#you're in a situationship with a model

[leoandbeholdclark]

"Bitch I'm Gucci, fly to Asia, he's feeding me sushi."

"Stiff on a hoe, I like my [redacted] bougie."

/Never Lose Me by Flo Milli

[tarotwithavi]

Random messages for you

How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and kindly ask your spirit guides or guardian angels to choose the right pile for you and then open your eyes, whichever pile attracts you is the right pile for you.

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PILE 1

The person who doesn't choose a side often finds themselves aligned with the wrong one.

Some of you are about to enter a new relationship. You guys literally manifested this person.

Let go of regret of the past. What's done is done. It cannot be changed, instead focus on the present.

Slow and steady always wins the race. Remember slow progress is still progress. Descipline is better than motivation. Because motivation will start declining with time, discipline will not.

I see that you're trying to manifest your dream friend group, it may take some time.

Some of you are about to be recognised for your appearance. You may get accepted for modeling.

You're about to be in a position of authority. Do not abuse your power. Be humble.

You have two choices either start from zero or go with the flow. Choose wisely.

I see a group of three friends meeting. You may reconnect with some old friends.

I also see that you're able to win something. You're going to attract a lot of attention.

Pile 2

You're about to enter the luckiest time of your life. You'll start experiencing miracles from left to right.

I see that some of you are trying to change your mindset around money and I want to let you know that it'll help you a lot.

Some of you may get the chance to travel to your dream country this year.

I see a proposal from a fire sign in the near future but I must warn you that this person is not ready for commitment.

Something you wished for a long time ago is going to come true.

Ask for help when needed. You cannot do everything alone.

Develop a new skill, it'll help you in future.

Let your creative ideas come to life. start something new.

Have balance Between your logical and emotional side.

I see that coy fish is going to be really significant for you.

You need to realise that the prison you're living in is created by your mind.

Go on a vacation and enjoy your time, plan out fun activities with the people you love, spend more time with your pets.

Pile 3

someone from your past is thinking about you, this person may be a bit older than you but they seem immature for their age.

you should move on from that situationship, it was not worth you time and energy.

i see that some if you are going to encounter a new person, this person will become a great friend to you. this person may be born in february.

i am getting the message that some of you will move to a new place by the next new moon.

someone has their eyes on you, this person may be a doctor or studying medicine.

you should use affirmation "i am ready" and add the thing yiu want to manifest, like "I am ready for my dream job"etc.

If you are planning to get a new haircut you should wait sometimes or dont go to your regular hairdresser because i see that they may mess it up this time.

i see a new job oppotunity coming towards you in the nest 10 days, this job may be related to dealing wth cash or finances.

Look out for toxic habits and behaviors, dont hold onto things that are not serving you anymore.

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.1

pt. 2 , pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again.

word count : 1K+

watch it : mild fluff, heavy on the angst, situationships, toxic relationships, Jude is kinda an ass in this one sorry, not very happy ending

happy valentines day LOL

—--

you and Jude have a complex history, complex relationship. 

you aren't officially together but at the same time you are exclusive. it's odd, but it's what works at the moment, (even if you wish he would just grow the balls to make you his already.)

you get he's a busy guy, top player both club and international. you aren't going to force him to choose you or make him get with you while his career is soon about to peak. 

your wishes for more soon fade into the background as he presses gentle kisses into your skin. he called you a few hours prior, wondering if you wanted to keep him company while he binges movies and orders you a pizza. you said yes, maybe a little foolishly. but it's hard to stay away from him. 

he's addicting. maybe it's a rush of being with someone whose whole existence is so grand. maybe it's the fact of knowing you have what millions of others crave for. you don't know, you try not to read into the intricacies. bad habit. 

so here you are, face pressed up against his chest while you lay side by side on this stupidly large couch, action movie playing, your pizza done, belly full and body warm. 

"what are you thinking about love?" he mumbles. 

"you." you shrug.

"me ?" he chuckles. 

you hum, wiggling deeper into the pile of blankets. 

"i've been thinking about you. and us." he confesses, almost shy. the movie playing in front of you has long fizzled out of your attention. 

hey might as well rip the band aid off. 

"me too," you hum, "why aren't we official again?"

you feel him sigh dramatically, "because my career."

you squint. there goes the same lousy explanation. "you could put more i don't know, thought into us."

he shifts under the blankets , "valentine's day is coming up. dont worry love i have it all planned out." he assures you. 

"oh yeah ?" you tease

"just you wait, the best valentine's day ever." he kisses the top of your head soundly.

—--

worst fucking valenties day of your life. you don't remember being more livid a day in your life. you cant remember the last time so much pure rage burned through you, hot enough to hurt. you didn't think it was humanly possible to clench your fist so tight youve dug into your palm hard enough to draw blood. 

your head hurts, your legs hurt, you think your arm is starting to bruise from where you were shoved into a table on "accident" but what would Jude know. he was so busy taking pictures with models and laughing at corny jokes while you kept yourself company. texting and calling didnt work and he didn't even try to give you any attention the whole night, you can't keep doing this with him. 

"you can't just run off-" Jude shouts from somewhere behind you. 

"or what Jude. or fucking what." you seeth, not bothering to face him, storming out into the night. 

It's your fault for trusting him all those nights ago. your fault for falling for the same shit over and over. 

he sprints to catch up to you, "i don't know why you're being like this."

you stop dead in your tracks, "oh i don't know, let's think. you didn't tell me your escorts would be there. and to top it all fucking off they have to nerve to be on my ass the whole night, not letting me get anywhere near you even through we walked in together?"

he doesn't respond and you half the mind not to punch the shit out of him, walking further away from the club you just came from, heels clanking against the sidewalk so hard it hurts, pulling on your dress so you dont trip and fall. maybe you should let it go so you can fall flat on your face. that would be a better ending to the night than seeing his face. silly stupid you thinking this would work. 

"happy fucking valentines day huh Jude. you take me to a damn club, you ignore me the whole night, and you spend all your time surrounded by other women who might as well just suck you off right then and there." you yell, hell if anyone hears. you want them too, you want him to be as humiliated as you feel. 

Bellinghams date thrown away the moment you step inside, ignored and tossed for some common whores. oh you can't wait to see where your face ends up online after tonight. you can see the headlines now. 

he grabs your arm, making you face him, "love listen-"

"no, you dont get to fucking do that anymore. you cant keep sweet talking your way out of things when you fuck up. why can't you just pretend to care" your voice shakes, you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

"i'm not trying to talk my way out of it, i'm trying to explain." he tries.

you yank your arm out of his grip, "i'm not listening anymore, im done. all i asked was one day for us, just valentines day to make things work. and you showed me you dont care enough for that." 

"please, let me fix this." he pleads.

"its too late."

"i wanted things to work so fucking bad, and you humiliated me Jude. i imagined a nice dinner, hell i would have settled for take out and a few kisses. that's how bad i want things to work, that's how bad i wanted you." you tremble. 

"please my darling. let's talk about this. come back inside and i'll show everyone that you are mine," he holds a hand out to you, waiting. silently pleading with each breath he takes. 

the street lights dance across his skin as for a moment you almost believe him. for a moment you think about stepping back inside with him. you can't do that to yourself, not again. 

"no, iim done. don't follow me, don't call me dont text nothing. i want nothing more to do with you." your firm, final. swallowing the lump that builds in your throat, youd be damned if he sees you cry after this fucking shit show.

he stops in his tracks at this, not bothering to try and stop you. 

it hurts more than it should to leave him behind you, but you honest to god can not keep up with his lifestyle. 

all those articles and rumors were right you suppose, he's an arrogant stuck up bastard with too much money to know what to do with, too cocky for his own good and destroys anything good that comes his way. you hope he's happy without you. 

[unluckilyimnot]

hiîi can I request prompts 7+20 with SAE and kaiser (separate)??

also can I use 🎀 as an anon?? I loveee your work!!

7 - "I thought maybe we will kiss tonight" + 20 - "You'll always be my favorite" with kaiser (hurt to comfort) and sae (fluff)

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Note: hiiii I did it exceptionally, it's normally close but maybe I'll open it if I feel courageous

Of course you can !! Anyone can feel free to ask for an emoji or to be tagged when I post ♡

Sae 

When Sae walked into his apartment, it was past midnight. He's been gone all day and wasn't expecting anything when coming back home. 

You both got used to his changing schedule and the time when you used to wait for him was long gone. 

He never expected to see you fast asleep on the couch, a plaid on you and the TV still showing the rerun of Friends. You never really liked it but here you were, badly sitting and breaking your neck.

It didn't take him long to notice the dry tears strains on your checks and a million rushed through his brain. Yet, he'll know nothing until tomorrow. Nothing about your day, what you ate or why those tears were there in the guest place. 

Taking a seat next to you, he laid his forehead against yours, not holding the released sigh in the back of his throat anymore. “I thought I'll get to kiss you tonight.” 

He knows he's absent lately, a lot more than you can handle. And he's so deeply sorry to do that to you. You don't know how bad he tries to get back to just see you awake, before bed. 

You don't know how bad he misses you all day and wants to spend just an evening with you. Because seeing you will always be his favorite part of the day.

Kaiser

Your relationship with Michael was complicated. Call this a situationship if you want, but it was mainly because of the press you weren't together. It would be a scandale if they found out. 

What you never expected is Michael to be so jealous when it touches his co-workers. You've met some, being in the model industry, and he never made a fuss about it. Before today. 

“Please, what are you mad about ?! We're doing our job !” you yelled at him, gripping your hair because sighing loudly. 

Your quota had already expired for the day and he was ignoring you. That's all it takes for you to grab your jacket and start your leave.

“I thought we could have a chill night together. Watching a sappy movie, maybe kissing midway since it would've been shitty but you decided to be an asshole. Thanks.”

His silence was loud. His back was facing you and he didn't even glance in your direction. The anger was slowly replaced with sadness as you exhaled slightly to hold back your tears. 

“Why are you always like this when you're my favorite, huh ?” 

“I'm scared you're gonna leave me for someone else.” He confessed under his breath, you almost missed it. It made you lay your bag on the counter again before taking a few steps closer to him.

“Why would I? It's by being like this that it can happen Michael…” 

“I know but I can't express it another way!” He snapped at you, aiming to push you away but you were out of reach. Instead your gaze falls in his glossy eyes, breaking your heart. 

You didn't forget how mean he was, never, but you couldn't help but hold him close to you. Even if he rejected you at first. 

He's hard to deal with, but deep down you know he's only hurt and scared, and that you have to help him with that. 

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[moviecritc]

second best ⋆ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x teammate!reader

summary: max realizes that your situationship isn't going anywhere, so he decides to start a pr relationship for his own public image

word count: 1K

warnings: angst, hurt without comfort

a/n: this turned out amazing actually, i'm very proud of it <3 yk i loveee to write abt this blond dutch

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“I think it's better if we stop seeing each other.”

Y/N frowned slightly. She was under Max's arm, lying on the bed in the hotel in Imola.

“We’re on the same team, Maxie. We see each other all the time,” she said, completely oblivious to what Max was saying. She even smiled a little.

“I mean this,” Max sat up, forcing her to do the same. He swallowed a bit. “I think we should stop sleeping together.”

Y/N pressed her lips together and wiped the trace of sweat from her forehead. “Oh,” was all she could articulate as she chewed over that sentence. “Why?”

“For our careers,” he said immediately, as if he had it premeditated. “There are already a lot of rumors, if this got out…”

“What?” That didn’t make any sense. “We've been sleeping together for over a year, and now all of a sudden you're worried about rumors. Don’t bullshit me, Max. What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N felt around the edge of the bed, searching for her underwear.

“I'm telling you, this is affecting our careers.”

Y/N clicked her tongue and stood up, finishing getting dressed. “Bullshit, Max. When you want to tell me what's really going on, let me know.”

Y/N left the room, slamming the door. Max leaned back, knowing that Y/N was right. It wasn’t about their careers, but about the pressure. His father and the rest of the team were pressuring him to have a relationship with a model, and YN was an obstacle in that equation.

Max never explained anything to her. They stopped seeing each other outside of work environments and even while working, they avoided each other as much as possible. Y/N refused to feel hurt. It wasn’t a breakup because there was nothing to break. In the end, they were just two teammates with too much sexual tension to satisfy. Even if that tension lasted a year and a half, three vacations together, a Christmas dinner, and countless private dates.

Y/N was determined to move on, focusing on her job, fighting for the title, and maybe—just maybe—accepting that date with Carlos at the end of the season.

But Max had other ideas, because two weeks after the breakup, the pages were on fire because finally, someone had conquered the cold heart of Max Verstappen. He and a woman nine years older had been seen dining and kissing in Monaco.

She was surprised, that was the last thing she expected from Max. Nine years older than him. Y/N couldn't help but dig a little, stalking her profile and seeing how pretty she was. That really hurt, had it meant so little to him?

Y/N flew to Monaco alone when she used to go in Max's private jet. From then on, she realized how much Max was in her routine. Arriving at her apartment, she found it cold with the plants dried up; she hardly had any clothes there. She knew she’d have to write to Max to get her things back, but she delayed it as long as possible—which wasn’t long. Y/N wrote to her friends to see if they wanted to go out, but no one responded; she hadn't written to them in over four months.

