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hwonnrinji · 1 month ago

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─── // . 📸 𝜗𝜚 WHEN YOU 𝓒ALL MY 𝓝AME . . .

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 < calling their names (for what reason?) // ♪ — ıllı polaroid love . enhypen

⨳ ﹒ ⊂ OT6 ⊃ ꜛ 𝒻 luff wc. 250 + ⤸ // idol!establishedrelationship!kats x f!reader — hcs — 𝓴issing ⋆ tw ; down bad kats

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( SOPHIA LAFORTEZA )

"SOPH,"

sophia looks up from her phone and was immediately greeted by the sight of you holding up sanrio hair clips. she laughs and puts her phone aside, giving you her full undivided attention. "what're you gonna do with them, sweetheart?" she asks as she reached out to gently tug on your wrist to get you to sit on her lap.

"i wanted to put them on you," you elaborated while settling your knees on either side of her lap. "i think they'll look cute all over your hair."

"mm, yeah?" sophia tilts her head and you felt her hand cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. "go ahead. i trust your opinion," she says after pulling away. you smile widely as you spend the next five minutes decorating her hair with sparkly and childish clips, occasionally pulling back to look at your work.

once done, you pull out your phone and told her to pose for a quick picture, making it your wallpaper as soon as it saved. "you look so cute," you complimented as you kissed her lips again, your thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, her hands rubbing your sides in an up and down motion.

"you're cuter, pretty girl," she mumbles against your lips, making you giggle slightly. "you're the most stunning girl i've ever seen, your gorgeous–"

"okay! enough!"

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MERET MANON )

"MANON!"

manon, in the living room with the kats, heard you call her name from her bedroom. she excuses herself and walk down the hallway to her room where she sees you holding up two hoodies, both belonging to her.

"which one can i wear?" you ask.

"whichever one you like. you're my girlfriend," manon replies.

"well, i know, but which one do you like better?—and don't say in a birthday suit like last time..." manon chuckles and trudged further into the room, her hand reaching out to a coffee colored hoodie. "this one," she says. you nod and put back the other hoodie wherever you found it, pulling the one she chose over your head and letting the warmth of the soft material envelope you.

manon didn't say anything after you did, her eyes only staring at you with an unreadable gaze. "why are you looking at me like that?" you question her, now feeling a bit shy after realizing that you are now her center of attention.

she shakes her head and her hands wrap themselves around your waist to pull your body flush against hers, her lips instinctively landing on yours. "no reason. you just look so beautiful."

"you always say that," you laughed, letting your own arms wrap around her neck. "it's true, no?" she smiles before kissing you again.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( DANIELA AVANZINI )

"DANI?"

"yes, amor?" she responds just as quick as you called her name, her eyes drifting upwards from the book she was currently reading. you looked giddy and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "you seem... happy."

"very," you confirmed with a nod of your head. you lifted up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal a small, funny tattoo you got as a punishment from losing a bet—but was it really a punishment if you enjoyed it a little too much?

daniela's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she took in the tattoo on your arm. "y/n... you're crazy," was the only thing she had to say. you laugh at her reaction, plopping down on the spot next to her. "it's only a bet punishment, baby."

"that's even worse, oh my gosh. over a bet? really?" she leans in close to examine your new tattoo, the decision of supporting it or being against it weighing down on one another. you merely shrug. "but i like it, so that's all that matters, right?" you ask.

daniela looks up at you, the decisions still visibly wavering between her eyes. "i mean it looks good on you," she starts, "but why that tattoo out of literally anything else?"

"it's still a punishment."

"now you just look like a loser." it earns her a smack on the arm, and she apologizes with a chaste kiss to your lips.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( LARA RAJ )

lara was trying to produce a new beat for a personal music project since she was bored on her day off. she toyed around with the instrumentals and attempted to write down some lyrics but ended up laughing at how silly she sounded trying to diss 'dogsear.'

"LARA?"

she looks up from her screen to her bedrooms door, a smile gracing her lips as soon as her eyes land on you. "hey, pretty," she says, motioning you to join her on her bed. you comply without hesitation and climbed on to bed, setting yourself down on her lap, her hands instantly latching on your hips.

"are you making a new song?" you question curiously. lara nods, removing one hand from your body to the trackpad, moving the cursor around on the screen. "mhm. i'm trying to diss dogsear but i'm failing so far," she laughs softly, her breath just fanning over your ear.

"let me hear," you insisted. she presses play and the music started playing. you were liking the song so far but when it got to the rap part, lara was just laughing into the microphone as she couldn't sing the lyrics without doing so. "wow, you really are failing," you said teasingly.

"should i write a song about you? maybe then i'll give it my all." she turns your head to face her after holding your chin between her thumb and index finger, her lips lingering above yours. "maybe you should. and maybe then i'll listen to it," you playfully yet quietly suggest.

"you got yourself a deal, beautiful." with that, she leans in and captured your lips in a deep kiss, you reciprocating in the exact same way.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL )

"MEGAN!"

"it's not my fault!" megan exclaims for the millionth time, her eyes scrunching up more every time her character falls down. you were currently playing a two player obby with megan, something you wanted to do after she bragged about being such an advanced player, which you found out to be a total lie.

she sucks, she really does, but seeing the slightly upset– and cute –expression on her face just makes up for it. even if you're getting mad yourself. "it's the faulty update! i'm never this bad!" she whines, her hands shaking her ipad around in frustration.

"i thought you were 'so good' at this game," you said with air quotations. "what else are you gonna lie about? having fake headless?" megan loudly gasps at your statement, her hand clutching her chest.

"how could you say that? my headless is legit!" she complains. you raised an eyebrow, not trusting her words. "playing any obby game with you is like trust trading in adopt me." to megan, that was a next level insult.

she tackles you down onto the bed, her hands pinning down both of your wrists on either side of your head. "that is a sensitive topic, you know," she muttered lowly. you playfully rolled your eyes. "you say that about anything that backfires on you–"

she shuts you up with a kiss, pulling back with a smug grin once she saw your flustered state. "you were saying?"

"you're terrible at anything but kissing me," you corrected yourself. she snickers and kissed you again, softer this time. "i'll take it."

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( JEUNG YOONCHAE )

"YOONCHAE!"

a familiar voice calls for her backstage and she smiles right away, turning around on her heels to be engulfed into a hug from you. she holds you close without any second thought, her fingers clasped behind your back.

"you didn't tell me you were already back in la," you grumbled into her shoulder. she laughs quietly, her hands carding through your hair. she often finds herself missing the soft feeling of your hair between her fingers whenever she was on a trip for events.

"i wanted to surprise you," she mumbled softly, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "you know, 'cause you're always complaining about me being gone for too long."

"that doesn't matter," you groused. yoonchae only laughs more, hugging and squeezing you tighter. "but i promise, after today's show, i have a whole month off."

"really? you're serious?" you ask, a smile breaking out. she nods and holds up her pinky finger to promise you her words, and your heart couldn't help but melt a little. you return the gesture, your pinky interlocked with hers. she brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles, making you feel a little warm inside as a result to her actions.

"you're cute when you're blushing," yoonchae suddenly spoke up, making you chuckle. "like really cute," she adds. "so cute, i might have to soft launch you on instagram."

"we should do that. like literally, we should." the look in your eyes tell yoonchae you really weren't joking. "okay, we'll do that when i finish my last performance," she vowed.

─── ᶻz it's like a 𝓹olaroid 𝓵ove the 𝓬heesy feeling 𝓸f love

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floraltypes · 5 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ giggles (🍡)

Pairing - megan skiendiel x 7th member!reader

Synopsis - a deeper look at the three memorable moments a dedicated fan calls out where y/n and megan seemed more than friends

“We are so gonna' get her!” Megan squeals; she jumps up and down a bit, causing the phone in her hands that is showcasing the image to get a bit shaky. She clenches the phone tightly, hiding about in a dark room, pointing it toward a closed front door.

“Don’t spoil it,” Daniella is close to chime in besides her, as it can be inferred from the hushed whispers and breaths that a few of the girls are congregating behind the view of the camera.

“Megan, be quiet!” Lara adds, nudging her shoulder so that the camera does a little jostle. “They are going to be back soon, and it will not be as fun if they hear us.”

“I know, I know." She sighs, quieting her voice at the end as if a little exasperated. “I just want n/n to have a special surprise,” the girl mumbles out, taking a few steps away from the door.

“She will,” Sophia quips. “They should be here any minute now.” All of the present girls become totally mute, listening in on the soft footsteps as they begin to clammer up the steps. Quickly, the steps strengthen in their sound, alerting the girls that you and Yoonchae are just about there. Listening, you can be heard complaining about forgetting lipgloss behind the door before it's swung open and the bright light of a switch turning, illuminating the video that the phone was trying to capture.

“Surprise!” the girls cheered, Megan's voice clearly outdoing the other girls as she did a few little jumps up and down, shaking up the camera once again in pure excitement.

“Oh my goodness!” you gasp, hands covering your mouth as you look at the girls showcasing a wrapped-up bundle in the middle of the table. “What is this for? It is not my birthday,” you laugh a little, walking forward to take a better look.

“It is that newly released book series you were trying to buy.” Megan's voice is chirpy on the other side, rushing over while loosely holding the phone in one hand, the angle turning downward towards the floor for a few moments. “I got it in time; look, I even found a funny sticker of our favorite meme included.”

“This is so kind,” you respond, Megan stabilizing the camera onto you as you bend over to get a better look at the bundle, which is tied together with a bright pink bow and sticker tucked beneath on top. “Megan,” your eyes are wide, glistening a little with a liquid substance before wrapping your arms tightly around the girl. “This is so sweet,” you mumble into her shoulder with the phone angle now dark due to Megan's arm now being wrapped around your back.

“You deserve it,” the girl softly comments, almost barely audible during the video. "I know how much you were looking forward to it."

"It's crazy you remembered and got it before it sold out!"

"It was worth it."

“She did not do everything!” Lara speaks up in the background, some of the girls laughing at her response. The camera is brought back into light as Megan and you separate from the hug. “What! Me and Dani did find the bow!” she continues, gesturing to her and the other girl, who is back to being visible on the camera.

You make your way over to the two forementioned girls, scoping them up into a hug before turning your attentions onto the other two.

“Manon would of liked to be here, but the sleep was calling to her,” Dani giggles.

“I understand,” you nod, putting on a little expression before chuckling alongside the girls. “It looks like I won’t be like Manon tonight though,” you pick up the stack of books, admiring the decked-out cover with an intricate design and satisfying texture.

“No, no,” Sophia steps into view, teasingly taking the books away from you. “We have a big day tomorrow, and you need your rest!”

“Mommy Sofia,” Lara teases, holding out the first name as the girl sends her a look.

“Sofia is mother,” Yoonchae quips very calmly and seriously, forgetting to add in the words 'like a' in between, causing boisterous noise to erupt as the girls laugh at her mere nonchalance of the statement.

“You heard it here.” Dani turns towards the camera, stepping fully into the frame. “Sophia is a mami herself.”

“Hey now!” Sophia pushes the girl lightly to the side to get into view. “How did this get turned onto me?"

“Right, its supposed to be about Y/n,” Megan adds in, sneaking one hand in front of the camera to pull onto your arm and bring you into view. “She-she’s our ma-” and before the girl can even finish with her little joke, a roar is heard, cutting off any other noise in the video. It is clear that Megan is dying at her own joke while your hands reach up to cover your heating cheeks in embarrassment before reaching out to take hold of the phone and switch the angle onto Megan, who is doubling over at her own unfinished joke.

“Oh my gosh, Megan!” Lara points over at the girl, who is almost hyperventilating at her own joke.

“Megan breathe!” Dani chirps.

“I-I can't; it-it’s too funny!”

ii.

“We are so lucky to have all of the ladies of Katseye today on K interviews for Tune or Snooze! This is a game where you either get to tune into the juicy questions or choose to snooze and take on a task blindfolded!” the announcer yelled from the side of you. He had his hair freshly slicked back, very gelled up, and pretty casual wear with an overexaggerated smile on his face. With the mention of secrets being spilled, your eyes immediately darted towards Megan, who was three people away from you, and the girl pursed her bottom lip up and widened her eyes for her own exaggerated fearful expression.

“We are so ready,” Manon chirped up, laughing at her side with Dani as you all awaited the next mention of the game.

“Great ladies,” He walked over towards the back of the line, where Lara stood suspiciously eying the narrator up and down. The large camera followed along his moments before zeroing into Lara. “So, Lara, are you going to start us off and tune in or hit the snooze?”

“Oh wow,” she mumbled to herself, looking back at her fellow groupmates. Taking a quick nervous scratch at her cheek, she turned back. “Tune.”

Cheers erupted in the background of the episode as there was a little party music entering in before being erased and the narrator becokend for Lara to move up closer. “Alright, since this is the first time for you girls, we want to start off simple. Lara,” he faced her as they both stood directly in front of the camera, and the rest of you girls stood watching in the back. “What color do you see yourself dying your hair next?”

“That is not too bad of a question,” she chuckled before another laugh track entered. “I would say purple; I have seen some of the Eyekons online, and I think it could be pretty hot.”

“Very nice, very nice. Alright, moving onto Sophia, come on up here!”

"Alright, I am ready," she stuck up two confident thumbs up before brushing the dark locks behind her shoulders.

"That's the attitude!" He reached down into his pocket for a new card and let silence creep in before continuing on. "Sophia, are you ready to tune into the serenade or snooze through the fun?"

"I am prepared to tune in!" she smiled confidently.

"How great! Now the questions are going to pick up a little bit. Which of the girls is the worst to bunk with?"

