she / her. age???. probably the most basic person on the planet. into pretty much every form of art.
i write about women and for women, that’s the whole blog. everyone is welcome as long as you’re normal about it. feel free to send asks, request, messages, whatever. i won’t lie thought, i’m not very good at talking to strangers, also, i barely use tumblr messages, so you’re welcome to ask for my discord or instagram. not sure what else to say, if i think of something i’ll add it later. oh, and i don’t write weird stuff about minors.
can you do a fluff/smut with megan please with multiple orgasms and after care 🥺🥺
i was literally in the middle of writing the new daniela smau chapter when i read this 😭 anyway... that's on hold now. i'm writing this request first, thank you so much 🫶
༝༚༝༚. i probably shouldn't be making, let alone posting, another smau when i haven't even caught up with the others...but fuck it!! (just like megan) i'm honestly just posting this so it doesn't get lost among my other ideas 😭
༝༚༝༚. mmm... yeah, i could probably turn this into a whole story. i'll think about it. honestly, i have way too many drafts i never posted where lara is the one who messes everything up, so i figured my girl deserved a break for once ✊️ hi, megan 🥰🥰 i'll clean all of this up tomorrow. the time on the screenshots is the actual time, and i'm literally falling asleep 😭
synopsis ♱ just songs that reminded you of lara and your relationship.
pairing ♱ lara raj x fem reader.
contains ♱ nothing...
༝༚༝༚. ♱ actually, i left out so many songs because, well… i'm basically describing my life with her by my side!
ㅤㅤif i fell. ─── the beatles.
❝if i fell in love with you, would you promise to be true and help me understand? 'cause i've been in love before and i found that love was more than just holding hands❞
this song had been stuck in your head ever since you decided to give lara a chance. lara had been pursuing you for a while, always so attentive and open about her feelings, but you'd never truly given her a real chance. you were too afraid that you'd end up reliving the same love story you had with your previous partner.
you knew it wouldn't be like that with lara. whenever you opened up to her, she listened. she'd take your hand, nod, and let you say everything you needed to. she didn't agree with you just for the sake of it, though. if you were wrong or had the wrong idea about something, she'd tell you.
you liked her too, you cared about her, but the doubts were always there. still, in the end, you decided to give her a chance.
three months passed, three long months (though lara would disagree. in her own words, she'd have waited years for you). during that time, she proved that her feelings were genuine.
at the end of those three months, the two of you finally made your relationship official.
ㅤㅤpacking it up. ─── gracie abrams.
❝i'll hold you, i'll know you. i'll never leave out the back door and i'd love to complete you. hope you get all you could ask for❞
during those three months, you remembered telling lara that you liked gracie. (she already knew, of course. she'd figured it out from all the times you'd played her songs through the speaker or listened to them with your headphones on) you could've sworn you'd caught a few of gracie's songs playing from lara's phone too, though she'd always lower the volume almost immediately before glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, waiting to see if you'd say anything.
it was during one of those nights when the two of you stayed up talking until dawn that she brought up this song. she told you she liked it, and that the moment she'd heard it, she'd thought of you.
you'd almost cried right then. people could call you dramatic if they wanted, but the love you felt for lara, and the love she poured into you, made you feel everything so deeply. it was the kind of love you'd spent your whole life believing would never find you.
some days, after a long day of rehearsals, you'd hear her quietly singing it under her breath while her fingers traced slow, gentle patterns along your bare arm.
ㅤㅤcongratulations. ─── mac miller.
❝your loving ways brings me sunshine. i found an angel so divine, heaven probably not the same without you. but now you're in my world, in my world❞
you'd been learning the piano for a long time. you weren't exactly consistent, so whenever you stopped practising, the progress you'd made would slowly fade away.
mac had always been one of your favourite artists, and every time you listened to that song, you found yourself wanting to learn it, especially the opening, the part that had spread all over the world.
so you set yourself a goal, you were going to learn it.
as time went on, every time your fingers found those familiar notes on the piano, your mind wandered to lara. it wasn't surprising. it was a love song, after all. of course you'd think about the person you loved, the person who stood beside you. but that image of lara became your motivation to keep practising.