She spent that night alone at home, looking at her phone every now and then without expecting any messages. She found herself drinking and then went out for a walk, desperate to feel something. The next morning, photos of her were out, looking horrible with traces of mascara under her eyes. She also woke up to a simple message from Max:

Can we meet?

They agreed to meet at her apartment, Y/N knew the way almost with her eyes closed.

“Good morning,” said Max. He looked as usual, shorts and a t-shirt, a bit of gel in his hair, and clean-shaven.

“Hello,” Y/N said, clearing her throat. She stood still at the door until Max motioned for her to come in.

“Come in, please,” he said calmly. She nodded and entered, looking for traces of that woman, though the apartment still smelled of her perfume.

“Is she not here?” she asked, turning on her heels to look at him.

“No. That's what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You want to talk to me about your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

She let out a laugh, the same thing she had told her friends at a dinner while he had a hand almost reaching her inner thigh.

“You never have girlfriends, do you?”

“Y/N, it’s not what you think.”

She crossed her arms. “You know what I think? I think you’re a hypocrite. A damn hypocrite who, because I didn’t suit him, found someone easier.”

Max approached Y/N. “It’s PR, they forced me.”

“They forced you?” she let out a painful laugh. “Did they force you before or after ending things with us?”

Max stayed silent. They had pressured him, but the final decision had been his. He couldn’t find a way to explain himself. That silence meant everything to Y/N.

“You're pathetic. Totally pathetic.”

“Y/N, I’m sor-” he took half a step towards her but backed off immediately.

“Bullshit,” Y/N exploded. “Do you think apologizing is enough? You treated me like a fucking toy, damn it.”

“I didn't… I never wanted to hurt you,” Max choked on his words.

“But neither did you want to treat me well.”

Max stayed silent, feeling like the stupidest man on earth. He wanted to shout that she was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time while kissing her until he ran out of breath. But he said nothing. Y/N looked away with a long sigh.

“I’m going to collect my clothes,” she said, clearly disappointed in her voice. She hoped that Max would follow her, not let her pack her things and beg her to stay. That he’d tell her she was worthy of love.

Max waited, sitting on his couch, running his hands over his face, searching for the words.

Y/N came out of the room and walked past the living room, intending to leave without saying goodbye.

“I'll break up with Kelly,” Max stood up, stopping her with his words.

“Do you think that will help? You’ll still hide me as if you’re ashamed.”

“Y/N…” He couldn’t find the words.

“No. I'm leaving. I'm tired. Of you and all your crap.”

[coolprettyleo]

screaming, crying, perfect storms - ryan leonard ☆

wc: 1.3k

tw: angst. new beginnings. depression. yelling?

ryan leonard x oc

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frankie was doing good, cool, and fine. everything was just fine, and that little 'just' was enough to make everything not fine for the youngest hughes.

the girl felt stuck in a never-ending loop and she had no idea how to get out of it.

she had recently come to the realization that everyone she knew was making progress with their lives. they were either already doing what they loved or were working for it.

while she stood and watched, stuck. she didn't know what she loved; it's not like you can sleep in your boyfriend's arms for a living, right?

the poor girl was just bored with her life. sure, she had friends and a boyfriend and had finally managed to pass her classes, but at the end of the day, that's all she had.

she needed a change and she needed it fast.

frankie and summer were currently walking through the streets of nyc. frankie had fallen into a depression and summer being her best friend had decided to take her on a shopping spree in hopes to uplift the girls poor mood.

they had been playing around in one of the dressing rooms when a tall beautiful woman approached them.

"hi, I've been watching you two for the last twenty minutes, and you guys are gorgeous. my name is eloise simons, and I'm with IMG Models. I think you two would be perfect for this new summer collection; I'm going to give you two my card and you guys can go ahead and give me a call if you want to set a meeting up," the lady said, handing them a card that looked pretty legit.

the two girls looked at eloise speechless, not knowing whether or not she was joking.

"i know this is very out of the blue but I have a vision and a good feeling about you two and I just need to act on it" she said with a smile.

"thank you. we'll have to talk it over, though," summer said as frankie had seemed to go mute. the lady let out a smile.

"that's better than a 'no'. please, if you even have any questions or concerns, just give me a call." she said before bidding the girls goodbye as the best friends eyed each other with a wild look.

"if this is a prank, it's really mean," frankie said, breaking the silence.

"it's not," summer said, looking the number up and it, in fact, being real.

"oh my gosh, what are we going to do," frankie said as summer smirked.

"we have three months off" she cheekily smiled

"are you saying what i think you're saying?" frankie said

"a new york summer?" summer said excitedly as they both jumped up, squealing.

___

frankie walked into her apartment with about twenty bags to find ryan, will, gabe, jacob, drew, and aram sitting around her living room. playing video games.

"what the hell," she said, eying the boys as ryan stood up and helped her with her bags.

"you said i could invite the guys," ryan said with a smile

"I know, but it never sounds like a lot till I see them," she said as they all waved at the girl.

"wait, is summer back, too?" gabe asked as frankie nodded. the boy quickly stood up and bid goodbye to his friends before walking across the hall to his situationship.

"we're gonna head out too," will said, standing up, eyeing the rest of the boys who didn't move.

"i'm comfy" drew whined

"forts," will say with a glare as he huffed and stood up along with jacob and aram. the boys gave frankie a hug and bid ryan a goodbye before walking out.

"how was your day" ryan said as he put his girlfriends bags down.

"amazing! you won't believe what happened," she smiled, thinking about eloise.

"what happened? what did you even buy?" he asked nosily as he looked in some of the bags.

"a whole bunch of cute outfits. I bought you some things, too," she said as she pulled out some items in the bag for him.

"this is sick" he said as he eyed them. frankie smiled as he tried it on for her, watching him. she smirked before pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him.

"you look so handsome," she said, kissing his neck as he squeezed her sides.

"you're in a good mood," he smiled, looking at his girlfriend. he had been really worried about the mood his girlfriend had been in these last few weeks. she was either always mad or sad nowadays, and it made him happy to see her so happy.

"yup. I got a job today," she told him as ryan eyed her warily. don't get him wrong, he loved her but she was lazy. he thought hell would freeze over before she ever got a job, a job in new york as that.

"a job?" he said confused

"yeah, it's for the summer but if I like it I might end up doing it forever-"

"what kind of job is it?" he asked warily, seeing as she was tiptoeing around the fact of what the actual job was.

"modeling," she said as she squealed.

"you want to be a model?" he asked confused.

"well, I don't know yet. summer and I got scouted today and we want to give it a try. but if I like it I'm going to keep doing it" she explained

"what about college?" he asked. he was excited for her, really, but he was afraid she was being irrational. a thing he learned about his girlfriend is that she did things without putting much thought into them.

"well, I haven't thought that far, but I'll drop out if it comes to it," she said as ryan raised his eyebrows.

"why are you looking at me like that" she asked with a frown. she was honestly getting annoyed with how ryan was taking this. she was so excited and his reaction was honestly ruining her own.

"this is a big decision, frankie. I don't think you're thinking it all the way through-"

"i am thinking it through. that's why i'm only trying it-"

"you just said you're gonna drop out"

"I said if it came to it," she said, getting off his lap. she didn't like the way he was acting.

"i just think you're not thinking it through-"

"stop saying that! i'm not some naive little girl!" she said, getting frustrated and raising her voice.

"don't yell at me," he said in a serious tone that irked the girl to her core.

"I'll yell if I want." the stubborn girl stood her ground.

"i just want you to think about what you're doing-"

"I'm not some dumb kid, ryan!" she said taking the bags off her bed.

"well, you're acting like one," he said below his breath, but the youngest hughes had heard it, and it shattered her feelings. he knew one of her biggest insecurities, and he decided to gut her with it.

"get out," she said shaking her head with watery eyes

once ryan saw those sad eyes, he knew he screwed up.

"babe-"

"please just go. we'll talk tomorrow," she said, sniffling as he came to wrap his arms around her.

"I didn't mean that, I'm sorry," he said in her hair.

"i know. I just want to be alone, please," she said, pulling away.

ryan eyed the girl, his girl, wanting nothing more than to beg for forgiveness on his knees all night, but knew he screwed up and she needed her space. he nodded before kissing her cheek and walking out.

leaving frankie to sit, cry, and drown in her thoughts. more sure than ever that she was going to go through with this.

[miyatcha]

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART! ✩‧₊˚

it's cliche, yeah, but who doesn't love a good high-school romance? or...the various ways you fall in love with the cutest boys at school!

contains: yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, suguru geto, satoru gojo (all under 18!)

cw: very cliche tropes, like rom-com cliche that makes you wanna barf...kissing el oh el, cursing..if there's anymore lmk!

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK!!! please check her out her acc is so funny (I got permission to write based off of it!)

TAGLIST OPEN!! (ALL FICS) : @itzmeme

god, i wish i was like gojo… that man is…. effortlessly cool! - gojo satoru ⋆·˚ ༘ *

In an attempt to regain your pride in senior year, you set off to earn the pettiest person award, and shove it in your ex-situationship's face that you're way better off without him. With a plan in motion, one of the prettiest boys in school, and some determination, maybe things will turn out better than expected! [fake girlfriend!reader]

"you caught feelings, or what?" - COMING SOON

I didn’t realize so many people knew me- maybe i’m just… too oblivious! - yuuji itadori  ⋆·˚ ༘ *

when neighbor and resident prince charming yuuji itadori gives you a ride home, word spreads like wildfire that you’re his new girlfriend…but the more time you spend with the football captain makes you think that.. maybe this isn’t so bad? [neighbor!reader]

“need a ride?” - COMING SOON

you’re that guy from ap chem, right? guess i’m…  keeping an ion you! - megumi fushiguro ⋆·˚ ༘ *

after all of the confessions and attempts fushiguro’s gotten from girls (some even being your friends) you’d expect him to be a lot more popular- plus, his best friend is football captain. but- as he explains it, there’s good reason for why megumi doesn’t stick in the limelight, and maybe, he’ll teach you a thing or two. [popular girl!reader]

"maybe we’ll finally be alone."- COMING SOON

don’t you know, geto? you’re like- everyone’s… role model. - suguru geto ⋆·˚ ༘ *

if you want to maintain your high academic standing, you’re going to have to bump that flat 87.7% B to an A in 2 weeks. Lucky for you, there’s a perfect solution! And while you thought it came in the form of extra credit, it’s actually Suguru Geto, every teacher’s favorite, and your biggest rival. [academic rivals!reader]

"meet me in the library." - COMING SOON

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content warning; MDNI, morally grey characters, toxic relation/situationships, domestic abuse, violence, substance use/abuse, mentions of weight/toxic beauty standards, dubcon, a lot of smut (spitting, spanking, bondage, choking, rough sex, etc. appears), age gap (legal), mentions of sensitive topics, not made for glorification of toxic relationships.

chapter wc: 11k+

"I haven't had time, so I would appreciate it if we could at least go at it once." This time she asked with her nicest voice. Y/n tilted her head as she looked at the mess she created in Jennie's sweats–she would lie if she said that she wasn't wet and her clit wasn't throbbing. It was especially hot after seeing Jennie be the mess she was while also being back to calling her these names and manhandling her. 

[Three days ago]

It was nothing new to bring someone back to the hotel room when the parties were over for Jennie. She hadn't been doing it as often anymore since she had someone back in the city who satisfied her needs. It seemed difficult to get satisfied by someone else, or worse.

The woman under her was completely naked as Jennie continued to kiss her with only her boxers left to restrain her cock. She pressed against her heat, her hands roaming her body, lips not leaving her skin as nails gently dragged along her back. Jennie was doing everything, all the things she always did and knew she was good at. All the things that always got her dick hard. The billionaire wasn't only good at making money, no, she was also great at pleasuring after growing addicted to sex because it was better than drugs and alcohol, but better when those two were involved.

"Just fuck me already," Jennie looked up at the complaint as she had been kissing and groping at her chest and all her other parts. To the eye the woman was good looking, she was sexy and beautiful because Jennie didn't just settle for anyone. Men and women would drool over the model or even pay to have her in bed–Jennie knew because she had paid models to sleep with her. Most of them took it because they needed the money and who wouldn't take thousands upon thousands if not millions in exchange for sex? Jennie liked to have something to brag about such as fucking an unobtainable model. Money didn't get her as excited anymore now that she was drowning in it. 

She collected women.

Jennie licked her lips and was about to grab hold of the model's hand but she was faster when she cupped her.

There was one problem—

"You're not even hard."

None of these women were the vixen back home.

Where Jennie had never felt hesitation, guilt, or stress, she hand found herself drowning in it. What came naturally felt like a task now when it wasn't that one body that was so familiar to her. 

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" The model exclaimed, clearly offended and Jennie yanked her hand away from her cock that had barely grown hard. Her jaw clenched as she took in breaths to not let embarrassment wash over her or the anger. She wasn't sure who she was angry at anymore. The model, herself, or Y/n...Or maybe even Asher who was keeping Jennie from being able to see the girl whenever she wanted to. Jennie didn't like having to wait for turns, but she did, God, she did and she felt pathetic, but she took every chance she had to dick Y/n down once her man left her for a few hours or days. 

The feline tried to blame it on the drugs and alcohol.

