boring dumb bitch

19 ✦ masc ✦ she/they

[korvuxz]

korvuxz :: 19 :: she/they :: lesbian

⋆˚꩜｡✮ freaky as hell, minors stay away

⋆˚꩜｡✮ i write primarily for katseye

⋆˚꩜｡✮ masc!f!reader no.1 advocate (typically dom), sophia's husband

⋆˚꩜｡✮ any form of racism / homophobia / transphobia etc will not be tolerated

 © korvuxz 2025 :: plagarism is not allowed

FANTASIZE / katseye ot5 / headcanons

LET'S START A RUMOUR / lara raj / smau series

GAMEBOY / daniela avanzini / oneshot

[meizinism]

how katseye would react to you dressing futch

pairing :: ot5 katseye x futch!reader

cw :: slightly suggestive, (baby’s first…) smau, 7th member!au, fluff/affection, barely proofread im sleepy

sleuthing eyekons have managed to dig up some of your old photos from the pre-SIS era— it only took two hours for #futchy/n to start trending all over tiktok and twitter.

and with the traction the rest of futcheye has been getting, management has finally let you ditch the pastel skirts and soft makeup, and embrace your grunge roots to help promote the beautiful chaos era.

so you brought back your shaggy wolfcut, the piercings all over your ears, on your eyebrow and lips, and the baggy clothes.

one last thing: the girls had no idea what was coming.

# sophia’s solo live

sophia’s hunched over a bowl of instant ramyeon, slurping noodles while she reads the chat and talks in between bites. she’s mid-answering a question about her skincare routine when the bedroom door creaks open.

without looking, “is that you, mahal? you’re back early.”

user01 ‘mahal’ #NEEDTHATT

you walk in. lip piercing catches the low light, plaid pants hanging low on your hips, graphic tee torn just right at the collar. you’re sipping from the thick straw poked into your bubble tea, one hand carrying another sealed cup—sophia’s favourite order.

she freezes mid-noodle pull and they hang from her lips. you glance at her, she slowly swallows.

she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks you up and down as she tries to contain the growing smile on her face (and the warm blush creeping up her neck).

“y/n…?” she swallows, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to regain her composure.

“got you your favourite, surprise.” you flash her a big grin as you place her drink in front of her.

“…this is the surprise?” she blinks up at you in disbelief, already pulling you down by the arms next to her on the couch. one of your arms drape behind her shoulders, sparing the chat a quick greeting before immediately turning your attention back to the filipina.

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me. i’m not complaining about it, though.”

she tries to keep the conversation she was having with the chat going, but everyone can tell how distracted she is. her hands are everywhere, one running through your new haircut, then snaking over your thigh just below where the camera cuts off. it seemed as if seeing this side of you unleashed some possessive streak within her.

her unspoken message was loud and clear — you were all hers and hers only.

she hand creeps dangerously far up your inner thigh, and she can’t help but make eye contact with you through the reflection of the live under the guise of looking at the live chat.

you snicker into her shoulder, trying to hide the way your cheeks warmed under her touch. only sophia could somehow turn your surprise around into making you the flustered one.

user02 damn girl no one’s taking her from you😭😭😭😭

user03 sophia hands where we can see them

user04 SON/N MY PARENTS ARE BACK

# manon’s solo live

user01 have you seen y/n’s predebut pics??

manon can’t help the smirk that forms on her face, the corners of her lips quirking up. her hand moves up to stifle a giggle.

”y/n’s old pictures? yeah, that was like, a different person. oh! have you guys seen that one of her— hold on. she looked so different in this one.“

she pulls out her photos app and scrolls back, seemingly already having the photo downloaded. eventually, she flips her phone around to show a picture of you in a pair of black washed low rise jorts, a loose grey muscle tee, and layers of gold jewellery around your neck. you had short messy layers, but beyond your old style there was something else that immediately caught eyekons’ eyes.

user02 IS THAT WHT I THINK IT IS????

user03 oh we were NOT meant to see this one

user04 y/n smokes?

between two of your fingers was indeed a cigarette, a faint puff of smoke was still leaving your mouth. as the comments flooded in, freaking out about this new side of you, manon quickly realised her mistake.

“oh, shit—!” she whipped the phone back around, side eyeing the camera with an awkward chuckle. “okay, maybe not that one. can you guys just, like, erase that photo of y/n from your memories now?”

as if right on cue, the door behind her opens “what photo of me?” you pry, happening to catch the last bit of her sentence before walking in.

“babe—!” manon whips her head around, immediately hiding her phone against her chest in a panic, until she processes the sight in front of her.

you looked as if you were pulled straight out from that photo, outfit almost exactly the same. manon practically chokes on air, rapidly blinking as she looks between the you in the photo and the you standing right there in her room. her mouth agape, she lets out a dry scoff while you walk over.

“are you live now?” you stand behind her chair, looking at the phone and waving to the camera with a smile. “hey, guys!”

“wha… sorry, do i know you?” her voice came out low as her eyes were trained onto you, livestream fully forgotten while her hands came up to pull you in by the waist. your hands moved over hers to remove them and hold them instead, still conscious of the number of eyes on both of you.

you looked down and noticed the bright screen in her lap still displaying the photo manon was showing off earlier. “you seem very familiar, actually.” you tease, nodding to the photo. “so you like it?” you gesture vaguely to your outfit, cocking an eyebrow.

she just blinks up at you, and luckily for her the camera couldn't catch how dilated her pupils were from that angle. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, eyebrows raised in an expression that conveys all the thoughts you both know you couldn’t speak out loud before a small laugh escapes her.

“mhm...” is all she finally manages out, fingers hooking into your belt hoops. “i could definitely get used to this, ma.”

user05 earth to manon

user06 right in front of my salad…

# daniela’s solo live

daniela is sat on the studio floor, still in sweatpants and a fitted tank top. her curls are pulled into a messy bun, face still flushed from rehearsal.

“okay, okay, i’ll answer one more question before i head off. y’all are wild today…!”

she squints at the phone screen, reading through some comments as she chuckles softly.

the studio door creaks open, and you walk in. a black tank top loose enough to show the tattoos on your ribs, layered chains, and low-slung cargos.

you give her a lazy nod. “you still live? hi, eyekons!”

daniela’s jaw is on the floor. you notice the way her eyes flick from your lip ring, to your tattoos, back to your face. she stares in silence like she’s studying every detail, and it was a lot to take in.

“damn, mami.”

her voice was barely loud enough for the microphone to pick up on it, but the shape of her lips made it easy to decipher her words.

user01 IS THAT Y/N???

user02 dani calling y/n mami fork found in kitchen

user03 y/n looks sooo bf today

she half heartedly claps her hand over her mouth after she processed her words, but without enough conviction for you to think she really cares. you lean against the wall with both hands in your pockets, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“you good, dani?” you respond, smug. it was hard to not let her reaction get to your head.

her eyes continue to shamelessly roam all over your body, eyebrows furrowing together. “what are you wearing?”

you shrug, slowly walk over and settle next to her. ”going back to my roots. do you like it?” your thigh presses up against hers and you feel the way she tenses.

before daniela could even respond, you reach up and adjust her necklace slightly, fingers brushing against her collarbone as you fix it.

“wasn’t sitting right,” you mumble softly. her pupils dilate and her back straightens ever so slightly. you make eye contact with her again, and she's just staring. brown eyes meet your through her thick lashes, and in that moment it was like you two were the only beings in the universe, the livestream long forgotten.

user04 get a room PLEASE

user05 i just know they get freaky as hell

user06 @/user04 NO DON’T RUIN THIS FOR US

”we’re going to have to end this live early,” she finally speaks up. “i need a cold shower.”

”need company?”

she glares at you, her usual laugh sounds hollow as she fails to downplay the tension in the room. a beat passes, and your hand reaches over hers on the floor, brushing it gently.

“yeah, that’s it. you guys don’t need to see the rest of this, right?” daniela’s already grabbing for her phone, reaching for the ‘end live’ button. the last thing eyekons see is your huge, knowing grin before it cuts to black.

# megan’s solo live

megan was mid-sentence during a story about another one of her behind-the-scenes antics (that according to her: is entirely manon’s fault) when she caught a glimpse of you entering the frame. she blinked a couple times, stuttering.

“…so then i was telling the staff that—uh… h-hold on… sorry, what??”

she watches as you approach the phone, waving and greeting the viewers with a smile, far too nonchalant. she takes it all in, the hair, the rings, your oversized flannel. megan tries to keep it together but the she is visibly flushed, giggling nervously as you got closer.

“this is… new.”

“mhm, the big bosses let me dress like myself again,” you explained with a smile, doing a quick fit check for the live before taking a seat next to her on the bed.

she hasn’t been able to tear her eyes away from you. she looked between you and the camera, staring in a combination of shock and attraction.

“did- did you guys know about this?” she pointedly questions the chat, seeing a flurry of equally confused viewers.

user01 WHO DAT IN THE BACKKK

user02 megan’s blushinggg LMAO

you catch a glimpse of the latest comment and grin, turning to see her for yourself. sure enough, her cheeks were dusted a shade of pink. she seems to have noticed and scrambles to change the subject.

