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r/AmITheAsshole

u/lararaj • 17h • reddit

AITA for exposing my girlfriend?

i (F20) have been with my girlfriend for a few years now, and we’ve been veryveryvery happy.

until last week.

we were having dinner with some friends and the conversation shifted into “who fell first.” before i could say anything or even make a small noise, i see her stupid finger point straight at me with LIGHTNING speed.

everybody nods, nobody defends me.

truthfully, i think she’s projecting. so i decided to sit her down a few days later and tell her she’s a hypocrite and that SHE (!!) is obsessed. i bring up these points:

i mentioned i like a specific candy exactly eight months ago, and now she buys them anytime she passes by the store?

whenever she goes on walks, she texts me a picture of anything she sees outside, whether that’s a bird or a lamp post, because it “reminds her of me.”

anytime we are in group settings, she always ends up standing right next to me. arms brushing and all. i’ve actually tested this one out! i inch away from her sneakily, yet she always latches back onto me.

when i post a photo of myself, she’s always the first person to like it and comments AT LEAST twelve times. like are you just refreshing my page until i post something new? one time, i changed my profile picture and thirty seconds later, she texts me “cute pic btw.”

i rest my case.

however, when i dropped all this on her, she didn’t laugh. her smile dropped after every point i brought up.

she called me ridiculous, psychotic, and asked if i had a job or any hobbies for when she’s not around.

i called her cute and in love with me.

she stormed out and now it’s day 3 of silent treatment (except, every night she forgets to keep up her act and glues herself into my arms until she wakes up the next morning. then, proceeds to act like it didn’t happen and tries to gaslight me into thinking i’m imagining things because i’m the obsessed one).

my friends won’t pick a side because apparently we’re both “embarrassing” so i decided to bring it onto reddit.

so finally, AITA?

EDIT : my girlfriend has found this post. she says i conveniently left out some important details, like the fact that i immediately call her adorable every time she does all of this. she also said that this is further proving her point of me being the obsessed one because i keep a track of every single thing she does.

i disagree.

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daniel_456 • 16h

u the asshole for making us read this.

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unt1ldawn • 15h

i think you just wanted to brag🤨

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user0209_ • 15h

treating your girl like she a lab experiment lemme have her instead

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↳ lararaj OP • 15h

i disliked your comment btw in case you didn’t get the notification.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/meganskiendiel • 19h • reddit

AITA for refusing to move?

so yesterday, my girlfriend and i were having a movie night. just the usual, nothing new.

we’re sitting on the couch and we’re both focusing on the screen, watching whatever’s going on in the scene.

i move to put the volume down since it was too loud and our walls are thin, until i feel something drop on my shoulder.

i would describe it as heavy but she might see this post and kill me.

it was her head, her eyes were closed, clearly sleeping.

at first i thought it was cute, so i made myself comfortable and made sure she kept sleeping on my shoulder, stretching my arms out to reach for the blanket and cover her with it.

minutes passed and the movie ended. my girlfriend’s nap, unfortunately, did not.

i considered moving slightly, but as soon as i did, she somehow pulled me closer and frowned in her sleep.

so i stopped trying and just accepted that i was trapped.

my phone was just out of reach, sitting on the table, taunting me. i could see it but i could not get to it. eventually it died, i started getting thirsty and hungry, and my leg started feeling numb. i even forgot what having a leg felt like.

despite all of this, she looked so peaceful and beautiful laying on my shoulder, it’d be wrong to just wake her up.

so i stayed put.

after a few hours, she finally wakes up and i shoot up to my feet, wobbling to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

instead of thanking me for being her pillow for many, many, many hours, she immediately notices my pain and asks me why i was moving around like an old man desperately in need of a walking stick.

i explained that i haven’t moved this whole time because she was asleep.

she buried her face in her hands when i told her i was hungry and thirsty.

she genuinely got upset and spent the next hour just apologizing, even though this was entirely my decision.

i told her she just looked so comfortable and i couldn’t bring myself to wake her up, but she wasn’t satisfied with that excuse.

she’s currently making me sit on the couch and bringing me whatever i want while, still, angrily telling me to wake her up next time.

i told her it was worth it and i’d do it again.

that made her even more annoyed.

AITA?

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gnarly32 • 19h

you’re on the wrong subreddit??😐

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reddit_user7 • 18h

awww you’re just in love, this is actually really sweet, NTA.

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

no it isn’t. stop encouraging bad decisions. - the gf.

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↳ reddit_user7 • 18h

did you have a good nap though?