"Shut the fuck up." She gritted out and reached for her shirt that was thrown on the corner of the bed before pulling it over her head. She took her pants and pulled them on too, not zipping them up as she would head to the shower once the woman left. It was truly humiliating for Jennie, it made her insecure and the model wouldn't consider that it did. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't grow an erection even if she wanted to. She tried her best by taking her time.

"You just wasted like an hour of my time for this. Why would you bring someone over if you can't even get it up." The woman argued as she started to gather her clothes. Jennie's nose twitched as she sat at the edge of the bed with her fists clenching in anger. It wasn't anything in her system, she hadn't gotten drunk and had barely taken any drugs aside from a few white lines like she always did. There was only one explanation and it had never happened to her before.

Jennie had been in relationships and she knew that she hadn't stayed faithful in them because her dick always sprung to life when she saw someone hot who would look her way. It made her forget love the second a girl got on her knees to suck her off. Her love only lasted for the night, it always had.

"Shut the fuck up you bimbo-looking slut! I fucking brought you over and that's more than you will ever fucking accomplish in your life." Jennie snapped and stood up, glaring at the woman who was slipping her dress back on.

"You can't even accomplish an erection which is pathetic enough–no one's gonna waste their time on you anymore." The model bellowed, and Jennie felt it wash over her. The anger consumed her from how the girl was disrespecting her and when she was about to pass she grabbed hold of her wrist and forced her to face her.

"You're not fucking telling anyone about this or I will fucking ruin your career in a second." She threatened the woman as she didn't need it to spread to everyone that she couldn't even get her dick semi-hard. It was going around that she was making women cum left and right, and that she knew exactly how to blow someone's back or use her tongue. It would ruin her reputation when it came to this. For the last few women she had slept with, Jennie had to fake her orgasms and throw the condoms away before they could check if she truly had finished because she grew soft before she was able to finish. It was draining her and the frustrations only grew more, she had reached her peak, and the anger was boiling out of the lid that would blow up.

"Let go of me or they will get to know about this too."

"I told you something and you say that you fucking understand unless you want your career dead!" Jennie's voice boomed through the suite as her grip tightened on the woman's wrist. That anger came without any control, the control she didn't have, but it controlled her life, she was a slave to her anger. 

It happened right away as she slapped Jennie because the grip was numbing on her wrist, but Jennie's excuse was that she was already angry. The woman had already angered her and was only pushing more of her buttons. It was all her fault and not Jennie's when she barely flinched from the slap and used her strength when her knuckles itched before colliding with the model's face. It was out of her control in the end and it would have never happened if people listened right away. 

Jennie maybe wasn't the biggest person, but she surely did work out and did practise boxing simply for her safety as it was recommended by her team. She could never know who would show up, but it also ended with other people hurt as the force was enough to make the younger woman drop to the floor. Jennie felt her heart pick up in rate like it always would in these situations where she seemingly had no control as the sobs filled the room. It never seemed to stop her though. It only fueled her because of the sense of power she got from it, those bad feelings got replaced with power, dominance, killing whatever challenge the woman tried to put up by even looking her in the eye when she was angry.

It was a curse, but it had been there so long that it felt like a reward.

"Get the fuck out before I break more than your nose and remember that no one would ever believe you over me unless you want legal trouble for defamation of character." She spat out, flailing her hand the slightest that she had used. In the end, Jennie had all the money and Jennie was known as someone with a pure and sweet soul that helped everything and everyone around her. From donations to charities to everything else in between. 

No one would believe the girl below her whose nose was bleeding as she looked up at her terrified. It wasn't the first time she got that look. The look let her know that she wasn't the prey and it made her feel safe in her skin, it washed away the embarrassment and humiliation because the woman was scared of her.

"Are you deaf? Get the fuck out, good for nothing whore!" She snarled and watched how the crying girl got up from the floor, grabbing the rest of her stuff to hurry out. Jennie huffed and turned back to the bed with her pants resting at her hips and reached for her phone. She could hear the door slam closed as she opened the phone and looked through her contacts, unsure of who to contact, and what to prioritise. She was frustrated and slumped down onto the bed, sitting at the edge, it was just another lonely night.

Her fingers stumbled upon the name that was stuck to her like glue because she was stupid enough to let it happen. Jennie bit her lower lip and opened the messages she had with the vixen as she knew that she didn't answer phone calls after all the calls she dialled only to not be answered. These were lengths Jennie had never gone to and it was annoying her yet she kept going as she texted the girl.

1:01 AM Are you busy???

She exhaled deeply, waiting for an answer as she just stared ahead of herself, drowning in empty thoughts because she didn't want to think about what happened. The empty thought came to thoughts of wanting to conclude her problems, but she shut every one of them down because she was too rich and powerful to have these problems. She didn't believe in these things so they could never become real problems. The buzz of her phone that was resting on her thigh got her out of it though and she picked it back up.

1:07 AM Studying With Lisa The fuck do you want?

1:08 AM Nudes would suffice, or at least some kind of pictures to jerk off to

In the end, Jennie still felt sexually frustrated, it made the anger go away most of the time and she wouldn't be able to sleep unless she would at least cum in her hand or in the shower.  Or maybe both depending on how many pictures she gets–

1:11 AM Have you heard of pornhub, onlyfans or even paying someone to come and suck you off?

1:11 AM Not the same, it's late and I am too busy

1:12 AM You can scroll up then

1:13 AM I want new ones, in red or black lingerie

1:15 AM The fuck do I look like to you? Not a wishing well I hope you slot machine-built bitch

1:15 AM Usually you remind me of a cumslut the way you get covered in it. The fuck do you mean by slot machine?

Jennie groaned as Y/n was working on her nerves and all she wanted was to wank her prick and then go to sleep. She could use her imagination or replay what they had done, but it wouldn't work when her mind was preoccupied with anger and then sex.

1:20 AM You shit money and spurt cum like a slot machine It's all you are good for, pathetic loser :PhotoAttachment1 :PhotoAttachment2 :VideoAttachment3 Here, this is all you get for being so demanding Go kill yourself after instead of texting me again<33

She truly had no clue why she was putting up with the attitude of the mean girl. With most women, she would show them their place and not have them disrespect her or she would kick them to the curb. Maybe it was because she couldn't afford to throw away someone who worked like Viagra on her dick. Or maybe because Y/n didn't seem tameable after the few times Jennie snapped only for the girl to snap right back. It was a challenge and Jennie always won them, this one has been taking longer to win though.

Jennie opened the pictures of the girl in lacy lingerie and she knew that it was just because she had asked for specific ones that Y/n sent her in white and navy blue. It didn't matter as she looked at them while she pushed herself up the bed and leaned back against the headboard. She pulled her pants lower together with her boxers. Her hand blindly reached to the side where the bottle of lube was standing just for these moments. She licked her lips, opening the video of the girl feeling herself with music playing in the background in nothing but white lingerie, her body slim, perfect small tits, long legs, tiny waist, and a body so perfect Jennie couldn't get enough as her hand was already stroking around her growing cock.

Her mind forgot about what happened as it never really mattered since she was invincible to these things damaging her. Instead thinking about how Y/n would work her hands on her thick length and let her release on her face and chest. Her mind was occupied with the girl, never did she think about a specific woman during her days, but now it was happening more often and it was always the same face.

[Present]

Jennie's cock was hard and leaking with salty precum once again, unable to keep it down when she was with Y/n. The younger girl was right beneath her with her clothes on the floor as Jennie continued to kiss her. The cock rested heavily on Y/n's thigh while Jennie's fingers ran through her folds, coating them in stickiness as her thumb found the swollen clit where she had gathered the wetness. Y/n hummed into Jennie's mouth when she reached two fingers down before she with ease slid them inside to get the girl ready for the cock as the stretch got painful at times from how tight she was.

"Fuck," Y/n breathed out as she pulled away from Jennie's lips, the woman slowly doing scissoring motions while rubbing at her g-spot, her thumb still working her clit.

"Tell me how good it feels when I touch you."

"So fucking good, Jennie–" She whined as her hips bucked into Jennie, a moan getting caught in her throat. She pressed harder on her clit, rubbing in just the right motion while stretching the girl with her fingers that continued to spread the tight and squelching hole. Her hips slightly bucked, rubbing herself against the smooth thigh, having a hard time holding back. She kissed down, Y/n tilting her head as she nipped at her skin, knowing that the girl would kill her naked in bed if she left a hickey. Last time she got thrown out with barely any clothes on for trying.

"Who else can make you feel this good? Who else can make you such a desperate whore, Y/n?" The girl under her whined, back arching off the bed as she wrapped her arms tighter around Jennie's back for some grip. It was quite the opposite as the younger girl would leave Jennie with bite and scratch marks that were bleeding at times. Their chests pressed together, and Jennie could feel the cold barbells pressing against her from the pierced nipples.

"No one, God— no one, I'm only a whore for you." Jennie hummed at the stinging of nails pushing into her shoulder blades as Y/n's thighs quivered and her breathing picked up. It was a sort of control that Jennie loved, she loved having this control over Y/n because she depended on her to get a good release. 

She depended on her because no one had been able to fuck her right, not even the boyfriend who wasn't even hovering near her mind. All she could think about was the way Jennie pumped her fingers inside her, the way she rubbed at her walls, slowly stretching her to make sure her thick member would fit. Her thumb played with her clit and it was making her whole body tingle as she was nearing her orgasm. Her walls continued to clench as she whimpered and moaned for more. She had fallen for the wrong kind of thing, she had fallen for pleasure and it was all she wanted, it was all that mattered.

"You're so good, knowing what you are for me...A whore for me to empty into." At least she wished the girl would let her fill her hole with cum until it was leaking. To fuck it all right into her womb and leave her crying for more like she had done times before. Y/n let out another moan, her voice going up in pitch and making Jennie's dick twitch at the erotic sound. Her walls clasped around Jennie's two fingers and the heat washed over her body, her breathing coming to a stop for a few seconds as nails dug further into the skin from how she tensed up.

She looked at her, her head thrown back with her chest pressing against Jennie's. Her lips started to trail kisses along her jaw as she continued to work on her clit. "This is what you need, someone to fuck you right," Jennie grumbled, knowing that the guy wasn't able to satisfy Y/n the same way she did. She was the one who made her legs quiver, her back arch, and moans spill if not cries. 

Y/n knew it too and she was risking losing both because of where she was stuck yet she continued to grasp at Jennie with her thighs quivering around the woman. The orgasm hit her hard in waves of pleasure and her vision turned black. Her walls pulsating from the aftershocks caused by the high Jennie was able to take her to by simply touching her right. 

She slumped down, making Jennie slow down her movements as she continued to kiss along her jaw. Y/n lolled her head to the side and caught Jennie's wet lips with hers, tongues lethargically pressing against each other as her fingers now gently brushed over her shoulder blades and down to her back, feeling the muscles flex as Jennie moved. Her fingers pulled out of the snug and pulsating grip of her wet cunt and she rested both forearms on either side of the girl's head. Shuddering as her cock rested against the heat of the girl.

[Four months ago]

Jennie stopped the car outside the apartment complex and tapped her fingers against the wheel. The last time she had been outside of it was a week ago. It wasn't anything she usually did, but she felt like she needed to do some damage control. She felt like she had somewhat taken advantage when she decided to have sex with the girl who was on a high dose of Ecstasy. She didn't need Y/n to think the same and try to press any charges.

It wasn't like she hadn't had sex with anyone under the influence before, but in those instances, they had taken these drugs willingly–Jennie being under the same influence. The vixen got high on accident. Not only that but her number had been blocked by the younger girl. She just wanted to do damage control to see if it was because she had cheated or because of the circumstances the sex had been initiated under. If it was the second she would have to make sure the girl would be quiet by most likely bribing her, threatening if necessary. 

She got out of the car and was shooting in the dark as she had no clue what the girl's last name even was. All she knew was her first name. With the hood up and sunglasses on she walked through the parking lot and towards the door where she had seen Y/n come out of. She was a bit nervous, she couldn't tell how it would go–if she would even find the right door.

It seemed as if luck was on her side when an elderly woman was slowly pushing the door open. Jennie picked up her steps and quickly grabbed the door, pulling it open for her.

"Thank you." She smiled at her and before she could walk out and walk away the billionaire spoke up.

"Wait—uhm you wouldn't happen to know Y/n?"

"Y/n?" The elderly woman questioned as she turned to look at Jennie, holding onto her walker. She quickly nodded her head.

"I go to the same college as her and she only sent me her address, my phone battery is out and I can't ask what door is hers." Jennie reached for her phone and showed the screen that was just turned off, pretending to push the power button on the side. Her lips pursing in feigned despair.

"Third floor under the names Y/l/n and Thomson."

"Thank you, have a good day." Jennie thanked the woman and quickly walked in, letting the door fall closed. She heaved a sigh to see that there was no elevator in the four-story building. With that she started to make her way up the stairwell, her footsteps leaving echoes after them.

She went over what to say in her head, what excuses to use for what happened, and what to offer if the excuses weren't enough. A couple of thousand or a million wouldn't even make a change to her bank account as she earned the money right back in a few minutes. The loud sounds of her sneakers colliding with the stairs stalled as she reached the third floor and huffed, pulling down her hood and pushing her sunglasses up to the top of her head.

