manonssunset

[manonssunset]

"UNWRAP ME"

pairing: huh yunjin x fem!reader

synopsys: yunjin mentioned she has a special christmas surprise waiting for you. when you arrived at home, you were surprised to find out that the special gift was her, seated beneath the christmas tree, ready for you to "unwrap" her.

warnings/tags: language, smut, nsfw content under the cut, established relationship, service top!reader, yunjin is the one giving commands, lingerie, dry humping (thigh riding)

wc: +3,4k

a/n: happy new year, guys! this is my special (super late) gift for you all, also first time posting something like this on the blog. I hope you find it hot, lol. this took me longer than expected, but I’m satisfied with the way it turned out. I reduced the smut part substantially because, honestly, you would have had to wait another 10 days to read it, bye 💀. but I still wrote almost 600 words of just them kissing, so there's that.

working through christmas was always quiet and a bit annoying, with clients constantly bragging about their exotic holiday plans or the luxurious gifts they were preparing to buy. but the truth was, you had no reason to feel envious. after all, you had the most priceless gift of all: yunjin, the kind of girl most could only wish for. 

the sharp ding of your phone’s notification pulled you out of your thoughts. it was a sudden interruption, cutting through the steady rhythm of clicking fingers on keyboards, sounds that were all too familiar in the office. you glanced at the screen, expecting to see an email or maybe a quick reminder from a colleague. instead, your gaze fell on a message from your girlfriend. she often checked in on you while you worked, and you always found it endearing. 

this time, however, the message wasn’t the usual question about how work was going or a casual mention of what she was making for dinner. no, this one felt entirely different.

[jen💋] your special gift is waiting for you under the tree, please get home as soon as you can ;) 

(05:46 p.m.)

[you] 10 minutes and I'm out

(05:48 p.m.)

the message felt playful, almost teasing, and you were thrilled at the thought of what awaited you at home. she had mentioned before that she had something special prepared just for you, a gift that, in her words, you were going to absolutely love, said in that sensual tone of hers that always left your head spinning. to say you were eager to find out what she meant was an understatement.

-♧-

your hand trembled slightly as you gripped the keys to your shared apartment, anticipation rising with every turn of the metal. when the door finally clicked open, the soothing scent of vanilla and wood greeted you, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. as you stepped inside, you were immediately struck by an unexpected darkness in the room, the only light coming from the flickering glow of candles scattered around the space.

the silence was unnerving, an absence that made you pause. the only sound was the occasional crackle of the candles, yet it felt like something, or someone, was missing. yunjin’s presence, which you had so eagerly anticipated, wasn’t there to greet you as you had expected. she had promised to show you the long-awaited gift she’d been teasing you about all week, and yet, there was no sign of her.

your gaze instinctively shifted to the bottom of the christmas tree, and for a moment, you froze. your heart skipped a beat, and it took a second for your mind to catch up with what your eyes were seeing. she was there, wearing a black silk robe, held together with a red rope tied into a bow, like some kind of living present waiting just for you. the light from the candles reflected off the fabric, giving her an almost ethereal glow. she lay on the carpet, looking up at you with an inviting, seductive gaze.

your breath caught up in your throat, and for a brief second, you weren't sure if you should move closer or stay rooted in place. you gulped as you stood still, speechless, completely captivated by the sight before you. “you're finally home, I've been waiting for you” you felt your knees weaken at the tone of her voice, filled with control and sensuality. you couldn’t form a response, too overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment to be able to articulate anything.

she rose with grace, and, as she closed the distance between you two, each of her steps were accompanied by heels tapping against the floor. It was as though a muse was walking towards you, her hips swaying from side to side with an elegant, almost hypnotic confidence. your heartbeat quickened as she got closer, and instinctively, you started taking steps back, your senses heightened, your mind a mix of conflicting emotions. part of you wanted to ask what was happening, but another part was curious to see where this moment would lead.

the back of your legs collided with the couch, and you suddenly felt cornered, with nowhere to go, no escape from her approaching presence. a sly smirk tugged at her lips as she closed the distance, gently pushing you to sit down. the coldness of the cushions on your skin contrasted sharply with the warmth spreading inside you. your gazes locked, and in that instant, the desire in her eyes was so intense it felt almost magnetic, drawing you in, making you want to lose yourself in her and everything she embodied.

she positioned herself comfortably on your lap, her movements slow, milky legs peeking out from beneath the robe. it was then that you noticed the meticulous attention she had paid to her makeup, each detail enhancing her beauty. she had even chosen your favorite perfume, a sweet vanilla scent that perfectly complemented the fragrance of the candles. it was clear now that she had carefully orchestrated this moment, aiming to give you a show that you were bound to enjoy.

the sudden closeness caused heat to flood your face. the slight pressure of her body pressed against yours sent your mind into overdrive. you could feel every subtle shift of her weight, making it hard to focus on anything else that wasn’t her. your hand instinctively went to her thighs, gently massaging the soft skin that radiated warmth under your fingertips. she gently traced her fingers up your arms, the light touch sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin, before placing them on top of your shoulders. 

you stilled as her face inched closer, her lips just centimetres from your ear. in this proximity, the intoxicating scent of her perfume magnified tenfold, its sweetness filling your senses and clouding your thoughts. her breath was warm against your skin as she whispered “unwrap me”, her voice drenched in the same seductive tone that never failed to unsettle and allure you in. she noticed the subtle tension in your body after her words, the air thickened, growing more charged than before. your hands slowly made their way to the ribbon, fingertips grazing the soft fabric, before you finally gripped its ends. 

you trembled as you undid the knot, the cool, soft fabric of the ribbon slipping smoothly beneath your fingers. the knot was simple but each movement felt agonizingly slow, as though time itself was stretching, drawn out by the weight of her gaze. her eyes, full of expectation, never left you, and the intensity of her look made your breath catch in your throat.

you held your breath as the ribbon finally loosened, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your ears. all the anticipation that had built from the moment she’d sent that text was unraveling now, piece by piece, and you couldn’t help but feel the tension hang in the air.

your eyes followed the path of her robe as it fell open, slipping off her shoulder to reveal what she had kept hidden until now. you couldn't help it when a gasp escaped your lips as you finally took in the sight before you: yunjin, all dolled up for you, wearing nothing more than a red lace set of lingerie. it accentuated her curves in a way that left your jaw slightly open, yet her elegance remained unmistakable. her set was far from tacky or overly explicit, it clung to her body with a sensuality that balanced provocativeness and sophistication. it revealed just enough, embracing her shape while maintaining a sense of grace and modesty. 