“yeah, you— uh… you look good. really different.”

a soft laugh escapes you before you casually lean back on the bed. “good different?” she manages a simple nod before continuing to admire your new look. she tilts her head and you can practically hear the gears whirring from where you’re seated, no matter how casual she’s trying to appear.

“soooo, the piercings? did you have to redo them? it’s been, like, two years since you’ve worn them regularly, right?”

you grinned at her, tapping the spikes on your eyebrow to give the audience a better look. “not as bad as you think. i didn't need to redo them, just had to clean ‘em up a bit. thankfully they didn’t fully close up.”

she nodded like she was processing the information, but it was obvious her mind was far elsewhere. “and what about these—?” she reached for your hands, admiring the shiny rings on them.

she tilted your hands around, thumb sneaking over your veins just slowly enough to be intentional. her eyes almost looked glossed over—deep, deep in her imagination.

user03 my dream necklace 💗

user04 #futcheye is alive and well god bless

“wait…” her eyes narrowed in on a specific chunky silver ring. it was a simple silver band with a ring of stars engraved on the exterior—the matching rings you two had gotten when you first met at the start of DA.

the blush on megan’s face somehow grew deeper. “i didn’t know you still had that.” her voice was softer now, lacking that teasing edge from moments ago. her gaze travels back up to meet yours, lingering long enough for fans to definitely clip it by tomorrow morning.

“yeah! this— you, you look… this is just, really working for you.” her voice dips into that higher register again as she leans back slightly, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten.

the tension had broken, but it was impossible to miss the way the tips of her ears were practically burning red now.

user05 mein/n wedding rings!!!

user06 my mein/n heart <3

# lara’s solo live

“y’all, i… can i even answer that? i feel like y’all already know my answer, though,”

lara’s laugh rings through the living room. she’s somehow ended up on the topic of discussing her type with the eyekons.

user01 she loves her mascs wbk

user02 i’d turn gay just for lara… just one chance

user03 another loss for the fems :(

she stares at the chat long and hard while she contemplates, but without any supervision from her fellow members, lara was a little less… filtered.

she broke with a giggle. “fine. you guys got me, i like mascs, okay? yeah yeah, you all saw it coming, whatever.”

“i guess i find myself drawn to the whole dark, mysterious thing. i knowww it’s cliche as hell, but like, it’s intriguing for a reason, guys,” she defended herself.

“oh, word?”

lara’s head whips around so fast she could’ve almost actually gotten whiplash. as if she summoned you, you stood in the doorway — almost tauntingly with your transformation.

you were in an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of jorts that ended just below the knee, and a black beanie. your mouth was caught in a knowing smirk, internally laughing at the perfectly coincidental timing.

lara, on the other hand, looks like she wants to devour you. her eyes widen significantly as a low chuckle escapes her, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

user04 HELLO??

user05 not her type literally walking in rn omfg

user06 describing her type and it’s just y/n…

“wow,” is all she has to say for once. she gives you a proper once over, looking you up and down. she beckons you over and turns to the chat while you walk closer. “i’m gonna need a minute, guys…”

you give a brief hello to the chat, suddenly a lot more flustered. you forget how easy it is to feel self conscious under lara’s intense gaze.

“were you waiting at the door?” “no! i swear, it was a complete coincidence.” she looks up at you suspiciously, but her hands say otherwise.

you’re standing next to her chair now, half your body out of frame. her hands immediately grab onto your hips to pull you closer, “you know damn well what you’re doing, coming in here looking like this.”

you just shrug, giving your best nonchalant smile. as if her warm hands weren’t leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

the hand that’s out of frame snakes under the fabric of your shirt, thumb reaching for the bare skin. it swipes over the fabric of your waistband peeking out. as soon as she feels the elastic, her eyes dart up to yours and her eyebrows raise.

you couldn’t do anything but match her expression, an unspoken challenge.

“she’s lucky i’m live right now.”

that one sentence was enough for the chat to explode to new extremes and for the warmth in your cheeks to fully consume you, spreading down to your chest.

user07 no guys they just have deep friend love

user08 WHAT DID SHE SAY?????

“you can’t just say that…!” you offer a weak rebuttal. between her words and her hungry expression, it was hard to come up with anything beyond that.

“you gonna shut me up then, babe?”

lara grins back at you. one of your hands finds her hair and strokes her scalp, you look down at her with hooded eyes.

with a sharp yank, she pulls you down by the collar, forcing you to play along with some ‘emergency meeting’ they suddenly had to attend, and therefore needing to cut the live short.

user09 foreplay on main is CRAZYY

a/n :: just happened to hit 200 followers as i was making this, so guess you can consider it a special! i got so carried away with this one 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[pulpfriction01]

arrested — daniela avanzini

summary: you accidentally go viral and have to convince your jealous girlfriend that no, you’re not actually going to run away with sabrina carpenter.

tags: fluff, humor, something short n funny for gags, everyone is dramatic, no beta

you didn't think tonight would end with you going viral for getting arrested by sabrina carpenter, but here you are.

the staples center is fucking packed. you're here with your publicist maria who somehow scored front-row tickets to sabrina's short n' sweet tour, and honestly? you're just trying to have a normal night. which is hilarious because nothing about your life has been normal since that netflix series blew up two years ago. you've been to premieres, award shows, done press tours across three continents, but something about concert crowds still makes you feel like a regular person. just another fan in a sea of thousands, singing along to songs about messy relationships and bad decisions.

dani had wanted to come, but katseye's in the middle of preparing for their upcoming tour and the rehearsals have been running late every single night. she'd texted you before you left—"have fun baby!! send me videos!!"—with like six heart emojis, and you'd promised to film all the best moments for her.

you're wearing the leather jacket dani got you for your birthday, black jeans, and boots that make you feel taller than you actually are. the kind of look that makes your girlfriend go a little feral if you're being honest. you'd sent her a mirror selfie before leaving and she'd replied with "fuck" and nothing else for ten minutes.

maria is next to you, filming the opening act on her phone, probably already thinking about how to spin this for your social media. she's good at her job, has been handling your career since you were nineteen and doing local theater, back before the netflix show changed everything. she's also the only person in your team who knows how to tell you no, which is probably why you haven't accidentally torpedoed your career yet.

"this is so fun," maria says, and she actually means it. she's not even working right now, just vibing, which is rare for her.

the lights go down. the crowd screams so loud you feel it in your chest. sabrina takes the stage in this sparkly outfit that probably costs more than your car, and the energy in the arena goes absolutely insane. she's performing hit after hit—"espresso," "nonsense," "feather"—and you're genuinely having the best time. you film a few songs for dani, making sure to get good angles, singing along to the ones you know.

you're so focused on getting a good video of "bed chem" that you don't notice maria elbowing you until she's practically bruising your ribs.

"what?" you ask, still filming.

"oh my god, she's looking this way," maria hisses, gripping your arm with actual claws apparently.

you glance up from your phone—you were literally just about to text dani asking if she's eaten dinner yet because your girlfriend forgets meals when she's stressed—and sure enough, sabrina carpenter is standing at the edge of the stage, microphone in hand, scanning the front row with this dangerous little smirk.

the kind of smirk that means someone's about to have their night completely changed in front of thousands of people.

you meet her eyes for a moment, and there's this flicker of interest on her face.

"well hello," sabrina says into the mic, and her eyes are still on you. "now that’s interesting."

the crowd starts screaming, sensing something's about to happen.

you raise an eyebrow at her, playing it cool even though your heart is picking up speed. this is fine. you're composed. you're—

"you in the leather jacket," sabrina continues, pointing at you with one perfectly manicured finger. "yeah, you with the whole 'i could ruin your life' energy. i like that."

the crowd fucking screams. maria has your arm in a death grip.

you tilt your head slightly, the corner of your mouth lifting in a small smirk. playing into it just a little because you're not about to look scared on camera.

"oh she's confident," sabrina says, grinning wider. "i love that. what's your name, gorgeous?"

"y/n," you call back, and your voice carries even without a mic. smooth. steady. good.

"y/n," sabrina repeats, and the way she says it sounds filthy somehow. "you know what, y/n? i don't usually do this. like literally, i never do this. but there's something about you that's making me want to break my rules tonight."

the screaming gets louder. you can feel every phone in your section pointed at you.

"what kind of rules?" you ask, leaning forward slightly against the barricade, and the confidence in your voice surprises even you.

sabrina laughs, delighted. "oh, you're trouble. i can tell. before we get into that—" she turns to her dancers, who are already approaching with the pink fuzzy handcuffs. "think we need to bring her up here?"

the crowd absolutely loses it, chanting "yes! yes! yes!"

you shake your head slightly, still smirking, playing the reluctant card even though your pulse is racing.

"don't be shy now," sabrina teases. "you were all confident two seconds ago. what happened?"

"i'm good down here," you call back.

"oh but i'm not good with you down there," sabrina says, and the innuendo in her voice makes everyone scream. "come on, baby. don't make me beg. actually, wait—do make me beg. i'm into that."

the whole arena is chanting now. maria is actively pushing you toward the security guards who are ready to help you up.

you let out a breath, run a hand through your hair—a nervous habit that you manage to make look casual—and move toward the stage. security helps you up and suddenly you're standing in front of twenty thousand people and every single one of them is staring at you. the stage lights are hot and bright and you can barely see the crowd but you can hear them, feel the weight of their attention like a physical thing.

sabrina's there, hand extended, eyes sparkling with pure mischievous energy. up close she's even prettier than on your tv screen, which seems unfair. she's glowing, skin perfect, smile devastating.