"I apologize beforehand," she turns back to look over at where Manon is standing, rolling her eyes. "But everyone knows she is a bit loud..." the camera zeros in at Sophia's response, focusing more onto Manon's face as she begins to speak up and argue.

"That is so not fair, especially when Dani is-" but the girl is not able to finish her sentence as the blonde now cuts in with her own comment. Many of the girls begin to speak up, lightly arguing over one another as they discuss who is the worst to share a room with.

"Manon," the speaker raises his voice, thus cutting off all of the voices of your groupmates. "Would you like to share your side?"

"Thank you," she hums, stepping up forward where Sophia is and sending her a little pretend stink eye. "There was one live where I may have screamed a bit too loud at a hotel, and Sophia will not let me live it down."

"There were other times as well," Sophia mumbles, looking away from her friend.

"When?" Manon fires back with such intensity before the host cuts through the heat and gestures everyone back to go ahead and question the next girl.

As the rest of the girls answer questions, they are fairly similar to those of Sophia's, questioning which girl resembles the sentence the most. Though Manon and Daniella dodge these questions by choosing the'snooze' option and offering up for silly tasks with a blindfold. Eventually, it hits the end of the line where you stand with hands crossed behind your back and a slight movement from putting your weight onto one foot and then the other.

"Y/n, get up here!" the host cheers.

Before walking up to him, you took a quick glance over at Megan, almost a little fearful as you soon enough began to pick a little at the fabric of your shirt in a type of nervous habit. Slow steps guided you up to the man who was sweating in the bright scene lights. Luckily, there was gentle encouragement from your friends as you tried to take a more confident stance besides him.

“Hi,” you spoke out quietly, causing another laugh track to be snuck into the segment.

“So, Y/n, are you ready to tune or snooze?”

“I think I will tune,” you nod gently towards the producer.

“Another tune, play the music!” and at his mention, a chirpy pop song slips out of the speakers around. “Y/n, who is your favorite member?”

“Oh wow!” you gasp at the question, taking a small step away. “That is way different than Lara’s. Can I now choose snooze?” and once again the laughtrack commences as your eyes look scarily wide when peering between the host and the girls behind. The host shakes his head as 'No' to your question, and it is clear that you pause for a moment while looking back, almost as if staring directly at another girl who is sending you a gentle smile. “Megan.”

“What?” There is uproar behind you as the girls argue about what they do and how it was too simple of you to say.

“We-Well obviously, I love all the girls!” You sputter in response, trying to catch yourself and bring yourself back to the attention of the camera. “Megan and I just spend a lot of time together, and she is always being so goofy. I have never laughed as much as I have with her.” You continue raising your voice over the girls in an attempt to explain your slip-up. “But with all of the girls, it is a different type of love, so it truly is impossible to choose a favorite.”

“What do you mean?” the host prys.

“Just that each girl has their own special characteristic that changes the way our relationships are. Everyone apart of Katseye is so unique and so special I feel like they are my sisters. Megan was just the first to come to mind; I have no favorite. That’s all! Really!” You wave your hands around, trying to calm down the amped-up nature of the questions. “This was a huge jump from Lara’s question."

iii.

“What necklace is Y/n wearing?” Manon reads aloud alongside you. She’s been answering different questions and blabbing on about different fashion choices she has made for well over an hour, but within the recent ten minutes, you’ve decided to join her on the live. “Well, Y/n, what necklace are you wearing?” She turns over to you with a peering eye. “Should we do a fit check?” she turns back towards the camera, eyes glistening at the idea.

“I don’t think the necklace I am wearing is anything fancy,” you shrug your shoulders, reaching underneath your shirt to pull up the multiple chains that adore your neck. Dragging your thumb and pointer finger along the chains you feel for the thinnest one before pulling it forward to stand about the others. “This one is what I got when we were in Korea for Dream Academy, actually.”

“Wait, really, let me see." Manon goes from reading the overprodding comments to turning her torso in front of the camera—blocking the view—and peering closely at the necklaces. “Wait, that is actually kind of cute," she says as she moves back in front of the camera. “I have been helping Y/n with her fashion as it is something she is lacking.”

“Wait, I don’t dress that bad!” You try to defend yourself, and Manon catches your attention as she giggles at your side at one of the comments that appeared on the stream.

“Yes, indeed, thank God for stylists.” You shove her shoulder at the comment, crossing your arms and putting on an annoyed look. “Hey, hey, don’t be all grumpy now.”

“I am getting better,” you add with a slight overexaggerated pout, trying to showcase faux hurt.

“Of course you are!” She laughs to herself before the door peeks open and a certain orange-haired girl plops down beside you.

“What happened?” She looks genuinely concerned as she takes in your look and pulls you into her side. “Y/n?”

“Megan,” you peek your head up, faces fiercely close near one another. “Do you think I have bad style?”

“No, no,” she shakes her head, her lips turning up into a silly smile with her pearly whites shining beautifully. “You have me helping you now!” she exclaims, laughing a bit herself. “I mean, remember when you were into those one jeans?”

"Oh, stop, not those!” Manon chimes in. “Eyekons, it was bad,” her eyes widen as she tries to dramatize the situation.

“Traitor!” you declare, pushing yourself away from Megan's grip, a grip that tends to tighten just a bit before fully letting you go. “I need to defend myself to the Eyekons that they are lying! And I feel we all have a favorite pair of jeans that are just classic! Like vintage aesthetic?”

“More like antique,” Manon chides. “But you are better. Anyway, finish showing off your necklaces.”

“Oh yeah,” your cheery expression is plastered back on as you reach for the second chain around your neck, the curled darker shape of the charm now being shown in the view of the watchers. “This is a matching necklace that Megan and I have. I am Yin, and she has Yang, kind of showing how close and interconnected we are.” You proudly show off the necklace, moving your body closer to the camera as so to give off a better look.

“It was important that we get something,” Megan chimes up from the back as your charm is taking up the view. “It took us forever, but this is perfect, especially since it is a Chinese philosophy; it was something my mom recommended.”

“When Megan was dealing with her back, I missed her a bunch!” You take a seat back besides the girl, kindly looking over at her before lying your head on her shoulder. The forementioned girl's cheeks light up a little as she looks down at your image. “This was a nice reminder—along with my photocard I keep hanging on my purse of her—that she was with us in those fun moments.”

“Y/n was crazy with that photocard, and then also that stuffie that Megan got you. She had to take those everywhere and looked insane taking a photo of a plush teapot and photocard at all the places we went,” Manon blabbed on reminiscing on the memories of when Megan was unfortunately recovering. “Oh, someone asked why a teacup. For the new Eyekons, we all have charms, as mine is a tiara, Megan has a cherry, and Y/n’s a teapot.”

“I want to clarify; I was not crazy about it,” you point out, shoving Manon a little in the shoulder once again. “I just missed her.”

“The pictures were cute!” Megan cheered, shaking your shoulder a bit to showcase her excitement and appreciation. “The idea of her setting up that plush teapot and super silly photo of me in those different settings made me laugh so hard—especially when she would complain about the comments Dani made or weird looks she got from strangers. I definitely would not have gotten the same amount of laughs without Y/n.”

“Oh, Megan, someone asked if you have a plush of a cherry?”

“I do; I have a jellycat that Y/n had got me.”

“They have too many matching things like that,” Manon rolled her eyes.

“You can’t talk; you and Dani have matching rings!” Megan fired back, and the Ghanaian girl just shook her head and tsked at the red-hair’s comment.

"You both are very cringe, not sigma alpha," she spoke very seriously, bringing up her pointer finger and wagging it side to side in a upset nature. Though her facade was quickly erased as loud laughs flooded out of her mouth with the two of you joining quickly along.

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szasfuckingwife · 9 months ago

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GUESS WE BOTH AIN’T SH*T

YAKUZA!TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER

SYNOPSIS: YOU AND TOJI’S RELATIONSHIPS HAS SEEN ITS FAIR SHARE OF ARGUMENTS. AFTER HE CHEATS, AND AFTER YOU DO THE SAME, YOU ARE REMINDED OF WHAT DREW YOU TO HIM INITIALLY.

WARNINGS: Smut, Swearing, Toxic relationship, Toji Fushiguro

It’s 11pm at night and you are sat in Toji’s bathtub. He’s been out all night, leaving you in his luxurious apartment alone. When it comes to you and Toji, things are certainly complicated. There are those nights where you’re both laid up on his (extra) king sized bed and he’s promising you marriage, kids and a better life.

But there are also nights like when he called you whilst another girl’s mouth was around his dick. It alright though because you made it equal by sleeping with one of his partners.

That was just how you and Toji operated: he’d cheat, you’d cheat back, he gets jealous, you get angry at his jealousy.

Then, you fuck, he gets you flowers and jewellery and repeat!

As you soak yourself in the bathtub, a twang of sadness upsets you. The thought of such a toxic relationship never crossed your mind when you were younger. Toji was so sweet in the beginning, what went wrong?

Suddenly, you hear the door slam. Knowing that your boyfriend is home, you take another sip of your wine before getting out of the bath.

“Babe?”, he yells to no answer. You roll your eyes and wrap your naked body with the fluffy white robe.

The raven haired man smirks as he sees you walk towards him, “How’s my girl?”. His open arms are slapped away by you, earning a grunt.

Toji’s not one to back down from a challenge, especially from you. He watched as you put the wine bottle back in it’s cabinet, chuckling at how you can’t quite reach the top.

“Don’t wanna ask for help?” Toji asks, taking off his jacket. “What’s up with you?”

You scoff, “What’s up with me? Seriously? It’s almost midnight.”

A sigh escapes his lips. He knows exactly how to make you putty in his hands, but you don’t let him, “I was caught up… business-”

“You can cut all that bullshit right now because Sukuna said you were at the club.” You cut him off.

He stands across from you with a smirk on his face. For the first time in years, Toji Fushiguro was silenced. He had nothing to say, no excuses, nothing. “Sorry?”

“Fuck you.” Every emotion within you is amplified by his stupid response. Why does he have to look so good whilst being so annoying? It’d be a lie to say you hate him, you love him more than life but it’s like he wanted you to hate him.

Toji follows you to the bedroom, trying to grab your arm when you pull away, “Babe, look at me. Stop. Stop!”

“You always do this shit, Toji! Just tell me, were you fucking someone else tonight?!”

A scoff erupts from his mouth. You must be stupid if you think you can challenge him, Toji thinks. “You’re forgetting that you were the one who actually fucked someone else first.”

He meets the back of your head as you begin to pace around the room. Toji knows exactly what buttons to press and on any other day, his teasing would get you wet. But not today. “You called me whilst getting head from a bitch!”

“You sent me a video of you fucking Shiu!” He chuckles, “We’re even!”

You roll your eyes, “That was an accident! Toji, get over it!”

Another chuckle emits from him, “And if a girl sucked my dick tonight, that was an accident too…”

He watched as you open your mouth to say something but he quickly stops you, “But no one sucked my dick! You need to trust me, Y/N.”

“Fuck off. I’ll never trust you!” With some bravery, you get into Toji’s face, as if you’re trying to intimidate him. If Toji wasn’t so pissed off, he’d laugh at how cute you look. But Toju was mad, fuming even.

“And I could never marry a bitch like you-” “Thank God!” You smirk, “Shiu’s cock was bigger anyway-”

Suddenly, Toji’s lips press against yours, forcibly. His kisses aren’t as soft and chaste as you remember, this one feels like he hates you. And, honestly, something inside you feels like you hate him.

But you kiss him anyway.

The feeling of his lips on yours is short as he finds his way to your neck. His hands quickly travel to the strings of your robe, unravelling it to expose your naked, scented, smooth body.

“Fuckin hell…” he whispers. “You’re so sexy, baby..”

“Shut up..!” You moan lowly as you feel his hands on your breasts. He slowly guides you to the bed, pushing you back and spreading your legs.

Both of your eyes are locked on each other as he licks the tips of his fingers and slowly circles your clit. A whimper leaves your lips at the feeling of Toji. As previously stated, Toji knows exactly what buttons to press.

“Toji….fuck!”

“It feels good, huh, baby?” He whispers in your ear as his fingers pick up the pace. By now, you’re practically soaking the sheets. The pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you mixed with the feeling of jealousy made you feel much more weak than you did before.

“You see, this is how it is with you. You can’t have your cake,” He halts his movements, “And eat it too…”

You whine loudly, “Toji..”

This is exactly what Toji did best, punish you. You had another mans dick in you and ‘accidentally’ sent him the video of it?

Yes, he said it’s all in the past. Yes, it happened months ago. But Toji can forgive. What he can’t do is forget.

The sadistic Yakuza boss continued his game with you. Edging you until you felt close to making a mess all over his silk sheets just before pulling away and ripping that feeling away from you.

It wasn’t long before you were a fucked out mess below him. “I need to cum, Toji. Please, I’m sorry…” a helpless cry came out of you.

All he had to do was kiss your forehead and you knew that he’d finally grant you your wish.

He lowered himself in line with your sopping, wet pussy before hungrily eating you out. You could feel his tongue inside you whilst his other hand was still focused on your clit.

Involuntarily, your hand seeps it’s way into his messy locks, gripping them tightly. You can feel his smirk against your sex as you chant for him to ‘not stop’.

And, as before, Toji grant’s your wish.

“I’m cumminnngh..!” You moan uncontrollably. His tongue is still relentless in fucking you. The feeling of cumming isn’t new to you, especially when Toji’s mad. There’s an extra sense of passion involved.

As Toji slowly rose back up to your face, you notice how your slick glistens on his face. He looks so beautiful like this, you think. Immediately, his lips are on yours, the taste of yourself lingering on both your lips.

“See what you do to me? Hm?” He says in between kisses, “Take your ass to bed…”

However, something sparks inside you when he says that. You can’t just let him win. He’ll be a cocky bastard in the morning. You have to put him in his place.

