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[handsoff-daniela]

dani | she/her | lesbian 🌹| 19

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katseye 😽 | sabrina carpenter 🐾 | taylor swift 🧣| plus more to come

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jenna ortega 🖤 | soapy thatcher ❤️ | add more later <3

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[meizinism]

hey girl hey! do you think u can write about megan being clingy after sex??

clingy!megan x fem!reader

cw :: just fluff and megan being needy :(

your bodies were still buzzing with lingering energy. regardless of who was doing what tonight, you were both properly spent. limbs tangled together, bodies pressed up against each other as you simmer in your shared warmth, neither of you are quick to move. the exhaustion settles in your bones, like a bag of sand weighing you both down.

she crawls to your side, barely audible soft hums escaping her throat as she blinks slowly, hands immediately grabbing at your waist or shoulders.

she buries her head in your chest—a silent plea. your fingers reach out and entangle themselves in her brown locks, messing up her hair as you slowly scratch at her scalp, just how she likes it. pink unruly strands from her bangs are sticking to her forehead, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. you could’ve sworn she let out a purr at the sensation, legs bending further between yours. she was fully wrapped around you now, her body caging yours entirely from the neck down.

“you okay?” you mutter, voice still raspy from exertion.

“mmhm. was s’good.” she’d mumble in response with a giddy smile on her face. her words began to slur together, a telltale sign you were losing her. you see her lidded eyes don’t ever quite return back to their usual state, eyelids heavy over her big brown eyes.

you decide to get up before both of you end up falling asleep then and there—you at least wanted to grab her a glass of water, run her a bath, the usual.

you start to speak as you try to untangle yourself from her, “i’m gonna get you some water, okay? i’ll be a minute.” you shift to sit on the edge of the bed, about to get up when a whine catches your attention. you turn back to see megan still lying down in bed with the biggest pout on her face, eyes wide and pleading. she reaches out to paw at your arm,

“don’t go yet…“

you tilt your head expectantly, giving her a c’mon expression. she only doubles down on her whining. she sits up behind you, arms wrapping around your shoulders from behind as she leans close to the shell of your ear.

“stay w’ me a bit longer… pleasee, baby. i’m okay, just need you here…”

and of course, who were you to deny such a sweet sounding request? megan pulled you back down into bed eagerly, reclaiming her spot clinging onto you as she rested her head on your chest before inevitably dozing off. but even then, she made sure of one thing: you weren’t going anywhere.

[meizinism]

undone ✹ megan skiendel & daniela avanzini

synopsis :: after a mistake on stage, megan gets too in her head and spirals. daniela teaches megan a lesson about learning to let go. (3.7k words)

pairing :: megan skiendel x daniela avanzini

contains :: explicit nsfw content, established girlfriends, sub!megan, oral, bondage, porn w feelings, praise kink, strap-ons

a/n :: finally living up to the username… i just love these two sm they stay plaguing my thoughts 🌞 that said, my inbox and requests are openn! come say hi :) this one’s for meizini nation in celebration of all their new pics we cheered

two counts.

that was all megan missed. two beats in the choreography, maybe even less. but in that split second, it might as well have been the floor crumbling right beneath her feet.

it happened at the end of the gabriela dance break. strands of pink and brown hair stuck to the sweat dripping down her neck, her long pink satin skirt flowed like water, brushing against her ankles as she hit every move and flip with a practiced ease.

the added accessory presented a challenge the girls all had to overcome when it came to travelling across the stage; the fact that numerous rehearsals had one of the girls meeting the floor as her foot tripped over the fabric proved this risk to be very real. but with their diligent training, this too became just another hurdle for the group they quickly mastered.

megan had a particularly bad fall during a rehearsal just a week before the festival. it was a one-off incident, but her mistake still nagged at the back of her mind, compounded by one of their staff’s words during their pre-show meeting, directed straight at megan,

“watch out for this section in particular, we don’t want a repeat of you losing control like last week.”

her cheeks burned in embarrassment at the reminder, not just to her but in front of the rest of her members—in front of her.

no one else noticed as her weight shifted too far on her supporting leg. the brunette caught herself before she could even stumble, but the slight hesitation was there. she missed the arm hit on count seven, barely recovering before scrambling to realign herself in the formation half a beat late on count eight.

it was barely visible, but megan knew she noticed. and worse so, thousands of cameras that would immortalise this performance on video probably did too.

for the rest of the show, that simple mistake was eating her alive. every hair flip, every smile—it all felt like she was just papering over a crack that everyone had already seen. that sentence rang louder in her head over all the deafening cheers, like a broken record stuck looping the thought, a shameful reminder.

