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Loose || Part 2

Ot5 x masc!gp!reader

Summary — they come back. But do you take them back?

Content Warnings — makeup sex (mhm), fluff, soft dom Ot5.

Authors Note — here you guys go, because I was gonna piss myself off if I didn’t make part 2 lmao. But of course we had to add some smut to it, you knowwwww. Hopefully you guys enjoy!!

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Daniela Avanzini —

Sfw —

She realized how wrong she was, how he clearly wasn’t good for her. Daniela really doesn’t know why she even went back to him especially with the way he used to cheat like it was easier than breathing. She was trying to take it slow with him and give him another chance, but he showed her all the reasons why her decision was the wrong one.

The signs of him still not being faithful was shown to her on the first day they tried to start over, and from then on it just got worse and worse. Daniela couldn’t do this—and she knew it was fucked up to feel this way but she wanted you back. She hated this guy. It’s now going on day three of them reconnecting and she feels like she’s losing her mind.

That’s how she found herself at your doorstep, you holding the door open with a shocked expression. Daniela stared at you and saw how your eyes looked so tired, like you hadn’t slept in days. She didn’t know what to say or what to do, but Daniela was relieved when she saw you step aside to let her in. You watched her walk over and into your living room, your steps light as you followed her.

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May I request nerdy g!p reader x mean Daniela where Daniela sucks you off anywhere especially in school and makes reader fuck her anywhere and doesn’t care about getting caught

Risk and Ruin

Pairing: Nerdy g!p Reader x Mean Daniela Avanzini

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), g!p reader, semi-public sex, risk of exposure/exhibitionism, rough oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie, dirty talk, power imbalance, mean/bratty dom Daniela, possessive behavior, strong language,

The library at the back of the elite private academy smelled like old paper and polished oak. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes in the air. You were tucked into the farthest corner, headphones on, glasses slipping down your nose as you annotated a dense physics text. Hoodie sleeves pushed up, pencil tapping rhythmically—classic nerd camouflage. Safe. Invisible.

Until Daniela Avanzini decided you weren’t.

She appeared like a storm in designer skirts: long dark hair cascading over one shoulder, uniform blouse unbuttoned one too many times, lips painted that signature blood-red. The mean girl. The one who ruled hallways with a smirk and a cutting tongue. Everyone knew better than to cross her. Everyone except you, apparently, because she’d caught you staring once—two weeks ago in the courtyard—and decided you belonged to her now.

You felt her before you saw her. The shift in the air. The way conversations outside the stacks quieted. Then her scent—expensive vanilla and something sharper—wrapped around you as she slid into the seat across from yours.

“Eyes up, four-eyes,” she murmured, voice low and velvet-rough.

You looked. Big mistake. Her eyes were dark fire, lashes heavy. She propped her chin on her hand, studying you like you were a puzzle she’d already solved.

“I’m busy,” you muttered, trying to sound firm. Your voice cracked anyway.

Daniela’s smile was slow, cruelly sweet. “You’re always busy. Buried in books while your cock’s probably aching under that ugly hoodie. Poor little nerd.” She leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper that went straight to your groin. “Bet it’s hard right now just from me sitting here.”

Heat flooded your face. You were hard. Painfully so. The thick length of your cock strained against your uniform slacks, trapped and throbbing at the mere sound of her voice. She always did this—knew exactly how to unravel you.

“Daniela, we’re in the library—”

“Shut up.” She stood gracefully, rounded the table, and dropped to her knees between your legs before you could protest. The heavy wooden table hid her completely from anyone glancing down the aisle. Heart hammering, you glanced around. A few students milled about three rows away. Someone coughed. Pages turned.

Her fingers made quick work of your zipper. “Look at me.”

You did. Her eyes locked on yours as she freed your cock—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. The cool library air hit sensitive skin and you bit your lip hard.

“Fuck, it’s so pretty when it’s this needy,” she purred. No hesitation. She leaned in and took you into her hot, wet mouth in one smooth glide.

A strangled sound escaped your throat. You gripped the edge of the table as her tongue swirled around the head, sucking greedily. Daniela didn’t tease today; she devoured. Hollowed cheeks, obscene slurping sounds barely muffled by the table. She bobbed deep, throat relaxing to take half your length, then more, until her nose brushed your pelvis.

“Shit—Daniela,” you hissed, one hand fisting in her hair before you could stop yourself.

She hummed around you, the vibration shooting pleasure up your spine. Her free hand pumped the base she couldn’t swallow, slick with spit. Every pass of her lips was filthy, perfect pressure, her mean little tongue pressing against the underside just how you liked. You could hear footsteps nearby. A chair scraping. The danger made everything sharper.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your glistening cock. “Don’t you dare come yet,” she warned, voice husky. “You’re going to fuck me right here.”

Your brain short-circuited. “What? No, someone will—”

She stood, turned, and hiked her skirt up in one motion. No panties. Of course. Her bare ass and slick pussy were right there, glistening. She braced her hands on the table and looked back over her shoulder, eyes blazing with challenge.

“Fuck me, nerd. Or I’ll scream your name and let everyone see what a desperate slut you are for me.”

You were standing before your mind caught up. Hands on her hips, you lined up the fat head of your cock with her dripping entrance and pushed in. One long, relentless thrust. She was tight, scorching hot, already clenching around you like she wanted to milk you dry.

Daniela moaned low, head falling forward. “That’s it. All the way. Fill me up.”

You bottomed out, balls pressed against her, and started moving. Hard, deep strokes that made the table creak softly. Her pussy fluttered around every inch, greedy and wet. The sound of skin meeting skin was quiet but unmistakable if anyone came closer. You reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles while you fucked her.

“Yes—fuck, right there,” she gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her walls squeezed you rhythmically, drawing you deeper. “Harder. I want to feel you for days.”

You gave it to her. Snapping your hips, pounding into her slick heat while trying desperately not to groan too loud. Her juices ran down your shaft, coating your balls. The risk was intoxicating—anyone could walk around the corner and see the queen of the school bent over getting railed by the quiet nerd.

Daniela came first, sudden and violent. Her pussy clamped down, pulsing, a gush of wetness flooding around your cock as she bit her own arm to stay quiet. The sight and sensation broke you. You buried yourself deep and came hard, thick ropes of cum painting her insides, spilling out around your shaft as you kept shallowly thrusting through it.

She straightened after a moment, turned, and kissed you filthy—tongue and teeth and possession. Then she tucked your spent cock back into your pants with surprising gentleness, patted your cheek, and whispered, “Good girl. My turn to pick the next spot.”

It became a pattern. A dangerous, addictive game.

The next day it was the girls’ bathroom during lunch. Daniela dragged you into the largest stall, locked the door, and shoved you against the wall. “On your knees.”

You dropped. She lifted one leg over your shoulder, skirt around her waist, and rode your face until she was shaking, smearing her slick all over your mouth and glasses. When she came, she ground down hard, whispering the filthiest praise: “Such a good fucking tongue. My perfect nerd. Lick it all up.”

Then she bent over the sink, hands braced on the mirror, and made you fuck her from behind while she watched your reflection. “Look how desperate you are for my cunt. Pathetic. But it’s mine.” You filled her again, cum dripping down her thighs when she walked out like nothing happened, leaving you to clean up and hide the evidence.

After class, the empty stairwell. She rode you on the steps, skirt spread over your lap, grinding slow and deep while footsteps echoed somewhere above. Every time someone passed a floor up, she clenched around you and smirked at your panicked expression. “Don’t stop. I want your cum leaking out of me during practice.”

You gave it to her, groaning into her neck as you pumped her full again.

The tension built like a storm. Daniela grew bolder. Meaner in the sweetest way.

In the locker room after hours, she pushed you onto a bench and sank down onto your cock reverse cowgirl, facing the door. Anyone could walk in. She bounced on you with athletic grace, ass rippling, pussy swallowing every thick inch. “Imagine the look on their faces,” she panted, reaching back to spread herself wider. “Seeing the school’s bitch getting stuffed by your fat nerd dick.”

You gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, the wet slap echoing. Her moans grew louder on purpose. You had to muffle her with your hand, which only made her ride you harder, pussy gushing.

When you came, she stayed seated, clenching to keep every drop inside. Then she turned, dropped to her knees, and cleaned you with her mouth—slow, worshipful licks mixed with that sharp, mean smile.

“You’re ruining me,” you whispered, voice wrecked.

“Good,” she said, kissing the tip of your cock. “I want you obsessed. I want you hard every time you see me.”

The peak came during a late-night study session in the science wing. The building was mostly empty. Daniela had you bent over a lab table, skirt flipped up, taking you from behind again. Deep, punishing strokes. Your glasses fogged. Her nails dug into your forearms where you braced yourself.

“Tell me you love it,” she demanded, voice breathy but commanding.

“I love it—fuck, I love your pussy, Daniela. Love how you use me.”

She laughed, low and pleased, then reached back to play with your balls, squeezing just right. “Come on, fill me again. Breed me right here where anyone could walk by and see what a whore I am for you.”

The words sent you over. You slammed deep and unloaded, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding her. She came with you, walls milking every drop, a broken moan escaping despite her efforts to stay quiet.

After, she turned in your arms and kissed you properly—slow, deep, almost tender beneath the meanness. Her fingers traced your jaw.

