Klara

the fem reader

[hrtbannerman]

Falling in Love || Daniela Avanzini

Pairing: Daniela Avanzini x 7thMember!Reader

Summary: Where with each video on TikTok and Weverse, it became more and more obvious that Daniela was hopelessly in love with you.

Note: English is not my first language.

Warning: Flirting, Daniela is in love, Suggestive Content, A Little Anguish, Jealousy, and Comfort!

Katseye Masterlist

Video One: Try to Follow — 3.2 Million Views.

The studio smelled of cold coffee and floor disinfectant, that characteristic scent of a place that had seen too many rehearsals and too few overtime hours. You were leaning against the wall of mirrors, scrolling through your phone without paying much attention, when Lara showed up with that sparkle in her eyes of someone who was about to stir up trouble.

"Go on, go on, you two. Do the try to follow trend."

Daniela raised an eyebrow from across the room. She was wearing a black hoodie half-fallen off her shoulder, her brown hair tied up in a loose bun that was already losing the battle against gravity. She looked tired. She looked beautiful.

"If you mess up, I won't let you forget it." She said, and her voice came out lower than usual, almost a purr.

You laughed, already positioning yourself in front of her.

"And what if you're the one who messes up?"

"I won't."

Said like that, with that absolute certainty, it was almost arrogant. But coming from Daniela, it was just the truth.

The music started. You moved first, simple steps, a shoulder roll, your right hand rising and falling in a fluid gesture. You felt her presence behind you like a magnetic field, that silent thing Daniela had of occupying spaces without needing to make noise.

What you didn't see, but the video would later show, to 3.2 million people, was her face.

Daniela wasn't looking at your movements. She wasn't following your arms or your legs with that technical focus she had during the group's choreographies. She was looking at you. At the curve of your neck when you laughed at something Sophia shouted from off-frame. At the way your hair swayed. At the reflection of the two of you in the mirror ahead.

When the video ended, Lara lowered her phone with a strange expression.

"You two…" She started, but didn't finish.

Daniela was already reaching for her water bottle, the back of her neck slightly flushed.

"Did it turn out good?" You asked, innocent.

"It turned out…" Lara exchanged a glance with Megan, who had just walked in. "It turned out really good."

You didn't understand at the time. You would understand later, when the comments started popping up on TikTok.

"guys she didn't blink ONCE" "Daniela looking at Y/N like she hung the moon" "this is no longer friendship, I regret to inform you" "the look on her face at 0:07 seconds MY GOD"

—

Video Two: We Listen and We Don't Judge — 3.1 Million Views.

The hotel room in Dallas had horrible lighting and an air conditioner that rattled like a boat engine. You and Daniela were sitting on the bed, shoulder against shoulder, bare feet touching in the middle of the mattress.

"Should we do the trend?" You suggested, showing your phone. "We listen and we don't judge."

Daniela rolled her eyes, but it was an affectionate eye roll, the kind she only did with you.

"Fine. But you start."

You adjusted the phone propped up on the nightstand, pressed record, and took a deep breath.

"I sleep with socks on even in the summer."

Daniela blinked. Then let out a short laugh, the kind that shook her shoulders in an adorable way.

"That's horrible."

"We listen and we don't judge!" You protested, lightly slapping her arm.

"Okay, okay. My turn." She made a dramatic pause, looking at the camera. "I've been listening to the same three songs for months."

"Three?"

"Three."

"Daniela."

"We listen and we don't judge." She repeated, imitating your voice, and you laughed.

That's when it happened.

While you laughed, throwing your head back, the phone still recording, Daniela simply… stopped. Her smile didn't disappear, but it softened. Her brown eyes, which fans called siren eyes, got caught on you as if the rest of the world had gone into slow motion.

It took you three seconds to realize she was no longer participating in the game.

"Dani?"

"Hm?" She blinked, coming back. Her cheeks tinged pink. "Sorry. I got lost."

The video ended there. But fans would take screenshots of that exact frame, Daniela looking at you with an expression that left no room for interpretation.

"she literally forgot she was recording" "Y/N laughing and Dani looking at her like she's the most precious thing in the world I CAN'T HANDLE THIS" "look at second 0:03 and tell me this isn't love" "Daniela Avanzini completely IN LOVE and thinking no one notices"

—

Video Three: Beautiful Chaos Tour Chicago — 4.5 Million.

The show in Chicago was electric.

The United Center pulsed with eighteen thousand people screaming, the lights sweeping the stage in neon waves, the sound of the drums vibrating in your chest like a second heart. You were at the center of the stage, the mini vlog camera in your hand, trying to capture the crowd's energy for the tour videos.

"Chicago!" You shouted at the lens, laughing. "You guys are—"

The arm wrapped around your waist before you could finish.

It was a gesture you knew. You knew the weight, the temperature, the way the fingers spread across your hip as if they belonged there. Daniela fit herself behind you, her chin on your shoulder, her body warm against your back.

"Hi." She murmured, quietly, just for you.

You turned your face, surprised, and found her smile. That rare smile, the one that came slowly and lit up everything, the one fans called the sunshine smile.

The big screen captured everything.

Eighteen thousand people went wild.

You couldn't explain what you felt in that moment. The world stopped for a second, suspended between the deafening noise and the silence of Daniela's gaze. On the giant screen, the image of the two of you looked like a painting, Daniela with flushed cheeks, you with a mischievous smile, your bodies so close that you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

She ran her tongue between her lips, that gesture that made the audience scream, and you captured the image on the vlog camera.

Later, backstage, Sophia nudged you.

"Did you see the big screen?"

"I did." Your voice came out weaker than you would have liked.

"She doesn't do that with anyone else."

You knew. Of course you knew.

—

The moments piled up.

There was the time backstage in Los Angeles, when you were talking to Jun, one of the dancers on the crew, handsome, funny, and Daniela simply appeared. She didn't say anything, didn't ask permission, didn't give an explanation. She just leaned against your side and stayed there, her shoulder glued to yours, her dark eyes fixed on Jun's face as if saying she's not available without needing to move a single muscle in her mouth.

Jun understood before you did. He gave a weak smile, murmured something about going to check the wardrobe, and disappeared.

"What was that?" You asked, turning to Daniela.

"Nothing." She averted her gaze. "I just wanted to be here."

There was the time in the van, coming back from the show in Houston, when you fell asleep on her shoulder. You woke up forty minutes later with Daniela's fingers tracing distracted circles on your arm, the touch so light it felt more like breath than skin. She was looking out the window, the streetlights passing in flashes across her face, and you closed your eyes again just to feel it a little longer.

There was the time on Weverse, when a fan asked "which member makes you laugh the most?" and Daniela answered your name before you even opened your mouth. Too fast. Too sure.

"Y/N. Always."

There was the live with Manon and Megan, which you only saw later, because someone sent you the clip.

"Have you guys noticed how Dani sticks to Y/N?" Manon was saying, excited, her eyes shining with the look of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. "It's all the time. We get to the hotel, Dani already looks for where Y/N is. We go eat, she sits next to her. We're backstage, she stays behind Y/N like a… Ugh, how do you say it? A puppy?"

"Clingy," Megan completed, laughing.

"That! She turns into a clingy little puppy when Y/N is around. It's really cute, but it's also kind of funny, because Dani acts all tough and then Y/N shows up and she just melts."

The video went viral within hours. Daniela never mentioned the subject.

But you noticed that, in the following days, she became quieter. More restrained. As if she had been discovered and didn't know what to do with the exposure.

—

And then that night came.

It was late, truly late, one of those dead hours when not even the birds were awake yet. The hotel room in New York was identical to all the other hotel rooms on the tour, but it felt different. Maybe because of the yellowish light from the lamp. Maybe because of the silence. Maybe because Daniela was lying on your chest, her body tucked between your arms, her brown curls spreading like paint on your t-shirt.

You were scrolling through your TikTok feed without paying attention, the videos passing in a colorful blur. Your other hand was in her hair, your fingers gently scratching, feeling the soft texture of the strands. Daniela was playing with the bracelets on your wrist, the black leather one you never took off, the beaded one a fan had thrown onto the stage in Chicago, the silver one your grandmother gave you.

"You like this one." She murmured, touching the beaded one.

"I do."

"Why?"

"Because a fan made it. It has every tiny bead… It must have taken hours."

Daniela was silent for a moment. Her fingers still played with the bracelet, but you felt a subtle shift in her body. A tension. A hesitation.

"Can I ask you something?" Her voice came out lower.

"Of course."

Another pause. Longer.

"Have you noticed?" She asked, and there was something fragile in the way the words came out, as if she were walking on thin ice.

Your thumb stopped in her hair.

"Noticed what?"

Daniela didn't lift her face. She kept her head on your chest, her fingers now still on your wrist.

"That I…" She took a deep breath. "That I like you."

Her heart was racing. You could feel the beats echoing in your own body, at the point where her chest touched yours.

"Dani…"

"No." She cut in, but her voice wasn't harsh. It was almost a plea. "Let me talk. If I don't say it now, I'll never say it."

You stayed silent. Your hand started moving in her hair again, slowly, a silent encouragement.

"I like you." She repeated, and now her voice trembled a little. "It's not a friendship thing. It's not a 'oh, we're really close' thing. I like you. The way that makes my chest hurt when you laugh at something I said. The way I forget there's an audience when you're near. The way I have to hold myself back from doing this…"

She touched your wrist.

"…all the time."

The confession hung in the air like smoke. Daniela took another deep breath, and you felt her fingers lightly squeeze the leather bracelet.

"But I'm scared." She continued, and now her voice cracked. "Because if this ruins everything, if you don't feel the same way and things get weird between us, if I lose what we already have… I don't want that. I'd rather stay quiet. I'd rather just be your friend that people think is clingy. Because at least then I still have you."

Your heart ached. It ached in a good way, it ached in a way you couldn't name.

"But I can't pretend anymore." Daniela whispered. "Every time someone comments, every time people notice before you do, every time I see myself in a video and realize I'm looking at you like you're…" She stopped. "Like you're everything. Because you are. And I don't know what to do with that."

She finally lifted her face.

Daniela's eyes were shining, not from tears, but from something close. Raw vulnerability. Fear and hope mixed in a combination that made her face more beautiful than any illuminated stage.

"You don't have to say anything." She spoke quickly. "I just needed you to know. And if you don't feel the same, we can forget this conversation. I can forget. Or try to. I—"

You kissed her.

It was in the middle of the sentence, in the middle of the monologue, in the middle of the fear she was spilling out in hurried words. Your hand slid from her hair to the nape of her neck, pulling her close, and your mouth found hers in a kiss that interrupted everything, the words, the thoughts, time.

Daniela was paralyzed for a second. A whole second where the world stopped spinning.

And then she melted.

Her lips moved against yours as if they had waited for this their entire lives. The hand that was on your wrist rose to your face, her fingers spreading across your jaw, the touch so delicate it seemed like she was still afraid of breaking something.

When you pulled apart, just enough to breathe, Daniela's eyes were wide. Her lips, slightly parted. Her cheeks, completely red.

"You…" She started.

"Me too." You said, and your voice came out hoarse. "For a long time. A very long time."

"But you never…"

"I didn't know how." You laughed, a trembling laugh. "You're Daniela Avanzini. You're… you."