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by the time their set was over and the girls waved their goodbyes, megan’s throat was tight with bile. the applause felt like static in her ears. she forced her best grin as the group filed offstage, every muscle in their bodies still brimming with adrenaline. it took everything within her to blink back the tears threatening to spill over her waterline.

in the wings, megan moved on autopilot. the gravitational pull she felt to daniela was natural, habitual by now. she expected a tight hug or loud cheers of celebration.

instead, she was met with silence—thick and suffocating, taut with tension she couldn’t name but couldn’t bear. the smile plastered on daniela’s face wasn’t meeting her eyes, her muscles still tense, and she didn’t offer megan much more beyond a glance and a quick side hug. daniela’s perfume still clung to her skin, but the warmth of her arm was gone, leaving megan colder than before.

fuck.

finally, she felt a familar hand slip into hers. usually, her girlfriend’s touch grounded her, but tonight it only reminded her how clammy her own palms were, how badly she was shaking.

“you okay?”

daniela whispered, leaning in close. the burn of her gaze sent megan’s heart pounding. all she could muster up was a fast nod to cover the wet sting in her eyes, squeezing her hand back in appreciation while the lump in her throat grew heavier. daniela didn’t push.

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the van ride back was unbearable. the rest of the group was still high on the buzzing atmosphere, chatting animatedly and laughing through the fatigue as the staff murmured about schedules. megan sat pressed against the window, the misstep playing over and over in her head. daniela was sat right next to her, hands still intertwined.

she told herself she should be comforted by the gesture. that this was proof daniela wasn’t angry, disappointed. but the silence hollowed her out. the other girl stared straight ahead, jaw tense, thumb moving in absentminded circles against her skin. no words. no smile.

megan chewed on her lower lip as she kept sneaking glances over at daniela, trying to decipher her unreadable expression. it felt mechanical, like the handholding was out of obligation. her heart lurched as her mind raced,

she doesn’t even want to look at me, she must be so embarrassed of me. she was perfect up there, and i just ruined everything.

her grip tightened, willing herself not to break down then and there.

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the girls file into their respective hotel rooms in a tired silence, exhaustion finally overcoming them.

megan’s brain was still functioning on overdrive as the pair reaches their shared room. she lets daniela enter first, as she always does. though usually it’s out of love, today it’s out of apologies. she shuts the door behind them with a soft click.

“i’m sorry,” megan finally mumbled. the words felt like sandpaper in her throat, her voice slightly hoarse from not speaking for so long. daniela turned around with a raised brow.

“for what?”

“for… tripping during gabriela... i- i don’t know, for screwing up the dance break we all worked so hard on. and that was the exact mistake i was trying to avoid, i know i let everyone down, and you must be so—”

lips crashed against hers with a bruising force, instantly cutting off the taller girl’s ramblings. megan couldn’t even protest being shut up before melting into daniela’s touch, desperately kissing back like the brewing silence between them had unknowingly deprived her so badly, leaving her starving. daniela pulled back first, voice firm.

“no. no, baby, don’t do that.”

megan blinked hard, chest still heaving. her eyes searched her girlfriend’s face for a crack, any sign of disappointment lurking in the recesses of her mind. daniela reached for her hands, providing an anchor even as megan tried to curl back in on herself.

“look at me.”

forcing herself to comply, megan observed daniela’s expression was softer now, the tension in her jaw giving way to something resembling guilt. she eyed megan carefully before speaking again.

“i’m sorry i was being so quiet on the way back,” she began, thumbs brushing over megan’s knuckles. “i wasn’t angry at you, not in the slightest. and you definitely didn’t let anyone down, mei.” a hand reached up to cup her cheek, daniela’s thumb brushing away a stray tear.