the warm, golden hues of the room bathed her exposed skin, creating a soft, radiant glow. she resembled a living version of venus, as if she had stepped out of a renaissance painting, one that belonged in a museum. arousal swept through you as a tingling sensation began to rise. the tightness that had formed in your stomach spread lower, a pulsing ache that clouded your mind with lust. it was clear that the feeling was mutual. the intensity of her gaze and the way her eyes locked with yours was a telltale sign that she was consumed too by the same need. her restless shifting, searching for the friction she desperately craved, also spoke volume.

she broke the silence with a question, her voice quieter, tinged with an unexpected hint of uncertainty. “do you like it?” despite your obvious reaction, she still sought confirmation, her usual confidence momentarily slipping. “jen, I don't think you understand how much I love it,” you said, almost baffled by her question. it wasn’t just about the lingerie, although it was stunning, it was everything she had done for this moment, all the care and effort she had put into it, just for you. and above all, it was her, the most important person for you. “thank you, baby,” she replied, her seductive tone returning as she cupped your face with both hands and leaned closer. “now, let’s get to the good part.”

her lips crashed against yours with urgency, the relentlessness evident in the way she yanked you closer, her fingers gripping the back of your head, anchoring themselves in your hair. the contact was frantic, as if she couldn't get enough of you. she tilted her head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss as you let your hands roam her body freely, your fingers caressing her skin before resting on her waist. there was a raw desperation in the way she kissed you, as if she was trying to devour you; her longing for you was unmistakable, like she could no longer keep it contained.

the way her lips moved with yours was soothing, the warmth of her skin sinking deep into you, making everything else fade away. your bodies were so close, it was almost as if you were breathing each other in, each subtle movement heightening the feeling of intimacy. the kiss was the physical manifestation of the desire you had both been hiding, the need to feel every part of each other becoming almost overwhelming. it wasn't anymore just about meeting lips, it was about being intertwined, your bodies pressing against each other in perfect harmony. 

you both pulled away briefly, her breath was ragged and shallow, a soft whimper escaping her as you squeezed the flesh of her ass. you both lingered there, a brief pause from the intensity of the session, both of your lips slightly parted as you caught your breath, chest rising and falling in sync. her pupils were dilated, a hint of something in her eyes, an unspoken impulse that was being held back, waiting to be released. you heard her mumble a quiet “fuck it” and before you could even register her words, she tugged you forward by the collar of your shirt, your lips making contact again. 

her tongue ran gently over your lips, applying pressure as a silent invitation to enter. you granted her request, allowing her muscle to invade your mouth, lightly sucking on it. she let out a surprised gasp at the sensation, her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of your button up shirt. as you massaged your tongues together in a gentle but intense dance, teeth clicking and saliva exchanging, your hands returned around her waist, pressing into the softness of her skin. you carefully bit her bottom lip, drawing it between yours as you continued sucking. it was all too much for her, the sensation was overwhelming, and her control slowly slipped away.

she began grinding on your lap as you were still kissing, her body moving effortlessly as she chased her own pleasure. you guided her hips and pressed her down further more, and she let out little, desperate gasps every time your lips parted to allow oxygen in. you couldn't lie and say that yunjin using you as a way to get off didn't turn you on, the sensation was electrifying, and you felt your own desire seep through your panties, soaking them. 

“mmph–ahh, jesus—” her sweet moans were muffled by your lips, creating a delicious symphony that reverberated in the confines of your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. the rough fabric of your work pants against her thin panties generated the ideal friction on her clit, making her mind go fuzzy. her hands roamed aimlessly, grasping and gripping whatever lay within reach: the fabric of your shirt, your arms, the back of your neck, your hair, and so on. she was riding your thigh so desperately it was almost cinematic: erratically moving her hips, grinding down, attempting to rub every time on the same perfect spot that gave her immense pleasure.

the room was starting to feel too hot for you. the heat from the candles, but especially from the union of your two bodies so close together, was becoming unbearable, so you decided to break the kiss to remove some of your clothing. after you delicately pushed yunjin back, allowing her body to rest on your legs, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight before you. it was beautiful; a clear, glassy strand of saliva was still connecting the two of you, a quiet reminder of your closeness. she was about to whine at the loss of contact when she also realized what she was seeing, and a small genuine smile tugged at her lips. 

you took advantage of the quiet moment to finally contemplate your girlfriend’s physical state: her face had a subtle pink flush that still peeped through even under her makeup, her lips were a strong red color that matched her lingerie, and they were quite swollen, an evident consequence of the kissing. her eyes were like a window to the multitude of emotions that pervaded her: delight, confidence, a bit of frustration, and, above all, desire. as your gaze moved lower down her body, you spotted a wet patch on her underwear; the fabric turned a much darker shade of red, and you wanted nothing more than to get a taste of the source of that change.

she noticed your intense stare and turned her head, flustered. “stop staring at me like that,” she said softly, her voice pulling you out of your trance as you felt her left hand brush over the skin of your face, settling on your jaw. in that moment, all your focus was on her. “no, but seriously,” she started, her tone firm like she needed you to be serious with her. “why did you stop?” her question was accompanied by a tiny pout, which made you smile, her frustration evident in her puppy-like features. you let out a slight chuckle in response, placing your hand over hers as a sign of reassurance. 

“I was honestly just too hot and wanted to take my shirt off,” you truthfully replied with a grin, finding the simplicity of your answer pretty amusing. as the words left your mouth, her pout melted away into a smile, mirroring yours. underlying her happiness though, she felt a tingling sensation begin to rise, a silent excitement at seeing you without your shirt. “do that then,” you caught her need by the urgency of her command and by the way she looked at you, as if she had already taken your shirt off with her eyes. you were more than happy to comply, gradually undoing all of your buttons just to tease her.

her whole demeanor was full of anticipation, she had folded her hands diligently on her lap while she watched you do your thing. as you slowly stripped for her, dragging out all of your movements since you knew it would turn her on more, she spotted your sculpted abs and your muscular arms, finally free of your shirt. the sight hit her all at once, causing her thighs to impulsively clench around yours and her hips to buck into the air.

heat flooded her face as she blushed in embarrassment, her reaction an obvious indication of her neediness; her head dropped into the crook of your now fully exposed neck, as if she was trying to hide from you. she took advantage of the closeness to inhale the scent your body. it was a mix of the aquatic and musky fragrance you used at work, one she could never resist whenever you wore it, mingled with the natural, comforting aroma of your skin. this mixture was fatal for yunjin, the scent did unspeakable things to her, her already soaked panties now starting to leave a wet spot on your own pants, and she was growing more desperate with each second that passed.

you were quick to detect it, knowing exactly what she was craving for in that moment, taking the lead for the first time that night. “come on, ride my thigh,” you ordered as you patted your right leg, knowing that having just one of your thighs between her legs would cause her far more friction than simply rocking into your lap. the sudden switch in your tone of voice went straight to yunjin's core as more of her fluids gushed out. she weakly nodded and stood on her trembling knees, holding onto your bare shoulders and submissively following your order. you gripped her waist to keep her stable as she moved over to your thigh, carefully positioning herself. 

