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SPURS NOT FUCKIN WIT MY KNICKS GAME ONE OUT THE WAYYYY
Sabrina Carpenter
Sabrina Carpenter Gets Ready for the Vanity Fair Oscar Party | To The Nines | Vanity Fair
and happy pride to me once again jesus she’s beautiful.
need some in all my inboxes like now…
soooo whose giving me pussy for pride month..or is that too much to ask for …
⌞ ⌝ ── " grumpy or needy? "
pairings: daniela avanzini x g!p reader genre: smut, fluff summary: daniela has been really grumpy latley, she even takes it out on you. But it ends with her apologising and giving you a little treat .. warnings: p in v, creampie, missonary, riding, overstim, sub!dani, top!reader, blowjob, handjob, (dom dani at first) ⌞ ⌝ ── based off of this ➡ request a/n- i dont write g!p reader, this was a special request for my one and only:) for my lovley @rich2hidden
The evening had settled into that quiet, heavy stillness that often preceded a storm. The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. You were sprawled on the couch, sweatpants loose and comfortable, an arm draped over the backrest as you scrolled lazily through your phone. The house was too quiet, Daniela had been stomping around all day, slamming cabinets and muttering under her breath in rapid spanish like she was cursing everyone out. You’d learned to give her space when she got like this, but it still chafed.
So when you heard her soft footsteps padding down the hallway, you didn’t look up. Not until her weight settled directly onto your lap, her body warm and demanding, her thighs pressing against yours. You blinked, glancing down to find Daniela perched on you like it was her throne. Her hair was messy, loose waves tumbling over her shoulders. She wore a delicate black lace lingerie set, the bra barely containing her full breasts, the panties riding low on her hips. The silk of her robe had fallen open, and she made no move to close it.
“Your so mean,” she muttered, her voice thick and whiny. Her dark eyes were glossy, pouty lips turned downward.
You stared at her, utterly lost. “What? Dani, I haven’t even said anything.”
“Exactly,” she huffed, shifting her weight, grinding that plush ass against your lap in a way that made your breath hitch. “You’re ignoring me. That’s mean.”
Before you could argue, her fingers found the waistband of your sweatpants. She tugged at the fabric, impatient and bossy like always. “Lift your hips.”
The command was soft but undeniable. You obeyed, lifting your hips just enough for her to yank the sweatpants down past your thighs. The cool air hit your skin, leaving you in just your boxers, the outline of your half-hard cock pressing against the cotton.
Daniela’s breath went shallow. Her thumb traced a slow, deliberate line down your abdomen, stopping at the waistband. She didn’t pull them down, not yet. Instead, she grazed her thumb over the fabric, running it along the length of you, feeling the warmth and the growing hardness underneath. Her touch was featherlight, teasing, until she reached the tip. She pressed her thumb there, circling it gently, feeling the damp spot already forming at the head.
“You’re always so mean to me,” she whispered, but her voice had lost its whiny edge, replaced by something darker, needier. Her hips rolled against you, the thin lace of her panties rubbing against your boxers. “Making me feel bad. Making me… want you.”
Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your boxers, fingers wrapping around your bare cock. The contact was electric, her palm warm and soft, fingers closing around your shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. She groaned, low in her throat, as she felt the weight of you in her hand.
“Don’t move,” she ordered, her voice breathy. “Don’t you fucking move.”
Then she leaned forward, pressing her chest against yours, her lips brushing your ear as she stroked you with agonizing slowness. Her thumb circled the head again, spreading the bead of precum that had formed, using it to smooth her movements. "Oh fuck-" you groaned
“I’m gonna make you feel good,” she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe. “And then maybe I’ll forgive you for being so mean.”
The seconds stretched, thick and heavy, as Daniela’s hand worked you with deliberate, torturous slowness. Her palm glided from base to tip, then back down, each stroke measured, her thumb pressing just hard enough against the sensitive ridge beneath the head to make your hips twitch. But she'd told you not to move, and something in her voice... that low, commanding edge kept you still, muscles locked, breath ragged.
She pulled her hand out of your boxers, leaving your cock straining against the damp cotton. Then she shifted, sliding off your lap and onto her knees on the floor in front of you. Her dark eyes locked onto yours as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and tugged them down your thighs, freeing your cock fully. It stood erect, slick with precum, the tip glistening under the dim light.
Danielas lips parted. She didnt look away from you as she bent forward and took the head into her mouth. Just the tip. her tongue flicked across the slit, tasting you, before she pulled back with a soft, wet pop. A thin string of saliva stretched between her lips and your cock before breaking.