You discreetly find a way to get on top of him mid make out, his hands gripping your sides. You felt every fibre of clothing on him, especially against your skin.

It irked you so badly, you wanted to feel his skin, his scars, his tattoos. Everything about him was everything you’ve ever dreamed for in a man.

“I want this off,” You whisper against his lips, tugging at his bottoms, “Now..”

He does as you say almost instantly, his thick cock springing out in the process. “You got hard from us arguing..?”

“As if you didn’t practically squirt in my mouth after we argued.”

Touché.

With one hand behind you, you aligned his hard cock to your pussy, slowly pushing it in. A satisfied moan escaped both of your lips, this was that feeling you both were yearning for.

All the sass, the arguments, the lying, name calling…you know why you stay with him, for moments like this.

Toji’s hips roll up into yours, hitting you exactly where you want it. You take his hand and put some of his fingers in your mouth, sucking them.

But then, you placed your hands on his shoulders and began to ride him feverishly. Toji was in awe of how energetic you were, and how the plush of your ass looked in the mirror behind.

“Shit, Y/N…”

“Can those bitches do it like me…?” You whisper in his ear.

“I don’t let them…this is all yours..” He whimpers back to you.

You smile knowing damn well you won.

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ruruvxz · 3 months ago

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brat - SNEAK PEAK

Lara Raj x Female Reader x Megan Skiendiel

~ synopsis: You've never really been an emotional drunk, that was until your boyfriend left you for your closest friend that things started to spiral for you. Tonight at one of you recurring escapades at one of the locals pubs near your apartment, you unknowingly stumble across two girls. Two girls you didn't know now, who would change the trajectory of your life, whether it was for the good— or the bad, you just needed something to take you off the edge. And so, Lara and Megan knew exactly how to do that, but at what cost?

~ cw: three part series, alcoholism, commitment issues, mentions of previous relationship with a man, fluff, swearing, love triangle(?), everyone here is toxic

~ wc: N/A

(a/n: sigh. I’m gonna discontinue “the woman who left too soon” LAWL!!! Cus these apps pmo and literally take so much storage 💔💔I’m going back to writing cus that’s so much easier. anyways sneak peak ^_^)

brat,

365 PARTYGIRL, B2B, GIRL SO CONFUSING

Lara and Megan never had the issue of sharing, even during training days, they managed to share everything they owned with one another. Their clothes, their jewelry, and even their secrets, no aspect about themselves wasn't shared with one another. The bond between the two girls was unshakable, though that didn't negate the fact that in some circumstances both the girls could be quite... passionate. After a long marathon of double dates, they couldn't possibly find their other halves, each guy and girl who they spoke to didn't ignite a spark within them.

Maybe staying single would've been a lot easier, but that's boring! Both the girls took their only opportunity to sneak out to seek refuge in a club, not seeking anything more but to get lucky tonight. That was until they stood sipping on their cheap beer when Lara set her eyes on your figure. The obnoxious lighting made it hard to tell you out, but her odd fascination drew her closer to you. What felt like hours of staring for Lara, was mere seconds for Megan, as her interest also piqued.

"Who the hell are you looking at, Lara?" Megan pried, tugging onto Lara's waist belt loop, Lara only gave a little head nudge at the general direction of where you stood. Megan fixated her eyes, grasping at the glass, her eyes widened when the light reflected from your infectious smile.

Maybe it was the ambience of the club, but she was instantly hooked and Lara sensed that the ginger had similar intentions as her. "Isn't she gorgeous?" Lara mumbled, watching the Hawaiian as she checked the girl out from the other side of the bar. "I'm gonna talk to her—“ Megan spoke, about to walk off before her wrist was quickly nabbed by the desi girl.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The red head bit as she yanked her back over to the table, "I literally saw her first, so why would YOU ever go over there and talk to her Mei."

Megan scoffed as she pulled her hand away from Lara's grasp, ‘What the hell was her problem' Megan thought before she spoke. "What are you even on about, if you care so much how about you talk to her then."

"Great idea, Meg." The desi laughed before pushing Megan out of the way, leaving the ginger utterly shocked at her change of demeanor. "Wha- Come back here! I was kidding!"

Lara just laughed at the ginger trying to plead her case, turning in her heels to walk into your general vicinity, practically hopping over to you as your friends you where previously with dispersed. Bringing the shot glass to your lips, you took another fiery swig of the vodka, your eyes almost bloodshot, as tears were biting back from pouring. ‘Shit, where you crying?’ Lara thought as she approached you, from a far, the way you laughed, and smiled, she wouldn’t have ever expected in a million years that you’d look so disheartened.

But of course, that didn’t sway her, not one bit, once she was fixated on something, it was hard for her to ever let it go. She approached closer to you, your hands slithering to another shot of vodka the bartender quickly poured for you. Despite everything, you still looked as wonderful in her eyes, she’s seen her fair share of broken things, but you by far were the most beautiful of them all.

The way the strobe lights bounced off your face, or the way everything seemed so fitted to your body as you sat letting trickles of liquid fall down from your lips towards your chin. It made her look insane just staring at you. And despite how you lacked any sobriety in your bones, you noticed her looming presence almost instantly. Even in this club setting she stuck out like a sore thumb, she was much too pretty to be loitering around a place like this, and she didn’t look all that much of a plentiful drinker.

She approached your seat on the bar, sitting on your left hand side, trying her hardest to be slick, but it very much came off as the opposite. You jerked your head up to look at her, giving her a soft smile before indicating for two more shots. Lara looked at you in disbelief where you really going to have two more shots? That was until the bartender handed you the two drinks that you slid one over to her with a smile.

The silence between the two was palpable, she just stared down at the shot awkwardly as you carefully watched her reaction. It took a minute or two before finally breaking the silence between the both of you. “You got a staring problem.” You slurred, coming off more aggressive than you’d like, “What?” She bit staring back at her as her eyebrow raised.

“Haha— No sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You hiccuped raising your head up and turning your body towards her, “I meant like… fuck— You just kept staring, I was wondering if you wanted to say something.” You laugh indicating at where she stood beforehand, clearly insinuating that you had seen both her and Megan staring at you moments prior.

“Ah…” The redhead gasped, before laughing with you loudly, the interaction flowed seamlessly as she spoke. “No, sorry, you were right. I was just taken aback by you— your breathtaking.” She complimented, raising up the vodka and taking a fast swing at it.

“Oh! So I guess we both misunderstood the situation!” You giggle softly to yourself before doing the same, taking a swing at your glass and practically leaving it empty as you place it back down on the countertop.

“Anywho I’m Y/N, nice to meet you…?”

“Lara.”

“Nice to meet you Lara.” The way she spoke felt like swimming in honey, it was slow and addictive, not to mention the fact she looked at you like her next meal made it all the more enjoyable as you chatted about mindless conversation. Although this didn’t go unnoticed by the poor roommate Lara just ditched, her blood seemingly boiled seeing the two of you.

Not only had Lara managed to bag another girl that Megan had wanted, but the fact that she ditched her was the icing on top. And lord knows Megan wasn’t just gonna let that slide, the ginger hooked her handbag over her shoulder and walked over to the two girls. Angrily plopping a seat on your right side, shooting Lara a dangerous look before persuading the bartender to get her any beverage he could conjure up. Honestly the desi girl couldn’t care less, but she was amused by the Hawaiian and her antics, so she continued to shoot her shot at you.

“You know… you’re absolutely stunning— has anyone told you that?” She complimented, bringing her hand up over to the edge of a strand of hair, twirling it for a moment before pulling away.

Before you could speak, the bartender handed you an espresso martini that you never ordered, “Oh! Uhm sir this isn’t mine…” You mumbled as you raised the glass towards him, the ginger girl who sat next to you spoke up.

“It is yours.” The girl laughed, “I ordered it for you, pretty.” She giggled pointing at the glass and then pointed at herself, “You look like someone who’d enjoy a good cocktail.” Megan smiled as she raised her hand out to shake your hand, and you reciprocated the gesture. “Megan. And you?”

“Hah… thank you Megan… Gosh I feel so popular today.” You joked, referring to the two girls who suddenly started talking to you, your back faced to Lara as she glared into Megan’s soul, mentally cursing her out for ruining the perfect moment. Megan laughed at your witty response, looking at Lara, sticking her tongue out playfully before focusing back to you.

“I wouldn’t doubt it you’re beautiful.” Megan slyly complimented, bringing her hand to your shoulder, leaving the redhead to scowl at her actions. “I second that.” Lara butted in, bringing her hand onto your other shoulder.

“Haha…” You laugh awkwardly sensing the tension between the two girls, before jerking your head over to the entrance of the club, watching two familiar silhouettes. Your best friend— well ex best friend and her new boyfriend— YOUR BOYFRIEND hand in hand, with no care in the world. “Shit!” You shouted to yourself, catching the two girls off guard as you ducked down to hide your face. The whole reason you came to these clubs to drink your heart out was because of them, and now they were out here ruining your perfect ‘sanctuary’.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Megan spoke up as you hid your head onto the counter. “No!”

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grlsbstshot · 5 months ago

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Pairing (Original Characters): Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Story Synopsis: R&B singer/songwriter, Jameson Lucas, is well known as a charming playboy. The latest in his line of 'loved em and left em' behavior? Imani St. Cirie, an emotive singer/songwriter herself. A common sense pulls them in opposite directions – friendships are tested, old flames resurface, and new opportunities threaten to tear them apart for good. In this industry, dreams can make or break you – but what happens when love becomes the gamble of a lifetime? Chapter Synopsis: Jameson makes a late night appearance in his ex's life after a year apart. Warnings: Smut (18+), toxic relationship, possessiveness infidelity mentions, explicit language (mild dirty talk), unprotected sex, daddy kink (very much so), unintentional breath play, dirty talking, creampie Word Count: 6.7k Divider Template: @cafekitsune Notes: The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists. There will be alternating POVs between our two leads.

Chapter I: Real Games

[ blockdt unless horny ] : wya?

imani rolled her eyes and tossed the phone back across the couch. of course jameson decided that after a year of not seeing one another, he'd reach out NOW. a year after he broke her heart and ruined their three year relationship, he decided to contact her. with three letters? pathetic. even more pathetic was the fact that she picked the phone back up...and thought of a response.

jameson lucas was like a drug to her. when they met, he was cocky but never without reason. he pursued her relentlessly and it didn't take long until they were everywhere together. the son of a r&b legend, jameson took his own path into music. they just fit each other. imani's own career was in its early stages but she took off like a rocket. soon enough, they were the first names called in their fields. especially when they used their love affair to inspire music. they took a hit of each other and it was nonstop. he knew all he had to do was get his foot in the door and she'd be gone. but imani was determined not to play his game this time. he was almost out of her system. she'd get rid of him for good now.

[ imani ] : why do you care? [ blockdt unless horny ] : i miss you. that better? [ imani ] : no. it's still not explaining what the fuck you want [ blockdt unless horny ] : if i'm looking for you and i want to see you. what do you think i want? [ imani ] : sex? got it. okay, not interested [ blockdt unless horny ] : if i wanted to fuck, i wouldn't have a problem finding somebody to do that with. i want to see you because i miss you. am i being clear enough? [ imani ] : lmfao yeah i guess you wouldn't. i'm not dumb. you want something. [ blockdt unless horny ] : you. i want you. i am literally saying what i want. [ imani ] : and why should i give you access to me? [ blockdt unless horny ] : because i'm asking? begging, really. because i love you? [ imani ] : love me? let's be fucking real, jameson [ blockdt unless horny ] : if i don't love you, i don't love nobody, mani. you not tired of fighting yet? [ imani ] : lmfaoooo you're a fucking joke. you don't cheat on the person you love. [ blockdt unless horny ] : i made a mistake. that doesn't change the fact that i love you. i know we'll never be together again because you don't trust me but what am i supposed to do with the shit i feel? [ imani ] : stop saying you love me. idk maybe you need to live with that shit. i'm doing perfectly fine without you. [ blockdt unless horny ] : okay

jameson exhaled sharply, frustrated with himself. he knew deep in his heart that getting in touch with imani had been a mistake. their relationship came crashing down after his infidelity. a night with a woman he shouldn't have been with spiraled. guilt-ridden, he had confessed the next day then spent months trying to get her back. when his efforts failed and she'd gotten a quarterback as her next man -- jameson had moved on. he'd had another girlfriend for a few months but imani hadn't left his mind. he watched every instagram post with an eager eye but it wasn't like he could avoid her. imani st. cirie was r&b's favorite lover girl. her lyrics were captions more often than his own. he could feel her scolding him with every record release but he listened anyway. the two of them played a game where they pretended not to care or notice one another...but in the dark of night, his finger always hovered over that button to call her. even as another woman lay in his bed. sometimes he fought the urge to press it but most of the time he failed -- and got her voicemail. he wrote songs for her, keeping the object of his affection nameless but their fans could connect the dots. he wasn't over her and never would be.

now his bed was empty and he allowed hope to carry him away. they were both single for the first time in a year. maybe now was the time to work it out? imani's texts quickly shut the idea down. he was losing her and any minute, she'd block him. jameson shuffled uncomfortably in the front seat of his mercedes benz. his gaze strayed up to the gates of her home, wondering if she could see him and knew how atrociously down bad he was. his phone beeped on his lap and he peered down in surprise. she responded ?