“i was just so angry at him. the way he talked to you right before we were about to go onstage, it was like he was trying to get in your head. as if you’re not already carrying enough shit.” daniela shook her head as the memory replayed, anger bubbling up again at the thought.

the realisation hit megan like a flood. she snapped her mouth shut with a nauseating click as her teeth connected, brain scrambling to process her girlfriend's words as the puzzle pieces finally click into place. “that’s why you didn’t say anything on the way back…?”

daniela exhaled, a bitter laugh escaping her. “yeah. cause if i opened my mouth in that van, it would not have been pretty. and i didn’t want to stress you out anymore by drawing attention to it.”

the breath megan didn’t even realise she’d been holding broke free in a relieved sob. her shoulders collapsed as daniela pulled her in, arms circling her waist and holding her firm against her chest. she shushed and cooed at megan’s cries, rocking them gently back and forth. megan’s hands fisted the back of daniela’s oversized shirt like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

“you’re too hard on yourself, amor. i know how stressed you’ve been about today.”

megan let’s her eyes flutter shut, relishing in the feeling of being seen, weeks of exhaustion laced through her bones.

“you’re right,” she begins, voice slightly muffled against brown curls. “i know, i just… it’s all so overwhelming, dani. it’s too much, and i’m so tired.”

daniela is silent for a moment, as if she’s digesting megan’s words with serious consideration, slowly chewing the tendons of the phrases. a thumbs snakes its way beneath the hem of megan’s hoodie, gently brushing her hip bone.

“i think… maybe you need to let go for a while, mei.”

daniela’s voice is lower now, huskier. megan pulls back from her embrace, scanning her features. her irises are darker.

“i could help.”

“and how would you do that?” megan challenges, a small smirk tugging at her lip. daniela never backs down from a challenge.

she smiles and launches forward, pulling megan down slightly by the strings of her hoodie to pull her into a heated kiss. she doesn’t give her girlfriend much time to react, capturing megan‘s surprised moans as she takes advantage of it to pull her in deeper. megan simply melts into daniela’s touch, tilting her neck down slightly to adjust and find a comfortable angle.

“you just need… to not be in control anymore,” dani murmurs against megan’s now kiss-swollen lips.

in one swift motion, daniela captures both her wrists and pulls her arms behind her back, pressing them firmly into the dip of her spine. megan gasps at the sudden movement, subconsciously squirming against the restraint as she feels something hot twist and turn in her stomach at the feeling.

“do you want someone else to be in control, baby?”

daniela’s voice skipped several octaves lower, intoxicating and slightly rough around the edges. every syllable dripped with something dark and commanding, a hunger megan felt more than she understood. the sound coiled through her like smoke, setting low in her abdomen until her body ached with it.

the younger girl’s breath hitched, desperate to smother the groan clawing its way up. she nodded—once, twice, too fast—obedient before she’d even registered the weight of what daniela was asking. it didn’t matter. she would’ve agreed to anything if it meant daniela would keep speaking like that.

“strip for me, and lie down.”

megan wasted no time following her orders, stripping her clothes off in a haze of shaking fingers and speedy hands, each piece haphazardly discarded somewhere on the floor. left in a mismatched set of black underwear, the exposure to the cool air of the hotel room sent a shiver down her spine, before megan laid down atop the plush comforter. she rested her head upon the pillow, legs outstretched and slightly parted into a thin V shape.

a grin slightly too sharp at the corners slowly unfurled across daniela’s face, watching on like she was observing a fly trapped in her web. she padded forward, stopping at the foot of the bed. they were familiar with this game. the anticipation was its own form of torment and thoughts of what was to come plagued megan’s mind—the promise that left daniela’s tongue, the way she stood fully clothed while megan was laid bare, subjected to devouring eyes.

“now, are you going to behave for me? or do you need your hands tied?”

the rush of blood in megan’s ears thrumed louder as she bit her tongue, a distraction from the sudden and sharp ache blooming between her thighs. they both know how touchy she can get, how bad she was at keeping her hands to herself. but when her girlfriend had the softest head of hair, and made the most delicious noises as her nails raked down her back, could you even blame her?

she nodded sheepishly, already feeling the rise and fall of her chest speed up. with a knowing smirk, daniela began her search for what they would need tonight. she went straight for the closet, packed with both of their clothes, the sound of rustling filling the room. every sound only made megan grow more impatient, having to keep herself from pressing her thighs together in search of some kind of relief.

at last, daniela turned around to face the bed, and in her hands was one of the spare belts from their stage outfit.

“fuck,” megan whispered to herself. “i haven’t even touched you yet, baby,” daniela teases, to which megan could only respond with a needy whine.

daniela climbs up the bed to meet megan, reaching behind her back to unhook the clasp of her bra with ease, as they’ve done so many times before, before tossing it to the floor to join the rest of the discarded garments.

