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kaicubus · 7 months

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Extra Salty | Jennifer C.

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warnings ✩° : 18+ NSFW, yandere!jennifer, implied jealousy, established relationship, cursing, reader knows jennifer is a demon, biting/marking, jennifer getting off on your thigh, dom!jennifer, cursing, dirty talk, jennifer calls reader a slut (affectionately).

pairing ✩° : jennifer check x fem!reader, college au, all characters are of age!

premise ✩° : things take a turn for the worst when jennifer finds out her precious girlfriend has been hanging around someone other than her, which is by far one of the worst mistakes someone can make, but how will she punish you?

word count ✩°: 3.9k

authors note ✩° : this is literally THE fic bc its jennifer, who's a succubus, and my whole thing is basically succubi...like it's perfect. anyways so sorry i've been gone, i'm finding time to write and not lose my sanity but school is so stressful!!

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Jennifer Check was always confrontational. She never feared rejection or looking bad since no matter what she did, she looked great all the time. What did she have to hide? Nothing, apparently. Not even with the insecurities she so often felt when it came to her obsession with you, her beloved girlfriend.

When most people say they trust their partner just not anyone else, Jennifer says they don't mean it like she means it. That being said, for the longest time, Jennifer Check remained the most jealous girl you knew, not that you knew any girls, though personally you believed she had no reason to be. It was her who was constantly in the limelight, being admired up close or from afar as she held the status of being the most popular girl wherever she went in middle school, high school, and now in college. Her treatment was the same regardless of her location, and if anyone should be jealous in your relationship, it should be you. That doesn't go to say that you are by any means less than Jennifer, you were well aware of the fact that her beauty was unattainable. Not because she got plastic surgery or botox, but because she wasn't human.

A succubus.

She took in a demon from the darkest pits of hell willingly to inhabit her body which causes her to feed on the blood of virgin men, leaving her hungry—starving in fact—until her next fix. Being a succubus basically meant that no matter what, Jennifer would always be beautiful, just as long as she was able to get her hands on the next, drooling dog so she could feed, or as anyone else would say, the next guy looking at her with goo goo eyes. Thankfully, she never had to wait long, and Jennifer remained beautiful. Her hunger for men never stopped her from devoting herself to you though, since as she sees it, men are toys meant to break and abandon, while you're just untouchable.

In her world, the people behind her were simply that: behind her, under her, or below her. They never mattered like you did, the only thing that did matter was if anyone got involved with you, and that was almost always a situation you never wanted to be in because of how extreme she tended to be.

Despite being everyone's dream girl, Jennifer was cold and bitter towards everyone. She couldn't care less if she ‘accidentally’ gave someone attitude or insulted them to their face or behind their backs, because they just weren't you. In her mind, she had no reason to be nice to anyone who wasn't Y/n L/n. However, you were slightly different than her. In fact quite the opposite. In social settings, you greeted everyone with a smile, asking how their day was, and sometimes giving them a hug—since being friendly just seemed like the right thing to do.

The only problem with your instilled politeness was that Jennifer wasn't the biggest fan. She hated seeing you smile at anyone other than herself, let alone anyone she considered to be as low as scum on earth as she felt it insulting to her beliefs and her heart. She never said, but you knew all too well that she was fed up, knowing that you were at class lectures talking and interacting with other people.

You never had to walk on eggshells with her, because she was very upfront and communicative about how she felt, but at times, even you had to admit she was being a little...possessive.

So, that's why when she found you spending the entire day with someone she didn't know through a carousel post on Instagram with the caption reading, “With the best partner in the world!” there was only one thing on her mind.

After a few hours passed since Jennifer saw the post, she was on your doorstep, staring at you with happily squinted eyes, grinning ear to ear, almost as if she were made of plastic. She doesn't have to knock twice before you notice it's her and open the door for her, revealing her straight, long, inky black hair resting pristinely over her shoulder and a tightly fitted cropped shirt hugging her breasts and an acid washed pair of low rise, bootcut jeans hanging off her hips.

Before you could say anything to greet her, Jennifer shoves past you, holding her head up high with that sort of pep in her step that makes her irresistible. Closing the door behind her, Jennifer continues walking past you and makes her way up the stairs to your bedroom, to where you follow without saying a word.

“So.” Your girlfriend smiles and wraps her arms around your neck once you both are in your room, “I missed you, where have you been all day? I texted you like, 10 fucking times.” She spoke, her voice low and thick with sultry as she tips her chin down to meet your confused gaze through her neatly plucked, thin eyebrows. The last time you checked your phone was when your heart sank staring at the 36 missed calls and 61 unread texts all from her. You were going to respond as soon as you got back to your apartment, but Jennifer beat you to it, as she always does.

“You know, I could’ve fucking died, Y/n. You weren't the least bit worried about me?” With a pout, she leans closer and presses a kiss on your cheek, leaving a dark shaded lipstick stain on your otherwise clean skin. She remains smiling, swishing her hair over her shoulders as she cocks her head to the side enchantingly.

“Nice of you to drop in, Jenny.” Despite your initial surprise, you wrap your arms around her shoulders and let your hands fall past her back and her fitted shirt, “I know you didn't die because one, you're already dead, and two, you kept calling. You knew I was in class.” You remind her subtly, using your fingers to twist the ends of her silky hair around in loops in an attempt to calm her boiling nerves.

Jennifer lets out a sharp exhale and drops her shoulders, “I seriously wouldn't play dumb if I were you, baby. I saw your best friend’s post with you in it. Front and center. Next to some bitch with dry, split ends and eye bags that take up like half of her pustule filled face.” She spits accusingly, only giving a heartless shrug after you shoot her a distasteful sneer, “Really frumpy looking. You know, for someone who’s dating someone like me, you’d think you’d hang out with someone with just a bit more style, you know?” She snorts again, not grasping the weight of her hurtful words and only seeing your annoyed expression.

You push yourself off her slightly, but only manage to turn your neck to face her since her hands are interlocked together in a way it’d be impossible to break free. “She’s a friend of mine, Jenny. You don’t have to get defensive, I met her in my calculus lecture. She’s actually really cool, we were studying at that little cafe on—”

“Snoozefest.” Jennifer says loudly, yawning melodramatically, “No name? Surely she’s gotta have one, or are you keeping her name a secret because you’re scared of what I’ll do if I find out? What, is her code name pineapple or some weird shit like that?”

“No nicknames, not much of anything. But VIVIAN and I are going to be studying for our exam next week, because you know I suck at math.” You shrug. Vivian. What a stupid name, Jennifer thought. Of course, it was clear on her face that she didn’t like it. With a small click of her tongue, she rolls her eyes and catches her elbows with her hands, digging into her own skin for a minute.

“God you are so full of shit. Just tell me you think she’s prettier than me. That’s what you’re thinking, right? That’s why you didn’t answer my calls because you were too busy thinking about how much you want to suck on her face?” She holds up two peace signs and rams them together, insinuating some lewd gesture.

You meet her eyes. They were darker than usual, not entirely a different color, but blackened by the shadow cast down from her furrowed brows that only seemed to sink into her face, making her pristine expression appear more or less evil. Crystal blue eyes shake frantically from side to side, scanning your face for any sort of change or distortion that could tell her you were lying to her, but since you weren’t, she couldn’t find anything.

“Jenny, you know I would never go out with anyone like that if they weren’t you.” You smile reassuringly and guide your hands to hers, capturing her cold blooded palms into yours. You fall back silently and sit on the foot of your bed, looking up at her in full. Her arms dangle but she doesn’t seem that convinced.

"...Are you lying to me?" Jennifer asks with a crazed look in her eyes, suddenly gaining the exposure from the light above in a flash, "What the fuck are you hiding me from me, Y/n? Do you have some side bitch? Something you don't want me to talk to me about?" She continues, pressing on to get a rise out of you. You’re well aware of her tactics and the way her mind works, but she was also aware of the fact you had no control over yourself when you got nervous, or rather when she confronted you and backed you into a corner.

“N-No!” You manage to squeeze out, “Jen, I’m not hiding shit from you, what’s your problem?” Hot pink stiletto nails sink into your shoulders, wandering down your arms and tracing back up, instantly making your entire body shiver. Suddenly, her nails dig deep into your skin causing half crescent moons to form red in your skin. You look up at her in shock and your lips snap open at the sight of your teeth bared girlfriend now looking like she’s about to unhinge her jaw and swallow you whole. Little ‘ow’s’ don't stop Jennifer from squeezing harder and harder. It isn't until she sees tears prick your eyes, forcing you to snap them shut. Only now, Jennifer smiled. "What?” You can hear her giggle, “Did you think I was actually going to hurt you?" You open your eyes and grab your chest, heaving a deep sigh of relief, "God, Y/n, you're so fun to scare. It’s nice knowing I can still get a rise out of you, that’s why I always love doing it. But, personally, I find teasing you much more entertaining. Plus, I'm really fucking bored, and you have something I want. That's why I came here, you know?"

You regain a bit of your composure and lean back, “And what would that be?”

Jennifer drops her shoulders and arches her back. Reluctantly taking her hand from yours, she slowly pushes herself onto your body, lowering herself just a bit and wrapping her thin arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her at the same time. “To punish you for ignoring me all day. Because you really know how to piss me off, baby.” Jennifer’s hands clasp together, locking palms into place just over the waistband of your spandex shorts. Sharing a wide eyed glance, Jennifer lets her cherry pink lips fall open, exposing the tips of her ivory teeth and sharp canines as soon as she starts to smirk.