“fuck!” she exclaimed when you suddenly pulled her down onto your leg with force, the unexpected contact with her sensitive clit causing her to gasp loudly in response. her face contorted with pleasure as she began riding your thigh, her hips moving like waves, crashing and withdrawing in a rhythmic pattern. “oh–oh my god,” she moaned beautifully, letting out melodic sounds with each movement of her hips. “this feels so good,” the pleasure she was experiencing led her eyes to close tightly and her mouth to open. 

“good girl, keep moving,” you purred into her ear as your hands dragged her back and forth. her brain short-circuited at the name you gave her: she squirmed on top of you, her hips stuttering as a familiar sensation started to build inside her. she mewled in response; the commanding, dominant yunjin who had left you flustered just minutes ago was now a moaning mess under your touch. “ah— god” she threw her head back as she felt your thigh twitch and stiffen beneath her, providing the perfect solidity against her clit. 

as she continued to hump, your hands left her waist and slowly worked their way up to her chest, not without lightly scratching her skin, causing a burning sensation to spread beneath the surface. you began massaging and caressing her tits over her bra, lazily rubbing circles with your thumbs across the fabric. just the light pressure was enough for her to feel pleasure as more lewd sounds left her mouth. so it came as no surprise that, when you exposed her nipples and pinched them with your fingers, she let out a guttural scream. “fu-fuck–please, keep— ahh— keep doing that,” she begged as you twisted and pulled her sensitive buds.

her insides started to burn, a tight knot in her low abdomen indicated that her orgasm was near. “are you close?” you asked as you noticed her movements become sloppier and her moans rising in pitch. “y-yes, I— please— please let me come.” her voice trembled as she pleaded for your permission. as much as you wanted to tease her, to push her just a little further, you couldn’t resist and granted her request. “go ahead baby,” the moment you were done speaking you felt her body still in your hands, her back arched and her head thrown back. her vision faded to black as she reached her climax, a wave of pleasure washing over her as she cried out a mixture of curse words and little “thank you”s.

she collapsed into your arms, her body was now a limp weight pressed against your chest. her head nestled against your neck, her eyes closed as she focused on regaining the stable rhythm of her breath. you gently stroked her hair as a comfortable silence enveloped the two of you, the only sounds being the soft crackle of the candles and her breathing. the warmth of her body pressed against yours was like a gentle caress, a comforting embrace that made you melt into your seat. “can we stay like this for a bit?” she asked softly, her voice hoarse from all the moaning, and her arms tightened around you as she clung to your torso. “of course,” you replied, leaning your head over hers and caressing her back, savoring the closeness. “whatever you want.”

a/n: oof, this one was really long to write, I'm so sorry for the wait, guys, hope you like it!

[manonssunset]

I should definitely start writing shorter fic because this is getting ridiculous 😭

[manonssunset]

IT'S OUT!

I’m sorry I couldn’t finish part 2 of "COSA NUESTRA" before the christmas fic as I promised, but work has kept me really busy. however, now that I’m finally home for the holidays, I have all the time to focus on the requests!

also a big thank you for the over 200 notes for both of my fics, it really means a lot 😭

[manonssunset]

Hey martyyyy 💅🏾✨️ got a kinda sad one for you- I'll balance it out with something lighter in my next ask 🤌🏾

Okay so- I've been having some rough few weeks trying to catch up with my finals and I've been feeling super demotivated🧍🏾

So I wanted to know your thoughts on Lara and/or Sophia comforting a reader struggling to get work done during a depressive episode?

In my head, the girls would hang around and do their own thing while reader is doing work for moral support. If reader starts spiralling, the girls are there to pull them out of it before they sink too deep.

I can see Lara, with her hands cradling readers face, trying to calm them down with breathing exercises, before helping reader get themselves organised and back on track.

Sophia is ON TOP(👀) of everything so she might help reader wherever she's able to- even if reader is really stubborn about accepting it. But if reader is genuinely too anxious to get anything done, she just holds them close and tries to distract or reassure them.

And also just-- soft (or hard depending on the mood reader is in) sex to distract reader and help them turn off their brain so the only thing they can think of is the feeling of Sophia/Lara inside them 👀🫣

(You said work's been rough lately so I hope you're taking it as easy as you can! 🫶🏾)

-✨️

the pressure of finals weighs heavily on reader's mind, the stress is so overwhelming that the girls can't help but notice them sighing frequently and their hands gripping their head in frustration.

it eventually gets to the point where, one day, sophia enters reader's room and finds them quietly sobbing over their books. without hesitation, she rushes to their side, wrapping them in a comforting hug from behind and gently caressing their head.

sophia softly asks if reader would like to let it all out by crying on her shoulder and explaining how they’re feeling, holding them close and offering a sense of safety.

after this episode, sophia informs lara, and together they decide to be there for reader, offering constant support. they stay close, ready to help whenever needed, showering reader with words of affirmation to help them stay grounded and prevent them from spiraling.

lara also steps in, guiding reader through calming breathing exercises. she places their hand on her chest, gently instructing them to follow her breathing. "okay, now inhale, hold it, and exhale," she says, doing the exercise herself to guide reader through each step.

at times, reader feels unworthy of all the love and care sophia and lara are offering, feeling like they're a burden and that the girls have already done so much, trying to push them away, not wanting to disturb them any further.

but sophia and lara are relentless in their affection and reassurance, assuring reader over and over that they have all the time in the world and are more than happy to support them through it all. they won’t let the reader push them away, no matter how much the reader tries to insist.

the girls, wanting to help reader wind down and ease their stress, might even offer to have them "relax" in their bed. taking turns fucking them good, leaving them empty minded 😋.

good luck anon and all of you who are going through finals! and yes, work has been exhausting lately, but I still love bartending, even though some nights can be really draining.