“Not yet,” she murmured, rising to her feet. She shrugged off her silk robe, letting it pool on the floor. The black lace lingerie hugged her curves, her breasts spilling over the cups, the panties a thin triangle of fabric. She turned, presenting her ass to you as she climbed back onto the couch, straddling your thighs, facing away. God she looked so good, you fought to keep your greedy hands away.
She reached back, her hand finding your cock again. She guided the head to her entrance, rubbing it through the wet slit of her panties. The lace was soaked, clinging to her folds. She pressed the head against her clit, grinding in slow circles, letting out a shaky sigh.
“You feel that?” she whispered, her voice husky. “That’s how wet you make me. Even when you’re mean.”
She shifted the panties aside, and the head of your cock slid against her bare, slick folds. She teased herself with it, running it up and down, dipping the tip just inside her entrance for a heartbeat before pulling away. Her breath hitched each time.
“Beg me,” she said, her voice a command. “Tell me you need to be inside me. Say it.”
You could feel the heat of her, the way her muscles fluttered against the head of your cock. Your hands found her hips, gripping the lace.
“Dani,” you rasped. “I need to fuck you. Let me inside.”
She let out a satisfied hum. “Good girl.”
Then she sank down.
The sensation was overwhelming, her heat enveloping you inch by inch, her walls clenching and pulsing as she took you deeper. She didnt stop until your hips were pressed flush against her ass, her body seated fully on your cock. She let out a long, guttural moan, her head falling back against your shoulder.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re so thick. Stretching me.”
She sat still for a moment, adjusting, her inner muscles gripping you in rhythmic waves. Then she began to ride you, slow deliberate rolls of her hips, her ass grinding against your thighs. Each movement dragged her walls along your length, and you could feel every ridge, every slick inch of her. The lace of her panties was bunched to the side, the thin fabric rubbing against your balls.
Her pace quickened. She lifted and dropped, her thighs working, her wetness making obscene sounds with each thrust. She reached back and grabbed your hand, pulling it to her stomach, pressing your palm flat so you could feel the bulge of yourself moving inside her.
“You feel that?” she panted. “Thats you. Inside me.”
But she was still in control, setting the rhythm, dictating the depth. She’d slow down just when you were close, circling her hips, squeezing you with her muscles, making you groan in frustration.
“Not yet,” she’d whisper. “I decide when you come.”
Later,, how long, you weren’t sure, you were both tangled in the hallway, lips locked, her back hitting the bedroom door before it swung open. She stumbled backward, and you followed, your hands on her waist, guiding her until the back of her knees hit the bed. She fell onto the soft mattress, the black lace a stark contrast against the rumpled white sheets.
You didn’t hesitate. You grabbed the thin straps of her lingerie and pulled, the fabric tearing with a satisfying snap. The cups fell away, her breasts spilling free, full and heavy, nipples already hard. She gasped, half in shock, half in arousal, as you ripped the panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked beneath you.
Her thighs fell open instinctively, revealing the glistening pink of her folds, swollen and slick. Your cock was still wet from her mouth and her cunt, and you knelt between her legs, gripping your shaft and dragging the head through her wetness. You coated yourself thoroughly, pressing against her clit, watching her back arch.
“Look at you,” you muttered, your voice rough. “So fucking wet for me.”
You positioned the head at her entrance, but you didn’t push in. You teased her, rubbing against her, dipping just inside, then pulling out, just as she had done to you.
“Please,” she whined, her hips bucking. “Stop teasing. Fuck me.”
You grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, then shifted your grip to her calves. You pushed them up, toward her chest, folding her almost in half, her knees nearly touching her shoulders. Her ass lifted off the mattress, her cunt completely exposed, open and waiting.
“You want it?” you asked, your cock pressed against her entrance again.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands clutching the sheets.
You thrust in.
The angle was deep, so deep you felt her cervix, the tight ring of muscle gripping your head. She cried out, a sharp, broken sound, as you filled her completely. Her walls clamped down, hot and slick, and you stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling the way her body trembled around you.
Then you began to move, long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, her moans turning into incoherent pleas. You leaned forward, your chest pressing against her folded legs, your mouth finding hers in a kiss.
“You feel so good,” you growled against her lips. “So tight. Squeezing me.”
“Harder,” she begged, her nails raking down your back. “Fuck me harder.”
You obliged, picking up the pace, the bed creaking beneath you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with her cries and your grunts. She came first.. A sudden, violent climax that made her whole body convulse, her cunt milking your cock with rhythmic spasms. But you didn’t stop.
