Jackie Taylor (yellowjackets)
masterlist: 90sbaddie!fem!reader
jackieshauna x fem!reader smut ★
post-crash jackie missing fem!reader hc's
secret admirers (jackieshauna x fem!reader)
foragers ★
fem!cheerleader!reader
Katniss Everdeen (the hunger games)
for you
Lara Raj
idol lara x college student fem!reader hc's
Maddy Perez (euphoria)
famous ★ + lesson learned ★
fem!nailartist!reader
vivid fantasies + fever dreams
party 4 u
Madison Beer
you look so good in this light
Manon Bannerman
broke up the band ★ + fuck around and find out ★
lunch
drop dead!
Margot Robbie
come to get your fix?
Mari Ibarra (yellowjackets)
purple tongues
Naomi Lapaglia (the wolf of wall street)
friends?
Queen Maeve (the boys)
strangers
riding her hero suit ★
pervy!queen maeve ★
never let me go
stargirl ★
homelander’s wife!reader ★
Rachel Berry (glee)
gloria! (+ santana lopez)
Rue Bennett (euphoria)
party 4 u
Santana Lopez (glee)
enemies to lovers
thirty minutes ★ + crawling back to you ★
merry ex-mas
sucking on her strap ★
gloria! (+ rachel berry)
i could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets
concrete
Shauna Shipman (yellowjackets)
jackieshauna x fem!reader smut ★
secret admirers (jackieshauna x fem!reader)
kingston
comfort me ★ g!p sophia laforteza x 7th member fem!reader
sophia is so good at comforting you. maybe a little too good.
word count: 1.7k
warnings: SMUT - p in v, riding, grinding/dry humping, creampie, crying
a/n: a bit rushed but i just wanted to get it done
every day felt more overwhelming than the last. between rehearsals, performances, and interviews, it often felt like you had no time to breathe. but not when you were with sophia.
the two of you hadn't always been this close. but recently, every time life was wearing you down, sophia was there for you. after all, she was your leader, so it made sense that she would be eager to comfort you. it was like she had a sixth sense and could always tell when you weren't feeling yourself.
"c'mere," she'd say, opening up her arms from where she was lying on her bed. without missing a beat, you'd crawl right into her, resting your head on her shoulder. her hands would fall to your back and hug you to her chest.
but today, when she looked up at you asking "what's wrong, mahal?" with her brows furrowed in the sweetest concern, it was like a dam broke. suddenly tears were streaming down your cheeks and all the stress and anxiety you had been feeling for the past few weeks came pouring out.
"baby," she coos as you silently walk over and curl yourself against her. your head falls to her shoulder like usual, your face pressed into her neck.
"m'sorry," you murmur, just loud enough for her to hear.
"you don't have anything to be sorry about," she says, arms wrapping around your body.
you were just starting to notice how her methods of comforting you had changed. it originally started with her hand between your shoulder blades, holding you close like any good friend would. now her hand slides beneath your shirt, barely above the waistband of your shorts, and rubs slow, soothing circles. her other hand finds your side, gently running her finger nails up your bare skin from your hip to your ribcage. a shiver runs down your spine at the sensation.
you tried to explain it to yourself as sophia getting more comfortable with you. but for the past few weeks, every time you found yourself with sophia like this, you could feel your skin grow hot and your body start to twitch like it wanted something more.
with your face pressed into her neck, your tears fall onto sophia's skin. she feels the wet sensation and hums. she grabs your waist and pulls you tighter against her.
"you're okay, now," she says in that soft voice of hers that makes you believe her. she turns her head so you feel her lips ghost over your temple.
you lay there with her for a little while, your tears starting to slow as a wholly different feeling starts to replace the stress. it's unbearable, like it's eating you from the inside out. without a second thought, you throw one leg over sophia's so you go from lying beside her to lying on top of her. you feel her grip tighten on your waist, but she doesn't stop holding you.
you're not thinking at all when you shift your hips slightly. her thigh brushes in between your legs just enough to make you exhale. sophia doesn't move or say anything, so you assume she doesn't notice.
but when you chase that nice feeling and half-roll your hips against her thigh, she definitely feels it. she says your name like a warning. like she wasn't the one sneaking her hands lower and lower every time she touched you.
you don't reply. you shove your face deeper into sophia's neck, so deep that your lips are pressing against her skin. you roll your hips against her thigh once more and it feels better than any sensation you've ever felt before. every awful thought is erased from your brain in an instant.
"what...what're you doing?" sophia asks, like she knows the answer but doesn't want to admit it to herself.
"sophi," you whisper into her neck while grinding your hips into her again. and again. and again.
"fuck, y/n, we can't do this," she says. but she doesn't sound like the strong, confident leader you're used to. her voice shakes and her hands tremble where they're still holding you.
you don't pay her words any mind. you're fully rolling your hips into her, subtle whimpers escaping your lips.
"oh my god," you hear her whisper, more to herself than you. she sounds wrecked. her head sinks deeper into the pillow and, you're not sure if she does it on purpose, but her thigh slightly presses up against you. she grits her teeth. she can feel herself growing hard in her shorts.
"f-feels so good," you mumble into her skin, your hips finding a rhythm against her.
she curses again under her breath. you can practically see the internal battle she's fighting. her fingers press more firmly against your skin like she's losing.
you pull your head barely out of her neck, just enough to look up at her. her gaze shifts from your body to your tear-stricken face. you feel her arms squeeze you tighter.
"please help me," you whisper, eyes wide and glossy.
she swallows and something inside her breaks. that's it. she can't be strong anymore.
"take these off," she says. her voice is still sweet, but her fingers glide under your shorts and panties, hooking in the waistband of both.
you help her by lifting your hips, letting her drag them down your thighs. she nearly groans when she sees how wet the inside of your panties is, but holds herself back. she doesn't want to scare you with how badly she's been wanting this.
you sit up to help her get them all the way off of you. it's then that you notice the huge bulge in her shorts. feeling your eyes, sophia shifts her hips. she feels a little embarrassed by how quickly she got all worked up over you crying and grinding on her.
but her shame fades away when you move to fully straddle her and press your bare pussy over her clothed bulge.
"fuckkk," she groans, hips bucking up into you. her hands grab hard at your hips as you grind against where she needs you most. "oh my god."
she looks down and sees the wet spot forming on her shorts, a mix of your slick and her precum. she's not gonna last long if you keep going.
"shit, help me," she says, reaching for the waistband of her shorts and pulling them down. you help her with both hands, and her cock springs free against her stomach.
you just stare for a second. then you take a deep breath. this is really happening.
"wanna feel it," you say. you grab her with one hand and brace the other on her stomach. you run your hand up and down her length once, noticing how she stiffens beneath you. you can feel that she's still holding herself back. "want it inside me."
she groans loud and she bucks into your hand.
"baby, you can't say shit like that," she practically whines.
"why?" you ask, already rising on your knees and lining her up with your entrance.
"you know why—ohhhh," her train of thought derails when you sit on her cock.
you moan as you take all of her in one long push. you can feel the restraint melting off of her as she stares at where you two meet with something more primal in her eyes.
"you feel so good, sophi," you say as you lift yourself off her and fall back down with another moan.
you ride her just like that, slow and controlled until she's putty beneath you. her hands stay fastened to your hips and the entire time she looks up at you like you're a piece of heaven. she moans your name every time she feels your walls clench around her. it's not long before she feels herself teetering on the edge.
"fuck, baby, i'm gonna come. lemme pull-"
you silence her by leaning forward and pressing your lips hard against hers. she kisses you like she's trying to eat you alive, and you let her. you lean down and kiss her jaw, still sitting on her cock.
"come in me, soph," you whisper, lips pressed against her skin.
"no, i-"
"please."
she freezes for a moment. why do you have to sound so desperate? before she even knows what she's doing, her hands slide from your hips to your ass.
"shit," she murmurs, the last morsel of her morality before she uses her leverage to thrust her hips up into you. a broken, surprised whimper falls from your lips and onto her skin.
then she pulls back as much as she can and thrusts back up into you again, over and over, each one harder than the last. the sound of skin slapping fills the room as she lets herself give into every ugly desire she's had since the first time you came crawling into her arms. she can hear you whining into the spot right under her ear as she abuses your cunt.