“You’re mine now,” she said softly. “Everywhere. Anytime. Don’t you dare hide that cock from me again.”

You nodded, dazed, cock twitching back to life already at the promise in her eyes.

The bell tower. The rooftop. The back of the auditorium during rehearsal. Every stolen moment was hotter than the last—her mouth on you in the parking lot at dusk, your cock buried in her throat while she looked up with tear-streaked mascara and wicked satisfaction. Fucking her against the vending machine in the deserted hallway, the mechanical hum covering the sounds of her begging for more.

Daniela never cared about getting caught. She thrived on it. And you—quiet, nerdy, hopelessly gone for her—gave her everything she demanded.

Because the risk was worth the ruin.

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hi may I request jock g!p reader x mean Daniela

where daniela wants reader and keeps telling reader to break up with her girlfriend, but reader says no but one day she traps reader under the bleachers and they fuck. Which resorts to reader ignoring her girlfriends calls all day

Under the Bleachers

Pairing: Jock G!P Reader x Mean Daniela Avanzini

Warnings: Explicit smut, rough sex, cheating, semi-public sex, possessiveness, degradation kink, size kink, creampie, fingering, oral, dirty talk,

The field smelled like cut grass and sweat. You adjusted the strap of your duffel bag higher on your shoulder, cleats clacking against the concrete as you headed toward the parking lot. Practice had run long—Coach was riding the team hard for the upcoming championship game—but your body felt good, loose and warm from the drills. Your phone buzzed in your pocket for the third time in ten minutes.

Mia again.

You silenced it without looking. Not right now.

Daniela Avanzini was leaning against the chain-link fence near the bleachers, arms crossed under her chest, dark hair spilling over one shoulder like she’d stepped out of a fucking magazine instead of sitting through another boring lecture. She wore the school uniform like a weapon—skirt rolled shorter than regulation, blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease the lace underneath. Her eyes locked on you the second you appeared, sharp and hungry.

“Took you long enough, jock,” she called, voice dripping with that signature mean-girl drawl. “Your little cheerleader girlfriend getting impatient?”

You exhaled through your nose and kept walking. “Not today, Daniela.”

She pushed off the fence and fell into step beside you, heels clicking. “Why not? You’ve been dodging me for weeks. Scared your precious Mia will find out how hard you get when I text you?”

Your jaw tightened. The worst part was she wasn’t wrong. Daniela had been relentless—cornering you in the hallway, sliding into your DMs with filthy promises, whispering in your ear during passing period that she could make you cum harder than Mia ever had. You had a girlfriend. A sweet, supportive girlfriend who didn’t deserve this.

But Daniela made your blood run hot in a way no one else did.

“I’m not breaking up with her,” you said flatly, staring straight ahead.

Daniela laughed, low and cruel. “Keep telling yourself that, baby. We both know you’re one bad day away from bending me over in the locker room.”

You didn’t answer. You sped up.

She didn’t follow this time. But you felt her eyes on your back the entire way to your car.

Three days later, the trap snapped shut.

Rain had started during last period, turning the field into a slick mess. Practice was canceled, but you’d stayed late anyway to lift in the weight room. By the time you headed out, the campus was mostly empty. You cut behind the bleachers to shave a few minutes off the walk to the side parking lot, earbuds in, hood up against the drizzle.

Strong hands shoved you from behind.

You stumbled, catching yourself on the metal support beams. Before you could turn, Daniela was on you—pressing her body flush against your back, one hand fisting the front of your hoodie, the other sliding down to palm the front of your sweats.

“Finally,” she hissed against your ear. “No more running, jock.”

“Daniela—what the fuck—”

She squeezed. Your cock twitched hard under her hand, already half-hard from the surprise and the weeks of teasing. You groaned despite yourself.

“Shut up,” she snapped, nipping at your earlobe. “You feel that? That’s mine. Has been since the first time I saw you on the field.” Her fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles over the growing bulge. “Mia doesn’t get to keep this anymore.”

Your breath came ragged. “I can’t—”

“You can.” She spun you around and shoved you back against the thick metal post. The bleachers rose above you like a cage, rain pattering on the seats overhead. No one would see. No one would hear over the storm.

Daniela dropped to her knees right there in the dirt and wet grass, looking up at you with those dark, vicious eyes. “Tell me to stop and I will. But we both know you won’t.”

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.

She smirked, yanked your sweats and boxers down in one rough motion, and your cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. Daniela’s eyes darkened with pure want.

“Fuck, look at you,” she breathed, wrapping both hands around the shaft. “So big. No wonder you walk like you own the place.” She leaned in and dragged her tongue from base to tip, slow and wet, before swallowing you down without warning.

“Shit—Daniela—”

You grabbed her hair instinctively. She moaned around your cock, the vibration shooting straight to your balls. She took you deep, throat relaxing like she’d practiced for this, nose pressing against your pelvis. Her hands worked what she couldn’t fit, slick and tight. The wet sounds of her sucking mixed with the rain.

You fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts, hips jerking. She took it, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact, mascara starting to run. When she pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connected her swollen lips to your glistening cock.

“Break up with her,” she demanded, voice hoarse. “Right now. Text her.”

“No,” you growled, but your hips betrayed you, pushing back toward her mouth.

Daniela laughed darkly and stood up, shoving her skirt up around her waist. No panties. Of course. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already dripping down her thighs. She grabbed your hand and guided two fingers inside her.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” She rocked against your hand, clenching tight. “This is what you do to me. Every fucking day. And you’re still pretending you want her vanilla shit?”

You curled your fingers, hitting that spot that made her gasp and shudder. She was scorching hot inside, silky and greedy. You added a third finger and she bit your shoulder through your hoodie to muffle her moan.

“Enough,” she snarled after a minute, pulling your hand away. She turned around, braced her hands on the metal beam, and arched her back, presenting her ass and dripping cunt. “Fuck me. Now. Hard.”

You didn’t hesitate this time.

You lined up your thick cock and pushed in with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in her tight heat. Daniela cried out, walls fluttering wildly around you.

“Fuck yes—bigger than I imagined. Stretch me, baby. Ruin me for anyone else.”

You gripped her hips and started pounding into her. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed under the bleachers. Her pussy was perfect—sucking you in, clenching every time you pulled back. You reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, making her legs shake.

“Harder,” she demanded, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel you for days.”

You gave it to her. Deep, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce under her blouse. You yanked the buttons open, palming one breast and pinching the nipple. Daniela moaned loud enough that you worried someone might hear, but the rain covered it.

Your phone started ringing in your pocket. The vibration buzzed against your thigh. Mia’s ringtone.

You ignored it.

Daniela laughed breathlessly. “That’s her, isn’t it? Calling her loyal little jock while I’m taking every inch of this fat cock.” She clenched deliberately around you. “Answer it. Let her hear how good I feel.”

“Fuck you,” you growled, slamming in harder.

“Yes—fuck me. Own this pussy. It’s yours.”

You fucked her like you hated her. Like you’d been starving for her. The angle let you hit deep, grinding against her cervix with every thrust. Her juices ran down your balls, soaking your sweats around your ankles. You spanked her ass hard, watching the skin bloom red.

Daniela came first—sudden and violent, walls spasming around your cock, a gush of wetness flooding out. She screamed your name, body shaking, nails scraping metal.

You didn’t stop. You fucked her through it, chasing your own release. Your balls drew up tight.

“Inside,” she gasped. “Cum inside me. Fill me up. I want it leaking out when I walk back to my car.”

That did it.

You buried yourself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum painting her walls. Pulse after pulse, more than you thought you had. It overflowed, dripping down her thighs as you kept shallow-thrusting through the aftershocks.

You stayed inside her for a long minute, both of you panting. Rain drummed overhead.

Finally, you pulled out. Daniela turned, dropped to her knees again, and cleaned your softening cock with her mouth—gentle now, almost reverent. She tucked you away and stood, fixing her skirt like nothing happened.

Your phone rang again. Then again. A string of texts lighting up the screen.

Daniela smirked, wiping the corner of her mouth. “Better answer your girlfriend, jock. Tell her you’re busy.”

She leaned in, kissed your jaw, and whispered, “This isn’t over. Next time I won’t wait so long.”

Then she walked away, hips swaying, your cum still inside her.

You leaned against the post, legs shaky, heart hammering. The rain kept falling.

You silenced your phone completely.

The rest of the day passed in a haze.

You drove home in silence. Mia called six more times. You let every one go to voicemail. When you finally checked your messages, they were increasingly worried, then annoyed, then hurt.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care the way you should.

All you could think about was Daniela’s tight pussy squeezing your cock. The way she’d looked up at you with cum-smeared lips. The way she’d demanded you claim her.

That night you jerked off twice more remembering it—her voice, her body, the filthy things she’d said.

You knew you’d see her again tomorrow.

And you weren’t sure you’d say no next time either.

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please do a cock drunk sophia wanting to get pregnant with gp reader 🙏🙏

Velvet Eclipse

Pairing: Sophia LaForteza x GP!Reader

Warnings: Explicit smut, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cock-drunk Sophia, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, slight size kink, consensual intense sex, fluff-tinged intimacy. 18+ only.