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

you’re focusing on the wrong part here - the gf.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/sophialaforteza • 21h • reddit

AITA for embarrassing my girlfriend in public?

my girlfriend thinks i embarrassed her in public, which is a dramatic way to put it, but everyone we know always sides with her.

it’s annoying.

for context (this is important), i haven’t seen my girlfriend ALL day. we were texting of course, but that’s not the same as being physically with her.

i was at the mall with some friends, just walking around and searching through stores for nothing in particular.

and then i saw an angel (my girlfriend).

but she wasn’t next to me, in front of me, or anywhere near me.

i spotted her from the top of the escalator full of people, and she was at the bottom.

not to be dramatic too but everything around me kind of disappeared.

so, obviously i got excited, is that a crime?

before i could stop myself, i yelled out “BABY!” to get her attention and she froze. she looked horrified. i was just really happy to see her.

i know i can be really loud sometimes but she said everyone around me flinched, which has to be an exaggeration. i think only 2 or 16 people turned around.

after i yelled, i also starting waving both of my arms above my head in case she couldn’t see me in the busy mall. she told me i looked like i was trying to swat away a fly?

the first thing she told me once she finally got to me was “why would you do that” and her face was bright red.

i still don’t understand what i did wrong…

she told me i do this every time.

i told her to give me examples.

she listed only 6.

according to her, i nearly ran into a family of four because i was too busy staring at her. i also waved at her and squealed loud enough for her to hear me through a restaurant window one time.

she says i make her want to melt into the floor whenever i do this, like god forbid a girl misses her girlfriend and gets excited to see her again?

she’s laying next to me, peeking at what i’m writing and told me to also add that it gets worse when we have to say goodbye to each other in public.

in her words, i wait until she’s completely out of sight to stop waving with a pout on my face, as if she’s leaving for war.

so, AITA?

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2online • 21h

yes YTA, why are you screaming across the mall to embarrass her??

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

okay but she actually smiled when she saw me

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↳ 2online • 21h

because she’s your girlfriend.

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

yeah she is :))

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luv4cats • 16h

did the journal factory explode?

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/danielaavanzini • 14h • reddit

AITA for not helping my girlfriend?

my girlfriend has a habit of being stubborn when it comes to asking for help.

she makes all simple tasks way more challenging than they need to be.

if she’s carrying eighteen things at once, she won’t let me help, and once one of them falls out of her grip, she just looks me dead in the eyes and says “i got it.”

like today, we were coming home after some grocery shopping and i went to grab the bags out of the trunk. i INSTANTLY feel her nudge me away and say “no, i got it.”

i asked if she was sure and she said yes.

i asked three more times and she just said “daniela,” very firmly.

i took that as a threat so i stepped back and let her handle it because if i asked one more time she would’ve been offended.

impressively, she managed to grab all the bags in one go.

halfway to our house, a bag started slipping from her hand.

then i heard a box of snacks fall to the floor, followed by her very loud and annoyed groan.

i asked if she needed help. again, she said no. she clearly needed it but i let her stay delusional. a second later, we heard something else drop. she asked me what it was, but i didn’t know, i wasn’t allowed to touch anything…

“why is this bag ripping?”

“where are my keys?”

if i tried to answer anything, she would just shush me. there was nothing i could do.

at one point, she stopped walking and i finally thought she would ask for some help, she was holding six grocery bags by three fingers!! she looked overwhelmed but she kept going. the only thing i heard coming from her was “don’t look at me.”

i end up carrying the bags after she finally snaps and admits she needs help, but soon after, she asks me “why were you just standing there and not helping me?”

i try to keep my composure and tell her that she didn’t let me go anywhere near the bags.

she said i could’ve helped but instead i just watched her struggle.

i reminded her that anytime i volunteered to help, she’d shoot lasers out of her eyes at me.

AITA for listening to her and respecting her wishes??

EDIT: she would like everyone to know that the material of the bags was the issue, and if they had been stronger then she’d carry it no problem.

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user5566 • 14h

NTA, your girlfriend sounds exhausting.

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 14h

she is (lovingly)

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soph778 • 13h

so where were her keys

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 13h

in her pocket.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/manonbannerman • 18h • reddit

AITA for laughing at my girlfriend mid-argument?

i’m starting this by saying i love my girlfriend so much.

but right now she’s a little mad at me.

yesterday, my girlfriend tripped over her own shoelace. she’s completely fine but it made me laugh, which is a very normal reaction.

except i kept bringing it up and now she’s fed up.

she would tell me to pass the remote, i would respond by telling her to be careful and not trip again.

she asked me where her charger was, i suggested she might’ve tripped over it.

she said good morning, i asked if she remembered when she fell.

she asked me what the time was, i said it was time for her to watch her step.

as you can imagine, she was tired of hearing it and argued i was incredibly annoying, it made sense. she was telling me she was upset and actually made some good points that i agree with.

i swear i was listening.