[ imani ] : now the cat got your fuckin tongue? [ jameson ] : what would you like me to say to that, imani? nothing, right? [ imani ] : it's just so funny to me. why should i give you what you want? [ jameson ] : why are you asking me questions you really don't care about the answer to? you miss me too. you want to see me too. you love me too. so why are we doing this? [ imani ] : i do want an answer. all that's true but you know it's not good for us to see each other. [ jameson ] : i know, baby. i know you deserve better than this. i just miss you. let me see you for ten minutes. [ imani ] : no. [ jameson ] : baby, please. i swear to god i'll leave after that. [ imani ] : fine. i'm at home. [ jameson ]: i'm outside

imani stared down at her phone with wide eyes, in shock as if she wasn't the one who just texted the words 'fine. i'm at home'. she dropped her phone and jumped off her couch, hands over her mouth. "shit, shit, shit." the woman muttered behind her palms. what the hell was she going to do now? she hadn't expected herself to invite him over and she sure as fuck didn't expect him to be sitting outside.

she took a second more to panic before sprinting up her stairs and down the hall into her bedroom. she tugged her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her shorts followed as she dug into her drawer for another outfit. something that said 'i'm not thinking about you, bitch! but you think i'm cute?' she ended up with a cropped sweatsuit. it showed the tiniest bit of skin and was still comfortable. she didn't bother trying to wrestle with her hair. she left it in a ponytail and practically broke her neck going to brush her teeth.

her doorbell hadn't rung but she could feel the moment he was in front of her home. an electric undercurrent made her body tense. she finished in the bathroom and forced herself to take slow, measured steps back down to the first floor. she wouldn't be seen trying to look her best for him. he was only visiting for ten minutes anyway.

she was crazy for agreeing with this. she knew she should have left the conversation alone but she couldn't help herself. everything that jameson said was true. she missed him. she loved him. she wanted to see him...and imani hated herself for it. yet there she was opening the door for him. "hey." she managed to utter uninterestedly, taking her time before she met his gaze. when she did, she could have choked on her damn spit.

to his mother and god be all the fucking glory...he was beautiful.

it hadn't been as if she hadn't seen his face since they split. he'd released an album, won three grammys for it, and embarked on a very public relationship with a co-star from that little comedic show he was doing. but seeing him up close and personal again? insane. imani grasped the doorknob tightly to keep herself from moving toward him.

freshly braided cornrows lined his scalp and met at the back of his head. she couldn't see the tattoo at the back of his neck but she knew it was there. she had traced her nails across it often enough. it was the soundwave of his first platinum single. he'd been so proud of it. he had numerous other tattoos but that was the one she loved the most. his warm, golden brown skin that she'd kissed and licked so much that she knew every inch of it practically glowed. he had shaved his beard down to a goatee. it framed full lips that could do the most devilish things to her. he lifted his long, incredibly agile, fingers to give her a wave and it broke her out of the spell she was under.

"hey. you got a timer going?" he asked her, humor evident in his tone but she was too distracted by the sound of his voice. deep, soothing, commanding. imani abruptly turned away from the door and stopped in her living room, folding her arms over her chest. the sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could leave.

"i thought you would have it since you said you were only staying for ten minutes." they both knew that he often made promises that he couldn't keep but she wanted to see how long he'd keep up with the charade. imani crossed one leg over the other as she peered at him. why did he have to be so fine? maybe if he wasn't attractive, things would be easier.

"would rather spend my time looking at you than watching a clock." he told her softly, lowering himself onto the same couch as her. as close as he could get. jameson leaned back against the cushions, settling comfortably. he didn't say anything else for a few moments, one hand patting at his chest lightly. "i feel better seeing you." he admitted lowly. "i know you think i'm full of shit...but that's true. i miss you when i'm not with you. i only feel better when i'm right here."

imani sighed softly. she could feel herself crack at the confession but she refused to go down without a fight. "you just wasted two of your minutes." her stony expression didn't hold up so she chose to look away, not responding again. she just didn't know how to. instead, she slightly shifted so she wasn't as close to him. the perfect storm was brewing between them and she had to decide if she was strong enough to withstand it. "is that all you came over here for? we both know you're just gonna get bored with me, cheat, and then leave again. quit while you're behind."

"i'm okay with whatever you want to do." jameson told her, knowing that the day was coming when she would get tired of this and cut him out for good. he'd have no choice but to let her go. but today wasn't that day. he could tell that even though she was sick of his shit, she didn't mean that they should cut things off. and being the man he was...he was glad. instead of answering her question, jameson was quiet. "but i was never bored of you. i swear."

he didn't quite know why they never seemed to get things right. he drifted away from her and then couldn't stand it so he came right back. she got pissed at him and told him to fuck off but then let him come back. it was crazy but it was them. "you know what you mean to me." he said softly, pulling his hand from his pocket to lift his hand. he brushed his thumb against her cheek, tilting his head to watch her expression. "don't you?"

when imani turned to meet his gaze, he knew it hadn't been wrong to contact her. it had been a year but the same energy was between them. he watched her try to pull herself again, try to pull the hardass out and build the wall back up between them. that was the thing about loving someone you knew like the back of your hand -- you saw everything. even the shit they didn't want you to see. "enough with the bullshit, jameson."

literally no other woman could have him open like she did. he spent years sniffing after her. and when he cheated, he spent months begging. he'd never begged a woman for anything. but he knew he'd get down on his knees for her each and every time. "i fucked you over and i regret it everyday." he said softly, pulling his hand from her. "i never loved anybody before i saw you. i can't prove to you it's not bullshit but i swear on everything...you are the love of my life."

it was the one thing he had never told her and he knew saying it shifted things for him emotionally. but damn it, he was running out of answers. "i can't breathe unless i know you're a phone call away. i can barely fucking function if i go too long without seeing you. you are everything."

silence lapsed between them as they both processed that there was some kind of breakthrough happening. their communication had been better in bed than anywhere else but jameson knew he'd strip as many layers as he could to get down to the heart of it all. the longer they went without speaking, the more he wondered what she was thinking.

"you hurt me, jameson. you do that shit every time and I let you." she said, looking into his eyes. "i don't know why i fuckin' let you do it. but i do." she moved from her spot, positioning herself in his lap. jameson made room for her, wrapping his arms around her waist. the two fell into tandem -- as if they hadn't spent any time apart at all. imani straddled his lap, he could see the regret in her face but he couldn't bring himself to let her ponder on it. he lifted his head and pressed the gentlest kiss to the corner of her mouth. she melted against him and he heard her whisper against his ear. "just don't promise me shit this time. i don't want to hear any lies."

jameson knew he should be a better man and let her be happy with someone else. but he couldn't find it in himself. "okay, baby." what else could he say? he was a piece of shit. "just...don't give up on me." he said softly, surprising himself with how much he meant the words. "i need you. ain't no me without you." his hand pressed against the small of her back, fingertips stroking against her spine as he sighed. "my ten minutes are up, i think. give me a kiss goodnight."

there it was. she had let him just waltz back into her fucking life. folded quicker than a cheap umbrella in a hurricane. a few apologies, kisses, and touches -- imani was partially disgusted with herself. she was relieved to see she wasn't alone in her addiction though. he clung to her body like a man who hadn't been touched in an eternity even though she knew that was far from the truth. maybe she couldn't leave him alone but she could establish a set of boundaries. not lying seemed easy enough.

she sighed as he relaxed into her body. her arms wrapped rightly around his neck and she placed a kiss on his forehead. "i guess you can stay a little longer." imani slipped her hand under his chin, bringing his lips to hers. that familiar feeling washed over her just from the feel of his lips.

imani could feel him smile against her lips and she couldn't help but nip against his lower lip to settle his ego. jameson gave a lingering groan at the contact. it'd been so long since she'd touched him but every single time, it felt like coming home. "mm. mm-uh." he exhaled, breaking the kiss and shaking his head as he swiftly rose from the couch. imani went up with him, thinking quickly and wrapping her legs around his waist. "i can't stay. i gotta go." he muttered, "i promised i'd leave after ten minutes. i just said i wouldn't lie to you."

it was obvious he didn't want to go. if it hadn't been obvious from the way he kept leaning into her, his body begging for those little kisses from her -- it was obvious when he rose from the couch. he braced his hands underneath her, fingers sprawling across her ass. imani was pressed against him, the evidence of what he wanted to do pressed against her thigh. he couldn't lie to her even if he wanted to. "i'm gonna put you down...in a minute." he mumbled, burying his face against the crook of her neck.

suddenly, she didn't want to talk. she didn't want to think of the shit he'd done to her, the way he'd broken her heart. all she wanted to do was feel. That's what she wanted to focus on right now. "no, no, no." she murmured, shaking her head. "this is a promise you can break. it's okay." she placed her hand on the back of his neck. her acrylics grazed his skin -- claiming him once again. imani left a trail of kisses against his neck to his earlobe then sucked it into her mouth. "you're not leaving." she told him in a demanding whisper.

imani pressed herself to him, nails grazing the skin at the back of his neck, and he felt himself break out in chills. the slight pressure there pleased him. his arms tightened around her as he sighed softly. imani pulled back and he saw the smirk gracing her lips. she knew. she knew he was weak for her and knew exactly how to get what she wanted from him. nobody knew him better than her -- whatever she might think of their relationship, she got him in a way nobody else did. she knew exactly what made him tick and she proved it just then. jameson didn't bother to vocally agree. he just began to walk through her living room, headed to the stairs to get to her bedroom.

"i hate your house sometimes." he huffed as he shifted her in his arms, tossing her onto his shoulder. she gave a short yell of surprise at the move, her hands pressed to his lower back as he carried her up the stairs. the couch wasn't big enough for what he wanted to do with her. "i can't even fuck you on these uncomfortable ass stairs."

"you don't think so?" she asked. "i don't know. that sounds like a challenge to me." the palm of his hand swatted towards her ass, the stinging in his palm probably not as intense as the one she felt. "a challenge for both of us to break our necks." he walked up the stairs easily, her weight against his shoulder going unnoticed. jameson didn't even bother to answer her question any further. he was sure it'd be uncomfortable but he was also sure he'd fuck her anywhere he could. it was the exact reason he walked down her hallway and took the first left he saw. it wasn't the direction of her bedroom...but it was the closest one to them.

even as the heat and tension spiraled between them, he managed to keep his senses alert enough to flip the light switch. in the brightness of the spare bedroom, jameson carefully lowered imani from his shoulder, standing with her next to the bed. for a moment as he placed her onto the bed. he hadn't been lying when he said he'd rather look at her than anything else. he watched as she struggled to get out of the sweatsuit. she tugged her arms free but seemed too jittery to completely get undressed.

jameson began to move closer...leaving her no choice but to fall backward onto the bed. she began to crawl up it, watching him the whole time. "you impatient, mama?" he asked her, a grin gracing his full lips. imani nodded, meeting his gaze. he dropped his hands to her hips, fingertips grazing against the band of her sweatpants. without a word, he gently pulled them over the curve of her ass then down legs. "me too." he confessed. before she could say anything, he was kneeling in front of her. "show me you missed me." jameson said softly, kissing her thigh.

he saw the moment it clicked in her mind what he wanted from her. her hand moved between her legs and jameson spread her thighs greedily, not wanting to miss a moment. they clicked into their typical roles when it came to sex so quickly that he was practically moving on autopilot. he talked to her like he was still her man, like no time had passed at all. imani's fingers parted her folds with ease, wetness sticking to her fingers. she let out a hushed moan as her fingers pressed into her pussy.

some games he and imani played were painful. some pissed him off. some were even amusing. but the best kind of games were the ones where they drove each other crazy. he watched her play along with him -- following his command with ease. "i forgot how pretty she gets when you're turned on." he murmured, slowly pulling his own sweatshirt over his head. jameson tossed it aside, not caring where it landed. "spread. let me see it all. make me remember." he was pleased when imani whimpered softly and did as he said. fingertips parted her folds, exposing her clit to him as her legs parted further as well.

he didn't have any charming shit to say, nothing smooth or seductive. all he knew was that he wanted her more than he wanted his next breath. so jameson descended to the bed, settling himself between her legs. his hand reached out for her own, gently grasping her fingers to pull them to his mouth. he sucked at her digits, carefully pulling each from his mouth to savor the taste of her until he tasted nothing but her skin. both of his hands came to her thighs, pulling her further down the bed and toward his mouth. jameson pressed a kiss to her clit before his tongue pressed to her folds. no sooner had he slid his tongue between her lips did he groan, happy to be home in a sense. and then he went to work.

imani couldn't believe how gone she allowed herself to be for jameson. the woman she was a few months ago would be sickened to see her writhing across a bed, doing his bidding. that thought should have been enough to make her push him away but they were silenced with the kiss to her clit. her back arched, the shock of pleasure bringing a cry from her lips.

the only thing that stopped her from pulling at those big ass ears to stop him and demand he fuck her right then was the fact that he owed her. for every moment he pissed her off or disappointed her, he owed her this pleasure as recompense.

he unwound one arm from around her leg -- pressing his fingers into her. imani lifted his head to watch as her pussy enveloped his digits, pulling and squeezing. he pressed his fingers deeper, harder -- wanting to see how she would react. eventually, he settled into a familiar rhythm. his index and middle finger delving deeply into her, his thumb lazily teasing against her ass. jameson leaned in again, closing his mouth over her clit as he ran his tongue back and forth...back and forth, timing the movement with that of his thumb. he kept it up until arousal soaked his tongue and knew he swallowed it down with glee because he groaned every single time.

her senses were already overloaded. She didn't like the power that jameson had over her. from his slightest touch, she was putty in his hands. "fuck, jameson." she whimpered. her hands palmed the back of his head, fingertips clinging to his braids, pussy grinding against his face. she wasn't going to last long and she hated that. hated him for it. "baby, wait." it hit her like a cramp to the stomach and imani jackknifed up from the bed, one hand pressed to the bed behind her to keep her upright. "i'ma cum, baby." she whimpered. before he could do anything else, her body jerked and her eyes shut close tightly.

she had prepared for him to be right where he was for a while. but it was going to be over before she knew it. jameson picked up his pace and added another finger, at her confession. she was sure he didn't even need the warning but even with her eyes closed, she could feel him watching her -- pleasure written all over her face. "let me see." he urged her own. "give me my shit."

her body jerked and imani felt him slow down. three fingers pressed into her, a thumb pressed to her clit, and another one teasing at her ass -- it was too much. her legs shut tightly over his hands as he pulled the orgasm free. it hit her hard enough to make her thigh shake. imani thrust herself against his fingers, praying he wouldn't stop. and he didn't. as much as she wanted, he gave it to her. she was breathless by the time her hips stopped arching up, begging for more.

only when she came down did she realize he was speaking to her.