The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city beyond the tall windows. Golden hour had bled into deep indigo, and the only light left was the warm glow of the bedside lamp and the silver spill of moonlight across the sheets. Sophia lay on her back, one leg bent, the silk of her slip riding high on her thighs. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink, and her eyes—those devastating, expressive eyes—were fixed on you with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

You stood at the foot of the bed, shirt already discarded, the heavy line of your cock straining against your sweats. She’d done that to you with nothing more than a look and a breathy whisper against your mouth twenty minutes ago: I want you to get me pregnant tonight.

The words still echoed.

Sophia shifted, the slip slipping further, revealing the smooth expanse of her inner thighs and the glistening wetness already coating her folds. She hadn’t worn anything underneath. She never did when she got like this.

“Baby,” she murmured, voice husky and sweet at once. “Come here. Please.”

You crawled over her slowly, letting her feel the weight of your presence. When your hips settled between her thighs, your cock nestled against her slick heat through the thin fabric, she whimpered. Her hands slid up your chest, nails grazing, then fisted in your hair as she pulled you down for a kiss.

It wasn’t gentle. It was open-mouthed, needy, her tongue sliding against yours like she was starving. She tasted like the strawberries she’d eaten earlier and something sweeter—pure want. You rocked against her, letting the thick length of your cock drag along her pussy, coating yourself in her arousal. Sophia moaned into your mouth, legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Feel how wet I am?” she gasped when you broke apart for air. “All for you. For this.” Her hand slipped between you, palming the heavy bulge of your cock. She squeezed, thumb rubbing over the head through your sweats, and her eyes fluttered. “God… I’m so empty.”

You kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the plush give of her lips. “You want me to fill you up, Soph?”

She nodded frantically, lips brushing yours with every word. “Yes. Want you so deep. Want you to breed me. Please.”

The raw need in her voice made your cock twitch hard. You sat back on your heels and stripped the rest of your clothes, letting your cock spring free. Thick, flushed, the head already shiny with precum. Sophia’s gaze locked onto it like it was everything she’d ever wanted. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

She reached for you immediately, small hand wrapping around the base. She couldn’t close her fingers all the way. The sight of her delicate grip on your heavy cock always did something filthy to you.

Sophia leaned up, eyes half-lidded, and dragged her tongue from base to tip in one long, reverent stroke. She moaned at the taste of you, then took the head into her warm mouth, sucking gently. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked more of you inside, lashes fluttering against her cheeks. The wet heat, the soft swirl of her tongue, the little whimpers vibrating around your shaft—it was intoxicating.

You threaded your fingers through her hair, not pushing, just holding. “That’s it, baby. So good for me.”

She took you deeper, throat relaxing, until her nose brushed your pelvis. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she held you there, swallowing around you, drunk on the stretch and the taste. When she finally pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to your glistening cock.

“I need it inside,” she whispered, voice wrecked. “Now.”

You pushed her back gently onto the pillows and hooked her legs over your arms, spreading her wide. Her pussy was flushed and dripping, clit peeking out, begging for attention. You rubbed the head of your cock through her folds, teasing her entrance, coating yourself in her slick.

Sophia’s hips canted up desperately. “Don’t tease. Please, I’m aching for you.”

You pressed forward, the thick head breaching her tight heat. Inch by inch, you sank into her, groaning at the velvet grip. Sophia’s back arched, a broken moan spilling from her lips as you stretched her open. She was so wet it was obscene, the sound of you sliding home wet and filthy.

When you bottomed out, your hips flush against hers, she let out a sob of relief. Her walls fluttered and clenched around every ridge and vein.

“Full,” she breathed, eyes glassy. “So full of you…”

You stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, kissing her slow and deep. Then you began to move—long, powerful strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Sophia’s hands scrabbled at your back, nails digging in as she met your thrusts.

“Harder,” she begged against your mouth. “Want you to ruin me for anyone else. Want this cock to knock me up.”

The words snapped something in you. You drove into her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Each thrust pushed her up the bed. Her breasts bounced beneath the silk, nipples hard and visible. You yanked the slip down, mouth latching onto one, sucking and biting gently as you fucked her.

Sophia cried out, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you there. “Yes—fuck—right there. Breed me, baby. Fill me until it takes.”

You switched to the other breast, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while your cock plunged deep, grinding against her cervix with every stroke. She was soaking you, creamy arousal coating your shaft and dripping down to your balls.

You could feel her getting close already—her walls tightening, her moans climbing higher. You reached between you and rubbed tight circles on her clit.

“Come on my cock, Soph. Let me feel you.”

She shattered with a sharp cry, back bowing, pussy pulsing wildly around you. Her orgasm was long and intense, thighs shaking, slick gushing out around your thrusting cock. You fucked her through it, slower but deep, savoring every flutter.

When she came down, she was even wetter, eyes dazed and adoring.

“More,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. I want your cum.”

You flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was presenting for you. The sight of her like that—ass up, back arched, pussy swollen and leaking—made you throb. You gripped her hips and slid back in with one smooth thrust.

Sophia moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet you. You set a punishing rhythm, the angle letting you hit even deeper. One hand slid up her spine to fist in her hair, the other reaching around to rub her clit again.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy,” you growled against her ear. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum you’ll be dripping for days. Gonna put a baby in you, Sophia.”

She keened, pushing back harder. “Yes—please—want your baby. Want to be swollen with you. Want everyone to know you fucked me so good.”

The words drove you wild. You fucked her harder, the bed creaking, skin slapping. Sophia’s second orgasm hit her like a wave, walls milking you rhythmically. You groaned, burying yourself to the hilt as you came, thick ropes of cum flooding her womb. You kept thrusting through it, pushing your release deeper, making sure it stayed inside.

But you didn’t stop.

You stayed hard inside her, rolling her onto her side, spooning her as you kept fucking her slowly. Your hand cupped her breast, thumb teasing her nipple. Your other hand rested possessively over her lower belly.

“Feel that?” you murmured, lips against her neck. “Feel how deep I am? That’s where our baby’s gonna grow.”

Sophia whimpered, reaching back to grip your thigh. “Don’t pull out. Keep me full.”

You made love to her like that for long minutes—slow, intimate rolls of your hips, kissing her shoulder, her jaw, whispering filthy sweet things. How beautiful she’d look pregnant. How her tits would get fuller. How you’d keep breeding her every day until it took.

She came again, softer this time, a trembling, gasping thing that had her clenching around you beautifully.

You pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back again and push her legs up toward her chest, folding her in half. The new angle made her eyes roll back. You drove in deep, grinding, the head of your cock kissing her cervix with every thrust.

“Look at me, baby.”

Her eyes met yours, glassy and cock-drunk, lips parted on constant little moans.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you told her. “Gonna flood you. Take every drop like the good girl you are.”

Sophia nodded frantically. “Please. Breed me. Make me yours.”

You slammed in one final time and came hard, pulsing deep inside her. Sophia followed right after, her third orgasm ripping through her as she felt you fill her again. Her belly felt warm and heavy with your release.

You stayed buried inside her, collapsing gently over her body. Your mouths met in lazy, sated kisses. Sweat slicked your skin. The room smelled like sex and her perfume.

After a while, you rolled to the side, pulling her on top of you so she could rest her head on your chest. Your cock was still half-hard inside her, keeping your cum plugged deep.

Sophia traced lazy patterns on your skin, humming contentedly.

“I meant it, you know,” she whispered. “I want this. With you.”

You kissed the top of her head, hand stroking down her back to rest over her ass. “Then we’ll keep trying. Every night if you want. Until you’re carrying our baby.”

She shivered happily and clenched around you. “Good. Because I’m still so hungry for you.”

You laughed softly, already feeling yourself harden again inside her warmth. “Insatiable.”

“Only for you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your chest before starting to move her hips again, slow and sensual. “Only ever for you.”

The night stretched on—slow and deep, fast and desperate, tender and filthy. By the time the sky began to lighten outside the windows, Sophia was thoroughly fucked, thighs trembling, pussy swollen and leaking your cum, a dreamy, satisfied smile on her face as she curled into you.

And still whispering, voice hoarse and sweet:

“Again… one more time. Fill me up, baby. I want to feel it drip out of me all day.”

You gave her exactly what she wanted.

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Milf sophia corrupting innocent nerd g!p reader

Where Sophia has a daughter and invited R in their house for a project and then Sophia has taken interest in R. When the daughter leaves to buy a snack for her and R, that's where Sophia makes a move.

Velvet Traps and Innocent Surrender

Pairing: Sophia LaForteza x Nerdy G!P Reader

Warnings: Explicit smut, heavy manipulation and gaslighting, significant age gap (Sophia mid-30s, Reader 18), dubcon/noncon ), naive/innocent reader, MILF seduction, corruption, creampie, oral, fingering, slight size kink, emotional manipulation, light humiliation,

The afternoon light filtered through the sheer curtains of the LaForteza living room, casting soft golden patterns across the hardwood floor. You sat at the wide oak table, laptop open, notes scattered like fallen leaves. Your glasses kept slipping down your nose no matter how many times you pushed them up. Project partners with Mia LaForteza had been nerve-wracking enough— she was popular, confident, the kind of girl who made you feel like a background character in your own life. But being invited to her house? That was another level.

You were the classic nerd: quiet, straight-A, more comfortable with code and textbooks than people. At eighteen, you’d never had a real relationship, never even kissed anyone. Your body was a secret you guarded fiercely— the unexpected gift (or curse) between your legs that made dating feel impossible. You just wanted to finish this group project and disappear back into your dorm room.

