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megan was an absolute vision on that stage, a force of nature that commanded every single eye in the room. she had always been breathtaking, but there was something visceral about the way she performed— a raw, oozing confidence that radiated from her every movement while performing in front of fans and the outfits that left little to nothing to the imagination. every every curve on display created an agonising tension in the pit of your stomach, fueling a primal urge to simply reach out and tear those skimpy pieces of clothing right off her body.
but you held back, you could control yourself, you had to. a sex scandal was the last thing anyone wanted. so you played the part of the composed partner, though internally, you were fraying at the edges.
“y/n?” the sound of her voice snapped you back to reality. you realised you had been staring intently at the curve of her back for a few seconds too long. megan had turned around, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity, tilting her head as she looked at you. “you good? you looked like you were in another dimension.”
you licked your lips, your gaze traveling slowly up from her legs to her eyes. you swallowed hard, the air in the kitchen feeling suddenly thick and heavy. the restraint you'd maintained all night snapped in a single moment of daring. “can i eat you out?” you asked, your voice low and lustfilled.
megan’s eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. a deep, crimson blush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks. she instinctively glanced around the room; the bathroom was far from the ideal setting for such an act, megan much preferred lying down. but as she looked back down at you, she saw the hunger in your eyes. you looked like you were seconds away from begging, and the sheer intensity of your desire sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. she felt a sudden, heavy dampness between her thighs, her own longing mirroring yours.
a small, breathless smile tugged at her lips. “yes,” she whispered, the word barely audible. the moment the permission left her lips, you jumped up, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. you crashed your lips against hers in a kiss that was less of a thank you and more of a claim, desperate and hungry. megan groaned into your mouth, her hands gripping your shoulders as she leaned into the heat of you.
your hands moved frantically, grabbing the hem of her cropped top and pulling it over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly onto the tiled floor. without breaking the kiss, you guided her forward before turning her around and pressing her down against the cool, hard surface of the bathroom counter.
megan let out a soft gasp as her palms slapped against the granite, her body stretching out before you. you trailed a line of searing kisses down the nape of her neck, moving slowly down the sensitive skin of her spine. as your lips pressed into the small of her back, megan let out a sharp moan, her back arching instinctively, pressing her hips back against you in a silent plea for more.
you didn't stop at the small of her back. you continued your descent, your lips leaving a trail of fire across her skin, savoring the way she shivered under your touch. every kiss was a deliberate, slow torture that had her gripping the edge of the granite counter so hard her knuckles turned white in anticipation. you could hear her breathing becoming erratic, those shallow, needy gasps that told you she was getting hornier with each second that passed.
as you reached the swell of her hips, you paused for a heartbeat, feeling the heat radiating off her. with one swift motion, you gripped the waistband of her grey sweatpants and panties, pulling them both down in one fluid tug. the fabric slid down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to the cool air of the kitchen and the heat of your gaze.
the sight of her from behind was almost too much to handle. she looked like a masterpiece, her skin glowing under the dim kitchen lights. without warning, you leaned in and sank your teeth into one of her ass cheeks, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. megan let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper, her body jolting forward against the counter. at the same time, your hand wandered to her other cheek, fondling her firmly, kneading the plush skin in a way that made her hips sway uncontrollably.
“shhh,” you whispered against her skin, your voice thick with your lust. “don’t hold back. i wanna hear you. let me hear exactly how much you want this.”
megan let out a broken sob of desire, her head dropping as she leaned her forehead against the cold wall. “please,” she whimpered, “please, y/n.”
that was all the invitation you needed. you shifted your position, sliding down until you were kneeling behind her. you parted her slightly, the scent of her arousal hitting you like a wave, intoxicating and sweet. you didn't hesitate; you dove in, your tongue finding her center with a sudden, fierce vigour.
megan moaned, the sound echoing through the quiet house as you began to eat her out from behind. you were relentless, using a combination of broad strokes and kitten licks that had her whiny above you. she was shaking now, her legs trembling as she tried to keep her balance on the counter. every flick of your tongue sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her, and she began to moan loudly, no longer caring who might hear through thin walls.
you could feel the tension building in her muscles, the way she was pulsing against you. you increased the pace, your breath hot against her skin, determined to push her over the edge. megan’s cries turned into incoherent pleas, her fingers scratching at the countertop as she arched her back one last time, her entire body convulsing in a powerful, crashing orgasm that left her breathless and clinging to the counter for dear life.
even as megan’s body shuddered from the first peak, you didn't pull away. you stayed right there, your tongue continuing its rhythmic, relentless dance against her sensitive skin. at first you kept licking at her clit to help her ride through her orgasm, but as time passed you began to speed back up. she was completely overstimulated now, her nerves raw and firing with every tiny movement you made.
a small, shaky cry escaped her as she tried to shift, her breath coming in ragged hitches. “y/n- fuck. i can’t- it’s too much,” she whimpered, though her words were contradicted by the way her hips continued to roll.
you didn't listen. you wanted her completely undone. you pressed closer, your face buried deep between her thighs, and as she instinctively pushed back against you in a desperate search for friction, your nose nudged firmly against her entrance. the sensation of the pressure, combined with the wet heat of your tongue, sent a new wave of intensity crashing over her.
you leaned into the assault, increasing the speed and pressure. you were driving her toward a second, even more violent peak. megan’s hands were sliding across the granite, her fingers searching for anything to cling tightly to until she gripped the edges of the sink bowl as she began to tremble violently. she was trapped between the hard counter and your hungry mouth, with nowhere to go but deeper into the pleasure.
her moans began to shift, losing their depth and turning into high-pitched, frantic keens that filled the bathroom. she was practically sobbing now, her voice reaching a pitch of pure ecstasy that sounded almost like a scream. she began to thrash, her heels lifting off the floor as her internal muscles clamped down hard around the pressure of your nose and tongue.
the tension reached a breaking point. megan let out one final, piercing cry, her back arching so sharply it looked like she might snap, and suddenly, she came. a powerful surge of release flooded over you, her body convulsing as she squirted, the warmth of her climax soaking into your skin. she collapsed forward onto the counter, her chest heaving and her muscles twitching, completely spent and utterly conquered by your hunger.
you stayed there for a moment, breathing in the scent of her and the aftermath of her release, before you began to move. you didn't just pull away quickly, you started a slow, worshipful ascent back up her body. your lips pressed into her skin, leaving warm, lingering kisses on the backs of her thighs and the curve of her hips.