"I'm just a girl who looks at you too much in videos."

"You're the girl who looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world." Your thumb caressed her cheek. "And I'm the girl who finally had the courage to do something about it."

Daniela let out a laugh, a wet laugh, emotional, the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard. She let her forehead fall against yours, her eyes closed, her eyelashes brushing your skin.

"I thought you didn't feel the same." She whispered. "I thought I was going to ruin everything."

"You didn't ruin anything." You kissed the tip of her nose. "You just made me wait."

"Was it worth it?"

Instead of answering, you kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper. Daniela's hands tangled in your hair, her body adjusting to yours as if it had finally found the right place.

Outside, New York shone with its thousands of lights. But inside that room, the only thing that mattered was the way Daniela smiled against your lips.

—

You woke up with the familiar weight on your chest.

Daniela was still there, exactly as she had fallen asleep, her head tucked between your neck and your shoulder, her curls tickling your chin, one of her hands splayed over your heart as if she wanted to feel every beat.

The morning light came in through the gaps in the curtain, painting golden stripes on her face.

You watched her for a while. At the dark eyelashes. At the lips still slightly swollen. At the expression of absolute peace she wore while she slept.

Your phone vibrated on the nightstand.

It was a Twitter notification. You opened it on instinct, the brightness of the screen making you squint.

It was an edit. Of course it was an edit. The fans never slept.

The video showed the two of you, the try to follow, the we listen and we don't judge, the stage moment in Chicago, the Weverse live. Scenes stitched together with a soft song in the background, each frame chosen with the precision of someone who knew exactly what they were looking for.

The caption read: "Daniela Avanzini completely in love with Y/N for 3 minutes and 47 seconds."

You smiled.

"So early?" Daniela's voice came sleepy, muffled against your neck.

"The eyekons made another edit."

"Hmm." She tightened her arm around your waist. "I bet it's obvious."

"It is."

Daniela lifted her head slowly, her eyes still half-closed, her hair completely messy. She looked at your phone screen, then at you.

"You know what I was thinking?"

"What?"

"That I don't need to hide anymore." She smiled, that rare smile, the one that lit up everything. "I can look at you as much as I want now."

You laughed, pulling her back into the embrace.

"You always could."

"But now you know."

"Now I know."

And when the phone vibrated again with more notifications, comments, likes, fans going crazy with the possibility that maybe, maybe, all of this was real, you set it aside.

Because Daniela was in your arms, her heart beating against yours, and the rest of the world could wait.

[juliameiyok]

IMAGINE ── daniela avanzini

gf!dani headcannons

little things regarding daniela avanzini as your girlfriend.

warnings — a little suggestive?

tags — wlw, femxfem, gfs

gf!dani who would be at a store and send you pictures of things she finds cute.

can i buy u this hoodie just so i can steal it back from you

this keychain would look so cute on ur bag

gf!dani who is a dry texter to everyone except for you.

gf!dani who will sit on your lap in social settings (ex. parties, hanging out with friends, etc.) so people know who she’s with.

gf!dani who subtly posts you on instagram in ways that the internet has to take months to decode before you hard launch.

gf!dani who sometimes tags you in soft launch pictures (ex. date nights, holding your hand, posting the same location, etc.) but sort of hides your @.

gf!dani who will steal/wear your clothes for casual wear.

gf!dani who tries to make breakfast in the morning but will start pouting when something won’t cook or it starts to burn.

gf!dani who begs to stop for some food wherever you two go, even if she just ate a snack half an hour ago.

gf!dani who always holds your hand in crowded places.

gf!dani who refuses to play video games because she can’t seem to beat you nor bots.

“this shit’s so rigged, i swear to god.”

“baby, stop going ahead of me! that’s not fair!”

gf!dani who loves to take you for rides in her red mustang. she loves to rev its engine whenever she picks you up.

gf!dani who used to hate showing pda with other people is actually constantly obsessed with showing that you’re hers in any given situation.

gf!dani who makes playlists for any planned thing you guys will attend together, whether it would be for the car ride there or just to set the mood for later in the evening.

gf!dani who always gets you in vip for her shows just so she can see you up front all the time.

gf!dani who sprints backstage to look for you, and you’ll hug her no matter what

“i’m so proud of you, you did so good baby!” you’d say over the loud, echoing aftershocks of a show.

she’d approach with caution at first.

“i wanna hug you, but i’m literally so sweaty right now!”

and of course, you’d hug each other regardless.

gf!dani who keeps a polaroid picture of you two inside of her wallet.

gf!dani who always brings you back little souvenirs from other countries she visits.

gf!dani who has a box of little things she’s collected over the years. whether it be movie theater tickets, photo booth strips, dried-up flowers, knick-knacks, or pretty much any little keepsake that she correlates with the two of you.

gf!dani who quickly tries to mediate things whenever you’re upset with physical affection and gentle words.

gf!dani whose group members or friends know exactly who’s she’s texting merely based off of the look on her face.

gf!dani who complains to the other kats about missing you so much that they start to get annoyed, reminding her that she could literally just call you.

gf!dani who would fall asleep on your couch while watching movies just so she doesn’t have to leave and go back home.

gf!dani who slowly started moving into your house. she has her own toothbrush, drawer of clothes, favorite snacks, hair + skin care products, etc.

gf!dani who immediately walks into your house and asks:

“what are we eating?”

“did you pick out a movie to watch?”

“i need to show you something that happened during rehearsal today…”

gf!dani who steals all the blankets when she spends the night and immediately denies it in the morning.

gf!dani who has your birthday as her password on all her devices.

gf!dani who loves to try doing new makeup looks on you late at night.

gf!dani who insists on showing you new dance routines she’s learned in the living room.

gf!dani who loves to slow dance with you, even if it’s 2 a.m. and the setting is the kitchen.

gf!dani who has to keep her arms draped over you whenever you’re sitting together.

gf!dani who always pulls you in closer by the waist or belt loops when someone else talks to you for too long.

gf!dani who stares at you from across the room and looks away the second you notice her gaze.

gf!dani who always tries to be nonchalant, but somehow that demeanor always crashes when it comes to you.

gf!dani who always asks for your advice on outfits.

gf!dani who whispers spanish into your ear because she knows how it makes you feel.

gf!dani whose bratty demeanor shuts off the second you’re on top of her.

gf!dani who takes you for late night rides in her red mustang while blasting carti songs you both know.

gf!dani who only lets one other person drive her car — and that’s you.

happy birthday dani!!!

also lowkey happy bday to me in two days teehee

hope you guys like this one! it’s a little simple, but i think some of it’s cute. plus, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now… eek!

anyways, i really wanna start writing a full fic (and maybe some smut) but i feel weird to and i have absolutely no idea where to begin. ugh.

keep sending me requests, i love the ideas!

much love,

— julia <3

[hermsnolore]

come right on me (i mean camaraderie)

pairings: daniela avanzini x f!reader

warnings: oral, fingering, strap-on, cheating, straight dani

daniela avanzini is a straight girl with a boyfriend that is definitely not in love with her best friend until she's at her birthday party with two drinks down her throat.

a/n: no smau update today i wanted to get this out BUT we'll get back to our regular schedule tmrw

It’s like the world slows down when the curls walk in. Flaying around like the wind was made to make her shine. The world almost slows down as her boots clack against the floor, eyes razor sharp, finding yours immediately. Locked onto you like a missile locking onto its target. Then there’s her boyfriend, trailing behind her like a lost pup. He’s almost clueless about what was going to go down tonight. 

“Happy birthday, princesa.” She whispers into your ear, coming up behind you. Her hands snake around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. She hands you your present, feels you burning up against her. She lets go shortly after, going back to kissing her boyfriend, Jonah, was it? He looks like he bullies fifth graders on roblox for a living. 

You’re trying not to be a hater, because she seems… happy. You wanted to be supportive but the way he talks is so idiotic, and the poses he makes, and the way he talks about her, and the songs he sings… it makes your blood boil. As long as Daniela is happy. Right? Except the latina was staring at you the entire time. 

She watches your hips move to the rhythm of the music, watches you giggle with the girls. Watches extremely closely when Megan rubs up against you. You both laugh like it’s a joke, like it’s platonic, but Daniela knows Megan. Her fist balls up, and then there’s her boyfriend kissing her neck, boiling her blood even more. She can’t focus, her vision is all over the place, scanning people as she keeps track of what you’re doing. 

“You go home, I’ll stay with her tonight. It’s her birthday after all, I promised her I’d stay.” She whispers to Jonah, he grumbles, but she gives him that intimidating look she gives haters, and he shuts up. He pouts at her, kissing her one last time before calling his buddy over to leave. Her eyes roll at his antiques, leaving to find you. Where are you? There. Bingo. 

She sneaks up behind you, pressing her lips against your shoulder, till you shiver. You whine out, “Dude, sto—” You pause when you look back. Your smile drops, immediately turning around. “Dani, what— what are you doing?” Daniela shrugs, running her hands through her hair, straightening her dress before saying, “Just dancing with my best friend.” You raise your eyebrow at her, looking at her skeptically. 

She backs off, putting her hands up in defence. You scoff, and look away. She goes all the way to the bar to get herself a drink. Her eyes don’t wander, they always land on you. She’s a bee, and you’re the flower. Daniela can’t stop herself from staring when you look that good, not when you’re surrounded by people that aren’t her. 

She chugs a drink down for confidence, shaking her head to refresh her system. She knows what she needs to do. Slides up next to you, putting her hands on some other guy as she observes you, stalks you before making her next move. You feel her presence, but you don’t know where she is. Daniela is always haunting you. You know she’s onto you this time. 

It’s like moving around the room with a ghost, Daniela can’t stop staring at your figure, she’s salivating at the thought of you. Her teeth are aching, needing to tear into your skin and leave it littered with hickeys. But she has to hold herself back, not here. So, she makes the obvious choice. Calls you to her room. 

“Room 101, in ten.” Daniela whispers into your ear, disappearing before you can say no. You look back frantically, eyes searching for her, but she’s nowhere to be found. You wink at your best friend, letting her know you’re heading out. Your hands reach into your pocket to reapply your lipgloss as you head upstairs. 

Room 101. You take a deep breath in, knocking softly. No one answers for a moment, you reach up to ring the bell, and sure enough the door opens. “You’re here.” You smirk. “You knew I’d be here.” She whispers, fingers motioning for you to come in. She settles down onto the bed, patting her lap. You look at her hesitantly. 

“You have a boyfriend.” You mumble, looking at her blatantly. She grabs your arm and pulls you into her lap, giggling with you. “That’s not for you to worry about.” She whispers against your ear, pressing a kiss against it. “Open it,” She says, referring to her present, sitting in front of both of you, wrapped in bright pink, almost ironical. You had started developing a liking towards the colour after hating it most of your childhood. You undo the bow, Daniela’s lips trail up your neck, leaving little licks that make you shiver in her arms. 

You open the box, and a moan leaves you at how hard she bites down. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp seeing the strap she’s given to you as a gift. You look back at her, squirming in her lap, but she keeps you in place, taking the strap in her hands. You whimper looking at it, unsure as to how it’ll fit. Daniela licks her lips, tracing your mouth, before pulling you into a kiss. “You look so beautiful, mi tesoro.” She kisses your ear, pulling you off her lap so she can put the strap on. 