She slowly walked along the way, scanning the few doors until her eyes landed on the one with the two last names that were mentioned. It made her stop for a second–she hadn't thought far enough about what she would do if it were the boyfriend who opened. She had no clue what she had told him and the one time she had seen him: she couldn't deny that he was probably four times her size.

It couldn't get that bad though.

Jennie knocked on the door and put her hands in the pockets of her loose jeans as she waited for it to open.

It wasn't opening and she took out her phone to look at the time.

Sunday, 2 p.m.

She reached her hand out and knocked once more to make sure in case it was because she hadn't heard her.

And she did so for a third time.

Finally, she heard some type of noise from the other side and took a step back. Expectantly she waited and the door finally opened to reveal the girl she had slept with last week. It felt almost odd to come face to face with someone she hooked up with. She never really did unless it was some sort of fling she would call over more than once. There was no need to stick to one girl when she could have a new one every day.

It followed with a groan and she scanned the girl whose hair was dripping with water and a towel wrapped around her chest, leaving her overly exposed. Jennie swallowed and with the hand that was still in her pocket adjusted her dick that twitched.

"What the fuck?"

The question flew out of Y/n's mouth, utterly confused about what the older woman was doing outside her door.

Jennie cleared her throat and looked up from the long legs where water was still dripping down. She would pay to lick them up and then continue up–

"I wanted to talk."

"About what?" Y/n's tone was somewhat harsh and it was so for a good reason. The woman whom she had blocked and hoped she would never see again was right in front of her. It didn't feel right. She had spent the past week crying and sleeping on the couch or at Lisa's place all while constantly fighting with her boyfriend because she had no clue what to do with what happened. There was no finish after the start because how did she finish a race like this when she had no clue what the finish line looked like?

"About what happened."

Y/n grumbled and stepped aside as maybe the finish would be talking it through with Jennie. Or maybe she just had to come clean to her boyfriend. Or maybe she was supposed to keep quiet about it for the rest of her life. In the end, it wasn't like her to cheat. She was guilty of harmless flirting with other people, but it was usually for the benefit of a broke college student who got free drinks because she was pretty. She never let anything go further.

Jennie nodded as she stepped inside, using the opportunity to adjust herself a bit better as Y/n's back was turned to her–the lock clicking.

"You have a cat." She pointed out the obvious, for a moment forgetting what she came for as the Russian blue scurried over to them.

"That's Vinci, he's a fucking menace so don't touch him–he only doesn't hate me." Y/n warned as she turned around to see Jennie already crouching down. She stepped around the woman, letting her deal with it as she had already warned her about what the cat was.

"You're being dramatic, look he's coming over to me," Jennie said as the cat rubbed himself on some furniture before heading right over to Jennie. Y/n shrugged and walked into the open living room, she leaned against the backrest of the couch and looked at the woman. It didn't feel right to let her inside the apartment, the home that was hers and Asher's, but she had already invited her to a different place after Jennie invited her to sin. It somewhat irked her that she was so bothered by it. She knew she deserved it, but to see Jennie not mind it at all made her realise that it was her mistake and her mistake only. She couldn't blame Jennie for cheating on her boyfriend.

"I warned you, he's not nice at all."

Jennie reached her hand out and yelped when the cat jumped onto it, biting it with claws digging into her hand, Vinci's back paws kicking at it. The cat tousled with her hand. "Fucking hell!" She exclaimed and pulled him away with her other hand before quickly standing up. It didn't seem to end as he started to attack the sleeves of her pants.

"Get him away." She called for help as she tried to gently push him away to not hurt the cat, but it didn't seem possible, the claws digging into the material of her jeans. Y/n heaved a sigh and pushed herself up as Jennie got backed up into the wall by the cat that was biting on her feet as she tried to get away.

"Come here, my baby." Y/n cooed at the devil of a cat that had left Jennie's hand with scratches, bite marks and some blood streaks. Her feet were in the same condition as her hand. She watched as the girl picked him up, kind of worried that he would do the same to her and leave her exposed clavicles a bloody mess, but all he did was purr and cling to her.

Y/n looked over at Jennie who inspected her hand.

"Told you so." She said. She had told her that the cat wasn't fond of anyone aside from her. Jennie huffed and followed after Y/n who walked back into the living area and let the cat down that ran right to his cat tree, climbing to the top before laying down and staring right at Jennie.

"He has your personality." The brunette commented. He was just as mean as Y/n and the girl was the first one to be a bitch towards her without a care about who Jennie was. She made herself comfortable as she sat down on the couch, the vixen sitting on the other end of it.

"You don't even know me cuckold." Y/n hissed and fixed her towel to make sure that it was secure, feeling the intense gaze of Jennie. Over the years she had grown used to the gazes that could at times make her skin crawl, especially if she was out. The woman's wasn't subtle and Jennie continued to come off as an asshole with the way she stared.

"Know you enough to see that you're quite the bitch and the last thing I am is a cuckold."

"Fine, an unwanted cum stain," Y/n said and clicked her tongue as Jennie was certainly unwanted here and yet she was there. 

Jennie rarely had anyone talking to her that way unless they were her closest friends, but even those were few. Her eyes narrowed, unsure of how to take it from the girl who didn't seem to care for a second about who she was. She leaned back on the couch and rested her arm on the backrest.

"Is that so?" Was all she could say as she was quite speechless after being called an unwanted cum stain for the first time in her life. 

"Yeah, I blocked your number for a reason." Y/n's eyes averted away from Jennie and she looked at the blank screen of the TV. 

That was the exact reason as to why Jennie had come. If the girl hadn't blocked her she would've just asked her through texts and possibly see if she was up for more if the waters were safe. Now it was different as she was at her apartment on a Sunday.

"Which is?"

"Because I don't want to see you again."

Y/n pressed the idea as Jennie was asking a lot of why questions and she didn't need a better reason than simply not wanting to see her.

"Why is that?"

"Cause, there's no good reason to see you again."

The only reason seemed to be if she wanted to cheat again which she wasn't supposed to want. That thrill, that good sex, the thought of being horrible yet still enjoying herself during the moment, she wasn't supposed to want that. There was no good reason for Y/n to see Jennie when it came to Asher. She felt horrible, she felt even worse for enjoying it, and even worse for wanting to experience that adrenaline once again. It was as if she had taken a hit of heroin and grown addicted right away and now the only thing that would be able to suffice her boring life was Jennie with her dick.

It wasn't her fault that her boyfriend was at most decent in bed and even then was all gentle and loving. Scared to hurt her physically because he was so much bigger or say something that would hurt her. They clashed in bed. He was soft and uncomfortable with anything aside from praises and Y/n wanted to at times bang her head against the wall because of it. It was just the sex which didn't matter since she loved him for being the person that he was. Sex was just occasional for them as it wasn't a big part of their relationship. It gave her no right to cheat.

"Not even the sex?" Jennie asked with her eyebrows raised, removing the sunglasses from the top of her head.

"Not even the sex."

She felt somewhat challenged, her big ego about how good she was at pleasuring getting bruised. It made the foundation crack, and her ego extremely fragile because of how big and blown it was. The smallest poke made it blow up and blow away with the wind. That was why she never allowed anyone to try and step on her, or somehow bruise it by putting herself on top right away. Right now she was fighting with Y/n about that spot despite the girl not knowing it, at least she thought she didn't know.

"So it wasn't good?" Jennie continued to ask as she wasn't believing the girl and she also refused to be the only one to think that sex with the girl was quite amazing. She had to think the same.

"Not good enough for me to even remember it." Y/n lied as she could remember every single part of it and the only thing she couldn't remember was anything else from that night.

"You have to remember something. You were high but I hope that wasn't a problem since I asked for your consent."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to accuse you of anything. I was high, but well aware of what was happening even if I was more prone to letting it happen...You should consider not fucking girls high on E 'cause not everyone would let it slide after because of the headspace you get into."

"That was why I came." Jennie knew that it wasn't right to have sex with the girl if she wasn't in the right state of mind. It wasn't the case since it hadn't made her dissociative just like Y/n said that she had been aware. Although ecstasy had made her more clingy and somewhat unaware of how far things were being taken until they had happened since standards lowered and everyone was a friend when ecstasy coursed in the veins. She was worried she would have regretted it differently after and then accused Jennie of things.

"Well, you have your answer," Y/n concluded and was about to stand up, but was stopped.

"Okay, but why did you block me if that wasn't the problem?" That still bothered Jennie because she felt imbecilic for trying to text the girl only to be blocked. It made no sense for her to be blocked in the first place when she usually had to block girls because they thought the sex meant something. Everyone wanted it to mean something because she had money.

"What does it matter to you?"

"Didn't think it would be a one-time thing, especially if we both were drunk and high...Doesn't count in my opinion." Jennie used it as an excuse for her bruised ego. All she wanted to do was have sex one more time and prove how good she was, but then block the girl to bruise hers right back.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at the words and watched as Jennie shifted, her gaze catching her eyes. She blinked, trying to process what she meant by that.

"What?"

Jennie shrugged at that. "I want to have sex with you at least once more...I could pay you if that means that you agree." She casually explained that she wanted to at least have sex once more with the vixen and this time properly to make sure that she would remember it and want more.

The girl on the other side looked more offended than pleased by the offer.

"Okay, first of all, I would never have sex with anyone for money and second, no." Y/n ridiculed the whole thing as bizarre as she couldn't phantom where the older woman had so much confidence to ask something like this. It didn't matter how good-looking someone was, it was a far reach, but maybe girls agreed to her if they were desperate enough. Y/n knew that she wasn't.

"Why not? It's just sex, it's not like I am some musty creep."

"Because I have a boyfriend, it's cheating," Y/n answered as it was cheating, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't do it. She refrained from leaping to the world of selfishness which was lust and desire. It wasn't right at all and she tried her best to not look for valid reasons to go through with it. The internal battle was constant when she knew what she should choose right away. She was supposed to leave Sin City- she wasn't supposed to enter to begin with.

"Doesn't count if he won't find out. Where is he?" Jennie glanced around the empty apartment, finding no reason for the girl to hold back if her man wasn't home and wouldn't find out. It was only cheating if she got caught in her opinion. It was like playing a board game, she only got called out for it if the rest saw, found out, or suspected that she was cheating. The coast was clear and the game could continue without any problems.

"Practice," Y/n mumbled and widened her eyes at the sound of a zipper flying open.

"What're you doing, keep it in your pants, Jennie." She exclaimed as the woman was about to reach into her pants because she thought that it was the green light when the girl answered. She heaved a sigh and rested her fingers under the hem of her boxer briefs, the pants unzipped and her dick slowly growing harder.

"Is it because you don't want to cheat or what?" She asked. Jennie had a past of cheating, but it had never bothered her like it did Y/n so she couldn't grasp it.

Y/n inhaled deeply, her gaze falling on the cat that was now asleep, the apartment silent.

"It's because of the opposite when it shouldn't be." She couldn't help but want it, but she knew that it wasn't right so she couldn't grasp what was wrong with her head. She loved her boyfriend and that meant that she shouldn't even think of it, but she truly didn't love him any less just because she wanted some good sex. It was just sex, it wasn't even what defined their relationship since sex was the last thing on their list. It wasn't like she would stop loving him or he her—as long as he didn't find out–Jennie was nothing but some good dick.

Y/n felt horrible, all those reasonings weren't right, and there was no good enough reason to cheat. She was aware of that. Nothing was ever good enough to go this far. Nothing was excusable. She felt ashamed for enjoying it–

Yet she found herself bent over the couch with Jennie giving her such backshots that her eyes were rolling back when she came and cheating wasn't even a real word or concept. "Oh fuck." Jennie groaned out, pulling out of the girl and jerking herself off before blowing her hot load right on the perfectly slim ridges of her spine.

It didn't count as long as he didn't find out.

[Present]

"You're on birth control, we don't need them," Jennie complained as the younger girl opened the bedside drawer and reached for the condoms she had in there. It was becoming quite an expense because of how they went at it for hours when they could. She didn't use them with her boyfriend but did at times so there would be no questions about why there were condoms at home. Her hands ran over Y/n's body which was straddling her thighs as she sat leaned against the headboard.

"We do." The answer was simple as she deadpanned it.

"What for?" Jennie asked as she cupped her one breast, her fingers tugging at the hard nipple and toying around with the piercing. She leaned in and left a few kisses along the other breast before sucking in the bud into her mouth. She toyed with the nipple, playing with the piercing and grazing her teeth along it as it scraped over her teeth. Sighs left Y/n's mouth as she gripped onto Jennie's head.

"Not just for pregnancy." She breathed out and Jennie pulled away, another frown graced her eyebrows and Y/n handed her the wrapper, but she didn't take it.

"Do you think I carry some kind of STD?" She seriously asked and Y/n shrugged her shoulders at that, not up for humouring Jennie who always acted like she was dead in the brain in Y/n's opinion. At least she knew how to use her other head.

"Didn't say you do, but you never know what might happen. I only have one partner and see you on the side while I have no clue who you sleep with. If I were to catch something, what would I say?" The words left her with ease, cheating being a normal topic and she knew what she was at the back of her head. Y/n tried to ignore it most of the time because she didn't want to face the horrible person that she was.