[manonssunset]

cheerleading was great! can’t wait to see more in the future! love ur works!

thank you so much girl 🫶🏻

I also recommend checking out her profile for le sserafim fics, they're super good!

[manonssunset]

I have a special fic planned for the holidays 😋

It will likely have a christmas theme, both in terms of atmosphere and plot. I’m about 99% sure it will feature yunjin, just to mix things up a bit (though this could change, I’m still in the planning stage).

I’m thinking of maybe adding a bit of smut 👀, I have a cute idea in mind, but I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

I’m also working on some requests, but realistically, only part 2 of "COSA NUESTRA" will be out before the christmas special. work has been killing me lately ���.

in the meantime, feel free to share your thoughts!!

[manonssunset]

french kiss

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

megan skiendiel x fem.reader

suggestive/established relationship

megan was over at your place for the night, you two were laying on the bed looking through your phones as per usual, she was on twitter going through the katsyee hashtag and you were on tiktok watching videos, she puts her phone down and looks at you with her big brown eyes, you look to your side with a big smile

"what?" you ask, your phone still in your hands

"nothing, you're just beautiful" she says, making you visibly cringe

"ew" you say, earning a laugh from her, she pecks your lips quickly

"for once can you be cringy with me?" she asks, still laughing

"never, that's not my kind of tea" you say, shaking your head, megan sits up and quickly gets on top of you "oh, hi" you say, smiling as her face is only inches away from yours, she slowly closes the distance and kisses you, the kiss gets deeper and more heated, she slows her pace down, now going down to your neck "i'm so tired, bae" you say, still enjoying her kisses on your neck

"i'll help you relax" megan says, her smile audible through the kisses. you chuckled softly at her words, the sound low in your throat as her lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck. megan's touch was warm, and her presence made it easy to forget the outside world for a while. after a couple of minutes, she stops and looks at you, her hair falling from each side of her face

"do you know how to french kiss? teach me" she says with a serious face

"so are you asking me if i know or you're just assuming i do?" you say, giggling

"i know you do, teach me" she says again

you raised an eyebrow at her, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. "teaching is hard, you know."

megan rolled her eyes dramatically. "c'mon, stop stalling and show me" she said, her tone teasing but expectant.

"okay, okay" you say, almost whispering as her face is so close to yours, taking a deep breath, overly dramatic just to make her laugh, you sit up and get closer to the bed frame, megan still on your lap. "it’s not that complicated" you begin, your voice low. "just follow my lead, okay?"

your one hand goes to her face and the other one on her waist, you pull her closer and start kissing her

as your lips met hers, you moved gently, wanting to ease her into it. megan responded almost immediately, her hands finding their way to your shoulders. the kiss was soft at first, a simple press of lips as she mimicked your movements. you tilted your head slightly, deepening the kiss just a little, giving her time to follow your rhythm. you slowly eased your tongue into it as she does the same, now battling for dominance, she lets out moans, making you smile

you couldn't help but grin against her lips as her soft moans filled the quiet room, her enthusiasm both adorable and intoxicating. megan leaned into you more, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly, as though trying to pull you even closer. her confidence grew with each passing second, and it was clear she was enjoying this as much as you were. your hands found their way under her shirt, squeezing her waist and going down to her hips, you pull away, her eyes still closed from the kiss as she looks confused the second she opens them

you smiled softly, catching your breath as you watched her blink a few times, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted. her confused expression quickly turned into a playful pout.

"why'd you stop?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

"the lesson is over" you say, brushing her hair out of her face

"are you serious?" she says, half-pouting. "y/n, you can't leave me like this" the ginger says, her hands still on your shoulder

"like what?" you ask, smiling

"horny" she replies immediately

"baby, i'm sorry, i'm like exhausted" you say as your head falls back

megan groaned dramatically, her head falling onto your chest as she muttered something unintelligible. "you're the worst" she said after a moment, her voice muffled against you.

you laughed softly, reaching up to gently rub her back. "i told you i was tired, babe. you're just gonna have to deal with it for now."

she lifted her head, her pout returning as she stared at you. "you're annoying" she teased, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her real feelings. "i guess i'll just go on twitter and complain about my boring girlfriend."

"go ahead" you replied with a smirk. "hashtag ‘worst girlfriend ever.’ see how many retweets you get."

she burst out laughing, the sound warm and contagious.

megan rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she lay back down beside you. "you're lucky you're cute" she muttered, poking your side playfully.

"i know" you replied smugly, your grin widening as you turned to face her. you reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, your touch soft and tender. "and you're lucky i like you enough to put up with your dramatic twitter threats."

she gasped in mock offense, clutching her chest. "dramatic? me? never!" her laughter bubbled up again, her eyes shining with amusement as she nudged you with her elbow.

you shook your head, laughing along with her. "sure, keep telling yourself that, meiyok."

she stuck her tongue out at you, then flopped onto her back, pulling the blanket up to her chin. "fine, i’ll forgive you this time. but only if you make it up to me tomorrow."

"deal," you said without hesitation, snuggling closer to her. "now, let's actually get some sleep. i'm so ready to pass out."

megan hummed in agreement, her body relaxing against yours as you both settled in for the night. the room grew quiet, save for the soft sounds of your breathing and the occasional rustle of the blankets.

"you know despite everything, i still love you, right?" she says, whispering

"oh my god, here she goes again, being cheesy" you say, throwing your hands in the air

"just say that you love me too, it's not that hard" megan says, frowning

"of course i love you, i love you more than anything" you say, kissing her forehead

"jesus, took you long enough" she says, making you laugh

[manonssunset]

Plsssss that was actually so sweet 😭- it feels a little cheesy but it was cheesy in the best way possible. The way you wrote it makes it feel like a snippet from a sports rom-com. That was actually so cute and honestly really heartwarming 🙈- I can tell you put a lot into it.

(And just to quickly comment on your answer to my last ask: AHHHHHH-🫠. You'll definitely be hearing more from me 🫰🏾)

-✨️

honestly, I didn't plan for the fic to be this cheesy and sweet 😭 I guess I was just feeling extra romantic while writing it. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

can't wait to hear more, anon!