You pulled out, your cock slick with her cum, and flipped her onto her stomach. She rose to her knees, arching her back, presenting her ass. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping down her thighs. You knelt behind her, grabbing her hips, and guided yourself back inside.
This angle was different, tighter, the walls squeezing you from a new angle. You gripped her hips hard, fucking her from behind, watching your cock disappear into her wet heat. She buried her face in the pillow, her moans muffled, her ass pushing back against each thrust.
“Whose cunt is this?” you demanded, your hand coming down on her ass with a sharp slap. The skin reddened under your palm.
“Yours,” she sobbed. “It’s yours. Fuck, yes.”
You reached around, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as you fucked her. She came again, her body shuddering, her legs giving out so she collapsed flat onto the bed. You followed, still inside her, grinding deep as she rode out her orgasm.
Finally, you pulled out and flipped her onto her side. You laid behind her, spooning, and lifted her top leg, hooking it over your thigh. You guided your cock to her entrance once more, slick and ready and slid in from behind, the angle shallow but intimate.
Your arm wrapped around her waist, your hand splayed across her stomach. Your lips pressed against her shoulder, her neck, as you fucked her slowly, deliberately, each thrust brushing against that sensitive spot inside her.
“I’m close,” she whispered against your lips. “Come with me.”
You drove deeper, faster, your hips slapping against her ass. Her walls clenched, and you felt your own release building, that white-hot pressure coiling at the base of your spine.
“Come inside me,” she breathed. “Fill me up.”
That was all it took. You buried yourself to the hilt, your member pulsing as you came, hot and thick, flooding her. She cried out, her own orgasm triggered by the sensation, her cunt milking you as she shuddered through it.
You stayed like that, wrapped around each other, both breathing hard, your cock still twitching inside her. The room smelled of sex and sweat. Her hand found yours, fingers lacing together against her damp stomach.
“Still think I’m mean?” you murmured into her hair.
She laughed, soft and breathless. “Maybe. But I don’t care.”
Daniela laid curled against you, her back pressed to your chest, your arm wrapped around her waist. Your member had slipped out of her sometime during the last aftershocks, and you could feel the warmth of your combined release seeping between her thighs, staining the sheets beneath.
You pulled her closer, your lips brushing against the curve of her shoulder. She smelled of sweat and sex and something floral from her perfume, now faint and intimate. Her hand found yours, fingers intertwining against her stomach.
“Hey,” you whispered.
“Hey,” she murmured back, her voice soft, stripped of its earlier bossy edge.
You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “You okay?”
She let out a breathy laugh. “I’m… more than okay. I’m pretty sure I’m liquid.”
You smiled against her skin. “Good liquid?”
“The best kind.” She shifted, turning in your arms to face you. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed. She reached up and traced your jawline with her fingertips, a featherlight touch. “That was… intense. In the best way.”
“You were amazing,” you said, and meant it. “You always are.”
She huffed a quiet laugh. “You’re just saying that because I let you fold me in half.”
“No, I’m saying it because you’re perfect.” You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Even when you’re grumpy and slap me.”
Her eyes widened, and she winced. “I’m really sorry about that, you know. The glass… I shouldn’t have- ”
“Shh.” You pressed a finger to her lips. “We’re past that. You already apologized. And you more than made up for it.”
She kissed your finger, then your palm, then turned her head to nuzzle into your chest. Your arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. The warmth of her body seeped into you, and you felt a deep, quiet contentment settle in your bones. Minutes passed, or maybe an hour ...as you laid there, tangled and sticky.
“I like this,” she said, her voice muffled against your skin. “Being held. It’s… nice.”
“You deserve it,” you said. “You deserve a lot of nice things, Dani.”
She snorted. “Careful, you’ll make me soft.”
“Too late,” you teased, kissing the top of her head. “You’re already melting.”
She laughed, a genuine, girlish sound that made your chest ache. You held her tighter, your hand running up and down her spine in slow, soothing strokes.
But after a while, the cooling stickiness between your bodies became impossible to ignore. You needed to move.
You loosened your grip and gently disentangled yourself, sitting up. The cool air hit your skin, raising goosebumps. Daniela made a small, confused sound, her hand reaching out blindly.
“Where are you going?” Her voice was slightly slurred, half-asleep, and there was a note of vulnerability in it that made your heart twist.
You looked down at her, her hair messy, her lips swollen, her body marked with faint red lines from your grip. She looked beautiful and lost, and you felt a rush of tenderness.