“Sweetheart, you look so focused.” Sophia’s voice was warm honey, low and smooth. She leaned against the doorway in a simple silk blouse and fitted jeans that hugged her hips. Mid-thirties, effortlessly stunning— dark wavy hair cascading over one shoulder, full lips curved in a gentle smile, eyes that seemed to see straight through your awkward defenses. Mia’s mom. A mom who looked like she could grace magazine covers.

You swallowed, cheeks heating. “Uh, thanks, Mrs. LaForteza. We’re almost done with the outline.”

“Sophia, please.” She stepped closer, placing a glass of iced tea beside your laptop. Her fingers brushed yours for a second too long. “Mrs. LaForteza makes me feel ancient.”

You laughed nervously. “You’re not ancient. You look… really good.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them. Stupid.

Her smile deepened, something unreadable flickering in her gaze. “Flattery from such a smart, polite girl. I like that.”

Mia groaned from the couch, headphones half-on. “Mom, stop embarrassing my partner. We need snacks. I’m starving and my brain’s fried.”

Sophia glanced at her daughter. “Run to the corner store then, love. Get those chips you like and some drinks. Take your time— traffic’s probably bad.”

Mia rolled her eyes but grabbed her keys. “Fine. Be back in twenty. Don’t bore her to death with mom stories.”

The front door clicked shut. Silence settled, thicker than before.

Sophia didn’t move back to the kitchen. Instead, she slid into the chair beside you, close enough that her knee pressed against yours under the table. “You know, I’ve been watching you these past couple hours. So diligent. So… innocent. It’s refreshing.”

Your heart hammered. “I-I’m just trying to get a good grade.”

“Mmm.” Her hand rested on your thigh, casual at first, then firmer. “Most girls your age are chasing boys, parties, drama. But not you. You’re different. Special.” Her fingers traced slow circles, inching higher. “Tell me, have you ever had someone take care of you? Really take care of you?”

You froze. The touch burned through your jeans. “Sophia… I don’t think—”

“Shh.” She leaned in, breath warm against your ear. Her perfume— something floral and expensive— wrapped around you. “You’re trembling. It’s okay. I see how you look at me. Curious. Scared. Turned on.” Her hand cupped you through your pants, bold and unhurried. She felt the growing hardness there, the secret you’d hidden from everyone. Her eyes widened slightly, then darkened with delight. “Oh… that’s what you’ve been hiding. My sweet little nerd has a big surprise.”

You whimpered, mortified and achingly hard at the same time. “Please… I’ve never… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s exactly why I want you.” Her voice dropped, seductive and commanding. “Mia won’t be back for a while. Let me show you how good it can feel. You deserve it. Don’t you want to feel wanted?”

Manipulation laced every word, delivered so gently it felt like care. You were naive enough to believe the warmth in her eyes. Your body betrayed you— hips twitching into her palm. She kissed you then, slow and deep, tasting like mint and forbidden fruit. Her tongue coaxed yours, patient, teaching. You melted.

She pulled you up, leading you to the couch with firm hands. “Sit. Let Mommy take care of everything.”

The word “Mommy” sent a shameful thrill through you. She knelt between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans with practiced ease. Your cock sprang free— thick, veined, already leaking. Sophia’s eyes gleamed with hunger.

“Beautiful,” she murmured, wrapping her soft hand around the base. “So big for such an innocent girl. Has anyone ever sucked you?”

You shook your head, face burning.

“Good.” She licked a long stripe from base to tip, then swallowed you down in one smooth motion. The wet heat was overwhelming. You moaned loudly, hands fisting the couch cushions. She worked you expertly— hollowed cheeks, swirling tongue, one hand massaging your balls while the other stroked what she couldn’t fit. Gagging softly but never stopping, eyes locked on yours, watching every twitch and gasp.

You came embarrassingly fast, hips jerking as you spilled down her throat. Sophia swallowed every drop, licking her lips with a satisfied hum. “Such a good girl. But we’re not done.”

She stripped you carefully, then herself, revealing full breasts, soft curves, and a trimmed pussy already glistening. Climbing onto your lap, she guided your still-hard cock to her entrance.

“Wait— condom?” you gasped, mind hazy but responsible.

Sophia smiled sweetly, sinking down an inch. “I’m on the pill, baby. It’s fine. I want to feel all of you. Trust me.”

You did. You were too overwhelmed, too desperate to question the beautiful woman riding you. She took you to the hilt in one smooth glide, moaning low. “Fuck, you’re stretching me so perfectly. My innocent little nerd with this fat cock… made for Mommy.”

The rhythm started slow, her hips rolling like waves. She kissed you deeply, whispering praises: “So smart… so kind… no one else sees how special you are… I do.” Her walls clenched around you, hot and slick. You thrust up instinctively, hands on her hips.

She rode you harder, breasts bouncing, nipples brushing your chest. “Tell me you want this. Tell Mommy you need her.”

“I… I need you,” you whimpered, lost in sensation.

“That’s right.” She ground her clit against your pelvis, chasing her own pleasure. When she came, it was with a shuddering cry, milking your cock. You followed seconds later, pumping deep inside her with no barrier.

But she didn’t stop. She kept you inside, rocking gently, whispering how perfect it felt, how no one had ever filled her like this. How she’d been lonely, how you were her secret now.

You came twice more before the front door sounded. Sophia quickly cleaned you up, helped you dress, and kissed your forehead. “Our little secret. Come back tomorrow. For the project… and more.”

The “project” became your excuse. Over the next two weeks, you visited almost daily. Sophia manipulated with surgical precision. She’d text you sweet messages during class: Missing my good girl. Can’t stop thinking about how you filled me. She’d pull you into her bedroom while Mia was at practice or out with friends, teaching you how to eat her out until your jaw ached and her thighs clamped around your head.

“You’re so eager to please,” she’d coo, fingers in your hair. “Most girls your age are selfish. But you… you were made for this. Made for me.”

You fell deeper. She listened to your insecurities— fear of the future, pressure from parents, your confusion about your body. She made you feel seen, desired, adult. Every time you hesitated about going raw, she’d reassure you softly: “I got tested, baby. And the pill is perfect. Don’t you trust how good we feel together? You don’t want anything between us, do you?”

You didn’t.

One evening, after Mia left for a sleepover, Sophia took you to her bed. Candles flickered. She rode you reverse cowgirl first, letting you watch her ass bounce, then flipped to face you, pinning your wrists.

“I’m ovulating, sweetheart,” she whispered, sinking down. It wasn’t true— or maybe it was. You didn’t know. “It feels so intense. Fill me up. I want to feel it leak out of me all night.”

You tried to pull out at the last second. “Sophia— I don’t want kids. I’m too young. We can’t—”

Her eyes softened with fake understanding, but her hips slammed down harder. “Shh, I know. I’m on the pill. Just let go. Trust Mommy. I’d never trap you. You’re my good girl.”

The lie tasted sweet. You came harder than ever, flooding her womb while she kissed you through it, clenching deliberately to keep every drop inside. Afterward, she held you close, stroking your hair. “See? Perfect. No accidents. Just us.”

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Can you pls do street fighter buff g!p reader! x popular! bratty ningning or dani

(I kinda have weak hero and bloodhounds in mind as my reference)

After the Bell

Pairing: Buff Street Fighter x Popular Brat Dani

Warnings: Explicit smut, rough sex, size kink, brat taming, breeding, belly bulge, semi-public risk, strong language, dirty talk, overstimulation

The underground circuit in Seoul pulsed like a living thing—crowds screaming, lights cutting through the haze of sweat and smoke. You’d just finished another match, muscles pumped and burning, the kind of win that left your body humming with leftover power. Broad shoulders rolled under your tank top, thick arms veined from the effort, thighs straining the seams of your shorts. The crowd loved the contrast: you, built like a tank, quiet and focused, against the flashy types who danced for the cameras.

Dani was the queen of that scene. Highlighted hair always perfect, cropped tops showing off her toned midriff, and that mouth that never shut up. She’d spent the week hyping the rivalry on every platform—calling your style “brute force for people with no brain,” posing with her sponsors while batting lashes at the fans. The comments ate it up. She was popular for a reason: sharp tongue, sharper looks, and an attitude that made people want to either cheer or shut her up.

You found her in the fighters’ lounge after hours, door half-propped like she owned the place. She was scrolling her phone on the couch, legs crossed, tiny shorts riding up. The smirk hit the second she saw you.

“Back for more? Thought you’d be icing those slow punches by now.” Her voice dripped honeyed venom, eyes flicking over your frame like she was sizing up a challenge she already knew she’d win in the public eye.

You locked the door. The click cut through the muffled bass from the arena. “You talk a lot for someone who tapped out in the exhibition last month.”

Dani laughed, light and mocking, tossing her phone aside. “Please. That was charity work. You hit like a truck but you’ve got the personality of a brick wall. Fans only show up for me.”

She stood, sauntering closer, all hips and attitude. Close enough that you caught the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the post-show glow on her skin. Your blood was still up from the fight, cock already thickening heavily against the tight compression layer you wore. Nine inches of thick, veined weight that didn’t hide well when it got interested.

You moved before she could fire off another line, big hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush. She gasped—sharp, surprised—but recovered fast, shoving at your chest even as her nipples peaked under the thin fabric.