“Ride me, I wanna watch you ride it.” She says, smirking. No reaction. Your mouth drops. But Daniela’s working fast, hands undoing your dress, pulling your zipper down, tearing it off your body. Her lips are on yours again, you whispering for her to do something. She hooks her arms under your thighs, pulling you onto your strap. Her fingers trace your entrance, making you whine out harder. “Dani, stop it.” You press your lips against her harder, hoping she would put it in already. 

“I said ride me, didn’t I?” You don’t wait any longer, sitting down on her strap. “Oh fuck, f—fuck Dani.” Your eyes close as you use her boobs to balance yourself. Daniela lays down, lets you fist her breasts, moaning watching you. You move your ass against her strap, going back and forth, getting used to the size. “God, it’s so big. I— I can’t—” You’re barely forming sentences, but Dani is so mesmerized by the look on your face, it’s stunning. 

To her, you’ve never looked more beautiful. “You’re so handsome,” She mumbles out. You giggle through your haze. “Handsome?” Daniela panics for a second. “Uh, pretty, I mean unless you like being called handsome, I mean— english words english, oh my god wait—” You put a finger against her mouth. “I love you, oh my god.” You slowly move up and down on her strap and moan out. 

“Dani,” You whimper against her neck, but Dani’s so lost in watching your ass go up and down her strap, it’s not long before she loses it. Her hands cup your ass, pushing it down on her strap. “Holy fuck, baby—” Daniela growls, slamming her hips into you till you’re crying into her shoulder, begging for her to go harder. “Daniela, oh god, keep going please, fuckfuckfuck— please,” You mumble incoherently. 

Daniela’s losing herself in it even more. “Cum for me baby, cum on my strap, please baby, c’mon, for me, please,” She whispers as your body trembles from your orgasm. Another complaint leaving your lips as you’re pulled off her strap. 

She lays you down on the bed, mouth immediately latching onto your nipple, you throw your head back, tugging at her hair, Her teeth lightly dig into your skin, fingers entering your tight hole. Daniela moans against you. “So warm, cariño.” Her fingers thrust into you, mouth obsessed with your breasts, trying to take as much in as she can. 

“Daniela, ‘m sensitive, oh my god, fuck.” You scream out her name, back arching as she pushes you back into place. “Gonna make you cum for me again, mine, mine, mine.” She growls. You only whine harder. “I’m yours, baby, slow down, lord,” You gasp out, legs twitching from the overstimulation. Her mouth leaves your chest, saliva dripping from her chin, and she laps at your clit instead. Your hips shoot up, cries leaving your mouth. 

“God— you’re so good, oh my god, fuck, I can’t—- baby, shit.” Your voice is hoarse from the screaming, cumming into her mouth right after. She only smirks, wiping it off her chin. 

“You have a boyfriend, Avanzini.” 

“That would be a really great last name for you.” She says simply, pressing another kiss to your lips before she’s wrapping you in burrito style.

[luluvrs]

𓏲࣪close enough

𐙚⋆ PAIRING ⋅ daniela avanzini x reader ⋅ WORD COUNT 4051 words ⋅ TAGS ⋅ !!MDNI!! ⋅ angst, jealousy, toxic!dani lowk, nsfw content, making out, clit play, oral, fingering, etc.. <𝟑 .ᐟ

⤷ ゛SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ in which... you and daniela are stuck in something unspoken that looks like a relationship to everyone except the two of you, and jealousy keeps forcing out feelings neither of you say out loud.

ᝰ.ᐟ: OFFICIAL LULU COMEBACK I PROMISE

your relationship with daniela is complicated. you aren’t officially together, but most people know better than to cross certain lines. nobody flirts with her in front of you, and nobody tries to set either of you up with someone else. whatever exists between the two of you has never been defined out loud, yet it sits there in plain sight for everyone to see.

you like to think you’re subtle about it. you tell yourself that nobody pays enough attention to notice. the truth is that everyone notices. they see the way her hand finds the small of your back whenever you’re moving through a crowded room. they see how the empty seat beside you at parties stays empty because people already know who it’s for.

you’ve never had a conversation about labels, never sat down and decided what the two of you are supposed to be, but half of your clothes live in her closet and she keeps a toothbrush in your bathroom without either of you acknowledging it. at some point, the line between yours and hers became difficult to find.

tonight isn’t any different.

daniela is sitting on the floor of her bedroom with her back resting against the side of her bed. your laptop is balanced on your legs as recordings from your latest dance practice play across the screen. every few seconds you pause, rewind, and watch certain sections again, searching for mistakes that nobody else would probably notice. beside you, daniela hums quietly along to the song playing through the speakers. the sound drifts through the room without effort, familiar enough that you barely realize you’re listening to it until she stops.

“you’re being too quiet,” daniela murmurs.

she tips her head back until she’s looking up at you from where she’s sitting. exhaustion hangs around her after a full day of practice. it’s there in the slight droop of her shoulders and the tiredness beneath her eyes. even so, her attention settles entirely on you, steady and impossible to ignore.

“just focusing,” you say.

a small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth. she reaches up without hesitation and presses the top of your laptop down until the screen is almost closed. the video disappears from view.

“focus on me instead.”

you look at her. she's not even looking back at you. her gaze has dropped, tracking down to your lips like she's hungry.

before you can answer, she smashes her mouth into yours.

the kiss is all heat and want, her hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you deeper. her lips part against yours, tongue sweeping in without hesitation, and you melt into her. the taste of her fills your mouth. her fingers curl into the hair at your nape, tugging just enough to make you gasp.

she pulls back, breathing hard, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. then she's on her feet, hands hooking under your arms, lifting you with a strength that still surprises you every time. she throws you onto the bed.

you bounce once, giggling, the sound breaking free before you can stop it. she's already crawling up the mattress after you, her knees bracketing your hips, her hair falling forward to frame her face as she looks down at you.

"pretty," she says, and dips down to capture your mouth again.

the second kiss is slower. she takes her time, her tongue sweeping against yours in long, languid strokes, her teeth catching your lower lip and tugging until it stings. the ache blooms warm through your chest. her hands slide down your sides, palms pressing through the fabric of your shirt. she finds the hem and pushes it up, exposing the skin of your stomach inch by inch.

she breaks the kiss, pulls the shirt over your head in one smooth motion, and tosses it somewhere behind her.

she reaches behind you, her fingers finding the clasp of your bra with the kind of practice that says she's done this before. it comes undone with a soft click. she slides the straps down your shoulders, lets the fabric fall away, and her mouth drops to your collarbone immediately open mouthed, wet, pressing kiss after kiss down the slope of your chest until she reaches your nipple.

her tongue circles it once. twice. then her mouth closes around it, and the wet heat of her pulls a sharp inhale through your teeth. she sucks, slow and deliberate, her tongue pressing flat against the sensitive bud, and your back arches off the mattress, pressing you deeper into her mouth.

"dani—"

she releases the nipple with a wet pop, her breath hot and uneven against your skin. "yes, baby?"

she takes the other nipple into her mouth before you can answer, and this time she's not gentle. she sucks harder, her teeth grazing, her tongue flicking in sharp, rapid strokes. the sensation spirals through your chest and down, settling hot and heavy in your stomach. your hands find her hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, gripping tight.

"need you," you say, and your voice comes out smaller than you meant. a pout you didn't plan.

she smirks against your skin, the curve of her mouth pressing into your chest. she looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes dark and amused. "need me where?"

you roll your eyes, and she laughs, a low, genuine chuckle that vibrates against your ribs. she kisses her way down your stomach, slow and gentle, her tongue dipping into your navel, tracing lazy circles across the sensitive skin. each kiss leaves a cooling trail. your muscles jump beneath her mouth.

she reaches the waistband of your shorts and hooks her fingers into the fabric, shorts and panties together, denim and cotton, and pulls them down your legs in one smooth drag. the denim catches on your hips, then slides free. she tugs them past your knees, your ankles, and tosses them somewhere behind her. they land with a soft rustle you can't place.

the cool air of the room hits your bare skin, and you shiver. she settles between your thighs, and the sight of her there, dark hair spread across your stomach, her breath warm against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, her shoulders broad against the dim light, makes your whole body clench with want.

she groans, low and appreciative, the sound rumbling through her chest. her hands find your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, spreading you wide. her gaze drops, and she takes her time looking at you, wet and open and waiting.

"look at you."

she leans in. her tongue, flat and firm, drags from your hole all the way up to your clit in one long, deliberate stripe. the sensation cuts through you like a live wire, sharp and electric, and you gasp, your hips bucking off the mattress. she groans against you, the vibration sending a shock straight through your core, and she does it again. slower. she lets the tip of her tongue circle your clit before she pulls away, and the absence of contact makes you ache.

her mouth closes around your clit, and she starts sucking. she pulls hard, her tongue pressing and circling in sharp, focused movements. your hands fly to her hair, gripping the roots, pulling.

"yes—fuck, dani—"

she hums in approval, the sound buzzing against you, and your thighs tense around her head. she anchors one arm across your hips, holding you down as you squirm, and her tongue works you relentlessly, broad, flat strokes that cover your whole cunt, then sharp, tight flicks that zero in on your clit, then back to her mouth closing around you, sucking, pulling, until your vision starts to blur.

she dips her tongue inside you, and you cry out, a sharp, broken sound. she's everywhere. her mouth, her breath, the wet sounds of her working you open. her tongue pushes into you, curling, tasting, and the stretch of it makes your fingers twist in her hair.

when her finger enters you, you feel the fullness immediately. the press of it sliding inside, slick and deliberate. she curls it on the first thrust, finding that spot against your front wall that makes your whole body jerk, and she doesn't let up. she adds a second finger, stretching you, the rhythm of her hand matching the rhythm of her mouth.

"that's it," she mutters against you, the words muffled and hot. "cum for me. let me feel it."

your fingers are knotted so tight in her hair you're probably hurting her, but she groans like she loves it, like the pain feeds something in her. she fucks you with her fingers, curling, pressing, while her mouth stays locked on your clit, sucking, licking, doing everything at once until the pressure in your stomach winds tighter and tighter and tighter—

it breaks over you like a wave you didn't see coming. your orgasm tears through you, sharp and sudden, and you cry out, one long, broken moan as your back arches off the mattress, your vision going white at the edges. your thighs clamp around her head, and she doesn't stop. she works you through it, her fingers slowing, her tongue lapping gently through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until you're shaking and oversensitive and pushing weakly at her head.

she pulls back, but not far. her tongue drags through your wetness, cleaning, tasting, the soft, satisfied sounds she makes vibrating against your skin. the sensation is too much and not enough. your legs are still trembling. your stomach is still clenching. you push at her face again, and she laughs against your thigh, warm, breathless, the sound puffing against your slick skin.

she gives your clit one last kiss. the press of her lips there, tender and unhurried, makes you flinch.

you whine. "dani."

she smiles, you can feel it against your skin. she crawls up your body, kissing a trail as she goes, your stomach, the valley between your chest, along your collarbone, the column of your throat, the hinge of your jaw. each kiss is softer than the last, a brush of her lips that says more than words could.

she kisses you. a peck. then another. then she settles beside you, one arm sliding under your head, the other wrapping around your waist, pulling your back against her chest. her nose nuzzles into your hair, her breath warm against the crown of your head.

───── ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ─────

the familiar sound of daniela’s alarm cuts through the room.

you don’t even react at first. after months of the exact same routine, you’ve stopped being surprised by it. beside you, daniela groans and reaches blindly across the nightstand until her hand finds her phone. the alarm finally stops. for a few seconds, neither of you say anything. until you sigh.

“i know, i’m sorry.” her voice is rough with sleep.

before you can answer, she leans over and presses a quick kiss against your cheek.

you roll your eyes immediately. “sorry won’t change anything,” you mumble.

you throw the blanket off yourself harder than necessary and swing your legs over the side of the bed. daniela lets out another groan from behind you as you walk toward the door. you don’t bother looking back. the moment the door closes, you hear her flop back onto the mattress.

you already know exactly what’s happening on the other side.

she’s staring at the ceiling for a minute, maybe two. then she’ll close her eyes and fall asleep again.

just like she does every morning.

five in the morning. almost every day. the alarm goes off, you sneak out of her room before anyone else notices, daniela apologizes, and then she goes right back to sleep. at this point you could probably go through the entire routine with your eyes closed. you’re tired of it. tired of waking up before you need to. tired of having your sleep interrupted. tired of hearing the same apology over and over again when nothing ever changes.

───── ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ─────

back in your own room, you try to get comfortable again. you pull the blanket over yourself and stare at the ceiling. after a few minutes, you turn onto your side. then your other side. then onto your back again.

sleep never comes.

with an annoyed sigh, you grab your phone from the nightstand and check the time. there isn’t much point trying anymore. eventually, you sit up and run a hand through your hair before forcing yourself out of bed. if you’re already awake, you might as well start your day.

the house is quiet while you get ready.

by the time you’re finished, the sun still hasn’t fully come up. you head downstairs and make your way into the kitchen, moving automatically through a routine you’ve done hundreds of times before. the smell of coffee fills the room as it brews. you grab your favorite mug and begin pouring.

a hand suddenly taps your shoulder.

you let out a sharp shriek and nearly jump out of your skin.

coffee splashes across the counter. the loud laughter behind you makes everything worse. you spin around to find manon practically bent over from laughing so hard.

“not fucking funny, bro.” you grab a paper towel and start wiping up the spill.

manon is still grinning. “are you okay?”

“yes, i’m okay. you just scared me.” you focus on cleaning the counter, hoping that’ll end the conversation.

it doesn’t.

“no, i mean are you okay?” you pause. when you look up, manon is watching you carefully. “you got scared because you were completely spaced out. i called your name like three times and you didn’t answer.” you stare at her for a second. “oh.”

“yeah.” she’s still smiling, but it’s different now. the kind of smile that says she thinks she’s figured something out. “i’m fine. don’t worry about it.”

before she can ask anything else, you throw the paper towel away and leave the kitchen.

you settle onto one of the couches in the living room with your coffee balanced between your hands. the house slowly comes to life around you. one by one, the girls start making their way downstairs.

you mostly keep to yourself. every so often someone drags you into a conversation, but your attention never stays there for long. your eyes keep drifting toward the hallway without you meaning to.

daniela is the last one downstairs. the second she walks into the room, you notice. your eyes meet immediately. for a brief moment, neither of you look away. then you break eye contact first. you lift your coffee mug and pretend to be more interested in the drink than the person standing across the room. you can still feel her looking at you.

“okay, everyone listen up!” sophia’s voice cuts through the conversations happening around the living room. “missy just texted me and said that she expects us all to be ready by eleven for the group live.”

the way she says it makes it sound less like a request and more like a direct order. “ma’am, yes ma’am!” megan practically shouts it from across the room. the entire room bursts into laughter. “shut up,” sophia says, trying not to laugh herself.

eventually the group starts breaking apart. conversations split off in different directions as everyone heads back to their rooms to get ready.

the house feels completely different once staff starts arriving. people move through the rooms carrying equipment, adjusting lights, checking cameras, and making sure everything is ready. conversations overlap with instructions from production staff. it feels busy in a way you’re used to by now.

all the girls gather in the designated room a few minutes before the live starts.

you deliberately choose a seat next to manon. you don’t think about it too hard while you’re doing it. you just sit down before you can second guess yourself. across the room, daniela takes a different seat.

nobody says anything.

the live starts a few minutes later.

at first, it’s easy. the conversation flows naturally between everyone. you talk about the upcoming song, answer questions, tell stories from rehearsals, and laugh whenever someone says something ridiculous. comments fly by faster than anyone can properly read. it’s fun.

for a while, you almost forget about the weird mood you’ve been carrying around all morning.

then someone passes you the ipad. “your turn.”

you take it without thinking. the comments move quickly across the screen. some make you smile. others make you laugh out loud.

“someone wants to know which dance was the hardest to learn.”

that sparks another conversation.

while everyone talks, you continue reading. then your smile slowly fades.

your eyes catch the same name.

again.

and again.

and again.

your brows pull together slightly.

jonah david.

at first, you don’t think much of it. fans mention random people all the time.

then you keep reading.

katssmi: y/n nd dani not sitting tgt 🥀 it’s wraps

vivilvr: does this mean dani is acc w jonah?

katskisses: they do look cute tgt imo

you scroll further. more comments. more mentions. more people talking like they’ve figured something out. something uncomfortable settles in your chest.

you stare at the screen for a second too long. the comments continue moving. you don’t read the next ones. instead, you shove the ipad directly into manon’s hands.

“your turn.” manon blinks. “what?”

“read the comments.” she looks confused but takes the ipad anyway.

the conversation around you keeps moving like nothing happened. everyone continues laughing and answering questions. nobody seems to notice the sudden change in your mood.

except when you glance up for a second, you find daniela already looking at you. you immediately look away.

this time, you don’t know if she noticed what was on the screen. and honestly, you’re not sure which answer would bother you more.

───── ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ─────

you’re sitting in your bedroom when a sudden knock sounds at the door, breaking the quiet. before you can even think about it, you call out a quick "come in."

the door swings open and daniela walks through. the moment she steps inside, your eyes automatically trail down her body, and you can't help but let out a quiet, frustrated groan to yourself. she’s wearing a simple tank top, but it’s sitting just high enough to expose a glimpse of her stomach. it drives you crazy how she effortlessly looks that good all the time without even trying.

“are you mad at me or something?”

her voice completely snaps you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” you blink, caught off guard.

she runs her tongue over her lips, turning around to shut the bedroom door behind her to give you both some privacy. “are you mad at me or something?” she asks again, not dropping the question as she crosses the room. she makes her way straight over to your bed and sits down right next to you.

you already know exactly where this conversation is going to lead, so you don’t even bother trying to argue or make up an excuse. you just shift your posture, turning your body so you're facing her fully, and give a small shake of your head. “no..why?”

she holds your gaze, staring deeply into your eyes for a long, quiet beat before she finally speaks. “felt like you were avoiding me today,” she says softly. as she speaks, she reaches out, her hand landing on your thigh and starting to trace slow, heavy strokes up and down.

“i wasn’t,” you lie quietly.

her eyes don't stay still, they jump all over your face, mapping out your expression, before dropping down at your lips and then flicking right back up to meet your gaze. “c’mere,” she murmurs, using her free hand to pat her own lap.

before you can even move, her arms are already sliding around your waist, gently but firmly tugging you toward her. no matter how hard you try, you can never find the strength to resist her. you let her pull you in until you're completely straddling her lap, your knees framing her hips.

the second dani’s lips press against the warm skin of your neck, a soft, helpless sigh escapes your mouth. it’s a temporary escape from reality, and deep down, you both know exactly what it is. but in this room, neither of you actually care.

dani’s touch grows more desperate, one of her hands slides right under the hem of your shirt, palm pressing warm against the skin of your back, while her other hand firmly squeezes your waist to hold you close.

“let me kiss you,” daniela whispers against your skin. her hands travel higher, eventually resting right against the back of your bra. she can feel the slight friction as her fingers mindlessly caress the clasp. “i’ll be gentle…”

the logical part of your brain is screaming at you to stop this right now, to pull away, to fight the intoxicating pull of dani’s lips, and to reject the quiet promises she only whispers in the dark when no one else is watching. but the agonizing ache in your heart and the overwhelming need for her connection, for some kind of reassurance that you matter to her, completely drowns out the cautious voices in your head.

so, you give in. you nod your head.

dani’s hands immediately leave your back to cradle your face with an unbelievable amount of gentleness, treating you like you're the most fragile, delicate thing she's ever held. and then she kisses you. the softness doesn't last long, though, the pace shifts quickly, the warmth turning aggressive and heavy as the unspoken tension between you overflows.

suddenly, the weight of everything you saw earlier catches up to you. you force yourself to pull back from the kiss, your breathing shallow as you look straight into daniela’s hazel eyes.

“do u think im pretty?” the question slips out.

the moment the words leave your mouth, you can feel a sharp wave of jealousy rip violently through your entire body. you absolutely hate how it makes you feel, hate how the insecurity bubbles up so heavily in your chest until it shoves its way out of your throat before you can stop it. but looking at her, you just can't help yourself.

dani doesn't hesitate, her gaze softening completely as she looks up at you. “you’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

you lean down to capture her lips again, tasting the quiet desperation in your own mouth. the kiss is deep, grounding, and for a split second, it almost burns away the image of the comments you saw. almost.

but as her hands slide down to grip your hips, holding you flush against her, the painful reality settles heavy in your chest. you know exactly what’s waiting on your phone screen. you know what the internet is saying, and you know the title she’s giving to someone else out in the light.

she breaks the kiss for a second, resting her forehead against yours, her breath hitting your lips in soft puffs. she looks at you with so much affection it makes your chest ache. you could ask her right now. you could bring up the rumors, the posts, the truth. but looking at her eyes, you realize you don’t want to hear her confirm it. you don’t want to force a choice that might end with you getting left in the dark completely.

so, you push the jealousy down. you shove it deep into your chest where she can’t see it, burying the ache under the familiar warmth of her touch.

"i missed you," daniela murmurs, her thumb softly smoothing over your cheek.

"missed you too," you whisper back, pulling her back in for another kiss.

you'll ignore the words on the screen. you'll ignore the fact that this isn't exactly what you want, or what you deserve. as long as she keeps coming back to your room, looking at you like this behind closed doors, you'll choose the silence. you'll keep playing this part, because a piece of her in secret is still better than losing her completely.

[ones-g]

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʟᴜsʜ.ᐟ 𝒟 . 𝒜

Paring: Daniela Avanzini x Female Reader (use of y/n)

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ ⭑For you, surviving at Yale University is a matter of pure endurance. Between studying under the constant pressure of not losing your precious scholarship and pulling grueling shifts as a waitress at the campus bar, you don't have time for the glamorous, elitist world of high-profile students. And definitely not for Daniela Avanzini, the gorgeous, arrogant, and highly-coveted captain of the Yale Bulldogs volleyball team, whose heavy Olympic family legacy precedes her.