“you were so fucking perfect,” you murmured against her skin, your voice thick with praise. “so loud f’me, so wet. you took every bit of it, didn't you? god, you're incredible, megan.”
the praise seemed to melt whatever was left of her resistance. she let out a soft, shaky sigh, her body still humming from the intensity of the orgasm. you continued your journey upward, kissing each vertebra of her spine, your words a constant stream of adoration that made her feel like the only woman in the world.
carefully, you gripped her waist and guided her to turn around. she was a mess, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and small, glistening tears of pleasure clinging to her eyelashes. your heart softened at the sight of her vulnerability. you reached up, your thumbs gently brushing away the tears from her cheeks, your gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch all over again.
without a word, you leaned in and pulled her back into a deep, searing kiss. as your tongues met, megan let out a low moan. the taste of her own arousal was still present on your lips and tongue, and the intimacy of it— the raw, salty sweetness of her climax— sent a fresh shiver of desire through her. she melted into you, her arms winding tightly around your neck as if she were afraid you might disappear.
when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless and reeling, megan’s gaze drifted downward. she blinked, noticing the state of you. your shirt was clung to your neck, damp and stained from her release, and several strands of your hair were glistening with her slick. a look of guilt crossed her face, and she bit her lip, looking up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. “oh my god, y/n,” she whispered, her voice still raspy. “look at you... i’m so sorry. i completely ruined your clothes.”
you smiled and kissed her nose, making her scrunch it up. “it’s okay, nothing the washing machine can’t fix,” she hummed, playing with a dry strand of your hair. “round two in the shower?”
synopsis 𓂁 savanna accidentally brings back the blindfold from her deaf, mute, and blind challenge so you decide to use it in the bedroom
content warning 𓂁 smut MDNI 18+, gn!afab!reader, dom!reader and sub!savanna, sensory deprivation (blindfold), strap usage but referred to as ‘cock’ or ‘dick’ occasionally, crying (?), slight overstimulation
word count 𓂁 2.2k
the bedroom felt unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that settles naturally between the two of you when there’s nowhere else either of you needs to be. moonlight filtered through the curtains in soft strips, cooling patches of the carpet and catching on the edge of the neatly made bed. somewhere outside, an owl hoots once before everything falls still again, leaving only the faint hum of the fan tucked into the corner of the room.
you stood a few feet away from savanna with your hands clasped behind your back, trying, and not at all succeeding, to hide the smile that’s been threatening to give everything away. the piece of fabric you’re holding is soft between your fingers, and when you finally bring your hands around in front of you, the black blindfold hangs loosely from them.
savanna notices it immediately and she tips her head to one side, her curls shifting against her shoulders as a smile begins to spread across her face. “tonight?” she asks, narrowing her eyes in playful suspicion as she watches you. there isn’t any real concern in her voice, only curiosity and slight excitement, as though she’s already decided that whatever you’re planning is probably harmless.
you laugh quietly, unable to keep the grin off your face. “yup,” you promise, holding the blindfold a little higher. for a moment, you simply look at her. then, with the blindfold still resting lightly in your hands, you ask, “do you trust me?”
the question hangs comfortably between you. savanna doesn’t answer straight away, not because she’s unsure, but because she searches your face for a second, reading the excitement that’s impossible for you to hide. whatever you’re planning, she can already tell you’re far more excited about it than she is, and that makes her smile even wider. “yes,” she says simply.
you can’t help smiling back. “yeah?”
“yeah.”
“you’re sure?”
there isn’t a flicker of hesitation when she nods. “i trust you.”
the words settle warmly in your chest, simple enough that they don’t need anything more. you step closer until there’s barely any space between you, lifting the blindfold so she can see it properly. “okay,” you say. “i’m just going to put this on.” she looks at the fabric before returning her attention to you with a nod. “can you lift your hair for me?”
without questioning it, she gathers her curls in both hands and lifts them away from the back of her neck. thick strands spill between her fingers as she glances at you with an amused expression. “like this?”
“perfect,” you reach forward carefully, making sure not to tug on her hair as you wrap the blindfold around the back of her neck first instead of pulling it straight over her eyes. your fingers working slowly, adjusting the fabric until it rests comfortably beneath the weight of her curls. “does that feel okay?” you ask as you make one last adjustment.
she gives a small nod. “yeah.”
“nothing’s pulling?”
“no.”
you smooth one side of the strap before smiling to yourself. “good. you can let go of your hair now.”
she releases it, and her curls fall naturally back into place, settling over the fabric until almost all of it disappears beneath the waves. you take another second to make sure everything sits comfortably before nodding, satisfied.
“okay,” you say softly. “i’m going to pull it over your eyes now.”
she stays perfectly still and with slow, careful movements as to not scratch her face with your nails, you lift the front of the blindfold and slide it gently upward until it covers her eyes. you smooth the fabric across her face, checking both sides to make sure there aren’t any gaps where light might sneak through.
“too tight?” you ask. she gives a small shake of her head. “too loose?” you adjust one corner by barely half an inch before taking a small step back to admire your work. “can you see anything?”
savanna blinks instinctively beneath the fabric before turning her head from side to side as though testing whether anything changes. after a moment, she shakes her head again. “nope.”
“you’re sure?”
“i’m sure.”
you smile, even though she can’t see it. “okay,” without making a sound, you raise your hand and hold three fingers up in front of her face. you already know she won’t get it right, but you want to be absolutely certain. “how many fingers am i holding up?”
she laughs softly, the sound filling the quiet room as she considers a question she knows she has a one in ten chance of answering correctly. after a moment, she offers her best guess. “five?”
you break into laughter for a moment before the room falls quiet again, but it’s an easy silence, one filled with the sound of shared smiles rather than words. you step closer until you’re standing right in front of her once more. reaching up carefully, you brush a loose curl away from her cheek before resting your hand there for just a moment.
then you lean forward and press a soft kiss against her lips. she whimpers into the kiss, her sense of touch being heightened slightly, trusting you completely, surrounded by nothing but darkness and the warmth of your touch.
when you break away, she smiles, “i think that was the best kiss i’ve ever had.”
you laugh softly. “yeah? should i blindfold you more?” savanna rolls her eyes from behind the fabric as you step away. she waits, anticipation building as you begin taking your clothes off until you were left bare. you reached out for something that was behind her on the bed and she shivered slightly at the cold air. “you wanna help me?”
savanna nodded quickly as you pulled the harness up to your hips. she reached out, her hands gliding down your torso to where the fabric sat on your hips and felt around until she found the buckles and pulled them tight enough so that the harness didn’t fall off your hips. when she was done, her hand slid down to grip the strap in her hands, stroking slightly.
“eager, huh?” you mumbled, “wanna get it ready for your pussy?”
the brunette licked her lips and nodded before sinking to her knees. she wasted no time, sticking her tongue out and licking a strip from base to tip that made you moan out. she smiled and began taking the strap into her mouth inch by inch. your eyes became hooded as lust filled them at the sight of savanna sucking your dick. you could cum from that alone, honestly. the sight of her bobbing up and down and the slight gags and wet noises coming from her mouth.
“okay,” you pulled back slightly, the toy slipping out of savanna’s mouth, making her whine, clenching her thighs together. “i know, baby,” you cooed at her. “stand up, sav.”
you helped her to her feet and began unbuttoning her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders and unbuckling her bra. savanna whined at the cold air against her nipples as you marvelled at her in front of you. you reached forward, pinching one of them making her moan and arch her back into your touch.
