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[burgersngem]

Hi, how are you? What do you think about Megan x 7th member reader, where reader feels jealous at Lollapalooza because they start pairing her girlfriend with someone else at a party, so reader reminds her who her girlfriend is and maybe it ends up in something else??(Sorry, I made a mistake in the previous request, English is not my first language) :)))

Selfish

Megan Skiendel x fem!7th member!reader

Synopsis: You attend the after party after lollapalooza—Megan—was dancing you see your girlfriend dancing way too close to another person, causing you to get jealous and she has to prove to you that she’s yours

Warning: jealous reader, top!megan, fingering (reader receiving), possessive reader, slight arguing, lesbian sex

I tried my absolute best with this one, i hope you like it. This is also a former apology for my last megan fanfic.

Also im not the greatest at writing smut so im sorry

You perched in a hammock, laying underneath the moonlight, letting it nurture your aching bones. You were at a house party your friend had thrown for the celebration of Katseye’s first major festival. You had gotten on that stage and gave it your all.

Leaving your bones smarting, whimpering and crying. You promised Megan a dance but you were out of it. You had been on your feet all week, in the past week you had gotten at least 6 hours of sleep.

You told Megan to dance with Lara until you felt a bit better. She—disappointed—nodded and gave you a kiss before walking off to another group of her friends.

You were fine. Perfect. Amazing. Talking with a few friends.

Until you saw them. Too close. Megan was dancing with a man—of all people, a man? His hands were shaking as they wrapped around her waist, his head resting in the crook of her neck.

You could feel their bodies falling into rhythm as they rocked to the music, his crotch thrusting against her ass. You were too maddened to see how she would inch away from him whenever he got too close—which was often.

You had to put a stop to that shit, no fucking way. You climbed out the hammock, ignoring your friends asking what was going on, you just pushed through the crowds.

Not stopping until you were close enough to observe.

A man was dancing with your girlfriend, off beat. With his arm was wrapped around her waist, his beard stubble rubbing against her neck.

You walked closer, scooting between the two, redirecting his hands from Megan’s waist to yours. “You wanna touch someone? Touch me.” You said over the loud sound of 360 by Charil xcx bumping so loud you could feel the ground shake.

He gulped, retracing his hands and stepping back.

You spun on your heel to face him. Ignoring Megan’s fingers digging into your arm, her nails penetrating your skin, the burning sensation highlighted as her grip tightened.

“Don’t be upset, come on.” She whinged.

You shrugged her off, continuing to press the man.

“Look, I didn’t know—I mean, I know you two are—listen, I—I’m sorry.” He stammered, adjusting his now skin-tight tank top. You smiled charmingly, surrendering, waving your hands in the air.

“There’s nooo problem, friend. Just don’t touch what’s mine. Okay? This woman—Megan Skiendiel is mine.” You asserted, a light chuckle came out of your mouth.

He nodded, backing off in the crowd.

Your smile grew as you spun on your heel, facing the pink haired woman. She stood there with an annoyed expression, hand on hip.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I’m not doing this with you right here, come on.” She grabbed your wrist, pulling you through the crowd of your friends and other members. They all turned to look at you two in confusion, “Yo, you two alright?” Lara queried.

“Fine.” You two spat out in anger, synchronized.

She pulled you through the sliding screen door and into a quiet room within the mansion. She slammed the door behind you two.

You stood with your arms crossed, your eyebrows furrowed.

Your breath slightly hitched as you anticipated her to speak. “Why do you have to act like that?“

“Why would you let-let him touch you?

“You—you saw! You saw how I pushed him back everytime he got too close.” She stammered, slightly raising her voice. Her fist balling up, her jawline clenching.

You mimicked her, “You weren’t even supposed to be dancing with him, I said to dance with Lara!”

She sighed, blinking away her frustration. Her anger being replaced with a way softer emotion, her eyes softened and her body relaxed as if being washed over by a wave of calm.

“We’re arguing over nothing. That man? Absolutely nothing, you’re my girlfriend, he’s nothing to me.”

“So don’t be upset, okay?” She quietly murmured, stepping closer to you, her hands gripping your arms, holding you like you were crystal glass. Her eyes cutting into you like a blade.

You nodded, biting your lip. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to the air. You melted completely, like ice cream in a warmed atmosphere. You always did, she was just so good at talking that talk.