"I use protection with every girl I meet." She had started to at least as she was done with shoving plan B's down girl's throats. Then she had no other choice since they would be able to tell that she had been faking her orgasms since she grew soft inside if she even got it up which hadn't been possible last time. It was mostly possible when she was wasted drunk, that was when she could get it up and hope for it to stay up. 

"Oh wow, would you look at that, how great that I have stacked up on condoms then," the sarcasm irked Jennie as Y/n opened the packet herself and took out the rubber.

"You don't use them when you suck me off–" Jennie pointed out and her breath shuddered at how Y/n gently started to pull the condom over her dick that was standing proudly (seemingly just for her) like usual. It clicked in her head that it was something more than just protection from pregnancy and STDs because then she would make sure to have a condom on when she would go down on her. "What is it then?" She asked and grabbed hold of Y/n's wrist and hip, stopping the girl from being able to get on top of her. Her grip was tight to make sure she would stay.

"What does it matter to you? You're here to fuck so stop being a freak." Y/n defensively let out as Jennie had gotten oddly close to her and she didn't like it. She didn't like the girl asking her all these questions or even talking to her too much. They were supposed to fuck and then part ways. It had taken an even more wrong turn than cheating somewhere along the way with how their relationship looked like.

She let go of her wrist and grabbed hold of her dick. "I will fuck you." She sneered as she guided her tip to the sopping hole. Y/n's breath hitched as a cry left her lips and not in pleasure when the girl forcefully pushed her down fully on her length. She grasped onto Jennie's shoulders, her heart speeding up at the pain that had shot up through her whole spine. "Jen–" Her words were cut short, getting caught in her throat as Jennie planted her feet down and started to pound into her. Her lip was between her teeth, her eyes trained on their heat, watching how her cock disappeared into the girl whose pussy was grasping her inside.

"Fuck, you fucking cunt." Y/n whined, the pain slowly subsided but it didn't change the fact that Jennie had been way harsher than she was ready for without letting her adjust to the stretch. Her walls were throbbing around the cock that stretched her out in a way that turned into pleasure. The way the curved shaft caressed her g-spot made her stomach tighten, feeling Jennie deep inside her as each thrust filled her to the brim and made her clench to get as much as possible.

"You don't want to take my cum? I will fuck you so good you will be begging for me to knock you up. Fucking whore, acting all superior, I will fuck you into place like the slut that you are." Jennie rambled on, grunting with each thrust as Y/n wrapped her arms around her shoulders, unable to keep up with how sudden it all was. It was safe to say that she was angry and to Y/n that meant being fucked silly. 

"I hate you so much."

"Yet you take my dick like you don't." Jennie groaned, the girl on top of her moaning right by her ear and she reached her hands down to her ass, gripping firmly. She was filling her to the hilt, with each downstroke she thrust up, Y/n's ass slapping against her thighs and her nails digging into the sides of her neck. The girl tried her best to meet the rough thrusts, her thighs tensing up and gasps fell from her lips. 

Jennie had no clue what it was, but she forgot her self-control around the girl. Not only because she was hot, but because she gave her every reason to not have any control over her anger when she liked to treat her like dirt under her shoes. However, Jennie did control it because the girl would most likely be crying from pain right now and not pleasure. She was just giving back the same type of attitude by fucking her like a whore.

Her cock hit the right spots, reaching deep inside her and managing to caress her g-spot the entire time she was pounding into her. Jennie's breaths grew heavy, Y/n's body warm in her hold as she watched the perfect curves of her slim figure. Her eyes fell on the chest, the tits that were perfect to fit in her hands bounced and Jennie leaned in. Her teeth nipped at the skin, sucking the hard nipples into her mouth to play with the piercings and tug on them, it made Y/n moan and gasp right into her ear. The pleasure increased and her clit throbbed while her stomach tensed up.

"Wanna come." Y/n moaned out, wanting nothing more than to orgasm once again.

Jennie pulled away from the chest that was glistening with her spit, the hard buds left red and slightly swollen from how she abused them with her mouth. "Only if I let you." The room filled with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other. Y/n's moans and gasps bounced off the walls just like Jennie's moans and grunts. She could feel the brunette's cock deep in her as her walls clenched with each of the harsh thrusts that made her breathless. Jennie reached her hand behind Y/n's head and gripped her hair, forcing her away and making her look at her as the girl was hiding in her neck.

"You need so much cock to satisfy you that you go behind your boyfriend's back." She reminded her, deciding to trample on the girl because she had been getting on her nerves since she entered the apartment. She groaned, Y/n's nails digging into the sides of her neck as she continued to roll her hips, bouncing up and down on her length yet Jennie had all the control as she continued to piston in and out of her. 

Despite how whiny she felt and needy for an orgasm, her eyes barely staying open, she was getting pissed off by Jennie's words. "Shut the fuck up, you're sounding obsessed again." Y/n too knew how to trample the girl whose cock was rearranging her insides into a mess. The vixen knew that she was cheating, but she didn't want to be reminded of it, she didn't want to think of it. She knew that she had no right because it was a choice, but she still felt ashamed and guilty every single day. It didn't seem to stop her because the second she saw Jennie it was the same all over again.

Jennie stopped, Y/n still moving her hips although not for long when Jennie grabbed hold of her waist. "Fuck–" Y/n winced at the painful grip that would leave bruises. She wanted to be pissed but she had no time when Jennie pushed her onto her back before then forcing her onto her stomach. The girl barely managed to put up a fight from how quickly Jennie handled her.

"You're hurting me, you perverted jagoff." She complained and tried to struggle at the grip that Jennie had on her wrists, pinning them down above her head as she lay pressed into the mattress.

Jennie looked down, pinning both hands with her one. She looked down at the girl whose thighs she was straddling, her cock resting against her ass cheek. Y/n's back arched and the struggling did nothing, but only turned Jennie on more to know that she had all the control. It was tempting to just remove the condom since Y/n wouldn't be able to do anything about it or even notice at first–she refrained because she didn't want to get thrown out. She slowly rubbed her hard-on against her plump ass– "Don't call me obsessed with a fucking wimp."

"Ahh!" Y/n buried her face in the duvet, completely trapped under Jennie whose palm landed right against her ass cheek. It stung, the pain prickling on the skin as she heaved to try and distract herself from the pain. Jennie surely knew how to slap. It was another try to wiggle out from under her to get spared, all she felt was Jennie's cock rubbing against her ass. 

"Stop acting it." She mumbled into the sheets, eyes closed as she panted through her mouth before biting down and whining, eyes shut tightly at how the woman's palm collided with her ass again. 

Jennie gripped the flesh, soothing over the hot skin as she kneaded the girl's ass in her hand. "You think I care about him? If I did, I wouldn't be fucking his girlfriend." Jennie gritted out, the anger bubbling in her chest as her grip tightened on Y/n's wrists who twisted the duvet between her fingers at how numbing it was. She gasped out a breath as the pain was still lingering and Jennie only landed another harsh slap against the same ass cheek and she choked on a cry this time, trying to squirm under the woman. Her back arched and her ass pressed into Jennie at how the pain made her twist before she relaxed when the worst part subsided and all that was left was the pulsating left after.

"Fuck– that's not it," Y/n said with heavy breaths as it wasn't that which she found Jennie looking obsessed over. The vixen snivelled as she blinked away her tears and moved her head, resting her cheek against the mattress as she looked at Jennie over her shoulder. The hand was now caressing the reddening spot. 

She hummed, urging Y/n to say it as she removed her hand from her ass and grabbed the base of her dick that was throbbing as she positioned herself straddling the girl's thighs and pushed her tip between her legs, finding the aching hole. She only pushed her tip in, the younger girl already whimpering as the position made her a much tighter fit. The walls sucked her tip into a chokehold of a grip, making Jennie suck air through her teeth at how good the warm and tight cunt felt.

"You're obsessed with his position, with the fact that he isn't the one on the side but you and that's what you will always be."

Jennie bit down on her tongue, running her palm along the ridges of the slim girl's spine as she lowered herself, propping herself up on her forearms, still holding her hands pinned down with hers. She didn't want the girl to have any control whatsoever, all she wanted for Y/n to be able and use was her mouth. They came face to face and stared each other in the eye, the lust was strong, and it was fueling the whole room. They knew what they were doing and what it meant, what it was supposed to mean at least. 

"Don't act like you don't want me." Her tone was husky and she caught the whimper that was about to leave Y/n's mouth when she pushed herself inside the girl in one fluid motion. Y/n pulled away rather quickly as the moans started to spill when Jennie moved back out before slamming her cock back inside the sweltering heat. Her pelvis collided with Y/n's ass with each deep thrust, keeping it up as she continued to pull out, leaving her tip in and slamming it all back in. The vixen's lighter body getting fucked into the mattress.

"I fucking own you in the bedroom, I own you even when you fuck him because you think about me when you do." Her tone was gruff as she spoke in a hushed tone right into Y/n's ear who shivered at the air that brushed her sensitive ears. She grunted, going rougher and Y/n's moans got louder, unable to keep the sounds back when Jennie was pounding her full length into her tight hole. She clenched around her hard dick even more, it was followed by a muffled whimper from Jennie whose body was almost fully pressed against Y/n's back, their legs tangled together.

Each heaving breath mixing into the sounds, the two lost in their sins as the place they were in was the only place that brought them away from everything else. There was no guilt, no shame, no hesitation, or stress, not in their city of sins because it was just them. The two were addicted to these feelings and each other in ways that were unhealthy. There were no questions asked or anyone to judge. It was what made it possible to get lost in pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/n, fuck, I'm gonna make you cum so hard baby, I will fuck you so good the whole night. You're gonna take me so good like you always do, my favourite slut." Jennie mumbled, her mind getting lost as she kissed the girl's shoulder before licking a long stripe and biting down to pull at the thin skin. Her dick throbbed inside the pulsating walls that were warm and welcoming even if it got painful at times. The girl's cunt clasped around her with each thrust, having her cock in a choke hold as each time made Jennie moan right into her ear.

"You make me feel so good." Y/n let out a choked moan, her hips pushing into Jennie as her body turned into a heat that coursed through every nerve and vein. A sheen of sweat covered their bodies that pressed against each other with their heat conjoined. "Who else fucks your slutty pussy this good, hmm? Who else can get you like this?" She rasped, biting along her shoulder and up to her ear that she pulled at with her lips before kissing. Her hips were ruthless as she kept up the rough thrust that made her pant for air.

"Just you, only you can fuck me this good–your dick is the only dick that can fill me up this good."

Jennie's breathing got deeper and heavier, her heart beating harder as her balls tightened, being close to releasing another load. "Your pussy is so good, my favourite, I just wanna empty my balls into you 'cause you take me so well. You deserve all of my cum, baby." Y/n's moans were falling breathless after Jennie's tip had been abusing her g-spot the whole time. Jennie let go of her wrists. Y/n grasped at the sheets and Jennie moved her hand down and grabbed her hip. She lifted them slightly before letting her hand run down between Y/n's thighs.

"Jennie– Oh, I'm gonna–"

"Show me how good you feel." Jennie urged, her fingers circling the girl's clit in a motion that made her whole body tense. 

She watched the girl whose mouth was agape, eyes barely open and all she could see were the whites when Y/n's body spasmed more into her. The orgasm washed over her hard, black and white filling her vision as high-pitched moans spilled through her plump and wet lips without a pause, making her run out of breath at the end. It made her whole body weak and dizzy, whining at how the fingers were still playing with her clit. 

"I'm so close, I'm gonna cum so much." Jennie groaned out through the deep breaths and Y/n managed to find her words.

"On me. Please, Jennie." She pleaded, wanting Jennie to paint her with her thick and hot cum. It made her hips stutter and her stomach flexed, edging herself because of the request. She didn't waste time as she grabbed the base of her length and pulled out, getting off her thighs.

"Get the fuck up, I'm not gonna hold it for you." She gritted out, helping Y/n with one hand while removing the condom with the other. Her tip was swollen, throbbing and begging for a release, her balls having plenty for the vixen. Y/n got turned onto her back and Jennie stood on her knees beside her, the girl expectantly looking up at her. Eyes falling to the thick cock, a long vein running on the underside, her tip bright red and mushroom-shaped and her balls big and heavy.

Jennie jerked at her dick, staring the girl down, getting more turned on by how submissive she was being, how she had all the control, how she was begging for her. The power that she held over someone like Y/n. She looked at her perky breast, nipples hard and the silver jewellery pierced through them. Her eyes drowned in the perfect body laid out for her, how hot and sexy the girl was until her eyes landed back on her face, those sharp siren-like eyes, dark brown locks, luscious lips, flawless skin, every little feature.

It made Jennie raise her hand to her mouth and bite down on her fist to muffle the whimpers when her balls tightened and the cum started to shoot out of her tip. Her back arched as she bucked her hips into her hand, doing her best to control where it was going, but it seemed impossible at how intense the orgasm was this time compared to when she came in her pants. Her whimpering and moaning muffled and Y/n felt the warm and creamy release splattering onto her skin.

She didn't want the girl mocking her for it once again because she knew how mean Y/n was.

She heaved, breaths shaky as she managed to open her eyes which closed at some point. She did one last stroke and this time the cum just leaked out of her tip, dripping down onto the sheets as her dick started to go limp.