“Get off me, meathead. I’m not one of your ring bunnies.”

“Yeah?” You backed her against the wall, thigh slotting between hers. “Then why are you soaked already?”

Her cheeks flushed but the brat didn’t fold. “Wishful thinking. You couldn’t handle me if you tried.”

You kissed her hard, swallowing the rest of her taunt. She bit your lip in retaliation, hands fisting your tank top. The struggle only made you harder. You spun her around, pressing her front to the wall, yanking those tiny shorts down in one motion. No panties. She pushed her ass back against you anyway, grinding like she still thought she was in control.

“Fuck you,” she hissed, but her voice cracked when your fingers slid between her legs, finding her dripping.

You freed yourself, heavy cock slapping against her ass cheek. Thick enough that her thighs instinctively pressed together at the feel. You rubbed the fat head along her slit, teasing, coating it in her slick.

“Still running your mouth?”

“Always,” she shot back, looking over her shoulder with fire in her eyes. “Gonna do something about it or just stand there flexing?”

You thrust in—deep, relentless, one smooth stroke that buried half your length before her walls clamped down. Dani moaned loud, forehead pressing to the wall, fingers scrabbling for purchase. The stretch was obscene; you could see the way her body adjusted, pussy gripping every inch as you worked deeper.

“Shit—slow down, you’re too fucking big—”

You didn’t. You gave her another inch, then another, until your hips met her ass and the visible bulge pressed low in her belly. That was the thing that always got to you—the way her slim frame took you, the outline of your cock so clear under her skin when you bottomed out. You pulled back slow, watching it disappear, then drove in again, harder. The bulge shifted with every thrust.

Dani’s bratty edge frayed fast. “Ah—fuck, wait—god, you’re splitting me—”

But she pushed back to meet you, ass rippling with the impact. You gripped her hips, pulling her onto you in rhythm—powerful, controlled strokes that used every ounce of your built strength. The wet sounds filled the lounge: skin on skin, her slick coating your shaft, dripping down her thighs.

You reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles. She came the first time with a broken curse, pussy fluttering wildly around you, walls milking every inch. You didn’t stop. You fucked her through it, chasing that visual again—the way her stomach rounded slightly each time you sank deep.

“Still think I hit like a truck?” you growled against her ear, teeth grazing the shell.

“Shut up and—nh—harder, asshole.”

You gave her harder. You lifted one of her legs, opening her wider, pounding in at a new angle that made the bulge even more pronounced. Dani’s moans turned hoarse, her usual sharp comebacks dissolving into gasps and whines. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with yours where your chest pressed to her back.

After her second orgasm you pulled out, ignoring her protesting whimper, and carried her to the couch. She looked wrecked already—hair messy, lips swollen, thighs shiny. You sat and pulled her onto your lap facing you, guiding her back down onto your cock. Gravity did the rest; she sank fully, the bulge reappearing high in her abdomen.

“Look down,” you murmured, voice rough. “See what i do to you”

Dani did, biting her lip at the sight. Her hands pressed over the outline, feeling you throb inside her. The brat came back for a second. “Cocky bastard. Think this makes you special?”

You thrust up hard, bouncing her on your lap. “It makes you full.”

She rode you like that, hands braced on your broad shoulders, nails digging into muscle. Every rise and fall made her tits bounce under her top until you yanked it off, sucking a nipple into your mouth. Your hands spanned her waist easily, guiding the pace—faster, deeper. The bulge never fully faded.

The risk of it all—the unlocked door, the distant noise of the arena—added an edge. Anyone could knock. Dani seemed to thrive on it too, grinding down filthier, whispering taunts between moans. “What if your fans saw their big tough fighter like this? Pussy-drunk over little old me.”

You flipped her onto her back, folding her legs high and wide. The new position let you drive impossibly deeper. Your hips snapped forward, balls slapping wetly against her ass. You kept one hand on her lower belly, pressing down lightly right over the bulge so she could feel every ridge, every vein dragging inside.

Dani squirted suddenly—hot and messy, soaking your abs and the couch. Her eyes rolled back, body shaking, but you kept fucking her through the spasms.

“Too much—fuck, I can’t—”

“You can.” You leaned over her, muscles flexing, pinning her smaller frame completely. “Take every inch like the greedy brat you are.”

She came again, clenching so tight it nearly pulled you over the edge. You held off, savoring the way her body surrendered even while her mouth kept trying to fight.

When you finally let go, the release was heavy—thick ropes painting her insides, pulse after pulse until her belly swelled noticeably fuller. Some leaked out around your cock despite how tightly she gripped you. You stayed buried deep, grinding slow, pushing it further in.

Dani’s chest heaved, eyes hazy but still sparking with attitude. “You came so much I look knocked up. Happy now?”

You kissed her, slower this time, hips still rocking gently. “Not done yet.”

The shower in the back room turned the second round steamier. Hot water cascaded over both of you as you pressed her to the tiles, lifting her easily with one arm under her thigh. Your other hand tangled in her wet hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back.

You slid back inside her cum-slick heat in one thrust. The bulge returned instantly. Dani’s legs locked around your waist, heels digging into your lower back as you fucked her against the wall—deep, possessive strokes that made her tits slide against your chest.

“Still talking shit tomorrow?” you asked, lips brushing her jaw.

“Depends if I can walk,” she shot back, but her voice was breathy, broken by moans.

You made sure she couldn’t. You kept her there until the water started cooling, until she’d come twice more and your second load joined the first, leaking steadily down her legs when you finally set her down.

She tried to sass you again while drying off, but you pulled her back against your chest, cock still half-hard and nestled between her cheeks. The feeling of her warmth around you, even soft, settled something deep.

Back on the couch, you had her on all fours. The third round was lazier but filthier—long, dragging thrusts while you reached under to rub her oversensitive clit. Her arms gave out; she dropped to her elbows, ass still up, taking everything you gave.

Every time she tried a bratty remark you spanked her, leaving handprints that bloomed pink. Not too hard—just enough to make her clench tighter. The visual of your cock disappearing into her, the bulge shifting under her skin, the way her belly felt heavier with your cum—it all built again.

You came a third time, holding her hips flush so nothing escaped. Then you stayed inside, pulling her down to lie on her side with you spooned behind, thick length plugging her full. Your hand rested possessively over the swell of her abdomen.

Dani sighed, exhausted but content, reaching back to thread fingers through your hair. “You’re still an asshole.”

“And you’re still running that mouth.” You nipped her shoulder, rolling your hips once just to hear her whimper. “Guess I’ll have to keep filling it until you learn.”

She laughed softly, the sound almost fond. “Try it, big girl.”

The arena noise had faded. Tomorrow she’d be back on social media, probably posting some cryptic tweet about the rivalry. But tonight, in the quiet lounge, she was soft and full and pressed against you—bratty attitude temporarily tamed by the weight of muscle and the stretch that left her ruined in the best way.

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Hello may I request like a spin off of the movie obsession of G!P reader x Sophia. Where Sophia makes a wish and makes reader be obsessed with her so l they like fuck everywhere

The Willow's Claim

Pairing: G!P Reader x Sophia Laforteza

Warnings: Extremely explicit sexual content (G!P, rough sex, semi-public sex, multiple locations, creampie, oral, anal, possessiveness, light choking/ marking), magical realism/obsession via wish, intense lust bordering on feral need, consensual but overwhelming dynamics, language. Pure filth with atmospheric prose. 18+ only.

The antique shop smelled of dust and forgotten summers. Sophia Laforteza wandered its narrow aisles during a rare free afternoon in the city, fingers trailing over cracked porcelain and yellowed books. A slender branch caught her eye—pale wood, almost glowing, tied with a faded ribbon. The tag read One Wish Willow. Break it. Speak true. Regret nothing.

She laughed under her breath, a soft, self-mocking sound. Her life was choreography, cameras, expectations. What harm in a silly tourist trinket?

At the counter, the old woman’s eyes lingered too long. “Be careful what you wish for, love. Some hungers don’t fade.”

Sophia paid anyway. Outside, under the bruised twilight, she snapped the willow clean in two. The crack echoed like a bone breaking.

“I wish,” she whispered, eyes closing, “that someone would be completely, utterly obsessed with me. The kind that consumes them. The kind they can’t fight.”

The wind shifted. A shiver ran down her spine, hot and electric, settling low in her belly.

Across the street, you felt it hit.

You had known Sophia peripherally—industry events, mutual friends, stolen glances across crowded rooms. She was stunning, yes. Untouchable in that effortless way. But tonight, as your gaze found her on the opposite sidewalk, something primal unlocked inside you.

Your cock hardened instantly, thick and insistent against your thigh, a heavy ache that made your vision tunnel. Every detail sharpened: the way her hair caught the streetlight, the curve of her lips, the subtle sway of her hips as she walked. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was everything. Air. Blood. Reason. Your pulse thundered in your ears, cock leaking steadily into your underwear as obsession flooded your veins like molten steel.

You crossed the street without thought, strides long and purposeful. She turned at the sound of your footsteps, dark eyes meeting yours. Recognition flickered, then widened as she took in your expression—hungry, desperate, reverent.

“You,” you rasped, voice already wrecked.

Sophia’s lips parted. A slow, knowing smile bloomed. The wish had worked. She could feel it in the air between you, thick as smoke. “Me.”