​However, your worlds collide when she flunks a major midterm and the athletic department hits her with an ultimatum: either she gets her grades up with a tutor, or she gets benched from the team. Proud and desperate, Daniela seeks you out —the brightest student in her class— to save her captaincy. Even though sparks of awkwardness and wounded pride fly at first because of her high defenses, a romantic entanglement with Karlee, the basketball star you secretly drool over, completely changes the rules of the game.

​Daniela proposes a deal you just can't turn down: fake dating in front of the whole campus to get Karlee's attention, in exchange for you being her private tutor and her paying big bucks for your time. But the game spins out of control when a fierce locker room rivalry and a degrading bet force Daniela to demand that your eyes, your heart, and your whole being belong only to her in front of the rest of the university —even if it’s just for a limited time—.

​Between NCAA games, fake Instagram soft launches, and stolen kisses at frat parties that feel way too real, keeping up the lie is about to become the hardest task of your college year.

ᵗᵃᵍˢ ⭑Loose Adaptation of "The Deal" by Elle Kennedy ⭑ Katseye AU ⭑ Slow Burn ⭑ Banter & Sarcasm ⭑ Sports Drama ⭑ Enemies to Lovers (Kind of) ⭑ Fake Dating / Fake Relationship ⭑Reader-Insert / Second Person POV ⭑ Possessive Daniela Avanzini ⭑ Angst with a Happy Ending.

WRITTEN MINI SERIES

episodes

A TEN?

Sexy to Someone.

Good luck, Dani.

Rebel Girl.

You Need Me Now?

Something better.

The plan is underway.

Miss Popular.

"Can't take my eyes off you..."

Change of plans (Karlee, go to hell)

But it's gonna hurt 'cause we did it first

Doma.

I've Got You Now

Library... shh!

Hands Where I Can See Them

Yale Wins Again

Tadah!

Cherry Pie.

taglist: open.

[avanzinibananini]

LOVE THIS

[m4nonz]

i just know dani loves sweet soft sex i just can’t prove it 💔. that’s the post.

[jupitersfall]

Hello! Could you do protective Nikki headcannons? I think she would be a pretty protective girlfriend.

protective nikki freeman headcanons !

nikki has always been protective over you, even when you were just friends. some random person came up to you in a bar? she'd be right by your side, ready to shoo them away if she got even a hint that you weren't interested in them.

but dating her only amplified that.

if you were in the same room with her and she wasn't touching you already, chances are that she'd be touching you within the next few minutes. whether it was her hand in yours, or her am looped with yours, or your arms around her or vice versa, she didn't care. it could've been as simple as linking pinkies and she'd be happy.

nikki giving you her jacket when you're cold. sometimes giving it to you even when you're not cold, just because she likes seeing you in her clothes.

she often pays for dates. drinks, and food, and activities. it's not like you haven't tried to pay, she just really enjoys treating you to things.

nikki likes to cuddle when you're sleeping. either with your head on her chest, or her head on yours. face to face, so she can see you. she likes spooning too, though she usually prefers to be the big spoon because she likes having you in her arms.

nikki will absolutely tell the waiter that your food got messed up. she's never mean about it, but you still hate it sometimes beacuse you don't usually want to make a scene. and sure, nikki understands that people make mistakes. but also, they can fix those mistakes by getting your order right. or, if you have allergies, nikki reminding the waiter twice, three times, four—“okay, nik, i think they understand."

nikki who religiously follow the sidewalk rule. her hand in yours, with you walking on the inside of the sidewalk even if there's barely any traffic, because "babe, what if a car hits you?"

"okay, but what if a car hits you?"

nikki can't fall asleep before you. she's tried, for sure, but no matter how exhausted she is, she usually ends up mumbling groggily about things with you next to her, until she sees you've fallen asleep.

nikki teasing you sometimes, messing with you to see you laugh. but if ian, or sarah, or bear or anyone else tries to do it she genuinely gets annoyed at them.

if you're sick, or hurt, or feeling bad? best believe she'll be with you (or trying to be with you) so that she can help you feel better. whether it's with food, or medicine, or just laying down and resting in bed.

"you're gonna get sick."

"totally worth it."

she just cares about you a lot 🙂‍↕️

[st6rship]

Nikki Freeman x F!Reader

chapter warning: dark fic, yandere themes, swearing, R is no better than a man *in a negative way*, R having a victim syndrome (kinda), suggestive themes, Nikki watching you sleep, clothes going missing, wish Nikki acting almost animalistic?, kissing, Nikki grabbing your breasts, R slowly going crazy, blood, description of a dead body.

a/n: I’m so happy that a lot of you liked the first chapter! Thank you to everyone that re blogged and commented! Last chapter I forgot to say that the more we get into the story, the more darker it will get.

Also! There will be a part where I would recommend to listen to the song (daisy bell original 1894 phonograph recording) to get even more immersive into the story.

¡not proofread!

CUPIDWONTMISS

chapter 2: “run rabbit run”

summary: All you ever wished for was for bear to look at you, not as a friend but as a partner. So when you get the opportunity to wish that Nikki stoped being so obsessed with bear you take it.

What’s the saying: be careful what you wish for?

-

This past few days have been exhausting.

Not only from work but mainly from Nikki.

She’s been migrating into your home. Leaving hair products, a jacket and her shoes.

She even had the nerve to even leave sanitary products in your bathroom cabinet.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, eyebags droopy and dark, your skin dull and dry from neglecting yourself of drinking water.

Looking over your work outfit, checking if anything is missing.

You move your head back up at your reflection but you caught a dark silhouette in your peripheral view for a split second.

“Nikki, you awake?” You called and in just a second she answers

“Yes I’m here! Morning, how do you feel? I cooked something for you.” She smiled at you with a small lunch box in her hands.

For the past few days you’ve tried everything to get rid of her and out of the house.

You tried being more messy, throwing dirty clothes onto the floor to make her disgusted. Even going as far as putting your underwear in your bed. You tried everything…you really did.

But nothing made her leave, not event dirty clothes or unclean floors.

She even cleaned it for you.

Coming back from work you would find her on her knees scrubbing the floors hard and rough.

Your dirty clothes also have been missing, you’ve looked everywhere. Behind your bed, in your closet, even behind the couch. Nothing.

The idea of Nikki taking your clothes crossed your mind but you quickly shook it off. There so way she would do that right?….

“Thank you, Nikki. Are you going to work today?” You took the box from her hands, inspecting the sandwich in it.

“Oh..yes I’ll be going with you. Let me get dressed real quick!”

Nikki looked at you and started walking backwards into your room, closing the door with a loud bang.

You let out a shaky sigh.

-

Arriving at the store with Nikki, you quickly grabbed your purse and got out of the car.

You didn’t even wait for her.

Almost at the door you realize that Nikki wasn’t behind you as usual.

Looking behind you, she’s still sitting in the car.

Her eyes focused on you.

She had a frown, deep and noticeable. Her lips pointing down very exaggerated, almost cartoonish.

Intimidated by her staring, you slowly walked towards her door.

you opened the car door, she’s still staring at you.

“You okay?…” your voice shaking with how nervous you were. Your hand started to play wth your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?.” Her words cutting through you like glass.

“What? Sorry I didn’t know that you wanted to walk together.” A chuckle left your mouth.

You notice her eyes watering.

“Nonono, it’s okay. Let’s walk together! Come on.”

You grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the car.

Her corporal language chance immediately.

She grabbed your hand, crossing her fingers with yours.

Her smiles showed all of her pearly white teeth.

“Yes! Let’s walk together.” She said nodding her head at you.

Walking towards the entrance, she didn’t stop staring at you, not even when walking.

Opening the door you are met with eyes staring at you.

Ian, Sarah, and even bear.

Especially bear.

You avoid their gaze.

You know it’s weird for them, it’s weird for you too.

Before Nikki started acting this way with you, you both weren’t typically “friends”. The correct word for it is “coworkers”.

Your friend Sarah knew that more than anyone.

You didn’t actually hate Nikki, you just couldn’t stand her. Something about her “too” nice personally clashes with yours.

She was an opened book everyone liked to read, you were a closed one that had been unread for many years.

She liked to spend time with friends, you preferred staying at home in peace.

You two were the opposite, your personality didn’t match.

But here you both were holding hands.

You don’t smile but Nikki does. She couldn’t be more prouder.

You stopped holding her hand and went to your locker.

Putting your name tag and checking for any imperfections in your clothes.

“What the fuck was that?” Sarah enters the room making you jump.

“Sarah! Fuck, don’t you know how to knock?”

You roll your eyes at her and kept fixing your uniform.

“So, when were you going to tell me about you and Nikki?” She squinted her eyes at you with her pointing finger directed at you.

“Tell you what about me and Nikki?” You look at her confused.

“Um hello?? You guys were holding hands. You know I didn’t take you for that kind of person.” She chuckled looking down.

“That was nothing! She’s just not feeling well and decided that she wanted to walk in with me. Also, what the fuck do you mean by that” you started to get agitated, trying to defend yourself of whatever she was assuming of you.

“Woah, well that’s a new one. Who could have thought. You out of everyone in here defending her!” Sarah lift up her eyebrows in a surprised manner.

“Whatever, Sarah. I’m done speaking of this”

You passed her, ignored her calls for you.

You weren’t going to let anyone ruin your day.

Not even if it’s a friend.

You weren’t doing anything wrong, you were just helping a friend after a really bad brake up! It’s not your fault that she felt comfortable with you and not with them.

People change! That’s what life is about.

But the again,

Were you doing something wrong?…

Maybe you did like that Nikki was in your house, so what?

She cleaned your house, your clothes, and she even cooked for you.

You didn’t even ask for it, but there she was.

Maybe you did like the attention she gave you.

And who could blame you?

Who wouldn’t like someone like that?

So you just keep your mouth shut.

Pushing the curtain out of your way, you locked eyes with Bear.

He looked at you almost mad? Jealous? You couldn’t describe that look he gave you.

Was it crazy that you didn’t even think about him this week? Not even once. You almost forgot about him.

You avoid his piercing gaze, and got behind the counter.

While attending customers you still couldn’t shake the feeling of bears stare.

It’s was creeping you out.

Was he mad at you? Why?

Because you were helping Nikki?

Just ignore it.

What you can’t see, can’t harm you right?

-

“I think I’ll take a nap.” You turned to Nikki to look at her

“Okay! I’ll be here at the living room while you sleep.” She kept nodding in a reassuring tone.

You also nodded in agreement.

You needed that nap. Your body was begging for it.

Letting your head fall on the soft cold pillow knocked you out.

Just 30 minutes, that’s all you needed.

3:30 am is when you finally woke up.

3:30, the hour that all evil wakes up or that’s what people think.

“Fuck…” you rub your eyes, removing the crust around your eyes.

Then you abruptly stop.

You heard breathing. Almost like someone was crying?

You sat on the bed.

Your eyes moving around the room. You’re scared, was someone in your room?

“Nikki are you awake!” You screamed for her.

Your eyes looking at the opened door leading to the hallway.

The radio is on, she had to be there.

the song “on a bicycle built for two” began to sound in the radio. It sounded old, broken. It freaked you out even more.

“Go back to sleep…”

A small whisper came from the dark corner of your room.

Your breathing started to take pace.