Your mouth falls open as well, prepping your tongue to say something, anything to question her position, the way her lip tucks under her glistening teeth, or her hand slowly trailing down the front of her chest, peeling back the thin, white fabric of her shirt until the cups of her baby pink bra spring out in front of you. No words come out of your throat, not even a sound can be heard as Jennifer effortlessly lifts herself from your waist, unzipping and jostling her belt buckle from her jeans, revealing a matching pink set of panties hugging tightly around her thin waist.

“All I want is for you to look at me, and see all of this,” Jennifer says, leaning down, cupping her hands around her perfectly rounded tits, “Do you know how many times I touched myself today thinking about you? Thinking about how fucking pissed I was about you hanging out with some needy bitch…while I’m being a needy bitch for you…I’m your bitch, but you're my slut. M’kay?”

You nod obediently, earning a gentle grin from the only person who mattered right now. That nod was all Jennifer needed to carry out the rest of her plan, and before you knew it, the same acid washed bootcut jeans she once wore to greet you a few minutes ago on your doorstep were discarded to the floor, looking like nothing more than a towel next to the rest of your dirty laundry. Now, Jennifer sat comfortably between your closed thighs, straddling your leg as if it were an armchair or a bicycle seat. While you were fully clothed and dressed, Jennifer was not.

The only pieces of clothing covering her were slowly being stripped off her the more she noticed how flush your cheeks seemed to get or how many times you've avoided her gaze. How could you act like it didn't bother you that your girlfriend was on top of you, wearing nothing but a matching set of bra and panties, sitting directly on your leg, with nothing to hide, not even the surging heat or pooling wetness pulsating from between her own legs.

"What’s wrong, Y/n? Cat got your tongue?” Jennifer starts moving, rendering you speechless, planting her soft panties, slowly accumulating more and more slick from just the sight of you, onto the bare skin of your thigh, "Ah, you know, you look really good from this side,” Jennifer grins and moves her hips to the side, but quickly corrects herself with a sharp seethe, shaking her head, “No, wait, this side.” You bite down on your lip. Jennifer’s teased you before, she takes great pride in that. But never before has it had such an effect on you as it does now. But why?

Jennifer quickly jerks her hips forward, reminding you of her presence and clearly annoyed at the thought you might be slipping away from her.

“You wish you were eating me out right now, don't you?” Like a puppeteer, Jennifer widens her sadistic grin and nods her head, maintaining her agonizingly slow pace of her rutting hips, which causes you to nod your own, “My soaking wet pussy, your hot tongue inside of me…fuck don't get me excited, Y/n. It’s too bad, because after today, I’m not going to let you fucking touch me.”

“Jenny, I didn't do anything, we just studied!” You let out an uncontrolled whimper, “F-Fuck, ngh…”

“You’re going to watch me fuck myself on your thigh, and you're going to savor every bit of it. You won't even remember that pathetic bitch’s name after I'm finished with you. Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer, that’s all you're going to be thinking. No more Vivian…no more anyone else. You drove me crazy, but now it’s time I do the same to you.”

You gulp down all the saliva pooled inside your mouth, forgetting all of your humanly binds as the inhuman entity on your leg arches her back and stares down at you with eyes piercing directly into your own. Jennifer knows the hold she has on you, which is why her ego’s always so high; She dangles her body, her lust, in front of you like a rare steak to a starved dog, knowing the consequences. The bit of drool that leaks out of the corner of your rose-wet lips is all she needs to see to reaffirm that idea.

"That's right, baby, don't stop looking at me. Keep looking at how I'm rubbing my wet pussy on your thigh. Doesn't that feel good?" Jennifer edges in a melodic tone, almost siren-like despite being a succubus, "You did this, you know. You made me so fucking horny, thinking about you and what you did today without me, you got me all riled up. I hope you're proud, slut~"

You nod your head eagerly, mouth widened and agape, but not being able to say what you think you want to say. Almost as if she's put a trance on you, you're silenced. Unharmed, but silent.

If it were your fingers, your mouth, or even your own clit rubbing against hers, the story would be much different. Instead this was Jennifer’s way of punishing you, knowing you can't indulge in the sweetness of her juices or warmth of her fluttering cunt directly, or at least the way you want to. Jennifer rocks her hips back and forth, dragging her throbbing clit and equally sopping wet folds against your skin, chewing on her bottom lip to release as much tension as she can while still teasing the living hell out of you.

“Jenny, p-please, I can’t—” You groan and reach for her stomach, overcome with the insatiable need to touch her skin, but she continues to pleasure herself on your leg. Letting out loose moans as she rolls her neck in circles, Jennifer plants her palms onto your waist, humming your name from her pillowy lips.

“Mm, ooh fuck!” She gasps, “Right there, right there is perfect~!” Her eyes open just a slit, “Better than any fucking vibrator or dildo I've ever had. Who knew fucking my girlfriends pretty fucking thigh could get me so fucking wet…and hot, and messy.” You stare as Jennifer’s fingers tap further down her pelvis and reach the side of her underwear, which was practically useless now as it was completely soaked through with slick arousal seeping from the nylon fabric. As she pulls the sticky material from her inner thigh, you can hear a small, lewd ‘shlick’ sound coming from her pussy, now met with the cold air surrounding the two of you.

Jennifer practically purred as she settles back down on your warm flesh, her now exposed pink cunt flattens onto the same spot on your thigh that she's been massaging into, only now you could truly feel all of her. Her eyes flutter shut, and she repeatedly nudges her sweet spot over and over in circles and bold stripes. Normally, Jennifer’s body was pretty insensitive, at least with anyone else she never got to climax. She grew very fond of faking orgasms, and she was pretty good at it. That never crossed her mind with you, though.

“Baby, look at me,” Jennifer catches your chin and leans down, bucking her hips in sharp, fluid motions, “I'm so close, I'm so close to cumming all over your soft, warm thigh, I'm so close to making such a pretty mess all over you.” She slowly hunches towards you, closing the space between you ever so slowly, taking all the time in the world before finally the burning sensation of her lips on yours returns once more. Pressing against your mouth was the first mistake she made, as now you couldn't hold back anything inside of you. You began to feel your chest start to catch flame, your movements were simply not your own anymore.

Hurriedly, your arms link behind Jennifer’s back, and your hands find their place on your girlfriend’s plush ass, scooting her closer so that her exposed chest is right against your shirt. You can hear her let out a surprised, yet intrigued gasp, followed by an even hungrier kiss, smirking directly into your mouth.

“Ooh fuck, Y/n, is it that hard to keep your fucking hands off me? Am I that irresistible to you, my slutty girl?” She says in between breaks of the heated kiss, licking her tongue in circular motions, making loud, noisy slurps and panting breathlessly. Your hands lift up to her back and basically rip off her bra. You remove yourself from her swollen lips to gaze at her perfectly smooth tits, only for her to cut your admiration short with an abrupt grab at your hands from behind her.

“You're my slut, Y/n. My only. Don't ever fucking,” Jennifer gasps, “Think about anyone else. Just me. Only me.”

“F-Fuck, Jennifer.” You can feel your own heat growing with each second.

“Say it.” She commands, bouncing now on your thigh as she brings your hands out in front of her and places them directly on top of her tits, massaging your palms in circles, “Say you're my slut.” Jennifer’s mouth falls open and her movements instantly grow more and more uncontrolled, which was a tell-tale sign she was close to her climax.

Without hesitation, you lurch forward and run your hands over her erect nipples, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure to send Jennifer’s body limp, “I'm your slut, I'm your only fucking slut, Jennifer. You're so beautiful for me, all I want is for you to cum.” You wine, your desperate voice full of wanton, “Please, please…”

“My slut, my pretty fucking slut, begging for me to c-cum all over her. Mmngh!” She pants, “Fuck!” Her hips jerk forwards suddenly and you can feel her entire body above you start to spasm. Your eyes widen as Jennifer flips her head down and back up, swishing her black hair messily over her fucked out expression, watching as a few strands get caught in the corner of her mouth, but she could care less. The rush surging inside of her was too much to ignore for her to preserve her neatness. “Fuck! I’m going to cum, I’m going to fucking c—hm!”

You can feel the way her legs tensing and relaxing together around your thigh, giving her the leverage she needs to accommodate for the overwhelming, pulsating sensation rippling throughout her pussy. Jennifer screams out in satisfaction, repeatedly mumbling encouraging ‘yes’s’ from the deepest pits of her diaphragm, bucking and rutting her sopping wet cunt back and forth as she rides out her climax. Her pussy doesn't stop twitching when she opens her eyes with a hefty sigh, nor does it stop when her body gives out and flops into yours. The extra weight of Jennifer is enough to push you backwards against the pillow behind you, but she doesn't let up.

Jennifer continues to crawl onto you, as if she wasn't close enough already, just to surround herself with the comfort of her girlfriend, but clearly trying to physically get under your skin. Jennifer hums in satisfaction and lets out a breathy laugh, rising up to your chest to rest the side of her face comfortably against the top of your collarbone. Flushed, red, and wet, Jennifer presses small kisses all against any exposed skin, running her hands all over your jawline and through your hair.

With a firm grip on the roots of your hair, Jennifer grins, “I...I don't want you talking to her anymore. Ok?” She says softly, almost innocently. As her hands start to move up your glistening thigh, just over the fabric hugging your waist, and past your now unbuttoned shorts, you nod, “I won't talk to her ever again.”

“Good.”