[manonssunset]

"cheerleading" UGH IT WAS SOO GOOD WTFFF , IM ACTUALLY SOOOO INLOVE WITH ITTT , PLEASE NEVER DIE I WILL LIT DO WITCHCRAFT

LMAO THANK YOU SO MUCH GIRL 🫶🏻

if work weren't so tiring, I’d probably have posted a lot more katseye fics by now because I really love the girls 😭

[manonssunset]

Cheerleader!katseye member x player!reader when I’m sat with popcorn already babes hit us with it I beg!!!

posted it!! it's here.

[manonssunset]

"CHEERLEADING"

pairing: cheerleader!daniela avanzini x basketballplayer!reader

synopsys: in the lead up to the final, you struggle with the weight of expectations and pressure, but you find solace in daniela's support. the long-awaited day comes, the score is tied and there are only seconds left. you and your team fight hard, actually securing the win. the victory is sweet, but there's something else that makes the moment unforgettable.

tags/warnings: language, fluff, established relationship, a lot of comfort, daniela reassures reader, some suggestive jokes, kissing, hugs, they're so cute I'm gonna cry, mention of newjeans minji

wc: +3,9k

a/n: I decided to do basketball because idk shit about football, so yeah... and also because it was the only other sport that I knew had a cheerleader team. I'm also sorry guys, we don't really see a lot of cheerleader!dani in this story, maybe I could expand it someday...

you let out a deep breath as daniela, your girlfriend, rubbed your shoulders. her fingers worked into your muscles, easing the tension that had built up until now, circular motions kneading your flesh with a pressure that made you sigh in satisfaction. you were sitting on a bench on the side of the basketball court while the rest of your teammates moved quickly up and down the playing area. their movements were accompanied by the squeaky rhythm of sneakers rubbing on the polished wood floor and the echo of bouncing balls. 

the training had been especially intense in the last few days, your team had won several matches, securing a spot in the grand final of the tournament. this meant double the afternoons spent at the sports center and going home at absurd hours. you couldn’t lie and say that these circumstances weren’t weighing you down. 

an additional difficulty was finding time to see your girlfriend. you were either too busy with training or too exhausted to even watch a movie together. however you considered yourself to be the luckiest person alive. why? because not only was daniela part of the cheerleading squad, meaning you could always count on her presence during games. but also because, even if she had a free afternoon, she always made the effort to come and support you, taking care of you by bringing you water and drying your sweat with a towel. 

today was no different. after finishing her cheer practice, she came over to watch you play. she had been busy with her squad, running through routines, exhaustion clear on her face. however, even when she had the option to go home and rest after training, she decided to make her way over to your side of the centre, calling you out when you took a break.

that’s how you found yourself in this situation: your head dropped forward, hands resting on your knees while your fingers played with the hem of your shorts. your eyes were closed, enjoying your girlfriend’s ministrations. your shirt hung loosely around your neck after you had pulled it off when daniela offered to massage you, leaving your glistening back and abs exposed. as you relaxed into her hands, shoulder shrinking, neck loosening, your thoughts began to drift. you were so absorbed in the quiet comfort of her touch that time seemed to slip away.

what you didn’t notice was how your girlfriend couldn’t quite keep her eyes off you, her gaze lingered on the way the lean muscles of your back flexed under her touch. she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly as thoughts that weren’t entirely appropriate crossed her mind. she silently thanked the universe that you were too lost in your own thoughts to notice her flustered conditions. 

when you snapped out of it, you jerked your head back, glancing up at daniela. “oh my god dani you’re doing such a good job!” you obnoxiously fake-moaned, raising your voice in pitch as a playful smirk tugged at your mouth, watching her reaction in amusement. “stop it! you’re being weird…” she complained in embarrassment, face heating up as she slapped your arm jokingly. hearing your loud laugh, she couldn't help but join in, her own laughter bubbling up in response. 

you loved making your girlfriend laugh, whether it was with silly jokes or with your ridiculous antics. you loved the way her eyes crinkled, her cheeks flushed, and her dimple flashed as she tilted her head back. she just looked so… warm, so effortless, like everything you ever wanted. the thought that she was actually yours still made you pinch yourself sometimes.

but as the laughter faded, a different feeling began to settle in. the playfulness in the air softened, and a quietness formed between you two. the moment felt like it was slowing down. she wrapped her arms around your shoulder, pulling you against her chest. you sank into the embrace, her warmth surrounding you, cheek resting gently against your shoulder. her heartbeat drummed softly against your back, a steady, rhythmic pulse that was reassuring, like a constant reminder that she was right there. 

as you turned your head back just enough, you met her eyes, wide and bright, and her smile. that smile… it had a way of making everything feel safe, like you could be completely honest with her, without fear. 

in that exact moment, the thought of the final, the pressure and the expectations felt too much to bear, you felt it physically, like the weight of everything you were pushing in the back of your mind came crashing forward. you were afraid of this sudden fragility, but you remembered that you were with her, and it was okay to be vulnerable.

your face lost some of its brightness as you took a deep breath. “dani” you started, your voice coming out quieter than expected. your fingers were fidgeting nervously with the fabric of the shorts as you melted further into her embrace, finding solace in the blanket that her arms created. you stared deep into her orbs, seeing a glimmer of concern forming in her eyes, but she waited, her gaze gentle and expectant, giving you the space to speak. “my mind has been a mess lately, jesus, the thought of the final is hunting me, I-I… what if I’m not enough? what if I can’t handle it?” your voice was barely audible, the vulnerability catching in your throat, finally expressing how you truly felt.

the smile on your girlfriend’s face faltered just slightly, her eyes softening as she listened. her embrace grew tighter, her fingers lightly traced patterns across your arms, a small, comforting gesture meant to remind you that she was there for you. “hey, listen,” daniela whispered, her voice firm but gentle. “I know how overwhelming it can feel. trust me, I’ve been there too,” her eyes never left yours, the sincerity in her gaze unwavering. 

“but don’t forget that there’s a reason why you are here. you have proven time and time that you’re able to play extremely well and, most importantly, that you’re capable to win” you heart lightened as you weakly nodded along and softly hummed in response. 