"Fuck, you look hot." She breathed out and Y/n glanced down at her chest which was covered in the fluid and she felt some on her face.

"Give me my phone." Y/n requested, holding her hand out as she lay in the same position, not having the energy to move at the moment. Jennie slumped down and reached over to the nightstand, taking the girl's phone before handing it to her, not realising how she obeyed each request no matter the girl's tone.

"Will you take a picture and send it to me?" She asked with a hopeful tone as she knew that she would be able to get off to the picture every single day for at least a week before asking for a new one. Y/n scoffed at the request.

"No, are you dumb?" She asked and Jennie frowned.

"Why not, you've sent pictures before?"

"Cause I am naked." She had sent the girl pictures, but never any nudes and never showed her face in them aside from a glimpse of her lips. Jennie grumbled to herself, trying to get a mental picture of the masterpieces she created on the girl. Y/n still opened her camera to see where it all was.

"You fucking cunt, you came in my hair." She complained and Jennie groaned when she got kicked in the thigh. Y/n turned her phone off and threw it to the side before she sat up, facing Jennie. She looked over her, the woman almost lying down as she sat leaning against the headboard. A frown and her lips puckered at the treatment. Her dick rested against her thigh and it wouldn't be long until it would be all ready for Y/n to take again. "Don't make that face until you've had cum in your hair." Y/n hissed and sucked air through her teeth.

"Where're you going?" Jennie asked when Y/n got up from the bed.

"Shower."

"I'm coming too–Wait, have you–" Jennie paused and sat up at the edge of the bed, Y/n looked back at the woman who sighed.

"Are you hungry?" Y/n raised her eyebrows at that and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess, I haven't eaten today." She replied. She hadn't had time to eat as her fridge was empty and she didn't have money for takeout or the time to buy any groceries. It was always Asher who did these things since the girl got too busy, but things got in the way after they had another fight and he never managed to buy anything before needing to leave for the weekend. 

She did fight with him, but she fought even more with Jennie who was the side thing. It made little sense, but it stayed.

"Why not?" Jennie asked, wondering how the girl was even standing up as it was close to 8 p.m. and she had some pretty intense sex a second ago. Jennie's legs felt like jelly and she sat at the bed, watching Y/n's naked figure.

"Haven't had time and my fridge is empty and I am too broke to order," Y/n answered while opening the closet door and taking out new sweats and tee. She stopped for a second and remembered the pair of sweats Jennie had forgotten after having spare clothes with her. She reached for the pair of grey sweats she had stuffed behind the rest of her bottoms. "Why do you care so much?" She asked with a sigh and turned back around, closing the door after her.

"I feel like it is a normal thing to care about people." Y/n only hummed and threw the sweats to Jennie before she headed for the door to get to the bathroom. Jennie quickly got up to not get locked out of the bathroom for taking too long once again, taking her phone and shirt with her. "Can I order food then?" She questioned and she usually left right after, but that hadn't been the case with Y/n for the past months. Never did she spare the women a second glance, she viewed them as her sex toys she threw away after using once, but Y/n was a doll she wanted to last a bit longer so she treated her well. 

Whatever treating someone well was in Jennie's world.

"Do whatever you want."

"Well, I mean can I order food for us both?" She rephrased her question for the girl. Following Y/n who walked into the bathroom which was right beside the bedroom from the side where the front door was.

"How long do you plan on staying? Friends are coming tomorrow at around 4," Y/n asked instead.

"I could leave before that? Or do you not want me to stay the night?" She confusedly asked and stepped inside the bathroom that wasn't too big with just a simple glass shower in the corner, a sink with a mirror and the toilet. At this point, she had fucked the girl on probably every surface in the apartment. She closed the door before she tossed the clothes onto the towel rack and Y/n started the shower.

"I was supposed to be studying."

"You can do that."

"Without anyone trying to stuff their dick inside me like a horny teenager." Jennie pursed her lips at that and ran a hand through her slightly tousled hair. She stepped into the shower where Y/n already was, closing the glass door and getting under the steaming water that was pouring down on them. "What if I don't? Or you could study tomorrow or any other day." She tried since she wanted to stay as long as possible since there was no telling when she would get to be with Y/n again. She wanted to get as much sex as possible in case the same problem occurred with another girl again. It could take anything from a day to a week. Jennie's arm would get sore.

"Fine."

"Good, I already ordered the food." She mumbled as she was starving after the sex with the succubus of a girl. Y/n rolled her eyes and Jennie grabbed hold of her hips, turning her around so she would face her. She pulled her closer and captured her wet lips with her own, the girl humming as she parted her lips for Jennie. 

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frat!peter fics/blurbs

in order of newest to oldest

last updated: march 23rd

tags:

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☀️ stands for fluffy/wholesome content

💥 stands for angst content

💝 stands for reader favorites

⚡️ stands for boyfriend!peter

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SERIES

U.N.I. - what happens when an emotionally numb frat boy meets someone who isn't afraid to cause him trouble?

THE VIRGIN FILES - frat!peter takes on the task of deflowering... and being a boyfriend.

BLURBS

☀️⚡️❗️ peter is your boyfriend and you're ovulating... it's a problem

☀️ peter likes being called petey

☀️ even broken up, peter is just one call away

💥☀️ peter's on borrowed time

💥 you woke up mad at peter

☀️💝 you tell peter a man waxed you

⚡️💥 peter tells you he's spider-man as he's dying on your floor

⚡️☀️ you kept watching a show without peter

☀️ you broke an arm and peter was uninformed

☀️⚡️ peter wakes up to find you in his best friends bed (personal fav!)

☀️💝 you overhear someone talking about a previous hookup with peter

💝 ☀️ peter wants to know why you stopped biting him

💥☀️ peter's not as affectionate around his friends

❗️ peter has a mommy kink | where it started

☀️ peter's best friend has a girlfriend and you love to cause trouble

⚡️ peter's extra soft when you have your period

💥 you won't let peter read something you wrote | PT 2

☀️ someone else calls you trouble and peter's not okay with it

☀️ you accidently call peter by the wrong name

💥 peter finds a pregnancy test

☀️ you've had a terrible few days, peter's here to help

☀️ you're jealous and peter's yours

💥☀️ peter saves you when you're hit on

❗️peter forgets he's having sex with you

☀️ frat!peter saves you when you get your period

💝☀️ frat!peter leaves his friends because you want him

💥⚡️ frat!peter fucked it up with you and he needs you back

💝❗️modelling lingerie for frat!peter

💝☀️ frat!peter gets really choked up about you

💝frat!peter doesn’t have a condom and you don’t think you need one

💝💥⚡️ frat!peter is silent on his defense but it’s still there

💝❗️ frat!peter can’t get enough of you

EXTRAS

where the nickname 'trouble' comes from

texts situationship frat!peter would send you II part two II part three

DRABBLES AND CONCEPTS

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i DEFINITELY want more Frat Boy Sukuna!!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh man, you're twisting my arm so hard here nonnie, what ever will I do?

I guess I'm just going to have to post some headcanons and frame work I have for the up coming part 2 (Of which you can get on the tag list for it: here!) Oh! And if you want a refresher, you can find Seven Minuets in Heaven Here!

Now Presenting...

Some supplemental reading if you will ;)

Ok, lets start with just some basic information on our boy

Hes in the Alpha Beta Omega frat, or the ABO frat. The entire Frat is very quick to point out they’ve been around longer than ABO when you bring it up, minus Ryomen. 

He just tells you he’s an Alpha and asks if you’re trying to be his Omega. It normally gets whatever reaction he wants

He’s majoring in business against his will (Remember this: It will come up) with a minor in he’s really about: History

If taking over his fathers very lucrative business (Again: This will come back up later) fails, he wants to be a history teacher.

He often bonds with Nanami over hating their shared major and being annoyed with Gojo and Geto making out in the most inconvenient places.

He sells drugs on the side to supplement his income, but nothing harder than weed because “Weeds not even a drug when you think about it.”

Is known for being the biggest manslut in the manslut frat. But hey, at least he gets tested regularly. 

Ok, so now I want to start with a little bit of his background because it informs a lot about how I characterize him.

He’s Yuji’s older brother by about 4 years. Both of them look almost exactly like their father. The man really said Ctrl C, Ctrl V, Ctrl V. 

Their father left when they were 7 and 3 respectively. Yuji doesn’t remember, but Ryomen very clearly remembers how horrible their father was to their mother. To him, it was a relief when that asshole finally abandoned the family for good.

The family moved in with their Grandpa, who was one of the very old school “I will only tell my kids I love them on my death bed” types. He also died when the boys were only 13 and 9.

Meaning our boy never really had a good role model for how to perform masculinity, and now that he’s an adult he finds himself pretending to be the type of man media told him he was supposed to be. Somewhere between Tyler Durden and Joey Tribbiani. He doesn’t think he’s very good at this performance. 

The moment he turned 16, he started getting piercings to try and look less like his dad. The moment he turned 18 he got his tattoos to really separate himself from his father. Yuji thinks it’s insane, but Ryomen thinks it’s worth it to be able to look in the mirror without wanting to punch it.

His father reached out to him his senior year of high school. He offered to pay for 100% of Sukuna’s college tuition, as long as he majored in business and took over the “family” company once he graduated.

Yea, turns out dear old dads new wife couldn’t conceive, and his smoking had finally caught up with him in the form of lung cancer. Faced with an inevitable death, he was desperate for an heir. 

Ryomen may have despised his father with everything in his being, but he realized how stupid it would be to throw away not only a free education, but also a guaranteed career. So he agreed.

OKAY now that that’s outta the way, let’s get into how he is in a relationship 😈

You are his first real relationship. He’s had “relationships” that lasted officially about 2 weeks at the longest. He’s had a plethora of situationships where he’d make promises he had no intention to keep. But as far as actually, serious, relationships you’re number one. 

And genuinely this new emotion kinda scares the shit out of him. The first time he got love pangs he thought he was having a panic attack, the first time you brushed him off he felt like he shattered. this shit sucks yo, no wonder the Greeks thought it was a mental illness.

He has no idea how to properly love someone, he’s winging this shit: Doing everything entirely based on vibes

In his past “relationships” the moment conflict arose, he would leave. He doesn’t want to do that to you though, so head it is.

I’m not joking, the moment you have an issue he’s taking you to bed to try and distract you. And he’s always shocked when you still want to, ya know, communicate about issues you’re having after the fact. And he’s always even more shocked when you don’t just leave the moment conflict arises. 

Did I mention he has no real concept of how healthy relationships work?

He’s trying though. He’s trying harder to make this work than he’s trying to keep his grades up. 

Often catches himself flirting with other girls without even realizing it, it’s just second nature to him. He’ll always disengage the moment he realizes

Oh he’s jealous. Oh he’s so jealous. He sees you just talking to another guy and he’s spiraling in his head. He’s immediately getting involved and planting hickies on your neck right in front of whoever you’re talking to, because you’re his god damn it.

As such he loves to buy you jewelry. His dad’s got fuck you money, and he plans to spend it all on you. His current favorite thing to see you wear it a dainty, golden chain, with a ruby encrustedfrat b R hanging from it. It looked gorgeous on you, and marked you as undeniably his. 

Suguru has 1000% had to talk him out of getting a tattoo of your name, this man is down so unbelievably bad. He’s never really been in love before, and now that he’s feeling it he’s overwhelmed by it.

This man really thought he was above getting pussy drunk until he hooked up with you. Now he realizes he’s is Not. At. All immune to it, and is actually quite prone to it!

Ultimately, his goal is to marry you after graduation, even though his fraternity brothers are highly against it. Not because they don’t like you, quite the contrary, they love you! But they all know that marrying your first love probably isn’t the move, and that the two of you have a lot of problems to work through. They want him to at least wait a few years before popping the question.

Still, every once in awhile he catches himself looking at rings and day dreaming about the future.

[skz4ellie]

𝑺𝒌𝒛 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏

He'd be so so sweet

Mans actually wants to be with you but he's scared 😕

he's clingy!!

You could just be doing anything and he'd just hold onto you like you are giving him life (you are)

Basically treats you like you're his gf

Drops everything for you

oh, you're bored?🤨 he'll be over in five

you need to be picked up from the club? already on his way

want a coffee? he's at you're doorstep with you're fave coffe

I feel like if he can't come to you like he's stuck in the studio he will def ft you

like you guys will just sit on call while he works so he's kinda there

leaves one part of his headphones off so he can hear you if you need something

he'll ask you out after a while but will be so nervous

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘

Bold asf

He does not hold back!!! he's flirting with you 25/8 and will not stop😭

he takes you to meet his cats first thing

He needs his cats approval (they love you)

he cooks for you! he don't care he will stop dance practice if you're hungry and leave to cook for you

Makes mental notes of you're favorite snack and favorite meals so he knows what to make you

I feel like he'd always be touching you somehow

like if you're hanging out he'd like hold onto you're arm or put it around you're shoulder

HE WOULD SO GRAB YOU'RE WAIST TO MOVE YOU AHHHHH

he would teach you some of his groups dances fs

even though he's kinda closed off sometimes he always makes sure you know he cares

we all know his love language is acts of service so he'll do just about anything for you

I feel like he'd be faster at asking you out then chan but it will take him a bit

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏

sigh he's so cute😕

he'd be so shy but definitely get a bit bolder after a bit

I feel like you guys would be friends long before you're a situationship

I think he would do the yawn and put his arm behind you're shoulder thing because he thinks it's funny and also kinda cute

begs for you to go to the gym with him

he doesn't even care if you work out he just wants you there

he would prefer if you work out cause he cares for you're health but he won't make you

sends you work out pics!!!