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batztrangem · 2 years

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How you met Jennifer Check

Author’s Note: I’m trying to cross post more of my stuff from Wattpad so here we go

Warnings/notes: Gender neutral reader

You rested your chin on the cool surface of the science lab table. Your teacher had finished teaching, but there was still a good forty minutes left in the class. Your work had been finished early with no help from your insufferable lab partner, who had gone to sit with his friends instead of you. Now all you could do was sit and wait for the bell to ring.

You glanced around the room, studying the faces of your classmates. Your eyes landed on a pair of girls you had seen around the school before. One had a full head of curly blonde hair, and she sported a pair of glasses. The other girl had silky black hair. Normally, the dark-headed girl would have been dressed to impress. You knew that she was very popular in the school. You had seen her every now and then. She'd often had a nice outfit on with a set of earrings. Her makeup was usually done, and she would always be smiling ear from ear.

Today was different.

She was hunched over in her seat. You couldn't tell exactly what was wrong because she was sitting closer to the front of the room. You could see the side of her face from where you sat. Today she wasn't wearing makeup and she wasn't dressed in her usual outfits. She just wore a plain hoodie. The girl sitting beside her, who you assumed was her friend, got up and left the classroom to go to the bathroom.

You sat up in your chair and stretched your arms. Most of the time you wouldn't approach strangers first, but your gut was telling you to go talk to the girl.

You got up and made your way to their lab table.

"Hey," you greeted the dark-haired girl.

She looked up at you slowly. She looked very tired but gave you a small smile.

"Hey, do I know you?" she asked.

"I don't think so. I'm (Y/N) (L/N)," you said introducing yourself.

"I'm Jennifer. Can I help you with something?" she asked.

"Uhh, no. I just wanted to check on you actually. No offense, but you look a little out of it today," you said.

"Oh, yeah. I'm just...tired. I haven't been feeling good, that's all. I know, my bare face is kind of embarrassing," Jennifer said.

"Don't be embarrassed!" you said. You sat down beside her where her friend was sitting beforehand.

"You look absolutely fine. It's just...I'm used to seeing you with makeup on. That's all," you reassured her.

"You really think I look okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, you're very pretty with or without makeup," you said.

She smiled wide. It was almost as if nobody had ever complimented her without makeup.

"Thank you," she said, "Hey, are you doing anything this weekend? You can come hang out with me and my friend, Needy."

Your eyebrows scrunched together. You had never talked to Jennifer before now, so it was shocking that she had taken a liking to you so quickly. And to be completely honest, you were already starting to like her. She seemed very sweet. When you had passed her in the hallway, she had always seemed very intimating and even possibly mean.

"Wait, really? Umm...yeah, that would be cool," you said with a smile.

"Awesome! Maybe hanging out with someone new like you will make me feel a bit better," she said.

"Well, I'm glad to help," you said.

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xfiles-vibes · 8 months

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Kind of relieved that apparently I’m not the only one who wants to write X Files fanfiction about Samantha Mulder, who—despite being Mulder’s main drive to find the truth—only appears in a handful of episodes and 95% of the time she’s a clone with a less-than-great hair situation 😂

LET MY GIRL LIVE!! (And have great hair)

#I’m sorry I love Megan Leitch but they did her DIRTY the first time she appeared as a Samantha clone #that half updo?? BAD #like cmon y’all #the x files #Samantha Mulder #Megan leitch #x files fanfic #x files fanfiction #fox mulder

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wishingstarinajar · 4 months

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Loving the Transformer designs. Did you ever find out why so much TF stuff is being tagged with Maccadam despite not involving the bar or the bar himself? Cause I noticed you started tagging with it too.

I did, I did, some people were very kind to respond to my post asking about it.

Basically, during the Bayformers movies period, the Transformers tag was flooded with gifs of Megan Fox and whatnot, which wasn't appreciated by certain parts of the fandom. The Maccadam hashtag was created to separate anything Bayformers movies-related from other Transformers art, posts, screenshots, etc. I guess it kind of stuck after that.

Why Maccadam or Maccadams? Because Maccadam's bar is sometimes referenced across various timelines and series, making it a consistent and recognized name (and place). From what I've noticed, many Transformers (art and fanfiction) lovers follow the Maccadam tag so it doesn't hurt to use it when posting Transformers-related content.

#q and a #transformers

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evitamylove · 2 months

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Cove, MK1 Edition

Announcer comment ideas:

Kung Lao:

-"Yeah, still my favorite."

-"Hi pretty boy."

-"The one....for me~"

-"Calling you a petname would give you too much of an ego boost."

-"Hung Lao."

-"You don't remember." (sad tone)

-"In every reality." (said very softly)

-"I really did miss you."

-"Hi, love."

-"My Chosen One.''

Raiden:

-"Still don't know how to feel about you."

-"Kidd Thunder!"

-"I'm loyal to Kung Lao, I swear." (if hes wearing cosmetics with tattoos.)

-"Okay, I'm warming up to you."

-"I'd let him electrocute me to death." (only in specific cosmetics)

-"You don't remember either."

-"Pikachu, I choose you!"

Liu Kang:

-"Can I be the dragon?"

-"Woof."

-"I miss our Raiden."

-"Where the hell did you put Fujin?"

-"You're cute sometimes."

-"Your fanfiction is the worst."

-"God of Massive Doofuses."

-"Look at this dork."

-"I miss your fuckass bob."

-"Glow up."

-"Daddy."

-"One day..."

-"Bruce Lee."

-"Wa-chaaww!!"

-"The white hair looked better."

-"I can take him, just not in a fight."

Johnny:

-"He's hot as shit."

-"I'd be front row at a concert tryna get his towel."

-"He's hot when he isn't talking."

-"Jean van goddamn."

-"Never change, sweetheart."

-*"Ripleeyyy!"*

-"At least you age well."

Sub-Zero:

-"What a noob."

-"Daddy issues."

-"Why are you so goddamn mean?"

-"Bi-Handsome."

-"Why are your biceps the size of my head?"

-"Wish the mask was a gag."

Scorpion:

-"Hey, hot stuff."

-"Burnin' up~"

-"Is it hot in here or is it just you?"

-"I'd lick the mask."

-"Both at the same time."

-"Get over here! No please, cmere."

Smoke:

-"You are actually the perfect man."

-"Nobody's allowed to be mean to you."

-"Beat the shit out of them."

-"Hi sweetheart~"

-"The actual favorite. Sorry Kung Lao."

-"You did Madame Bo dirty."

-"Nerd."

Kenshi:

-"Love at first sight."

-"I wanna see the rest of the tattoos."

-"How far do your tattoos go down?"

-"Pretty as fuck."

-"Yowza."

-"My type."

-"Yaku-zaddy."

Baraka:

-"Mommy's other favorite!"

-"I'd lick the blood off his teeth."

-"You didn't hear that."

-"Deserved better."

Kitana:

-"I love you."

-"Hot."

-"I would thank her for beating the shit out of me."

Sindel:

-"Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry."

-"I have such bad mommy issues."

-"How come her evil version gets to play with Raiden and I don't?"

Mileena:

-"Literal perfection in Edenian form."

-"I'm in love with you."

-"Empress Mileena~"

-"Gordon Ramsey."

-"Final Fantasy X."

-"Before I die I'm tryna f-"

Nitara:

-"You look like Megan Fox."

-"Jennifer's body bag."

-"Twilight, gore edition."

-"C-Bat."

-"The Little Vampire."

-"She'd be a terrible babysitter."

-"Hey Selene."

-"The vampire movie jokes are getting old."

-"Dead but pretty."

Reptile:

-"I can only manage unholy comments about you."

-"What that tongue do?"

-"The best glow up by far."

-"Both forms."

-"Lizard form can get it."

-"Syzoth."

Ashrah:

-"Do you need a dog? *actually barks*"

-"Twilight Princess."

-"So jealous of both you and Syzoth."

Sonya Blade:

-"Mommy's back."

-"God I missed you."

-"Beat their ass, Blade."

Sektor:

-"The ketchup and mustard joke is funny."

-"Nuts."

Cyrax:

-"Bolts."

-"I'm into robots too."

-"Bot locs go hard."

Khameleon:

-"Like me!"

-"We could be siblings."

-"I can't flirt with you after saying we'd be siblings."

-"F.A.B." (spelled out, means fuck ass bob)

-"Gender? Never knew her."

Stryker:

-"Really?"

-"*makes pig noises*"

-"Love a man in uniform."

-"No idea who this was initially."

Shao Kahn:

-"Yeah. I could climb it."

-"He can get it."

-"Pretty bitch says what?"

-"My type."

-"Big."

-"Now that's a man that could ride."

-"Yeah.......*yeah"* (said in a very blatantly horny tone)

-"Kotal looked cooler."

-"Horny!"

-"Hey handlebars~"

Shang Tsung:

-"Bundle of sticks!"

-"You're so lucky you're drop dead gorgeous."

-"Redemption arc."

-"The bitch."

-"Toxic by Britney Spears."

-"He's back?"

-"No."

-"Okay maybe-"

-"Asshole says what?"

-"Mortal Kombaaatttt dodododododo-"

Havik:

-"I'm into it."

-"Final Destination."

-"He's the coolest Kombatant."

-"Khaos incarnate."

-"Resident Evil."

Motaro:

-"I'm a Sagittarius!"

-"Oh he's not a centaur?"

-"What are you?"

-"Liu Kang was so right to bring you back."

-"Fuck with the bull, get the horns."