“Just getting a towel,” you said softly. “To clean you up. I’ll be right back.”
Her brow furrowed. “Oh.” She paused, then added, a little awkwardly, “You don’t have to… I can do it.”
“I want to.” You leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Relax. I’ll be thirty seconds.”
You padded to the bathroom, grabbing a soft hand towel from the rack and wetting one corner with warm water. When you returned, Daniela had propped herself up on her elbows, watching you. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she looked almost shy a rare sight from someone so usually sharp tongued.
You sat on the edge of the bed and gently guided her to lie back. She went without protest, her thighs falling open slightly. You took the warm, damp towel and carefully wiped the cooling slickness from her inner thighs, then between her folds, as gently as you could. She shivered at the touch, but not from cold.
“That’s nice,” she whispered.
You worked in silence, cleaning her thoroughly, then tossed the towel aside. You lay back down beside her, pulling her close again. She tucked her head under your chin, her arm draping across your stomach.
“Thank you,” she said, so quietly you almost missed it.
“For what?”
“For… this. For being sweet. For not making it weird.”
You chuckled. “It’s a little weird.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating against your chest. “Yeah. A little. But a good weird.” You hummed softly, before settling more comfy against Dani, the silence eveloping you both.
a/n- little fluff too, wow
“don’t double text”
i will deadass send you ten messages in a row on completely different topics
me when daniela:
im here babe if you need oral support, i mean moral support
daniela ,, katseye
can we cuddle up in bed and i can just grope and jiggle and suck on your boobs for a few hours
everybody wants their tits sucked and yet nobody is putting their tits in my mouth right now what gives this is unsustainable
wait yes like just need one in my mouth is that too much to ask for
SHOW MY LOVE FOR YOU
Pairings: Sabrina Carpenter x Fem Reader Genre: Just smut. Warnings:dom!sabrina(i would say propaganda but i would let this woman dominate me so...), sub!reader, oral(reader receiving),fingering, mommy kink ig...and that's all i got. an- @highonheavens you fulfilled my request even tho u see it as propaganda, but i was in a good enough mood to fulfill your wishes now. now this definitely isn't the best cause i'm genuinely not used to this so...heres my best. Most of this has been sitting in my drafts for the longest and you would think smut would be easier to write when you've had sex before but apparently not. but here we are, i think next time tho for sure ima do better. anyways go Knicks and good night.also MDNI cause y'all been bugging on here lately...
It was late. 12:00 am. Sabrina was exhausted after being in the studio since early. After the success of her album Man’s Best Friend, she was back working extremely hard.
That's what you loved about her. She worked so hard and was extremely passionate about her music and loved her fans. So why not show your appreciation by getting pretty for your lovely girlfriend… You’d been getting ready for almost an hour. Not because you had to but because you wanted to. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside, and every now and then you’d glance at the clock, replaying the same thought: she should be home soon. You smoothed your outfit for what felt like the hundredth time. A pink lingerie set, showing just enough, squeezing your curves perfectly. Adjusting it just enough to feel perfect, just enough to know Sabrina would notice. Because she always noticed. The sound of keys at the door made your chest tighten, anticipation rushing in all at once. You turned slightly, trying to look casual even though your entire body was alert, waiting. The door opened. Sabrina stepped in, shoulders slumped just slightly, hair a little messy from the long day, her bag slipping from her shoulder like it weighed more than usual. She didn’t even look up at first, just exhaled, tired, like the studio had taken everything out of her. “…hey,” she murmured. It wasn’t the way she usually said it. You felt it immediately. Still, you stepped closer, soft but intentional. “Hi.” That’s when she finally looked at you and paused. Her eyes moved over you slowly. Taking you in. Not rushed. Not distracted. Just… tired. “…you got all dressed up,” she said, voice lower now, something flickering there but dimmed. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “For you.” For a second, something shifted in her expression; guilt, maybe. Or frustration. Like she wanted to meet you where you were, but didn’t quite have it in her. She ran a hand over her face, sighing quietly. “Baby… I’ve been in the studio all day. I’m exhausted.” The words landed heavier than you expected. You tried not to show it. “Oh yeah, no, I get it.” But she noticed. Of course she did. Sabrina stepped closer now, slower, studying you again but this time more carefully. Like she was realizing what she’d walked into. What you’d been hoping for. Her fingers brushed your arm, light at first. “You look… really good,” she murmured. You swallowed. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” There was a pause. A long one. Because she still wasn’t moving the way she usually would. Wasn’t pulling you in, wasn’t taking control like she always did when she noticed you like this. And she knew you could feel it. “…I hate this,” she muttered under her breath, almost to herself. Your brows pulled together slightly. “Hate what?” She exhaled again, sharper this time, then stepped in closer, closer than before. Her hand came up to your chin, tilting your face just enough to meet her eyes. “Coming home to you like this,” she said quietly. “And not having the energy to give you what you want.” Your breath caught. You tried to soften it. “It’s okay, Sab. You don’t have to—” “I know I don’t have to.” Her tone shifted—firmer now. Not harsh. Just… her. Her thumb brushed along your jaw, slower this time, her gaze dropping to your lips before lifting back to your eyes. “But I don’t like the idea of you waiting for me,” she continued, voice low, “getting all pretty for me… and me doing nothing about it.” The air between you changed. Not explosive. Not overwhelming. Just… heavier. More deliberate. She leaned in slightly, forehead almost touching yours, her voice dropping even further. “Even if I’m tired,” she murmured, “I still take care of what’s mine.” Your heart skipped. Because that felt like the Sabrina you were waiting for. Even if it came tired. It was still her. Her hand stayed on your chin, firmer now, not rough, but steady enough that you felt it. Enough that you didn’t even think about pulling away. “You said it’s okay,” Sabrina murmured, eyes locked on yours, “but you don’t look okay.” Your breath hitched slightly. “I said I—” “I heard what you said.” The interruption was quiet. Controlled.
Her thumb pressed just a little more against your jaw, tilting your face higher, forcing you to hold her gaze. “I’m not asking what you said,” she continued, voice low and even. “I’m looking at you.” You went still. Because there was no slipping past that version of her. No brushing it off. She studied you for another second, then exhaled through her nose, like she’d made a decision. “…yeah,” she muttered. “That’s what I thought.” Before you could respond, her hand dropped from your chin—only to take your wrist instead. A quick movement. Deliberate. She guided you back a step, then another, until the back of your legs hit the edge of the couch.
“Sit. Strip” You froze. But not for long so you wouldn't test your girlfriends patience. But you slowly removed the lingerie on purpose to see if Sabrina was doing something, but she just watched taking you in like a painting on a wall. “Look how beautiful my good girl is” she says, you start to cover yourself a little due to the nervousness of just being fully naked while Sab was still fully clothed. But she stops you reaching out to grab your wrist once again and putting them to the side. “Lay back, get comfortable for me sweetheart okay?” That's the last thing you heard before she walked away, leaving you extremely confused and wet. But soon you do hear her coming back, “let me show my love for you beautiful” she says. And before you even get to look down, you feel pressure on your clit. Sabrina’s mouth moving all over your clit. She licked over your lips and your clit, the movements already becoming too much. She lazily fucked yoy with her fingers sliding in and out of what she would call “such a pretty pussy”. “Look at my pretty girl so wet dripping for me, going right back to sucking on your clit leaving your back arching. Leaving you as nothing but whimpers and begs, “please don't stop baby. You're so good at this”. Sabrina hummed, licking up everything you offered; making sure you know she appreciated and loved everything you did for her. And in return she would leave you desperate and trembling for her. “Shit baby im close” that right there she opened her eyes back for that one. She had to get a good look at you, watch how pink your face turned and how overwhelmed you got when you cum. “Cum for me beautiful, show me how im the only one who could get you like this. Mine.” And that made you cum, how possessive she was over you always turned you on, and you loved showing that you would only and always be hers. You gasp, getting caught in your throat when you realize she wasn’t stopping. “ Wait baby its too much fuck-”. “Give me one more. Give mommy one more beautiful girl.” You moaned your releases coming to an end, your walls clamp around Sabrina’s fingers while you grind into her face wanting as much as you could get before it was over. Shivers wrecked you, leaving you breathless and whimpering. Sabrina finally pulls away leaving you to miss the contact already, but she crawls up pulling you into a kiss tasting yourself on her lips. “I love you pretty girl.”
had to come in here real quick in just say. GO KNICKS MY TEAM GOING TO THE FINALS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS. IM BOUT TO CAUSE HAVOC IN THE CITY. SO @highonheavens YOUR REQUEST COMING OUT TONIGHT TWINNNNN I LUV YOU AND IM IN A GOOD ASS MOOD GIMMIE A COUPLE HOURS
how we doing loveee??
uhh i wanna kms. i will say you caught me on the wrong day, my ex makes me feel so delusional. but other than that how you feeling my heart. ik im lacking on my promise but its coming together.