“arms up.”

megan easily complies, wrists crossed and lifted above her head. daniela moves to straddle her, and she feels a slight tug at the skin of her wrists. she intricately wraps the belt around megan’s wrists, tying them in place to the headboard. “if it’s too much or starts to hurt, let me know, okay?” daniela whispers, pressing a soft kiss to megan’s forehead before moving back to the foot of the bed.

in her new position, megan’s vision was slightly obscured. but the faint sound of metal against metal soon filled the room, and she stilled. heart already hammering against her rib cage, she felt delirious as the pulsing in her core grew stronger.

there was something about not being able to do anything—about not needing to do anything—which was so positively chilling. every burning sensation daniela’s fingers left in their wake felt heightened, their trail blazing its way to almost between her thighs. as her fingers drifted closer to where she wanted the most, megan’s thighs clenched together, until daniela wrenched them back open with two corrective hands. megan whined and pulled at her restraints, and was met with a light slap on her inner thigh. a warning.

“uh-uh, legs open for me.”

the older girl’s body snaked up against megan’s, pressing kisses in the valley between megan’s tits before continuing her assault on each one with well-placed sucks turned into hungry bites, fangs digging into the soft flesh.

“ahh- dani… please…” megan nearly moaned her body keened with want at a particularly sharp bite. she felt something prodding against her core, teasing. megan couldn’t stop herself from grinding against it, desperate for any friction to alleviate the painful ache. daniela scoffed as she pulled back, immediately stopping megan’s movements.

“please what, baby? isn’t this what you wanted—to let go, to stop being in control?”

megan was suddenly filled with regret at her words, frustration boiling beneath her flushed skin. in some sort of last attempt, she tried craning her neck upwards to capture daniela’s lips in another kiss. she grumbles when the other girl pulls back and scolds her once more, “behave.” megan whimpered pitifully, and daniela leaned down to connect their lips once more. the kiss was less heated this time, but still swelled with something heavy.

daniela shifted, moving to kneel between megan’s parted legs. “if you can’t be a good girl for me, we can stop,” she threatened, her breath hot against megan’s core only caused the latter to squirm as she frantically shook her head.

“no, no, please, i can… i can be good.” daniela gives her an expectant look and cocks her head slightly. cheeks burning at the implication, megan’s tongue dips out to wet her lips before continuing, “let me be your good girl, mami… please.”

with a pleased smile, daniela mumbles as she caressing megan’s clothed centre, “relax.” the whites of her teeth peek out as they latch onto the cotton fabric of megan’s underwear and pull the waistband down, letting go with a snap that causes megan to jolt and hiss. finally, she hooks her fingers beneath the elastic and pull them down, discarding them with the growing pile on the floor.

slender fingers tease up and down the insides of megan’s thighs, “god, mei, look at you. you’re dripping… all this just from being tied up and spread open for me, hm?”

megan swallows sharply as her thighs twitched, humming softly. another slap against her thigh elicited a yelp. “yes,” she breathed, “just f’ you.”

“good girl.” daniela drawled before finally rewarding megan with a firm lick of her tongue up the weeping hole between megan’s legs. megan cries out and throws her head back into the pillow. she tried to keep still and behave, the restraints digging into her skin serving as a brief distraction from the pleasure coursing through her as she writhed under daniela’s mouth.

“fuck, dani, oh fu-huck…” megan mewled as daniela traced familiar patterns, targeting where she knew megan would feel it most. she placed a hard swipe against her clit, and megan nearly blacked out for a moment. lewd, wet noises filled the room as megan babbled incessantly, begging for more. she grinds her hips against daniela’s mouth and whines at the bite she receives in exchange.

daniela’s tongue dips further inside her entrance, lifting megan’s thighs over her shoulders to grant herself better access. megan continued her incoherent whimpering as daniela expertly pushed her close to her edge, but never letting megan teeter over, “please, please dani— i—“

the older girl pulls away, and megan groans at the loss. she steals a glance at the view in front of her: her thighs bracketing daniela’s face, mouth and chin glistening with megan’s arousal.

“poor thing, need to come already?” daniela cooed. “im afraid that’s not for you to decide, remember? you don't get to come unless i say so. understand?”

megan could feel herself twitching around nothing, the heat growing increasingly unbearable, but with a disappointed nod she mumbled a “yes, mami.” seeing her girlfriend’s hips twitch, she thought it was time to give megan what she wanted. she fisted the dildo and dragged it between megan’s folds, coating it with her slick. she passes over megan’s swollen clit, pressing into it until she coaxed out a sob.