Shujinko:

-"Deadass thought you were Shang Tsung."

-"No seriously are you and Shang Tsung related?"

-"Shu-plinko?"

-"Pachinko."

-"Shu-what? Who are you?"

Geras:

-"Yes!"

-"The literal best."

-"Dad AND daddy vibes."

-"The coolest."

-"Guardian of Time."

-"Timestopper."

Li Mei:

-"I had no clue who you were at first."

-"One and done."

-"Li Mei I take your hand in marriage?"

-"She deserved better."

Tanya:

-"You and Mileena are perfect."

-"Wife material."

-"So happy you're back."

Quan Chi:

-"Another redemption arc?"

-"I still don't forgive you."

-"Quan Chi-huahua."

Ermac:

-"I'm so fucking glad you're back."

-"JERROD?!"

-"We are Legion."

-"We are many, you are one." (said in a mocking tone)

Jax Briggs:

-"Nice."

-"The best."

-"Only you, Jax."

-"Captain~"

Frost:

-"Ooohhh that's chilly!"

-"Titsicles."

-"Ice to see you."

-"Let it go."

Homelander:

-"Why are you here?"

-"Okay, you're kinda cool."

Omniman: (she can't stand him)

-"Omni-boy."

-"God, you're annoying."

-"Invincible, yeah right."

-"D'vorah's cooler."

-"Kal-el."

-"Clark Kent."

-"I bet people make edits of you beating the shit of me cause I like to insult you."

Reiko:

-"Reiko's Island."

-"Who're you again?"

-"Dork."

-"Shao's lapdog."

Cove:

-"Hey that's me!"

-"You coulda just played Shang Tsung or Shujinko."

-"Best choice."

-"I'm hotter than you."

-"You picked THAT outfit?"

-"The coolest bitch here."

-"Candle Cove."

-"No, not Pirate's Cove."

-"Please pick Kung Lao for the Kameo."

-"Changeling."

-"Fae fire fantasy."

-"I can steal your name AND your face."

-"Cooler than Shang Tsung."

-"Big balls!"

-"Bigger tits."

#what i got so far #mortal kombat #cove #cove mk #mk oc #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #evie talk

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zozobruh · 10 months

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Tag game to better know you

Iva, my dear, tysm for tagging me @b1uetrees <3

what book are you currently reading?

I finally got around to reading Dune! It's going really sloooow since I have been working and trying to write my thesis at the same time, but so far so good! (The 1st movie def didn't do justice to some things oops)

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

I haven't really been to the cinema this year. Objectively, I would say it was Banshees of Inisherin (which I saw with Iva ofc hehe). In terms of the experience of live screening it def was The Rocky Horror Picture Show! It was so fun, I loved people singing and making comments to the plot, epic

what do you usually wear?

Most days of the year you'll see me in mom jeans and a shirt tucked in them or a sweater over them for colder periods of the year. Recently I bought high-waisted wide-leg black jeans and I AM IN LOVE. For shoes I prefer the vans sneakers and dr. martens boots.

how tall are you

157 cm (5'2)

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Taurus. For celebrities ik that I share my bday with Pierce Brosnan, Megan Fox and Thomas Brodie-Sangster lol

do you go by your name or a nickname?

I go by my name (Klara). The only person that actually calls me Zozo is my boyfriend haha

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Def not, but I still think child me would be pretty impressed with what we achieved and would probably think the adult me is cool af haha

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one?

Yes, going strong for almost 4 and a half years. I love my bf and I wouldn't trade what we have for the world. MUST protect <3

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

Honest answer is that I think I'm average at everything lmao. I guess I'm good at planning, organizing and respecting deadlines. I'm bad at maths and quick thinking haha

dogs or cats?

I always say both, but if I'm put in a spot and have to choose, I'll say cats. I feel like kitties are just closer to my personality and I like their dynamic.

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

I have been writing some rather emo poetry since highschool (I'm okay), so earlier in April, I wrote a little poem I liked:

Daffodil The reflection of water on the wall Mercilessly moving The time is taking its toll The tall glass vase on the table Mercilessly staying still The time is writing its fable As it slowly comes to kill A beautiful yellow daffodil

Recently, I got back into writing fanfiction bc of watching KP, here's my fave line from my fic (ofc titled after MCR) The world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me:

Kinn sits up and studies the night in Bangkok. The bright yellow lights of the buildings are reflected in the darkness of the river. The Theerapanakul headquarters are amongst the brightest shining buildings, shaping the skyline of the city. Sometimes the building feels like his home, swarming with memories of his brothers and him playing, of his mother reading them stories and preparing them for bed. Growing up made it feel like a prison in which he exists, simply fulfilling his destiny.

what is something that you’d like to create content for?

Before I got into KP brainrot, I really wanted to write for Beyond Evil, but never got to it. But now, I do have a pretty well-developed idea for a BE fic! Everything is on hold until I finish my thesis tho

A wild part of me also wants to stream The Sims4 let's play hahaah

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

My brain got a bit too tired to be obsessed in the purest sense of the word, but I'd say KP (and the actors who play them) still has a pretty strong chokehold on me.

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Honestly nothing. The things I was excited about were great, but the things I wasn't excited about were shit so lmao, as expected

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

Don't think I have one

are you religious?

I'm not, however, I'd still say I'm somewhat spiritual. I grew up catholic, but I realized it's just not for me. Since it's hard for me to believe there's nothing at all, so the closest to what I'd label myself as is agnostic.

what’s something you wish to have at this moment?

a finished thesis, so i have more time to relax and do my hobbies after work, one can dream ah

A no pressure tag for @tr1edandtrueblue if you feel like doing this :3

#tag game #long post sorry oops #zozo rambles

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therogueprincedaemon · 2 years

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Rules

Rp is a hobby and this is just one of five rp blogs I write on, so please be patient if my replies won’t be fast (I’ll let my followers know whenever I’m on hiatus and when I’ll come back, just be aware that during the summer months June - August it’s most likely that I’ll take a time off but I’ll always come back)

I prefer multi para / novella (but sometimes I’m in for shorter paragraphs as well if we know each other, but don’t expect me to write one liners with you)

I prefer to plot before we start writing, so if we follow each other consider it as an invitation to plot with me, a connection to the mun is important to me

I’m mostly interested in writing any kind of angst, dark romance and heavy (nsfw) topics. So it will probably not happen that I’ll write casual threads with family members or opponents (or simple slice of life) cause only the depth of conflicted deep emotions in relationships is what keeps my interest for long. So if I don’t follow your character back it might be because I don’t see that potential between our muses.

NSFW themes are frequent on this blog including violence, gore, mental struggles (depression, addiction, suicide, drug abuse etc) and smut (I don't write rape or underage stuff and usually I reject incest completely, but since this is Westeros...well. The incest thing has different rules on this account), that’s why this blog is only for +21 and you should stay away if anything of that triggers you. Mun is over 30 and will not smut with minors.

I am VERY selective since this is just one of five blogs and most memes are ONLY for mutuals, so if I don’t follow you back don’t take it personally, I might just not consider our muses as compatible. I won’t ship with animated characters (comic, anime, videogames etc), singers and refuse certain FCs (e.g. Angelina Jolie, Amber Heard, Katie Holmes, Alanna Masterson, Megan Fox, Jennifer Lawrence, Elizabeth Moss, Tom Cruise, Ben Affleck, Timothee Chalamet, Ian Somerhalder, Brad Pitt)

Rp memes are for mutuals only. Munday and headcanon memes are open for everyone. So if I don’t follow you, I will not interact with you. If you just send me an ask from a character you write without me even following you (and therefore not knowing the character or plot or anything), you’ll get blocked.

I won’t follow personal blogs and probably will block you if you’re not an rp blog I wanna interact with

Don't reblog my threads cause this will fuck up notifications for me and my rp partner. You're welcome to like threads so you can follow them and read them, but this is a RP blog, not a fanfiction blog

This is a hate free space

Multi-ship friendly

No godmodding / meta

If you don’t have an obvious RP blog with at least rules and a character list / bio I can look into, I’ll very likely not roleplay with you

I WONT ROLEPLAY ON DISCORD so don’t ask me for that (discord is just for mutuals and ooc talk)

Again: RP is not RL and I'm not here to win a prize for the most accurate lore story. Please stay respectful or you will be blocked

I have four other rp accounts on here:

#Rules

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claireunoia · 3 years

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PILLOW-HUMPING ➪ jennifer check

❥ ҉ synopsis : your new friend jennifer finds out that you never masturbated before so she decides to teach you a special way to get off

❥ ҉ pairings : jennifer x fem!reader

❥ ҉ word count : 1492 (y’all gettin fed wtf)

❥ ҉ warnings: SMUT, pillow humping, dirty talking, spitting, language, jen bein a meanie for a second, fingering, something around the sorts of cum eating, lemme know if i missed one?

❥ ҉ a/n: ❝hi sexc babes, welcome to the first day well technically the third day of my 2021 kinktober!!! the reason i had to change the dates around a bit is because due to the second round of the tumblr plus protest taking place on the first and second of october, tumblr was too empty to post so hi here i am on the third. but even tho it’s the third day, this is still the first piece ever for my kinktober event so i really hope y’all will enjoy this and the many more dates to come. ilyy <333❞

kinktober masterlist / navigation

“, never have i ever masturbated?”

at jennifer’s question you stilled completely. your eyes darted all over the place as you stayed silent at her question. the more time ticked away with no sound coming from you, jennifer then grew into another fit of giggles; taking your silence as a no. “wow, i knew you were innocent but not this innocent, y/n”

you laugh nervously, a hand coming up to rub at your neck before throwing a little look at the girl in front of you. “pfft- of course i have! i do it like regularly, you know?” you lied straight through your teeth, very obviously at that. your own self cringing at the unconvincingly fib. only cringing more when you see jennifer giving you an amused look.