"'m so close, fuck," she groans. "m' gonna fill you up."
"please-please-please," you whine, so needy for her.
two more thrusts and she does. her hands clamp down hard on your ass and keep you fully seated on her. she moans your name so loud as you feel warmth flood your insides in long spurts. you gasp at the feeling, your walls instinctively clenching around her and making her climax even more intense.
"holy shit," she sighs once she's come down. "should've done that earlier."
you lift your head with a smile. her hand finds the back of your head and presses your lips back down onto hers. while she's lost in the kiss, you lift your hips up and then back down again on her sensitive cock. she throws her head back in a high-pitched whine. you have to bite your lip to hold back your grin.
lesson learned ★ manager maddy perez x influencer fem!reader
maddy leaves you unsupervised at a party and quickly realizes why she can't do that anymore
part 2 of famous
word count: 2.2k (holy moly)
warnings: SMUT - dubcon?, slutshaming, exhibitionism (on camera), mean!maddy, bi!reader
a/n: this is unintentionally similar to a fic by @bannerue (who also writes great maddy fics!!) but i wrote most of this before i read theirs so this is not me copying, we're just on the same wavelength i guess lol
usually maddy kept a close eye on you at these influencer parties, mainly because you weren't there to get drunk and have fun like everyone else. you were there to do your job: film as much content as possible. maddy drilled this into you, repeating it before every single one of these functions. you'd been to at least twenty by now, so this time around, maddy assumed you could handle yourself while she networked on your behalf.
she descend the marble stairs in some famous tiktoker's mansion, eyes scanning the packed and noisy room for you. she'd left you down here an hour ago with a group of influencers who cared less about you and more about your high follower count and pretty face; a recipe for monetary success.
but when her eyes finally found you in the far corner of the room, she realized she was wrong to assume you'd adhere to her rules. you technically were doing your job as several bystanders were using their phones to record you, but you weren't making dance tiktoks or lip syncing the words to some viral song. instead, you were fully making out with a random tiktoker against the wall.
maddy watched for a few seconds, waiting for you to pull away and end the bit. it wasn't totally unusual for you to film clickbait moments like these which were sure to go viral. but you never pulled away. you were actually enjoying this and ignoring the nosy people who filmed and shouted around you.
maddy watched as you thread your hands through his floppy bleached blond hair and pulled him closer. then she noticed his hands gripping your hips and sliding even lower. maddy's hand gripped the banister tighter, holding herself back from stomping across the room and pulling him off of you. but she could never do that. she was your manager, not your girlfriend.
she had to keep reminding herself of that fact, especially when you wound up tangled in her sheets more and more often, her camera documenting everything. but a crack was forming in her previously solid understanding of your relationship. all the time she had spent compartmentalizing her life into personal and professional boxes was going to waste. she felt everything slowly bleeding into one.
finally, you pulled away from him with a genuine smile spreading across your lips—not the fake ones reserved for online which maddy could tell apart—and your head leaning back against the wall. he reached up and pet your cheek with his fingers. maddy couldn't watch anymore of this.
she made a beeline for you, but still maintained enough grace in each stride to seem composed and unaffected as always. she lightly pushed aside anyone in her way until she was by your side. her hand tugged at your wrist before you saw her. she dug her acrylic nails into your skin, redirecting all the irritation she hid on her face.
"we're leaving," was all she said. to everyone in proximity, she sounded uninterested. but when you looked at her, your smile faltered. her expression was tighter than normal, and her eyes seemed to stare right through you. she'd been angry with you before, but you had never quite seen this look on her face. you knew better than to protest as she guided you away.
the uber ride back to her place was silent besides the clicking of the turn signal. you kept sneaking glances toward her, trying to gauge if she had calmed down, but she kept her eyes trained out the window. her nails tapped steadily against her thigh like the ticking of a timebomb. you weren't stupid enough to say anything when she was in this state.
you followed her inside her house like cattle going to slaughter and sealed your fate by shutting the door behind you. you bent down just inside the doorway, beginning to undo the straps of your heels and mentally preparing for your scolding.
"keep them on," maddy said, her back still to you. she pointed to her right, down the hallway where her bedroom was. "go sit. take off your clothes."
you stood upright, a shiver running down your spine. you hesitated only for a moment before walking toward her room on shaky legs.
your hands trembled as you plucked the straps of your mini dress off your shoulders and shimmied it down your thighs, trying not to trip over your stilettos. left in just a pair of thin lace panties, you awkwardly sat on the edge of her bed, arms tight to your sides and hands nervously grasping onto your thighs.
you could only imagine what she was going to do to you. it would definitely be humiliating. but other than that, the possibilities were endless.
it felt like forever you were sitting there alone. she was probably doing this on purpose, letting the anticipation build, because that was so maddy. your thumb rubbed anxiously against your thigh. your nipples hardened as the cold air from the ac brushed over your exposed skin.
then she was in the doorway. she stands there for a second, manicured hand holding the edge of the doorframe as she examines all of you. she revels in how pretty and vulnerable you look , waiting all naked and afraid just for her. she steps forward and you notice the long silk scarf in her hand.
"you have fun tonight?" she asks in her too velvety voice. she quirks her head to the side like she's already mocking you.
and it's working considering how dry your mouth grows as you weigh your options. what's the right answer? there probably isn't one.
"i'm sorry, maddy," you say, looking up at her through thick lashes as she steps closer. "i wouldn't have done it if i knew-"
"what? that i'd catch you?" her fingers grab your chin and tilt your head up so you're face to face.
that was part of it, but also, you didn't think it would be that big of a deal. it wasn't like you had never kissed anyone or done anything sexual at these parties, and maddy knew that. but that was before she laid you down and finger fucked you on camera for the first time. apparently things had changed since then.
"but you liked it, didn't you? liked having a little attention, hmm?" she says. she pouts her lips like she feels sorry for you.
"no, i-i-" you try to recover, pleading with your eyes and batting your lashes at her. a knowing smile comes across her face as you struggle to give her a straight answer.
"don't worry, baby." you can feel yourself throb between your legs when she calls you that. "i'll give it to you now."
she uses her grip on your face to shove you backwards, hard. you gasp as your back hits the mattress with a soft thump. you don't take your eyes off of her and she appears satisfied with that.
"get on all fours."
you exhale and, knowing maddy is not one to play games, obey. you flip yourself over and climb onto your hands and knees so your ass is pushed back toward her. you're preparing for her palm to crack against your ass at any moment, but instead she surprised you.
she leans over your back, grabbing your wrists and tearing them off the mattress. your upper half immediately folds and you face plant into the comforter with a shriek. she uses one hand to pin your wrists behind your back just above the low waistband of your panties.
you hear her murmur a "pathetic" before snaking the scarf around your wrists. she starts tying a double knot and you whine when she tightens it enough to cut off your circulation. there's no getting out of this one.
you try to lift your face out of the mattress to get a look at your situation, but as soon at you move, maddy's hand is on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the mattress.
"bad girls don't get to move. they take what they're given."
once you stop resisting, she lets go of you and you can hear her take a step back. then you hear the shutter of her phone camera.
"maddy," you whine. "please."
you don't even know what you're asking for and she doesn't answer. you hear her footsteps coming around the bed, then a drawer opening and closing, and more footsteps coming toward you.
"spread your legs," she says from behind you. you struggle to do so without using the leverage of your hands. tiny exasperated noises escape your lips. "come on, you did it so easy at the party, didn't you?"
she finally helps you, one hand landing on the inside of your thigh to push your legs wider. she hums in satisfaction seeing you spread out for her.
"good girl," she drawls. your hips automatically twitch and she laughs under her breath. she already knows how much you fiend for her praise, so you know she'll use it against you.
suddenly, you hear the click of a switch. you gasp at the unmistakable sound of a wand vibrator.
"maddy," you whine one last time into the mattress, the inside of your panties growing damper with anticipation.
"just take it," she says, right before pressing the wand in between your legs.
you instantly moan and your hips buck forward into the mattress.
"ohhh, you've been waiting for this, huh?" she teases.
you absentmindedly nod into the sheets as she applies more pressure over your panties.
"yeah, you're soaking through your panties aren't you? did he do this to you?" you can hear the smile on her face.
"mmm fuck—no," you moan, voice muffled by the sheets as pleasure already starts to build. "you did."