"hi," she says, softer, just for you even though the mic still catches it.

"hey," you respond, and you manage to sound calm, collected. you take her hand—her skin is soft and warm—and she pulls you closer to center stage.

"so, y/n," sabrina says, circling you slightly, looking you up and down in a way that's definitely intentional. "you come to a lot of concerts?"

"some," you say.

"you always look this good?"

you huff out a small laugh, ducking your head just slightly—the only crack in your composed exterior—and the crowd goes wild. "you're something else," you murmur, and the mic barely catches it but it's enough.

"oh i’m something else?" sabrina's closer now, right in your space. "babe, you walked in here looking like every gay panic pinterest board come to life and i’m something else?"

the way she says it, the way she's looking at you—it's a lot. you maintain eye contact though, holding your ground even as you feel heat creeping up your neck.

"you know what you did?" sabrina asks, voice dropping lower.

"enlighten me," you say, and okay, maybe you're enjoying this a little.

"you showed up to my concert looking illegally fine. like, i could actually arrest you for this. disturbance of the peace. my peace specifically." she turns to the audience. "she's disturbed my peace, right?"

the crowd screams agreement.

"so here's the thing," sabrina continues, trailing a finger along the collar of your leather jacket. "i'm gonna need to detain you for a minute. for safety reasons."

"is that right?" you keep your voice level, but there's amusement in it.

"oh absolutely. you're dangerous. i can tell." she gestures and her dancers bring over the pink fuzzy handcuffs. "you gonna cooperate or do i need to get rough with you?"

your eyebrow quirks up. "what happened to asking nicely?"

"please, baby," sabrina says, and her voice drops into this register that's absolutely deliberate. "let me put you in handcuffs in front of twenty thousand people. what do you say?"

the way she phrases it, the double meaning hanging in the air—the crowd is absolutely feral.

you hold out your wrists, still maintaining that calm exterior even though internally you're very aware that your girlfriend is going to see this. "go ahead."

sabrina takes your wrists carefully, and there's something almost gentle about it despite the whole bit. she clicks the fuzzy handcuffs on while maintaining intense eye contact. "you're being so good," she says into the mic. "i like it when they don't resist."

you let out a breath that might be a laugh, glancing away for just a second before meeting her eyes again.

"oh, did i make you shy?" sabrina teases, noticing immediately.

"i'm fine," you interrupt, and your voice is still steady.

"you're more than fine," sabrina says, then turns to the crowd. "isn't she more than fine?"

the screaming is deafening.

sabrina walks you around the stage a little, one hand on your cuffed wrists, guiding you. "so what do you do, y/n? besides walking around looking like that?"

"i'm an actress," you say.

"oh?" sabrina's eyes light up. "anything i would've seen?"

"maybe."

"mysterious. i love that." sabrina leans in closer. "you know, there's this line from this one netflix show.” she pauses dramatically, then her voice drops, sultry and deliberate. "what was it? 'i'm not good at asking permission'?"

your eyes widen slightly. she's seen your show. she's quoting your character's line—one from a pretty heated scene—and making it sound absolutely filthy in this context.

"you watched it," you say, and for the first time there's genuine surprise in your voice.

"oh i did more than watch it," sabrina says, grinning. "i studied that scene. multiple times. for research."

the crowd is losing their collective mind. you can feel your composure slipping just slightly, heat definitely visible on your cheeks now.

"that's—" you start, but honestly what do you even say to that?

"what? you thought i brought you up here random?" sabrina laughs. "baby, i clocked you the second you walked in. been thinking about this for the past hour." she turns to the audience. "should i tell her the truth? should i admit i've had a celebrity crush?"

the screaming somehow gets even louder.

you're definitely blushing now, but you manage a small smile. "this is a lot of information."

"too much? should i stop?" sabrina's close again, and her free hand comes up to straighten your jacket collar unnecessarily. "because i can keep going. i got a whole list of thoughts about you that probably aren't appropriate for this venue."

you laugh—you can't help it—and shake your head slightly. the calm composure is cracking around the edges now.

"you're trouble," you tell her, echoing her earlier assessment of you.

"takes one to know one," sabrina responds. she's playing to the crowd but her attention is fully on you. "okay, one more thing before i let you go. and i need you to be honest with me."

"alright," you say, curious.

"that scene. the parking garage." sabrina's grinning now, fully committed to flustering you. "how many takes did that need? because i feel like you were really into it."

your jaw drops slightly. that scene was intense—your character pinning someone against a car, all tension and barely restrained want. "you're really gonna ask me that right now?"

"i really am."

"a few takes," you admit, and the crowd screams at the implications. "professional reasons."

"professional," sabrina repeats, nodding solemnly. "sure. and the way you grabbed her—that was all scripted?"

"we had... some freedom to improvise."

"i knew it," sabrina says triumphantly. "god, that's so—okay, i need to stop before this gets too personal." she takes a breath, fanning herself dramatically. "you're gonna be the death of me."

you're fully smiling now.

"alright," sabrina says, starting to uncuff you. "i'm releasing you back into the wild. you're free to go. but first—"

she pulls you in for a hug. it's quick but warm, and she gets close enough to whisper—not quite into the mic but audible enough—"you're even better in person."

then she kisses your cheek, just a press of lips to skin, and the crowd loses their absolute fucking minds.

she pulls back, gives you a wink. "thanks for being a good sport. now get out of here before i decide to keep you."

you head back toward the stairs, still managing to look relatively composed despite everything.

you glance back, eyebrow raised in question, but she just grins and blows a kiss.

you sit back down next to maria, who's still filming, eyes huge.

"holy shit," maria breathes. "she quoted your show.”

you chuckle and you can't quite process it yet. your hands are slightly unsteady as you run them through your hair.

"dani's gonna kill you," maria says, but she's grinning.

"yeah," you agree quietly. "yeah, she is."

the concert continues. sabrina performs "juno" in full now, doing the choreo, and she keeps glancing over to where you're sitting, throwing little smirks your way. you maintain your composure, but there's definitely a small smile playing at your lips.

by the time you get to your car after the concert ends, you're already viral.

you know because maria shows you her phone in the parking lot and the twitter timeline is absolutely fucking flooded. your name is everywhere. clip after clip after clip of the interaction, taken from every possible angle. people in the nosebleed sections somehow got footage. there's already a youtube video titled "sabrina carpenter FLIRTS with y/n y/l/n for 10 minutes straight (FULL INTERACTION)" with 400k views and it was posted thirty minutes ago.

"oh my god," you breathe, scrolling through maria's phone since yours is currently exploding with notifications and you've learned not to look when something goes viral.

the way sabrina carpenter QUOTED y/n's show... she's been watching... she's a FAN... this is insane

THE PARKING GARAGE SCENE REFERENCE IM ON THE FLOOR she really said let me bring up the hottest scene from your show in front of thousands

y/n maintaining composure for 9 minutes and then slowly getting flustered is everything to me actually

there's already edited photos, cropped screenshots of moments that look even more intimate than they felt. someone caught the exact moment sabrina whispered in your ear and your expression is soft, a small smile playing at your lips, the stage lights catching the slight flush on your cheeks.

the edits start rolling in as you're driving home. you're at a red light when maria gasps and shoves her phone in your direction.

"don't look while driving," she says, then immediately contradicts herself, "but oh my god look at this."

it's a tiktok edit. someone set the whole interaction to "good luck, babe!" by chappell roan, with the beat drop landing exactly when sabrina ran her finger along your jacket collar. the comments are unhinged.

i know daniela from katseye is somewhere screaming crying throwing up

this awoke something in me that i'll need to discuss with my therapist

another edit, this one on twitter, has the parking garage scene from your show cut together with footage from tonight. someone added text: "sabrina's been STUDYING."