eventually, you learned it, it wasn't enough for you to simply play it well. you learned every note by heart, from beginning to end, and backwards if you had to.
you propped your phone against the corner of the piano, right where you knew it wouldn't move, and pressed record. your fingers moved effortlessly across the keys before your voice joined in, barely above a whisper.
when the song came to an end, you smiled. leaning forward, you stopped the recording. you watched the video three times, just to make sure everything had turned out right, that nothing was louder than the piano.
then you uploaded it to instagram, just another post among the hundreds already on your profile. the caption simply read: "love, love, love, love, love." you tagged lara and added a white heart.
the video went viral, far more viral than you'd expected. you knew people would pay attention. after all, you were lara's girlfriend, and she'd never hidden you from the world. but for the first time, people were discovering you for yourself, not because of someone else, not because of lara.
the comments slowly changed, they were no longer calling you "lara's girlfriend" instead, they praised your voice, your piano playing, and the way you performed the song.
lara came home earlier than usual that day, she didn't say a word at first. she simply pulled you into one of those deep kisses she always gave you. the kind where her hand settled firmly at the back of your neck, guiding you wherever she wanted, her lips moving against yours with the kind of familiarity only she could have. her tongue met yours in a quiet act of love that neither of you ever seemed to tire of. when she finally pulled away, she looked at you for a moment.
"i love you" she said.
ㅤㅤthe first time. ─── damiano david.
❝that night, the stars aligned, heaven dropped a line. before you, i was just a flare in the sky, a kid too afraid to go play in the light, a colorless painter, a man with no sight. before you, i was nothing, was nothing, had nothing❞
you refused to listen to this song when it first came out, simply because you loved måneskin, and you knew that if damiano started focusing on solo projects, the band would end up releasing fewer songs. did that happen? yes. did you care? not really.
three days later, you finally listened to it, yeah, you couldn't hold out any longer.
you connected with the lyrics almost immediately. maybe it was because it talked about being someone who used to be afraid. or maybe it was because it said that before her, there was nothing, that before her, you had nothing, either way, it felt almost the same.
another song added to your private playlist.
"songs that make me think of you. of us."
ㅤㅤheaven. ─── bryan adams.
❝baby, you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms. i'm finding it hard to believe, we're in heaven❞
this song always reminded you of your childhood.
whenever it came on the radio, your dad would turn the volume all the way up (pretending he definitely hadn't been the one to call the station and request it) then he'd drop to one knee and sing to your mum as though nothing else in the world mattered.
your mum would laugh, telling him to get up and stop making a fool of himself, but she'd smile anyway, playing along every single time.
before long, they'd be dancing together, spinning around the living room until your dad reached down, picked you up, and invited you to dance with them.
you'd always had an example of what true love looked like, and every time you looked at your parents, older now, with wrinkles lining their hands, you'd catch yourself thinking that was exactly how you wanted to grow old with lara.
no matter what it took, no matter if the difficult days ended up outnumbering the good ones, you wanted to spend the rest of your life by her side.
ㅤㅤlifetime. ─── justin bieber.
❝some peoplе come in your life for a reason, others they come in your life for a season, but, baby, you are a lifetime❞
you never thought you'd get the chance to see justin bieber live. you were talking about the man who had been, and somehow still was, the crush of countless girls, and yet, there you were.
your hand was intertwined with lara's as she sang along to every song, gently swaying to the music. every now and then, you'd pull out your phone just to record her whenever one of her favourites came on and she started jumping around, shouting every lyric at the top of her lungs, you were pretty sure she was making some of them up.
it was there, surrounded by a sea of people, with justin bieber only a few metres away, that you realised it again, you really wanted to spend your life with lara. in moments like this, when she came home exhausted after a long day. when she was on the other side of the world but still called you just to tell you about her day, on the nights when the two of you stayed up talking for hours about everything, about the past, the present, and the future.
a future you could no longer picture without her by your side.
synopsis ♱ megan was someone who got turned on easily.
pairing ♱ megan skiendiel x fem reader.
contains ♱ smut.︎
༝༚༝༚. so… i saw the other one got a lot of love, so here's another one. goodnight.