"hmm, looks like my good girl is learning," she says before pressing the wand harder right over your clit.
you whine, your back arching helplessly and your sharp nails digging into your own palms where they're still tied behind your back.
what you don't know is that, while one hand keeps the vibrator flush against you, her other hand holds her phone, steadily videotaping you.
"maybe you're not as much of a slut as i thought you were."
you shake your head, hips still twitching.
"no, 'm not a slut," you whine, your hips now greedily pushing back for more.
"really? could've fooled me," she says. she removes the toy just for a second and focuses the lens on the big darker spot on your panties. then she pulls the fabric to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. "look at how wet you are."
before she presses the wand to your pussy again, she flicks a switch on the toy and turns it up a notch.
"oh my god," you nearly scream, when she presses it hard against your bare clit.
the sensation is so much more intense. your hips are now wildly bucking into the mattress, and your arms are shaking behind you. your whole body is squirming like you're trying to get away and feel more of it at the same time. the squelches of the toy meeting your wetness fills the room along with your loud moans which are growing in pitch. maddy knows that sound well.
"you gonna come already, slut? don't you fucking dare," she says, but doesn't make it any easier as she doesn't move the toy away.
"maddy, please!"
"you haven't been that good yet. you still need to learn how to behave," she chastises you. but it doesn't matter what she says, you can't hold your body back from what it wants.
"oh my god, i'm gonna-"
she immediately switches the toy off and your climax dies in an instant. you whine loudly at the loss, shame taking a backseat to pleasure.
"no. bad girls don't get to come. they learn to hold it."
"no, please-" you plead, helplessly shaking your arms in the restraint and arching your back for her.
"i wouldn't have to do this if you just listened to me in the first place," she says, nudging the powered off toy against your entrance.
"i'll listen," you desperately agree, turning your head so your cheek presses into the comforter and you can see her over your shoulder, still in her dress kneeling behind you.
"yeah?" she asks, sliding the toy against your clit as positive encouragement. a satisfied smile plays on her lips.
"i'm sorry. i'll listen next time, i promise."
she hums, pretending to think it over and torturing you a little longer.
"okay," she casually says before switching the toy back on the lowest setting. it's not much, but your eyes squeeze shut as you moan.
she chuckles, ending the video and placing her phone face down beside her. she uses her free hand to run her nails along your ass. the rest of the night is for her eyes only.
lesson learned ★ manager maddy perez x influencer fem!reader
maddy leaves you unsupervised at a party and quickly realizes why she can't do that anymore
part 2 of famous
word count: 2.2k (holy moly)
warnings: SMUT - dubcon?, slutshaming, exhibitionism (on camera), praise kink, mean!maddy, bi!reader
a/n: this is unintentionally similar to a fic by @bannerue (who also writes great maddy fics!!) but i wrote most of this before i read theirs so this is not me copying, we're just on the same wavelength i guess lol
usually maddy kept a close eye on you at these influencer parties, mainly because you weren't there to get drunk and have fun like everyone else. you were there to do your job: film as much content as possible. maddy drilled this into you, repeating it before every single one of these functions. you'd been to at least twenty by now, so this time around, maddy assumed you could handle yourself while she networked on your behalf.
she descend the marble stairs in some famous tiktoker's mansion, eyes scanning the packed and noisy room for you. she'd left you down here an hour ago with a group of influencers who cared less about you and more about your high follower count and pretty face; a recipe for monetary success.
but when her eyes finally found you in the far corner of the room, she realized she was wrong to assume you'd adhere to her rules. you technically were doing your job as several bystanders were using their phones to record you, but you weren't making dance tiktoks or lip syncing the words to some viral song. instead, you were fully making out with a random tiktoker against the wall.
maddy watched for a few seconds, waiting for you to pull away and end the bit. it wasn't totally unusual for you to film clickbait moments like these which were sure to go viral. but you never pulled away. you were actually enjoying this and ignoring the nosy people who filmed and shouted around you.
maddy watched as you thread your hands through his floppy bleached blond hair and pulled him closer. then she noticed his hands gripping your hips and sliding even lower. maddy's hand gripped the banister tighter, holding herself back from stomping across the room and pulling him off of you. but she could never do that. she was your manager, not your girlfriend.
she had to keep reminding herself of that fact, especially when you wound up tangled in her sheets more and more often, her camera documenting everything. but a crack was forming in her previously solid understanding of your relationship. all the time she had spent compartmentalizing her life into personal and professional boxes was going to waste. she felt everything slowly bleeding into one.
finally, you pulled away from him with a genuine smile spreading across your lips—not the fake ones reserved for online which maddy could tell apart—and your head leaning back against the wall. he reached up and pet your cheek with his fingers. maddy couldn't watch anymore of this.
she made a beeline for you, but still maintained enough grace in each stride to seem composed and unaffected as always. she lightly pushed aside anyone in her way until she was by your side. her hand tugged at your wrist before you saw her. she dug her acrylic nails into your skin, redirecting all the irritation she hid on her face.
"we're leaving," was all she said. to everyone in proximity, she sounded uninterested. but when you looked at her, your smile faltered. her expression was tighter than normal, and her eyes seemed to stare right through you. she'd been angry with you before, but you had never quite seen this look on her face. you knew better than to protest as she guided you away.
the uber ride back to her place was silent besides the clicking of the turn signal. you kept sneaking glances toward her, trying to gauge if she had calmed down, but she kept her eyes trained out the window. her nails tapped steadily against her thigh like the ticking of a timebomb. you weren't stupid enough to say anything when she was in this state.
you followed her inside her house like cattle going to slaughter and sealed your fate by shutting the door behind you. you bent down just inside the doorway, beginning to undo the straps of your heels and mentally preparing for your scolding.
"keep them on," maddy said, her back still to you. she pointed to her right, down the hallway where her bedroom was. "go sit. take off your clothes."
you stood upright, a shiver running down your spine. you hesitated only for a moment before walking toward her room on shaky legs.
your hands trembled as you plucked the straps of your mini dress off your shoulders and shimmied it down your thighs, trying not to trip over your stilettos. left in just a pair of thin lace panties, you awkwardly sat on the edge of her bed, arms tight to your sides and hands nervously grasping onto your thighs.
you could only imagine what she was going to do to you. it would definitely be humiliating. but other than that, the possibilities were endless.
it felt like forever you were sitting there alone. she was probably doing this on purpose, letting the anticipation build, because that was so maddy. your thumb rubbed anxiously against your thigh. your nipples hardened as the cold air from the ac brushed over your exposed skin.
then she was in the doorway. she stands there for a second, manicured hand holding the edge of the doorframe as she examines all of you. she revels in how pretty and vulnerable you look , waiting all naked and afraid just for her. she steps forward and you notice the long silk scarf in her hand.
"you have fun tonight?" she asks in her too velvety voice. she quirks her head to the side like she's already mocking you.
and it's working considering how dry your mouth grows as you weigh your options. what's the right answer? there probably isn't one.
"i'm sorry, maddy," you say, looking up at her through thick lashes as she steps closer. "i wouldn't have done it if i knew-"
"what? that i'd catch you?" her fingers grab your chin and tilt your head up so you're face to face.
that was part of it, but also, you didn't think it would be that big of a deal. it wasn't like you had never kissed anyone or done anything sexual at these parties, and maddy knew that. but that was before she laid you down and finger fucked you on camera for the first time. apparently things had changed since then.
"but you liked it, didn't you? liked having a little attention, hmm?" she says. she pouts her lips like she feels sorry for you.
"no, i-i-" you try to recover, pleading with your eyes and batting your lashes at her. a knowing smile comes across her face as you struggle to give her a straight answer.
"don't worry, baby." you can feel yourself throb between your legs when she calls you that. "i'll give it to you now."
she uses her grip on your face to shove you backwards, hard. you gasp as your back hits the mattress with a soft thump. you don't take your eyes off of her and she appears satisfied with that.