“so needy for my cock,” daniela groaned, sliding her hands beneath megan’s thighs and pressing them upwards, bending them at the knee until they were flush against megan’s abdomen in a V shape. “keep them like that or i’ll stop.” megan feels out of breath, panting as she tries to keep her legs pulled in as close as possible.

the head of daniela’s cock slips past her entrance and into her pussy, stretching her walls with every inch. “there you go, baby,” daniela praises, “fuck, take it all f’ me like a good girl.”

their position allows daniela to push her strap so deep into megan’s cunt, deliciously prodding against her walls as the pressure makes megan’s eyes roll back with a string of loud moans and pants. the stretch fills her up as her hole swallows daniela’s faux-cock greedily. another wanton cry is torn from her throat when daniela rolls her hips slightly, burying megan up to the hilt as she bottomed out, the walls of her pussy fluttering at the welcomed intrusion.

watching megan fall apart under her alone made daniela’s throat go dry, the way her arms weakly pulled against the restraints as firm hands hold her legs in place. “my pretty slut,” daniela praised again before pulling out slightly and pushing back in.

she was met with little resistance, wetness dripping out of megan’s cunt and likely dampening the comforter. megan moaned as daniela found a rhythm, just taking what’s given to her. daniela’s pace never falters, hips pistoning into the other girl with determination as she relishes every moan and small sound befalling her girlfriend’s lips. she shifts one of her hands to thumb at her clit, rubbing sloppy circles against the bundle of nerves.

“fuck, dani,” megan gasps, “i can’t- i— oh god, right there, fuck,” megan cries hoarsely, feebly trying to grind her hips back to meet daniela, pull her deeper into her sopping cunt. the restraints bit into her skin as she struggled.

“so fucking tight— you like when i fuck you like this?” daniela grits between her teeth, “pussy’s taking me so good, fuck.” her fingers on megan’s clit speed up, matching her rising pace pounding between her legs. daniela looks up and meets megan’s half-lidded eyes and recognises the tightening of her cunt around the silicone.

“please, i’m so close, dani, please i need it so bad, please—”

daniela smirked at the whiny mess megan had reduced to, “already, baby? are you that needy?”

megan nods, barely comprehending what daniela’s saying anymore, as long as she can relieve the tightening coil between her thighs, feeling her impeding climax as her body brims with the feeling of daniela filling her up so full, the roll of her hips vicious. “i’ll be so good, please j- just let me come, please mami—“

with a firm press down on her clit, daniela gave in, “come for me, mei.”

megan’s bones stiffen, muscles contracting as her head slams back into the pillow, mouth agape as her orgasm crashes into her like a tsunami. her spine arches off the bed as she gasps for air that doesn't reach her lungs, breathless as she feels her pussy twitch around daniela’s cock thats still mercilessly thrusting into her. she whimpers and sobs through it, rolling her hips in time with daniela’s movements as she babbled, mostly to herself, a heady mixture of ‘thank you’s.

after working her through the aftershocks, daniela slowly pulls out. megan groans half-heartedly and her hole twitches at the sudden emptiness. daniela leans up to press soft kisses all over megan’s face, showering her with reassurance as her facade completely melted away.

“so, so good for me, amor. you did so well, mei.”

megan smiled weakly at her soft words, heart lurching with warmth. daniela carefully undid the bondage, freeing megan’s wrists and gently rubs at the tender flesh, pressing kisses into her biceps, her shoulder, as sweet murmurs fill the newly silent room.

“c’mere,” eventually, megan shifts and creates space for daniela, patting it gently—an invitation. daniela doesn’t need to be told twice, curling into megan’s side as her head rests on her chest. “how do you feel?” daniela starts.

megan tilts her chin down and kisses her firmly, full of reassurance and love. “so much better.”

“yeah?” daniela couldn’t hide the smile in her voice.

“yeah. i think i could afford to mess up again if it meant i kept getting whatever that was.” megan was met with a playful swat on the arm before she felt daniela curl deeper into her side.

she could definitely get used to this.