NOT SABRINA SAYING SHE WATCHED THAT SCENE MULTIPLE TIMES FOR "RESEARCH" LMAOOOOO

someone check on dani please... her girlfriend just got publicly thirsted over by sabrina carpenter

the way this is the FIRST TIME sabrina's ever brought someone up for juno and she picked y/n... like she SAW her and said i need that one specifically

the leather jacket the mysterious energy the way she barely smiled but when she did it was devastating... im unwell

you pull into your apartment complex and sit in the car for a moment, scrolling through your own phone now. the notifications are endless. instagram is a nightmare. your latest post—a selfie from three days ago—has 80k new comments and they're all about tonight.

came here after the sabrina thing and uh... hi can you arrest me too

dani better lock you DOWN before sabrina tries something

you finally check your texts. your manager is thrilled, talking about how this is "incredible organic publicity" and how your q score is probably "through the roof." your co-star is sending you memes people have already made. your sister wants to know why she had to find out via twitter that sabrina carpenter has a crush on you.

still nothing from dani.

you head inside, stopping to grab your mail even though it's just bills and a nordstrom catalog. your apartment is quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavy after being in an arena with thousands of screaming people. you drop your keys in the bowl by the door, toe off your boots, and stand in your living room trying to figure out what to do.

call dani? text first? show up at their building with food and apologize for something that wasn't even your fault?

your phone buzzes. finally, a text from your girlfriend.

dani 💕: saw the video

dani 💕: all of them actually

dani 💕: every angle

dani 💕: enhanced footage

dani 💕: slow motion replays

dani 💕: the one where someone zoomed in on your face when she quoted your show

oh no.

you: baby i can explain

dani 💕: the girls are having a FIELD DAY with this

dani 💕: manon is doing a dramatic reenactment

dani 💕: sophia won't stop laughing

you: im so sorry

you: it just happened

you: she picked me i didn't volunteer

dani 💕: she said she's had a CELEBRITY CRUSH

dani 💕: she QUOTED your show

dani 💕: the parking garage scene???

you: i didn't know she'd seen it

you: i was just trying to stay calm

dani 💕: we're talking about this when you get here

dani 💕: the girls want to talk to you for "investigative purposes"

dani 💕: aka they want to roast you in person

dani 💕: be here in 20

you grab your keys again and head back out to your car, stopping at in-n-out because showing up empty-handed seems like a bad strategic move. you get enough burgers and fries for all six girls plus extras because you're not above bribing them.

the building is quiet this late, but you have a visitor pass that gets you through security. the woman at the desk recognizes you—you've been here enough times—and she's smirking.

"saw the video," she says. "all ten minutes."

"please don't," you respond, and she laughs.

you take the elevator up to the fifth floor where the practice studios are, following the sound of voices and laughter down the hallway. studio 3 has light spilling out from under the door. you balance the in-n-out bags in one hand and knock with the other.

the door flies open. sophia stands there, phone already out and recording.

"the celebrity crush has arrived," she announces, and you hear everyone inside crack up.

you walk in to find all of katseye sprawled around the studio. dani's on the couch, arms crossed, but you can see she's fighting a smile. manon is literally on the floor. lara's got her laptop open with what looks like the twitter trending page pulled up. yoonchae is eating chips. megan's watching you with undisguised glee.

"i brought food," you offer, holding up the bags.

"oh she brought BRIBES," manon says, sitting up. "this is serious."

you set the food down on the table and everyone descends on it immediately except dani, who stays on the couch, watching you with an expression you can't quite read.

"so," megan says around a mouthful of burger, "sabrina carpenter has a celebrity crush."

"apparently," you say carefully.

"on you," lara adds, turning her laptop so you can see a tweet thread analyzing every moment of the interaction. "specifically you."

"she's never brought anyone up for that song before," sophia says. "we checked. like literally never. and then you show up and suddenly she's breaking her routine."

"and quoting your show," yoonchae adds. "the sexy scene."

"okay but in her defense," manon says, and you feel a moment of hope that someone's on your side, "that parking garage scene was really hot."

"not helping," dani says, finally speaking, and her voice is tight.

the other girls exchange looks. there's a beat of silence.

"we'll just... go eat these in the hallway," manon says, grabbing the food bags. "give you two some privacy."

they file out, but not before sophia mouths "good luck" at you and megan makes a praying hands gesture. the door closes and then it's just you and dani in the studio, the mirrors reflecting the two of you, the space suddenly feeling much smaller.

"dani—" you start.

"ten minutes," she says. "she flirted with you for ten minutes."

you move to sit next to her on the couch, leaving some space between you, not sure if touching is allowed right now. "i didn't encourage it."

"you looked at her with that look," dani says, and there's something in her voice you can't quite place. "the one that made me fall for you."

your heart squeezes. "i was just trying to stay composed. you know i don't like being on the spot like that."

dani observes, “you were... smooth. confident. and then when she quoted your show you got all soft."

"because it caught me off guard! i didn't expect her to have actually watched it."

"three million views," dani says, staring at her hands now. "the main video has three million views and it's been five hours. everyone's talking about how perfect you two looked together."

you shift closer, reaching for her hand carefully. she lets you take it, which feels like progress. "dani, look at me."

she does, and her eyes are a little glassy.

"i was thinking about you," you say quietly. "when i was up there, when she was doing all that, i was thinking about how you were going to react. i wasn't swept up in some moment with her. i was just... trying to get through it without looking completely awkward on camera."

"you didn't look awkward," dani says. "you looked—" she stops, swallows. "you looked good. really good. and she noticed. and now everyone else notices."

"i don't care what everyone else notices," you tell her. "i care what you think."

"i think—" dani's voice cracks slightly. "i think she's sabrina carpenter. she's beautiful and talented and she has a crush on you and she's not afraid to show it in front of thousands of people. and i'm just—"

"you're my girlfriend," you interrupt firmly. "you're the one i'm in love with. you're the one whose tour rehearsals i show up to even when i've been on set for twelve hours. one pop star flirting with me doesn't change any of that."

dani's quiet for a moment, then: "the internet thinks you should date."

"the internet thought i was engaged to my co-star last month because we hugged at a premiere. the internet is wrong about a lot of things." you squeeze her hand. "including thinking anyone could compare to you."

that gets a small smile. dani leans into your side and you wrap an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"the parking garage scene though," dani says, and there's a hint of amusement now. "she had to bring up that one."

"it's a good scene."

"it's a hot scene. you pinned that girl against a car."

"it was acting."

"you improvised some of it," dani points out, echoing what you'd admitted on stage.

"okay yes, but—"

"how many takes?" dani asks, and now she's definitely teasing.

"you're really gonna ask me that too?"

"i really am."

you huff out a laugh. "a few. and before you ask, yes, the director wanted us to really commit to the tension."

"mm-hmm," dani says, but she's smiling for real now. "and now sabrina carpenter has watched it multiple times for 'research.'"

"that's not my fault."

"it's a little bit your fault. you're the one being all mysterious and attractive."

"you like when i'm mysterious and attractive," you point out.

"i do," dani admits. "i just don't like when other people notice as much as i do."

you sit like that for a while, the practice room quiet except for the muffled sound of the other girls talking in the hallway. your phone keeps buzzing in your pocket but you ignore it.

"manon's reenactment was pretty accurate though," dani says eventually. "she borrowed sophia's pink scarf as handcuffs and did the whole 'you're being so good' thing."

"oh god."

"and megan played you. she did the mysterious eyebrow raise and everything. it was disturbingly accurate."

"i'm never coming back here."

dani tilts her head up to look at you. "yes you are. you're my girlfriend and you're stuck with us."

you kiss her properly then, soft and sweet, trying to communicate everything you can't quite find words for. when you pull back, she's smiling for real now, the tension from earlier dissolved.

"but if sabrina carpenter follows you on instagram," dani says, "i'm allowed to be dramatic about it."

"that's fair," you agree.

the door opens and all five girls tumble in, clearly having been listening from the hallway.

"are we good?" sophia asks. "because i have so many more jokes prepared."

"we're good," dani confirms.

"oh thank god," megan says, pulling out her phone. "because you have to see this edit someone made where they put the parking garage scene side by side with tonight and the chemistry is identical—"

and just like that, you spend the next two hours being roasted by your girlfriend's groupmates while eating cold french fries and watching every possible angle of your viral moment. manon does her reenactment three more times, each one more dramatic. sophia finds a thread analyzing your "rizz” like it's a scientific phenomenon. lara discovers someone made a youtube compilation of "every time y/n almost smiled" set to dramatic music.

it's mortifying and hilarious at the same time.

your phone buzzes around 1am. you're half-asleep on the couch, dani curled against your side, when you blearily check the notification.

it's instagram.

sabrinacarpenter started following you

you stare at the screen. blink. stare some more.

"oh fuck," you whisper.

dani stirs. "what?"

you show her your phone. her eyes go wide, sleep disappearing immediately.

"oh FUCK," she says, sitting up.

WAIT SABRINA CARPENTER JUST FOLLOWED Y/N ON INSTAGRAM??? she really said that wasn't just a bit i actually want to know her

oh dani is BIG MAD right now i just know it

sabrina said that ten minute flirtation wasn't enough i need daily access to her content

someone check on dani... babe blink twice if you need help

the way sabrina IMMEDIATELY followed her after the concert... she didn't even wait... down bad behavior

you look at dani. she looks at you.

"don't follow her back," dani says immediately.

"i wasn't going to!"

"good."

"but also isn't that kind of rude?"

"be rude!"

you turn your phone off. problem solved.

"i'm deleting instagram," you announce.

"dramatic," yoonchae comments from her spot on the floor.

"justified," dani counters.

the night dissolves into more teasing, more edits being discovered and dramatically gasped over, more screenshots of unhinged tweets. someone finds a tiktok of a girl explaining the entire timeline of events like it's a true crime documentary.

"they work fast," megan observes, watching the video essay.

"too fast," you mutter.

by the time you finally leave the building—sun starting to rise, exhaustion making everything feel slightly unreal—the internet has moved through shock, chaos, memes, and is now in the deep analysis phase. there are threads about your "relationship history," articles being written with headlines like "who is y/n y/l/n? everything to know about the actress sabrina carpenter couldn't resist," even a poll asking if people think sabrina has a chance.