but the way she said “i fell ONE time” reminded me of it again and i couldn’t help replaying the scene in my head with photographic memory.

i tried really hard not to laugh again, i looked away, i bit my lip, i even thought about something sad. predictably, i couldn’t hold it in any longer and let a short laugh out.

my girlfriend fell (haha) completely silent.

she asked me if i seriously just laughed, and i shook my head so fast it made everything blur for a second. she tried to keep going but i just kept laughing anytime she would bring it up again.

she got frustrated enough to throw a pillow at me and sat down with her phone pulled out.

i asked what she was doing and she said she’s waiting until i was done and ready to be mature.

she keeps muttering under her breath that laughing in the middle of an argument is very disrespectful.

i just wish she would stop reminding me of it, maybe then we could actually progress instead of me giggling again and sending us back to square one…

AITA? (i already know the answer to this, pls be gentle)

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tommy365 • 18h

YTA, i’d trip u over myself and then we’d see who’s giggling for the next six months

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 18h

MODS BAN THIS GUY

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user298 • 17h

she should plant banana peels everywhere to make YOU fall

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iheartreddit • 16h

you’re the asshole

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 16h

understandable have a nice day

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/jeungyoonchae • 10h • reddit

AITA for missing my girlfriend’s “obvious hints”?

to put it bluntly, my girlfriend spent an entire day flirting with me and i didn’t notice.

she claims the signs were painfully obvious, i claim we were having normal conversations!!

to provide some background, we were spending the day together and she, for some reason, decided this was the perfect time to try (emphasis on try) being romantic.

her first so called “hint” was when she glanced over at me and sighed “i wish someone would cuddle me right now.”

i agreed and said “yeah that sounds nice” and continued doing what i was doing beforehand.

later, she sat closer and said “i would love to hold hands with someone.”

i replied with “i think most people would” and the silence was uncomfortably long after, i guess she didn’t like that one?

then she showed me a cute video of a couple going on a date on her phone and turned to me to say “this is so cute! if only my girlfriend would take me on a date like this.”

i nodded and told her she should communicate with her girlfriend about that (i’m the girlfriend btw).

i think that might’ve been her last straw because she straight up asked “are you actually this oblivious?”

she informed me she had been trying to flirt with me for the last two hours, that made me look around to see who she was talking about…

i don’t know how she expected me to know what she wanted, i’m not a mind reader??

she says she literally told me.

now she’s telling everyone i’m the most oblivious person in the world, i told her to tell me what she wants more clearly next time instead of implying things.

AITA?

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3reddit3 • 10h

read the room

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↳ jeungyoonchae OP • 10h

i did? it was the living room

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xxx_re7 • 8h

…🫩

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gg_reddit9 • 7h

YTA + ur not real

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[deadpoolps]

↬ headcanon ; nerd megan with her emo g!p girlfriend.

*sexual content*

—

nerd megan is the classic overachiever nerd—glasses, cardigans, always carrying like 5 books and color-coded notes. you are the quiet emo kid who sits in the back, headphones on, drawing in your sketchbook and only speaks when forced. you two got paired for a project and the rest is history.

you first got close during an overnight mario kart tournament at the esports club. megan kept destroying everyone with rosalina and you were the only one who could keep up. after you both made it to the finals, she looked at you with wide eyes and whispered “you’re really good…” and you’ve been down bad ever since.

nerd megan is OBSESSED with your hands. like… she stares at the rings, the chipped black nail polish, the veins when you’re holding the controller and get distracted mid-game. sometimes she’ll just grab your hand and put it between her legs without saying anything. she has a whole private note titled “hands” that she will NEVER show anyone

nerd megan is extremely whiny during sex, especially when you’re inside her. she squeezes her eyes shut, voice all high and shaky: “ahh— it’s too big… wait wait— i can’t take it yet…” but the second you slow down she starts whimpering “no— don’t stop, please don’t stop, i need it…”

you’re usually the more dominant one, but megan can get surprisingly bold when she’s horny. she once climbed into your lap while you were playing elden ring, pulled her panties to the side, and sank down on you while whispering “keep playing… i just want to feel you.”

after sex she becomes the clingiest baby ever. she’ll curl up on your chest, still sniffling and trembling, and mumble stuff like “you always make me feel so satisfied… i don’t know how you do that…” while you play with her hair and call her cute.

you two have a secret code during games. if she dies in a boss fight she’ll say “i need healing,” which secretly means she wants you to fuck her. you’ve lost so many ranked matches because of this.

nerd megan has a massive corruption kink. she loves when reader fingers her in the library under the table, or makes her suck them off in the bathroom during lunch. she’ll be bright red and whispering “we’re gonna get caught—” while secretly getting off on the risk

your emo ass has a secret soft spot for megan’s nerdy rants. sometimes you be fucking and megan starts explaining the plot of the book she’s reading and you just keeps thrusting while listening like “yeah? what happens next, baby?”

bonus: you once fucked her on your gaming chair while she was wearing your hoodie and nothing else. she came so hard she knocked over your monitor. you both laughed about it for weeks.