“how’s it feel?” you asked, continuing to pinch and tug before switching sides. you noticed how her legs trembled ever so slightly.
“so good,” savanna moans, “i’m so sensitive already.” you pulled away, grinning as her chest tried to chase your hand.
“back or stomach?”
“back.”
you hummed at her answer and gently laid her down on the bed. you leaned over her, watching as her body tensed in anticipation. “colour?”
“green,” savanna said quickly, “please, need you so bad.”
you cooed, seeing her eyes moving beneath the blindfold and attached your lips to her jaw, kissing down her neck and to her breasts. “that’s it, baby. keep making those pretty noises for me.”
savanna did as asked, mouthing falling open with whimpers and whines as your tongue circled her nipple, switching between kitten licks and soft bites that were soothed instantly by you sucking gently.
“please, baby. i need you so bad,” savanna whimpered, “please. so- so sensitive.”
“so needy,” you tsked, sliding down her body until you were at the edge of the bed. you enjoyed teasing savanna, but you could tell by the way her thighs were clenching that she was well past that, so you relented and pulled down her sweats and panties. you stared at her sex, awestruck by how gorgeous she was. your hands flew out when she tried to clench her thighs together again due to being exposed. “nuh-uh,” you scolded before leaning down you lick a broad stripe up to her clit.
savanna bucked up into you, moaning at the feeling of your mouth where she’d been craving you. you continued licking up from her entrance to her clit, moaning at her taste as she continued bucking up into you. savanna had gone mostly limp at this point. the lack of sight had led her to be in even more anticipation than usual heightening her need for you. at this point, she was babbling pleads, teetering on the edge of release.
you didn’t want to be mean, but you wanted to watch her cum on your cock, so you pulled away. a sob tore from savanna’s mouth followed by a string of “no’s” so you rubbed her waist apologetically.
“shh,” you said softly, “i want you to cum on my cock, okay?” savanna nodded as you looked up, seeing tears slip past the bottom of the blindfold. “colour, baby?”
“g-green,” she hiccuped, “please make me cum baby.”
“relax for me then baby,” you smiled at her and pulled your hand away from her waist. savanna’s breathing got shallower as the only things she could feel was the bedsheets and the fan blowing air around the room. you lined up the tip of your strap with her entrance and thrusted in slightly without warning.
the moan savanna let out bounced off the walls as her back formed a beautiful arch. you massaged her waist, pulled out before thrusting back in. you repeated the action a few more times before settling fully inside her.
“f-fuck,” savanna moaned as she adjusted to the intrusion. you stayed still, careful not to give her more than she could handle before she was ready. when she started moving her hips slightly, you took that as your cue and pulled back until only the tip was left inside her before slowly thrusting back into her.
you repeated the action, watching as her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths that mirrored your shallow thrusts. eventually, that wasn’t enough and she started begging for more. your thrusts got deeper and her moans got longer. shifting slightly, you pulled her legs up so that her feet could lock over your shoulder.
the new angle made her eyes roll back beneath the blindfold and she let out a high pitched sound. “more,” she cried out, “you’re so deep.”
“mm,” you grunted, “you like feeling me in your guts?”
you grinned at her begging and reaching your hand between where your two bodies met. savanna’s begs immediately turning into incessant babbles that made no sense. you continued circling her clit in time with your thrusts, loving the way she was writhing underneath you, pushing down to meet your hips, trying to take you deeper than was possible.
“ba-baby,” savanna panted, moans breaking through her words, “can i-can i cum?”
“you can baby girl,” you doubled your efforts, thrusts becoming faster, “cum for me.”
savanna’s body locked up, back arching painfully off the bed at your permission. she let out an ear piercing scream as you slowed down your moved, helping ride through her climax. her legs trapped you where you were. her body kept spamming for a few moments more as your hand came to a stop on her clit. your thrusts slowed down almost completely as savanna’s breathing levelled out.
you pulled out slowly, mumbling praises as savanna whined at the emptiness. “i know, shh,” you said, “you did so good for me.”
her body began to relax as you shuffling around, taking off the harness, before planting yourself next to savanna’s upper body on the bed. you sat her up slightly, gently pulling the blindfold over her hair, acknowledging that the fabric was slightly damp.
“you okay?” you asked softly, while she blinked quickly, adjusting back to the light. you kissed her forehead upon seeing the tears that clung to her eyelashes. “i’m so proud of you, you were so good for me. how was that?”
savanna whimpered slightly, subconsciously curling into you. “so good,” she said, voice trembling and hoarse from her moaning. “i’ve never- never felt like that before.”
you smiled, “yeah?”
“can we,” she gulped, suddenly getting really shy, like she was just realised that the two of you were naked, “can we do that again sometime?”
you grinned, kissing her lips, nibbling slightly on her bottom lip as she moaned into your mouth. when you broke away, you quickly pecked her lips once more before pulling away. “we can do that as often as you like.”
“the way you bite your lip, is that your way of tellin me you like it?”
synopsis- megan gives you an extra present for your birthday
pairing- megan skiendiel x tmasc!reader
tags/warnings- smut, established relationship, face sitting, breath play, biting (barely), praise, dirty talk, bit of fluff at the end
word count- 1.8k
a/n- stream love faces by trey songz
the warmth of your home welcomed you as you walked through the front door, megan trailing behind you. it was your birthday, and megan being the sweet girlfriend she was, had treated you to a nice romantic dinner. you shrugged your jacket off, carelessly draping it over the back of the couch. you felt hands slide over your shoulders from behind, turning you around to face the person they belonged to. you were met with megan lazily smiling up at you, reaching up to smooth your hair back. you leaned down to press your lips against hers in a languid kiss, just melting into each other as you wrapped your arms around megan’s waist.
you pulled away after a while, resting your forehead against megan’s, “thank you for dinner tonight, it was perfect,” you whispered, breath fanning over the girl’s lips. the smile returned to megan’s face at your words of appreciation, and she slightly leaned up to give you a small peck, nails lightly scratching at the back of your neck.
“mm, of course, baby,” megan leaned in again to nip your bottom lip— the girl had always said that biting was her favorite way of showing her love for you, and you never complained. you kissed her again, loving how soft and pillowy her lips felt. you truly believed you could spend hours just kissing megan. you were addicted to the little hums and whimpers that escaped her mouth as you parted her lips with your tongue, sliding it against her own.
the kiss was slow and sensual, the both of you feeling as though you had all the time in the world. megan’s hands slid from the back of your neck to gently holding each side of your face. your own hands that were resting on her lower back dipped down to the curve of her ass, softly squeezing and caressing through her dress. megan smiled against your lips as you felt her up, pulling away, “okay, i need to get this dress off.” she groaned as though she was feeling a bit uncomfortable.
you chased her lips with a few more small pecks, leaning back just to briefly admire how her face looked, illuminated by the dim lighting. you placed one last kiss on megan’s lips before nodding, letting her lead you upstairs.