(73% say no because they think you're dating dani. 27% say they'd make a hot couple anyway. you don't know how to feel about those statistics.)

you drive home in the early morning quiet, dani in your passenger seat scrolling through her phone and occasionally showing you particularly funny tweets, and somehow it all feels okay. chaotic and weird and very public, but okay.

"hey," dani says as you pull up to her apartment building.

"yeah?"

"next time maria gets concert tickets, i'm coming with you."

you laugh, leaning over to kiss her. "deal. no more sabrina carpenter concerts without supervision."

she gets out, blows you a kiss through the window, and you watch her head inside. your phone is still off. you're sure there are hundreds more notifications waiting, more tweets, more edits, probably morning talk shows are already preparing segments about it.

but right now, driving home through empty la streets with the windows down and the sky turning pink, you're just you. not a viral moment, not a meme, not someone's celebrity crush—just you, tired and happy and deeply in love with your girlfriend who gets jealous and protective and makes you feel more seen than any amount of internet attention ever could.

(maria texts you three days later with tickets to olivia rodrigo.

you make a mental note to maybe avoid concerts for a while.

you respond with a single word: "no."

she sends back: "coward."

you send: "survivor.")

[korvuxz]

haiii will you ever write a series with sophia with similar vibes to lets start a rumour ?? i need more sophia content im starving (i love your writing btw im gobbling up all your works)

hundred percent yupyupyupyup it might be more of a different au so as to avoid overlapping ideas but YES im so down to write more for sophia in general, be it series or oneshots 😝 thank you for your kind words!!

[korvuxz]

i know i haven't fed yall in forever but here's something i have cooking in the works... HOPEFULLY i can finish this soon but anw lmk how yall feel about this idea

[korvuxz]

your lara raj story is SO GOOD definitely my favourite, can i be added to the taglist?? please please

yes of course! the next part might take a while... my apologies in advance...

[korvuxz]

the fantasize headcanons are making me so horny omfg lara save me

lara raj save me

so glad you liked fantasize!! i spent too long writing it...

[misanaytion]

she’s like that toxic ex gf that you keep coming back to wtfff

[imaxdead]

𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟 - 𝗀𝖿! 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

“𝙤𝙤𝙝, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙚𝙡

𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡”

# 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦: in where your girlfriend is way too obsessed with your biceps. she can’t keep her hands (and eyes) off you.

# 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff. fluff. more fluff.

# 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: skinships; petnames; a sprinkle of suggestiveness (oops); muscle worship (don’t qus it); and my bad rushed writing

# 𝗔/𝗡: bro i got diarrhea 😔💀 spent most of the day held hostage in the washroom. so here’s smth for y’all while i suffer. send thoughts & prayers

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

manon is not subtle. at all.

she gasps the second you stretch in front of her, like the flex of your muscles is a revelation. her hands reach for your arm before she even processes what she’s doing, wide-eyed and stunned.

“y/n, how—how are these even real?” she breathes, squeezing like she’s testing dough, completely starstruck. “this is insane.”

you chuckle, embarrassed. “they’re just arms, manon.”

“just arms?” she looks at you as if you’ve committed a crime. “these are artwork. they should be in a museum.”

when you wear short sleeves she can’t resist hugging your arm while you walk. “mine,” she whispers dramatically, nuzzling into your shoulder like you are her whole world.

once at practice you scoop her up bridal-style just to tease. she screams, then turns red as she kicks her legs in half-panicked delight. “Y/N, PUT ME DOWN—oh my god wait no nevermind keep going.”

later, you catch her with her phone pointed at your arm. she scrambles, flustered. “it’s—just for motivation! totally not my lockscreen.” she pretends until you glance and see your own arm as her wallpaper. she grins, proud and helpless. manon worships you like a shrine, and she doesn’t care who knows.

𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐙𝐀

sophia has always been shameless about her obsession with your biceps. she doesn’t just admire them quietly — no, she makes it everyone’s problem.

the two of you are sitting on the couch watching a movie when she casually throws her legs across your lap.

her nails trace over your forearm, then pause right at the curve of your bicep. she lets out a low whistle.

“god, mahal,” she murmurs, squeezing, “these arms were made to carry me. try it. pick me up.”

you roll your eyes, already knowing where this is going, but the sparkle in her eyes is too much to resist. you scoop her up bridal-style, and she squeals so loud it startles the cat in the corner.

“my strong girlfriend,” sophia coos dramatically, burying her face in your neck, “i feel so safe. protect me forever, okay?”

when you set her back down, she immediately climbs into your lap instead of the couch, arms slung around your shoulders. her lips brush your jaw as she giggles, whispering, “seriously, though… don’t be surprised if i start using your arms as pillows every night. they’re addictive.”

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐈

daniela always treats your biceps like her personal toy. the second you wear a sleeveless shirt around her, she’s on you like a magnet.

“damn, mi amor,” she smirks, brushing her fingers slowly along your arm, “these should come with a warning label. too dangerous for public use.”

you roll your eyes, but your stomach flips when she leans in and presses a kiss to your bicep like it’s some sacred relic. her lips linger, warm and soft, before she gives a playful bite that makes you flinch.

she laughs, eyes shining mischievously. “what? you’re so strong, but you flinch at me?”

“because you bite, dani.”

“and you like it.” she slides her arms around you from behind, cheek pressed against your shoulder as she purrs into your ear. “my strong baby… you don’t even know what you do to me.”

her favorite move is sliding her hand along your arm during movie nights, tracing the veins absentmindedly. you pretend not to notice, but every time her nails drag lightly across your skin, your heart pounds like she owns it.

𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐉

lara loves making other people jealous of her girlfriend.

you’re walking through the city hand-in-hand when she suddenly stops in front of a shop window to adjust her bag. instead of using her other hand, she leans into you and says loud enough for people nearby to hear:

“baby, flex for me real quick. yeah, like that.”

you laugh, confused, but she grins mischievously and loops her arm through yours. “see that? that’s my girl. the strongest, hottest one here.”

people glance over, and lara smirks triumphantly like she just won a trophy.

later, while sitting on a park bench, she absentmindedly rests her head on your bicep. “it’s the perfect height,” she murmurs. “god, you’re like… designed to be my armrest.”

you raise a brow. “armrest?”

“yeah,” she smirks, kissing your cheek. “armrest, bodyguard, personal heater… but most importantly, my love“.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐋

megan isn’t subtle about her obsession with your biceps either.

you don’t even notice the way her eyes trail to your arms until you catch her biting her lip, jaw working like she’s trying to hold something back.

“baby,” she hums, leaning her head against your shoulder as the two of you sit on the couch. “you been working out again?”

you raise an eyebrow. “why?”

megan’s fingers trace over your bicep lazily, thumb pressing into the curve like she’s testing how solid you are. “’cause i swear these arms are getting bigger every time i blink. it’s unfair. my girlfriend’s so hot.”

you chuckle, wrapping that very arm around her waist and tugging her closer. her breath catches — yeah, you definitely felt it — and she nuzzles into your neck.

“megan,” you tease, voice low. “you like my arms that much?”

“like?” she scoffs dramatically. “i worship them.” then, with a grin, she drags your arm over her lap and presses a kiss to your bicep, slow and teasing. “best pillow i’ve ever had.”

you don’t know if it’s her lips or the smug smirk that follows that makes your heart stumble more.

𝐉𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄

yoonchae is different from the others — softer, more innocent in the way she loves. she doesn’t tease, she doesn’t flirt — she just loves being close to you.

you’re at the dorm, and she shyly asks if she can nap with you. of course, you say yes.

she curls against your side, hugging your arm with both of hers, her cheek pressed to your bicep. “It’s so warm…” she mumbles, already half-asleep.

you smile softly, brushing her hair back. “comfy?”

she nods, eyes closing. “best pillow ever. and it smells like you.”

your heart melts into a puddle. she looks so peaceful, her lips curved into the tiniest smile. you press a gentle kiss to her forehead, whispering, “sleep well, chae.”

later, she wakes up still hugging your arm, blinking blearily. “you didn’t move?”

“didn’t wanna wake you.”

her grin is sleepy but bright. “best girlfriend ever.”

# 𝗔/𝗡: lmfao bro i need to sleep like rlly sleepbrn uts 5 am mibd fucking u guys what if i dont wake up tmrw um? tkrw as in today mb goodnight or yood morung

[romanceslasher]

LARA RAJ Fright Song, 2025

[korvuxz]

this is so catwoman of her.... thinking thoughts...

[korvuxz]

let's start a rumour ★ 04

★ pairing: lara raj x masc!celebrity!actress!reader

★ contains: smau, comedy and fluff, some sexual references but overall pg

★ warning: none, light-hearted fluff, you and lara teasing the fans diabolically

part four ★ burnin' up

in which you and lara wreak havoc in a hot ones interview. there's flirting, fighting, chaos and everything in between - will the two of you finish the spice, or will the spice finish you?

★ series masterlist ★

youtube video: "lara raj and y/n l/n get gnarly while eating spicy wings"

"hey what's going on everybody, from first we feast i'm sean evans, and you're watching hot ones. it's the show with hot questions and even hotter wings, and today we're joined by lara raj and y/n l/n."

seated across the table from the iconic show host, you and lara wave cheerily at the camera. a row of hot sauce bottles lay before you, each more intimidating than the last.