"get on all fours."
you exhale and, knowing maddy is not one to play games, obey. you flip yourself over and climb onto your hands and knees so your ass is pushed back toward her. you're preparing for her palm to crack against your ass at any moment, but instead she surprised you.
she leans over your back, grabbing your wrists and tearing them off the mattress. your upper half immediately folds and you face plant into the comforter with a shriek. she uses one hand to pin your wrists behind your back just above the low waistband of your panties.
you hear her murmur a "pathetic" before snaking the scarf around your wrists. she starts tying a double knot and you whine when she tightens it enough to cut off your circulation. there's no getting out of this one.
you try to lift your face out of the mattress to get a look at your situation, but as soon at you move, maddy's hand is on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the mattress.
"bad girls don't get to move. they take what they're given."
once you stop resisting, she lets go of you and you can hear her take a step back. then you hear the shutter of her phone camera.
"maddy," you whine. "please."
you don't even know what you're asking for and she doesn't answer. you hear her footsteps coming around the bed, then a drawer opening and closing, and more footsteps coming toward you.
"spread your legs," she says from behind you. you struggle to do so without using the leverage of your hands. tiny exasperated noises escape your lips. "come on, you did it so easy at the party, didn't you?"
she finally helps you, one hand landing on the inside of your thigh to push your legs wider. she hums in satisfaction seeing you spread out for her.
"good girl," she drawls. your hips automatically twitch and she laughs under her breath. she already knows how much you fiend for her praise, so you know she'll use it against you.
suddenly, you hear the click of a switch. you gasp at the unmistakable sound of a wand vibrator.
"maddy," you whine one last time into the mattress, the inside of your panties growing damper with anticipation.
"just take it," she says, right before pressing the wand in between your legs.
you instantly moan and your hips buck forward into the mattress.
"ohhh, you've been waiting for this, huh?" she teases.
you absentmindedly nod into the sheets as she applies more pressure over your panties.
"yeah, you're soaking through your panties aren't you? did he do this to you?" you can hear the smile on her face.
"mmm fuck—no," you moan, voice muffled by the sheets as pleasure already starts to build. "you did."
"hmm, looks like my good girl is learning," she says before pressing the wand harder right over your clit.
you whine, your back arching helplessly and your sharp nails digging into your own palms where they're still tied behind your back.
what you don't know is that, while one hand keeps the vibrator flush against you, her other hand holds her phone, steadily videotaping you.
"maybe you're not as much of a slut as i thought you were."
you shake your head, hips still twitching.
"no, 'm not a slut," you whine, your hips now greedily pushing back for more.
"really? could've fooled me," she says. she removes the toy just for a second and focuses the lens on the big darker spot on your panties. then she pulls the fabric to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. "look at how wet you are."
before she presses the wand to your pussy again, she flicks a switch on the toy and turns it up a notch.
"oh my god," you nearly scream, when she presses it hard against your bare clit.
the sensation is so much more intense. your hips are now wildly bucking into the mattress, and your arms are shaking behind you. your whole body is squirming like you're trying to get away and feel more of it at the same time. the squelches of the toy meeting your wetness fills the room along with your loud moans which are growing in pitch. maddy knows that sound well.
"you gonna come already, slut? don't you fucking dare," she says, but doesn't make it any easier as she doesn't move the toy away.
"maddy, please!"
"you haven't been that good yet. you still need to learn how to behave," she chastises you. but it doesn't matter what she says, you can't hold your body back from what it wants.
"oh my god, i'm gonna-"
she immediately switches the toy off and your climax dies in an instant. you whine loudly at the loss, shame taking a backseat to pleasure.
"no. bad girls don't get to come. they learn to hold it."
"no, please-" you plead, helplessly shaking your arms in the restraint and arching your back for her.
"i wouldn't have to do this if you just listened to me in the first place," she says, nudging the powered off toy against your entrance.
"i'll listen," you desperately agree, turning your head so your cheek presses into the comforter and you can see her over your shoulder, still in her dress kneeling behind you.
"yeah?" she asks, sliding the toy against your clit as positive encouragement. a satisfied smile plays on her lips.
"i'm sorry. i'll listen next time, i promise."
she hums, pretending to think it over and torturing you a little longer.
"okay," she casually says before switching the toy back on the lowest setting. it's not much, but your eyes squeeze shut as you moan.
she chuckles, ending the video and placing her phone face down beside her. she uses her free hand to run her nails along your ass. the rest of the night is for her eyes only.
party 4 u ★ rue bennett x fem!reader, maddy perez x fem!reader
winter formal was not the night you were hoping for...
word count: 900
warnings: pure angst, based on last ep of s1
a/n: this is a snapshot of a larger maddy fic i've been writing in my head but might not actually get written lol
stupid. stupid. stupid.
that's all you think as you stumble down the dark neighborhood street, heels clicking against the pavement in an uneven rhythm. you no longer care to pull down the hem of your winter formal dress every time it rides up your thighs or even check your phone when it lights up with texts from worried friends. you curse under your breath; all the time you had spent picking out the perfect dress—the one that fit your body perfectly and made your skin glow—wasted.
you felt stupid thinking back to that version of you. she still existed only a couple hours ago, her chest filled with anticipation and stomach full of butterflies. but she should have known better. you should have known that none of it would matter anyway.
because, by the end of the night, maddy was back in nate's arms, slow dancing like nothing had ever happened. like every time they broke up she hadn't run to you. like you hadn't dropped everything to drive across town and hold her while cried. like she never asked you what girls tasted like and knelt between your legs to find out. she didn't spare one thought for you as she clutched onto nate, her head against his chest as they slow danced for the whole school to see that their never-ending cycle was inevitably repeating itself.
you should have known better than to have hope. this was how it always went. not even your sexiest dress and perfect makeup could change that. maddy would choose nate in every lifetime, never you.
you just couldn't bear to watch it anymore. you trudged home without saying goodbye to any of your friends, skipping the afterparties in favor of a private pity party.
your tears glisten in the dim streetlights, gliding down your painted cheeks and taking your mascara with it. you don't even bother to wipe them away anymore. there's no one here to see you at your lowest anyway.
as much as you want to forget her altogether, flashes of maddy replay in your mind. you wish she thought of you half as much as you thought of her. too lost in your own head, you take a wrong step and hear a cracking noise under your foot. you're thrown off balance, and you catch yourself just before you fall.
you look down and notice your four inch heel completely snapped off the bottom of your shoe, laying lifeless in the street. that's the straw that breaks the camel's back as all the rage rising within you bubbles over the surface. you angrily reach down and roughly snatch the remainder of the heel off your foot.
"so fucking stupid!" you scream, launching the heel with all your strength across the street where it crashes into a front lawn. you've been waiting so long to get this frustration out. you grunt as you rip the other heel off your foot, not without a little struggle, and throw it even harder into the darkness. "fuck," you say to yourself, breathing heavy now.
new angry tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over. you're ready to let them go. it's not like anyone is here to judge you for your outburst.
"y/n?"
you freeze immediately. fuck.
you turn around, brushing your tousled hair over your shoulder like it might make you look less disheveled, and find rue staring back at you in the middle of the empty intersection. your anxiety dies when you notice she looks just as awful as you, if not worse.
you remember her leaving with jules early on in the night, back when you still thought maddy might look at you the way you wanted, but rue was alone now. you're close enough to see tears and glitter streaking down her face and her lips pouted like she might break into a new fit of tears at any second. you wonder what happened to her and, from the similarities of your appearances, guess it might be something along the lines of what happened to you.
something comes over you in that moment that you don't quite understand. it feels like a sense of solidarity. rue is a mirror, reflecting yourself back at you and making your realize you're not as different as you previously thought. whatever it is, it momentarily overcomes your anger and suddenly you're walking toward her.
you don't say anything, you just wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her shoulder. she doesn't hesitate to hug you back, her embrace noticeably tighter than any time she's hugged you before, like she needs it more than you do. you instantly burst into tears, your ribs shaking with loud sobs only muffled by rue's blazer. you almost go limp, letting rue hold you together as you succumb to every horrible feeling inhabiting your body and swirling in your mind.