"i missed my greedy pussy." "get what you want, baby. take it." "you better keep this energy the same when i get up."

every word brought a moan from her lips and jolt from her hips. imani watched as he pulled his hands free, sucked on his fingers, and stood from the bed. the two didn't exchange a word as she watched him undress. first went his shirt and then his sweatpants. she hadn't even noticed when he took his damn shoes off. his boxers followed next and...behold. a thing of fucking beauty. his dick bobbed freely, fully erect, and she had the urge to taste him. she wanted him sliding between her lips and down her throat the way he used to but she didn't move. she only watched him climb back onto the bed and settled between her legs. then he hesitated.

"fuck." jameson muttered, "baby...i didn't bring shit with me." he told her quietly. imani genuinely felt fear in the moment. fear he would pull away and get up. she wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him from pulling away even as he continued speaking. "please tell me you have a couple here." imani parted her legs wider, pouting up at him. "you really didn't bring anything?" she repeated, still not processing it. jameson shook his head, his hands pressed to her hips as he kissed her neck and mumbled his apologies. in the moment, she really didn't give a fuck. "it's okay." she whispered. her hand slipped between them and wrapped her hands around his dick. she moved her hips forward to slowly guide him inside of her. she would think about the consequences later. all she knew was that she wanted him NOW.

jameson knew how these things went with imani. they always ended up here one way or another. he cursed himself for not bringing protection. but it didn't matter — they were both desperate for one another. he froze when she reached for him, his breath trapped in his throat at the feel of her hand. he only exhaled sharply when she widened her legs and pressed him inside.

the last time they had sex without protection had been when they were together. now, they were...well, complicated. but he couldn't deny that it felt right. it's why he didn't pull away. "you sure?" he asked her, lust making his speech slurred. even before she nodded her head, he gave a short, gentle thrust — enveloping himself in her entirely. "oh my god -- you feel so good, daddy." she whispered against his ear. "i'm daddy already? i like hearing my baby say that."

their eyes met as he eased deeper into her. imani's hands found his back and jameson fought off a smile as she replied to him. "you never stopped being daddy." she said lowly. He was incomparable to anyone else. despite what happened between them, she still could acknowledge that he was the only one that could make her feel like this. imani sealed their fate when she arched her back, lifted her hips, and told him that she needed him. jameson wanted to be wanted. he wanted to be needed. and he could tell from the sound of her voice that she meant it -- she didn't just want to get off, she meant it. she needed him.

jameson moved his hand from her hips to the small of her back, keeping her hips lifted and pressed against his own. he tested their position -- slowly pulling out. his gaze dropped to watch the movement, a groan leaving his lips as he saw how she coated him in her arousal. as turned on as he was, he still found the time to joke. "don't come so fast this time.", he teased her, his hips moving forward to fill her again. "we're just getting started."

he laughed out loud when her blissed out face turned into a frown. she opened her mouth -- likely to tell him to shut the fuck up -- and he silenced her with a sharp thrust. any insult turned into a moan. "i'm playin, i'm playin." amusement filtering into his tone as he moved his hand from her hip, fingertips gliding down her leg to grasp her thigh. jameson shifted her leg around his waist, picking it up higher so it rested against his back as he slowly fucked her. once he got her leg readjusted, he ran his thumb against her lower lip, his eyes lowered to watch where they connected. "suck."

her brow was still furrowed as they rocked together. it was almost as if she was deciding if she wanted to curse him out but she opened her mouth and took his thumb between her lips. the more precise his movements, the harder it became for her to keep his thumb in her mouth. he didn't think it was possible but it felt like she became even wetter after his command. imani playfully swirled her tongue around his finger and jameson had to close his eyes for a brief second -- lust making his abdomen clench. "shit, mani. oh my -- fuck." jameson panted, slowly pulling his thumb from her mouth. he let it trail across her lower lip before leaning in to kiss her circle his tongue around a nipple. he pressed his body to hers, hips rocking as he wedged his hand between them.

the bedroom was bright and he could see everything -- a blessing, he figured. he dropped his head, looking between their bodies, and made sure he was pressing his wet thumb against her clit. jameson pressed gently, circling there with ease. he was multi-tasking pretty damn well. he could hear his thighs making contact with hers, the squelching between them as he drove himself deeply into her, sucking and gently biting at her nipple.

"jamie. oh baby..." imani hummed, unable to focus on anything besides the sound of her pussy loudly welcoming her lover home. he slid in and out with precision, angling his hips in the exact way to drive her crazy. her moans and screams accompanied the sound of her love. "you're gonna make me -- i'ma cum again." she whimpered, locking her legs around his thighs.

"this my pussy, ain't it?" imani nodded so fast that he was sure she'd cause a sprain in her neck. "then act like it. give me that shit." he knew she was reacting to what he was doing and saying but jameson could hardly hear imani. he was in his own little world, grazing his teeth against her nipple. he kept his thumb pressed to her clit as he kept up the pace of his hips. when he lifted his head, he found that he didn't have much of anything to say. he was in a daze. he heard himself moan, unashamed of the fact that she knew how far gone he was over her.

"i swear to god...i fucking love you." he muttered, eyes drifting closed as he quickly reached out for her leg, pulling it from around his waist to extend. he pressed it to his shoulder, both hands moving to her hips to pull her onto his length harder. all pretenses of taking things slow were out the window. he was fucking her now, his thumb shifting from pressing to quick circles against her clit. "ooh fuck! daddy, i love you too. i swear." she panted.

he could feel her fighting it. she fluttered over him, shaking in his grasp. she didn't want to make this as easy as the first orgasm she experienced but jameson didn't have a problem working for it. her body shifted again with her leg on his shoulder. He picked up his pace and the speed of his thumb. "sh-iiii-t, fuck me daddy. just like that!" imani clawed at his back and tightened her walls around him. her hands grasp at his ass, firm and full in her hands.

he liked the way she called out for him. but he liked the way she told him she loved him. the words had an effect on him. he grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to rein himself in. it sent chills up his spine and he couldn't shake the desire to hear the words again. jameson slowed down when he should have kept the same pace. "like that?" he asked imani, his hand slowly moving from between her legs and up her abdomen. "yes! yes b-baby." she stuttered. her hands left his body and found the sheets, gripping them tightly as she blinked up at him. it was like she couldn't ground herself no matter what she held on to. good. he didn't want her sane at all. jameson could tell that she wouldn't last much longer.

his other hand caressed her calf, his head turning to press kisses to her leg. he moved slowly, twisting his hips and biting back another moan. it's even better than what he was doing before. how the fuck could she do that without even trying? she made his head spin half the fucking time and he was still in awe of her. "tell me you love me again." he asked her quietly.

she didn't even hesitate to repeat it. "i love you, baby." mani hissed. "i love you so fuckin' much." her eyes shut and she seized so hard that it was almost as if her body froze. she didn't get to warn him that time. her back arched and her eyes fluttered shut. he could feel her holding her breath. he didn't slack up, lifting his hand to slap down against her clit. her body flinched but still, she didn't release her breath. jameson dropped her her leg from his shoulder to give her a moment of rest. "breathe, mani." he commanded. no sooner than he spoke did he feel her let go. she inhaled sharply, whimpering and moaning out as she did so. nobody could tell him this woman didn't belong to him. the evidence was in the way she let him have his way and her essence covering both their thighs.

she moaned and convulsed around him, wringing a groan from his throat. jameson lowered his body to hers, kissing imani deeply. his tongue slipping between her lips as she clung to him. it was his turn to collapse under the pressure of pleasure. "how you want me, baby?" he asked her between kisses, his release nearing the more he pressed into her. she shook her head as if she didn't understand him and jameson held off with a grunt. "where you want this nut, mani? tell daddy." he was asking for permission and holding off until he got it. even if it killed him.

her voice got caught in her throat and finally, she managed to croak out a response. "inside." one word, the last word she should have said to him. they both knew that. she soaked his dick, the wet spot under them expanding each time he pressed into her. it practically spurted from her. she was spent, he knew she had very little left to give him so now it was time for her to take.

her hands lifted to frame his face, her lips pressed to his cheek, and jameson allowed himself to relax into her. he felt the thrill of lust race down his spine, pulling back only to bury his face in the crook of her neck. he thrust into her roughly, his body losing the sensuous sense of coordination he'd used to get her off. there was no focus or gameplan, desire was driving him now.

he whispered words against her neck, mindless praise about how good she felt. how beautiful she was. how much he loved her. he whispered until the words turned into moans. his hips shuddered and then he came. one hand against her hip, the other over her head -- clenched around the sheets. jameson sagged against her, pressing kisses to imani's shoulder as his hand caressed her hip.

post-nut clarity was a bitch. she had given the man permission to do what he wanted with her body and only now -- when he sagged against her -- did it hit her. her unfaithful, untrustworthy ex had come into her home, hit her with some bullshit about love, and she fell on top of his dick. he breathed heavily against her skin, sleepily pressing kisses to her neck. as much as he pissed her off, she ran her hand up and down his back on instinct. "i really do love you." she heard him say.

despite the fact that they exchanged 'i love you' several times while fucking, it took coming on his dick a few times to remember that she didn't believe him anymore. "mhm." she hummed, patting his shoulder. "i gotta clean up." jameson took the hint and pulled out, surprising imani when he placed his hand against her abdomen. "stay here. i got it." she was silent as he left the room, not even watching his ass as he walked away. she was disappointed in herself. even though her thighs and pussy ached, her clit practically tingled, and her eyes felt heavy with exhaustion -- was it worth going on this damn rollercoaster with jameson again?

he returned to the room with a wet towel. neither of them said a word as he went through the motions of cleaning between her thighs. he even rolled her out of the wet spot that she had been unable to escape. she expected him to take the same care with himself but he didn't. once he was done with the towel, he tossed it aside. the air between them had changed. she could feel it and knew he did too.

"mani." "get out." "...baby, we don't have to do it like that. we can start over." "i don't want to start over with you. i wanted to cum and i did that. so now you can get the fuck out of my house."

imani watched the words impact him and knew he was trying to decide if he believed her or not. she slowly sat up, hating that her body still trembled while she was trying to be strong. "get out, jameson." part of her was pleased that he seemed to give up in the moment. she watched him redress mournfully. they didn't trade words. he was fully dressed and she still sat on the bed, undressed.

"i'll call you." "don't bother."

despite the heat in her words, jameson still leaned in to kiss her. she let him do so, telling herself it was easier than to shove him away. when he finally turned to leave the room, imani let her mask slip. she fell back onto the bed, breath shuddering. she had done the right thing. fucking him was a mistake but she could bounce back. she didn't have to let him back into her life anymore. that chapter of her life was over.

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strawlessandbraless · 7 months ago

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Dean Winchester, Supernatural Jennifer Check, Jennifer’s Body

I just think they’re neat, ok?

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago

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if youre still taking requests for her, could you do jennifer check x snowwhite!reader? ur fics are so amazing :))

hi honey! I'm always taking requests for her, I missed writing her haha! I hope you liked this.

summary - people were confused on how snow white and the evil queen could be best friends, not knowing that best friends usually don't kiss like they do.

warning - girl on girl kissing.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

When people would think about you and Jennifer Check, they’d think Snow White and The Evil Queen. Where one would go, the other would follow. They’d wonder how the two of you could be best friends with such extreme differences in personalities. You were someone that was too sweet, so kind and lovable. You’d always think and put others before yourself, always so caring. How could something so sweet be surrounded by something so dark? But they never saw what happens behind closed doors or when no one is watching, even in the darkest corners of the school.

You and Jennifer are hanging in your bedroom, you lie on your back on your bed. Hair sprawled out underneath you, your mouth open as squeals escape you. Your eyes screwed shut as Jennifer leans over you, her perfectly manicured fingers digging into your sides as she tickles you. Your soft, sweet laugh brings a real smile to her lips, one only reserved for you.

“Jen!” You gasp, sucking in a sharp breath as she continues, your giggles bouncing off the walls. “Stop!” You wiggle underneath her, trying to escape her torturous fingers but you’re trapped. Your tear-filled eyes slowly open, connecting with her pretty blue ones.

Suddenly it felt as though everything had stopped. Time had slowed down, silence replacing the once joyous laughter. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, followed by the heavy breathing that escapes you and Jennifer. Has she always been this beautiful? When did your palms become so sweaty? Slowly your eyes drift down to her plump pink lips, you watch as her tongue swipes against her lips, wetting them.

Jennifer watches you, her eyes hazy as they drift down to your lips, watching them part and breathy gasps escape them. “Snowy…” Her voice raspy, but soothing. It suited her. Her nickname that she made after hearing what people called them fell from her lips. Jennifer’s hand cups your cheek, her thumb stroking it as her gaze flickers between your eyes and lips. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Baby Snow.” Her thumb moves against your plump bottom lip, watching you squirm beneath her. “You’re the only good thing I have…”

Your eyes widen as your hands move to grasp her hips, wanting to keep her as close to you as possible. She was your queen in your eyes, what people said was true. She was The Evil Queen, but never to you. You were her little Snow White or Baby Snow or Snowy. You’d kneel before her if it meant you could be hers forever. “Y–you won’t. I trust you, Jen. I always have and always will.” Your voice small and sweet, just like you.