You knew Megan was someone who got turned on easily. You’d noticed it just a few months into the relationship. Even though you still hadn’t had sex yet, she would get hot at any moment, with anything, a touch, a kiss, whatever.
And when you said anything and any moment, you meant it. There were times you’d just keep your hand on her waist, squeezing every now and then to keep her close during big events, and she’d already be getting worked up. She’d end up dragging you by the hand to somewhere more private just to make out for a good few minutes.
You posted a photo on Instagram in your sports bra while working out? She’d get turned on.
You drove with your hands firmly on the wheel? Turned on.
The way you moved confidently across the stage? Turned on.
That woman got turned on by everything and nothing. The simple fact that you treated her well (and rough, when she asked for it, obviously) was enough to get her going.
So it wasn’t surprising that she got extremely horny during the final part of M.I.A. It only took one night for her to become addicted. It happened when Manon got sick and couldn’t go on stage, so Megan had to do that part with Lara.
In the following days, she wouldn’t stop insisting until she convinced everyone that you and her should do it too. “Just to get the crowd fired up” she said. Her words, not yours.
You still remembered the way she touched you during the last notes of the song, how her fingers boldly trailed down your chest until they reached your abdomen, brushing right above the waistband of your stage shorts, then sliding to your waist and squeezing hard enough to leave little marks from her nails.
You knew she had a big smile on her face even though you couldn’t see it.
She slowly turned you toward her, body to body, her hips moving with the rhythm of the song. Her tits brushed against yours with every movement, and her free hand slid up your back, digging her nails in just enough to make you arch into her.
You knew the audience was loving it, the screams were clear proof, but everything faded when she pressed up against you much closer than planned, closer than she should have in front of thousands of people.
Your eyes betrayed your fear and surprise for half a second, right as she leaned in only to smile and kiss you...on the cheek.
You don’t remember much else from the concert. You remember saying goodbye and Megan intertwining her fingers with yours to guide you through the crowd. That’s what led you here, to her hotel room.
Your hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding them spread wide for you. Her long, soft legs trembled under your touch as you left slow, wet kisses along the inside of her thighs, moving higher little by little, wanting to savor every second.
Constantly traveling, getting on planes, or sleeping on buses for long hours meant you barely had any time for sex. Your sex life had been greatly reduced. Obviously, you wanted to enjoy it as much as possible whenever you could.
Apparently she didn’t feel the same.
“Hurry up.”
You looked up. She was already staring at you, eyes glassy with desire, eyebrows slightly furrowed in impatience and pleasure. Her chest rose and fell quickly, still covered by her concert outfit.
You smiled, dragging your nails along her thighs, tracing small patterns and feeling her shiver.
“Bossy.” you murmured.
Without breaking eye contact, you lowered your mouth right where she needed you most. But you only placed a soft kiss, making her frown deepen and her eyes close for a second. You were about to pull back and keep teasing her, but the firm hand that buried itself in your hair and pulled you back into place didn’t let you.
“Don’t you dare. Keep going.”
Like a good girlfriend, the person who had simply learned to obey her, you continued.
You ran your hot, flat tongue from the bottom all the way up to her clit, licking up all her wetness in one stroke, gathering her juices and tasting them with the tip of your tongue. You could spend your life like this.
Megan let out a long, deep moan, arching her back hard while her hand pressed more urgently against the back of your head. You felt her long nails digging into your skin, pulling you tighter against her, and you kept going without hesitation. You licked with more hunger, your tongue exploring every inch of her pussy, spreading her slippery wetness. You left wet kisses everywhere: on her outer lips, the soft skin of her inner folds, right at her entrance, making sure no spot was left unattended.
Your tongue slid easily through every fold because she was so soaked. You knew she’d been like this ever since she touched you however she wanted in front of everyone, and you also knew she had that little fantasy in her head of people watching while you fucked.
You caressed both of her swollen lips, first sucking them gently, sliding your tongue slowly up and down and back again. Then harder, sucking, kissing them like they were the most delicious thing in the world, and in a way, they were. Every kiss was obscene and slow, creating wet sounds that made you press your own thighs together against the bed.
“God…your mouth feels so good.” she moaned, voice breaking.