“oh regularly, right? so what’s a clit y/n?”

you're not really sure if you choked on air or your spit, but you’re sure that you choked.

“i’m s-sorry, a what?”

“your clit, babe” jennifer gives you her signature coy smile as she stares at your flustered face with amusement, finding you so cute. you weren’t able to answer her because you had no idea what she was talking about. at your non-speaking figure jennifer giggles again before silencing herself, causing you to look up at her when you heard the quietness that enveloped the room so suddenly.

“wanna find out?”

at her question you sighed out, your face turning into doubt as you thought it over.

“it’s late and your mom is asleep, we should just-“

“oh cmon, y/n. don’t be such a fucking loser” jennifer then looks at you with irritation swarming in her irises. making you flinch back a little at her sudden change of attitude. at the sight of your hurt eyes, jennifer softens. sighing out, she began moving up closer to you. almost as if she was going to straddle you but not.

“m’ sorry y/n. look, it’ll be fun i promise. i can show you a nice way to masterbaute for your first time” the raven hair girl whispers with a stroke of her perfect, red manicured fingers brushing through the locks of your hair. petting you. the succubus studies your features carefully, seeing every emotion, only smirking when she spots acceptance coming along your features.

you then nod your head, basking in the beautiful way she shows her teeth at you. it still amazes you how you could be “best friends” as she likes to say, with the one and only, intoxicating, jennifer check. she leaned even closer to you. her enchanting face just centimeters away from your own, her delicate lips oh so close to yours. with only one, tiny little movement you and jennifer lips will be meeting one another's, that's how close you two were. you can see just how blue and addicting her orbs were. her eyes were like the never ending, blue ocean waves and you were going for a swim.

“grab a pillow” all though the words that left her mouth confused you, you listened. your hands grabbing one of the pillows from up jennifers bed and holding it close to you cluelessly, peering up at jennifer for more directions. jennifer smiles and grabs it from you, placing the flat pillow right in front of you but not before folding it half and pressing it into the sheets of her bed. once she was done she gave you a raised brow and a devious smirk which excited you and made you nervous at the same time.

“take your shorts off, it works way better that way” as soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly sees your head going a mile a minute as per usual, at her request. even though jennifer was comfortable enough to be wearing just her panties in front of you, you weren’t.

“what if i cover my eyes, will that be better?” jennifer proposes, both of her hands coming up to cover her eyes when she hears a meek “sure” come from you.

only dropping them when she gets your confirmation. she’s quickly met with the sight of you in your cute, pink and yellow polka dot cotton underwear which were very similar to the pair she has on now, just black and red.

“hot” jennifer grins at you, which you shyly smiled at. her compliment relaxing you and making you less nervous about your body being seen.

“hop on, baby” jennifer pats the pillow with a chuckle, signaling you. you listened and followed the small directions that left her as you began to straddle the folded pillow, making yourself get comfortable with the help of jennifer.

“now, just move your hips. feel the pillow”

you nod in understanding, beginning to move your hips ever so slightly. slowly, just feeling the material of the softness of the pillow-case and the cloth of your panties pressed against your folds, the extra layer of your panties making the friction against you more delicious.

your face softly scrunched up a bit, your teeth coming down on your lip. beginning to lower yourself down even more onto the pillow until you feel the right amount of pressure on a certain spot that makes you take a sharp intake of breath while you continue to move back and forth.

“that, what you s’felt right there, that’s your little clit, y/n/n” jennifer inquires. soon hearing the dark-haired girl, lowly giggling breathlessly when she sees you continuing your little movements against the folded pillow in a desperate-seeming manner.

“how does s’feel?”

your eyes flicker up to hers once you hear the simple question she asks you. her bright ocean blues darkened so drastically, they basically look almost completely black. her intent gaze dark and half-lidded, her pearly teeth never stopping its assault on her plump lips.

“j-jen, it f-feels…”

at your stuttering whimper jennifer smirks wildly, her hands coming up to hold at your hips. pushing you down even harder against the pillow, making you let out a pitiful whine. “s-so n-nice” jennifer was practically rolling your hips on her own accord now at this point, peppering little teasing kisses along your sensitive neck and jaw while she did the actions, your eyes fluttering close at both of the sensations.

through your desired-filled moment, you started to hear her speak to you.

“y’wanna know what feels even better?”

at her question, you opened your eyes back up to look at her, patiently and curiously waiting for her to give you the information.

“it feels ‘s amazing when you're soaked and your panties are off”

you weren’t able to respond quick enough before you felt jennifer fingers going down your most sensitive parts, her fingers pulling your panties to the side and making contact with that special part of you she keeps telling you about; making you gasp out.

“j-jennifer…”

at the sound of her name, jennifer peers up at you. giving you a little smile before you then see her hand coming up to her mouth. you look at her with a confused expression, having no idea on what she was about to do. seeing and hearing the sharp, obscure sound of her then spitting in her hand, made your eyes widened immensely wide.

“jen, w-what-“

she didn’t reply to your clueless meeks, placing her palm back on your pussy and began rubbing in her spit onto the expanse of your folds and clit. your arousal practically dripped on her hand as she kept rubbing over you. loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips from left and right. unconsciously rutting your hips along her hand, basically riding her hand at this point.

“holy shit, y/n/n. i didn’t know you could be such a dirty fucking girl” jennifer groans in awe, looking at your core with so much intensity and lust. you felt like her stare could burn you alive right then and there, in that moment. with a chuckle under her breath, the flag girl pulled her now soaked hand away from your pussy. relishing in the way you whimpered out for her hand to be placed back on your little pussy.

she gave you her famous enticing, enchanting stare. her dainty fingers coming up to her juicy lips, rubbing the tips of her wet finger along her bottom lip; as if she was applying your arousal like a coat of lipgloss. her dark orbs slicing into yours harshly, her finger finally going into her mouth. licking and sucking your essance off her fingers before taking the digits out. a loud pop echoing throughout her bedroom.

“ride the pillow, baby. don’t stop until i tell you to”

kinktober taglist 🏷/if ur tag isn’t working pls check ur visibility settings @izzy--bella @justagirlinherownworld @jupiterstearx @dariaclare3 @Poems0417 @macklynn0529 @Passmesomecookies @kayleigghkayleiggh @mommyworldwide @kellykhumz345-blog @flowerkidlxrry @starkey-patterson @mynameberose @daareallgirl @maddiesweetisaddictedtothek-blog @weirdooooo2325 @Heyjelle29 @enmywinningengineer @teenwolfbitches28 @lore-lover @angel4you @misterdav @tomsoxytocin @tomisfuckinghot @no-and-no-and-no @lilostif16 @keyanasstuff @midnightzonzz @peachesbadussy @tokyocupid @maybankprincess @artemishunter18 @obsessedxx @noshamecatluver @Nano2010 @jjmaybanksbitch @meetmyblondemuffins

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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absolutely stunning ~ megan fox

word count: 1824

request?: yes!

"Can you do a fem!reader and Megan Fox story where reader gets all this hate because she’s not as pretty as Megan but Megan tells her how beautiful she is and that she will always love her."

description: in which she's dating the most beautiful woman on the planet, and people like to send her really shitty messages about it

pairing: megan fox x female!reader

warnings: swearing, harassment, people are just dicks man

masterlist (one, two)

I walked onto the set of the photoshoot with a tray of coffees in one hand and a box of muffins in the other. I smiled as I saw my beautiful girlfriend, wearing a beautiful white sweater and a pair of jeans, posing for the photographer taking her picture.

Megan had been named one of “the most beautiful actresses of all time”, or something along those lines, for some magazine. Rightfully so, but I may be bias considering I’m her girlfriend and all.

When she glanced over and saw me, Megan’s face brightened with excitement. “Hey baby!”

She practically ran over to greet me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

“Megan, sweetie, don’t ruin your makeup!” the photographer chastised her.

She pulled away, giggling slightly. “Sorry! Slipped my mind.”

“I thought you could use a snack and an energy booster,” I said, holding out the coffee and the muffins to her.

“You know me a little too well. I’m starving here.”

She was about to take them both from me when a hand suddenly shot out between the two of us. The photographer glared at me a moment before turning to Megan. “No coffee or snacks until after the photoshoot is finished. You don’t need coffee stained teeth or crumbs on your white sweater.”

“Crumbs are only easy to wipe off, and you can edit any coffee stained teeth I may have.”

“We’re almost finished with this set of pictures. You can have a quick break afterwards where you can eat and drink to your hearts content.”

Megan sighed and turned to face me. “Thanks, babe. We can go hang out in my dressing room when I’m finished with this if you want.”

“I’d be down for that. You know I’ll always wait for you.”

She smiled at me. I could never get enough of that smile. It was so breathtaking and beautiful.

As she started to walk away, I realized the photographer was stood next to me still. He was eyeing me, a look on his face that could only be described as disgust. I shuffled awkwardly under his disproving gaze.

“Would it kill her to dress up once in a while?” he muttered as he turned away from me.

“Excuse me?” I questioned.

“Nothing,” he said, waving a dismissive hand at me.