—

a/n ; as you can see its lazy writing, i didn’t even use proper capital.

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JERK! — DANIELA . a

scene : daniela wants to touch something 'tangible' to buss a nut in. Though you're her best friend she wants you.

content warning : tit sucking , jerking off , g!p daniela , Daniela being a pervert , riding , pet names , creampie , fem reader , dirty talk , kissing , hickeys.

author's note : so hey guys 😋 . m.list

Daniela groaned her head dropping back onto her pillows as her tv played some random porn video that she clicked on - the first one that showed up on the website. "F-fuck" she pumped her shaft over and over again the pre-cum dripping from her tip all the way down to her "blue balls.

She but down on the bottom of her lip, "It hurts so m'funkin bad.." her gaze drifted from the tv screen to the photo of you and her on her wall. Her dick twitched at the thought of her bending you over —

"no m'huggfuck." she hummed, "she's my best friend." but her hand didn't stop stroking her length. It got faster, her breathing got heavier and she closed her eyes.

— you were on her bed. Completely bent over as she shoved her whole shaft into you, though she stated that shed put

"only the tip in it pretty" she thought of how'd you moan, whimper, whine her name and ask her to give you her 'babies'.

"s-shit yn." her grip became tighter as she went around the tip of her length. "..oh gosh.. yn.. I'm so m'hard tor you right now." She whined, "wish i could just shove this huge cock into those plumb limps of yours." She kept murmuring to herself, completely clueless of your presence at her door.

You stood there shocked, your mouth dropped - she was moaning your name. Not just moaning, she was clearly imagining herself fucking your mouth and pussy. Though you watched in awe as the wet sounds from her hand moving was clearly drawing your attention away from the clear porn video playing on the tv.

You stood silent your own heat becoming wet from the sight. You considered stepping in or making your presence known or even letting her know you were standing at the door or in the same room as her.

Though as soon as you stepped in an item from her dresser dropped, you froze - daniela's movement slowed as she opened her eyes. You froze standing still as you guys eyes locked together.

Her hazel eyes meeting your brown ones.

However, she didn't stop as her hand continued moving over the tip. "oh fuck." she squeezed her length from the base.

"Are you gonna just stand there and watch me jerk my shit off or are you gonna come here and lemme burry my dick into your pretty pink hole.."

You froze at the vulgar language — "what?"

Daniela sighed— clearly enjoying your reaction, "your basically drooling over my cock pretty, do wanna ride it.?" You nodded subconsciously, biting down on your bottom lips.

"C'mon pretty, my dick don't bite, but my teeth do." Daniela smirked, looking at your tits as you walked over to her bed.

“Are those my joggers..?” She nodded towards the grey sweatpants that you were wearing, it was her you technically ‘borrowed’ it from her this morning when she was at work.

You nodded, “I borrowed them this morning— when you left..” you crawled over to her sitting on your knees between her legs on her bed. “..is that okay..?” you asked tilting your head to the side.

But Daniela was too distracted by your boobs as you talked, she was looking at your nipples that looked to be begging to be freed. You poked her shoulder, “my eyes are up here daniela.”

She looked up to you, smirking, “oh i know pretty — but, i don’t care if you wear my clothes.. your boobs are just so..” she sat up and reached out, her thumb rubbing over your nipple. Your breath hitched.

“Arms up pretty..” you followed arms up in the air as Daniela took off your white tank top. Her mouth came agar, “fuck..” you noticed her dick twitched at your boobs, like she was aching for you.

She cupped your right and left boob. “Just perfect for my hands pretty.. — you fit right into my palms..” she shifted her weigh, patting her lap.

You sat in her lap your clothed heat against her naked heat. “Lemme just taste you..” her mouth lowered to your boobs as your head leaned back whimpering.

She sucked like there was something to get out of your boob. Her tongue traced lines all across your nipple taking in the sweetness of your skin. She sucked on your chest her mouth moving to your neck then back down. Leaving a trail of hickeys across your body.

She then pulled away looking up at you.

“Imma fill you up with my fucking babies yea?” She nodded as you guys locked eyes, you nodded in sync. “..yeah..”

She tugged at the sweatpants, you shimmied to take it off and watched as daniela maundered underneath you so that you could fit her inside you. Her thumb grazed your heat, “oh fuck..you already that soaked for me pretty?”