And as those words slipped from your pretty red lips, all control Jennifer had broken, slipping through her fingers. Her lips crash against yours, eyes slipping closed, both hands cupping your cheeks and she presses her whole body against you, wanting to get closer. You let out a soft moan, following her movements, your grip on her hips tighten before they slide up her back and into her hair, tugging on it causing moans to fall from her lips.

Her tongue swipes against your bottom lip, smirking as you eagerly open your mouth, whining as her tongue slips inside, dominating you before you can even think. You were hers forever, the marks she left on you that night proved it to everyone.

It felt like the fairytale you had always dreamed of.

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ninguitar · 5 months ago

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୨୧　𝓔VERYTHING I WANT　˒˒　SM

─── ﹙🦇﹚months of tip-toeing around yours and megan's friendship leads to feelings surpassing friendship, that neither one of you realize were that prominent. with these feelings looming over you two, inevitably, it blows up in your guys' face.

pairing. megan skiendiel x 7th member f!r genre. angst & fluff wc. 2.4k notes. italics = memories/past event & bolded = lyrics embed into dialogue ^_^ #ilovebeabadoobee req here !! ( MASTERLIST )

now playing ⋆ everything i want by beabadoobee

YOU AND MEGAN SKIENDIEL WERE ALWAYS ATTACHED TO THE HIP—the two of you notorious for being like two peas in a pod by your guys' friends and fans.

so why was it different now?

it was through small, brief gestures from megan that you picked up to be her avoiding you. from sitting across from you anywhere and any time she could, to declining your usual move night invitation for the past weeks, you knew something was up, but you couldn't put your finger on what.

to keep your mind off of the tension twisting in your head, you begrudgingly accepted manon and lara's pleas to playing random games. while playing games with the two of them was definitely fun, it was excruciatingly difficult due to how competitive they were.

the three of you sat in the dimly-lit living room, controllers in each of your guys' hands. your hands move deftly across the controller, inclined to wanting to beat both girls. the sound of the intense, blaring battle music accompanied by lara's and manon's loud curses bounce off the walls, making you wonder how you guys never received a noise complaint at all.

as the round came to an end, your name displayed on the leaderboard for first place pops up on the tv screen, making you poke fun at the two girls, a mischievous grin playing on your face.

"god, you suck, peanutbutterlover02," you tease manon, nudging the girl's shoulder, while both manon and lara's faces contort into bitterness, the two girls barely able to suppress laughter.

"you totally cheated!" both of them interject, dropping their controllers onto the coffee table. you scoff, retaliating by getting up and dropping your controller too.

before you could walk away, both girls' hands curl around your wrist, dragging you down. gasping, you hold onto them to stabilize yourself. a series of giggles and laughter fills the room, as the three of you fall back onto each other—almost like dominoes.

while catching your guys' breath, megan passes by, her usual grin disappearing once her eyes flicker to you. the chinese girl bites the inside of her cheek before sauntering over to lara and manon. the two girls usher megan to sit down beside you, beckoning her to play alongside you guys.

"both of you guys suck anyway—what's the point of joining if i know i'm gonna beat you guys," megan reluctantly pokes fun at them, her gaze fixated on you for too long, before she flickers her eyes back to the screen. a subtle, meek smile plays on her face at the sight of your name on the leaderboard.

switching the game to mario kart, a grin tugs on the corners of the lips of manon, the girl quips, "you are not winning this, megan; you are so bad at driving!" the ghanaian girl changes the game mode to teams, a daring smile flashing on her face.

knowing the usual set of duos you guys split into for mario kart, it would leave you and megan as a team. finding this to be an opportunity to get the chinese girl to ease up to you, you flash a silly, toothy smile at megan, hoping she'd at least mirror it as well.

and to no avail does she.

a subtle sigh drifts from your lips at the girl's sudden inaction towards you, though you try to dismiss it, not wanting to overthink too much. you bite the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering to megan's face every few seconds while playing—the singaporean girl serving more as a distraction to you than she ever has.

and at that rate, your troubled mind would drift past to any interactions or conversations you'd have with megan, trying to find out what you did wrong.

"we beat you guys! i told you megan sucks at driving!"

lara's and manon's hollers snap you out of your dazed mind, breaking the exuberant soundtracks of mario kart, as they nudge both you and megan.

a faux smile plays on your face, as you scoff, "you guys just caught us at a bad time." you gently nudge the chinese girl's shoulder, inviting her to retaliate against lara and manon, too.

"'m not even bad at driving! talk to me when you can actually drive, manon," she huffs, a thin line pressing her lips, as she crosses her arms against her chest. at her quip, an inevitable toothy smile adorns your face, your eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

huffing, you lie back on your bed, while daniela sits at her vanity, an eyeliner pen accompanying her hands. the same thought of megan potentially avoiding you crosses your troubled mind every few seconds, making you rub your temples.

revisiting each and every moment you shared with the chinese girl from the past few months so far, only one stood out, and you didn't think it would be something that would freak her out.

you remember it as clear as day, especially when on that same day, you felt your motivation towards working for promotions crumble almost instantly, and the only person you wished to sought refuge in was megan.

both of you were visibly exhausted, heavy breaths erupting from the two of you. you sat on the wooden, cold floor of the practice room, your gaze fixated on the chinese girl through the expansive mirror.

with your back plastered against the wall, you huffed, a thin line pressed onto your lips. megan's eyes locked onto yours, her gaze softening at the sight of you all drowsy. and by then, she could tell something was up with you.

"penny for your thoughts?" the ginger-headed girl managed to breathe out, her tone laced with sincerity, as her hand curled around yours, running her thumbs on your knuckles.

"just tired. i don't know if i can keep doin' this," you mumbled, catching megan's attention, as her eyes immediately darted over to you, worry creasing her forehead. she froze in an awkward position, her head snapping.

"oh."

you stumbled over your words, your voice vulnerable and barely above a whisper as you spoke, "'m just scared of giving up, meg. i feel like i'm just suffocating."

the chinese girl simply spoke softly, her voice carrying understanding, "i get it—i get you. it's okay to feel overwhelmed, y'know that, right? it can be tough, and that's fine. just- we can figure this out together."

her hand offered yours a gentle, reassuring squeeze, lifting her head to meet yours directly. megan's unwavering support never stopped, and it felt like a familiar warmth, that always spread to your cheeks whenever she spoke. you always knew her words were genuine, no matter what.

silence lingers in the air—not tension, but rather the comfortable type of silence. and finally, you spoke up with reluctance.

"do you think we're together in another life," you blurted out, mumbling as you do so, "'cause y'know… everybody thinks it's odd we're not," you tried to justify. your eyes darted to megan, hoping the girl wouldn't freak out.

"i mean… it could, be possible," she cleared her throat, trying to beat around the bush. a part of the singaporean girl wanted to just tell you everything—to spill out all her feelings to you. feeling conflicted, megan scooted closer to you, leaning against you.

the both of you hesitated to speak once more, the weight of your words lingered in the air heavily. a mix of bittersweetness and concern replaced your unreadable expression, as you eased into her touch—like usual.

you fidgeted with the ends of your shoelaces, remaining silent. you absorbed the gingerhead girl's words, your face weary. her hand found yours, interlacing them together.

with your head in your hands, you can feel your patience crumbling rapidly. you run a hand through your hair, your knees hugged up to your chest. your obvious frustration comes apparent to daniela, as the latina grunts out, "just talk to her—what's the worse that could happen?"

"do you know how awkward it'll be talking to her if i freaked her out! i- i mean if i tell her i'm into her, and she's not, that's gonna be so embarrassing," you ramble on and on, cheeks flushed, as your eyes flicker to daniela doing her makeup.

"are you even listening!" you roll your eyes.

a series of giggles escape daniela's breath, "just tell her—man up, stand on business, or something! i'm serious!" she exclaims, a shine in her eyes. the latina suddenly gets up, nudging you on the shoulder. you bite your lip to suppress a giggle, nudging the blonde-haired girl back.

"fine, fine! okay—"

standing meekly outside megan's and lara's room, your hands slip into your pockets. conflicted, you debate whether or not you should follow daniela's words; you were sure that she was right—that talking it out would be better—but you also were uncertain if the singaporean girl even liked you. bringing your hand to the door, you knock on it gently.

you swallow a hollow breath of air down your throat, before you hear the cue, "come in!" creaking the door open slowly, your eyes flicker to megan lying on the bed, watching her face contort into one of faux disinterest, as she notices you.

"hey," your mumble under your breath, "can we talk?" you stuff your hands into your pockets, taking a deep breath.

the chinese girl meekly nods, and sauntering in, you slowly shut the door. plopping yourself on the empty space beside her on her bed.

"are- are we fine; it just seems like we're out of sync lately," you admit sheepishly, glancing at megan for a slight second before diverting your gaze elsewhere.

"yeah, why wouldn't we be?" she murmurs flatly, her hands in her lap, subtly shifting herself away from you.

noticing, a sigh drifts from your lips, "just- it seems like you're avoiding me, and it's been bothering me, a lot. every time you see me, you act like i did somethin' wrong. and honestly—"

before you could continue your ramble, the chinese girl huffs, "i'm not avoiding you or anything, so i don't know what you're even insinuating! just get over it— i don't know."

"get over it? are you serious, megan! we're like what, best friends, yet i can't get you to explain something small?" you assert, raising your volume to match hers. rubbing your temples, you stand up from the bed, your mouth dry.

a scowl paints your face, "fuck—megan, just tell me why you're acting like this, because clearly it's not something i'm imagining!" you try to calm down, pacing back and forth. at your words, a cold glare flashes at you from the chinese girl.

"i told you, i'm not avoiding you or anything; you're just reading into shit way too deeply," she rolls her eyes at your remarks.

hissing through clenched teeth, "don't fuckin' try to lie to me; i know you, better than anybody, megan! we're friends—not strangers, so i don't know why you can't even open up!"

at this rate, all the girls in the house could practically overhear your guys' erratic argument. you clench your fists, muttering quietly, "just tell me what's up with you, please." you glance at the girl with hopeful eyes, desperate to know what was going on with her.

with your heart on your sleeve, you cross your arms against your chest, swallowing a lump in your throat. the sound of your exasperated sighs linger in the air, your troubled figure traveling back and forth.

with a shred of reluctance, words lie on the tip of megan's tongue, as she whispers, genuinely taken aback by your persistency. washing over her bitter features were ones of regret and worry painting her face.

"i like you, y/n—a lot. and it bothers me so, so much; i mean, it keeps me up at night! you- you're everything i want, and i don't think i'll ever like—love—somebody as much as i do with you."

"i- i mean, those hangouts on valentines day were obviously not coincidental! those matching bracelets, necklaces, rings—again not coincidental!"

your eyebrows raise in confusion, unaware the girl was harboring secret feelings for you. your ears perk up at the last bit, remembering the fond memory of megan begging you to have matching jewelry with her, while you were more than eager to do so. heat curls on your cheeks and ears, as you nod meekly, letting the girl's remarks sink in.

before you could process anything else, the chinese girl just rambles on and on, a mix of anger and regret driving her to continue. and by then, you couldn't help but let a smile tug on the corners of your lips. your eyes meet megan's, your gaze particularly awestruck at how much she had to say about you.

"i can't list all of the reasons you're everything i want, because 's definitely a lot, but there were no days where you—just you—didn't flood my head. day and night, i think about you."

slightly gasping at her blatant admission, your heart melts at the girl's words, and your eyes soften when they fixate on her. you felt breathless, your breath hitching, as you were rendered unable to string together words to express your reciprocation of her love for you.

her dark eyes pierce through you, desperately awaiting your answer, "fuck—this was so, so stupid- i'm sorry." she hastily apologizes, "just, forget—"

you interject, "no— no, no! 's fine, megan, i promise. i've liked you, too—i always have, and i'm sorry, too. i just don't know what to do."

the two of you lost sense of your guys' surroundings, as her hands suddenly cup your jaw, crashing her plush lips against yours. carelessly, you gently push her, straddling her lap. pulling apart, you feel her breath fanning against your lips, and it was only a matter of seconds that she presses her lips against yours eagerly.

against your lips, the chinese girl hums softly, her arms sliding down to your waist firmly. her eyes float among your features, scanning each and every crevice of your face. and you're certain that just by her looking at you—with that same tender, fixated gaze on you—you would do anything she told you to.

"did i ever mention that you're everything i want?" a chuckle escapes megan's breath, a shameless smile tugging on the corners of her lips. her voice was quiet, yet it nonetheless rung loudly in your head. again and again, she presses slow yet searing kisses against your lips.

fallin' more at every season

you're everything i want

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sphvm · 5 months ago

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her touch — meifiz

sophia laforteza x megan skiendiel

tags: dom!sophia, sub!megan, praise, thigh riding, fingering, oral, mommy kink, established relationship

masterlist

MEN AND MINORS DNI

sophia, as the leader of katseye, had been on her computer all day doing work and sending emails. typing and typing and typing while the other girls hung around the house. megan, noticing her girlfriend's absence, went to check on her in her room.

megan opened the door slowly and spoke quietly, “soph?” sophia looked up, a smile creeping on her face when she saw megan peeking out from behind the door.