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your shared bedroom was quiet as you began to undress, your sleep clothes folded on the dresser. the only light source in the room came from the soft glow of the bedside lamp. you pulled off your shirt, beginning to unbutton your pants before a smooth voice cut through the silence.
“baby, can you come help me with my zipper?” you turned around to find megan standing in front of the full length mirror, absentmindedly taking her necklace off. you hummed and walked over, her sweet perfume faintly wafting up once you reached her. your fingers searched over her back until you found the small zipper. you pulled it down slowly, revealing the smooth expanse of her back and the somewhat new tattoo along with it.
megan smiled at the way you carefully unzipped her dress. she pulled the rest off herself, until she stood bare in front of the mirror— in front of you. she was completely naked save for the lacy pair of panties she wore, their color a deep red. your eyes raked over her body’s reflection in the mirror. her collarbones, her soft tits, the small star tattooed on her ribs, her smooth stomach, the subtle outline of her abs. you slid your arms around megan’s waist, resting your chin on her shoulder. your eyes locked in the mirror, her hand coming up to caress your cheek.
your gaze trailed lower, settling on her thighs. her thick, plush thighs. the same thighs that you loved having your face squished between, barely receiving enough air. megan noticed your staring, smirking knowingly at your reflection. “you like my thighs, babe?” her voice had a teasing lilt, as though she was amused. you only nodded, her hair slightly brushing your cheek. megan breathed out a small laugh, patting your cheek. she turned to press a kiss to your temple, whispering, “well, then i think you’re gonna love the gift i have for you,” a kiss to your jaw, this time followed by a small bite to your earlobe.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “hm? i thought you said the dinner was my gift?” you questioned. megan laughed at your cute little perplexed face.
she rubbed her thumb over your chin, “i know, but i think the birthday boy deserves to have two gifts, don’t you?” her tone of voice made your stomach turn a bit, catching on to what she was implying. you nodded slowly, not knowing what else to say. megan rubbed your bottom lip with her thumb, then patted your cheek once more, “go lay down on the bed for me, pretty boy.”
you complied easily, making your way on the bed and resting your head back against the headboard. you watched as megan gazed at her reflection in the mirror, hands coming up to palm and massage her own breasts, biting her lip. you only then realized how needy you had gotten, swallowing thickly as your body ached. megan then turned to face you, crawling towards you on the bed. she stopped at your hips, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your jeans and pulling them off, leaving you in only your boxers. megan trailed kisses up your sensitive stomach, then your chest, then your throat, and then just hovering over your lips, denying you the satisfaction of her lips against yours. megan knew just how to make you squirm, and it was unbearable sometimes.
she moved to straddle your stomach, gazing down at you, “i wanna ride your face, is that okay, baby?” your breath caught in your throat. god, that was more than okay. you loved when megan sat on your face. she always used her full weight, her thick thighs trapping you in. you nodded up at the girl, which apparently wasn’t enough for her. “words, babe.”
“yes- i want that. i want you to ride my face. please…” you couldn’t stop your desperation bleeding through your words, needing so badly for megan to engulf you in her heat.
“good boy,” megan smiled down at you, running a hand through your hair once before pushing you down so your head laid flat on the pillow. “now take my panties off.”
you slid the lacy underwear down megan’s legs, finding them quite soaked. you knew megan loved talking to you and treating you like this, and it showed. megan moved up your body, stopping when her glistening cunt was finally hovering right above your face. you immediately leaned up and tried to lick at her folds, but megan’s palm gently pressed on your forehead, pinning you to the pillow.
“slow down, baby. just relax and let me use that handsome face.” a quiet whimper escaped your mouth at megan’s words, but you listened and stayed put. her hand on your forehead slid up to grip your hair. “remember, if you need air just tap my thigh, okay?” you nodded, showing megan you understood. you found it embarrassingly sexy that megan could suffocate you with just her thighs and her pussy. you knew she would never let that happen, but it was quite fun to play with the idea.
you took a deep breath before megan finally sunk down on your face, entrapping you in her wet warmth. your hands wrapped around her thighs as you pressed open mouthed kisses to her cunt. she tasted sweet and tangy, her slick getting all over your face. megan let out a loud moan and gripped the headboard, rocking back and forth on your face.
“yeah, that’s it baby- fucking devour me,” she spoke mindlessly as you began to suck on her clit. “that’s a good boy, my perfect boy,” you moaned into her pussy at the praise, the vibrations making megan gasp. your hands slid up to megan’s ass, squeezing the firm muscles before slapping her right cheek. the spanking made her speed up her movements on your face. you felt her thighs squeeze you even tighter, squishing your cheeks and making it harder to breathe. you waited until you couldn’t take it any more and tapped her thigh twice.
megan immediately lifted off your face slightly to let you breathe. you sucked in a few breaths, feeling the cool air on your wet face. after you caught your breath enough, megan asked, “ready?” you nodded and megan sat back down on you. this time you slid your tongue inside her hole, thrusting in and out and making her scream your name. her wetness gushed all over your face, turning you on like no other. you ate like it was your last meal, alternating between tongue-fucking megan’s cunt and sucking on her clit. megan had become delirious above you, rambling and moaning out nonsense.
“oh shit, that tongue is perfect, baby- yes, good boy,” you knew her orgasm was quickly approaching. you felt your lungs burn at the lack of air, but you needed to make megan cum— you just couldn’t stop. you plunged your tongue in and out faster, giving another smack on her ass. “fuck! im so close, baby boy. yeah, you’re gonna take it- fucking drown in my pussy, baby,” your eyes rolled back in your head at her commands. you almost came on the spot as megan’s pussy began to flutter around your tongue.
you went back to relentlessly sucking on her clit and that was the last straw for megan. the girl let out a guttural moan as she released on your face. her creamy wetness gushed on your chin, some sliding down your throat making a complete mess. you began to squirm under the girl as you couldn’t hold your breath any longer, and megan lifted off of you as best she could. you gasped for air, reaching to hold megan’s hand as she came down from her intense orgasm. she scooted down to straddle your chest, waiting patiently and stroking your cheek as you caught your breath.
when your breathing returned to normal, megan leaned down to kiss your sweaty, slick forehead. your face was absolutely covered in megan’s juices, and you tried to wipe your face on the girl’s shaky thigh. she giggled at your attempts to dry yourself, pushing you back down on the pillow. “wait here, i’ll go get a towel.” you laid back as megan got off of you, making her way to the bathroom down the hall.
suddenly, all the built up exhaustion of the night hit you. your eyes began to flutter closed as drowsiness engulfed your body. you felt the mattress dip as megan crawled back up to meet you. your tiredness must’ve shown on your face, because megan started to laugh at the sight of you fighting sleep. she brought a towel up to wipe your cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, and throat. then after cleaning her own thighs, she settled in bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you as you curled into her.