“Nikki? What are you doing i-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence.

Nikki’s figure began to walk fast at the corner of your bed.

You pushed your whole body at the bed’s headboard.

“Nikki stop!” You screamed at her with wide eyes

“No No, I’m sorry, baby. Everything is okay.” She began to climb into the bed

“I didn’t mean to scared you, baby. Go back to sleep.” You looked at her, she wore your bathrobe with nothing underneath.

Her hands resting at your breast’s. Her nose nuzzling in your hair.

She gets comfortable beside you. Falling asleep a in an instant.

You wait a second to confirm she’s really asleep.

Your feet’s trying to slide onto the floor.

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism…did you know that?” Nikki whispered in your ear.

Your body tensed up. Eyes looking at her face. Serious until she smiled at you. Lovingly.

“I’ll show you, that I love you too..” her nose close to yours.

Her breath hitting yours.

Eyes dilated both yours and hers.

Her lips getting closer to yours. You don’t pull away, neither did you want to.

Her lips collapsing with yours. Her lips were dry and in need of water. You didn’t care, you just kissed her like you were starving.

“I’ll make you happy, baby.” Another whisper you didn’t catch, you didn’t care what she said. You only cared for her lips.

She grabbed your waist, nails digging into your skin. You can feel a warm liquid falling into the side of your thigh.

Both of her hands pulled you into her laps, your thighs surrounding hers. One hand of hers was in your waist while the other on your thigh.

Grabbing anything she could get her hands on.

Almost like a wolf with a rabbit.

She deepened the kiss. Until your phone rang.

You stopped kissing her, cursing at your phone.

You got off of her lap.

Your phone stopped ringing but a text appears.

Bear.

—Hey, you awake? We have to talk. I’m outside your house.

“What’s wrong?” Nikki asked looking at you with a simple smile.

“Um…I have to take a walk. Yeah, I need to catch my bre-“ she cut you yet again.

“Okay.” She fell asleep again. Her back turned to you.

-

“Bear…hey.” You sat at the passenger seat

He looked at you and slightly smile. Just enough for you to notice.

“Hey, I know this is weird. I just um…I wanted to talk to you.” He let a chuckle out.

“Is Nikki okay?….i mean, is she acting weird with you?…”

Should you say the truth?….yeah, maybe you should.

“Yes, she’s acting a little weird…..why?”

“You need to be careful.” Bears tone change. Hes more serious, more cautious.

Your face changed in a worry

“What do you mean, bear.” You looked at him.

“She’s fucking crazy. After messing with that stupid wish-“ he began to babble in agitation

“Wish? What wish” it sounded familiar.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It was called “one willow wish”?…”

Your smile faded. He’s face change too.

Starring right at you.

“Please tell me that you didn’t….” He began to shake his head.

Before making up an excuse, the window of bears side broke.

You jumped, closing your eyes. A piercing scream leaving your lungs.

It was Nikki, her hair on her face. She grabbed bears hair and with a glass bottle she began to hit his face against it.

Her rapid motion made Bears face break. He had a hole in the middle of his forehead.

Blood spilling everywhere, his clothes, the wheel, the windshield, and you.

You had blood on your hands and face.

You even caught a glimpse of a chunk of his skill.

The pice landed in your feet, touching you.

You’re still crying even after Nikki stopped stabbing bears face.

Your door opened.

You felts Nikki’s hands on you. On your face and chest. As if she’s trying to comfort you.

“Everything is okey, honey.”

“This is all your fault.”

“Let’s go home.”

She dragged your body into the house.

You couldn’t even believe what you saw.

You’re traumatized. The boy you’ve known since high school is dead. Just like that.

“Stay away from me” is all you could get of your chest, you don’t believe she even understood you.

You’re a crying mess, screaming like a child in distress.

You pushed her by her shoulders.

Why is this happening to you?

What did you do to earn this.

“Why don’t you love me!” She pushed you back.

Your body fell on the couch, staining it with bears blood.

“I just want you to love me…” she on top of you. Her face in front of yours.

She grabbed your face harshly.

“I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole.” Her face cradling into your neck.

You couldn’t take it. Your body felt numb.

Eyelids felt heavy. Sleep won.

Almost like an escape of reality.

NOT WRITTEN BY AI

a/n: I tried to make this chapter a lot more longer than the last one so enjoy! Also, I hope you guys enjoyed the little music touches that I added.

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[angela-giarratanas-biggest-fan]

I just want someone to write a story where she’s happy 😭

[st6rship]

Nikki Freeman x F!Reader

warnings: yandere themes, dark fic, female rivalry at the start, one sided hatred(sort of), jealousy/envy, wish Nikki is bat shit crazy about R, suggestive content that leads to mature themes, Nikki acting sort of like an AI bot, R is no better than a man *in a negative way*

(more to add as the story fowards.)

CUPIDWONTMISS

masterlist

summary: All you ever wished for was for bear to look at you, not as a friend but as a partner. So when you get the opportunity to wish that Nikki stoped being so obsessed with bear you take it.

What’s the saying: be careful what you wish for?

chapter 1: wrath

WORK IN PROGRESS!

(Comment if you want to be mentioned on the chapters)

[chrissv4mp]

⌗ STRIP FORTNITE

warnings. smut, oral, munch!dani, slight degradation, praise kink, bratty!reader, overstimulation, 7thmember!au, mami kink, vulgar language, fluff near the end.

synopsis. your girlfriend, daniela, is always playing fortnite. one night, you teasingly suggest adding a twist to her normal gameplay.

words. 4.6k

letters. okay, first and foremost, this isn't my original idea!!! i was scrolling on my dashboard a week or so ago and came across a sturniolo fic (dk if it was matt or chris?) that had this prompt/idea, and grabbed inspiration from that !! i don't know the original writer off the top of my head—as i saw the fic a little while ago—so please inform me if you know <3

you'd always been aware of daniela's love for fortnite—and a little resentful of it.

it wasn't that you hated the video game in general. no, your minimal feelings of hatred toward the game are rooted in daniela not spending as much time with you at night. which, if you were being honest, would sound like a silly reason to hate the game if you were to say it out loud.

but you hardly ever saw her crawl into bed beside you every night—sleep always pulling you under in less than thirty minutes into watching her play at her desk, the low light of her monitor almost comforting now that you'd fallen asleep with it so many nights in a row.

albeit, it didn't make much sense. daniela always whined about how tired she was on the ride back from rehearsal, muttering under her breath about how she'd immediately crash the second she stepped into your shared dorm.

and as much as you wished that were true, it never happened.

you're not mad at her. rather, you're a little annoyed. annoyed because she never really made the effort to ask if you were alright, or if you wanted to play with her—not that you ever really wanted to because you were so exhausted, but the effort still would've counted!

it all just gets a little boring at times.

like now. you're lying under the covers, narrowed eyes flitting across the tiny sliver of the monitor that isn't blocked by daniela's curls. her headset is snug on her head, mic pressed close to her lips. she mutters curses every now and then, yells at the screen at unexpected moments and wakes you just as you're about to nod off.

so, after the umpteenth scream that passes by her lips and out into the room, you make the reluctant decision to just sit and watch the girl play.

it's almost midnight when you get bored, eyelids heavy with restlessness and something else. you sigh softly, hoping to catch your girlfriend's attention. when she doesn't even flinch, you push the covers off of your body, crawling toward the edge of the bed and hopping off the mattress.

fuzzy socks drag silently along the hardwood floors of the room as you make your way to daniela's desk, arms wrapping around her shoulders the moment you can reach. your nose nuzzles into the crook of her neck, inhaling tiredly.

the latina takes one hand off of her controller, fingers coming up to push one of her headphone's off of her ear.

“thought you went to sleep,” she murmurs, voice almost a whisper.

you laugh. quiet. “can't.”

she hums, eyes flicking back to the screen, grasping the controller with both hands again. “mmh, why's that?”

“...really?” you mumble, pulling away from her neck to really look at her.

your eyes drag over her side profile, jawline sharp and soft in the most perfect way, lips plump and faintly glossy, soft stray curls falling over her cheeks and framing her face. her eyes are illuminated by the light from her monitor, the hazel color of her irises highlighted.

she glances at you for a split second, cocking a brow in slight confusion.

“you've been screaming the whole night,” you grumble, tapping her shoulder. “m'surprised the others haven't already broken down our door with complaints.”

daniela just smiles. “they're used to it by now.”

you roll your eyes, resting your chin on her clothed shoulder, a t-shirt—that's one-hundred percent from your side of the closet—hanging loosely on her frame. her eyes stay glued to the screen, fingers moving carefully on the controller as she kills a player, celebrating with a quiet hiss.

“you gonna stay clingin’ to my shoulder the rest of the night or what?” she teases, teeth catching her lower lip moments later.

you don't answer, pupils flicking all around her face. the smooth expanse of her neck. clear. unmarked. your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek. conflicted. aroused. nowhere near tired anymore. you don't think she'd end the game if you pressed a few kisses to her neck. she'd be too focused to even notice.

still, you try anyway. lips soft on her skin.

she jolts. subtle. barely there.

“what are you doin’ now?” daniela purrs, trying to bite back a smile. she fails.

you're silent again, watching her like a predator examines it's prey. waiting for the perfect moment to pull her under your spell.

her fingers stutter on the joysticks, pulse pounding louder in her ears now. “...cariño.”

you pull away, and the ticklish sensation leaves almost as quick as it came, relieving daniela for a moment. a moment that's spent far too long in silence to be called normal. innocent. because you have something under your sleeve. an idea.

something that would make the video game exciting for both of you.

“y'know,” you murmur, trailing a finger up the soft skin of her arm lazily. “you could make this more fun.”

she doesn't look back—just lets out a short hum, already breaking. “what, you gonna hop on and run duos with me?” she teases, though her voice shakes. slightly. noticeably.

you snort. “hm, not quite.”

“...spit it out then, babe,” she whispers.

a beat of silence passes by.

then two.

on the third, your lips brush the shell of her ear, breath warm on her flushed skin. she shivers under the sensation, eyes drifting off screen for a second before she sets her focus back on the game.

“strip fortnite,” you breathe.

that gets her attention quickly. she freezes, hands limp around the controller that's now resting in her lap, headset slightly askew. then she glances over her shoulder, lips curling up into a grin. throat bobbing when she swallows a little too hard. “oh?”

her gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, already blown with lust. “and what are the rules?”

“you get a kill, i take something off. but, if you die…” you pause, letting the tension ring out in the air. “you lose something.”

daniela blinks, eyebrows raised, eyes slightly widened—then she gives you the cockiest smirk you've ever seen, her nerves from earlier erased. “you sure you wanna play this with me?” she murmurs, adjusting her headset to rest around her neck. “you're gonna be naked before i even hit top thirty.”

you roll your eyes with a scoff, stepping backward. the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing you to sit. “try me, dani.”

she loads up a new match before even finishing the last one—as much as it hurts her to lose the eight kills she already had—and quickly lands at seaport city, already aggressive and competitive as hell. she's not playing it safe tonight.

not when this is on the line.

less than three minutes into the first game, she catches someone by surprise—gets a headset from behind and nearly jumps up from her chair, head snapping around toward you.