“No, I know you said something. I want you to repeat it for me.”

He sighed and turned back to look at me. “You came to visit your girlfriend on set of a photoshoot for beautiful actresses and look what you’re wearing; a pair of ratty leggings and a hoodie. No makeup, your hair isn’t even done. It looks like you’re out running errands, not coming to a big photoshoot. It’s not exactly the first time you’ve looked like you just rolled out of bed either.”

I felt so tough before, challenging this rude photographer to repeat the insult he had said. But now that he had, any toughness I felt melted away. I felt my lip quivering, threatening to let the tears welling in my eyes roll down my cheeks. I blinked them away, refusing to let him see my weakness. Not right now, anyways.

“Hey!” Megan called. “Are we taking pictures or what?”

The photographer turned away from me. His mood completely changed, as if he hadn’t just completely destroyed my self esteem within seconds.

I have to get out of here. I can’t let anyone see me like this.

I quickly placed the things in my hand on a nearby table and walked towards the nearest hallway. I wasn’t sure where I was going, I just knew I needed to be alone.

It didn’t take long for me to find a vacant bathroom. I ran in just in time for the waterworks to start. I slammed the door behind me and locked it just to make sure no one would walk in on me.

I was faced immediately with the mirror over the sink, a fair enough distance away from the door that I could see my entire body. I was wearing an oversized hoodie that I liked to wear to be comfortable, and I didn’t think my leggings were “ratty”. They were just soft, black leggings. But now I was looking at them in a different light. Not to mention the fact that my face was now red and splotchy from my tears. I had to look away or else I’d just make everything worse.

It wasn’t the first time I had received that kind of criticism. I wasn’t famous like Megan was, I was just a normal girl. I had never been in the spotlight before, I never felt like I had to look my best in case I was spotted out just doing normal person things.

But it seemed that’s what was expected of me now. Not from Megan, of course. She hated the “needless dressing up at every moment” aspect of her fame. It was her fans and entertainment media that had these high expectations for me - someone that they didn’t even know. So when I didn’t meet these expectations, which seemed to be most times I ever left my house, I became the focus of their negative attention.

I had seen all the insults: lazy, ugly, not good enough, disappointing. I tried not to let it get to me, but it was hard when I was seeing my face nearly everywhere with some negative caption written under it. It especially hurt when Megan’s fans joined in on the hate, but I was lucky to somewhat avoid them with all of my social media accounts being private.

I tried not to look back in the mirror as I turned on the sink to wet my face. I couldn’t hide in here forever, but I wasn’t about to walk back out looking worse than I did when I came in.

There was a knock at the door as the first bit of cold water hit my face.

“Occupied!” I called.

“(Y/N), it’s me.”

I froze. There was no way I was letting Megan see me like this. I didn’t need her to get upset or concerned, or to see my splotchy face.

“I’ll be out in a second, babe! I’ll meet you in your dressing room.”

“(Y/N), I want to come in.”

I sighed. I knew there was no getting out of this. I crossed the bathroom to unlock the door and let her in. Her eyes widened the moment she saw me.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” she asked, taking my face in her hands.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I said, trying to pull away. The damage was already done, though, as Megan was following me into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

“I want to know what he said to you,” she told me.

“Nothing was said to me.”

“Babe, I know when you’re lying. Even if I didn’t, I saw the photographer was talking to you before you ran off, and now you’re crying.”

“I didn’t run off,” I muttered, knowing full well I basically had.

Megan cupped my chin in her hand and gently moved my head so I was looking at her. “(Y/N), please tell me what he said.”

I knew I couldn’t lie to her. She would figure out one way or another.

“He said I should’ve dressed up more to come see you. He said I look like I’m just out running errands or that I just rolled out of bed, and that’s how I always look.”

“What does it matter how you dress? You’re coming to visit me, you’re not going to some extravagant event where you’re winning a Nobel Prize or something.”

I chuckled slightly, but shook my head. “You know why it’s such a big deal.”

The angered look on her face confirmed that for me. “I’m gonna kill him.”

I grabbed her arm before she could make it to the door. “No! You don’t have to, it’s not worth it! It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine!” she said. “What he said to you, what everyone says to you is not fucking fine. Everyone treats you like garbage because you’re just a normal person trying to live a normal life, and you happen to be dating someone they think is so hot and attractive, and it’s not fair to you.”

I was taken back by her outburst. I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I knew she didn’t like the way the media viewed either of us, but I didn’t know she felt this passionate about it.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” I managed to get out.

She looked at me, the anger washing away from her face. “Of course I do. I see what people say about you, and I see how it affects you, even though you try to hide it from me. I hate seeing you so upset, especially over something that’s so untrue.”

I smiled a little, shaking my head. “I wouldn’t say it’s so untrue. Maybe if I took more pride in my appearance or tried to dress up more - ”

“You dress however you feel is appropriate. You shouldn’t have to dress yourself up just to go out in public.” She cupped my face again, bringing it closer to hers. “Not that you have to dress up at all. You’re beautiful, just the way you are.”

“You think so?”

She smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. “I know so.”

I smiled and closed the small gap between us, placing my lips on hers. I could feel the tears returning, but this time they were tears of happiness.

Megan waited while I splashed my face with cold water again and dried it. Once I was finished, she took my hand and opened the bathroom door. She practically dragged me back to set, where the photographer looked more disgruntled than he had all day.

“Nice of you to finally join us again,” he said.

“Oh, I’m not joining you for long,” Megan said. “Just getting my things then I’m leaving.”

“What?! You can’t leave. We’re not even finished shooting yet!”

“We are now. And just so you know, I’ll be calling my agent tonight to request a new photographer for the remainder of this shoot. I’d rather not work with the asshole who insulted my girlfriend.”

His face fell and turned incredibly pale. “W-What are you talking about? I - I never said - ”

“Save it,” Megan cut him off. “I’m done here, and you’re done completely.”

She quickly collected her things and the two of us walked out together. I could hear the photographer worriedly talking to someone about trying to save his job before the doors swung shut behind us.

I laced my fingers through Megan’s and gave her hand a squeeze. “That was kinda hot.”

She smiled at me. “Thanks, but not at hot as you are.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hi, babe! Can I please request something with soft dark!Jennifer where she and reader are not official (although madly in love) and get distant, until Jennifer sees her with someone else and is like "not on my watch 🤨"? Reader loves her too but she's an insecure bean and thinks Jennifer is out of her league, hence why she goes after other people. 💕💕

hi baby! I hope you like it! thank you for requesting this!

summary - jennifer doesn't like others touching what's hers.

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

Jennifer was seething. How dare you smile at someone who wasn’t her. How dare you let this person touch you. You were hers. Was this why you haven’t spoken to her in so long? Because you were too caught up in someone else? You had been ignoring her recently, becoming more distant even though you both had confessed your love for each other. She rolled her eyes. She knew she should’ve made it official with you. Of course, your pretty little head couldn’t understand you were hers, even without the dumb title.

She made her way over, her hips swaying with each step. Your head turned in her direction at the sound of her heels clicking. She smirked when your eyes widened, mouthing ‘hey baby’ before she appeared before you, eyeing the person who dared to be in your presence. “Hi, sugar. Who’s your friend?” Your eyes fall to her lips as they fall into a deadly smile, feeling yourself become putty at how gorgeous she is.

“U–um… This is…” Your mouth opens and closes, slowly blinking as you become lost in her eyes. Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest, forgetting about the person next to you until they clear their throat, awkwardly saying their goodbye’s before quickly rushing off.

She leans forward, cupping your chin in her perfectly manicured hand and stares into your eyes. “Whatcha doing with them, baby? Don’t you know your mine?” Her eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “Hmm?” She pouts before smirking. “I’ve been worried, my little sugarplum. You’ve been avoiding me.” You blink more, staring into her pretty eyes. Jennifer’s thumb strokes your cheek. “Answer me, baby.”

“I–uh…” You gulp, feeling your heart race as you smell her sweet vanilla scent and the cherry lollipop she had recently been sucking on, wishing you could taste it from her tongue. “W–why do you care so much… It’s not like I’m your type. I’m just… Me.” You pout, shivering as she glares down at you.

She pouts, her hand moving down to grip your throat softly. “Why wouldn’t I care, baby? Don’t you realise how much I care for you? You’re so sweet and pretty and all mine.” She whispers, leaning closer and pressing a sweet kiss on your plump, pouted lips. “Always taste like strawberries.” She hums, licking her lips.

You whimper, leaning into her touch as your eyes begin to flutter. “B–but you’re out of my league….”

Jennifer giggles, her other hand coming down and resting on your hip. “No, I’m not, baby girl. We’re in the same league. The prettiest of the bunch.” Her hand returns to cupping your cheek, nodding your head along with hers. “Yes, we are, baby. So pretty and soft. I love you so much.”

You whine. “I love you too.”

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fandom-junkie2020 · 2 years

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Why We’re Here

Machine Gun Kelly x Reader (requested)

Summary: After a terrible accident, Colson finds himself sitting beside Y/N in the hospital.

Request: i was thinking 11, 14, 18 maybe having to do w some kind of accident/something along that line just angst and fluff and all the emotions lol

11. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

14. “You need to eat something”

18. “I know this hurts but you have to stay awake”

WARNINGS: being in the hospital, injuries, swearing, blood

Date Uploaded: 11/25/2021

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The first sense that came to her when she woke up was hearing. The sounds around her consisted of a beeping sound that wouldn’t go away and the light whisperings of a pair of individuals. Despite how hard she tried, Y/N was unable to process what was being said past the incessant beeping.