she pressed a kiss to your slightly swollen lips. the last thing you heard before drifting off was a whispered “happy birthday, sweet boy.”
eunchae x idol reader who met before of eunchae star diary. you were one of the later episodes because you only debuted in 2024.
eunchae x idol reader who have become increasingly good at acting like nothing is going on. after years together (since a few months before your debut), you’ve perfected the balance between being friendly enough that nobody questions it and careful enough that nobody can prove anything. most people just chalk up your relationship to being the same age in sister groups.
eunchae x idol reader who make things worse for yourselves during collaborations by trying too hard to look casual. you’ll spend an entire dance challenge refusing to look directly at each other, only for fans to immediately point out how “unnatural” it looked compared to every other collaboration, coming up with the theory that the two of you hate each other. it helps you eventually learn that looking at each other for too little time is just as suspicious as looking for too long.
eunchae x idol reader who have fans constantly making little compilation videos of “three minutes of eunchae flirting with y/n.” or “five minutes of y/n being obvious about their crush on eunchae.” they’re always slowed down with vines cut into it and funny music over the top, zooming in on the split second where her eyes soften before she remembers there are cameras everywhere and she turns. underneath, the comments are divided between people saying, “they’re literally dating,” and others replying, “you guys are so delusional.” and you always end up laughing whenever your friends send you edits of yourselves. you’ll be lying in bed together watching a seven-minute compilation titled “proof eunchae and y/n are secretly in love.” while trying not to laugh too loudly.
eunchae x idol reader who have become experts at communicating across crowded rooms. one raised eyebrow means are you okay? a tiny nod means i’m fine. one quick smile before looking away again somehow carries an entire conversation.
eunchae x idol reader who treasure music show hallways because they’re some of the only places your schedules naturally overlap. you rarely get more than thirty seconds together before managers call you away again, but somehow those thirty seconds become the highlight of both your weeks.
eunchae x idol reader who have members who know exactly what’s going on and find your restraint almost painful to watch. they’ll see you pass each other backstage with nothing more than a polite bow before disappearing around separate corners. and they always have one member subtly creating opportunities for you to spend an extra minute together. “oh, y/n, could you help eunchae with this? i’m kind of busy.” suddenly nobody else seems particularly interested in helping where you’re more than happy too.
eunchae x idol reader who always get asked during interviews which idols you’re closest with. every single time, both of you deliberately name different friends first before eventually mentioning each other in exactly the same neutral tone you use for everyone else.
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Hi! Im the one who requested the long term girlfriend Eunchae and I loved it. It was so good
Would you write a part 2 where reader is also an idol in another group so they have to keep it a secret, even though fans have some theories that they are dating (maybe by the way they look at each other when they have collabs/film tiktoks together) which makes other stans call them delusional
Sorry if this doesn’t sense, English is not my first language
Thank you!
hai :3 welcome back! i wrote them, i hope they’re okay! here you go
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synopsis 𓂁 y/n is the bassist and one of four vocalists for an up and coming rnb band. surprisingly early into their career, they start getting invited to award shows and parties where he meets megan. unfortunately for him, he’s too shy to talk to her
pairing 𓂁 idol!megan x band member!y/n
a camera operator crouched beside one of the tripods, tightening a loose mount while another crew member tested the focus with a clapboard held lazily in front of the lens. someone crossed the set carrying bottles of water before disappearing behind a curtain, and a sound technician leaned over damian to clip a tiny microphone beneath the collar of his jacket. every few seconds someone called out a technical adjustment from the control room, followed by a quiet chorus of “copy,” or “got it.”
the studio itself was far removed from the bright, clinical interview sets that filled daytime television. a guy called daniel was interviewing you and he had become known for designing his interviews to feel like conversations instead of interrogations. the room resembled an expensive lounge more than a production studio: warm amber lamps softened the corners, overflowing bookshelves framed the back wall, and deep green plants broke up the otherwise polished wood and leather furniture. four chairs, positioned in a rhombus, faced a single armchair with a low coffee table between them, decorated only with a ceramic mug and a notebook.
damian had already leaned back, one ankle resting over his opposite knee as though he’d forgotten there were cameras involved at all. salem quietly spun one of the silver rings around his finger, eyes wandering across the room as if memorising every detail without meaning to. apollo smiled at nearly everyone who walked past, thanking crew members who handed him water or adjusted his microphone. beside him, y/n sat with his sleeves pulled halfway over his hands, watching the organised chaos unfold while a makeup artist lightly brushed powder beneath his eyes.
“thirty seconds,” a producer announced. the room shifted almost imperceptibly. crew members stepped back. conversations dissolved into silence. one camera slowly rolled forward into position.“five…four…” the producer pointed and the red recording light blinked on.
daniel looked directly into the lens, smiling with the easy confidence of someone who genuinely enjoyed speaking to people. “welcome back, everyone. today i’m joined by one of the fastest-rising alternative rnb bands around right now, forget abt it.”
all four members greeted the audience in their own way.“thank you for having us,” damian said.
“it’s good to be here,” apollo added.
“we appreciate it,” salem finished.
daniel rested his notebook on his lap instead of opening it immediately. “i spent the better part of last week listening through everything you’ve released,” he began. “one thing that kept standing out to me wasn’t necessarily the sound, which i think has already been talked about quite a bit, but the writing. it struck me that your songs don’t really sound like stories. they sound like diary entries.”
the observation hung in the air for a moment before damian smiled. “i actually think that’s pretty accurate,” he admitted. “we’ve never really been interested in writing something just because it sounds poetic or surreal. if something doesn’t feel true, somebody in the room usually notices.”
daniel raised an eyebrow. “really?”
“oh, immediately,” salem laughed quietly. “someone will literally stop the session and go, ‘that line isn’t you.’”
damian replied with a shrug. “nobody says it to be harsh. it’s just… we all know each other well enough to tell when someone’s writing what they think people want to hear instead of what they’re actually feeling.”
apollo nodded in agreement, leaning forward slightly. “i think people are a lot better at recognising honesty than we give them credit for. you can spend hours trying to write the cleverest lyric in the world, but if it isn’t real, people can feel that.”
daniel seemed genuinely intrigued. “so your goal isn’t necessarily relatability?”
apollo considered the question before answering. “i don’t think you can aim for relatability. you aim for honesty, and relatability sort of happens afterwards. everyone’s felt lonely. everyone’s doubted themselves. everyone’s fallen in love with somebody they can’t have. those experiences aren’t unique to us. we just happen to write songs about them.”
daniel smiled along with them before letting the conversation settle again. “one thing that surprised me while researching you,” he continued, “is how often people who’ve worked with you mention your friendship before they mention the music. that’s fairly unusual.”
damian’s expression softened. “i think it’s because the friendship came first,” he glanced briefly at the others before continuing. “we weren’t assembled by a label. nobody introduced us because they’d guesstimated we’d make good content together. we were friends making music long before there was anyone paying attention.”
salem nodded. “and i think that matters. it means there’s less pressure to perform being friends because we actually are. we’re a brotherhood, you know?”
daniel looked toward y/n, who had remained quiet throughout most of the conversation. “you strike me as someone who doesn’t speak unless you’ve actually got something you want to say.”
y/n smiled sheepishly. “i’ve never really been good at filling silence,” he admitted. “if someone else has something interesting to say, i’d rather listen.”
daniel chuckled. “i appreciate that. interviews can sometimes become competitions to see who talks the most.”