“and, remember, you’ve got all of us: your friends, your teammates, your parents, me” she emphasized the “me”, pointing a finger towards her chest.

as her words sunk in, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound confidence build inside of you, slowly replacing the doubt. “you’re stronger than you think. I believe in you.” she leaned forward, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips, a gentle gesture that sealed her words, a promise that she would always be by your side.

the kiss also silently communicated that she wasn't just giving out empathy for free, she was paying you back for the numerous times that you held her crying. in fact, it wasn't uncommon for daniela to find herself engulfed in the warmth of your arms, venting about her worries and frustrations. the way you soothed her by gently caressing her hair, whispering reassuring words into her ear, made her feel like she was protected by a cocoon. you both had created a safe space for each other to share your feelings.

when she pulled away, you felt an instinctive urge to give back, to thank her for all the unconditional love and support. you thought about how every time the pressure seemed unbearable, her presence was always the anchor you needed to stay afloat. she wasn’t just the person you leaned on, she was your strength. 

you sat up a little straighter, turned around and reached for her, your hands moving almost without thinking. you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her as close as you could from the position you were in. you buried your head in her chest, feeling the soft fabric of her top under your cheek, the slight curve of her body fitting perfectly against yours. your hands found the soft skin of her back, her warmth making everything feel still and safe. 

you tightened your hug, making daniela squeal in surprise at the sudden strength. her body stiffened for a second before she relaxed into your embrace, but you didn't loosen your grip. you held her close, the weight of the day, the stress, the pressure, all flowing out of you through the tension in your arms.  

“you have no idea how much you mean to me, dani,” you started, the weight of your words filling the air as you took a deep breath, the familiar scent of her floral perfume was mixing with the tension you were releasing. she gently stroked your cheek, appreciating the tenderness of the moment. you lightly softened your hug, head moving away from her chest to look deep into her eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you, really.” you said, your voice carrying the sincerity of everything you had been feeling. 

daniela’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, the genuineness of your words making her heart flutter. “stop, you’re making me blush,” she laughed lightly, but it was clear that the depth of your sentiment had taken her by surprise. she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, using the hands that were resting on your broad shoulder to cup your face. “you mean the world to me too.” she added, the sincerity in her eyes mirroring your own.

“hey man! you coming back or what?” minji’s voice cut through the bubble of intimacy, sharp and demanding. both of your heads snapped toward her, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of your teammate standing with her arms spread wide and eyebrows raised in a mock-stern expression. the playful interruption broke the moment, but it quickly reminded you that your team still needed you, pulling you back to the present.

you locked eyes again with daniela, as if to ask for her permission to leave, she nodded, a smile still plastered on her face. “come on, get back in there, they’re waiting for you,” she encouraged, pulling your arm and making you stand up, patting your butt as a signal for you to go back into the court. 

you quickly pulled your shirt back on, still chuckling. with a final, lingering glance at her, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I love you," you whispered, the words feeling like they carried more weight than usual, as if they were a reminder of everything she had just said and done for you. she wasted no time in saying it back, but her voice was also urging you to actually go back, the concept reinforced by the light push she gave you. and that’s what you did, running towards the rest of your teammates, not before sending her a teasing wink.

-♧-

the loud whistle of the referee marked the start of the second half of the match. your eyes were blinded by the overwhelmingly bright lights, their relentless glare directed onto the court, making it impossible to escape the spotlight. as if the intense artificial glow wasn’t enough of a reminder of the high expectations, the merging of the crowd’s voices, creating a deafening roar, hit you like a physical force, surrounding you from all sides. it was unpredictable, the eruptions of sounds following the action happening in the game. each burst of noise was a jolt to your nerves, leaving you with a rush of adrenaline that surged through your veins.

however, the cheering was almost completely silenced by the rapid pounding of your heartbeat. erratic thumps were echoing in your ears, as if they were trying to keep up with the intensity of the game. sweat dripped down your face, trickling over your skin. your shirt clung to your back, soaked and heavy with effort, and you could feel the damp fabric tugging at you with each movement. 

the overhead lights caught the sweat on your body, making it glisten like beads of glass, a visible sign of the intensity of the game. fatigue weighed you down, your body running hot from the quick, snappy movements. but it wasn’t just exhaustion that pressed on you now, it was also that damn scoreboard.

it flashed before you like a challenge, the numbers were too close, too dangerous. a harsh reminder that everything was on the line. your mind raced. what if it’s not enough? what if we lose? your stomach twisted, anxiety gnawing at you. you swallowed hard as the doubt started to creep in. the pressure felt suffocating, and for a moment, you couldn’t focus on anything but the numbers glaring back at you. was it too late?

the swish of the ball snapping through the net jolted you back to reality. you quickly glanced at the scoreboard, your worst fear confirmed: the other team had scored, and the game was now tied. the roar of the crowd on their side felt like a punch in the gut, their celebrations loud and unrelenting. you froze, as though your body hadn’t caught up with what your eyes had just seen. 

you then sighed heavily, hands covering your face in disappointment as your head and shoulders dropped. “damn it!” you whispered-shouted to yourself. the flickering numbers on the board only deepened the weight on your shoulders. this is it. your mind kept repeating the same words over and over. this was the moment where you were going to lose.

but as the doubt threatened to swallow you, you fought against it. squeezing your eyes shut, you inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the negativity. you couldn’t afford to fall apart now. as you reopened your eyes, you looked around, scanning the faces of the crowd in search of her. you finally found daniela’s gaze, the loud noises of the spectators fading in the background as you lost yourself in the warmth of her eyes. 

she shot you a loving smile, paired with a slight tilt of her head, a gesture that added tenderness and vulnerability to her expression. there was a glimmer of hope in the way her lips curled, as if she believed, no matter how tight the game, that the outcome would tip in your favor. it was a smile that silently urged you to push through, as if saying “you’ve got this”. 

her gaze made you realize that the game wasn’t over yet. there was still time, and you were gonna fight for it. fight for your team. fight for yourself. fight for her. it gave you a burst of energy and strength, the pressure that had been crushing you lifted just enough for you to breathe. with this newfound determination, you straightened your shoulders and refocused, mentally and physically preparing for the last play. 

you looked at the clock, a relentless reminder of how little time was left, just a few precious moments until the buzzer. you glanced around, catching the determined looks of your teammates, knowing that this was the moment that could define the game. if your team could stay focused, if you worked seamlessly together, this was your opportunity to win. you had fought too hard to back down now.

as the action began, everything around you seemed to slow down. every step you took and every movement on the court felt drawn out, as if time itself had stretched. your heartbeat echoed in your ears, a steady pulse that anchored your focus. we’ve got this. you were confident in your team’s abilities.

the ball was moving fluidly, passed between teammates with calculated precision. the team moved towards the basket like a practiced dance, every motion was a step closer to the victory. as the ball landed between your hands, you saw it: an opportunity, a fraction of space where you could make a pass. without thinking, you moved, stepping into position, your hands guiding the ball into your teammate’s waiting grasp, perfectly placed for the shot. 