“c'mon,” she exclaimed, voice strained in an effort to contain her excitement.

you grin, hands trailing low. the latina's eyes follow your every move—but when your fingers pinch at the edge of your sock, she sighs in disappointment, the sound loud and exaggerated.

“you didn't specify what you wanted me to take off, angel,” you tease, tossing the small piece of fabric to the side.

she shakes her head, turning back to the monitor. “you wouldn't have listened anyway."

a small giggle sounds from your throat, and daniela just grips her controller tighter, jaw set, eyes locked on the screen, determined.

her second kill doesn't follow as quick as you think. it takes a few minutes into the round of daniela wandering around the map and organizing her layout, scanning the map, and searching for other players. then, the second you take your eyes off the screen, muffled shots reach your ears.

“two down,” she announces, glancing over her shoulder. “hoodie. take it off.”

you smile, stretching slowly. deliberate. letting the hoodie slide up and over your head, revealing just a tank top underneath, nipples creating a visible print in the thin fabric.

the latina lets her eyes roam—just for a second—and then forces herself to face forward once again.

third kill—she snipes someone from inside of a bush, smirk widening. another down. and now she's getting cocky. “shorts now, hermosa.”

but you? you tug down your last sock instead, giggling the whole time.

her brows furrow. “what the hell?”

you pout, feigning innocence. “what? it's a piece of clothing. i don't have to take off my shorts just because you tell me.”

she narrows her eyes. “you literally said—” then, with a defeated sigh, she spins back around. “you're gonna be the death of me.”

there's less than fifty people in the game now, and daniela's kills are much lower than they usually are—but that's just because the stakes are so high right now, and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of her.

her nervousness quickly serves to betray her as she walks straight into an ambush. some kid with a juice wrld skin guns her down with an smg before she can even build.

“fuck me.”

you laugh. “off.”

she just huffs, sets her controller down on the desk. “what do you want?”

biting your lip, you hum. “your shirt.”

you don't miss the flicker of hesitation in her eyes—along with the swirl of lust—before she's moving, tugging the loose fabric over her head, jaw clenched. tosses it to the floor. she's topless now, her bare back pressing against the cool leather of her desk chair, all tensed and flushed and pissed in the hottest way possible.

she's not wearing a bra, which grants you the view of her chest. soft. bare. so empty without your marks to decorate her skin.

“not so cocky now, are you?” you tease.

daniela just shakes her head and spins back to face the desk with a huffed laugh.

the next game loads, and she's even more feral than the last. lands at the same spot. doesn't even wait to get a decent gun before she's off, searching for kills desperately.

she shoots at the first player she sees, kills them, and doesn't even say anything—just nods over at you with a shit-eating grin. you roll your eyes playfully and slowly slip off your tank top, eyes locked on daniela the whole time. your own chest is bare now. exposed to your girlfriend's hungry eyes. she doesn't even hide the way her gaze drags down your body.

the latina lands one more kill in that round, leaving you to take off your last piece of clothing.

your panties.

she watches in the reflection of her second monitor as you slide your thumb beneath the waistband of the lace. real slow. the fabric peels down your thighs, thin strings of your arousal catching the light of daniela's monitor, and then you shimmy them off with a very unnecessary arch of your back, hair cascading over your bare shoulder.

and you hear it.

the small, broken little sound she makes.

her controller drops into her lap.

you smirk. soft. too sweet to be considered innocent—because nothing about any of this is anywhere near that territory anymore.

“you're staring, avanzini,” you whisper.

she doesn't respond at first—just exhales, heavy, shallow, already wrecked. then she swallows. hard.

“game's over.”

you hum, cocking a brow. “really?”

she bites her lip, holding back a growl.

“you're naked,” she comments, voice low. dangerous. “you lost, and i won.”

silence overcomes the room.

then—

“so come get your trophy,” you purr.

and she does.

immediately.

she tosses the controller to the side, jumps out of her chair so fast she nearly trips over her own feet—and suddenly she's pinning you to the mattress, mouth crashing onto yours, hot and desperate and overflowing with need. her hands find your waist, your hips, sliding down to your thighs like she needs to touch everywhere at once to convince herself you're real.

“fuck,” she whispers against your lips, flipping your positions and pulling you into her lap. “you knew what you were doing when you suggested this stupid game.”

you giggle under your breath, arms wrapped around her bare shoulders, hips rolling slowly into her lap just to tease. “well, you're the one who never pays attention to me at night… needed to get it somehow.”

she bites your lip before you can say anything else—not hard, just enough to make you gasp—then kisses down your neck, breath shaky, lips hot. she sucks bruises into your neck like she's claiming you, hands sliding around and grabbing the backs of your thighs as she pulls you impossibly closer. chest to chest. skin on skin. nothing else between you now.

“you could've told me,” she growls, voice rougher as she bites at your collarbone. “but you just wanted to nag me, didn't you? thought it was cute?”

you nod without thinking, clit brushing perfectly against the fabric of her sweatpants, eyes wide and fake-innocent. “mhm.”

she flips you again—fast. your back hits the sheets, and she hovers over you, cheeks flushed and heart on fire. her curls are messy now, falling over her shoulders, lips red, and her eyes are hungry. “yeah?” she breathes, warmth fanning along your lips. “then you'll take your punishment like a good girl, hm?”

and oh—you will.

the latina doesn't even give you time to breathe, doesn't give herself time to overthink. because in a split second, her mouth is everywhere—your neck, your chest, your stomach—hand gripping your hips, nails digging into your skin harsh enough to bruise. she drags her lips down your body like she's trying to memorize every inch, leaving faint prints from her lip gloss. her tongue traces along the inside of your thigh, kissing slowly just to wreck you.

“you look so pretty, mi amor,” she purrs, voice soft, almost sweet now. “all warm n’ so ready for me.”

you whimper brokenly, hips jerking upward the second she blows onto your dripping cunt. a low, eager giggle spills from between her lips, and it only serves to make you even more desperate.

“baby,” you whine, breathless.

she doesn't tease for much longer. she couldn't even if she tried. she's too worked up. you feel her sink between your thighs, one arm hooking beneath your knee, the other still holding your hips in place. the first stroke of her tongue is hot and deep and needy.

you moan—loud. back arching. hands fisting the sheets harshly.

and she just groans in satisfaction, hips grinding mindlessly into the mattress like she needs the friction, like just the mere taste of you already has her falling apart.

her tongue delves between your folds hungrily, the tip of the muscle prodding at your leaking entrance and causing a string of strained moans to escape from the back of your throat. your hands find her hair quickly, tugging at the soft curls as your back arches further off the bed. every moan from you only makes her more feral, until she's got both arms wrapped around your thighs and she's devouring you.

“dani—” you gasp, head thrown back, body trembling uncontrollably.

“mmh?” she hums against you—the vibrations going straight to your pussy—then sucks gently, stimulating your clit teasingly until your legs are clenching around her head.

“you're—oh my god, you're so—”

you don't finish the sentence. you're unable to with the way daniela sucks so eagerly at your puffy bundle of nerves, the feeling both overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time—because she wants to keep you teetering on the edge of euphoria until you physically can't take it anymore.

she teases your clit for a while—until she sees the way your hips start bucking harder and she realizes you want more. you need more. and she lives to please. so, she flattens her tongue right on your cunt and shakes her head back and forth gently, eyes rolling back at the taste of your sweet arousal.

“so sweet,” she murmurs, the words muffled as she continues with her ministrations, tongue sliding deep into your entrance unexpectedly.

your grip on her hair only tightens when her tongue enters you, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cry out.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you whimper, breath shallow and unsteady. “mami—dani, fuck, i'm close—”

she doesn't hear—or, that's what it seems like, because she doesn't stop. doesn't even slow down. and part of you believes that she did hear you, she was just too determined to pull you over the edge of ecstasy.

her eyes flutter open, landing on the blissed out expression on your face—brows furrowed, eyes shut, lips parted. she smiles in satisfaction, pressing kitten-licks to your clit slower than before, the sensation a clear contrast to how roughly she was taking you just a few moments ago.

“danii—!” you whine out, choking on a particularly loud moan, hips rolling in needy motions into her tongue. hazel eyes drag over your shaking figure, filled with lust and admiration and things she couldn't describe even if she tried, mind too fogged up with the taste of you.

your thighs flex around daniela's head, cunt clenching uselessly, practically begging for her to dip her tongue in again. and she does just that, answering your prayers with a slow, languid flick of her tongue, sliding deep between your gummy walls. when her nose bumps against your clit in time with the way she thrusts her tongue, you squeak out a moan that's in a higher pitch than any of the prior noises—one that's definitely heard from the other rooms in the house.

“already gettin’ so loud,” she slurs into the mess of your arousal, staring up at you through her lashes. “you wanted my attention that bad?”

“mhmm—so bad,” you babble, eyelids reluctantly fluttering open to meet her intimidating gaze. your own eyes are glossed over in pleasure, while daniela's are full of desire.

a chuckle sounds from her throat, the vibrations from the muffled noise spilling directly into your twitching pussy. your knuckles bleed white with how tight you grasp the bedsheets, the small of your back aching lightly with how deep you're arching. daniela lets her eyes fall shut again, lapping at the wetness that leaks from your entrance, focusing on your pleasure and your pleasure alone.

you don't notice when one of her hands slip away from your thigh, moving lower and landing right beside your core. with a sly smirk, she slowly runs the tip of her index and middle fingers through your folds, collecting the build-up of your sweetness. a groan erupts from the back of her throat at the slick feeling of your lips, fingers almost flicking away with how slippery your cunt is.

then, with careful precision, she slips the two of her digits deep into your cunt, the action slow and deep, replacing the warm muscle of her tongue. the tips of her fingers reach deep, brushing against spots that she knows make you crazy.

“o-oh, fuck—you're s-so—!” you moan, the words nearly incoherent with how whiny your tone of voice is. daniela coos softly into your pussy, voice inaudible as she sucks on your clit.

your chest rises and falls in an uneven pattern, a thin sheen of sweat forming all along the expanse of your bare body, the room getting warmer with each second that the latina's between your thighs. she curls her fingers, gentle fingertips brushing the soft, spongy spot that has you screaming.

“mami, m'gonna cum—please, p-ple—” you're cut off by your own moans, the sound breathy and needy, only pushing daniela deeper into the mission of making you fall apart. her fingers thrust deeper, harder. her tongue flattens over your clit and presses gentle kisses to the bud every other second.

“s'that right?” she purrs, nails digging deeper into the plush skin of your thigh, holding you open for her. you nod desperately, head pressing deeper into the pillows as you try to hold it, remembering only one thing:

don't cum without permission.

daniela wasn't exactly strict on the rule, it was just something she had said once in the heat of the moment. but still, it stuck with you—and you always wanted to please her, always wanted to be her good girl. tonight, however, you weren't sure if you'd be able to abide by that “rule.” you were too far gone, basking in the intense feeling of her tongue and fingers on your most sensitive parts.

but just as you're about to let go, she says it.