“hey sweetie, what’s up?”

megan took a step in, shutting the door and not-so-subtly locking it behind her, “dunno…”

megan laid down on the bed next to sophia, and couldn't help but rub her legs together at just being near her, feeling deprived of the touches she usually got all day. she couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch sophia's thigh, lightly grazing her soft skin with her fingertips.

sophia, feeling megan's touch, sighed deeply, trying to concentrate on her work. however, she couldn't help but notice the growing desire in megan's eyes. with a small smirk, she lifted her hand and gently tilted megan's face towards her.

"you know better than to distract me while i’m working, meg," sophia whispered, her voice filled with a mix of dominance and playfulness. megan nodded in understanding but couldn't hold back her need for physical touch.

"i’m sorry, mommy, but i can't help it," megan replied, her voice trembling. "i just can't keep my hands off you."

sophia's eyes widened at the use of her title, a word she had encouraged megan to use during certain moments.

"well, if you insist on being naughty, perhaps we should find a way for you to release some of that pent up energy," sophia teased, setting her laptop on her nightstand. she then turned her attention back to megan, sophia’s eyes locked onto hers.

megan let out a soft moan, her body quivering with anticipation. sophia, sensing her desperation, decided to give megan what she so desperately craved.

"alright, sweetheart," sophia began, her voice low and sultry. "since you can't seem to keep your hands off me, i'll allow you to use my thigh as a replacement for your pleasure.” sophia caressed her cheek, “take your panties off pretty girl."

megan's eyes widened with excitement as she looked at sophia, waiting for approval. with a nod of the head, megan slowly shimmied her shorts off and peeled her already soaked underwear off, tossing them somewhere on sophia’s floor. she crawled onto sophia's lap, straddling her thigh. sophia, her eyes filled with lust, reached out and gently ran her fingers through megan's hair. she then placed her hands on megan's hips, pulling her closer.

megan let out a soft gasp as sophia brought her hips down to grind against her thigh, the friction causing a wave of pleasure to wash over her. sophia, watching intently as megan rode her thigh, couldn't help but feel aroused herself. she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against megan's ear as she whispered, "that’s it, baby. ride my thigh and be mommy’s good girl. right honey?"

megan let out a louder moan, her body trembling with pleasure as sophia's thigh provided the perfect solidity against her sensitive clit. as the tension within her continued to build, she couldn't help but let out a series of soft whimpers and moans.

sophia, feeling her desperation, decided to reach out and lightly pinch megan's nipples through her shirt, causing her to let out a sharp gasp of surprise and pleasure.

"oh, mommy, that feels so good," megan panted, her body writhing against sophia's thigh. sophia, feeling a sense of control, continued to tease megan's nipples, causing her to moan and whimper even louder. sophia tsked, “aw baby, i know it does.”

as megan's moans grew more intense, sophia decided to take things even further. she reached down, her fingers gently grazing against megan's clit as she continued to ride her thigh. megan let out a loud gasp, her body trembling with pleasure.

"mommy—ah, ah, please don't stop," megan begged, her voice filled with desperation. sophia continued to tease megan's clit, causing her to moan and whimper even louder.

sophia could feel megan's wetness seeping through her sweatpants, evidence of her growing arousal. seeing this, sophia lifted her hips off the bed, sliding her jeans and panties down her toned legs and kicking them off.

megan, seeing sophia's naked lower half, let out a soft gasp of desire. she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against sophia's neck as she whispered, "m-mommy, wan’ taste your pussy, please lemme taste."

sophia, feeling a wave of desire wash over her, nodded in agreement, “okay sweetie.”

megan reluctantly brought herself off sophia’s thigh, letting out a groan when she sees the mess she made. sophia then laid back against the pillows, spreading her legs wide open for megan.

megan, her eyes filled with lust, slowly crawled down between sophia's legs. she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out against sophia's sensitive clit. sophia let out a loud gasp of pleasure, her hips bucking up off the bed as megan continued to lick and suck at her swollen clit.

as megan worked her tongue on sophia's pussy, sophia couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming pleasure. she reached down, her fingers tangling themselves up in megan's hair as she moaned and whimpered even louder.

"oh, fuck, baby, that feels so good," sophia panted, her body trembling with pleasure. “such a good girl mm— my good girl… you do me so well, honey.” megan, hearing her praise, decided to take things even further. she reached up, two fingers sliding inside sophia's wetness.

sophia let out a loud gasp of surprise and pleasure as megan began to pump her fingers in and out of her tight core. sophia tugged and tugged on her hair, making megan groan into her pussy, sending vibrations through her core. megan, feeling sophia get tighter and her moans higher, decided to add a second finger.

sophia, feeling her own orgasm building up within her, began to moan and whimper even louder. she reached down, her fingers pulling on megan's hair as she urged her on.

"oh, fuck, megan… harder baby, you won’t break me," sophia chuckled, but her voice was filled with desperation. feeling a sense of power, megan obliged her request. she began to pump her fingers in and out with even more force.

as sophia's orgasm grew closer and closer, she felt her entire body tense up with pleasure. her fingers tightening in megan’s hair, her eyes squeezed shut as she cried out in ecstasy.

"oh, fuck, m-meg, i'm cumming," sophia screamed, her entire body trembling with pleasure. megan continued to work her lover's pussy until she had milked every last drop of pleasure from within her.

as sophia's orgasm began to subside, she felt a sense of overwhelming satisfaction wash over her, soon to be overstimulation. she reached down, her fingers gently stroking against megan's cheek, "okay baby, enough.."

megan couldn't help but smile up at her. she then slowly crawled up the length of sophia’s body, her lips brushing against sophia's as she whispered, "i love making you feel good, soph."

sophia felt a wave of love wash over her, and couldn't help but pull megan in closer for a deep kiss, “you always do, meg.”

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lara4eclipze · 14 days ago

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— 𝓘'm a sucker for you.

— ( 🥀 ) follow you through the dark, can't get enough you're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain and, baby, you know it's obvious

sophia laforteza x fem reader, vamp!soph, human!reader, fluff, suggestive (?), biting, blood, swearing, wc[?], tags listed below

your best friend sophia has been acting weird lately, I mean she is weird but weirder, she looks paler and she gets very snappy toward everyone, and not to mention she had been staring at your neck weirdly

hey you're not one to jump to conclusions but it's hard not to when filipina have been dropping hints of wanting something that you just can't pinpoint

one night the rest of the katz and you were determined to find out what has been in the leaders mind that made her seem out of it

"so, y/n will go in the room and confront her, me and dani will lock the door from the outside and the rest will wait for your chat if it works" lara says as she walks you through the plan, it seemed full proof and worth the shot

"yes, I'll bring water, she's been in that room for like the whole week" you mutter grabbing some ice-cold water from the fridge, lara and daniela got in position waiting for your cue to go in the room

"wish me luck" you laugh a bit, but deep inside you are nervous, yoonchae cheers you on, mainly cause sophia also didn't want her in the room they share, and she had been sharing a bed with the eldest, "please, I want my bed back" yoonchae says, making manon roll her eyes

you knock on the door three times, before deciding to push in, you hear rustling from lara and daniela locking the door which you gulp to

the room was dim, not a single light ray passed through — sophia's bed was a mess of blankets and there she was, huddled her face buried in her legs as she practically shaked

worriedly you run up to the filipina, placing your hand on her arm — cold, she felt like ice which made you even more scared of the leaders well being

"soph, it's me — are you-" before the rest of your words left your mouth, sophia pinned you down quickly to the bed, her eyes gleamed red, as her chest heaved, "sophia, your scaring me" you mutter scared as you try to wriggle off from her vice likd grip

she looked scary, it was like you were face to face with an actual devil, with how sinister her expression was, sophia smiles her fangs fully showing — you felt your heart drop, you've never believed in vampires nor any entities of such, but right now its hard not to

"fuck, do you know how hungry I've been?" the older woman growls her face nearing your neck as she breathes in your fear — a delighted smile made it to her full lips "god your blood smells fresh"

your heart thumped against your chest, it felt like any second your supposed best friend is gonna kill you, "soph, what do you mean?" you stutter, trying to make sense of what the hell is even happening

"fuck y/n, i know you're not stupid, i need your blood right now" the leader growls, you can tell she is holding her self back to not hurt you since she senses your fear

"please" she pleads, she already has you pinned what the hell else are you gonna say? no? — whatever will turn her back to normal is whats best

"soph, do what you have to do" you replied, bracing yourself for whatever she might dish out, "thank you" sophia thanks

she sinks her teeth into your neck agonizingly slow, you wanted to scream as your mouth hung open but nothing came out, it was all too much — she proceeded to suck at the wound drinking what felt like gallons of your blood — you felt lightheaded as the room arounds you became warped and warm

"s-soph" you whimper as the olders mouth licks over the wound, her teeth shined with your blood as some dripped to her lips — "thank you so much" the filipina mutters

all you can think about is, wanting her to do it again — till you can barely feel anything around you, not that anything else mattered but her

sophia quickly carries your body and breaks the door of its hinges — leaving her members shocked as they looked at your limp body in their leaders arms

she showers you warmly — then cleans your wound, patching it up before laying you in lara's bed (the desi girl insisted), the katz worried muttering quickly faded out as your consciousness slipped

"what the fuck soph, what did you do to her?" daniela screams, panicked and partly thinking sophia killed you, megan quickly took yoonchae to another room to avoid getting into the heated questioning

"i can explain tommorow, i just want to be sure that y/n is okay" sophia dismissed all the questions, checking on you, kissing your forehead as you were asleep

note: hi pplz, short fic should i make pt2?

#katseye imagines #katseye x reader #lara raj #meret manon #sophia laforteza #daniela avanzini #megan skiendiel #jeung yoonchae #sophia laforteza imagines #katseye #gg fics

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hwonnrinji · 12 days ago

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𝓐IN'T 𝓝O 𝓒OMPETITION .ᐟ // four stupid letters.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 < megan's attention was going towards her games (and you didn't like that) // ♪ — ıllı love songs . kaash paige

⨳ ﹒ ⊂ M.S. ⊃ ꜛ 𝒻 luff / 𝑠 uggestive wc. ~ 250 + ⤸ // gamer!megan x f!reader — short oneshot — 𝓴issing ⋆

megan pic: @nakylvr

"TEN MORE MINUTES, BABY, i'm about to win!" she practically whines when you stand in front of the tv. you roll your eyes as your finger hovered over the power button on the remote, threatening to turn off the tv in the middle of her match. she gives you the sickeningly adorable puppy eyes she always does whenever she couldn't get her way, her hands dropping the controller to clasp together in hopes of you listening.

"i would let you, but you told me 'ten more minutes' an hour ago!" you narrow your eyes slightly, keeping up your pride to not fall for her tricks. now her expression seems genuinely looks guilty and you couldn't help but soften your own. but not for long because you have self-respect.

"i'm sorry," she apologizes, her voice now quiet. "i'm serious. ten more minutes and i'll hop off." the sincere look in her eyes made you gave in, sighing as you move away from the tv and tossing the remote back on the coffee table. as soon as you do, though, she grins and immediately goes back to shouting at her friends, making you annoyed at yourself for even hearing her out.

for the next thirty minutes—yes thirty, because megan didn't get off after ten like she said she would—you sat on her bed, back against the headboard, your arms crossed over your chest as you glared at her. having enough of her bullshit and terrible gameplay, you got up and strolled over to her, standing next to her and taking the controller out of her hands.

"hey!" she exclaims but cleared her throat instantly because she should never raise her voice at her girlfriend. "i mean, y/n, why would you do that?" you pause the game for her before throwing the controller onto her lap, your gaze daring her to even touch it. she keeps her arms on the armrest of her chair, her fingers not even twitching to move an inch. she knows you're actually mad at her.

"y/n..." she starts, removing the controller from her lap and slowly got up from her chair. you place a hand on her chest and pushed her back down, not letting her get affectionate with you to get out of this. "no. you told me you were gonna get off after ten minutes. not once, but twice."

"damn dude, you got a pretty girl on your bed and you're playing games? mind if i take her?" a friend of hers spoke up. you couldn't hear since she had her headphones on, but the subtle scowl on her face tells you it wasn't anything nice. "shut your bitch ass up, jacob," she curses then hung up the call. your eyes widened slightly at the use of language but you laughed a little.

she abruptly pulls you onto her lap, your knees on both side of her, her hands holding you by your lower back to keep you from slipping—and suddenly she's kissing you. her lips landed on yours in a soft, gentle kiss, apologetic even, and you can feel her nails digging into your skin through the clothes. "i'm sorry, my love," she murmurs. you pulled back so you can catch your breath but she chases after you, locking her lips with yours again, more desperate and needier this time. those stupid four letters.

"mmph!–" you finally got to break away from the kiss, your eyes half-lidded as you looked down at her. "megan..." you panted, your chest rising and falling unevenly. normally, you would've caught your breath by now but megan's face just takes it all away again. she looks like she physically needs more, her eyes shimmering with need. and her tongue darts out to wet her lips unconsciously, making the room somehow feel hotter and more cramped despite the open space.

she surges forward to kiss you, pouring every bit of guilt into it, every bit of guilt for making you even slightly annoyed at her. and you sigh contently into the kiss, returning the kiss with equal fervor. "i was waiting for you to get off so i could do this," you admitted once you pulled back for air.

"then i should've got off earlier." a notification lights up her phone and her head turns to read it.

'last match rn. we can win the tournament (if ure done w wtv ure doing)'

megan turns back to you and every trace of being needy and desperate vanished right before your eyes. "...please?" she begs. you frown but she stops any protest with another kiss, trailing down to your jaw, then your neck, sucking slightly on the skin, for sure leaving a mark for tomorrow morning. "love, i swear i'll stop playing after," she promises, her voice slightly muffled by your skin.

when you didn't budge, she continued her act, kissing you even more and mumbling promises to you. "i love you, baby. on my ps5 controller i'll stop after this match. can you agree? can you do that for me, my love?"

dang it.