[handsoff-daniela]

trading megan thoughts for megan thoughts… #FEEDUS

guess that photo has us both in a chokehold 😽

I'm thinking thoughts about before you both start dating, and the reader is another member of katseye.

she's very touchy feely, always using whatever excuse she can to touch you (and maybe you like to give her one). "accidental" brushes against each other, always dancing next to each other so you two can grind on each other, and even always sitting next to each other. after rehearsal, during interviews—if there's room for two, the both of you take it up.

megan has an amazing laugh that you'd do anything to hear. making the worst jokes to try and crack her up (okay, and maybe she laughs a little too hard. or laughs at the wrong jokes). that was your 'friendship', trying to make her laugh, and her trying to make you feel like the funniest person alive. it didn't matter if no one else laughed, as long as she did.

there's this persistent question in the air of: 'will you, won't you?' and it drives both of you crazy. until one day, perhaps after a very steamy dance number, where she's grinded on you for just a little too long, or you're casually hanging out when her hand "accidentally" slipped too far up your thigh. you pull megan aside—somewhere quiet and intimate. finally, you let your frustrations out and just kiss her. and it feels soooo good. her hands are all over your body, yours are tangled in her soft hair.

walking out of the room, with both your lipstick smudged and all over each other, you felt a little shameless, knowing what you two had done while surrounded by others, while megan acted almost triumphant. it would've been awkward getting caught, but luckily, before anyone spots you, megan turns to you and smirks—wordlessly pulling you back into the room. she's eager to get her hands on you again.

[byulworldmgzi]

More Vamp!Megan x (freaky)Dani, this could count as a continuation of the last meizini drawing i did

Clean, bloodless version under the cut!

For the less freaky(normal) people

[meizinism]

thinking thoughts about megan. . . megan has me feeling like:

U AND THAT DAMN PHOTO got a bit carried away take this as a gift for sticking by me muacks

mmm megan….. 😛😛😛mmm

i have soo many thoughts ab her but recently ive keep going back to desperate sub megan ☹️ cause literally have you seen her!!

poor baby is so needy for you all the time, constantly so desperate for any kind of physical touch she can get from you. trying to grab at you all day while you’re out with friends, just needing to feel the warmth radiating off of your body against her like it’s oxygen —

grabbing at your forearms, her own arm permanently around your waist as you walk together, wordlessly pulling you onto her lap like she’s your designated seat because it allows her hands to roam allll over you while you just sit there and look pretty for her!

she buries her face into the crook between your shoulder and your neck as her hands travel up your legs, (seeing the size of her veiny hand against your thigh is enough to send your brain short circuiting) fingerpads trace further up your inner thigh and linger farrr too long for it to be appropriate in a public setting.

hot pants against the nape of your neck grow heavier, and you can tell from her glazed over eyes + the way she’s worrying her bottom lip between her teeth that her vivid imagination has totally abducted her off of planet earth. 🥴🥴

you slap her hand back in both shock and as a warning when her thumb brushes against the hem of your underwear, immediately snapping her out of her fantasies and she ACTUALLY has to muffle a whine against your skin… ugh just her being soo desperate she can barely control her noises whenever shes around you, even in public.

BUT honestly so many megans occupying my brain… nerd!megan… bratty!megan… puppy!megan… the list goes on

[handsoff-daniela]

thank you qween. I love it 😽

[handsoff-daniela]

rules 🪩

{i will write 🌹}:

♪ all my faves (plus a few that might not have made the list, watch out 🫣)

♪ fluff/angst/smut

♪ oneshots/head canons/imagines (but I am hesitant about writing more than one part)

♪ toxic, dubcon, dark

{i won't write 💔}:

♪ men/trans masc/straight pairings or readers. this is a sapphic blog, purely focused on women and I'm not knowledgeable enough to comfortably write trans masc in the way that represents them properly.

♪ fictional characters. that's what my other blog is dedicated to (specifically yellowjackets)

♪ things that make me uncomfortable, like certain kinks, noncon, etc.

{extra content}:

♪ I use the goth rave format, so a lot of my posts might make for a better read in that setting.

♪ I don't typically write a description of the reader {race, body type, etc}, however I do write for most female readers, so if you have any specific requests, please don't be shy.

♪ please keep this space respectful. don't harass, insult, or use slurs towards me or anyone else on my page. I don't stand for that.