You nodded, she smacked your ass causing you to whine in response. You giggled as she pulled your panties to the side, she grabbed the base of your cock rubbing it up and down your slick sticky folds. “So gushy fuck...”

You whined, “just.. put it in already..” becoming impossibly pathetically impatient by the moment.

She teased your entrance once more, “woah, i gotta savour this moment pretty.. unless you want me to full this pussy up seven times a week, twenty four hours a day for me..” you didn’t even think about what she said but you nodded anyways, at this point you just wanted daniela deep inside you.

She pushed in owning a moan / groan from the both of you. “S-shit.. ooh you tight as fuck ma.. damn.. just be gripping my shit like.. fuck..” her hands reached your waist as she guided you on how to ride her.

You took her all in and you moved back and forth, wet sounds echoing in her room. “ahh..dani..” she continued to guide you as your hands search for her baggy tee shirt gripping the tee. You looked down letting yourself go.

“Thats it baby, work for that cream pie.. m’fuck..” you felt her thrust into you, your pace quickened — chasing that feeling. “Dani.. dani.. m’close..” you leaned into her hold as she thrusted into you.

“Whose pussy does this belong to?” Daniela asked into your ear, her grip on your waist getting tighter and the skin slapping getting louder.

“Y-yours dani.. all m’yours..” you clenched harder, sucking her straight back in.

She whined, “oh I’m so fucking close, lemme nut in ya, yeah?” Your brain was so foggy you couldn’t recognise what she was asking so you. “I promise ah i’ll buy u.. hmpf’uckk..” she continued to pound into you, “..a plan B..”

You hid your face in her neck shock disagreeing with her rambling. “Mhm..no..i can’t..” but you gripped on daniela’s shirt, you were clenching hard on her cock.

“i wanna cum in you pretty..” she continued to thust into you hitting your cervix completely. “..imma give you mghh my baby.. bring us closer together yea..”

She pulled you in close, “yeah fuck c-cumin ma.. s-shit.. yn.” she thrusted straight up and into you, you clenched down so hard you could feel that one big vein on the aide of her cock.

Your legs shook, moaning into her neck. “hungg daniela..” she thrusted into you letting you ride out your orgasm, “oh gosh.. you really fit me perfectly in that pussy of yours..”

You went limp on her, you head rested in her shoulder. She pulled out causing all the cum to slowly drip out of your hole and onto Daniela’s abdomen. She smirked.

“..so you want a round two..?”

©glocers

[loccki]

Bricks & Bitches — Daniela Avanzini

NEW UPCOMING SERIES [ ON HOLD ]

[ Written & Text messages ]

— #Synopsis ::

You’re the new transfer student who couldn’t care less about cliques, more focused on finishing your Lego builds than impressing anyone. When you casually shut down a jock’s hazing attempt, Daniela Avanzini — the school’s untouchable mean girl — takes notice.

She’s used to boys falling at her feet, not a Lego-obsessed masc girl who doesn’t even look twice at her. Intrigued, she makes it her mission to get your number, even if it means tearing down her own walls.

What starts as teasing and petty power games spirals into stolen kisses, jealousy, and late-night Lego “dates.”

The deeper she pulls you into her orbit, the more Daniela realizes she wants more than just a fling — she wants you. Between rumors, exes, and her fear of losing face, she has to decide if she’s brave enough to love you out loud.

— #Paring :: Daniela Avanzini x Masc g!p Reader

— #Warning :: High school/college AU (18-19), enemies-to-lovers, banter, jealousy, smut, possessiveness, fluff, angst.

— #Taglist :: [ closed ] @bookkeepersnook @buzzinuconn @apollosworld @kianthegirlkisser @skz-xii @wwwlpgs @kristalag @gwscloq @gnavnizi @spiderx18 @dallssi @rdfgfv @sondrsx @ortegalvr @let-zizi-yap @prosnale105 @rockstargabs @loverdanis @meisodanon @levilash @gablmk @devarajah @shhhmyshowson @dreamingst99 @bloobdzedaj @whatsgoignon @jadasmp4 @marvelwomen-simp @variantauxx @iamconfusedrightnow @imasimpfornatashamaximoff

Main Master list

— #Chapters ::

Cha pter 1 :: “Wait who’s that new kid??”

— You transfer to a new school, completely indifferent to its cliques, spending lunch building Legos while everyone else whispers.

Chapter 2 :: “Text me maybe?”

— Daniela tries to embarrass you but only ends up more obsessed when you don’t flinch. She shifts from public games to chasing your attention, pestering you until she gets your number.

Chapter 3 :: “why are you so obsessed with me?”

— Daniela’s obsession with you only grows — she ditches her exes, starts shadowing you around school, and turns every “accidental” encounter into a flirt war.

Chapter 4 :: “So kiss me maybe..?”