“I love you.” She whispered back, leaning her forehead against yours.

Your lips met. Hers were cold and soft as yours were warm and chapped. Your hands found their way to the small of her back, your bodies pressing against each other.

“Don’t be jealous.” She murmured against your lips as she peppered soft, gentle kisses against your lips, adagio with her movements, kissing down your neck.

“Can’t help it, I’m selfish.” You breathe out, tightening your grip around her waist

She chuckled, her hand falling into your pants, toying with your drenching clothed clit, a moan slipping from your tight pressed lips.

“I’m yours, alright? Don’t be jealous.” She pressed a soft kiss against your lips, her free hand coming to lightly grip your neck.

“Fuck,” you grunted, throwing your head back. Her fingers were brisk and gentle, applying slight pressure against your clit as she massaged it, causing moans to slip out of your mouth.

Her lips continued to press against your skin, and her fingers slipped into your underwear, meeting your slick, warm cunt.

“You feel so good.” She swooned as her fingers dipped into your hole, her thumb reaching up to rub against your clit as she thrusted back and forth into your hole.

You shuddered, moaning. Your body practically crumbling into Megan’s arms from pleasure. “You’re doing so good, baby.“ She cood, kissing your forehead.

Her finger gently pressed—massaging your g-spot. You threw your head back, a moan slipping from your lips. “Right-right there.” You urged, your hand creeping into her hair.

“That’s it? Right here?” She asked, you nodded profusely, tightly gripping her hair. Her fingers continued to massage against your g-spot, your walls tightening around her fingers as your orgasm approached.

“I’m c-close, fuck, God.” You stammered, “Megan, Megan.” You chanted, whining loudly. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. Let it go.” With that, your body shook with an intense, heart stopping, breathe halting, orgasm. She continued to rub your clit through your orgasm, your legs squeezing tightly around her arm.

“You okay?” She asked, pulling her arm from between your legs. You nodded breathlessly, crumbling into her arms. She chuckled, wrapping her arms around you.

“I’m even more tired now.” You uttered. Earning a light chuckle.

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[mei-yok]

Throw on some heels, Cover my tears ᝰ.ᐟ

. . . Sunday x reader - Oneshot

sypnosis: you decided to wear 10cm stilettos to work just because they were pretty—what you didn't know is how much pain they will cause. However, you have an ace up your sleeve—your boyfriend, Sunday! You called him, in hope to pick you up from work. Will he make time for love or work?

tags: Sunday x f!reader, Estabilished Relationship, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Intimacy, Reader is princess-coded, Sunday has office work to do, !Before he got jailed!, Robin and Sunday didn't get separated.

a/n: hii!! It's my first published fanfic! I worked very hard for it, I also wrote other fanfics, but I never ended up releasing them or finishing them, so the release of this fanfic means a lot! I wrote this for fun, since this fanfic is inspired by a situation that happened to me in real, I wore 8cm heels just because they were pretty, and I had to call my friend to come and pick me up, and even to take my hand and help me walk, especially when we came down the stairs, also the title was inspired by some lyrics of the song "Hot" (english version) by Le Sserafim heeehee. The reader's personality it's always inspired by myself and Miyeon from i-dle! (That's why she's so princess-coded).English it's not my first language, so I apologize in advance. !The action happened before Sunday got jailed! I would be thankful if you would correct me for any mistake.

Enjoy <3

"I've actually twisted my ankles ten times so far!" you complained, scrunching your face. "And I know that beauty is pain, buuuut why do they have to cause me sooo much pain when they're soooo pretty?" you teased, your voice going up, as if you were demanding something.

Well, you clearly were.

—

Wearing 10cm stilettos to work—really? How did you come up with such an idea? Anyway, this doesn't matter. What truly matters is how are you going to convince your workaholic boyfriend to pick you up? Well, there's only one way to find out. This phone call.

—

You were tapping your feet on the floor, as you waited for your lover's answer. His care for you was truly admirable. Aww, only if he wasn't that busy...

"Would you like—" Sunday began, as the voices of his employees went over his, as they were heard loudly throught the speaker.

Your legs were hurting, as you felt the tension in the muscles building up. Even if you mastered high heels, this time there was no way you could've commanded them. And the tones of other people certainly didn't help you, instead they irritated you.

Due to the annoyance, your body shifted forward, focusing on calling your boyfriend out.