You pulled back just enough for your fingers to join in. You gathered all her wetness on your fingertips and, without breaking eye contact, slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Fuck.” Megan gasped.
You moved them slowly in and out, feeling her hot, slippery walls squeeze around you. Then you pulled them all the way out, shiny and covered in her juices, and brought them to your mouth. Looking straight into her eyes, you sucked them slowly, tasting her right in front of her.
Megan watched you with her mouth slightly open and pupils blown wide.
You leaned down a little more and spat on her pussy, the warm saliva mixing with her fluids, making an even messier, shinier, dripping disaster.
You returned between her thighs, bracing yourself more firmly on the bed and burying your face even deeper. Your nose kept bumping against her clit with every movement of your head. Megan lifted her legs and rested them over your shoulders, crossing her feet behind your back.
Without stopping, you blindly reached up with one arm, searching for her tits. It didn’t take long, you knew her body perfectly. You tugged her top just enough to pull it above her tits. Before squeezing them the way you loved, you wiped your wet fingers across her hard nipples, spreading the mix of your saliva and her juices all over them. You felt her nipples harden even more under your fingers and smiled against her thighs.
When you thought it was enough (lie, Megan grabbed your hand with hers and made you hold her tits properly) you squeezed them hard. You pinched, tugged, and twisted her nipple between your fingers, playing with it.
Megan let out a sharp, shaky moan.
Your jaw was starting to ache, but you didn’t care. You ran your tongue over her entire pussy again before focusing completely on her clit. You circled it slowly, sucked gently, then increased the pressure, sucking harder.
“Oh my god.” Megan moaned, almost breathless.
You dared to gently catch it between your teeth, tugging lightly, then released it and let your tongue soothe it like a little apology.
Megan arched her back hard, her hips bucking involuntarily against your mouth.
You could feel her whole body tensing up.
“You about to come?” you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.
“Shut up.” Megan growled, but her voice came out broken.
You moved your hand down, freeing her tits. You traced her abdomen with your fingers the same way she had done hours earlier, feeling her defined, tense muscles, and pressed right above her belly button.
Carefully, you lowered her legs from your shoulders and sat between them, spreading them wide for you. Your other hand went straight to her pussy, still swollen and dripping. Two fingers slid inside her in one smooth thrust, sinking deep into her slippery heat.
Megan let out a muffled moan, her back arching slightly as she gripped the sheets tightly.
“Fuck…” she muttered through gritted teeth.
You started moving your fingers with a slow but steady rhythm. Your thumb found her clit and began drawing firm, precise circles, unhurried.
You could feel her whole body getting tighter and tighter. Her thighs trembled on either side of you, and her breathing became more and more uneven. Megan bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back the moans that kept escaping.
You'd been through this before, the walls weren’t as thick as you thought, and the other girls sometimes ended up hearing everything. They’d even confess it over messages later, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“More…give me more.” she demanded, her voice hoarse, her hips moving subtly against your hand, chasing more friction.
You sped up, fucking her deeper with your fingers while your thumb pressed more insistently on her clit. Her pussy was soaked, gripping your fingers tightly, but you kept going. Your fingers thrust in and out quickly, curling exactly where you knew it drove her crazy.
Megan threw her head back, neck strained, breathing with her mouth open.
You pressed harder on her lower belly, sinking the palm of your hand into that spot while you kept fingering her. The effect was immediate: a deep, almost desperate moan tore from her throat, and her entire body tensed violently.
“Shit.” you muttered, looking down at your hand still between her legs.
She came hard.
Her pussy clenched around your fingers in intense, prolonged spasms while a hot, abundant squirt soaked your hand and wrist. Megan arched her back violently, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, and a choked, guttural cry escaped her mouth.
“Baby...oh— yes, fuckkk”
You knew her body like it was your own. You knew exactly how to press on her abdomen to make the orgasm more intense, deeper, and you didn’t stop moving your fingers inside her, riding out every contraction, drawing out the last waves of pleasure. Her juices kept flowing, warm and slippery, while her thighs shook hard against your arm.
Megan writhed on the bed, moaning your name between broken gasps, face flushed and eyes glassy. It took her several seconds to come down, small aftershocks running through her body every few moments.