“yeah, that’s definitely not going to be me.”
daniel glanced down at the notebook in his lap before turning another page. “i wanted to ask each of you something individually. there comes a point for every artist where making music stops feeling like a hobby and starts feeling like… this might actually be your life. when did that happen for you?”
damian answered first, almost immediately. “for me, it was seeing someone wearing one of our hoodies.”
“really?” Apollo asked.
“it completely broke my brain,” damian admitted, nodding, and laughing at himself. “i remember thinking, ‘someone willingly spent money on something with our name on it.’ my first thought wasn’t, ‘we’ve made it.’ my first thought was, ‘they could’ve bought a chicken sandwich.’”
the room erupted into laughter.
“i couldn’t process it,” he continued once everyone settled again. “streaming numbers are just numbers on a screen. seeing an actual person wearing something we’d made, that suddenly felt so real.”
daniel turned toward salem. “what about you?”
salem thought for several seconds before answering. “i think it was hearing people sing the lyrics back.” they all nodded in agreement. “when you write something, it belongs entirely to you. it’s just words in your notebook, or on your phone at three in the morning. then suddenly you’re standing on stage and hundreds of people know those words better than you do.”
apollo’s answer came with an easy grin. “our first show.”
“you knew that early?” y/n asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“i don’t think i knew we’d become successful,” apollo clarified. “i just knew i wanted to keep doing it,” he looked off toward the empty space above the cameras as though remembering the venue itself. “there were only a few dozen people there, but nobody seemed distracted. nobody was talking over each other or staring at their phones. they were actually listening. i remember walking off stage and thinking ‘if this is as big as it ever gets, i’d still be happy.’”
daniel smiled warmly. “i think that’s one of the best answers i’ve heard to that question.”
apollo shrugged. “it’s the truth.”
daniel allowed the conversation to breathe before resting both hands on his notebook. “i’ve got one final question, and i’d like all four of you to answer it.” the band nodded. “things are changing very quickly for you. you’re selling out bigger venues. your name comes up constantly online. industry people are paying attention to you. you performed at the vmas. whether you like the word or not, you’re becoming famous. how is that treating you?”
damian answered first. “i don’t really think about fame,” he admitted. “i think about longevity. i’d rather still be making records ten years from now than have six months where everybody knows our name and then disappear. attention comes and goes. i’d rather build something that actually lasts.”
salem picked up the thought naturally. “i also think fame becomes dangerous if you start confusing attention with love. you can have millions of people talking about you every day and still feel completely alone. so i try not to let numbers tell me how much i’m worth.”
apollo nodded in agreement before offering his own perspective. “i’m honestly just grateful. every day someone messages us saying a song helped them through something, or they met their best friend because they were standing next to each other at one of our shows. that’s incredible to me. everything else, the interviews, the followers, all of that, is nice, but it’s secondary. like, we’re doing this for the dream, not just for the bag.”
daniel listened carefully before turning his chair slightly toward y/n. “and what about you?”
y/n looked down at his hands for a moment, gently rubbing the cuff of his sleeve between his fingers before answering. “i think,” he began slowly, “i’m mostly just happy that people are connecting with what we’re making.” he glanced briefly at the rest of the band. “we spend months obsessing over these songs. we’ll argue over one lyric for an hour. we’ll replay the same guitar riff fifty times because someone thinks one note should come a fraction earlier. so when someone says they heard one of those songs at exactly the right moment in their life,” he smiled softly. “that means a lot.”
daniel noticed the slight hesitation that followed. “but,” he said carefully, “the last couple of weeks have also been… interesting for you online.”
“interesting,” y/n laughed under his breath. “that’s definitely one way of putting it.”
“you don’t have to talk about it if you’d rather not.”
“no, it’s alright,” he shifted slightly in his chair before continuing.
“i did another interview recently where someone asked what it was like meeting katseye because they’re also people our age in the industry,” he shrugged. “i spoke up because im the only one of us that actually had a conversation with any of them and i mentioned that megan was my celebrity crush.”
daniel laughed knowingly. “that was literally it. i said i think she’s incredibly talented, really charismatic, and she was my celebrity crush,” he spread his hands. “i thought it would become one of those little interview clips people forget about after a day.”
a few crew members behind the cameras exchanged sympathetic smiles. y/n sighed, though there was still a hint of humour in his voice.
“it somehow turned into this massive fan war. suddenly there were dozens of people arguing with each other over a twenty-second answer. some people decided i was chasing attention. some people said i shouldn’t have mentioned another artist. some people invented stories that had absolutely nothing to do with what i’d actually said,” he shook his head with an almost disbelieving smile. “it just kept growing.”
“so how have you dealt with that?” daniel asked.
“i’ve taken a break from social media,” he laughed lightly. “my screen time has never been lower.” the room laughed with him, but he continued before the humour could completely settle. “i’m serious, though. i realised i’d developed this habit where i’d wake up, pick up my phone, and immediately check what strangers thought about me that morning. that’s not a particularly healthy way to start your day.”
daniel nodded thoughtfully. “did it surprise you how intense it became?”
“honestly, yeah.” he leaned back in his chair, searching for the right words. “we’re not exactly the biggest band in the world. we’re not really in the limelight.”
apollo leaned across. “we’re limelight-adjacent.”
y/n laughed. “yeah,” he repeated the phrase with an amused shake of his head before his expression settled again. “and even then, it was kind of shocking how comfortable people felt speaking to another person like that. i think it’s really easy to forget there’s still a human being on the other side of the screen. people see a username or a verified account or a headline and stop thinking about the person attached to it.”
he rested his hands together. “but i’m still just me. i still call my friends from home. i still get nervous before shows. i still overthink conversations i’ve had three days ago. i still have bad mental health days. having a microphone put in front of me or a blue tick attached to my name doesn’t suddenly make me immune to reading something cruel.”
daniel didn’t interrupt so y/n continued quietly. “i think somewhere along the way we’ve normalised saying things online that we’d never have the confidence to say to someone’s face. if somebody walked up to me after a show and started saying half the things people write on the internet, i genuinely think they’d stop halfway through because they’d suddenly remember they’re talking to another human being.”
his voice remained calm, but there was an unmistakable weariness behind it. “i don’t really mind people disagreeing with me. that’s life. everyone has different opinions. but i do think we’ve crossed into this strange place where people feel entitled to treat complete strangers horribly over something as harmless as saying, ‘i think this artist is talented,’ or, ‘that’s my celebrity crush.’”
daniel finally spoke again. “no one deserves abuse for saying they appreciate another artist.”
y/n nodded. he looked toward the camera with a small grin returning to his face. “and just so we’re absolutely clear, i still think katseye are incredibly talented. and im incredibly lucky to have gotten to meet megan at that party. woah. sorry for turning into a yappertron three thousand.”
laughter instantly broke the tension that had settled over the room. even daniel was laughing hard enough that he had to remove his glasses for a second. once the laughter settled, he looked back toward the camera. “i think that’s actually the perfect note to end on.”
his smile became softer. “if there’s one thing i’ve taken away from today’s conversation, it’s that success doesn’t make people any less human. if anything, it’s a reminder that the people we watch through our screens are still exactly that, people.” he turned back toward the band. “thank you all for your honesty.”