— As Daniela’s walls begin to crack, she lets Reader see the truth behind her “mean girl” mask. What starts as small vulnerability turns into full-blown obsession, jealousy, and finally a public fallout when rumors spread across school.

Chapter 5 :: “Me and You”

— As Daniela and you grow closer, playful distractions turn into something real. She flirts her way through study sessions, defends you against her exes, and finally lets her walls down during a late-night Lego build — confessing feelings she never meant to have.

Extra!!

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[phinzi]

001 — 𝓕everish 𝓗eat

ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ 𝓜egan 𝓢kiendiel • 𝓕em r!

smut fluff bigdick!megan mommy kink cockwarming fever sex praise kink size kink 2.4k wc don’t like, don’t read

The world was a hazy, feverish blur, and you were the center of its burning, uncomfortable universe. Every muscle ached, your skin was flushed and clammy, and a dull throb pulsed behind your eyes. You were tucked into bed, surrounded by a fortress of pillows, trying to will your temperature down when Megan appeared in the doorway.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and she was wringing her hands in the hem of her oversized t-shirt. She looked like a kicked puppy, all wide, pleading eyes and restless energy.

"Mommy,” she whispered, her voice already carrying that needy, whiny tone that you knew so well. "Please." 

You cracked one eye open. "Megan, baby, I’m sick. I feel like I’m dying.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry," she rushed out, scurrying to the edge of the bed and dropping to her knees. She rested her chin on the mattress, looking up at you with pure desperation. "But I need you so bad. It hurts, mommy. I feel so empty."

You could already see the prominent bulge straining against the soft fabric of her shorts. She wasn't lying; her body was demanding relief, and her puppy brain had fixated on the only cure it wanted.

"No, Megan. Absolutely not.” you said, your voice firm but weak. "I have a one-hundred-and-two-degree fever. I can’t.”

"Please, please, please" she begged, her voice cracking. She crawled closer, nuzzling her face against your thigh. "I’ll be so good. I’ll be gentle, I swear. I just… I need to feel you. Just for a little while. Ill make you feel good, mommy, l promise."

Her begging was relentless. A stream of "please" and "I need you” and “I’ll be your good girl" that chipped away at your fever-addled resolve. She looked so pathetic, so genuinely desperate, that a twisted sense of pity and affection bloomed in your chest. 

You were too tired to fight her, and a small, selfish part of you was curious. “Fine.” you sighed, the word barely audible. "But if you make me feel worse, this is over. Got it?”

Her face lit up with such pure, unadulterated joy it was almost comical. "Thank you, mommy! Thank you!" She scrambled onto the bed practically tearing her clothes off in her haste. She settled between your legs, her movements clumsy with need. 

Her cock was already rock-hard and leaking, the tip flushed a dark, needy pink. She was always meticulous about her hygiene, and you could see the evidence of it now—she was clean, smooth, and already slick with pre-cum. She lined herself up, her hand shaking slightly as she notched the head at your entrance.

Without waiting for another word, she pushed in, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as your heat enveloped her. Her hips immediately snapped forward, setting a punishing, frantic pace. Her thrusts were fast and sloppy, driven by pure instinct and desperation. The slick glide of her was almost frictionless, her dick sliding in and out of you with wet, hurried sounds that filled the quiet room. But the fever had turned every nerve ending in your body into a live wire. Each hard, quick thrust sent a jolt of sharp, overwhelming sensitivity through you. It was too much.

"Megan, stop,” you gasped, your hand flying to her hip to still her. "Slow down. Puppy, you have to slow down.” 

She froze immediately, her eyes wide with panic. "What? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, but you're going to,” you said, your voice strained. "I’m a hundred times more sensitive right now. You can't fuck me like a jackrabbit. If you can't behave, we stop right now." Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked utterly devastated. "I'm sorry, mommy. I’m so sorry. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good."

You softened your expression, cupping her cheek. "I know you will, baby. Just… slow. Deep and slow. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded vigorously, her bottom lip trembling. She leaned down and pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly. With a shaky breath, she began to move again.

The change was immediate. Her frantic energy melted away, replaced by a careful, controlled roll of her hips. She pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, a single, deep, deliberate thrust that stole the air from your lungs. The slow drag of her cock against your sensitive walls was intoxicating. It was still intense, but not it was a deep, simmering pleasure instead of a sharp shock.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, burying her face in the crook of your neck. “Mommy… you feel so much hotter. You’re burning up.”

Her words were muffled against your skin, her breath hot and damp. She was addicted. You could feel it in the way her body trembled against yours, in the reverent way she moved. This was a new kind of high for her—your feverish heat, your heightened sensitivity. It was a drug, and she was completely hooked.