"lara is from katseye, the massive global girl group that has taken the world by storm," sean continues, as lara poses for the camera with a wink, theatrically flipping her hair in your face as you splutter comically. "originally formed on netflix series 'dream academy' by hybe umg and geffen records, now they're going on world tour."

you take a moment to appreciate how lara looks under the studio lights, behind a dark backdrop. the cropped tee hugs her figure perfectly, paired with dark eyeshadow that brings out the depth of her expressive eyes.

lara nudges your foot under the table and you look back up at the camera with a hardly embarrassed grin.

"y/n l/n, more famously known as hollywood's prince charming, is one of the largest growing actresses, from award-winning performances like top gun maverick to the rom-com heartthrob in 10 things i hate about you."

"heartthrob," lara repeats with a dramatic gasp, fanning herself as she looks at you. you shake your head with a smile, nonetheless amused, letting lara teasingly twirl the drawstrings on your hoodie with her forefinger.

the introduction wraps up soon after. "perhaps two of the most influential young celebrities in media currently, i am more than honoured to introduce our two guests. lara and y/n, welcome to the show."

you and lara cheer, clapping lightly. "no, we're honoured," lara answers for both of you, leaning forward as you laugh. "we've seriously binged every season."

"the aspiration is to be as nonchalant as miss jenna ortega," you add in, picking up a small bottle and inspecting its contents as lara swats at you to put it down.

"we'll see," sean answers with a growing smile, clearly entertained. "now, i gotta start with the obvious: how's your spice tolerance?"

"i'm feeling pretty confident," lara starts seriously. you jokingly massage her shoulders like a boxing coach, as she raises her fists in pretense of a fight. "i absolutely adore spicy food, and i'm excited to see how it's gonna go."

"i think i'll do fine until maybe level 7 or 8," you say, leaning back in your chair with folded arms. "beyond that, i guess i'll find out what it's like to have oral sex with a volcano."

the host chokes on a cough as lara throws her head back and lets out one of those hearty laughs you're too fond of. she pushes your shoulder as you grin cheekily at the camera.

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wing 1: the classic garlic fresno hot sauce scoville rating: 1,700

you bite into it, chewing slowly, looking at lara for confirmation. she nods tentatively. "it's kind of sweet," she says. "we're easing into it. slowly sliding in, you know."

the snort erupts from you before you can stop it, and you miraculously don't choke on the wing. "we're slowly sliding in," you repeat knowingly, and lara dissolves into a fit of giggles.

"okay, okay, lock in." you say seriously, adjusting in your chair. lara clears her throat, fighting back a contagious smile.

"what's that, lock in?" sean asks amusedly. "is it an internet slang? you guys make me feel so old, because the figures in which you are portrayed, both in acting and performance, are sometimes so mature and grounded. i constantly get shocked when i remember you two are so young."

"yeah," you nod. "we're chronically online, severely unprepared as we teeter on the precipice of adulthood."

"okay, poet," lara drawls, rolling her eyes at you with feigned annoyance as you scoff in offense. "anyways, lock in, that's a phrase for, uhm... get your act together. like, stop fooling around and lock in."

"ohh, i see. i see," sean contemplates thoughtfully. "well then, lock in, y/n."

lara cackles again.

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wing 2: double comfort seeing double hot sauce scoville rating: 6,900

"both of you are known as fashion icons in the hollywood industry. y/n, how is it like, getting fitted for a superhero costume, and lara, is it the same for you in preparing tour outfits? how similar, or dissimilar is it, to say, going to the tailor's?"

"great question," lara answers, muffled by the next bite of the chicken wing. you hum in response as you devour every piece of it, enjoying how the sweet and savoury flavour.

"oh my god, calm down," lara scolds, dangling her chicken wing out of reach as you try to steal hers as well. the two of you begin bickering over the custody of lara's chicken until sean offers you the remainder of his. you gratefully accept it as lara huffs irritatedly, side-eyeing your happy munching.

"with regards to your question, i would say it's pretty similar," lara says. "but more fun, because we get to experiment with different variations of outfits. like, do i want this to be cropped or not, do i go for knee-high boots or stick to the normal."

"superhero outfits are the worst," you deadpan, cleanly finishing off the wing. "especially after a whole day of doing stunts and whatnot. it gets hot," you emphasise, vaguely gesturing to your lower body.

lara follows your gesticulation and smothers another fit of laughs. "it's just a mess down there," she adds in. she pats your thigh in consolation, and you relax into the touch with a little too much familiarity.

"it's like getting slimed on nickelodean and not being able to bathe afterwards," you finally say, looking at the camera with a knowing smirk, a clear reference for the eyekons.

lara smacks your thigh with surprising strength as you groan in pain.

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wing 3: mark's fermented kimchi hot sauce scoville rating: 18,000

"i love kimchi," you mutter as you sniff the chicken wing. "i tried yoonchae's mom's homemade one when we visited korea. it was amazing."

lara's half a bite into hers when she catches you literally sniffing the wing. she bites too hard, making the sauce go everywhere. "oh, shit," she gasps, half-laughing still.

using your thumb, you wipe some off from the side of her mouth, licking your thumb clean afterwards. lara looks at you unreadably as you use tissue to gently wipe her face.

in retaliation, she absent-mindedly adjusts the drawstrings on your hoodie, knuckles brushing the soft material on your chest.

"should i ask the obvious question about you two, or move on to the next thing?" sean asks seriously, looking between you and lara with a raised eyebrow.

you and lara's joint answer is synchronous: "move on."

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wing 4: los calientes barbacoa hot sauce scoville rating: 33,000

"as the saying goes, the past is part of who we are. lara, when you were thirteen years old, you were part of the global girls alliance PSA with michelle obama-"

you double over in laughter, wheezing as you recall the 'freedom' video that had now become a meme. lara's jaw hangs open at the question, one hand covering her mouth.

sean continues with a grin. "tell us the story behind that, and what impact did you hope it would have?"

retaining control over her composure, lara straightens, whacking your back so you sit up.

"i think it's obviously very politically charged," lara begins. "based on the song i was singing, too, think by aretha franklin. although i was young back then, i think i already understood the importance of representation for young girls who were dark-skinned, who didn't look like the people we saw on tv."

you put your hand over hers on the table, smiling genuinely when lara meets your gaze. "and now, six years later, you're in a global girl group representing india," you finish off proudly.

"yes i am," lara says, swivelling to the camera. "to all the indian eyekons out there, i love you!"

sean smiles at the sweet interaction. "now, y/n, you haven't escaped yet. speaking of pre-celebrityhood times, the internet has dug up a picture of you working part-time at mcdonalds. now-"

"cut!" you yell, as it's lara turn to crack up, silent laughter overtaking her as her shoulders shake.

you stand up, waving at the behind-the-scenes crew frantically.

"i said cut!"

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wing 5: fat cat chairman meow's revenge hot sauce scoville level: 54,000

"ooh, it's heating up," lara nods in appreciation as she tries a bite of the next wing. she raises the wing in front of you as your teeth pull a small bite off hers. you whistle lowly. "i felt that kick."

"y/n, since you didn't answer the previous question, this next one is for you. tell us about the most times a director has ever asked you to redo a take."

lara gasps in excitement as heat rushes to your face, not just from the spice. "i know the story, it's fantastic," she says, and sean's eyes pique in interest.

"do tell," the host urges, lara clapping in anticipation, as you sigh.

"this was two years ago, when i played romeo in baz luhrmann's version of romeo and juliet. it was my first big role, so i was kind of nervous and starstruck all around. juliet was played by the amazing claire danes, whom at the time had more acting experience than me, even though we were both seventeen. let's just say i was a little, you know, smitten."

"a little?" lara teases, and you bury your head in your hands. you can see sean's eyes basically sparkling behind his cards.

"so by my luck, we start by shooting the scene of our first kiss," you continue, partially covering your face with your left hand. "and it's supposed to seem like i'm confident in courting her, but instead for half the takes i'm just an absolute disaster. stuttering over my lines, bumping into her nose when i was trying to kiss her....... it was just a humiliating experience altogether."

"that's fantastic," sean says, clearly entertained, watching as you attempt to hide into lara's side.

"you're cute," she coos as your ears turn red, and you hear some 'aww'ing from behind the cameras. you think you might stay there then, with lara's arm wrapped around your shoulders as you bury yourself into the sweetness of her perfume.

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wing 6: il mig onima hot sauce scoville rating: 71,000

daringly, lara takes a large bite of the chicken drumlet, chewing and swallowing without issue. you follow suit, nodding slowly.

"it's actually quite flavourful," she comments, and you hum in agreement. it isn't the worst, but you can feel the spice slowly building in the back of your throat.

"you guys doing good," the host encourages. “lara, katseye’s debut was one of the most documented, public, and dissected debuts in recent memory. how did you all handle the criticism that came with fans seeing everything — from auditions to final selection?”

as lara answers the question, you feel the heat on your tongue, and you lean into her side while thinking of some cookie-cutter perfect ordinary things instead of the spice.

the camera zooms in on lara's hand sneaking up to pat your head while you close your eyes.