“thanks for having us,” damian replied.
“we really appreciate it,” salem added.
apollo waved enthusiastically toward the camera. “thank you.”
y/n smiled warmly. “thanks.”
the red recording light blinked off. almost instantly, the room relaxed. crew members stepped back onto the set, conversations resumed, and someone walked over with fresh bottles of water while another producer congratulated everyone on a great interview.
girlfriend!yoonchae who has the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, and reserves an even softer version of it just for you. it’s the smile she gives you from across a room when nobody else is paying attention. she has a habit of quietly looking at you whenever you’re laughing. she’ll completely stop paying attention to whatever joke is being told because she’d rather watch your reaction instead. when you catch her staring, she always gets embarrassed and immediately looks away with the cutest little grin.
girlfriend!yoonchae who is constantly reaching for your hand without thinking. crossing the street? hand. waiting in line? hand. sitting beside each other? she’s already absentmindedly tracing little circles across your knuckles while talking about something completely unrelated.
girlfriend!yoonchae loves sending you pictures of completely random things because they reminded her of you. a cloud shaped like a heart, a cat she passed on the street, a pastry she thinks you’d like, one of her new doodles. you’ll wake up to fifteen photos with almost no explanation besides, “look!!”
girlfriend!yoonchae absolutely adores lazy mornings. neither of you has anywhere to be, so she’ll stay wrapped up beside you under the blankets, talking quietly about everything and nothing while the sunlight slowly fills the room. she also loves when you brush her hair after a long day. she’ll sit cross-legged on the floor between your knees while you gently work through the tangles, practically melting every time your fingers accidentally graze her scalp.
girlfriend!yoonchae gets ridiculously excited whenever you wear something she bought you. she’ll notice immediately, even if it’s something tiny like a bracelet, a hair tie, or a pair of socks. “you like it? like actually?” you just laugh because she’d asked you that exact same question three times already that morning. she also always steals your hoodies despite owning plenty of her own. according to her, yours are “more comfortable,” as if hers aren’t made from a more expensive, softer material.
girlfriend!yoonchae who instinctively looks for you whenever something funny happens. even in a room full of people, you’re always the first person she wants to make eye contact with because your reaction somehow makes everything even funnier.
girlfriend!yoonchae has a playlist dedicated entirely to songs that remind her of you. some are romantic, some are just songs you happened to play in the car once, and some don’t make sense to anyone except the two of you.
girlfriend!yoonchae who gets flustered every single time you compliment her unexpectedly. tell her she looks pretty while she’s getting ready, and she’ll spend the next five minutes trying, and failing, to hide the smile spreading across her face.
girlfriend!yoonchae who has developed the habit of automatically saving you the last bite of whatever she’s eating. you’ll reach for her food, wanting a bite, only to realise she’s already holding a fork up to your face with a little, “try this.”
girlfriend!yoonchae has matching phone wallpapers with you, but they’re subtle enough that nobody else realises. anyone else just sees two cute pictures. the two of you know they line up perfectly when your phones are placed side by side.
girlfriend!yoonchae loves taking candid photos of you. not the posed ones where you’re looking directly at the camera, but the ones where you’re focused on reading, laughing mid-conversation, or staring out a train window.
girlfriend!yoonchae always ends up tucked against your side during movie nights. she’ll insist she’s paying attention, but ten minutes in she’s already more interested in tracing little patterns on your arm than watching whatever’s on screen.
girlfriend!yoonchae makes every goodbye take twice as long as it should. one more hug turns into one more kiss, which turns into another conversation in the doorway, which somehow becomes another ten minutes before either of you actually leaves.
girlfriend!yoonchae helps you learn korean without ever making you feel embarrassed about getting things wrong. she’ll never laugh when you mess up pronunciation, instead she’ll gently repeat the word a little slower, smiling when you try again. after a while, she starts slipping tiny korean phrases into your conversations just to see if you recognise them. the first time you answer her without thinking, her eyes go wide before she practically tackles you in a hug. “you understood me!” she says, looking far more excited than you are. from then on, she makes it her personal mission to teach you little bits whenever she can, secretly keeping a list of all the words you’ve learned because she’s ridiculously proud of how hard you’re trying for her.
girlfriend!yoonchae who isn’t naturally very touchy with most people. she’ll hug the members, of course, or lean on them occasionally when everyone’s messing around, but she’s never really been someone who initiates physical affection all that often. with you, though, it’s completely different. her hand is always searching for yours under restaurant tables. she absentmindedly hooks her pinky around yours while you’re walking. she’ll rest her chin on your shoulder while you’re cooking or quietly lean against your side without saying a word. the members notice almost immediately because it’s such a stark contrast to how she is with everyone else.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who have always looked like the most unlikely couple on campus. people assume the loud, outgoing cheer captain would never date the quiet engineering student who’d rather spend friday night building a keyboard than going to a party. they couldn’t be more wrong. somewhere between lara’s endless energy and your quiet steadiness, the two of you found exactly what the other had been missing.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who met because you accidentally wandered into the gym looking for a study room on your first day at your new school. while trying to apologise and leave, you somehow ended up staying for the last ten minutes of cheer practice because lara convinced you “you’re already here, you might as well watch.” she caught you smiling at one of the stunts and knew she’d won you over before you’d even exchanged names.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who have completely different ideas of what counts as a perfect evening. lara would happily dance until two in the morning surrounded by people. you’d rather spend hours sitting in comfortable silence while she painted your nails or you explained whatever random topic you’d fallen down a rabbit hole researching that week. somehow, both evenings end with the two of you equally happy.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who have an unspoken routine on game days. you don’t particularly enjoy crowded stadiums or screaming fans, but you’ll still sit through every football game because you know how hard she’s worked. you’re usually tucked away near the top of the stands with a hoodie pulled over your head, quietly clapping whenever she catches your eye. lara always knows exactly where you’re sitting, no matter how big the crowd is.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who absolutely hates the attention you get whenever lara runs over to kiss you after games. suddenly hundreds of people are looking your way and all you can think about is disappearing into the floor. meanwhile, lara couldn’t care less, grinning against your lips because she knows exactly how flustered she’s making you. extra points if she has changed into a cinched version of your favourite super hero tee that you just so happened to wear to the game.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who planned your anniversary weeks in advance because you knew game day would make everything complicated (you just had to start dating in the on season, huh?). you’d spent nights secretly ordering decorations, learning how to cook one of her favorite meals with the help of her family, and convincing your landlord to let you borrow the rooftop fairy lights for just one evening (money saving and lara loved them a lot). you wanted everything to be perfect because lara deserved at least one night where someone celebrated her instead of what she could do for everyone else.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who waited patiently outside the locker room after the game, bouquet tucked awkwardly behind your back while players, families, and classmates filled the hallway. the second she spotted you, her face softened into the smile that somehow only ever seemed to exist for you. despite that, you had barely made it halfway to the parking lot before her teammates came running over. “lara! everyone’s going to manon and dani’s place! you have to come!” she didn’t even hesitate, “i can’t, sorry. i’ve got plans.” you saw the disappointment on her friends’ faces before she did. one of them begged her to stay for “just an hour,” before lara could answer again, you quietly squeezed her hand. “you should go.” she frowned almost immediately. “it’s our anniversary.” you just smiled. “we’ll celebrate when you get back.”