you watched as the ball flew through the air in the perfect trajectory. it was the result of the seamless teamwork that had led to this moment. when the final buzzer echoed through the arena, your team erupted in uncontainable joy, jumping into the air, arms raised above your head as multiple ecstatic shouts could be heard. you and your teammates exchanged high-fives and laughed with unrestrained enthusiasm. 

you were then pulled into a tight embrace with the rest of the team, the smell of sweat and the roaring of the crowd amplifying the rush of victory. you couldn’t stop grinning. excitement and relief washed over you, flooding your chest with warmth as the group celebrated together, savoring the success you had all fought for.

in that instant of celebration something inside you stirred. an unsettling feeling that made it impossible to stand still, as if staying where you were would cause you to burst with unspent energy. your leg trembled with nervousness, and you realized that you had no choice but to follow your instinct and commit to it.  

so, suddenly, you pulled away from the group, sprinting towards the stands. your teammates all shared a confused and perplexed expression on their face, watching as you leaped with ease over the low barrier that separated the crowd from the court. to be completely honest, even you weren't entirely sure where this impulse came from; all you knew was that you just felt a rush of excitement that made you want to share your joy with daniela. 

and that's exactly where you were heading: swiftly moving towards the cheerleading section in the stands. and then you saw her. her face mirrored the slight confusion of the crowd, but her smile was still there, welcoming and reassuring. when you reached her, the world around you seemed to stand still. she met your gaze, her eyes filled with something unspoken, something just for you. the moment probably lasted only a few seconds, but to the both of you, it felt like an eternity.

without a word, you gently cupped her face in your hands and pressed your lips onto hers. the kiss was almost urgent, as if it were releasing all the pent-up stress and anxiety from the match. you both moved in perfect harmony, savoring the sweetness and softness of her lips, a stark contrast to the saltiness caused by the sweat of your own. the warmth of her skin against your hands only added to her already inviting and comforting presence.

when you pulled away, the calm you felt was like an indescribable breath of fresh air, a much-needed escape from the overwhelming ocean of anxiety that had consumed you ever since the final weighed on your mind. your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden wave of surprised and teasing noises from the crowd. you looked around and saw people leaping to their feet, applauding you; others wore shocked, caught-off-guard expressions, gasping in disbelief; and your teammates’ excited cheers engulfed you from behind.

when you heard a distant voice shout “get a room!” you realized just how sudden and unexpected your gesture had been. a flush of embarrassment spread across your face as a shy smile tugged at your lips. daniela, mirroring your redness, laughed softly, her eyes wide in surprise and her hand was covering part of her face.

your locked eyes again, exchanging a silent moment of affection as you softly squeezed her face. a quiet reassurance for your girlfriend that she had nothing to worry about. then you turned to head back to your team, still chuckling. your teammates playfully patted the back of your head and your back. 

“I’m gonna need a replay of that man! I swear it was more exciting than the win.” one of your teammates commented, making you laugh at the hilarious remark. “honestly, cutest shit ever.” minji said, looking at you supportingly as she held out her hand, ready for another high-five. a proud smile crossed her face, and you sighed in relief, happy that the kiss had been so well received.

the team triumphantly made its way to the trophy, gathering around it to make sure that everyone had a chance to touch it before lifting it high into the air, pride evident on every face. in all honesty, your pride wasn’t just for the victory, you were mostly proud to have shown everyone that daniela was yours, secretly hoping to have sparked a bit of envy over your relationship.

-♧-

when the team made its way back to the locker rooms, the teasing about the kiss continued. “okay we get it, you’re winning at life. winning the game, winning the heart… I’m honestly jealous!” one of your teammates remarked, laughing as she threw her arm around your shoulder. you rolled your eyes, already knowing that this wasn’t going to die down anytime soon. “no seriously, next time we win, I’m sprinting to the stands and getting me a kiss too!” another teammate chimed in, mimicking a running motion with exaggerated gestures. 

“come on, jesus, I just gave her a kiss, nothing too scandalous,” you tried to shut them down, but it didn’t quite go as planned. “yeah, sure… let’s see if you just give her that tonight,” another teammate teased, making an obvious innuendo that sent the whole room into a fit of laughter. “shut up man! at least I’ve got game.” you shot back, whipping her arm with your shirt, the room erupting in a chorus of “ooh”s at your response. 

as the teasing slowly quieted, one by one, every teammate started to leave the locker room. you decided to stay behind, soaking in the rare peace after all the excitement: both the chaos of the crowd and the energy of your teammates. when you finally stepped outside, you were met by daniela running towards you, jumping straight into your arms. you wrapped her tightly into a hug, and she did the same. the softness of her hair brushing against your cheek and the sweet, floral scent of her perfume that engulfed you, made you feel completely at home.

you spun her around, both of you laughing and letting out joyful sounds as the cold air whipped your hair around. when you stopped, you finally took a good look at her. the blush still lingered on her cheeks, and her beautiful eyes gazed at you, holding an unspoken question, as if she was waiting for you to notice something. “no way…” your voice trailed off as you realized what shirt she had changed into. 

“yes way, it even has your name on the back!” she exclaimed happily, bouncing excitedly in your arms. she was wearing one of your basketball jerseys, your number boldly printed on the front, with the team logo stitched onto her chest. “no fucking way,” you repeated, deeply touched by her gesture. “I love you so much dani,” you murmured, feeling more grateful than ever. she had proven, yet again, that she was the best girlfriend anyone could ask for, and you wouldn’t trade her for anyone else in this world. 