"it's okay, it's okay," rue mumbles, her own voice quivering like she's crying herself. her hand finds the back of your head, keeping you tight against her shoulder and letting you know that she'll hold you for as long as you both need.
you're not exactly sure if rue knows what's going on. you know she's observant, and you were never too subtle when it came to maddy, so maybe she understands you. either way, by holding you tight and letting you unravel in her arms, she gives you the one feeling maddy couldn't: to feel seen.
fuck around and find out ★ manon bannerman x lara's gf fem!reader
lara pisses manon off, so manon gets the best form of revenge
part 2 of broke up the band
word count: 475
warnings: SMUT - can be read as strap or g!p , cheating, slutshaming, choking
the fight was stupid. it started as a snide comment from lara during dance practice, and only escalated because manon was too stubborn to back down. it was a weak moment where both girls let the exhaustion of the day overcome their self restraint. but it was enough to push manon over the edge.
because now manon was getting the most fucked up revenge on her group member by laying you down in the backseat of her car. she braces one hand on the window and uses the other to push one of your thighs up against your chest. with your skirt flipped up, she pulls your already wet panties to the side. her hips thrust forward fast and hard, making your back arch off the seat and an unintentionally loud moan tear from your throat.
"yeah, you like that?" manon asks before pulling almost all the way out and shoving herself back inside you with even more force. she redirected all her anger from the day into fucking you senseless.
she quickly finds an aggressive rhythm as your hands claw at her back and the sound of skin slapping fills the luxury car.
"bet she wouldn't fuck with me again," manon grunts in between thrusts, "if she knew how good i was fucking her girl."
all your shame from sneaking around behind lara's back melts as manon hit a spot so deep inside you, you didn't even know it existed.
"oh my god, don't stop," you moan, head falling back against the car door. all you could do was hold on for dear life as she bullied your insides.
"fuck," manon groans, stilling inside you for a moment at the sound of your shaky voice. then she speeds up.
the wet sounds grow even louder, matching the obscene noises leaving your throat. manon's hand leaves your thigh and snakes up your body, sneaking under the hem of your shirt. she pulls the fabric up over your tits and then wraps her hand around your throat. you let your head lull even further back, moaning at the sensation.
"who fucks you better, huh?"
you whine helplessly like you don't want to admit the truth. but when you don't answer immediately, manon's grip tightens just slightly on your throat, a warning of sorts.
"tell me," she says, voice calm like she isn't ruining you.
"you do--fuckkk," you moan. your thighs dangle uselessly around her as she bottoms out again.
you're so lost in her you don't even notice your phone vibrating on the car floor beside you. manon peeks down, catching lara's contact name and photo lighting up your screen. she scoffs.
"slut," she spits in your face. then she reaches down, grabs your phone, and tosses it carelessly into the front seat without missing a beat. out of sight, out of mind.
part 2 here
SMUT blurb
a/n: back to my roots with this one! love the concept of manager maddy
"trust me, this is going to be big."
then the she taps the record button.
you're already on your back, completely naked on maddy's sheets. you're a little shy, all things considered, but you trusted your manager knew what would be best for your career. you just didn't think it would be her fucking you on camera.
her free hand pushes your thighs apart, the other focusing the phone camera between your legs.
"hmm, already wet for me?"
her fingertips press against your pretty pink thong right over your clit. you hiss in response. your head lulls to one side and your cheek presses into the pillow. maddy watches all of it, her fingers feeling your wetness soak through the fabric.
"look at that. already so needy."
"maddy..." you whisper, refusing to look up at her, which would mean looking into the camera lens. she smiles at your shyness.
"what? i thought you wanted to be famous?" her fingers press even harder and your thighs shake a little. "this is how it's done."
finally she pushes the lace aside and swipes her fingers through your slick, ensuring the phone captures all of it. when she pulls back, a string of your slickness connects her finger to your pussy. she laughs under her breath and you can't help but feel small beneath her.
"what makes you wetter—being famous or fucked by your manager?"
she doesn't give you any warning before she sinks her fingers inside you. your back instantly arches off the bed and a surprised moan escapes your lips.
"bit of both, huh?"
"maddy," you repeat, but it comes out as a whine now. your voice only grows in volume as she curls her fingers. "fuckkk—maddy!"
"right there, yeah?"
she leans over you to get an angle of your face twisted up in pleasure. as she does, her hard nipples press against the thin fabric of her tank top and you find yourself wondering if this is really just all for the video.
but that thought is short-lived as she removes her fingers with a wet squelch before rapidly pushing them back in. your thighs attempt to close around her hand but she nudges one of them back out with her elbow.
"no, no, no, let them see. let them all see how much you're enjoying this."
her fingers find a rhythm that has your hips bucking and consistent whines pushing past your lips. she hears every variation of "please" and "don't stop" and her name as your fingers claw at the sheets. she smiles devilishly realizing you don't need any practice. you're a natural.
all pressed up in the bathroom line
you're lookin like an angel on the walls of versailles
the most alive i've ever been
but kiss me and i might drop dеad!
word count: 1k
warnings: none - just super cute
a/n: obviously based on the new olivia rodrigo song "drop dead"
it wasn't a question. as soon as you announced to the mismatch group of celebrities that had been speaking to you--speaking was a strong word, tripping over their words would be a more accurate description--you found her hand and dragged her with you.
she didn't ask any questions as you tugged her through the crowd. a few celebs tried to pull you away for a conversation, but you were a woman on a mission. she was perfectly content letting you lead the way. she would've let you lead her off a cliff.
you find the bathroom at the end of a narrow corridor, but two girls are already in line ahead of you. you release her hand as your back hits one wall of the corridor rather ungracefully. your head lazily falls back against the glossy black wall, and manon can't say she's ever seen you so loose. it obviously has to do with the free alcohol that always seems to end up in your hand--manon can't say she hasn't been taking advantage of it either--but that's typical behavior from you. there's something else that's different. it's as if the poise and control you usually maintain is melting off you and puddling at your feet.
only when you open your eyes and a drowsy smile tugs at your lips does manon realize she's been staring.
"what?"
manon is surprised by how soft you sound. minutes ago you were confidently commanding the conversation and probably the entire room. you had an effortless way of doing that. but here, your mask is stripped off and replaced with nothing.
it's also quieter in this hallway, which is so tight it feels more like a crawlspace. it's only wide enough for one person to walk through it, and even that might be stretching it. manon thought a grammy afterparty would have enough budget for more than one bathroom, let alone a wider hallway, but she assumed all that budget was spent on drinks and bribing high-profile celebrities like you to attend.
manon can feel the vibrations of the music as she leans against the wall opposite of you, but it sounds muffled back here. manon's not sure if that's due to the thickness of the walls or because she's standing so close to you that your knees brush every time you shift in your heels. she watches your chest slowly rise and fall mere inches away from her. every time you inhale, she braces to feel your ribs graze hers.
"you look comfortable."
your smile spreads across your painted lips. manon tries her best not mirror you but she's failing spectacularly
"and what if i am? right here."
you lightly pat the wall behind you with one hand. then your hips shift forward from where they were previously pressed against the wall. the fabric of your dress brushes hers like you're asking for something you can't verbalize.
"i'd like that."
"yeah, bet you would."
the girl in the bathroom finally leaves, letting the next in the line enter. but neither of you move ahead, not even when the girl departing stumbles her way between the two of you. you don't even break eye contact.
manon doesn't respond, but she smiles in a knowing way that all but confirms, which makes you laugh. your head lulls further back against the wall, your chin pointing upward as your soft laughter bounces off the walls.
right then, the blaring club lights reflect perfectly off the wall around your head, forming a shiny abstract halo above your curls. the music fades completely as manon only hears a sudden ringing in her ears. it's as if time freezes, and you're snapshotted right there in front of her looking purely angelic. manon sees what she already knows.
she's performed in front of crowds as far as the eye can see, stadiums filled with tens of thousands of people screaming her name. but as time speeds back up and you drop your chin to meet her eyes, your own eyes full of affection she's never witnessed before, she's never felt more alive.
you lift your hand, still grinning, and wrap your fingers loosely around the side of her neck. you gently pull her off the wall so her chest closes the inches in between you and presses against yours. her legs intertwine with yours, one of hers pressing between yours. manon forgets how to breathe.
the ringing in her ears builds, like a good song at the climax of a film, as your head falls forward. your lips meet hers in a delicate crash, if such a thing even exists. she lets you lead, as she always does. her hands scramble for a moment before landing on your waist, holding you firm against the wall. she's also holding on for dear life as the force of your kiss pushes her head back.
the moment feels like a slow-motion movie shot, but still, it doesn't last long enough. it ends with the loud, abrupt crash of the bathroom door swinging open and hitting the wall. you both instinctively jump back, though your hands stay molded to each other. once the girl in the doorway realizes what she's interrupted, she looks between the two of you remorsefully.
but when manon inevitably glances back at you, you're smiling even wider than before. upon seeing that, manon huffs out a short laugh. you glance back at her, something new and exciting growing in your eyes. your hand, still holding the side of her neck, gently squeezes her skin. when she turns back to you, it feels like someone stole the breath right out of her lungs.
she'll never admit it to you, but she's slightly grateful for that random drunk girl, because if you had kissed her for even another second, manon was sure she would have dropped dead on sight. but hopefully, this was something she could get used to.