♪ piggybacking off the last point, please be polite. I try to make the effort to get to all my asks, but if I haven't gotten to yours yet, give me some time. i work and have uni, so I can't dedicate all my time to this blog.

thank you <3

[m4nonz]

Obsessed gf Megan Pls

cw. headcanons w/ obsessed megan! light nsfw, light yandere behavior.

megan is pretty… determined. she wanted you from day one, and she knew she would have it, she just had to find out how. she stalked you, all your posts, every single like, ever single story… and she found out a lot about you, that made things easier for her.

also, still in your social media, she learned your entire rotine. c’mon, it was easy to become the perfect person for you, making conversation by your “shared” interests and all that. she knew you would fall in love and you did.

she treats you very, very well, she does literally everything you ask her to… and even what you don’t ask her to. if she sees you like an outfit pic or something like this she’ll immediately buy this for you, if she overhears you saying to a friend that you want to eat something different the food will arrive at your door an hour later! its almost scary…

comments on every pic you post at least ten times just to make sure that everyone that sees your post will understand you’re taken, she have no problem in being seen as the obsessed girlfriend because… that’s exactly what she is.

she’s not very good at understanding boundaries when it comes to you… she wants to expend all her free time with you, she wants to leave rehearsals early to be with you, she ruins her sleep schedule just to stay awake talking to you, she doesn’t mind… and if you need some time alone or with someone who isn’t her, she’ll be heartbroken, really.

sex isn’t a exception when it comes to knowing boundaries… she could easily eat you out until her jaw couldn’t move anymore. to the point where you have to physically push her head away after your fourth orgasm because she can’t seem to let go of your pussy, head buried between your thighs for hours.

[jeeseth]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ GIRLFRIEND!KATS TEXTS

pairing . katseye x fem!reader ( mens dni ! ) genre . crack and fluff :3 cw . none

a/n — pls take this as an apology for not updating for more than a month already 🙏😭

[riris-heart]

lara raj being younger than you hcs.

author’s note: younger!gf lara was the winner so here she is!! hope you guys enjoy and if you have anything suggestions for manon and/or lara please send them my way! follow me for more marz content <3

warnings: sfw, slight nsfw, lara being down bad, sapphic content.

suggestions: read in dark mode!

younger gf!lara is DOWN BADDDDD! she kisses every ground you walk on and would do anything for you. if you’re feeling too lazy to put your shoes on, she’s on her knees instantly, securing your laces.

she lives for wanting to make your life easier, she does everything she can so you can just sit pretty.

younger gf!lara is sooo chivalrous. she’d literally run from a far distance just to make sure you don’t touch any doors. she wants to be the one to open and close doors for you. pull out your seat when you two are on a date. she always makes sure you’re standing inside of the sidewalk away from the road.

younger gf!lara being so damn attentive to you. she can detect every mood, just by an eyebrow raise. she knows when you’re angry, uncomfortable, horny. she knows it all and she knows how to take care of it.

younger gf!lara is never intimidated by the age gap. it actually excites her. she loves spoiling her ‘boss lady’, as she likes to call you, and she wouldn’t want anything other than that.

younger gf!lara being soooo affectionate that it was something you had to get used to at first. she loves kissing your hand, and all over your face daily. she always wants you on her lap, your designated seat. she wants you in her space always.

younger gf!lara being the biggest service top there is. she’s a giverr, she loves pleasing you, even if that means discarding her needs for you. actually, being between your thighs, drinking your juices is enough to have her creaming in her pants.

younger gf!lara loves always give you more than you can take. you’re not done unless she thinks you’re pleased enough.

“you’re done? oh, no baby. you deserve more than a couple of orgasms. i’m not done with you yet. just lay back and be pretty.

younger gf!lara loves to pump her strap deep inside you just to watch the way your body reacts to her. she feeds off your reactions and it just builds her stamina to keep going.

younger gf!lara loves when you get on top to take control but it never lasts long. she either starts taking control by thrusting her hips up into you or flipping you two over, quickly grabbing your arms and putting them over your head while she pounds into you.

younger gf!lara who takes after care sooo seriously. if you want a bath, she’s quickly on her feet making you the most relaxing bath after. if she wants you there with her, she’s quick to slide herself in behind you, leaning you back onto her, while she showers you shoulder with small kisses.

younger gf!lara is just a huge service lover and loves worshipping you.

[ormundshightower]

Sabrina Carpenter Manchild (2025) dir. Vania Heymann & Gal Muggia

[emmaharwoods]

TEARS 2025, dir. Bardia Zeinali

[jolenegifs]

LARA for KATSEYE, Gap 'Better in Denim'

[xgalas]

DANIELA For Entertainment Tonight @ the 2025 VMAs

[handsoff-daniela]

hi hi, first post in a new sideblog! I'm very excited to announce it, but I will make a more detailed post later. anyways, stay tuned <3