I feel like how Lee know took you to meet his cats he'd take you to meet 3racha

I feel like he cares so much about Chan's opinion and approval of you

ofc ofc Hannie's matters too but he seeks it out from Chan cause Chan always looks out for him and knows best for him so if Chan thinks you're good, you're definitely good

lets be so real he always has some type is skinskip when you're around

even if it's something as small as just you're knees touching under the table he's good

asks you to be his girlfriend so fast because let's be honest he was in love with you before you even have a situationship with each other

𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

he just wants to be around you no matter what😞

he doesn't care if it's just silent just wants to be with you

he has so many pages(if not a whole sketch book) of sketches he's drawn of you

he wants you to model for every painting he does

it would fs let you sit in his lap and paint with him if you want too

he doesn't even care if you're a good painter he's just so happy you're doing his hobbieswith him

you guys definitely does those tiktoks where people will paint for like 5 minutes and then swap with the other person

if you're doing something and can't give him attention he just holds onto you

doesn't matter how or what position hell just hold onto you

he'd buy you matching jewelry like the ones him and Felix have

also you and Felix ast best friends and hyunjin loves it

he's in between Chang bin and leeknow like he'd ask you to be his girlfriend pretty quickly but not too quickly yk?

ngl so nervous to post this because this my first actual post on tumblr 😞

[eldritchcreatureofwords]

So, About the Original Look my Way

-and why it's a heel-face-turn villain redemption song. What the fuck, you ask? Oh, please, let me ramble. Drop everything you know about Our Stolas for a second. Blank slate. So, originally, Stolas was a villain. The entire reason that he became a protagonist was that Vivz and Bryce thought he and Blitz would make a cute couple, and he was re-voiced and re-worked into the Stolas we know and love. So take that into consideration listening to the original Just Look My Way, particularly with it's lyrics. "My little imp, why must you be so...difficult?" This is not a loving or affectionate statement. This is pure frustration and annoyance; not to mention the ownership and lack of personalization in the phrasing. It's a possessive diminutive. He also refers to Blitz as Blitzy at the end of this monologue, a nickname Blitz openly dislikes and expresses annoyance over (this song came out around Harvest Moon Festival/Truth seekers, so that would have been a Known Thing by the fandom at the time.) 'Come now, my little impish plaything, we've both made our choice.' This is someone trying to talk sense into someone else. You knew what you were getting into, you chose this, you chose me, stop being a pain in the ass and do/give me what I want. Stop being hard to understand and frustrating. Again with the diminutives, too- 'little', 'plaything'. 'My'. Possessive. He's frustrated, upset, and confused; trying to talk sense into 'his little imp' who is refusing to give him what he wants. 'I can give you what you need'- I can give you anything, everything, just let me. Then we get to the middle of the song. He's breathless, confused, and angry. Just say it, Blitzy, I deserve that at least, don't I? Entitled and demanding, even angry, though it's born of frustration and confusion. And it leads to the abrupt, jarring realization. The heel-face-turn. This unspoken contract

A deed we forged for mutual gain

If that's all this was when you're not here

What is this rooted pain? And here we go. He's not felt like this before, not for or with anyone- save maybe Octavia- and now there's a twisting in his chest, a knot in his stomach, a longing and an ache and nothing he does fixes it. Gets rid of it. He wants, he hurts, and that's new and confusing. 'Cause I'm terrified. He's feeling feelings. This is probably as scary for him as it is Blitz, because quite frankly he's also been taught that being anything other then a perfect model Goetia, controlled and cold and better then anyone and everyone around them, is not ok.

Unless it's me?... A real-time-realization that he's been a prick. That he's abandoned his daughter in favor of this situationship and his own pleasure. That he's treated Blitz like a toy and a favored pawn. That he's been missing a lot, so wrapped up is he in his own desires, thoughts, and wants. And no matter what in this world I can give

It's not enough to get through the walls you conjured up to live Is this how she'd feel?

Finally, finally, stepping outside his own head and connecting to the fact that he's been making other people- not just Blitz- feel like shit. The face-turn part. I have to do better. I have to be better. Abandoned all alone and left to fend For herself? For some semblance of happiness that doesn't have to end? He's still a sad, lonely figure, and he knows what it feels like to feel cold, alone, uncared for. And he's made Octavia feel that way. He's fucked up royally, no pun intended. I will try to make amends. And there it is. He has, in real time, realized that he's been a selfish prick and also that he's gone and fallen head-over-heels for this little imp he's in this little transactional fuck with, and he's got some 'splanin to do to both of them. I think this Stolas is 'canon/relevant' up to Truthseekers; at least to some degree. Obviously he hasn't been 'evil' or a villain since the pilot, but I do think some of this mentality is still with him until that point. In our, official Look My Way, he's already grown- he doesn't need to have a real time realization of anything because he's already realized it. The official Look My Way is a far more traditional I love you and I want to make my mistakes right song, because he's already realized he made mistakes and cares about Blitz. Anyway, I don't really know how to end this rant so, uh, that's it, I guess. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk?

[kaepop-trash]

In Rituals Johnny talks about the Tanzania shoot and now I’m really curious to know what happened during the trip.

And I have a question: before Jaehyun came back, for how long was the situationship between Johnny and S/N happening?

Ps: I love how you write your stories and especially the fact that you expande that universe based on the questions we ask you 💜 thank you

Uncharted

I'd say give or take they've been in their situationship for a year? I see it as them becoming friends two years before the present (when Jaehyun comes back and our story starts), and then getting together a year into their friendship.

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Warnings: Explicit sexual content, penetration, dirty talk, hints at somnoplilia (they just dirty talk about it)

WC: 3.6k

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"Why are you looking at me like that?" Johnny questioned as he sat down with their order, unable to understand why she was so shocked.

"You're asking me to come to Africa with you." She reminded him, "What?" She felt the absurdity of the statement as she said it out loud.

Johnny leaned back, an unassuming smile gracing his features. "Don't want to come?" He questioned, already knowing the answer. He reached for his iced tea, sipping on it with a smug grin.

"Of course I want to come." She sat up, looking and sounding as serious as a heart attack.

"Then what's the problem? My assistant can't come because she's sick so there's an empty seat on the plane for the taking."

"So do I have to be your assistant?" She asked, still dead serious as she reached for her carrot juice.

"I'll be my own assistant. You just enjoy the trip." Johnny rolled his eyes, grimacing when she took a sip of her thick drink. "Why are you drinking that?" He pointed his disgusted gaze at her glass.

"It's good." She shrugged, ignoring his incessant need to have an opinion.

"This is like the carrot cake thing again." He frowned.

"Carrot cakes are excellent. You're just a child who thinks vegetables don't belong in a cake." She rolled her eyes.

"They don't."

"Says the guy who unironically ordered zoodles at a restaurant once." She grumbled. 

Johnny grinned, not having a retort or choosing to let her have the last word. He was also well aware of her need to run her mouth when she was nervous about something. She wondered if he was giving her a free pass out of pity.

She took a pause, teeth grinding at her bottom lip as she considered the matter at hand. "What will you tell your colleagues?" She questioned, smacking her lips together as a sign of discomfort.

Johnny knit his brows, looking as confused as he sounded. "About what?" He questioned.

"Me." She raised her brows, giving him a look that she hoped would voice her meaning.

Johnny paused, thinking about this like he hadn't considered that until this very moment. 

"Does it matter?" He spoke after whatever crossed his mind. "They don't care. It'll be like it always is. You're coming on the trip because I wanted you to." He shrugged, unperturbed by the notion. It made her wonder if she was being over-cautious.

"I mean. You know, I was just wondering what people would think." She paused, giving her words a thorough consideration before speaking, "What you will say." She encouraged sheepishly, keeping a keen eye on him.

"I'll tell them the truth. We're friends." He answered with sincerity.

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The truth was unfortunately, never quite as straightforward as Johnny wished it to be. And it became evident even before they reached their destination. As a consequence of an overdue meeting with the stylist and editor in chief, (Y/N) had to sit behind Johnny in the plane instead of beside him. The model she sat beside was pleasant but nosy, asking questions (Y/N) didn't have straight answers to. The truth, then, became a matter of what could be avoided so as to not lie outright.

The remainder of the 18 hours of the flight were an attempt to watch the available in-flight entertainment while she tried to keep her answers to the occasional questions from the girl crisp.

The time became easier to pass when the lights dimmed and everybody slept— including the girl beside her. (Y/N)'s own sleep eluded her thanks to the uncertainty she felt about what was to come. After watching two movies, eventually her eyes began to get heavier.

(Y/N) didn’t realise she had fallen asleep till a tap on her shoulder jolted her awake.

“Sorry!” Johnny hissed, bending down to meet her line of sight. Johnny's eyes travelled over her uncomfortably huddled form, "What's up?" He moistened his lips.

"Just taking a swim in the world's deepest pool." She yawned, stretching as an excuse to slither away from his scrutiny. "What about you?" She yawned the second time, eyes watering up from its intensity.

"Thinking about your lips around my cock." He gave her a benign shrug, only losing to an emerging grin at her wide eyes. Mid-yawn, (Y/N) gasped at his words, choking up a cough soon after. Johnny smirked like this was exactly what he was expecting.

"What is wrong with you?" She questioned, brows furrowing as she risked a stray look at the unconscious girl in the seat beside her.

"You know what, I realised, we haven't done yet?" Johnny questioned, shuffling a little closer to her.

She narrowed her eyes in thought, "Therapy." She hummed, brows shooting up when Johnny fell into an almost loud laugh. Before he could finish his thought, his editor-in-chief, Oh Sehun, stood up in the seat in front of them. Johnny sighed.

“There you are. I was wondering where you are.” He called out when he saw Johnny crouching right behind. “ I have an idea I wanted to bounce off you.” The man noticed (Y/N) after speaking, giving her a nice smile. 

“Wow, he’s so hot.” (Y/N) whispered, unable to hold the thought down. Johnny gave her an amused smile, returning to his seat.

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When they landed, (Y/N) got a welcome respite. Getting a word in with Johnny. Even his boss engaged her in polite conversation. 

Oh Sehun was nice enough, inquiring about her boring job and trying his best attempt at interest. Yet, the entire time she spoke to the man, her attention was stuck on Johnny's eyes, burning holes in her. He stood beside Sehun, arms crossed as he watched her.

(Y/N) couldn't understand what was happening. His gaze remained on her, reckless and unflinching. She could not ignore it because she wasn't used to it in the presence of others. Johnny was attentive; it was true. But he was currently imposing in a way that made it difficult to keep up with the words Sehun was speaking. 

"Wow, I didn't know that." Johnny spoke in response to some unimportant incident she shared with Sehun.

(Y/N) turned to him, needing to avert her gaze almost instantly. After feeling it on her for so long, locking eyes with him felt like both a respite and a hindrance. It made her surprisingly shy despite how used to his unabashed attention she had started to get. It still felt foreign when there was no privacy. She had to look away before his eyes burned her through.

"Do you like Elephants (Y/N)?" Sehun asked with keen interest. In any setting other than where they were, it would have been strange to ask. Which is why it took her a moment to remember where they were.

"Umm, sure." She said, collecting her thoughts halfway through her short response.

"(Y/N) prefers giraffes, don't you?" Johnny spoke, words slick with something thick and smooth. 

It was an asinine thing to say. She had never expressed any such preference in creatures of the Savannah. Yet she blushed due to the implication alone, tone full of his indecent intention where his words were casual. When she looked up, he was no doubt staring at her flushed cheeks, the faintest smile on his face.

"I think they have those too. We're going to a wildlife reserve for our photoshoot. I assume you're coming?" Sehun asked her with a light shrug. She nodded, lips spreading into a grin because how could she not? It would be the most exciting thing she experienced in life.

After the conversation, the rooms were finally ready. Johnny picked up the keys to his room and walked up to (Y/N) before she could get hers. The act was committed with such nonchalance that it could have come off as a mistake. But she knew him too well by now, despite how laid back he was about most things, Johnny was not careless. 

His lazy demeanor continued as he weaved an arm around her waist and dangled the keys in front of her eyes— and Oh Sehun's.

"Room's ready." He informed her with an unassuming smile. "Let's go and get cleaned up so we can rest before dinner." He tugged at her, either oblivious or willfully ignorant to her confused surprise. Her own keys were never picked up from the pile.

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"I thought I'd never get you alone." Johnny groaned the moment the door to their room closed. Before she could walk away, Johnny's arms reached for hers. His fingers slid down her retreating arm before wrapping around her wrist. "Come here." He sighed, tugging her once. She stepped back into him.

"I'm tired." She whined when her back met his chest, "And so dirty." She pushed at the arm he wrapped around her waist, a half hearted attempt at pushing him back.

"We'll shower, later. Whatever you want." Johnny wrapped his other hand around her wrist, pushing it aside. "For now I just want to hold you." He tugged her closer.