LUNCH ★ obsessed!manon bannerman x popstar fem!reader hcs
obsessed!manon who will lie half-naked, tangled in your sheets, early morning sunlight peeking through your curtains. she pretends to be asleep, but she's really watching the smooth lines of your bare back as you get ready. she's thinking to herself that she must be the luckiest woman on the planet to be in this position right now.
obsessed!manon who sits at your kitchen table while you prance around your kitchen in your tiny sweat shorts. manon has to fight the urge to pounce on you right then and there. when the food is ready, she eats agonizingly slow because she's too busy staring as you absentmindedly talk about whatever's on your mind.
obsessed!manon who knows you two aren't official yet—you're barely anything—and she doesn't put any pressure on you to change that. but she treats you like her damn wife.
obsessed!manon who gets papped on a shopping spree, several designer bags adorning her arms. no one bats an eye, assuming she's just another celebrity with expensive taste. no one knows that those are the same bags that end up on your kitchen counter the next morning. but a few start to put it together when the miu miu miniskirt manon is seen pulling off the rack is the same one you're wearing in an interview. manon is the only one who gets to see it on the floor later that night...
obsessed!manon who will drop everything when your name appears on her phone. plans? canceled. rehearsals? she's going to be a little late. consequences are a problem for later. she's not going to keep you waiting.
obsessed!manon who goes to one of your LA tour dates. you put her up in the box, and she's leaning over the railing the entire show, eyes fixed on each of your movements like you'll disappear if she looks away.
obsessed!manon who brings you flowers after the show and knows you appreciated the slightly cheesy gesture from your amused smile. she really knows how you feel when you reward her generously that night...
obsessed!manon who is supposed to keep everything a secret, but makes it so damn obvious when she can't keep her eyes off you at a red carpet. her eyes keep flicking several people down the carpet where you're posing for cameras like you were born to do it. she can't help it when you're wearing that damn dress.
obsessed!manon who always throws out your name when she's asked in an interview who she's most excited to see perform or what her current favorite song is. she smiles every time like she knows something no one else does.
obsessed!manon who finally gets papped at your side one random sunday morning in LA, coffees in hand. you two are walking down the street like nothing more than good friends, but tiktok is swamped with so many "the way she looks at her" edits a few hours later. manon definitely watches all of them.
obsessed!manon who would probably tattoo your name or get on her knees in public if you asked her. she is so obsessed with you that her friends make fun of her for it. but she doesn't care. she knows you deserve the world and she'll do anything to give it to you.
broke up the band ★ manon bannerman x lara's gf fem!reader
you're lara's girlfriend, but that's not enough to stop manon
part 2
word count: 900
warnings: SMUT - can be read as strap or g!p (one use of cock), cheating, degradation, this one's pretty fucked up
a/n: guys i kinda hate this but i don't have the energy to make it better...
manon could have anyone she wanted. you knew that, she knew that, the world knew that. one look and everyone was weak in the knees. it was too easy for her. maybe that's why she wanted the one thing she couldn't have.
she knew she wanted you from the moment she laid eyes on you. it was when lara introduced you at some influencer's party and she had to do a double take. you were effortlessly beautiful, the kind that made manon's heart drop to her ass.
you weren't quite lara's girlfriend then, but lara's hand already gripped your waist like you were her property. it was no surprise when you and lara made it official a few weeks later.
manon smiled and hugged and congratulated her friend when it happened, even if she felt a shameful jealousy brewing in the pit of her stomach. she tried to push that feeling away and every other bit of her that was undoubtedly attracted to you. because why would she waste her time on something she couldn't have?
but, every once in a while, manon caught your curious eyes. it didn't matter if you were sitting in lara's lap, manon saw the way you looked at her when she pulled her hoodie over her head, exposing her stomach.
then came the subtle touches. your thigh unmistakably brushed hers under the restaurant table when lara's hand was on your other leg. you leaned into her when you laughed at a joke that probably wasn't that funny.
she thought she was deluding herself at first, that it wasn't real.
but it was definitely real when you came to the party without lara, who had holed herself up in the studio that night. it was real when your eyes met manon's across the huddle of friends like you were daring her to do something. and it was so real when you grabbed her arm on the dance floor and draped it around your waist, pressing your back to her front.
god, she wanted you so damn bad and now her lips were hovering over your neck like you were eve's apple. it was over when you looked back at her over your shoulder, eyes knowing and ill-intentioned. fuck it.
she should've felt guilty when brought you back to her place, kissed you like you were air itself, and sat on the edge of her bed while you made a show of stripping for her. she knew that.
but when she thrust her hips flush against your ass for the first time, she felt nothing but euphoric. it was better than she could have ever imagined.
your hands grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as manon fucks you tirelessly. her hands hold your hips like handles, pulling you back onto her cock every time she thrusts forward.
"manon," you whine, elbows digging into the mattress and back arching impossibly more as she hits an even deeper spot. your head falls forward, forehead landing against the pillow in a soft thud. another series of moans escapes your lips as she grinds her hips. "feels so good—fuck."
"jesus," manon groans, nearly overwhelmed.
so this was how good sex could feel.
she holds you there against her. her hands glide along your skin to your ass, squeezing the flesh.
"such a slut. can't even control yourself."
"mhmm," you hum, nodding against the pillow. your hips roll back against hers, searching for friction "needed you so bad."
"fuck," manon moans, hips involuntarily bucking forward against yours, making you whine. "i needed you, baby."
and then she's fucking you again like she never wants to stop. you can only take it, your entire body thrown forward with each thrust.
"take it. take all of me," manon grunts. one of her hands tangles in your hair and pulls your head back so she can see how good she's fucking you.
oh, she's doing a great job. mascara mixed with tears is running down your cheeks and your lips are hanging open like you've already gone dumb for her.
for a split second, manon wonders if lara has ever fucked you this good. from the distraught look of you, she guesses not. but then she pushes that thought away for good.
lara is a thought for the morning. manon can barely comprehend consequences when your pussy is sucking her back in like she was always meant to be there.
but consequences, like many things, are inevitable. because no matter if manon fucks you every damn day after this (like she plans to) or if you ghost manon tomorrow, lara will eventually find out. these sorts of things always have a way getting found out.
that revelation will wreck manon and lara's relationship for good, which will probably bring all of katseye down with it. the media will obviously speculate as to why the world's fastest rising girl group went up in flames.
if you're unlucky, the wrong person will hear about your very direct involvement and you'll find your name woven into a speculative headline. then ten headlines. then a hundred. then all of them. then, before you know it, you'll be known as the girl who singlehandedly broke up the band.
but that's all an elaborate "what if." consequences are for tomorrow.
the feeling of manon behind you, fucking you like it's all she's ever wanted in this life? yeah, that's enough for now.
warnings: some suggestive comments but nothing too crazy
a/n: god this was so self-indulgent...
lara who you met out of total luck. she lives in LA and you go to college in NYC so there's no way the two of you should've crossed paths. but she was visiting some friends in the city for a week and you caught her eye.
you shouldn't have even been in there—you heard the bouncers at this popular gay nightclub could easily spot fake ids—but you took the chance anyway. by some miracle, you and your friends made it inside.
lara was already there. the club was packed, but still she spotted you from across the room laughing with your friends. she couldn't take her eyes off you, so much so that her friends convinced her to go talk to you. you didn't notice her until she was at your side.
"hi pretty, what are you drinking? let me buy you another one..."