BOTTOMS
Daniela as your popular cheerleader
'girlfriend'
summary: Just a bunch of headcanons(sort of??) HEAVILY inspired from BOTTOMS.
warnings: messy pining, slight angst, fluff, slightly suggestive, unhealthy motives, heavy flirting, teasing, drama, jealousy, possessiveness, use of Y/N, Bottoms-coded, NOT PROOFREAD
pairings: Isabel!Daniela x Josie!softmascreader
author's note: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. finally dropping it because of Pinky😉. ALSO I saw a fear street edit here(TOP one sapphic movie for me) and was inspired to do a Samcoded!Sophia x Deenacoded!mascreader headcanons trope as soon as I'm available
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-Josie!Y/n who rehearse cool lines for Daniela all week. The second she looks at you, you spill your water, mumble “hi”, and flee.
-Josie!Y/N who help start dumb schemes just to be near her. It always backfires, but Daniela ends up laughing with you anyway.
-Josie!Y/N who know Daniela's coffee order, that Daniela taps her pen when bored, and that she hums when focused. You’d die before admitting it.
-Josie!Y/N who act annoyed when Daniela teases her. Really you’re terrified if you smile too hard it’ll be obvious.
-Josie!Y/N who'll do the dumbest thing if it means Daniela notices her for 2 seconds. She notices for 20 minutes and you can’t sleep.
-Josie!Y/N who have a folder called “Things to Say to Daniela” that’s 90% deleted drafts.
-Josie!Y/N who thinks Daniela would never like someone like her.
-A “hey” from Daniela replays in your brain for 3 days. You’re convinced she hates you because she said “oh” instead of “ohhhh”.
-Isabel!Daniela’s popular and SHE knows it, but she’s not cruel. She just doesn’t realize you’re pining till someone points it out.
-Isabel!Daniela who pokes at you constantly. Thinks it’s funny. It is. It’s also how she flirts without realizing it.
-At first you’re “that weird girl who keeps showing up”. After enough chaotic situations, she starts seeking you out.
- If someone’s mean to you, Daniela shuts it down fast. “Leave her alone,” no hesitation, then acts like it was nothing.
-Isabel!Daniela's life is scheduled and boring. Your messiness lowkey makes things fun, even if she won’t say it out loud.
-Isabel!Daniela who notices when you’re not around faster than she wants to admit.
-Isabel!Daniela who teases you constantly because it’s the only way she knows how to get your attention.
-Isabel!Daniela who thinks you’re funnier than most people she actually likes.
When she found out about the real reason of the fight club:
-Daniela corners you after practice, voice low and pissed. “Was the whole thing just to get to me?” You freeze, expecting her to walk away. She doesn’t leave. She waits for your answer.
-You admit it, messy and stumbling. Daniela doesn’t say anything for a full minute. When she finally talks, it’s quieter than you expected: “You could’ve just asked.”
-She’s mad for maybe an hour. Then it hits her that she’s been seeking you out too, and the fight club wasn’t the only reason. She forgives you because she realized she wanted it too.
-You thought she’d hate you. When she sees you actually crying over messing it up, the anger drops. “I’m not gonna hold this over you,” she says. “Not when you look like that.”
-She’s pissed, yeah. But the thought of you pulling away after is worse. So she drags you by the hoodie and mutters, “Don’t pull stupid shit like that again. And stay.”
When you two got together:
- Every “plan” you make to impress her goes wrong. She ends up laughing and saying “you’re ridiculous” fondly.
-She drags you to parties you’d never get into otherwise. You spend the whole time near her like a nervous guard dog.
-When things get chaotic, she looks for you automatically. You look for her automatically too.
-The moment it turns romantic is messy, awkward, and you say something stupid mid-kiss. She doesn’t care.
-After that, she stops teasing to hide it. She just teases because she likes your reaction.
Slightly Suggestive:
-Daniela keeps you late “to go over stuff”. Ends with you pressed against the gym lockers, both pretending it wasn’t planned.
-Someone flirts with you at a party. Daniela pulls you aside 2 minutes later and kisses you to shut it down.
-You try to focus on homework. Daniela leans over, says “you’re distracting”, and makes it worse on purpose.
- After a dumb argument that ends in laughing, Daniela kisses you first. “Shut up, loser” she says after.
- You wake up clinging to Daniela, panicking for 2 seconds before she mumbles “you’re fine, go back to sleep” and pulls you closer.
happy someone did this cause now i don’t have to. i’m too lazy😛
quite literally