You didn’t ask permission. You took. Your hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and raw need. She melted against you, moaning softly into your mouth, her body fitting perfectly as if carved for this moment. Your free hand gripped her ass, grinding your massive erection against her stomach. She gasped at the size, feeling the heat even through fabric.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Already?”

“Always.” The word tore from you like a confession. “I need you. Now.”

The alley behind the shop was narrow, shadowed, smelling of rain and concrete. You pressed her against the brick wall, mouth devouring hers while your hands shoved her skirt up. No panties. Her pussy was already soaked, folds glistening. The sight made your cock twitch violently.

You dropped to your knees, hiking one of her legs over your shoulder, and buried your face between her thighs. Your tongue licked broad stripes up her slit, savoring the sweet-tart taste of her arousal. Sophia’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, fingers tangling in your hair as you sucked her clit hard, two thick fingers plunging deep into her cunt.

“Oh god—yes, just like that—” Her hips bucked against your face, riding your tongue. You curled your fingers, stroking that spongy spot inside her until her thighs trembled. She came fast and hard, flooding your mouth with slick, crying out into the night.

You stood, freeing your cock in one motion. It sprang out, heavy, veined, the thick head flushed dark and dripping. Sophia’s eyes glazed over with lust. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, stroking reverently. “So fucking big…”

You lifted her, pinning her to the wall, and thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her walls stretched around you, hot and fluttering, gripping like a vice. You fucked her relentlessly—deep, punishing thrusts that slammed her back against the bricks. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely. Her tits bounced free from her top; you latched onto a nipple, biting and sucking while your hips pistoned.

“Mine,” you growled against her skin. “All fucking mine.”

“Yours,” she moaned, nails raking your back. “Fill me up—please—”

You did. With a guttural groan you buried yourself deep and came, thick ropes of cum painting her insides. It leaked out around your cock as you kept thrusting through the orgasm, pushing it deeper. Sophia shattered again, pussy clenching rhythmically, milking every drop.

But it wasn’t enough. The obsession burned hotter.

You barely made it to the car.

In the backseat, tinted windows hiding you from the street, she rode you reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced perfectly on your cock, cheeks rippling with every drop. You gripped her hips, guiding her faster, thumb circling her tight asshole. She reached back, spreading herself for you.

“Want this too?” you asked, voice dark.

“Everything.” She leaned forward, presenting both holes. You pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed the fat head against her ass. Slow at first—inch by thick inch—until you were buried balls-deep in her tight heat. Sophia whimpered, pleasure-pain mixing beautifully. You fucked her ass with long strokes, one hand rubbing her clit, the other wrapped lightly around her throat.

She came screaming your name, ass pulsing around you. You followed, flooding her guts with cum.

Her apartment door had barely closed before you had her bent over the kitchen island. Skirt around her waist, top discarded. You ate her ass messily—tongue fucking into the cum-slick hole while three fingers stretched her pussy. She pushed back greedily, begging for more.

Then you stood and took her again, cock slamming into her cunt from behind. The counter creaked under the force. You reached around, pinching her nipples, biting her shoulder hard enough to bruise. “Can’t stop. Need you full of me. Leaking me for days.”

“Yes—fuck, breed me—” The dirty words from her perfect mouth sent you spiraling. You came again, so much cum it gushed out when you pulled free, running down her thighs in creamy rivulets.

You carried her to the bedroom, but the bed was only one stop. Against the window overlooking the glittering city, you fucked her standing, her breasts pressed to the cool glass. Anyone looking up might have seen her silhouette writhing in ecstasy. You didn’t care. The world could watch you claim her.

In the shower, water cascading over sweat-slick bodies, she dropped to her knees and took you down her throat. You fucked her face gently at first, then harder, balls slapping her chin as she gagged and drooled. Tears of pleasure streaked her cheeks. You pulled out and painted her face and tits with cum before rinsing her clean and bending her over to take her ass again under the spray.

Hours blurred. The obsession didn’t let you rest. You woke her in the middle of the night with your mouth on her pussy, licking slow and worshipful until she came awake moaning. Then you slid into her from behind, spooning, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit while the other held her close. Slow, deep grinds that built until you both shattered.

By morning, the sheets were ruined, her body marked with hickeys, bite prints, and the sticky evidence of your repeated claims. Sophia traced a finger through the cum still leaking from her well-fucked holes, bringing it to her lips with a satisfied hum.

“You’re really obsessed, huh?” she teased, voice husky.

You pulled her on top of you, cock sliding back into her cum-soaked pussy with ease. “You wished for this. Now you’re stuck with me. Every day. Every night. Every fucking surface.”

She rolled her hips, riding you slow and sensual, eyes locked on yours. “Good. I wanted consumed. I wanted this.”

The wish had twisted something inside you into pure, unrelenting hunger. But Sophia met it with equal fire—kissing you deeply as she ground down, taking every inch. Your hands roamed her body like you were memorizing it for eternity. You flipped her onto her back, legs over your shoulders, folding her in half to pound her into the mattress. The headboard slammed rhythmically. Her screams echoed.

You came together, her walls fluttering wildly as you pumped her full once more.

They say wishes have consequences. In this case, the consequence was bliss.

You took her everywhere that week—elevator, rooftop again under the stars, the back row of a near-empty theater during a late screening (her hand over your mouth to stifle your groans as she jerked you off then straddled you). In the studio after hours, bent over the mixing board while the city lights blinked below.

The obsession never faded. It evolved—into something deeper, rawer. You worshipped her in every way: tongue, fingers, cock, words whispered against sweat-slick skin. Sophia bloomed under it, powerful and adored, her wish granting her the kind of devotion most only dream of.

And when the high quieted into something steady, it remained. You were hers. Completely. Irrevocably.

The willow had delivered exactly what she asked for.

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Hi hi may I request g!p reader x bratty Sophia where they fucked in the fitting room

Velvet and Ruin

Pairing: g!p Reader x Bratty!Sophia Laforteza

Warnings: Explicit NSFW, rough primal sex, mirror sex, semi-public sex (fitting room), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, brat taming, dirty talk, possessiveness, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, marking, strong language, pure filth

The velvet curtain whispered shut behind you like a conspirator in sin, sealing the narrow fitting room in a cocoon of dim, golden light. Mirrors on three sides reflected infinite versions of you and Sophia—her lithe frame pressed against the mirrored wall, your taller silhouette looming like a shadow given hunger. The air was thick with the scent of new fabric, her vanilla perfume, and the faint, unmistakable musk of arousal already blooming between you.

Sophia Laforteza looked every inch the spoiled little brat she loved to play. The designer dress she’d insisted on trying—something dangerously short, silk clinging to the swell of her hips and the pert curve of her breasts—had ridden up just enough to reveal the lace edge of her panties. She smirked at you through the mirror, dark eyes glittering with challenge.

“See something you like?” Her voice was honey over broken glass. She arched her back slightly, pushing her ass back against the growing bulge in your pants. “Or are you just going to stand there staring like a perv while I decide if this dress is worth the price tag?”

You didn’t answer with words. Your hand shot out, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip, yanking her flush against you. The contact drew a sharp, delighted gasp from her throat.

“Careful,” she purred, even as her body betrayed her, grinding back with shameless need. “Someone might hear us. Wouldn’t want to get kicked out before I make you lose control…”

That was the game. Sophia lived to push, to tease, to brat until your patience snapped and you reminded her exactly who she belonged to. Today, in this cramped, too-public fitting room, she was playing with fire.

Your free hand slid up her thigh, beneath the hem of the dress, fingers brushing the damp heat already soaking through her lace. “You’re soaked,” you growled against her ear, voice low and rough. “Been thinking about this since we left the house, haven’t you? Little slut pretending to shop when all you wanted was my cock splitting you open.”

She laughed—breathless, defiant. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you try so hard not to bend me over in public.” Her hand reached back, palming the thick ridge of your cock through your pants, squeezing with expert pressure. “God, you’re already so hard. Poor thing. Does my teasing get you this desperate?”

The primal urge surged through you like wildfire. You spun her around, crowding her against the mirror so her breasts pressed flat to the cool glass. Your mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw possession. Sophia moaned into it, nails raking down your chest as she tugged at your shirt.

Clothes became obstacles. Yours were shoved aside with frantic hands; hers were hiked up and pulled aside. The dress stayed on—half-zipped, straps slipping off her shoulders—because there was something filthy and perfect about fucking her in it, like claiming her right in the middle of her little performance.

You dropped to your knees, yanking her panties down her thighs. Sophia’s breath hitched as you buried your face between her legs, tongue dragging through her slick folds with hungry, obscene sounds. She tasted like sin and sweetness, her thighs trembling around your ears.

“Fuck—yes—” She bit her lip hard, one hand fisting in your hair, the other braced against the mirror. “Just like that—don’t you dare stop—”

You devoured her. No mercy, no teasing. Your tongue fucked into her dripping cunt while your thumb circled her swollen clit. Sophia’s bratty mouth dissolved into whimpers and broken curses, hips rocking desperately against your face. When you sucked her clit between your lips and growled, the vibration sent her spiraling.

She came hard, thighs clamping around your head, a strangled moan escaping despite her efforts to stay quiet. You lapped up every drop, greedy, until her legs shook.