"y/n"
"y/n. i'm lara."
lara who ditches her friends and spends the rest of her week in new york with you. you tell her what time your class ends and she's waiting outside the building, two coffees in hand. instead of doing your homework, you're walking around the city with lara, showing her all your favorite spots. even in class, you keep one hand on your phone under the table so you can respond to her texts.
lara who you know is famous. you're not a fan, but you've heard of katseye and you've seen lara on social media before. still, you don't understand why a celebrity would want anything to do with you, a regular college student, when she had the world in her palm. it seems too good to be true. at the same time, you don't want to question why a pretty girl wants to spend every waking moment with you.
lara who is so down bad so quick. she can't stop thinking about you and your stupidly gorgeous face and your musical laugh and literally everything about you. she can't even explain exactly why, she's just so obsessed with you from the get-go. so it's not a surprise when this becomes more than a one week fling and you start long distance dating.
lara who texts you literally 24/7. she is glued to her phone to the point where everyone around her notices and is lowkey annoyed by it...
"lara, you don't need to check your phone between every song!"
but they don't understand how badly she needs to talk to her girl! she will complain and act like she's going to die if she isn't able to check her phone for whatever reason.
lara who knows your class schedule by heart. she knows the exact times to call/facetime you and when to expect your texts. by proxy, lara's friends and bandmates know exactly when your classes end because lara is glued to her phone and impossible to reach at those times.
lara who is only a little older than you but she's basically your sugar mommy. she will send you money unprompted. she won't say anything, but she'll send an emoji to let you know what it's for: 💅🛍️ 🍱👙 etc. and she expects a picture of the finished product. she'll always respond with compliments.
pretty nails for the prettiest girl
your taste is perfect. now i need to taste you...
baby you don't even know how bad i need to rip that off of you
lara who knows you're busy during finals week so she tries not to bother you. but your study breaks consist of calling her and listening to her ramble on about her day. hearing her voice relaxes you more than anything, even if you're too tired to talk yourself.
lara who stays on facetime with you until you fall asleep despite the time difference. while you're in bed, phone propped up against the pillow to catch your sleepy face, she's usually sitting against the headboard of her bed strumming her guitar. you fall asleep to the sound of her softly singing new songs she's written. she has so many screenshots of you sleeping peacefully on her phone.
lara who flies you out to LA for shows or really whenever she wants to see you. she'll fly you first class—even though you tell her you've been flying coach your whole life so that would be just fine—because "the best girl needs the best things."
she picks you up from the airport herself with the biggest smile you've ever seen. her hug is bone crushing and, when you're in the privacy of her car, she kisses you like she's trying to suck the air right out of you. all of lara's friends know she is the happiest whenever you're in LA with her.
lara who will send flowers and chocolate and clothes to your doorstep out of the blue with a handwritten note.
these made me think of you, gorgeous
lara who goes feral every time you send her a random selfie. doesn't matter if you're lying in bed or at the club, she basically has the same reaction.
oh my fucking god i need you so damn bad
i just started barking at the phone
would be even hotter if you were wearing that in bed next to me...
lara who keeps your relationship out of the public eye. all of her close friends and family know about you, but she loves you way too much to give fans and random strangers on the internet access to you. especially because your life is so normal and she doesn't want to ruin that for you.
on the other hand, it's really weird telling your friends and family that you're dating a celebrity. everyone is (rightfully) shocked and some of them don't even believe you. you don't blame them. you barely believe yourself when the words leave your lips.
you're also really casual about it which doesn't help your friends and family's shock.
"oh, here's my girlfriend's instagram!"
"uhmm, why does she have five million followers???"
or:
"this is my girlfriend's song!"
"wait...that would mean your girlfriend is in katseye..."
"..."
"no fucking way."
lara who will get you and your friends a concert suite when she's performing in new york. it's the most fun night ever, you and your favorite people watching your favorite person perform. your friends tease you about lara the entire show and will jokingly cover your eyes during the MIA outro so you don't have to witness manon all over your girl. when fans online say lara put a "bit extra" into the new york show, you know it was for you.
you and your friends of course get to go backstage and congratulate your girlfriend on a perfect show. and since the kats have a day off before their next new york show, you and your friends join them on a night out, taking them to all your favorite clubs in the city. of course, later that night, you reward lara for making your night so special...
lara who stalks your socials when she's missing you. she will lie in bed half asleep and scroll through your insta posts and highlights just to see your face and feel closer to you. honestly, it makes her really sad sometimes because seeing you in pictures with all your friends on the opposite side of the country makes her feel like she's not a part of your life. sometimes she wishes she could just ditch all her responsibilities and be there with you.
you feel the same way a lot of the time when you stumble across random tiktoks featuring your girlfriend in interviews or performing on stage for thousands of fans. her world feels so far away from yours. it makes you insecure about your relationship sometimes because why would a world-famous singer like her be with a boring college student? but lara shuts that narrative down the second it comes up.
"baby, there is no one in the world better for me than you. don't you dare doubt yourself because i never do."
lara who does get kinda jealous when you post one of your going out pictures on your story. your makeup is done to a tee and you're in an outfit that makes your body look fucking unreal. she hates that people other than herself can see you like that and that she's not there on your arm to fight off the guys and girls you're bound to attract.
lara who will get seriously jealous if she notices one of your friends a little too close in the pics. a lingering hand on your waist or a moment where you're laughing a little too hard with someone is enough to set her off.
she responds to your story as she usually does, but this time it's not her drooling over you. she's always direct, never beating around the bush.
who the fuck is that
but all is well when you send her a drunken video halfway through the night.
"babyyyy, i love you so so much. i wish you were here right now. don't be jealous, m'kay? you're the only one i want forever and ever and ever! now come to new york so i can show you what you've been missing..."
lara who sends thirst traps at literally any hour. sometimes she'll send them to you when she knows you're in class just cause she knows you'll get all flustered. and of course she'll caption it with something nonchalant like she doesn't know what she's doing to you.
missing you hours x
don't i look so good like this?
touch yourself to these later
lara who makes so many different playlists for you. she sends you a new one just about every week and they're filled with sickeningly sweet love songs or the horniest songs you've ever heard, no in between.
lara who meets your family and fits in perfectly. you weren't sure how your normal, low-key family would mesh with your famous girlfriend, but they compliment each other so well. lara will play with your little cousins and cook with your mom and tell the best stories to your siblings like she's just lara, not lara raj of katseye. somehow, you find yourself loving her even more in those moments.
lara who will surprise you with tickets to see your favorite artists and will take you backstage to meet them if she can. she loves seeing how giddy and excited you get meeting your favorite celebrities. it reminds her not to take her fame for granted. it also reminds her of how damn adorable you can be.
lara who is spotted in new york more often after she starts dating you. she's also caught wearing an nyu hoodie and "new york or nowhere" cap which are definitely yours. fans think it's a little strange but don't connect the dots until multiple pictures of her surface with a common denominator: you. it's the two of you walking the streets of new york or at dinner or stumbling out of a club. suddenly you're someone.
one random morning, you wake up to your private insta account having thousands of follow requests. you nearly start hyperventilating. you don't even know how the fans tracked you down since lara has intentionally never posted you, but now you're a recurring character for the eyekons. still, they can't exactly pin down if you're a love interest or a best friend...
lara who loves you so damn much and doesn't care that you're a regular college student and she's a famous idol. she'd drop everything—her career, her fame, her wealth—if it meant having you.
lara who dreams about living with you in new york or LA, whichever you want, and putting a ring on your finger. fuck what the world has to say, she is determined to make you hers forever.
and they were roommates ★ g!p daniela avanzini x 7thmember!fem!reader
dani is the perfect roommate. until the house falls asleep and you put on those damn shorts.
word count: 1.9k
warnings: SMUT - literally just porn without plot, read at your own risk
a/n: this is NOT a comeback. i am just a slut for manon and daniela rn so maybe i'll write some stuff for them then fall of the face of the earth again.
also disclaimer i'm not a katseye fan and lowkey know nothing about them so i'll probably write them super ooc. i've just seen pics of them and i'm drooling uncontrollably so here you go!
you knew damn well you should not be doing this. you told her that so many times, but she never seemed to listen.
"dani, we can't," you whine, but your roommate is already shoving the covers off your body and climbing into your bed.
"c'mon, it's not like anyone has to know," she says with that familiar honeyed lilt. she always makes it seem like it's not that serious, like what's happening between you—what's been happening—won't get you basically killed by your bandmates and label. you're pretty sure fucking your bandmate was number one on the list of things for an idol not to do.
she kneels on your mattress beside you. a hand roams slowly from your knee, up your bare thigh, like she's savoring how you feel.