"... and yeah, to ease the tension, i did do that one tiktok with manon to let everyone know that the show's drama was not, like, that huge of a deal."

you laugh shortly as you recall the viral tiktok. "are you revived?" lara asks as you shift, stilling her hand's movements.

"not until i receive a princess' kiss," you mumble, and she flicks your forehead.

"the next wing is almost double the heat," sean interjects helpfully, while you and lara's smiles drop comically.

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wing 7: black eyed susan spice co. red flag hot sauce scoville rating: 126,000

the moment the wing brushes your tongue, you throw yourself back against the chair dramatically, admittedly exaggeratedly, reeling from sensory overload.

"she need some milk!" lara punctuates, and you choke on your bite.

you lean forward as you slam the table with your fist, causing the entire thing to shake. lara convulses into laughter, still halfway through her mouthful.

"you devils, don't zoom in," you splutter towards the camera, as lara begins to hit your back to prevent you from choking.

the next question comes amidst your demise. "y/n, if your younger self, maybe the version of you that first fell in love with movies — could see where you are now, what would they be most shocked by?"

"this current attempt on my life," you respond immediately, almost tearily, earning laughter from the crew behind the scenes.

you finally stop coughing, leaning back fully, eyes closed. your hand rests on the back of lara's chair as she finishes the wing, much to sean's amazement.

"seriously," lara berates. "what's the thing past you would be most shocked by today?"

"that i get to breathe the same air and exist within a ten centimeter radius of rising global popstar icon lara raj."

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wing 8: da' bomb beyond insanity hot sauce scoville rating: 135,600

"still going strong," lara says as she takes a sizeable bite of the garishly red wing.

like second nature, she holds the remainder in front of you as you lean forward to take the next bite.

your mouth has become numb by now, and you swear you can feel a ringing sensation in your head.

the interview goes on. "lara, when people talk about katseye 10 years from now, what do you hope they say?”

"i hope we're still making music and performing together," she answers truthfully, running a hand through her hair as the heat builds up. "if not, then i hope they remember we were legendary."

unbeknownst to her, you've leaned back fully, one arm resting on the back of lara's chair as you admire her. there's something about the orange glow of the studio lighting, something about the way her tongue runs over her lips to savour the sauce, something about the way her hair falls over her shoulder. god, you're down bad.

but then you realize the cameras are on you, and you figure your expression is somewhere between a yearning poet and a horny teenager, so you school it into something more age-appropriate for the audience.

"i think my stomach is digesting itself," you whine, curling up pitifully.

"you're just a big baby," lara sighs, taking sympathy on you, letting you lean on her shoulder as she looks back at sean to continue answering the question.

you steal a wink at the camera.

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wing 9: high river sauces peppers up hot sauce scoville rating: 700,000

"i feel like my katseye is skinny dipping in a sauna," you confess abruptly, dramatically, eyes visibly tearing, and lara absolutely loses it.

in the midst of a shocked splutter, she throws her head forward, letting out a choked sound somewhere between a sad puppy and manon's wheeze.

"fuck, the spice is going up my nose," lara gasps, slapping your shoulder as you bemoan your pains.

her expression contorts into one of pure agony, falling susceptible to the spice of the wings for the first time in the video. "oh my god, fuck you, i was doing fine," lara says between deep breaths.

sean's question gets lost in the wind as another bout of spice takes over your senses, invading every pore of your nervous system.

your chair scrapes against the floor as you stand up, and you rip the hoodie off your head as if it had committed a crime against you.

lara whips her head back, opening her mouth to either laugh at you or scold you, but her eyes fall to the space of your ridden-up shirt. you stifle your laughter as her eyes widen for a split second.

almost as quickly, she reaches out to pull down your shirt, covering your previously exposed midriff. wordlessly, she places your hoodie over her lap.

you almost laugh out loud at how lara can't seem to hide her possessiveness over you, momentarily forgetting the inferno of spice in your mouth.

"next question," lara smiles serenely at the camera, as if she hadn't just claimed her stake on you just seconds ago.

"but you didn't answer my previous-"

"next question," you probe easily, and sean plays along, complying with a huff of reluctance.

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wing 10: hot ones the last dab xperience hot sauce scoville rating: 2,693,000

"say ahh," lara announces, dangling the last chicken wing in front of you. the hot sauce glistens in the light, an amalgation of every shade and hexcode of red in itself, and you think this might be hell incarnate.

her other hand is curled lightly around your bicep, the ghost of her manicured nails brushing against your skin. you sure as hell weren't complaining about her proximity, though.

"i'm going to die if i eat that," you point out factually, folding your arms in defiance.

she presses her nails into your bicep harder. "say ahh," she insists, and the innocent excitement dancing in sparkles in her eyes makes the decision for you.

well. you could have never resisted your girl, anyway.

"ahh," you say slowly, locking eyes with her as lara stifles a laugh.

the both of you take bites in quick succession, and you damn near feel your soul leave your body.

seeing lara's composed state, you try to sit up straight too, despite the rapid welling up of your eyes.

"you're so red," lara dissolves into giggles, pointing at your face.

"that's the effect you have on me," you say with a grin, sweating through your tight-fit shirt.

lara's gaze subtly drops down once. maybe twice. who cared about semantics?

"last question for the both of you - what scares you more: becoming too famous or not being remembered at all?"

"becoming too famous," lara responds easily. "it gets to a point, y'know? i also want to be able to have my own personal life and privacy."

"and you, y/n?" sean prods gently.

"same as lara. i can't even think, man, i feel like some sliced up potato being dunked in the oil when you deep fry that shit," you answer quickly, voice wavering, having lost your eloquence.

the host breaks character, laughing silently into his cue cards as you breathe in and out rapidly.

lara clutches your shoulder in a similar state of silent laughter, letting out a shaky exhale as you grin widely at her.

"don't make me laugh, it makes the heat worse!" lara shrieks, leaning away from you as your hands reach out to tickle her.

your leg hooks around her stool to keep her in place and lara yelps, basically jumping off her chair to escape.

"just one tickle!" you beg.

lara fully runs out of frame, with you hot on her heels, and the shot pans out to the both of you playing cat and mouse like children.

the camera then zooms in on the host, who stares helplessly back with a wide-eyed gaze, chicken wings on the table long forgotten.

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"congratulations on conquering the hot sauce tower," the host says sincerely, once the both of you have settled back down.

"thank you for having us," lara says, waving at the camera,

"let's give it up for the amazing, the unpredictable, of whom the relationship status we will not discuss, y/n l/n and lara raj!" sean signs off.

"we like to keep the fans hanging," you say with matching playful smirks on you and lara's face.

lara turns back to look at you, waiting expectantly with a mischievous glint in her eye. ah. you know what she's planning, it's something the two of you had done countless times.

as if on cue, both of you slowly lean into each other as if going for a kiss. you can almost hear the frantic cries of your managers in the background, but lara's face cradled in your hands is heaven in itself.

just as your lips stray a millimeter away from hers, the both of you break out into laughter. you almost die laughing at the shocked expression on the host's face.

it's in that moment the video ends, a snapshot of beautiful chaos in itself.

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bonus: youtube comment section on the hot ones video

@user1: this changed lives btw @user2: THEYRE SO CUTE SDFJSDJFSDF @user3: ahh... young love... (im younger than them) @user4: i like how by wing 5 y/n just gave up trying to eat her own wings... like yes princess let mommy feed you @user5: they're so chronically online... how many brainrot references can you fit into one video ahh challenge @user6: my kink is watching celebrities praise sean for being a good interviewer @user7: THE ALMOST KISS AT THE END? they're either married or like. married @user8: yall think THIS is a pr stunt???? are we seeing the same pixels on the same screen?? @user9: god bless whoever put this duo into an official interview together ong 🙏 bro needs their ass ATE @user10: wait fetus y/n having a crush on juliet is kind of adorable guys... | @user11: FETUS IM CRYING THIS WAS 2 YEARS AGO @user12: 16:23 lara biting her lip when y/n took off that hoodie is kind of insane | @user13: they really havent learnt their lesson since the livestream huh | @user14: THE LARA RIDING Y/N LIVESTREAM MENTIONED!! | @user15: the WHAT. | @user16: my roman empire @user17: i can smell the edits of lara checking out y/n taking the hoodie off already @user18: not even british but i want lara's body tea @user19: "should i ask the obvious question or move on" 😭😭😭 CLOCK THESE GAYS MAN | @user20: them answering "move on" at the same time is diabolical

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this took forever bc my personal life went downhill but i love writing and feeding yall... what do yall want next?? more fluff or smth more mature...