The second sense to come to her was touch. She could feel the pressure of someone else’s hand on hers. Sadly, the ability to feel this comforting pressure was accompanied by multiple sharp pains throughout her body. Her lungs, every time she breathed in, assisted with a sharp, stabbing pain throughout her chest. Her ankle started to ache and throb due to the snug fit of the cotton and ace bandages that doctors had wrapped around the wound

The third sense that returned was sight. Y/N peeled her eyes open and lazilly looked toward the ceiling. The ceiling was a painfully bright shade of white and it almost looked like large tiles. Her gaze then shifted to the person who was exerting pressure onto her hand. The first recognizable trait of this person had been the floppy mop of hair that was pushed in every which way. The man was talking to a younger girl seated next to him with dark, curly hair that was pulled into a bun at the top of her head.

The girl glanced toward Y/N--only for a second--and was taken aback by the tired eyes that gazed back at her. “Dad!” she had exclaimed as she rose from her seat and placed a hand on her fathers shoulder.

Colson’s head snapped around to look at the love of his life who, up until now, had been stuck lying in a hospital bed while doctors poked and prodded her to ensure the injuries she sustained weren't too severe. He quickly raised his hand to the side of her head, rubbing the side of her forehead as he spoke, “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” Y/N’s voice was strained and weak. She was barely able to produce sound due to her mouth feeling like it had been stuffed with gauze and the prolonged time that she hadn’t spoken for.

“Cas, can you go get the doctor?”

“Yea, no problem”

Y/N and Colson stared at each other before either of them said anything. The two stared at each other. Colson’s gaze was one filled with worry. Y/N’s was in admiration. The beautiful man before her was the one and only thing that was clouding her mind. He was in much better shape than she was. The only noticeable injury upon him was a cut across his nose. That and it looked as if he’d had a bloody nose. It looked as though he’d taken a tissue and wiped underneath his nose, making no real effort to clean up.

Colson coughed lightly before softly asking, “Do you remember anything that happened?”

Y/N thought for a moment. There was nothing. No matter how hard she tried, the memories wouldn’t return to her. “No,” she responded quietly.

Colson wasn’t as fortunate.

“Y/N! Y/N” Colson’s screams echoed through the dark LA air.

Y/N lay on the passenger’s side with her head bent onto her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slowed.

Colson groaned as he reached his hand to his forehead. He couldn’t detect any serious injury there so his hand traveled down to his nose where blood was pouring from a cut and out of his nostrils. Once his fingertips were coated in the liquid he brought his hand in front of his face.

Groaning again, he looked over at Y/N. His heart started racing faster than it already was and his breathing began to rapidly incline. His hands shook and his muscles started to tense. Colson reached over to Y/N and gripped her shoulder, “Y/N, hey, Y/N, wake up.” A distressed cry left Colson’s as emotions and adrenaline coursed through his body. Anxiety crawled up his body as he attempted to unbuckle his seatbelt. He fumbled with the button, but once he unbuckled he flung his body around in order to face Y/N more clearly. There was a gash across Y/N’s forehead, causing blood to gush down her face.

“Y/N, come on, hun, wake up,” he carefully took her head in his hands and rubbed the pads of his thumbs against her cheekbones. Tears were gathering in his eyes the longer time passed. The worst thoughts were running through his head as he watched the one he loved incapacitated due to his own actions.

Just when Colson was losing all hope, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open.

“I know this hurts but you have to stay awake”

Colson’s eyes filled with tears as he recalled the event that hadn’t happened more than a couple of days ago. Ever since they had both been admitted into the hospital, Colson had been itching to figure out what was wrong with Y/N. For a while, he wasn’t allowed to leave his room. The hospital was closely monitoring his vitals and making sure that he didn’t have anything more than a concussion.

“You need to eat something,” Colson reached over to the side table where a tray of various cafeteria foods had been placed.

Y/N glanced over before stopping Colson from grabbing the whole try, “Just the jello?”

Colson chuckled, “Sure, just the jello.” He opened the container before passing it to her, providing her with a spoon.

Cassie and the doctor had returned halfway through the jello cup.

“How are we doing here?” the doctor asked.

Y/N held up the jello cup, “Eating jello.”

“Glad to see you're up and eating.”

The doctor proceeded to go through various different tests while informing the couple of everything going on. It was a complicated world. A million things could happen at any second. They were informed that it was best to stay in the hospital for a few more days--just in case.

After talking to the doctor for a good long while, Colson, Cassie, and Y/N were settling into the room. Now, with everyone awake, the three were able to spend quality time together watching random hospital TV. At that moment, the show Golden Girls played. The three laughed and talked for what felt like hours.

Y/N looked over at Colson, adoration in her eyes.

How did I end up here? She thought to herself. How did I end up with an amazing man and his amazing daughter? It’s everything I could have hoped for--even if I’m lying in a hospital bed at the moment.

Colson felt her stare and returned his partner's eye contact, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“How much I love you.”

“You’re a cheesy motherfucker,” he smiled and laughed. She returned his smile with as much enthusiasm.

The two gazed into each other's eyes for a lifetime. It was a magical moment in a not so magical place. They wouldn’t have wanted this moment to be any different. They were perfect. Cassie, situated beside Colson, had fallen asleep an hour prior to this encounter. Colson, who had over worried himself for hours, was now comfortably seated next to his daughter and the love of his life. And Y/N was with the two people who saved her, who helped her through everything. So much love and care was coursing through their bodies. Unconditional happiness filled the room despite the circumstances.

The longer Y/N looked into Colson’s eyes the more she noticed how tired he was. They had grown glossy and were starting to droop, “Hey, babe?”

Colson broke out of his trance, “Yeah?”

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“Umm, honestly I’m not sure.”

“Come here then.”

Hesitantly, Colson stood from his chair and positioned himself closer to Y/N’s bed. Y/N moved over so that there would be enough room for him to lay down, “You aren’t going to break me, babe.”

“Oh shut up, jackass,” he laughed and layed down next to Y/N. He laid on his side and placed his arm across her abdomen. He looked up at her the same way he had moments ago, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #imagine #fanfiction #colson baker #Pete Davidson #megan fox

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lost4words · 2 years

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MEGAN BABY 🤩

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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fox n styles

this was an ask but i forgot to answer it!! so here it is oops!! <33

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eNEWS It’s been 7 years since the devilish romance between Fox and Styles took flight. Now, despite their age gap and Styles’ love for older women, they are celebrating their anniversary! Read more here…

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harryfan1 man i hate enews

meganfan1 theyre so hot wtaf

megan_fox Yup harry looooves older women

harrystyles @/megan_fox Only you

meganfan2 im getting hades x persephone vibes

harryfan2 @/meganfan2 omg write a fanfic

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harrystyles Lads

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harryfan1 OMG IS THAT ASHTON

ashtonfan1 @/harryfan1 YEAH😭😭😭

harryfan2 harry could punch me and i’d say sorry

megan_fox @/harryfan2 he wouldn’t even step on an ant

gemmastyles How cool

ashtonirwin @/gemmastyles How’s my english love affair?

harrystyles @/ashtonirwin :|

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megan_fox Red kisses today

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harrystyles I don’t mind

harryfan1 HES SO UGH

harryfan2 harry is so lucky

meganfan1 i would

user1029384 Those lips🔥🔥

harrystyles @/user1029384 Aren’t yours.

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dailymail Megan Fox and Harry Styles make an appearance at the chairty fundraiser in aid of their new ‘Help for the Homeless’ project. See more details here…

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harryfan1 wow they look divine

harryfan2 that suit is more expensive than my kidneys

meganfan1 she could run me over and i’d say thanks

harrystyles ❤️

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megan_fox Love you, baby

596,688 comments

harryfan1 OMG METRRY CONTENT

harryfan2 is it true he pierced his own ear?

megan_fox @/harryfan2 Yes with a little help from me!

harrystyles @/megan_fox “help”!!! You sat and laughed…

harryfan3 he looks high

markronson @/harryfan3 🪁🪁

meganfan1 she loves him so much

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harrystyles She lives in daydream with me

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harryfan1 ARE WE GETTING A SHE MV

harryfan2 MEGAN IS SHE

jeffazoff 👀

harryfan3 JEFF KNOWS

megan_fox Oh this was fun

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fanaccount101 FUCK FUCK FGUYS LOOK OMG parents look ssooo GOOD

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harryfan1 OMG ITS MEGAN AND HARRY WTF

megan_fox Parents?

harrystyles Hello child?

fanaccount101 THEY COMMENTED OMG IM GONNA —

meganfan1 they’re fucking fit together

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chriscdcase95 · 3 years

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My crossover prompt of the week. (Not that I have an actual fic in mind with this concept, but my mind likes to go places)

So I’m re-watching Sunny Family Cult, and it was pointed out on a Dead Meat Kill Count video how Taylor’s actress, Trew Mullen, resembles a combination of Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried.

Now that I see it, I can’t unee it.

With this in mind; imagine a crossover AU of Sunny Family Cult and Jennifer’s Body.

Taylor’s character, and her arc remains otherwise the same...except this time she is a Needifer child. Obviously, there would have to be an age/timeline adjustment (I’m one of those writers who really does the math on these kind of things. Other than that, she’s still this dark messianic figure of prophecy, still raised and groomed into a murder cult.