"you know what these shorts do to me, mami. i can't control myself."
she meant your itty bitty sleep shorts with the pink hearts all over. daniela knew them well. almost every night you'd emerge from the bathroom connected to your shared room in a tank top and those damn shorts. she'd watch you walk around her bed to your own, her gaze shamelessly lingering on your ass when you turned your back to her and climbed into bed.
they hugged you just right and were so short that your ass cheeks basically fell out of them with every step. there was a tent in dani's boxers just watching you obliviously walk across the room. it was even worse when she could see your hard nipples through thin cotton of your top. then you'd crawl into your bed, basically on hands and knees, showing dani everything she couldn't have. until one night she decided, fuck it.
"please, please, please," dani begged that first time, hand palming her hard cock over her boxers. "it hurts so bad. need you to help me, baby."
you agreed that time, mainly because she looked so undeniably hot hovering over you, bottom lip between her teeth and clothed cock brushing against your thigh. you could feel your panties growing wetter by the second.
you naively assumed it would be a one time thing, something you could just brush under the rug and forget afterwards. but after the first time, your roommate seemed to exploit your weaknesses and sweet talk her way into your bed almost every night. tonight was no exception.
"if we keep doing this, they're gonna catch us eventually," you say, though you do nothing to stop her as her hand snakes to the underside of your thigh.
"yeah, maybe," she says absentmindedly, like she's not really listening. instead her hand sneaks up to your ass, squeezing your flesh through your thin shorts. "but not tonight. flip, amor."
she gives your ass a little push like she's helping, but you flip from your back to your stomach all on your own because, no matter your protests, you're still putty in daniela's hands.
"jesus," she groans, both hands immediately moving to grip your ass. her thumbs press into flesh that's hanging out of your shorts, while the rest of her nails claw into the fabric. she gives it a firm squeeze, one that nearly forces a sound from your lips. "you can't look like this and expect me not to do anything about it."
you prop yourself on your elbows, looking over your shoulder at your bandmate. she moves to straddle you while staring down at your body like you're an expensive cut of meat. that look in her eyes is all too familiar.
you're about to say something else, another warning probably, but then daniela rolls her hips forward, grinding her cock against your ass. the words evaporate from your lips. dani, noticing your forced silence and ever so greedy, repeats the motion. she thrusts her hips forward a little harder this time and, even through her boxers, you can feel her cock slip between your cheeks a little. it only makes your shorts ride higher on your ass.
"dani," you whine, letting your forehead fall into the pillow. you're not sure if it's a plea for her to stop or keep going.
"you look so pretty in these, mami," dani says, her thumb tracing one of the hearts on your shorts. she stares for a moment, attempting to memorize the sight before her. "but i'm gonna have to take them off now."
that's all the warning you get before her hands drag up your ass and into the waistband of your shorts. she pulls them smoothly down to your knees, revealing nothing but bare skin.
"no panties again? you were waiting for me to do this, weren't you?" she says, like this isn't a nightly occurrence. you can hear the smile in her voice.
her hands grab your hips and pull your ass up and back so you're on your elbows and knees. a weird mix of fear and arousal settles in your gut. the last thing you want is one of the girls walking in and finding you at dani's mercy like this. at the same time, the only thing you want is for dani to break your back.
you don't have time to consider your dilemma. in the next second, dani is thrusting her cock so deep inside you, you nearly collapse.
"fuckkkk," you moan, your entire body shoved forward by the force of dani behind you. you hadn't even heard her slide her boxers off, so she catches you off guard.
"god, you take me so well," dani groans, bottoming out in one stroke. she holds your hips there, balls deep inside of you. "you tell me to stop but this pussy says otherwise."
she pulls slowly out all the way, then thrusts back in just as hard, pulling your hips back onto her cock so you feel it a little deeper.
"just begging to be ruined, huh?"
"dani," you whine, back arching deliciously for her. your head's up now, chin resting on the pillow, but your eyes are squeezed shut. no matter how many times she has you like this, you never get used to how much she stretches you out.
"shh, shh. don't want anyone to hear, right?"
she knew this was wrong and she knew the two of you couldn't afford to be caught. still, that wasn't enough to stop her from starting a punishing rhythm.
it was like a game to her: how hard could she go without making too much noise? because if she thrusted her hips a little too hard, the sound of skin slapping and the headboard hitting the wall would nearly give you both away. or if she grinded into you a little too well, your mouth would fall open in a porn star moan that might be heard in the hallway.
you tried so hard to be good by biting your tongue and clutching the pillowcase for dear life. still, moans and whimpers slipped from your lips when she reached that spot inside you no one else had touched before.
dani was also a problem. aside from all the dirty words that rolled off her tongue when she was pounding into you, she had a bad habit of groaning a little too loud whenever she felt your walls clench around her.
"feels too good. can't stop," she'd say right before a strangled noise erupted from her throat and she dumped her load in you.
she wasn't there yet. since the very first time, when she came almost instantly, she'd learned how to hold out longer. you however, hadn't seemed to get any less whiny the more she fucked you. dani loved that about you.
a broken moan escapes your lips when she pulls your hips back particularly hard. dani smiles at that, but not for long. two seconds later, you both hear footsteps in the hallway and dani's hips stutter mid thrust.
"shit," dani whispers and you can hear a rare edge of panic to her voice.
that's never happened before. usually dani only pounces on you when she's confident everyone else is asleep. maybe she got too caried away this time.
for a moment, you think she'll pull out and cut her losses. but you should know dani better than that. instead she completes the stroke and bottoms out inside you. another involuntary sound is about to spill from your lips, but dani's hand reaches around you and clamps hard over your mouth. you can feel her fingers digging into your cheeks, holding your jaw in place.
"we're just gonna have to be extra quiet, m'kay?" she says, voice calm and collected again, like getting caught isn't a possibility and she's trying to convince you of that.
she lets you nod a little into her hand before resuming her disgustingly fast pace. she's rutting into you like an animal, meanwhile you can still hear the soft thumping of feet on the hardwood floors outside your room.
your heart is racing just thinking about what your bandmates might be able to hear outside, especially knowing damn well that dani hasn't locked the door. you could push her off if you really wanted and save yourself from the embarrassment and consequences.
but louder than those thoughts is the feeling of her cock filling you up perfectly. it's messing with your head and your ability to make good decisions and consider that maybe being fucked by your bandmate isn't worth the inevitable fallout. so you just take it.
with her hand gripping your jaw, you can barely make a sound and even when you do, it's muffled by her palm. her other hand is still on your hip, keeping your ass bouncing back on her cock.
"good girl, so good f'me," she whispers. you involuntarily clench around her at the praise and dani has to bite her lip to not make a sound. "so fucking good. i can't stop fucking this pretty pussy."
you whine into dani's hand. your wetness is practically dripping down your thighs with every word she says. there's no way you wouldn't let her fuck you when she looks and sounds like that.
there's another creak of floorboards outside the room, but at this point, you both couldn't care less.
"fuck, m'close. you want me to fill you, mami?" she asks like you even have a choice.
"please," you whimper into her hand, barely loud enough to reach daniela's ears. the sound of your voice is enough to send daniela spiraling over the edge.
"oh my fuck," she groans, maybe a little too loudly as her hips still all the way inside of you. her body tenses up and her grip on your hip and face grows impossibly stronger, enough to make your jaw ache. you soon feel her warmth spreading inside you, coating your walls.
"jesus," she mumbles once she's fully unloaded inside of you. she folds over you, still inside you and throbbing, and presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, just above the neckline of your tank top. she finally drops her hand from your mouth and lets you catch your breath. "i needed that. needed you."
her hand rubs up your side below the cotton of your tank top like a silent thank you. it's a thank you for letting her have you like this, with your bandmates right outside the door. it's a thank you for all the times she's had you before, despite knowing how much trouble it could cause you.
you think it might also be a thank you for all the times to come. because, you should know by now, this won't be the last time daniela takes advantage of her sweet, willing roommate.
whoever left that emery walsh req in my inbox, just know that i went way overboard and now it's like 5k words and might be way different than what i originally intended...sorry not sorry