She wanted to be a soft little dom puppy, to take care of you while taking her pleasure, but she was terrified of overstepping. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you like a vice. Her grip was tight, almost desperate, as if she was afraid you’d vanish if she let go. It was a silent plea: please don’t take this away from me.

“You feel so good,” she slurred against your neck, her voice thick with emotion and lust. “So, so good, mommy. I love you.”

She continued her slow, deep thrusts, each one a worshipful act. She was lost in the feeling, lost in you, and for the first time all day, the burning fever didn’t feel quite bad.

The fever haze thickened, blurring the edges of the room into a soft, indistinct glow. All that was real was the weight of Megan on top of you, the slow, deep rhythm of her hips, and the intoxicating, searing heat where your bodies joined. Each deliberate thrust was a sense of pleasure that washed over you, making your toes curl and your breath hitch.

She was being so good, so careful. Her movements were a stark contrast to the frantic desperation from moments ago. Now, every roll of her hips was measured, every push deep and intentional. She was savoring it, savoring you.

“Mommy,” she breathed, her voice a reverent whisper against your sweat-damp skin. “You’re so hot. So tight. It’s so much better..”

Her admission sent a fresh jolt of arousal through you. The idea that your sickness, your fever, was heightening her pleasure was intoxicating. She wasn’t just fucking you, she was worshiping this altered state of your body.

She shifted her weight, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at you. Her eyes were dark, blown wide with a mix of love, lust, and something that looked suspiciously like addiction. Her hair was stuck to her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. She was the picture of a desperate, devoted puppy.

“Can I… can I go a little deeper?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Please, mommy? I just want to feel all of you.”

You nodded, unable to form words, and she let out a shaky sigh of relief. She adjusted her angle, and the next thrust was impossibly deeper, the head of her cock pressing against a spot inside you that made you see stars. A loud, broken moan escaped your lips.

“Yeah? Right there?” she asked, a hint of her old confidence returning. She did it again, grinding into you, and your back arched off the bed. “You like that, mommy? You like when I fill you up?” 

Her praise was a balm to your feverish soul. “Ngh.. yes, puppy.. right there. Don’t stop.”

“Never,” she promised, her voice thick with emotion. She began a steady, deep grinding motion, keeping that perfect pressure against your most sensitive spot. Her free hand came up to cup your breast, her thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. The touch was electric, another spark on the already burning fire of your sensitivity.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her gaze soft and possessive. “So beautiful. All flushed and sweaty for me. My mommy…”

Her words were your undoing. The combination of her deep, steady rhythm, the targeted pressure, and her loving, filthy praise sent you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm crushed through you with the force of a tidal wave, your body clamping down around her as you cried out her name.

“oh baby! fuckngh..yes..”

Your release was all it took to push her over. With a loud, guttural moan, she buried herself as deep as she could go, her whole body tensing as she spilled into you. You could feel the hot, thick pulses of her cum as she filled you, her hips jerking with the force of her orgasm.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was your combined, ragged breathing. She collapsed on top of you, her full weight a comforting, heavy blanket. She didn’t pull out, instead choosing to stay nestled inside you, her softening cock still twitching with the aftershocks.

Her arms tightened around you, holding you in that desperate vice-like grip. She buried her face in your neck, and you could feel the dampness of her tears against your skin.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got you,” you soothed, your hand stroking her sweat-sticked back.

“I love you,” she whimpered, her voice muffled and think with unshed tears. “I love you so much, mommy. I’m sorry you’re sick.”

“It’s okay, puppy. You made me feel better,” you whispered, and it wasn’t entirely a lie. The bone-deep ache was still there, but it was overshadowed by a pleasant, sated languor.

She finally lifted her head, her eyes red-rimmed but shining with adoration. She leaned in and kissed you, a soft, slow, and deeply loving kiss that tasted of salt and shared breath.

“Can I stay?” she asked, her voice small. “Just like this for a little while?”

“Of course, baby..” you murmured, pulling her closer. “Stay as long as you want.”

She sighed contentedly, nuzzling back into your neck. Her body was still humming with the lingering pressure, and she was already addicted to the memory of your feverish heat. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that she would be begging for this again the very next time you get sick.

You lay tangled together in the sticky, humid heat under the blankets, the aftermath of your orgasms leaving you both boneless and quiet. Megan was a heavy, comforting weight on top of you, her face still buried in the crook of your neck, her softening cock still nestled inside you. The fever still raged, but now it was coupled with a deep, sated exhaustion that felt almost pleasant.

You carded your fingers through her damp hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. “You were so good for me, puppy..” you murmured, your voice husky. “Such a good girl for mommy. You listened perfectly.”