Before she had a chance to feign more protest, he was embracing her. His arms squeezed her so tight she was scarce in need of a breath.

"Sometimes," Johnny bristled, wrapping his arms a little tighter. "In moments like these." He left the lightest kiss behind her ear. She pressed even closer to him, hearing his small sigh up close. "You're the only thing that I want." His lips brushed against her cheek, "Right now, there's nothing I need more than you." His lips pressed into her neck, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses.

She shivered, trying to move away from him to no avail. Her efforts, though, were half-hearted at best in the face of the beating in her chest. As much as she tried to ignore the things he'd sometimes say in the spur of the moment, certain things were impossible to repeat in her mind till they stained the inside of her head.

"Thanks for coming." Johnny's voice muffled in her hair as he took a deep breath.

"Thanks for bringing me." She lifted her chin the moment his lips pressed against her throat.

Johnny only hummed in response, his hands roaming her torso restlessly before stopping to hook his fingers into her waistband.

"I want a shower right now." She mumbled when his lips started trailing up from her neck to the corner of her mouth.

"That's a problem now, isn't it?" He spoke in the smooth voice that she knew. One that she only heard when there was no witness, never around other people. Until today, that is.

"Why?" She took his bait.

"Because right now, I want you."

She whined, the sound a product of both protest and butterflies. She tried to push at him lightly to give the former more credence.

Johnny smiled against her cheek, finding her efforts adorable, no doubt. Especially because she couldn't move him an inch. "We'll see if you still want one after I'm through with you." He challenged, teeth nipping at her earlobe.

"Johnny." She insisted one last time before she lost her heart. Johnny groaned in response and, much to her surprise— and slowly sinking disappointment, he actually let her go.

"Fine. Have it your way." He said impassively, leaving a lasting kiss on her temple. "We'll get back to this." He sighed, leaving a hot trail of slow kisses down her jaw to her neck. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He cautioned right as he planted his final kiss, pulling back and walking towards their suitcases. "I got this nice soap as a gift. Want to try it?" He asked her as he rummaged through his luggage. "You can shower first since you're so eager." His eyes danced with mischief as he tossed the bottle of shower gel without warning. (Y/N) yelped, barely catching the object.

By the time Johnny got out of his shower, (Y/N) was already snuggled comfortably into bed. Upon closer inspection it was obvious that she was asleep. With a smile threatening to lift his lips, he decided to get into bed too.

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When Johnny stirred awake, the sun's rays had softened to what was clearly late afternoon. His grip was around her still, her arm wrapped snuggly around one of his elbows in a way that made Johnny's chest thrum upon noticing.

Feeling wary, like he still tended to feel sometimes, he inched a little closer to her. The disruption made her stir and Johnny froze, going stiff while she squirmed and groaned against him. He bit down on his bottom lip when she rubbed against him a few times, a loud huff leaving her lips before she finally turned over and buried her head into his chest, going still.

Johnny's sigh was loud and audible. He took another moment to put aside his growing grievance to take in how she clung to him. His chest warmed, thoughts bubbling and oozing over till the warmth reached his cheeks.

When she stirred again after almost an hour, it was with an audible groan. Johnny looked down, her lips twisting into a frown as her eyes fluttered open. A moment later, she looked up at him with half-open eyes, still lost to sleep.

(Y/N) took a moment before she finally caught on. Walking up to being wrapped around Johnny still felt new. A few months ago, she'd have scrambled off him with the deep red blush of embarrassment. But like all the other searing parts of this situationship, she was getting used to how she naturally gravitated towards him in her sleep.

"How are you feeling now?" He questioned. She closed her eyes with a deep sigh, taking a moment to reflect before she nodded reluctantly.

"I feel great." She groaned, looking and sounding the opposite of the claim.

Johnny's lips twitched, arms tightening around her without conscious thought or effort.

"Sure you do." He scoffed, ignoring the rising distress in his groin when she buried her face in the crook of his neck with a soft groan. "Then I suppose you're up for dinner with the whole crew?" He tested, smiling when she groaned.

"Sure." She replied after pulling back, giving him another reluctant nod as she buried her head in the blanket. "As long as there's food as a consolation."

Johnny grinned, grateful for her consideration. "Everyone's dying to meet you." He told her. Her eyes peeked out from under the shroud, brows knit together. Johnny scoffed.

"What did you tell them?" She asked skeptically.

"That you're just the funniest, most coolest person ever." Johnny teased, wrapping his arms around her to have his turn at burying his face in her neck. He pinched the sheet between his teeth, dragging it down.

"Johnny." She whined, "I told you not to make exaggerated claims, even as a joke. It puts too much pressure and I will never live up to the hype." She smacked his arm.

"It's the truth." He sulked.

"To you." She huffed, fingers sliding up to curl into his hair.

"Who else matters?" He mumbled, beginning to trace his lips up her neck. “As another funniest, most coolest person I am an authority on this.

"Johnny." Her voice was weaker this time, "It's not that simple." She gasped when he nipped at her neck.

He hummed, losing focus on the conversation and turning to different, more pressing matters. His traces turned to kisses, slowly turning heavier. Her neck extended back to accommodate him.

"You smell nice." Johnny groaned against her.

"Thanks for the soap shower gel, pal." She squeaked at a light nip, always reacting to him almost instantly.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up." He kissed across her jaw.

"Should have gotten started before I did." She teased him, coming to realise that he enojoyed that. Johnny's foreplay was conversation.

He groaned at her words, pressing closer until she felt his arousal. "I'll remember that next time." He promised. “For now, you’ve given me a problem that needs solving.” She gave him a compliant nod, eyes dancing with excitement that spurred him on.

"Turn around. You've left me hung dry for so long; you don't deserve to be warmed up today." She obeyed, flipping over and letting him press her against his chest. "You don't even need it, do you?" You're always so wet after waking up." He groaned again, bucking his hips into her back.

A slow hand traced down her stomach. Her breath getting shallower as his fingers brushed against the edge of her pajama bottoms. She sighed harshly when he undid the string, shoving his hand in eagerly.

(Y/N) shivered, Johnny's cold fingers brushed over the warm flesh of her thighs, kneading them slowly while he pushed her pants lower.

When his fingers ran over her clothed core, her head fell back into his chest. Her hips began gyrating against his touch without prompt, stuttering when she felt him push her panties to the side.

“John.” She gasped, hands trying to tug at his shorts. Without seeing them, her shaking hands could not do the job. 

Johnny watched her struggle for a moment, pulling back to take it in. He took the moment to enjoy her desperation, revel in the fact that he was the reason for it. Then he lost the thin veil of patience, hand wrapping over hers. He helped her take his shorts down. When she turned back to look at him, her eyes were glossy in arousal. A breath escaped from between his lips like he was punched. With a hand between her thighs to part them, he entered her slowly.

Johnny’s eyes slipped into the back of his head, senses taken hostage by the pressure of her warm walls. He went still as he bottomed out.

“Always to gooey and warm from me after you wake up. Will it feel better when you’re asleep?” He groaned at his own words, hand coming to her chin to lift it up to meet her gaze. “Hmm?” He questioned. Johnny felt the shiver that raked through as the moment their eyes met. Just as she closed her eyes, her lips parted to say something that was dissolved by a moan as Johnny began moving again.

In a few moments, the room was littered with sharp breathing and tethered groans. (Y/N) kept trying to find purchase for her restless hands as Johnny danced between light and harsh strokes. She writhed against him deliciously, always so irresistibly receptive to his efforts.

His thrusts were shallow and sensual. She started to come undone against him slowly but inevitably. Johnny grabbed at the hand that she had pressed against his cheek, guiding it to her thigh. It was a silent request to hold it apart like he had been. When she obeyed, his hand came to her jaw, tilting it up to meet his gaze.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" He hummed.

She knew it was a trap. Whether she answered or held her tongue, he'd find a way to use it against her. So she nodded, giving into the growing rigidity in her belly.

“You didn’t even want it. Look at how nice I’m being with you.” He clicked his tongue, moving his hips in a new, sharper, rhythm that made her clutch and anything she could grab. “So hot, isn’t it?” He questioned, even interrupting his pace to get a clear response.

She nodded, “God, when is it not?” She groaned. In response, he snapped his hips, setting a newer, more brutal pace. Her lips fell apart, and Johnny scoffed.

“Such a slut for me.” He squeezed his fingers against her pelvis. With a surprised yelp, she writhed into an orgasm. Johnny followed soon after, going still with a soft grunt that made her tingle all over.

When Johnny rolled over, he took a moment to catch a breath. The next moment he chuckled.

“What?” She questioned, feeling conscious without any prompt.

“You never fail to surprise me. I would have never figured you like being roughed up as much as you do.” He chuckled again, breaking out into a full laugh when he turned to see her burying her face in the sheet. He laughed a little louder, reaching out to embrace her from over the cover.

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"So." Johnny's voice trailed while he dredged two fries in too much ketchup. After spending another hour in bed, they gave into another compulsion— ordering room service. "Sehun likes you. It's kind of obvious." He continued, speaking to the food in his hands. 

(Y/N) looked up, caught off-guard by the sudden encroachment of the subject. They had been eating in a comfortable silence, too jetlagged to hold a conversation despite never running out of topics.

Johnny must have mistook her surprise, a light chuckle following. "Yeah I figured you couldn't tell. Which is why I thought I should mention it." He shrugged, looking almost smug about it.

He was right. She hadn't noticed anything special about the man's attention. From what she had gathered, Oh Sehun was just polite. She did not expect anything more from a man that far out of her league. So while she was skeptical at best about the assumption, what surprised her was that Johnny brought it up so casually in a moment like this. Their bed was still warm right beside them while she was in his shirt.

"Oh." Was all she said, mirroring his laidback ease but giving her hesitation away. As her thoughts clouded over, she missed Johnny’s assessing gaze.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

imagine Hobie with a model (or mj variant) s/o but they don't have a label (or situationship maybe?) and they just gawk at each other sometimes

𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

CW: situationship, Hobie Brown x Mary Jane Watson variant!reader, fluff

Notes: MJ Watson? Have I told you how much I love MJ Watson? MJ Watson? Hace I told you how much I love MJ Watson? MJ Watson, have I- *= Marie Benoliel is a comedian that crashed a few runways during Paris fashion week 2019

>Hobie would be content with a situationship, maybe I'm mixing up comic Hobie (who is aroace coded) but I don't think he has this big urge to confess and get a partner, he's fine basking in your presence and knowing you feel the same way

Hobie was ultimately enthralled by you, by your posture, class, but mostly, how lighthearted and even sassy you could get. Everyone who spent 5 minutes with you could attest to how completely understandable was for Hobie to have a crush on you, in fact, he's not the only one, he's has to admit he's not too happy when he finds someone else practically drooling over you, but again, can he blame them? And Hobie's pretty sure you do it intentionally sometimes, nothing cruel, just playful flirting, pulling your hair red hair back, swinging your hips a little, biting your lips and locking gazes while holding a mischievous smile, he's familiar with the bit... Because he does the same thing. Not as much with others as he enjoys doing it with you, for such a straightforward guy, he's enjoying the chase a little too much. It's a very palpable (and awkward to the poor people who end up unknowing third wheeling) situation of "will they?, won't they?" That you and Hobie have grown comfortable in. Are you both very desperate to get your tongue in the other's throat? Yes, but gawking at him moving his ringed fingers rapidly through the cords of his guitar with the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and his freeforms bouncing as he moves his whole body to the rhythm of the rebellious songs he plays with his band seems enough for now. You know you have his trust too, he's not just attracted to you, you're a friend, someone he would trust with his life at any given moment, so when he finishes his practice and plunges himself in the couch, stretching his sore lithe limbs like a long cat, getting closer and closer until his head rests on your lap, you understand what he means, how much you mean to him.

"Y'know, I was briefly a runway model" he says, bending over the table and supporting himself with his elbows

"Ya tell that to everyone, it's getting old" his bandmate teased from the the other couch around the rehearsal room

" 'ey, I made a name for myself and all" Hobie replies, mockingly offended

"Yeah, Marie Benoliel*"

[babyphat05]

Hi Baby Phat!! I've been following you on Tumblr since I was 16 years old and I am now 20 y/o, I just wanted to say your advice and your posts have helped me make a complete 180 in the way I view myself and my relationships!!! You have been one of the most positive role models for me as a teenager and now as an adult, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for your work on here and your dedication to help us girls.

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[gureumz]

toxic situationship with fil-chi golden boy atenean jungwon and masungit lasallian it girl model reader 🫡

GODDDDD the fights and dramatic exits but the utterly delicious hot sexy passionate riveting sex they both have 🧎🏻‍♀️

jungwon is the perfect man, as perfect as perfect will go in today's standards. pogi, matalino, from a well-off enough family, attends one of the most prestigious universities as a legal management major gearing up for law school.

you're an up and coming budding influencer landing modeling gigs left, right, and center. you're girlbossing you're way to the top, juggling school and your career so you have no time for bullshit.

but a bumble match leads to something more and now you spend your mondays in screaming matches with jungwon in his car while he drives you home to your condo sa taft (kahit sa lgv lang naman siya nakatira) and your tuesdays having sex in the backseat. wednesdays are date nights and the rest of the week depends on if tinotopak isa sainyo or both.