When she finally started to relax, she let out a long, shaky sigh and looked down at you with a mix of exhaustion and fascination.
“You fucking bitch…” she whispered with a weak, satisfied smile. “Come here.” she murmured, pulling you up to kiss you hungrily, tasting herself on your mouth.
Her tongue tangled with yours, aggressive and needy. Before you could continue, she pushed your face to the side.
“I want your mouth again.” she said without shame, gently pushing your head down. “But this time don’t stop until I come on your face.”
Jazmine's fingers moved gently and effortlessly across the piano keys, as though every chord filled something inside her chest. The room was quiet, with nothing but the sound of the piano filling it, her voice occasionally joining in with a few scattered lines.
Her phone, resting on the music stand, began to buzz. She kept playing for a few more seconds before reaching over to pick it up when she realized it was a video call.
"Hi, sweetheart." Her father's face appeared on the screen, followed by her mother's as she leaned in beside him.
"Hi, Dad. Hi, Mum."
"We just wanted to call and congratulate you on the album. It's incredible."
"Thank you." Jazmine smiled. Whenever she was part of a project, her parents always called. Thanks to them, she'd learned there were countless ways to tell someone they'd done well.
Her father nodded a couple of times.
"I listened to the lyrics."
Jazmine let out a laugh.
"Do I need to have a word with Alexander?"
"Dad..."
"It's a serious question." he replied, keeping the straightest face he could.
He wasn't actually serious. He knew Alexander was a good man. After all, it wasn't as though he hadn't put him through a few tests when he first started dating his daughter. That didn't mean he'd stopped teasing him, though. It was his favorite thing to do whenever Alex was around. Every time they took a family photo, he'd insist Alex stand off to one side, just in case they ever had to crop him out later.
"No, you don't need to have a word with Alexander." Jazmine said, shaking her head.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, this time with an amused smile.
"She's already told you that you don't need to talk to him." her mother said, giving him a light smack on the arm that made him let out a barely audible groan.
"I just wanted to make sure." he muttered, glancing back at the screen before smiling again. "A hundred percent sure?"
"A hundred percent. Actually, he asked me the exact same thing, whether any of the sad songs were about him." She smiled, remembering their conversation from that morning. "We're going out for dinner tonight."
"Oh, thank goodness."
Before she could reply, her attention drifted to the unread notification on her phone. She swiped down and saw it had been sitting there for just over an hour. She frowned slightly when she realized it was from a number she didn't recognize.
"Well, sweetheart." her mother said, noticing the distraction. "We won't keep you any longer, we just wanted to congratulate you."
"And tell you how proud we are of you." her father added.
"Thank you so much, love you. I'll probably come by in a few days."
"Just let me know so I can cook you something nice."
"As if I'd ever come over for anything else."
Her mother laughed.
"Cheeky."
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༝༚༝༚. same grace... same. taglist is finally up!! if anyone wants to be added, just leave a comment🤍
exactly where i want to be.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀♱ ⠀ sophia laforteza.
synopsis ♱ sophia takes full control.
pairing ♱ sophia laforteza x fem reader.
contains ♱ smut. strap-on.
༝༚༝༚. yeah… i don’t know, goodnight??
The room was dead silent. The only sounds were your moans tangled with Sophia’s and the constant wet, filthy slap of skin every time she came down on you.
Your hands wouldn’t stay still. One stroked her thighs, fingers gliding along the inside where she was incredibly wet, a mix of her earlier arousal, her orgasms, and sweat. You squeezed her every time she surprised you by riding you harder. Your other hand moved up her body, sliding from her hip to her tits, gently grabbing them.
But Sophia wasn’t in the mood for gentle tonight.
She was breathing hard, hands pressed against your stomach to pin you down while her long nails dug into your skin. Her hair still fell perfectly, with a few strands clinging to her face and back, damp with sweat. Her tits bounced with every move, and you couldn’t stop staring.
You tried to sit up so you could flip her over, but she quickly pushed you back down against the bed with one hand on your shoulder.
“No.”
That was all she said before her hips started moving again, taking you deeper. She tilted her head back, giving you a perfect view of her neck. The trail of hickeys ran from her throat down across her tits, stomach, and thighs.