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Can you make a masterlist pretty please?

your wish has been answered :P

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kinktober special

a very important month is fast approaching, so...

i'm probably going to do a bunch of 🔥 oneshots iykwim... which would yall be most interested in? 👀

which katseye x masc!R fic next?

dani

sophia

manon

megan

lara

all of the above

Voting ended onOct 6, 2025

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posted! check out the new fic here

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sophia and her little BLEP :p she’s so cute plss

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fantasize ᯓ★ kinktober special

behind closed doors, you're katseye's shared secret. under the sheets, though, they're entirely yours.

i fantasize about you all the time if you were mine i'd give this pussy to you nine-to-five five-to-nine

♱ pairing ; katseye ot5 x top!reader (don't like don't read)

♱ genre ; pure filth, men and minors do not interact

♱ content ; headcanon style, implied masc + service top reader, u got 5 baddies, literally just kinks

sophia laforteza ; praise kink

of course the leader would have a praise kink. she's so headstrong all the time, put-together and eloquent, unwavering and selfless and everything the group needs her to be. but the first time you told her, "if you're taking care of everyone, who's taking care of you?", everything just fell into place.

this girl adores lying beneath you while you fuck her like a princess. goes insane for "good girl" and "pretty girl", she flushes so easily when you whisper praises into the pale column of her neck like you might engrave it there, wrapping your honeyed words with soft bites and kisses. what gets her the most is when you're knuckle-deep and saying "mine", she squeezes so tight around your fingers because yes, yes she's yours.

don't be mistaken, though. praise doesn't just equate to soft, touchy-feely love-making. when sophia's extra-frustrated after a day of rehearsals with megan and dani bickering like children, and manon and lara fooling around with the choreography, she's riled up. you think, amusedly, that anger is what fuels her horniness.

on those days, she wants it rough, wants it dripping and panting and hot, wants you to call her princess while you fuck her like a whore.

she would be riding your strap with your mouth on her pretty tits and still be asking for more, i need more. and you would have no choice but to say "yes, my pretty girl," and fuck her into the nearest available surface, because who were you to deny your gorgeous girl? the type to try and stifle her moans, teeth sinking into her kissable bottom lip, until your fingers find their way to her needy clit. then her mouth falls open, and you drink up those heavenly sounds as you make her see stars.

for sophia, you have to calm her down with chaste kisses when she gets overstimulated. she would be gripping onto your shoulders like it was her sole lifeline, panting heavily with tears pooling in her eyes. you have to quietly murmur sweet nothings into her hair as you help her off your strap, tell her she's doing so well for you.

be it hard or soft, this girl derives the most pleasure from your sweet, sweet praise. one day, she'll let the world know that she's not just the people's princess — she's your princess.

lara raj ; degradation kink

the other main singer of the group, on the other hand, has no such concerns. lara is easily the horniest out of your girls, naturally having a high sex drive, naturally unabashed with her flirting and seduction. you would be a foolish person to have complaints about walking into her bedroom to find the lara raj waiting for you in nothing but a thong, so, that settled it.

in the same vein as her level of freak, something about degradation just gets her off. sure, she likes it when the two of you fuck in her bedroom, but a deeper animalistic urge drives her to force an open mouth against your ear, saying "i'm not made of glass, sweetheart. if you don't go harder, i'll fucking do it myself".

really, it's not your fault that she brings out the worst, or arguably the best, in you. you would fall for her bait, hook, line and sinker, then basically manhandle her around while grunting something about her being "fucking instiable", slapping her ass harshly as she whines like she's in heat.

lara is not-so-secretly in love with the way you brand her like she's yours, the dark hickeys you leave blending into the skin of her hips, her inner thighs, the valley of her chest. she'll cry out when you pull on her hair as you fuck her from the back, moan filthily when you call her a greedy little slut. but it's obvious she loves it, from the way her cunt drips liquid pleasure onto the sheets, from the way her back arches into your hold like she's built for you.

this girl is the devil incarnate, surely, because her wants aren't just confined to the bedroom. she's the most likely to drag you into a cleaning supply closet during rehearsal breaks, hiking up her dangerously short skirts and flimsy undergarments to expose a glistening cunt. the story always ends the same way: in less than a minute, she'll have you thrusting your fingers inside her pussy while she gets drunk off the way you call her pathetic, because for you? she would be anything.

daniela avanzini ; size kink

though not short in comparison to the average woman, dani's the smallest in the group: the shortest, the most lithe, and also the most freaky when it comes to size. the type to compare hand sizes and then pretend to be shocked when your fingers extend well beyond hers, biting her lip and looking all giggly and flustered. you just roll your eyes as you let her intertwine your hands, knowing the game she plays, all while gladly playing it her way.

this girl is obsessed with the way both her wrists fit into your one hand when she gets inevitably pinned against the nearest possible surface. she is loud, and will moan openly when you lean down to capture her lips between yours. your other hand will wrap around her waist, wide thumb ghosting over pale skin, pressing because she bruises easily, too, and daniela will either end up shaking against the wall with your hand down her jeans, or with her legs hooked around your waist as you hold her up and make out with her until her brain is numb.

during movie nights, she stakes her claim on your lap, calling it cuddle privileges while the others groan. she will fight lara for your lap, and sophia will have to break it up, but dani's sure she wins 90% of the time because she wields her claw-like acrylics like an extension of herself. when she's contentedly seated in your lap, drowning in one of your old hoodies, she melts into your embrace. her head tucks under yours neatly, and she will purposely grind her ass against your crotch every now and then, just so you wrap your forearms around her torso to forcefully keep her still.

belly bulge queen. she always picks out the biggest straps so she can feel you stretching her out. the type to say "your cock's too big, daddy," with a laugh when the fit is tight, then absolutely lose it when you hips slap against her ass as you push the last few inches inside of her. she'll cry out and beg for you to slow down, while her pussy clenches harder and essentially squeezes you inside.

the bulge is almost always prominent, considering the flat expanse of her stomach. with the head of your cock so close to her womb that it literally creates a protrusion, her hands will ghost over it, shaking and panting. then your hand will go over hers, spreading wide and pushing against the bulge of your cock in her belly, and she'll cry as she comes with your name on her tongue.

megan skiendiel ; edging kink

this girl alone fulfils the puppy agenda. desperately craves your attention all the time, is so proud when you laugh at her jokes, even prouder when your eyes darken as she brings your hand between her thighs to feel how needy you've made her. god forbid anyone else knows how badly she likes to relinquish control to you, let your ministrations determine the trajectory of her orgasm, or lack thereof.

in some fucked up manner, although daniela constantly reassures her it's normal, she likes it when you're a mean dom. she likes it when she's being stuffed with your fingers, barely able to think, already halfway to an orgasm, and you tell her that she can't come until you say so. she'll be gasping, wide-eyed as your fingers curl inside her cunt, gazing at you so pleadingly as you hang her eclipse just out of reach.

when her hand tries to sneak down to toy with her own clit, you smack it away and tell her if she comes right now you won't touch her for a week. and because you have four other girls in the house to fulfil your needs, megan knows you mean it, and the tears will well up as she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to will away an inevitable orgasm. one hundred percent a whimperer, begging and whining as you tell her to be quiet, your other hand making its way up her shirt to unhelpfully pinch at her hardened nipples.

when you finally let her finish, after minutes upon hours of edging her until she forgets her name and her body has gone numb, megan definitely squirts when you say "come now, pup", and she does, because it's you. it's messy, and her liquid heat gets everywhere, but she's too far gone to even care, and you're more than happy to clean her up with your mouth. better yet, after she's caught her breath, you'll show her the wetness dripping from your stomach, and you'll tell her to clean up after her own mess.

humiliated and even more aroused, she will lean down obediently, kitten licks at your warm skin to taste her own come. the tips of her ears always flush red so prettily, and habitually your hand will rest on the back of her head. she's sloppy, after so long of being denied of pleasure, after an earth-shattering orgasm wrecked her body, but it's the way you like it, and megan wouldn't change a thing for the world.

manon bannerman ; oral

as compared to the other girls, she's not the loudest, or boldest, or horniest, but sex with manon is definitely the most sensual. she's willing to wait it out, let the girls have their fun with you in the rare pockets of time in their busy schedules, in the stolen moments during the post-show haze, in supply closets and empty dance studios and dressing rooms. so it's only during their off-days that manon stakes her claim, where her presence unveils itself in the absence of everyone else.

the type to put on one of lara's R&B vinyls on the record player in the background as she lays down on the living room couch, stretching as if she doesn't feel you sizing her up and down. her shirt riding up to expose a toned stomach and a lacy black bra. in the next moment, manon would smirk to herself as she feels your chair scrape back, and in the moment after that, you've got your head buried between her thighs.

this girl adores oral. receiving cunnilingus for her is like heaven incarnate, with your tongue steadily lapping at her cunt. not driven by animalistic sexual tendencies, but with deliberate technique that makes her throw her head back. those times, her neck extends beautifully as she arches back, loud sighs of want escaping her parted lips. she'll entangle a hand into your hair, your hands pushing her thighs open as you bury your head between them, pressing and urgent yet equally as calculated. tongue trailing around the wetness of her labia before pushing inside her weeping pussy as she gasps and grips you tighter.

one night, on a whim of feeling rather generous after you'd made her come at least twice with just your mouth, manon had pushed you on your back with not-so-surprising strength, then dived down to wrap her mouth around the strap she'd asked you to put on earlier that night. that was the first time you had fully understood the pleasure derived from the concept of "pretty girls suck strap", because fuck, yes they did. too sinful was the way her tongue swirled around the tip before she took it into the wet heat of her mouth, hand going to pump the remainder of the length up and down.

so whether she's falling apart by the seams due to your tongue, or have you halfway down her throat, manon is definitely, one-hundred percent, a fan of oral.

katseye ur so sexy save me haha

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DANIELA For Entertainment Tonight @ the 2025 VMAs