“I love you too,” she whispered back, holding your face. and in that moment, everything felt perfect.

a/n: I hope the last part doesn't feel too rushed, and I'm really sorry if the dialogue with the teammates sounds too corny 😭

[manonssunset]

YESSSSSSSS you see the visionnnn 😩🤌🏾✨️

And I didn't mention it in my last ask but yea the idea of the last session evolving into them resolving allll of that tension and Lara leaving several marks of her own all over reader's neck and shoulders and back and thighs a- *blacks out* 😶

Lara's gonna ask reader to put something on her inner thigh next and they're both gonna have to find a way to control themselves when reader is on their knees and looking up at her when they're doing a check in and Lara is just looking at them with her eyes half closed, biting her lower lip 🫣

Omggggg and then her hand is in reader's hair almost that entire session?? When the tattoo is finished and reader's massaged a cream onto her thigh, she just pulls them up by the back of their head so she can kiss them...or they can stay down there...... and get to work on something else 👀👀😳

(I'm glad to hear that you liked my ask! I'm a little new to the whole ask/requesting thing. The euphoria I get reading yours and other bloggers writing has been amazing I had to get into ittt)

-✨️

ooh, I can see lara saying something along the lines of "well, since you gave me permanent marks, why don't I give you some too?" as she pulls reader closer and works her way from the top.

not satisfied with just marking their neck, she makes reader strip of their shirt, and wastes no time in leaving purple spots all over reader's chest, backs and abs. 🥺

and if she's feeling a bit freaky, she might even make reader take off everything and give them a special reward for the amazing art they left on her arm.

and when lara decides to make reader tattoos something big, that will take a lot of time on her inner thigh just so she can have them between her legs for longer. definitely getting off to the image of reader's face close to where she needed them the most. 😳

and when reader looks up to check on her and sees a very flustered and turned on lara, who's trying very hard to restrain herself from just gripping reader's hair and moaning out loud.

and when reader finally finishes the tattoo, lara is just so aroused that it just seeps through her shorts. a wet spot nice and visible on her garment.

I bet reader even teases her for that, saying how pathetic it is that she's so soaked and they haven't even properly touched her.

but reader just can't resist helping her out, sliding her shorts off, and getting to work. alternating between giving nice and long licks and sucking on her clit 😩.

and lara is just so so so vocal about it, desperate whines and moans leaving her mouth as a reaction to your ministrations.

anyway, YES, I enjoyed both of your asks. you really made me want to write for lara x tattoo artist reader, lol.

I really appreciate your kind words anon 🫶🏻 I would love to hear more from you!!

[manonssunset]

That clip of Lara saying she's gonna get a full sleeve on her arm keeps putting thoughts in my head about her meeting a tattoo artist reader who she ends up going to almost every time she wants new ink.

They'll spend a lot of time together planning the design she wants. As they get more comfortable with each other, a lot of that planning happens after they've gone out to eat on totally platonic, definitely professional, lowkey flirty '''friend''' dates.

When they finally get into the sessions, on Lara's request, reader does house visits for her (which they usually never do).

The tension between them slowly builds session after session. Reader is especially attentive and caring with her, and they try to stay as professional as possible. Meanwhile Lara is just--- trying to breathe and resist jumping their bones every time she feels reader's hands against her skin.

The last session somehow ends up being less than professionally intimate, with Lara on reader's lap as they finish the upper section of the tattoo by her shoulder/collarbone. Reader's barely put the machine and supplies aside before they're making out with each other. The reader becomes Lara's personal tattoo artists and something more, and they lived gayly ever after- amen ✋🏾

(Hi!! Hope you're having a great day- I love what I've seen on your blog so far and also the colour palette is veryyy pretty 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

(I know you said to drop some thoughts in your inbox, but I didn't expect myself to write this much. I'll probably ask if you could do a longer story in the future but for now it would be nice to see your own thoughts on it--if you're up for it, I think I just needed to let my gay thoughts out frrrrr thank you for the opportunity✨️)

- ✨️

OMG I LOVE THIS

I often think about lara getting a full sleeve too. the idea of a tattoo tour is always in the back of my mind, maybe I will write about it someday...

anyway, back to your ask, lara would definitely be the type to initiate those "platonic" dates, asking reader to design the tattoos together while grabbing coffee.

reader and lara would totally forget the original purpose of these hangouts and end up talking about their lives and interests for hours. not to mention the number of flirty remarks exchanged, with lara always praising reader's ability to draw while flipping through their sketches.

when lara asks reader to tattoo her in her living room, reader feels a bit taken aback by the request but accepts anyway, having developed a soft spot for lara.

these sessions are filled with tension as reader tries to keep things professional, avoiding touching lara too intimately, while lara's breath is just so unsteady, biting her lips to suppress the little gasps she lets out every time their hands brush against her overly sensitive skin.

by the final session, all the tension that had built up until now finally erupts when lara, after reader finishes the tattoo on her shoulder, makes a bold move. she straddles and kisses reader, pulling their face closer by the neck, while reader places their hands on her thighs, slowly making their way to cup and squeeze her ass. 😳😳

you didn't include it in the ask, but I can already visualize how beautifully the tension build-up could evolve into something intimate and steamy, oof... 🫣

btw I'm so happy that someone appreciates the aesthetic and the visuals of my blog. I really put effort into making the pictures and the colors look nice and cohesive, so knowing that at least someone likes them is really heartwarming, thank you anon 😭😭.

also, I actually really enjoy longer thoughts so don't feel limited, write as much as you want, and feel free to share all of your gay thoughts, I will gladly read them and share what I think.

[manonssunset]

this is actually so sweet. I'm gonna cry, thank you so muchhh 😭😭

do you have any katseye authors you recommend?? it's so hard finding any writer for them at all

Oohh I have a few , let me tell you their fics are chefs kiss

@maevebabyy -"confident ","push n pull" and her smau "touch" are my favs , overall one of the best writers for katseye (love you Maeve!!)

@modanisgf - THE SMAU YES PLSPSLS

@iviluv - again amazing fics , especially the "do you miss me" one!$??#(#

@hwonnrinji - pretty new but amazing legit (love the Lara fic btw)

@nakylvr - THIS PERSONS MANON FIC LJKE I LOVE IT

@ninguitar - I wanna kiss this authors mind that's how good they are

[manonssunset]

IT'S OUT!!

I've also started working on almost all the other requests, so they will come soon aswell

[manonssunset]

send in some thoughts about the girls (they can be even nsfw), that I want to write something short while I take a break from the longer fics

[manonssunset]

rauw anon here! (lol) i’m for sure going to be looking forward to seeing more of his songs / references to his songs in your work in the future!

it’s cool that you know him! most of my friends in the us only know him cause I introduced him to them… idk if you’ve listened to viceversa yet but it’s such a good album!

and i am thinking of writing a one shot inspired by cosa guapa or desenfocao’ probably a yunjin or maybe aeri x reader we’ll see… and yes! my blog is @/kkuramyeons if you ever want to check that out :D

expect some more spanish then 👀

YES!! I love viceversa, I've discovered him about 2/3 months after the album came out, and I've been loving him since!

I'm really curious about which aspects of the two songs you will include in your fics. I'm definitely going to check them out!