" AIN'T NO COMPETITION , JUST COMPETING FOR ATTENTION "

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generalllimaginesss · 1 year ago

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Here’s a little piece based on Megan Moroney’s song Reasons to Stay.

Warnings: angsty bf! Jack, toxic relationship (you can usually tell if I’m depressed or not based on what I post lmao), but like this is really really toxic so don’t read if that’s a trigger for you. I think I made myself go crazy while rereading it.

Reasons to Stay

I asked Jesus for a sign

And today I haven’t cried

It’s only 2 p.m. but that beats yesterday

So I guess that’s a reason to stay

The status of having an NHL boyfriend was alluring to a lot of girls. The fame was something that always felt new, thousands of people, strangers, screaming the name that you hold near and dear to your heart. The money eased the fear of bills and gave a freedom the average person would never experience in their lifetime. The influence that you hold as a WAG always playing in the back of your mind anytime your finger hovered over a button to post a picture, wondering if the caption was classy enough to hold your status.

The truth is that looks can be deceiving. The girls that threw themselves at Jack made for a constant state of insecurities to pool in your brain, sloshing around anytime Jack was home late or turned his location off. The money bought things that made you smile, a Louis Vuitton here, a Mercedes there, but the feeling of being in debt to the man that let hate spew from his mouth anytime you accidentally stepped out of line pulled at your being, anxiety grasping at the freedom, one not capable of being present without the other.

Was it really freedom?

Was it the price of freedom?

Maybe.

Maybe the price was the amount of tears that flowed when he rejected an outfit for you to wear.

“You’re not leaving in that. I don’t date sluts and that makes you look like one,” his reasoning rang, slicing through your ears and bouncing around anytime you bought clothes.

Today was a good day, though.

He had kissed you goodbye, asking if you would be making dinner tonight.

He’d be home tonight, you thought, willing yourself to think positive and fighting against the urge to dwell on the fact that he had come home with a hickey the night prior. He insisted it was a hickey, but you weren’t too sure about that.

But he’s yours tonight, that’s all that matters. That keeps you going; the possibility that tomorrow he will be yours is your driving thought. So you went about your day as if the life you were living were a dream and that you were living the life as the girlfriend of a famous hockey player who made millions.

Maybe it’s normal to have to be small. Maybe you just have to compensate for the huge platform that he had. He had earned it after all.

Seriously, what did you do other than keep the house tidy and go to his games? That’s normal….right?

You just had to tell yourself that it would be ok. It would be harder and messier to leave than try to push through.

And when you’re drunk at 3 a.m.

You don’t call your ex-girlfriend

It’s been a couple months since you

Brought up her name.

So I guess that’s a reason to stay.

The guys had gone out after a win, guys only. No girlfriends or wives. That’s what Jack said, at least. They were celebrating the guys achievements, some records broken, and it was just for them.

That was fine with you. He had an amazing game: his second hatty of his career. He needed a night to let off some steam and just be a boy.

The picture of him and Nico with Jack’s ex looming in the background was just a coincidence, yeah? Jack said she was a puck bunny, so she’s probably just going from guy to guy.

As soon as he walked through the door, the smell of bourbon wafted through the air, attaching itself to every air molecule in the apartment and meeting you like a familiar friend. This wasn’t the first time he had come home in this state. It wasn’t even the 5th or 6th.

“You’re up,” Jack’s words were slower than normal, the effort to produce the words coherently proving to be more tasking than normal. He took in the view of you curled up in an Ugg blanket on the plush cushions of the couch, noticing the lines that the tears had been drawing for the past hour. He took note, but not responsibility. He told you where he was and what he was doing, no harm no foul.

“Just couldn’t go to sleep,” Your voice was weakened, something you despised about yourself. You used to view yourself as strong and independent. Sticking up for what was right was was something you took pride in, but being in a relationship with Jack had slowly chipped away at that, so nonchalantly that you were the skeleton of who you once were before you could do anything about it.

Jack’s balance teetered from the left to the right, making a ship at sea during a storm look like a walk through the park. He stumbled as he tried to take his shoes off, a cue that you learned meant you needed to help him.

He did so much for you, so would it really be awful to just help him out?

As you slipped one AirForce off, you took notice of the bruises that feathered his legs, probably from the intense game tonight.

You could feel courage bubble, coming to a boil before you made your next statement, “I noticed your ex in a picture that Nico posted…what’s that about?”

“Baby,” He slurred, attempting to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear but pulling it instead, kissing your forehead after you winced at the tension. “You’re the only one that matters,” And with that he sucked you right back into his intoxicating blue eyes. They held a secret confession of his love for you. One that only you could see and he could feel.

But you don’t try like you used to

You don’t look at me the same

You used to say you’re sorry, now

Whiskey’s what you blame

How much can a heart take

‘Til it’s really your last chance

I’m a giver, but I’ve given all I can

We both know that I ain’t one to walk away

But I’m runnin’ out of reasons to stay

Things hadn’t always been like this.

Jack hadn’t always been like this.

He used to surprise you at work with two dozen roses, or wrote sweet love notes on sticky notes and stuck them to your vanity. He used to put in effort.

He used to want you.

What were you thinking, of course he still wanted you. He wouldn’t be in a relationship with you for the whole world to see if he didn’t want you, right?

He hadn’t bought flowers in a long time, though, and the sticky notes had slowly made their way to a drawer for safekeeping, none there to replace them. The vanity was bare, loneliness radiating from it every time you passed it, the feeling resonating in your soul.

It was as lonely as you.

Jack had come home drunk again last night, the smell of the liquor laced the words he shot at you with a poison that made them burn when they hit you. Everything that came out of his mouth felt like lashes against your skin.

“You’re so fucking boring, Y/N! You think you’re so perfect and you’re not! You think you’re better than everybody around you, but you’re not! You’re a fucking bitch, you cunt!”

He went on like that for at least an hour, going on and on about how he deserved better, how he could have anybody he wanted but settled for you.

It hurt even worse because it was so untrue. You battled with yourself for years because you compared yourself to those around you constantly. Jack knew this. He had been there for your breakdowns when your family had made you feel like a disappointment, or when you never thought you would be as pretty or talented as the other girls in the hockey scene.

Did he just forget this?

How were you going to smooth this over with him?

It felt like all you did was make excuses for him just to be able to live with him.

Why?

How did he completely change you? Wreck you? He had gutted out who you once were and left the bare beams that held you up. He had conditioned you to allow him chance after chance, no matter how bad he had fucked up.

And you just let him.

As the sun played a game of peekaboo through the curtains, you had made up your mind that you couldn’t justify the way he was treating you anymore. It was wrong.

The smell of bacon and eggs lured you into the kitchen to see him shirtless, standing over the stove as he busied himself with making breakfast. His back muscles flexed as he maneuvered about the stove. He looked perfect, as if he hadn’t verbally assaulted you and your character last night.

Before you could say anything, he had sensed that he was being watched, catching a glimpse of you as he turned his head slightly to the left.

“Morning. Didn’t wake you up, did I?” His voice was raspy, probably from partying for most of the night, but it sounded like he cared. It was refreshing.

“N-no. Um, I just felt like I should get up,” Reassuring him felt like an attempt to just keep the peace. Don’t say anything to set him off, don’t be combative. He’s cooking breakfast for you, so everything’s ok.

“Good. Hey, about last night…I’ll be honest I don’t remember what I said, but if it was bad it was just from me drinking too much. The boys may have gotten me to drink more than I normally do…” he trailed off as he plated the breakfast he had made for you, placing it on a placemat at the bar and pouring a cup of coffee for you, 3 creams and 2 sugars.

He remembered.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” You walked to the bar taking a seat.

The morning consisted of the two of you genuinely enjoying the presence of the other, catching up on what’s going on in each other’s lives and promising to not let it get this way anymore.

Before Jack left for practice, he had placed a kiss to your lips ever so gently, “I love you,” he whispered, his voice soft and sweet.

How was this the same Jack from last night?

You were sure that you had to be going crazy.

If I go find somebody new

I’d lose your mom and sister too

You know me and how much I hate change

So I guess that’s a reason to stay

And I ain’t perfect either, we all make mistakes

But that don’t change

The Michigan sunset was absolutely breathtaking. The orange and purple hues painting a picture so perfect that it could never be replicated on a canvas. The distant sounds of the guys on the lake could be heard in the distance, the chill of the wind carrying the hoots and hollers from the water to you and Ellen, sitting on the deck attached to the back of the house.

The smell of the deck and the sound of the hundreds of frogs from the water felt like a dream, one that you never wanted to wake up from.

“Jack would probably kill me if he heard me say this, but I really hope you two get married soon. I’d love to have you as my daughter, you know? These boys are a lot sometimes…” Ellen chuckled as she nodded to the boys in the distance.

The comment caught you off guard, a response in favor felt forced, but how were you supposed to tell her that her son was making your life a living hell?

“You’d have to take that up with him,” You smiled at her, not revealing the relationship that was slowly eating away at you.

“I promised to never pressure them to do something that they weren’t ready for, so I’ll let him choose the right time. I just know we all love you. Anytime the other two call home they always ask how you’re doing. I know they talk to Jack about you, too. We didn’t think he’d ever be ready to settle down with a girlfriend, much less one as amazing as you,” She went on, pulling her jacket tighter around her as the absence of the sun left goosebumps on her skin.

“It’s getting cold out here, let’s head inside and you can help me make dinner. I believe we have some wine if you’d like some,” She stood up and headed to the kitchen, waiting for you to follow suite, you smiled.

It was almost a sad smile, grateful that even though Jack wasn’t the man he should’ve been for you, his family loved you. They made you feel safe and loved. They were a safe haven from the toxic tendencies that Jack had taken up when the two of you were in New Jersey.

“I’d love that, Ellen.”

The sound of bare feet padding rapidly against the blades of grass that ran from the dock to the deck made you and Ellen turn your heads towards the window, watching on as Quinn, Luke, and Jack were racing towards the house.

Luke won, his long legs giving him an unfair advantage against his shorter counterparts. Quinn came in second as Jack has tripped over himself.

“What’s for dinner?” Luke panted, reaching for a water bottle out of the fridge and attempting to sit on the couch.

“You’ll find out after you change out of your wet swim trunks,” Ellen gave him a stern look, him raising his arms in defense as he left to go to his room for dry clothes.

You felt an arm snake around your waist, the smell of lake water and sunscreen following behind it. At first you jumped, worried that you had done something wrong.

He chuckled at the sudden movement, not realizing that he was the problem.

“Jumpy, are we?”

You smiled, trying to not cause an issue with him.

“Sorry. Wasn’t expecting you to be so cold,” You felt nasty as you lied through your teeth.

After a few minutes, he finally decided to retreat to the shower to wash the day off of him. You took in your surroundings while he was away.

Quinn and Luke played the Xbox while Ellen prepared the vegetables for dinner and Jim smoked the meat outside. You had been loving this family for years now. You and Ellen had become so close, easily somebody you loved as if she were your own mother.

Jack wouldn’t be the only person that you would have to let go of if you were to leave. As much as you loved his family, it was only natural for them to take his side, something that you understood and admired. You could only wish somebody would take up for you no matter what, and he had 4 people willing to do that for him.

You couldn’t imagine the thought of having to start over with somebody new, having to meet their parents for the first time and being disappointed that they weren’t Ellen and Jim. Being disappointed that their siblings wouldn’t pay the extra money when they accidentally forgot to keep your Snapchat streak going since it was almost 4 years long. Quinn and Luke texted you almost as often as they texted Jack. You were like their sister.

The thought of starting over was enough to have tears stinging at the corner of your eyes. Whatever Jack had done, you couldn’t expect him to be perfect. He’s human, after all. You’d stay if it meant you could keep the Hughes in your life.

I'm runnin' out of patience

Damn, I hate to say it

I'm runnin' out of patience and grace and at the end of the day

Findin' last resort reasons we're okay

Ain't a good reason to stay

“Jack you have purple bruises all on your fucking neck! How stupid do you think I am?!” You barked at him as he sat on the couch facing you.

“Stupid enough to think this is the first time this has happened,” His smug smirk and body language made you want to hurt him. You wanted to hurt him as bad as he’s hurt you for so long now.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you, Jack Hughes. You are the most disgusting person I have ever met and I hope your life becomes a living hell that you can never get out of,” The words came out calmly despite their harsh meaning. It was eerie, making the hairs on Jack’s neck stand up.

“Where do you think you’re going,” He watched as you made your way to the shared bedroom, hearing the sound of a suitcase zipper open.

He jumped up, heading straight for you, but froze as he watched you throw clothes into the suitcase. When that one became full you found another one to shove your clothes into, until the only things left were things you didn’t normally wear.

“What are you doing?” He spat, realizing that the grip he had on you was being relinquished.

“What does it fucking look like? I’m done. I’ve gone crazy trying to love you and I want out. I can’t do this anymore!” You tried to yell, but your throat constricted as it tried its best to sob. You refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that, though. He had put you in this state of survival long enough.

“You’re going to regret this…” He trailed off, following you as you threw everything into your car.

“Maybe so, Jack. But I will never regret it as much as I regret falling in love with you. You are an awful person, and I hope everybody will see that one day,” You slammed the door shut and put the car in reverse.

As you made your way down the driveway and street, Jack’s figure became smaller and smaller. Nobody would ever make you feel this way ever again, and you felt sorry for whoever fell into the trap that is Jack Hughes after you.

HAHA IM SO SORRY!! Also this in no way reflects who Jack is in real life because I, obviously, don’t know him personally. This was so bad though, so I’m actually really sorry.

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