And is targeted by Roger for the same reasons. The only major difference is that she is Jennifer and Needy’s daughter, and would either be part or full succubus. This Taylor’s still conflicted about her place and destiny in all this (in part of her succubus side).

The reason this isn’t much of a plot bunny for me is because I can’t think that much on what their dynamic is. Maybe this Taylor is kidnapped by the cult at a young age ? Maybe Needifier is on and off in raising her, and are estranged for other reason; only it’s only in the present day they become more part of her life.

I can’t think of much as far as parenting headcanons go, but one thing I can see is that Jennifer and Needy would have the Fun Parent, Responsible Parent dynamic, although between the two, Needy is the more murderously protective (Needy: “The worst Jennifer will do is kill ya. Me ? I get creative.”)

While Jennifer’s personality otherwise remains the same, her more motherly slide slips through the cracks only every now and then. This is Jennifer Check we’re talking about. One thing I can see is Jennifer noticing how close Taylor and Jaina are, as “friends” and tease her relentlessly over it, while trying to help her out of the closet.

Like I said, I don’t have that much to think off for a story, just these different ideas.

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lizzy-williams · 4 years

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𝐦𝐫. 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

((Howdy there, this is my first time writing on here, so I hope you enjoy!))

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Summary: You accept a job as an assistant to the now world-famous Colson Baker, who shattered the charts with his album Tickets To My Downfall, and an Oscar winner for his success in the award-winning film titled Midnight in the Switchgrass, which also starred his ex, Megan Fox. But once you are accepted for the job, you seem to get closer than anticipated with Mr. Baker.

𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑫 graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business administration, you had never expected to be getting a job like this. Sure, you had heard about your employer. He had won an Oscar for christ’s sake. Not to mention a Grammy-winning album. You had to say that personally, you were a fan, which was one of the main reasons you interviewed for the job. But never in a million years did you think you would land it.

When you were employed, you were expected to start right after you had applied, which you obliged, even though his house was a thirty-minute drive away.

So now, there you were, sitting in your car, taking deep breaths. You had arrived several minutes early. You had pulled into the driveway, breathing in and out as you prepared yourself. You were excited but scared out of your mind.

“Come on, AJ, you got this, just go in there and try to not be a nuisance,” you spoke to yourself. With a deep breath, you exited the vehicle brushing yourself up, walking up the long, intimidating stairs.

You raised your hand up, taking hold of the lion-shaped knocker and knocked three times, the echos being heard even from the outside. The door was large and almost looming over you with its height. You took the waiting time to look around at the garden out front, trimmed to perfection and colorful pink roses littering the gravel. It was nothing less than stunning.

“Who’s there?” a voice asked, making you jump, your eyes shifting around.

You then realized the voice was a Ring doorbell system, and you mentally slapped yourself for not just using that. You leaned down slightly, trying to meet the camera’s eye, giving a warm smile.

“Um, I’m Adeline Williams, I’m the new assistant for Mr. Baker, I was instructed to start today,”

“Yeah, I’ll be right down.”

The voice was deeper then what you would think Mr. Baker would sound like, having seen plenty of interviews. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing a tall African-American male. He had to be at least six feet tall.

“What’s up, I’m Slim,” He held his hand out for a handshake, which you quickly took.

“Yeah, I’m Adeline, but you can just call me AJ,” you responded, “Where is Mr. Baker?”

“Yeah, he’s still asleep. His manager made you a binder for your duties and other stuff. It’s good to meet you though, just feel free to come in and grab your stuff in the kitchen.” He stated, stepping aside and motioning for you to enter.

You walked in, taking in the entryway. The walls were littered with gold record plaques for collabs he had done with other artists. Paintings of him were scattered around, some furniture almost automatically spotted that looked more expensive than your entire apartment. The ceiling was high-up, light fixtures illuminating the space, giving off a warm feel to the area.

You slipped off your flats, Slim already slipping away into the maze of the house, leaving you to find the kitchen by yourself. Your sock-clad feet patted across the hard floor, your eyes wandering around, trying to find the kitchen in the stupidly large house.

You walked down a hallway, reaching another large room, but now the walls were covered in posters and guitars, a drum set in the corner, recording systems, speakers, and even a Monster Energy Drink sponsored mini fridge which was fully stocked, drawings and art above it, the window next to it letting a fair amount of light in, the curtains drawn. You walked over to the drum set, running your hand on one of the symbols, which had sadly had a light coat of dust on it. Come to think of it, so did most of the other instruments.

“You could play them if you want,” another voice said behind you, making you jump and whip around, your eyes instantly meeting the eyes of your employer.

He was tall, six foot four according to Google, his exposed chest littered with so many tattoos, you couldn’t possibly count them all. His bleach-blond hair was long and shaggy on top of his head, meaning he had probably just woken up, grey sweatpants covering his bottom half, the hem of his boxers peeking over the waistband of the grey material, making you blush and meet his eyes again.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I don’t play,” you then mentally slapped yourself once again, “Sorry, what am I saying. I’m Adeline - Um, Williams, I’m here as your new assistant.”

He looked you up and down, taking in you attire, a slight sneer appearing on his face, only for a second. You guessed by his reaction that you were over-dressed.

“You look like a kindergarten teacher.” he laughed.

“Uhm, noted, do you... want me to take off my sweater or something?” you asked.

He scoffed, biting his lip and turning away, holding back from saying something that you were guessing would piss you off.

You sighed, slipping off your sweater and messing with your hands, “Would you mind showing me to your kitchen? Your friend, Slim told me that your manager had had something in there for me,”

“Yeah, follow me,” he muttered, turning on his heel and walking away, your own small feet scuttering across the floor, following him.

And of course, the kitchen was as stunning at the rest of the house, the size, making it look like a gourmet kitchen. And there on one of the granite countertops was a .5 inch pale white binder. Colson walked over to his coffee machine, starting it up and watching you walk over, opening it up.

It listed normal duties like setting up venues for tours, making appointments with the production company, merchandise shipment, and payment, normal duties for Colson himself, (Making iced coffee, booking flights, rides for Casie, his daughter, for school, etc.), and traveling with him to the recording studio for sessions, along with renting time for the studio itself.

“So, what do ya think. The list gonna scare you off?” he asked, a sly smile on his face.

“Well, seems easy enough. It just seems like a lot of booking things.” you smiled, “But it shouldn’t be a problem at all, Mr. Baker.”

He grimaced, “Yikes, just call me Colson. You make me sound like an old man. And if I’m going to be seeing you every day, we kinda need to be on a first-name basis.” he said, opening one of the hundreds of cabinets on the wall, pulling out a mug, “What’s your name again?”

“Adeline. But you can just call me AJ.” you looked back down at the papers, turning to a page to all the numbers needed for your position.

“What’s the J?”

“Huh?” you asked, not looking away from the page.

“Well, in AJ I already know what the A is, so what’s the J?” He smirked, pouring the coffee grounds into the coffee maker, pressing start.

“Oh, um, Jane.” you shrugged off.

“Adeline Jane Williams,” he repeated to himself out loud.

Your heart unintentionally fluttered. Never in a million years did you think that Colson Baker, Machine Gun Kelly, would ever say your full name.

The day went by smoothly, your brain soon catching onto the rhythm of things, you and Colson making small talk as you typed away, sending emails to the publishing companies, his agent, manager, and PR team. Colson would occasionally text you to make him a drink, which you did, always getting right back to work afterward. People came in and out, paying you no mind. The only one you honestly recognized was Rook, his drummer, who only came in to grab a beer from the fridge. Soon enough, the time reached 5 o’clock.

“So, what do you wanna eat?” he suddenly asked, walking into the kitchen area, leaning over the counter you were working at.

The sound of the TV played as you heard the laughter of a group of people in the other room.

“Oh, I honestly have no preference,” you answered honestly, looking up from your Chromebook.

“You sure? Me and the guys were gonna Postmate some stuff, but they can’t decide either.”

“Ummm, I heard there’s a really good restaurant downtown called Beau Jo's. Hear they have a mean menu of Cajun food.” you perked up,

“Alright, Beau Jo’s it is.” He responded, picking up his phone and walking away.

Even though you two had small talk, you still felt like he was so cold to you. Like he didn’t like you, or he didn’t trust you. But you really needed this job. After you finished with your work, you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

There, you were greeted with glancing eyes of 20 or more people, who were scattered throughout the space.

A man walked up to you, looking eccentric as ever. You only knew him because you knew he dated Bella Thorne, but you would never tell him that.

“Heyyyy, you must be the new assistant. Welcome to the best years of your life!” he greeted, slinging an arm around your shoulders, a cola in his other hand. The smell of expensive cologne.

“Modern Sunshine, I presume?” I asked in a snobby British accent, making him laugh.

“Yo Kells! I like this chick!” he called out to Colson, who was across the room talking to some blond broad in short shorts and a crop top.

“Why don’t you come meet the rest of the guys.”

Well, you knew it was coming. It was the end of the night and everyone had gone home, and it was your job to order Ubers for everyone who wasn’t fit to drive. (Which was close to half the people there).

You gathered up your things, sighing as you grabbed your kindergarten teacher sweater, packing it in your bag along with your computer and everything else. Finally, you tucked the binder into the back pocket.

“You heading out?” Colson asked from behind you, his hand on your shoulder.

Your arms formed goosebumps as you looked back smiling, “Yeah, I think it’s that time.”

“Cool. Well, have a good night.” he said while you slipped on your flats, “Oh, and one more thing before you go.”

You turned your head to look into his eyes.

“Tomorrow wear something more... spicy,”

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