“Fuck, Sophia” you groaned, gripping her thighs tightly.
It wasn’t the first time she took control, but this time she was completely in charge. She had you right where she wanted you, pinned under her, just for her pleasure.
You two didn’t use the strap that often. You didn’t usually need it. But on nights like this, when Sophia wanted more, she was the one who went and got it so she could have you exactly like this.
Her movements slowed for a second. She closed her eyes and frowned a little, trying to catch her breath and hold her orgasm back. Sweat was running down her neck. You wanted so badly to lick it off, but you knew she wouldn’t let you.
“You okay?” you asked softly, running your hand down her back.
“More than okay.”
That was all it took. You could tell she was close, her breathing, the moans, and the way her thighs were starting to shake gave her away. So did the way her right hand reached for yours.
You just smiled, interlaced your fingers with hers, and slid your other hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow circles.
synopsis. All it took was one video of yoonchae on grace’s fyp for her to catch feelings. That was 7 months ago… and she’s still the same.
pairing. jeung yoonchae x oc.
contains. smau, some written chapters, teenage love.
༝༚༝༚. OKAY, this story is kinda linked to another one i’m writing. they have some of the same characters and little things that connect them. you can totally read just one, it won’t change anything, but if you read both, you’ll get to see everything from both sides and all the little details and stuffffffffff.
18. korea. sagittarius. the only “normal” one in the group, though she has her moments. has friends outside the group, even if it doesn’t look like it. no boyfriend. very good at drawing.
megan skiendiel.
20. usa. aquarius. this girl has everything (dyslexia, psoriasis, and a bunch of allergies). she likes a lot of people, so expect her to have a new crush every week. someone give her a woman so she can be quiet for once.
manon bannerman.
24. switzerland. cancer. already known before debut. laughs at everything and nothing. there’s a photo of her kissing her best friend floating around the internet. also has a boyfriend.
sophia laforteza.
23. usa. capricorn. made for the stage. you always feel heard by her. has a boyfriend, but the internet insists they’re just best friends… and she doesn’t exactly help the situation, constantly friendzoning him online.
lara raj.
20. usa. scorpio. another woman with a boyfriend??? has a love-hate relationship with her dog, Bala. keep her away from “yes” and that slightly weird white hoodie. everyone is still waiting for “homegirls”.
daniela avanzini.
22. usa. cancer. a dancer who made her dreams come true. came out as straight? she pays a bit too much attention to hate comments, but she’s slowly learning to protect herself and not let them affect her as much. has a canadian boyfriend.
i've been loving you. ᯓ★ a bunch of random teenagers.
grace mirrens.
18. uk. cancer. actress. has more money than both of her siblings combined and still asks them for money. sneaks into jazmine’s studio just to take “aesthetic” photos. every parent’s favorite. she's been down bad for yoonchae for a long time.
rowan goodwin.
18. uk. pisces. actor. met grace while filming a movie together. has a cat? no. wants one? yes. wants to be one? also yes. the kind of teenager who always has something to do, and if he somehow has free time, he'll find a way to make himself busy anyway.
aria & asher de santis.
19. italy. gemini. twins. moved to the uk when they were 10. aria somehow talks to way more girls than asher, which is why he claims she "steals" them from him. they don't really do anything. rich dad, rich kids.
aaron bennett.
18. uk. aries. has an ongoing (and completely unofficial) competition with aria over who can talk to more girls. comes across as kind of mean and a little dumb, but he's actually really smart, he just can't be bothered to put any effort into life. always involved in a fight.
julia prince.
19. uk. virgo. grace's best friend since forever. the kind of person who always has her life together... or at least makes it look like she does. aria tried something with her once, didn't work out lol. gives genuinely great advice.
jazmine mirrens.
25. uk. libra. producer and songwritter. credited on the saddest songs. tea, biscuits and her dog are enough. writes better at night. has a concerning collection of headphones. not everything she writes is her life.
thomas mirrens.
22. uk. sagittarius. the chill brother. known for good outfits and having famous friends, mostly because he knows how to use his sisters’ names to his advantage. has a hate account with more followers than his main account.