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who had absolutely no idea that you drove straight home and immediately started setting everything up. candles, fairy lights, flowers she’d mentioned liking three months ago. you began to cook dinner, dessert waiting in the fridge, and your anniversary gift wrapped neatly beside the couch. every little detail had been planned around making her feel loved.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who left your phone on loud just in case she texted asking you to come pick her up early. every ten minutes while decorating and cooking, you’d glance at the screen hoping she’d tell you she was on her way. but ended up waiting longer than expected. midnight came and went. dinner had gone cold. the candles had burned themselves out. you replaced them once before eventually giving up, wrapping yourself in a blanket on the couch to wait “just another few minutes.” just to accidentally fall asleep sometime after one in the morning, still wearing the nice shirt you’d bought specifically for your anniversary dinner.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader who quietly unlocked the apartment after the party, expecting to find you playing games or studying. instead: the living room glowed softly beneath strings of warm fairy lights, fresh flowers sat in the middle of the dining table, two untouched plates of food waited exactly where you’d set them hours earlier, little handwritten notes she’d somehow missed at first were tucked between the decorations. and there you were, asleep on the couch still waiting for her. in shock, she oesn’t move for almost a full minute. she just stands in the doorway taking everything in, one hand covering her mouth as she slowly realises you’d spent your entire evening preparing all of this. she has to blink away tears because nobody has ever done something like this for her before. people had always celebrated the version of lara everyone else got to see, the outgoing one, the funny one, the pretty one. but you’d celebrated the person behind all of that. you’d remembered every tiny thing she’d ever mentioned wanting without her even realising you were paying attention.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader kneels beside the couch and gently brushes your hair away from your forehead. you’re still asleep enough that all you do is lean slightly into her touch. “happy anniversary,” she whispers, even though you can’t hear her. before standing and quietly reading every little note you’d left around the apartment. one is thanking her for always believing in you when you doubted yourself. another talks about how proud you are of everything she’s achieved. another simply says, thank you for making my quiet life feel so full. by the time she reaches the last one, she’s crying hard enough that she has to wipe her face before she accidentally wakes you.
cheerleader!lara x nerdy masc!reader carefully slides underneath the blanket beside you instead of waking you up immediately. she wraps an arm around your waist, presses her face into your shoulder, and finally lets herself cry properly. when you finally wake up to her shuffling beside you, she spends the rest of the night insisting on eating the now-cold dinner with you anyway. she says it’s perfect, even though you apologise for everything not going to plan. then she reaches across the table, intertwines your fingers with hers, and quietly admits, “this is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. i love you so much.”
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Reader isn’t really a social person but when there are games they go in support of Lara but this particular day it was there anniversary and as they are about to leave Lara gets called by her friends to go to this after party and Lara says no but reader insists they go Lara comes back to see the apartment set up for there anniversary and she gets flustered cause no one has ever done this for her before and finds reader asleep
Idk if you want to add smut to this and idk if this is a headcanon 😅
haihai:3 i’ve made them! sorry for the wait :/ hope you enjoy them (i didn’t add smut) here they areee
clingy sick!megan who catches the world’s most pathetic little cold and suddenly decides that being within two metres of you is the only known cure. she’s wrapped in one of your hoodies, blanket around her shoulders, following you from the bedroom to the kitchen with the world’s smallest pout because “what if i need something?” she is already extra needy when she’s ill, so you deciding to prank her by pretending to ignore her is possibly the cruelest joke you could’ve picked.
clingy sick!megan who doesn’t notice at first. “baby?” she’ll ask as you walk into the kitchen to make a cup of tea “baabyy?” you still don’t respond. “hello?” she tilts her head in genuine confusion. she immediately assumes you just didn’t hear her. she shuffles closer in her fuzzy socks until she’s practically standing against your back before trying again in the tiniest, sniffly voice. “can i have a hug?” but you keep facing the kettle.
clingy sick!megan who goes strangely quiet after that. she’s convinced she must’ve done something wrong but she’s too tired to figure out what. instead, she just stands there looking at your back with watery eyes, trying to remember if she’d accidentally annoyed you earlier. she then starts apologising for things that definitely aren’t the problem. “i’m sorry i left tissues everywhere.” or “was i being annoying? i’m sorry”
clingy sick!megan who looks like a lost puppy after about five minutes. she curls up on the sofa under her blanket, watching you quietly move around the apartment without saying anything to her, and the only thing running through her head is, they’re upset with me.
clingy sick!megan who eventually can’t take it anymore and slowly walks over, gently tugging on the sleeve of your hoodie. “please tell me if i did something,” whis mumbles, “i know i’m clingy when i’m sick. i can leave you alone?” her voice cracks a little on the last sentence and you can’t take it anymore.
clingy sick!megan absolutely melts the second you drop the prank. you immediately pull her into your arms, apologising over and over because you didn’t expect her to get so worried. she just buries her face against your shoulder with the tiniest little sniffle. “that wasn’t funny.” you apologise, “i know, im sorry baby,” you kiss her head.
clingy sick!megan who forgives you after less than thirty seconds because she’s physically incapable of staying upset while you’re rubbing little circles across her back. she still mumbles a quiet, “i thought you stopped liking me,” into your hoodie, making you feel guilty all over again.
clingy sick!megan who then refuses to let you leave her side for the rest of the day after that. if you stand up, she’s immediately asking where you’re going.
clingy sick!megan ends up asleep on your chest that evening, one hand still loosely gripping your shirt like she’s making absolutely sure you won’t disappear again. when you look down at her peacefully sleeping face, you quietly decide that pretending to ignore the clingiest person alive was probably a prank that only needed to happen once.
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