✉️ : for one night, megan feels real again—and you don’t dare ask why.
💌 : smut & mild angst, read to find out :)
hi…. im back….👀👀👀👀
the world was a blurry, watercolor painting of streetlights and spinning headlights. you stumbled through your front door, the familiar click of the lock sounding like a gunshot in the quiet apartment. the cheap wine you'd been drinking all night was still buzzing in your veins, a warm, fuzzy feeling that made everything feel soft and distant.
and then... you saw her.
leaning against the wall by the kitchen, a soft smile on her face, was megan. she was wearing that green hoodie you always loved, the one that you'd borrow every night and would attempt to steal several times. her hair was slightly messy, falling into her eyes.
“mei?" you slurred, your heart lurching in your chest. you blinked, trying to clear your vision, but she was still there.
"you're... you're here."
"m'here, angel," she said, her voice the same gentle melody you remembered. she pushed off the wall and walked towards you, her steps silent on the floorboards. "you're a mess. c'mon, let's get you to bed."
she took your hand, her fingers cool and familiar, and led you down the hallway. you followed blindly, a lump forming in your throat. you didn't question it. you never did anymore. in your drunken haze, this was normal. this was real.
she sat you on the edge of your bed, kneeling to pull off your heels. "you drank too much again," she murmured softly, looking up at you with those soft, knowing eyes.
“jus' missed you,” you whispered, your voice cracking. you reached out to touch her hair, your fingers trembling. "mei... stay 'pease."
megan chuckled, a soft, airy sound that made your chest ache. she leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed.
"i’m not going anywhere, baby.”
"need you s'bad, please," you begged, tears welling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks. it was a desperate, pathetic plea, but you didn't care. you just needed her.
her expression softened, a sad, knowing smile on her lips.
“c’mere, princess… why the tears, hm?”
she gently wipes your tears before getting up, guiding you to lie back against the pillows. her movements were slow, deliberate, as if shr was afraid you might break. she hovered over you, her body a comforting weight you hadn't realized you were starving for.
"shhh, s' okay," she cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "i've got you."
her hands were gentle as they roamed your body, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist. she peeled off your clothes with a reverence that made you want to cry all over again. when her fingers finally dipped between your legs, you gasped, arching into her touch.
she was so soft, so careful. it wasn't the frantic, needy touching you were used to from your own lonely nights. this was different. this was megan. she knew every spot that made you shiver, every rhythm that made your breath hitch. she worked you slowly, building you up until you were a whimpering, trembling mess beneath her.
"that's it, baby," she whispered against your skin, her fingers moving in slow, torturous circles. "let go f'me. i've got you."
and you did. you came with a choked sob, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. it was intense and overwhelming, a release that felt like it was tearing you apart and putting you back together all at once.
you lay there panting, your eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the feeling of her arms wrapping around you, for the sound of her heartbeat against your ear.
but you couldn't hear it—you couldn't feel it. it never came, you frown.
you slowly opened your eyes,
the room was empty.
the spot on the bed beside you was cold and undisturbed. there was no indent in the pillow where her head should have been. there was no scent of her shampoo in the air.
there was only you.
and your own fingers, still buried deep inside your pussy.
the realization hit you like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs. the alcohol was ripped away from your body and mind, leaving you cold and sober and utterly alone. a gut-wrenching sob tore from your throat.
you curled into a ball, your face pressed into the pillow as you cried. you didn't even bother to move your hand, your fingers still twitching inside you, a cruel reminder of the ghost you had just made love to. the pleasure had faded, leaving behind nothing but a hollow, aching emptiness that mirrored the one in your chest.
𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 #3
we forgot about last week...sorry 😭 once again, your choice of photos or words as a response + have fun!
1. what would your spirit animal be?
2. fav album of all time
3. dream tattoo (if you're not into tattoos, then show us a piece of art you like!)
4. fav quote of all time
5. fav season
#ship it QOTW
⚓️ operationship
hi ship it we missed you 🖤
1. what would your spirit animal be?
a snow tiger just because I love them and just like any felidae
2. fav album of all time
these three, I genuinely cant pick because they are all great and are on my Spotify wrapped every year 🥹
mama's gun - erykah badu a great chaos -ken carson ctrl - SZA
3. dream tattoo
this drawing has been saved to my Pinterest for months now but I think I'm too scary to actually get it.
4. fav quote of all time
"I am blooming from the wound where I one bled." -Rune Lazuli
5. fav season
Fall because I get to live out my christian girl autumn fantasy ☕
𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 #2
2nd round!! your choice of answering with photos, words, or both :)
HYPOTHETICALLY...
1. if you were on death row, what would your last meal be?
2. if you could travel anywhere for free, where would it be?
3. if you could have dinner with 3 people dead, alive, or fictional, who would it be?
4. if you could only use 1 emoji for the rest of your life, what would it be?
5. if you had to be a brand of chips, what would you be?
#ship it QOTW
⚓️ operationship
1. if you were on death row, what would your last meal be?
Probably pho, a Buc-ee’s brisket Sandwich and a sweet tea cause I’m country 😌
2. if you could travel anywhere for free, where would it be?
Thailand Orr Malaysia
3. if you could have dinner with 3 people dead, alive, or fictional, who would it be?
Anna Nicole smith, Xaviersobased, and Sade this is also my dream blunt rotation.
4. if you could only use 1 emoji for the rest of your life, what would it be?
It would be “🥹” it is so versatile and I love it cause it’s just like so 🥹🥹🥹
5. if you had to be a brand of chips, what would you be?
Miss Vickie’s specifically the jalapeño flavored ones
𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 #𝟭
hope you've been having a great week :) ...more photos!
1. fav color
2. fav movie
3. something that made you smile recently
4. fav katseye outfit
5. BIGGEST GIRL CRUSH (real, fictional, cartoon, you name it)
6. biggest hear me out (we're making a hear me out cake)
#ship it QOTW
⚓️ operationship
1.fav color
I hate to be that person but I don’t really have one but probably green
2.fav movie
Probably B.A.P.S or little miss sunshine
3. Something that made me smile recently
Getting paid lmao
4. Fav Katseye outfit
That custom gap on that they wore for the teen vogue summit
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