"Sunday." you addressed him in serious tone. "Are you messing with me?!" you continued, rolling your eyes. You knew that he always paid attention when you were speaking, but sometimes he kept mixing two things that barely matched—love and work.

On the other side of the phone, your boyfriend sighed. "I'm not messing with you dear. I would never allow such thing." he answered, with a soft reassuring voice.

One thing is certain—he would definitely have not allowed that.

You decided to insist—after all, the pain of the heels was an horrible one, feeling your feet being close to vanishing. Even though it's not like it was Sunday's fault—if anything, he was the one who could fix it.

"Do you even know the pain I went through and I'm still going through?" you asked, emphasising the word "you", as you made a puppy face, a gesture that was very usual in your relationship.

The regret in your voice was very noticeable, as Sunday was feeling even more worried for you.

Of course, your goal was not to make your boyfriend feel guilty, it was merely to make him pick you up, needing his emotional and physical support in these moments.

"[Name], I do understand what you're going through." he avowed, running his fingers through his grey hair. Then, he took in a deep breath. "Alright. I'll be there." he promised. "But please, relax until I arrive." he adds, soliciting you to rest.

Without wasting a moment, Sunday gathered the papers into a stack, leaving as quickly as possible towards the office building which you work in. Of course, behind him he left a chaos of people due to his unfinished work.

Minutes passed, as you leaned back in your chair, trying to stretch your legs—which is not the best idea, while you opened your phone, trying to calm down.

Suddenly, from behind, a soft voice murmurs. "[Name], how are you feeling now?" you turned around—it was your boyfriend! His golden eyes couldn't leave you for a second, kneeling near you. His hands quickly found yours, as he took them into his, brushing them softly.

"Sunday." you spoke, as your face lit up, due to the arrival of your love. "Well, physically I'm not better than before, but," you stopped for a moment, admiring your handsome and loyal lover. "Emotionally, I'm feeling very well, since you're with me... now." you added, while the corners of your mouth were going up. Your eyes were glowing, as they were looking into his.

"I'm delighted to hear that, love." a little smile developed on his face, as he got up slowly, signaling you his intentions. Sunday was not the type of man to show physical affection in public, but in this situation, you were more important than his public figure. He approached you, pressing his lips gently onto yours. The kiss was a short, but tender one, as the feelings of both of you were added into it.

Taking your hand into his and grabbing your waist delicately, Sunday helped you to get up from your chair. Oh—and it's not over! He put his hands behind your back, lifting you up in bridal style, making sure that you don't take any more steps with those heels! You gave him a reassuring smile, whispering a soft 'I love you', as if you thanked him through your look.

By the thought of having Sunday, which was also the leader of the Oak Family and an important figure in Penacony, holding you in his arms, clearly made you feel shy, as you hid your face with your palms, from time to time uncovering your eyes just to watch him.

Arriving home, your boyfriend put you on the sofa slowly, as he removed your problematic heels, offering you your cozy fluffy slippers. After all—he had experience with taking care of his sister, Robin. You put them on, as you thanked him once again for being by your side everytime, giving a soft peck on his lips.

—

You promised not to wear those heels anymore—or at least, not at work! The elegant stilletos certainly didn't have a beneficial effect on your legs—even if they were so pretty, but with the help of your loveable boyfriend, Sunday, who wiped your tears and fixed the situation, everything went back to normal—after all, who else would make his days exciting if not you?

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[ilikebikesalot]

MUSCLE MEI MEI GRAAHHHHHH MEGAN MOMMY HOT 24/7 MORE LIKE 25/8🥰

FAAAHHHH

[ajkbabybatboy]

im seriously tweaking out over the extended gnarly. they literally doubled the time of the already most repetitve parts of the song and called it a song. it doesnt even sound seamless either. like girl, i can hear where you hovered over the little loop toggle in your garageband and pulled it to the right until you felt like it was enough. i was expecting some sort of bridge or dance break. not just nanananananagnarly or the pre-chorus as if im being ragebaited. ts pmo sybau gng ts pmo ts pmo wrap it up hybe. no hate to the girls whatsoever, just lazy ass producers. i wouldnt be surprised if they threw the song into chatgpt and asked for it to make an extended.

whatever, bring back bridges

[foxturtlee]

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[iluvyuandme]

shes so silly BUT THE SMIRK OH EM GEEEEE