Rising, you spun her again, pressing her front to the mirror. Your cock—thick, veined, aching—slid between her thighs, gliding along her soaked pussy. The head nudged her entrance, teasing.

Sophia pushed back impatiently. “Stop fucking teasing and give it to me. I need you—now.”

You gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and thrust in.

One brutal, claiming stroke buried you to the hilt inside her tight, fluttering heat. No condom. The thought flickered through your mind for half a second—protection, safety, the rules you usually followed—and then vanished, consumed by the raw, velvet grip of her cunt around your bare cock.

“Fuck,” you snarled, forehead dropping to her shoulder. She felt impossibly good. Hot. Wet. Perfect.

Sophia’s eyes flew open in the mirror, meeting yours with wild, lust-drunk realization. “You’re—oh god, you’re inside me raw—” A shudder wracked her body. Instead of protest, her walls clenched greedily around you. “Don’t you dare pull out. Fill me up. I want to feel every inch.”

The primal switch flipped completely.

You fucked her like an animal. Deep, punishing strokes that slammed her against the mirror with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the small space. Sophia’s breath fogged the glass, her cheek pressed to it, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as you railed her.

“Look at yourself,” you growled, fisting her hair to lift her head. “Look how fucking pretty you are getting ruined.”

She obeyed, eyes glassy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. The dress clung to her sweat-damp skin. Every thrust made her breasts bounce, nipples hard against the silk. Your cock disappeared inside her again and again, stretching her open, dragging along that sweet spot that made her keen.

“So deep—fuck, you’re so deep—” she babbled, voice hoarse. “Harder. Break me. I want to feel you for days.”

You gave her exactly what she begged for. Your hips snapped forward with savage force, balls slapping against her clit. One hand snaked around to rub tight circles over her swollen nub while the other kept her pinned. The fitting room filled with the filthy symphony of her dripping pussy taking every inch of your thick cock.

Primal sounds tore from your throat—growls, curses, her name like a prayer and a curse at once. Sophia’s bratty fire had burned away into pure, desperate submission. She pushed back to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure only you could give her.

“I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum again—” Her voice cracked.

“Then cum,” you commanded, teeth sinking into the junction of her neck and shoulder. “Cum on my cock like the greedy little slut you are.”

She shattered. Her cunt spasmed violently around you, milking your length in rhythmic waves. A broken, high-pitched moan escaped her before you clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound as her whole body convulsed in ecstasy.

The feeling of her pulsing around your bare cock was too much. Your rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as the coil in your gut tightened unbearably.

“Sophia—fuck—I’m close—”

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, dark and wicked even through the haze of orgasm. She clenched deliberately around you. “Inside. Cum inside me. I want it. Give me everything.”

No pulling out. No protection. Just raw, animal need.

You buried yourself as deep as you could go and let go. Pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful spurts, painting her insides white. You kept thrusting through it, fucking your seed deeper into her, marking her in the most primal way possible.

Sophia whimpered at the sensation, another smaller orgasm rippling through her at the feeling of being so thoroughly filled.

For long moments, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the faint drip of your combined fluids down her thighs.

Slowly, reality crept back in. You stayed buried inside her, softening but unwilling to leave the perfect heat of her body. Your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against your chest in a rare moment of tenderness after the storm.

Sophia’s voice was soft, wrecked, and still a little bratty. “We… we forgot the condom.”

You huffed a laugh against her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Yeah. We did.”

She smiled, lazy and sated, reaching back to thread her fingers through your hair. “Good. I liked it. Felt… right.” A mischievous glint returned to her eyes. “Though if you knock me up in a fitting room, I’m making you buy me a whole new wardrobe.”

You groaned, nipping at her earlobe. “Brat.”

“Your brat,” she corrected, squeezing around your cock where it still rested inside her. “And you love it.”

You did. God help you, you did.

The two of you stayed like that for a while longer—connected, breathing each other in, the mirrors reflecting a thousand versions of two people who had just crossed a dangerous, delicious line. Outside, the store continued its quiet hum of commerce, oblivious to the raw, primal claiming that had just taken place behind the velvet curtain.

When you finally pulled out, a thick trickle of your cum followed, running down her thigh. Sophia caught some on her fingers and brought it to her lips, tasting you with a wicked little hum.

“Next time,” she whispered, turning in your arms to kiss you slow and deep, “we’re doing this in the lingerie section.”

You laughed darkly, already feeling the hunger stir again.

With Sophia Laforteza, there was never just one time.

There was only the next.

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SWIMˎˊ˗ "so hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim"

Lifeguard! Megan x fuckboy g!p reader

Warnings: groping, praise kink, breast sucking, fingering, body worship, p in v, unprotected sex, porn with plot, etc

Author's note: mhmjmgjgm I love Megan meiyok skiendiel. This took longer than what I expected since I tried to not end it abruptly but I hope y'all enjoy it

undersscores

can i request sleepy puppy reader eating out megan while she gives r head scratches

˖ ࣪⊹ megan skiendiel x f!reader

w/c: 0.9k

tags: puppy reader (hybrid) / oral (m recieving) / praise

a/n: short filler fic ig idk man. also, not proofread.. AGAIN. i’m sorry, i cba w proofreading.

you were half-asleep already, breathing deep and even, when megan shifted underneath you.

a quiet little sigh left her lips, the kind she made when she was trying not to wake you but couldn’t quite help it.

her fingers found the base of one of your ears and scratched slow, right where it felt best. your ear twitched once, then again,

“puppy,” she murmured, voice low and a little rough from the quiet. “you awake?”

you hummed, not really answering, just pressing yourself closer to her skin which made your tail give one lazy thump against the sheets.

a smile tugged at megan’s mouth, noticeable where her cheek rested against your hair.

slow circles from her nails kept tracing over your skin, sending warmth down your spine and leaving your thoughts soft and hazy.

“i can’t sleep,” she whispered. “been thinking about you all night.”

your eyes cracked open just enough to look up at her. dim light spilled across the room, catching the slight part of her lips and the soft color warming her cheeks. another slow wag thumped your tail against her leg, heavier this time.

a soft laugh brushed past her lips. “there you are,” she murmured, fingers slipped to the back of your neck, thumb smoothing behind your other ear in slow strokes. “c’mere, puppy.”

you didn’t even think about it. sleepy or not, when megan called, you obeyed immediately.

you crawled down her body slow, limbs heavy, nose brushing along her top until you reached the hem. she lifted her hips just enough for you to tug her shorts and panties down her thighs.

megan spread her legs a little wider, one hand staying buried in your hair while the other rested on her stomach. “that’s it, baby. just like that… nice and slow for me.”

you pressed in closer, nuzzling between her thighs first, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin. her breath caught sharply, thighs tensing lightly around your head as she let out a quiet sigh.

you finally dragged your tongue up the length of her in one lazy, unhurried stroke, savoring the warm taste of her. she was already soaked, and the second you got a proper taste, a low, needy sound slipped out of you before you could stop it.

“fuck,” megan breathed. her fingers tightened in your hair, “you always taste me so good when you’re all sleepy like this.”

you hummed against her, the low vibration pulling a sharp twitch from her hips.

your eyes fluttered half-closed as you licked her with long, lazy strokes— dipping your tongue inside her when she rolled her hips forward, then swirling back up to circle her clit whenever her fingers tugged gently at your hair. every time your tongue pressed flat and warm over her clit, her breath would hitch, and she’d scratch a little harder behind your ear.

your tail gave slow, sleepy wags, thumping softly against the mattress. your whole body felt heavy, thoughts drifting in that warm, fuzzy space between sleep and awake, but your mouth kept working— sucking gently, licking, pressing open kisses like you were trying to drink her in.

the taste of her was everywhere now, coating your lips, your chin, the tip of your nose. you loved it. you loved wet she got because of you, how her thighs started to tremble on either side of your head.

she scratched right at the spot that made your eyes flutter, and you whimpered into her, tongue pressing harder on instinct. “yeah? you like when i do that?”

you nodded as best you could, nose brushing her clit. megan let out a low, sweet moan, hips rolling forward to fuck herself on your tongue. you stayed right there for her, pliant and eager— licking steadily when she rocked down, sucking softly on her folds whenever she lingered, giving her clit quick, teasing flicks with the tip of your tongue.

“baby—fuck, right there,” she gasped, the words breaking apart as you whimpered against her again. her nails dragged slowly over your scalp before sliding back to your ears, holding you closer.

you didn’t speed up. you kept that same slow, devoted rhythm, tongue moving steadily as you worked her through every little shudder.

“that’s my puppy. so good for me.” her voice was getting breathier, the words slurring together a little. “gonna cum on your pretty tongue, okay? just keep licking me just like that—”

you dragged your tongue slowly up her folds, broad and flat, before swirling higher and then dipping back down to press inside her again. a soft moan slipped from your lips, the low vibration pulsing against her, and finally sending her over the edge.

megan came with a shaky little cry, hips jerking up once, twice, then grinding slow against your mouth as the waves rolled through her.

you felt her pulse under your tongue, felt her walls flutter around nothing, felt the fresh rush of wetness coat your lips. you kept licking her through it, gentle and steady, drawing it out until she was trembling and tugging weakly at your ear.