“cum for me,” she grants, and you do. hard.

stars flash behind your eyelids the second you let go, your entire body stilling with the intensity of your orgasm. it hits you like a truck, wrecking your entire body. your lips part wider in a silent cry, legs twitching around daniela's head as you cum, pussy fluttering around her lengthy fingers. her pace doesn't stop, and neither does the harsh sucks on your clit. not even when you come down from the immense pleasure.

the sensation in your core soon becomes overwhelming—and you think, for just a moment, that she's still going because she wants to clean you. but when she doesn't stop, your breaths start coming in short, sharp gasps. your hands come down to weakly push at her head, trying—and failing—to stop her from continuing.

“wait—baby, nonono!” you whine loudly, legs clamping tight around her head. you try to squirm away, but she just pulls you back in, tongue burying deep into your entrance alongside her fingers.

tears prick in your eyes. “too ‘uch, mami,” you cry, voice broken and hoarse with how loud you'd been tonight. she still doesn't listen, just lightly caresses the side of your thigh with her thumb.

“jus’ one more,” she says eventually, pulling her head up slightly from between your legs. and that's when you take the chance to look at her—really look at her. you notice the wetness spreading along her lips, a mixture of her spit and your cum dribbling slowly down her chin. drops of the liquid collect on her chest and parts of her cheeks, illuminated lightly by the monitor that's still on in the corner of the room.

she grins. dazed. “you're so pretty like this. all spread out—such a good girl,” she praises with a particularly harsh thrust of her fingers, the squelching sound obscene as it echoes in your ears and rings out in the room.

you're almost embarrassed now.

almost surprised, even, at how none of the girls—especially manon or sophia—haven't already come knocking at the door. but you know all too well what tomorrow will bring. probably a long lecture from sophia followed up by complaints from the other girls about how they'd gotten no sleep. but it wasn't entirely your fault, it was daniela's for paying more attention to a dumb video game instead of her very real, very loving, very horny girlfriend.

still, you let daniela eat you out like a starved woman—tongue lapping in sloppy licks into your twitching cunt, fingers getting even messier with uncontrolled thrusts. you don't really care, all you do care about right now is being daniela's good girl and cumming when she says so.

“you're close,” she observes through a moan, eyes fixed on the way your walls clench wildly around her digits. “come on, mi vida, let go.”

you're unable to provide her with an answer—a choked moan taking the place of your words instead, your entire body trembling with how much harder your second orgasm hits you. this time, daniela slows her motions, fingers pumping in a little deeper than before, dragging out your orgasm as long as she could. her tongue collects everything she can, moaning gently into your core at the taste.

“lo hiciste muy bien, cariño,” she coos, lips trailing soft kisses up the expanse of your stomach, dragging up your body until she reaches your own lips. she presses a deeper kiss on to your mouth, full of love and care.

a hum is all you can reply with, eyes fluttering shut, arms wrapping sleepily around her body and pulling her closer, bare skin flush against bare skin. you exhale deeply, spent, and daniela just smirks.

“y'know soph is gonna be on our ass tomorrow morning,” you mumble.

she shrugs. “can't be that bad.”

──────

“...avanzini llorente,”

“wha—hey, what i'd do this time?”

your eyelids flutter open slowly, the stern tone of sophia's voice floating through the hallway and spilling into your and daniela's bedroom through the crack left in the door.

a sigh. “you cannot do that again. like—ever.”

you blink, still bleary, push the sheets away from your body and look over at the window, curtains still drawn. even through the blackout fabric, you can tell that the sun's just started to rise, and as you look to your side, nobody's there. the sheets are warm beneath you, but as you reach over, the empty side is cold. faint echoes of voices continue in the halls.

shuffling off the bed, you snag daniela's shirt from the back of her desk chair, pull it over your head, and pad down the hall.

“it wasn't just loud,” sophia scolds, her tone firm and clipped. “it was obnoxiously loud. like i was in a movie theater. i had dialogue.”

daniela groans. “okay, but—”

“no,” sophia cuts her off. firm. final. then she continues, “lara literally texted me ‘are they filming a reboot of X in there.’”

“that i did,” lara says, deadpan.

you round the corner into the kitchen not long after, hair a mess, legs still weak, trying to blink the sleep out of your system.

daniela's standing there in her sweatpants and a tank top, looking like a kid who just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. the moment her eyes land on you, she perks up, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“hey,” she says softly, almost hopefully. “you're awake.”

sophia doesn't even turn around. “don't say hi to her. you need to focus.”

the latina frowns. “hey, wait—what about her? she was the one moaning like a—”

the filipina slams her mug down. “yeah, and remind me again who was the one that created that problem in the first place?”

and then, if it couldn't get any worse, megan comes in from down the hall, hair tousled, hoodie thrown on lazily, expression tired and mad at the same time. “i'm not even fully awake yet and i know far too much about your sex lives,” she grumbles, though there's a ghost of a teasing smirk on her lips.

she brushes past daniela to get a mug from the cabinet. “we have rehearsal today—you do know that, right?”

right on cue, manon follows—wrapped up in a blanket like she was too comfortable to leave bed without it.

“you two are way too freaked out to be living in a house full of people.”

meanwhile, you're still leaning against the wall, trying not to laugh as your eyes dart between the five girls. when you see the look on your girlfriend's face, you almost break.

her jaw is on the floor. offended. “okay, okay—pause. why am i the only one being attacked right now?!”

lara yawns. “because you sounded like you were in one of those wattpad fanfictions.”

megan chimes in, “and you were the one calling y/n ‘mi amor’ every five seconds.”

“you said ‘good girl’ three times. three,” manon adds, punctuating her words with pointing out three fingers.

you choke on a laugh.

and that's when daniela turns to you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, betrayed. “are you seriously laughing right now?” she scoffs.

“i mean… you did say all those things.”

“i hate all of you.”

letters. AYYYYY first katseye fic !!!! do we fw this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

tags. @bilssturns @sacredgene @kianthegirlkisser @sseradiary1ry @smokenblk @dragoneyelashart

[gorgeys]

famous ★ s3 maddy perez x fem!reader

SMUT blurb a/n: back to my roots with this one! love the concept of manager maddy

"trust me, this is going to be big." 

then the she taps the record button.

you're already on your back, completely naked on maddy's sheets.  you're a little shy, all things considered, but you trusted your manager knew what would be best for your career.  you just didn't think it would be her fucking you on camera.

her free hand pushes your thighs apart, the other focusing the phone camera between your legs.

"hmm, already wet for me?"

her fingertips press against your pretty pink thong right over your clit.  you hiss in response.  your head lulls to one side and your cheek presses into the pillow. maddy watches all of it, her fingers feeling your wetness soak through the fabric.

"look at that.  already so needy."

"maddy..." you whisper, refusing to look up at her, which would mean looking into the camera lens.  she smiles at your shyness.

"what? i thought you wanted to be famous?" her fingers press even harder and your thighs shake a little.  "this is how it's done."

finally she pushes the lace aside and swipes her fingers through your slick, ensuring the phone captures all of it.  when she pulls back, a string of your slickness connects her finger to your pussy.  she laughs under her breath and you can't help but feel small beneath her.

"what makes you wetter—being famous or fucked by your manager?"

she doesn't give you any warning before she sinks her fingers inside you.  your back instantly arches off the bed and a surprised moan escapes your lips.

"bit of both, huh?"

"maddy," you repeat, but it comes out as a whine now.  your voice only grows in volume as she curls her fingers. "fuckkk—maddy!"

"right there, yeah?"

she leans over you to get an angle of your face twisted up in pleasure.  as she does, her hard nipples press against the thin fabric of her tank top and you find yourself wondering if this is really just all for the video.

but that thought is short-lived as she removes her fingers with a wet squelch before rapidly pushing them back in.  your thighs attempt to close around her hand but she nudges one of them back out with her elbow.

"no, no, no, let them see.  let them all see how much you're enjoying this."

her fingers find a rhythm that has your hips bucking and consistent whines pushing past your lips.  she hears every variation of "please" and "don't stop" and her name as your fingers claw at the sheets.  she smiles devilishly realizing you don't need any practice.  you're a natural.

"yeah, gonna make you so famous."

[mimi-verse]

maddy is so gay this season i kind of need her to have a santana plotline

[avanzinibananini]

I need Angel euphoria hype to continue even though we might never see our girl ever again.

[stqrfirez]

NEEDY GIRL: angel x fem!reader

𐙚 synopsis: angel comes home pent-up after a long day of work and wants to make you feel good.

𐙚 content: oral, sub!reader, praise, little plot. friends w benefits. dirty talking. smut. nsfw. mdni. not proofread

reblogs greatly appreciated, thank u !!

Angel was pent up. She was pissed, sad, confused, and strangely horny. The only thing she had been thinking about all day was getting back home to her roommate, you.

You weren’t dating, but you weren’t exactly just friends either. Friends with benefits weren’t usually your thing, but damn did Angel really have a way with her words. And her body. And her face.

“Cariño,” Angel hums as she walks through the door, words slurring ever so slightly, indicating her slight tipsiness. It’s nothing serious, though. “I missed you.” She calls as she trudges through the tiny apartment to your room, where you are laid curled up in an oversized band tee watching some random reality show.

You look up, raising an eyebrow at her sudden clinginess. It was unlike her to immediately come and seek out your affection. She was sort of like a cat, she liked attention but only on her terms. “I missed you too..?” You reply, trying to combat the confusion in your tone.

Angel grunts, draping herself over your lap, head on your chest and her arms wound around your neck. “I need you,” she coos, lightly kissing your collarbone that was exposed from the baggy shirt slipping down one shoulder.

Your jaw clenches, desperately trying to fight back a noise as her lips descend. “Angel—” You begin, only to be abruptly shushed as she moves in between your legs.

Her fingers are cold as they move your already damp panties to the side, and you instinctively shift to accommodate her new position, legs spreading.

“Needy girl,” she teases, a smug smirk on her lips as she runs two slender fingers across your clit. Teasing. You gasp, back arching off the bed. You’ve always been exceptionally sensitive.

Your fingers curl into her hair, but you don’t try to pull her closer or guide her in any way. You let her lead. It isn’t often that Angel is dominant, but you don’t mind when she is.

Her tongue flattens across your throbbing clit, lapping leisurely at it. When your hips start bucking a little too much for her liking, she brings her free hand to your hip, gently holding you in place. “I know, baby. Feels so good,” she mumbles against your slick skin.

Your eyes close as your moans grow in volume, eyebrows pinching together and your chest heaving. Angel won’t have it. “Look at me. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” she insists with a lazy smirk, sucking lightly on your clit as she gently pushes two fingers into your cunt, trying to be mindful of her nails.

You flush, but obey nonetheless. “Angel—!” You squeak as your legs begin to shake. She doesn’t slow down, but she doesn’t speed up either.

When she curls her fingers just right and her tongue flicks at your clit, you finish with a soft cry. Your chest heaves.

She helps you through the last little aftershocks, then pulls away. Her fingers raise to your mouth. “Open,” she commands, and you do. Her fingertips press against your tongue, letting you taste yourself. You suck obediently until you can no longer taste the filthy arousal.

“Good girl. You did amazing, cariño,” she hums, laying back against your chest with a smile.

[p0orbaby]

okay so when is someone gonna write a euphoria angel x reader fic cause i really don’t want to have to do it myself…

[evrythngisblue]

please send some requests in for quinn fabray! or santana lopez! bots or drabbles!