“baby—baby, come here,” she panted, voice all soft and wrecked.

you crawled back up her body slowly, ears drooping with how tired and satisfied you felt. she pulled you down into a lazy kiss, tasting herself on your tongue, and hummed happily against your mouth.

her hand found your ear again, scratching slow and gentle while she kissed you. “such a good puppy,” she whispered between kisses. “made me feel so nice.“

your tail wagged hard enough to thump against her thigh. you nuzzled into her neck, eyes already slipping shut again, the taste of her still thick on your tongue. megan kept petting you, fingers never stopping their slow, soothing scratches, and you melted completely against her, tail still giving the occasional happy flick.

a/n: you can tell when i write my fics while being half asleep bcs i keep reusing the same freaking words. also why does my writing suck so bad lately i can’t do this anymore guys i fell off 💔

viviundead

hedonist

✧ pairing: princess!megan x knight!reader

you were megan's sworn knight. your role was to guard her. but when she asks more of you, you can not help but drop all sense of propriety and obey her command. she is the princess after all.

✧ a/n: okay guys first post on this acc im feeling kinda nervvyy this took ages to cuz i had to channel that old english energy and pull some capacious vocabulary out my ass anywayss enjoy :3

✧ wc: 5.1k ✧ status: completed

✧ tags: dom bottom!megan, service top sub!femreader, porn WITH plot, set in late medievalish england (not historically accurate), power dynamics, making out, cunnilingus, fingering, mirror sex

baechrys

i love how u write! i was thinking u could do megan (receiving) x reader one night while playing videogames together they start to get touchy and lead to ykw..👀

content requested oral sex (m receiving) vaginal fingering (m receiving) (used this as an opportunity to nerd out a little about overwatch sorry 😖) sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations! MDNI not proof read! plz comment if u see any mistakes, thank you!

the evening had started off as most do recently, you and megan sitting on her bed, playing some sort of game on her tv and tonight the choice was overwatch. this had become sort of a routine between you, you'd do your rehearsals and shows and livestreams but the day always ended the same.

and obviously, tonight was no different.

"oh my fuck!" you shout in frustration after dying, again. "our tank is so shit! you can't just charge in to a 1v5 and expect me to heal you!" you ramble on, obviously annoyed.

megan simply laughs next to you at your annoyance, i mean, you are right, the tank is horrendous and the team comp makes no sense and the enemy team was like 10x better. you had already lost the match just when it started.

this continues on for about 30 more minutes before you sigh, putting your controller down in frustration. "i dont wanna play anymore" you mumble in frustration, resting your head against megans shoulder, your hand finding megans thigh, hand resting motionless.

your hand moves to her inner thigh, rubbing up and down.

she looks down at your head on her shoulder, before leaning down and kissing you, abandoning her controller on the bed next to her so she can cup your face.

as the kiss deepens, one of her hand slowly moves down your chest, about to cup your breast before you pull away from the kiss, stopping her.

"wait, keep playing mei, let me take care of you" you mumble, grabbing her wrist to stop her. slowly, you move down from the bed to the floor, now kneeling in front of her, hands on her knees. "but-" she stammers out, obviously nervous.

"relax. just keep playing as if im not here" you smile up at her almost to innocently for the situation. she smiles a little nervously back down at you before picking the controller back up.

your hands find her waist, pulling her sweatpants down to her ankles. her breath hitches, but it seems shes still doing as you ask.

you can see the wet patch forming on her boxers. "minecraft boxers?" you ask with a laugh causing her to blush "shut up! they are my favourite boxers, thank you very much!" she almost barks back in fake defense, also laughing lightly.

but suddenly, you lean most in between her legs and slowly lick up her clothed pussy, causing her breath to hitch and her hips to push up slightly into you. "focus on the game, mei." you mumble against her, causing her to continue to play but with trembling hands.

after a few more slow teasing licks over her clothed pussy, you finally but teasingly slowly pull down her boxers, letting them join her sweatpants at her ankles.

its beautiful to say the least, clean shaven and little dripping wet with want. just for you.

then, you slowly lick up her pussy, the same why you did when her boxers were still on. she gasps, her hips thrusting into your mouth. you lick once more, creating the same reaction.

slowly but surely, you keep working at her until shes somehow even wetter. so, you lean your hand up, adding two fingers into your now almost frantic licks in and out of her tight hole. she's gasping and moaning almost pornographically above you, controller forgot next to her on the bed as her hand finds the back of you head, pushing your head deeper in between her legs.

"fuck fuck fuck-" she moans out repeatedly, her hips thrusting in the rhythm of your tongue and fingers. "just like that- fuck!"

her hand grasping your hair is almost painful, but you choose to ignore it, focused completely on pleasuring her. almost pussy drunk.

"im so close-! god-" she moans out, before she gasps and then huffs, head thrown back. her walls squeeze around your tongue and fingers, pulsing with pleasure. but, you don't stop moving, fucking her through her orgasm before slowly coming to a stop.

you chuckle softly as you rest your cheek again her thigh, pulling your fingers slowly out of her before wiping them on your shirt. you look up at her as her fingers in your hair turns from desperate grasping to gentle touching, letting her play with your hair.

"did you win?" you ask innocently, smiling up at her.

"oh my god, shut up!"

seannify

Would love some Daniela headcanons similar to the ones you did for Sophia and Manon, I lowkey think she'd be a really needy and whiny one as opposed to ultra dominant like how everyone seems to think but I'm interested in your takes 👀

I know many people think Daniela is dominant in bed, but for me, I think she's just very vocal and leaning towards a dom bottom that loves being pampered like Manon

Expanding about Daniela being vocal, in my opinion she would just tell you what her likes and dislikes while having intercourse

My girl absolutely rides wild, she puts her hips to work when riding you and she doesn't stop until you've given her everything

On the contrary, I don't think she'd enjoy oral that much, from what I think, she'd enjoy fingering, groping, dry humping more than oral

When she does oral, she'd definitely give you a mind-blowing experience that makes it worth a while

I think she also has a very sensitive neck, everytime you kiss her neck, either she'll be ticklish or aroused

Kissing her would definitely make your mind melt because she won't let you breathe and she'd stuffed your mouth with her tongue. Maybe she would enjoy spit-play

Daniela def has whiny moans, can't stay still for the love of God, and also can't shut up. She's someone who isn't afraid to show you how good you make her feel

I know this girl would enjoy spanking, she'd tease you and act coy just so you'd spank her

Will definitely speak in Spanish to arouse you.

Also loves dirty talk with mild degradation

Also has praise kink

Would be into choking as well

And to finish this off I think her fave position is prone bone

98oceans

⠀﹕ SUBJECT: SORRY 𓏏𓏏 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝒮ophia ℒaforteza

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 ) 𖹭 sophia laforteza x f!reader ⠀⠀ ✴︎ fluff, crack ── email style fic. mentions and implications of an argument. reader is pissed. sophia is very sorry. the other girls are sophia’s wingwomen. english and slight tagalog. wlw. reader is written intentionally to be fem(me) presenting. best viewed on light mode! ৴ word count: 1.9k ৴ ( masterlist )

getting into a really dumb argument with your girlfriend, sophia, where she, despite her mature and calm nature, decided to be anything but—not taking you seriously until she realized her messages were no longer sending—cue her checking all of your accounts on almost any platform to exist, and realizing that—like her number—you’d blocked her on everywhere else, too .

From : [email protected] Subject : Unblock me (please)

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limited edition delicacy .ᐟ.ᐟ blurb

Vampire! reader x Megan

Warnings: cunnilingus, cum eating, blood sucking (yes period blood)

Authors note: the answer to do vampires drink period blood is based on you— you either say yes or no, vampires are fantasy creatures so the answer doesn't really matter that much cuh

seannify

I NEEDDDD MANON’s HC’s PLEASEEEEEE

Sensitive nipples. Would just cum from you sucking them, especially when she has her piercings on

sometimes y'all would share a blunt while fucking when she's riding you

Speaking of blunts, she would love having intoxicated sex cause it makes both of you sooo sensitive

I think Manon is definitely a groaner with very breathy moans like Sophia

Loves it when you tug/pull her hair, def turns her on

Light degradation. In my opinion she would get off with you telling her how she's so pathetically obsessed with you and it would turn her off if the degradation goes overboard

Manon is definitely a dom bottom in a way that she loves getting pampered but is also bossy

She's also one of those girls who's OBSESSED with their lover's scent, in my humble opinion. she would nuzzle her face to the crook of your neck the whole time

I think she would also adore nose kisses, you're thrusting deep inside her and your nose bumps and you just look at each other's eyes is in her top 10 intimate actions

OH AND SHE DEFINITELY LOVES TEASING YOU

seannify

sophia headcannons plssss

Switch

Definitely loves to be talked through it

My girl loves missionary, in my opinion, she would think this is the most intimate position to be in with her partner

ASSURANCE. Praise and assurance is different, for Sophia, I think whispering assurance to her would be better than just praises

She NEEDS to hold your hand at all times

Has a very sensitive back, I think she might be ticklish there lowkey

Everyone thinks this girl would be loud in bed, and they're right. BUT THE MOST ACCURATE WOULD BE SOPHIA HAVING BREATHY MOANS

Definitely another whimperer, she'll definitely pout or take matters into her own hands if she doesn't get what she wants

Wants to be held most of the time, you fucking her won't be enough, she wants you to hold her

Slow, wet kisses with occasional multiple pecks and then back to tongue kissing with a sprinkle of assurance and praise every now and then

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