Megan let out a soft hum against your skin, a sound of pure contentment. She wiggled closer, trying to eliminate any last inch of space between your bodies, her arms still wrapped around you in that possessive, desperate hold. She nuzzled her nose into the hollow of your throat, inhaling deeply as if trying to breathe in your scent, your heat, your very essence.

“I love being your good girl,” she whispered, her voice muffled by your skin.

“You are,” you praised, your hand continuing it’s soothing path through her hair. “You took care of me so well. Made mommy feel so good, even when she’s sick.”

That’s when you felt it. A subtle twitch deep inside you. Her cock, which had been soft and pliant, gave a little throb of interest. You paused your stroking, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Megan?” you asked softly.

“Hmm?” she hummed, still nuzzling into you, her lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your feverish skin.

Another twitch. this one more pronounced. You could feel her slowly, steadily hardening again, the slick length of her thickening as it filled you once more. She seemed to realize it at the same time you did, her body stilling for a moment before she let out a soft, breathy whine.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her hips giving an involuntary little grind. “I can’t… mommy, you feel so good. And you’re saying such nice things.”

You chuckled weakly, the sound turning into a soft groan as she hardened completely, once again stretching you full. “Is my praise going straight to your dick, baby?”

“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly, her voice thick with renewed need. She lifted her head, her eyes glassy and dark again. She looked down at you, her gaze hungry. “You’re so hot, mommy. Your whole body is burning up. And you smell so good. And you’re being so sweet to me.” She punctuated her words with another slow, deep roll of her hips, drawing a choked gasp from you. “I can’t help it.”

She was like a cat that had found a patch of sunlight, unable to stay away. She lowered her head again, but this time her mouth found your breast. She latched onto your nipple, her tongue swirling around the peaked bud before she began to suckle gently. The sensation was overwhelming. The heat of her mouth combined with the feverish heat of your skin was almost too much, a sharp, exquisite pleasure-pain that made your head spin. Her hips began to move again, finding that same slow, deep rhythm from before. Each thrust was deliberate, a slow drag in and out that allowed her to feel every inch of your hot, sensitive walls. She was addicted, completely and utterly hooked on the feeling of you like this.

“Mommy,” she whined around your nipple, her voice vibrating through your chest. “Can I… can I stay like this for a while? Please? Just slow. I just wanna feel you more.”

“Yeah, baby..” you breathed, your hands tangling in her hair, holding her close to you. “Stay. Just like that.”

She let out a happy, relieved sigh and settled into a lazy, sensual rhythm. There was no urgency this time, no frantic need for release. This was about pure sensation, about worship. She was addicted to your fever, to your praise, to the way your body responded to her. And as she moved inside you, you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[batzymen]

inexperience pillow princess megan x g!p r, she’s riding rs pillow and r walks in on her and they kinda fuck for the first time slow then leads to rough ig 😭

Your favorite pillow!

- summary : you caught your inexperience girlfriend humping on your pillow.

- warnings : megan skiendiel x g!p!reader, sub!megan, dom!reader, slapping, choking, ass slap, p in v, p in a, slow to rough, begging, overstimulation, dirty talking, degradation, multiple orgasms, n idk.

the house is dead quiet when you get home from the studio at midnight.

gym ran long, your muscles are screaming, and all you want is a shower, your bed, and maybe megan’s arms around you if she’s still awake.

the lights are off in the living room, only the soft blue glow from the hallway nightlight spilling under the bedroom door.

you kick your sneakers off, drop your bag by the couch, and pad down the hall barefoot, trying not to make noise in case she’s asleep.

you’re reaching for the doorknob when you hear it.

a soft, shaky whimper.

then the unmistakable creak of mattress springs. slow, rhythmic, needy.

your stomach flips.

you push the door open just enough to see inside.

megan is on your bed.

she’s completely naked, knees spread wide, back arched, face buried in your pillow.

your pillow.

the big gray one she always steals when you’re not home. it’s wedged firmly between her thighs, and she’s riding it like she’s been doing it for hours.

her hips roll in desperate little circles, grinding her clit down hard against the fabric, then lifting just enough to drag herself back down.

her ass flexes with every movement, thighs trembling, small wet sounds filling the room every time she presses harder.

she’s dripping—slick coating the pillowcase in a dark, shiny patch, running down her inner thighs. her breasts sway with each roll, nipples hard and flushed.

her mouth is open against the pillow, muffled moans and gasps escaping every few seconds.

she hasn’t noticed you yet.

you stand frozen in the doorway, cock already thickening in your sweats.

you’ve been dating for four months.

kisses, heavy makeouts, grinding through clothes, hands under shirts but you’ve never gone all the way.

she’s told you she’s nervous, inexperienced and wants it to be perfect.

you’ve never pushed. you’ve been patient.

but right now she’s humping your pillow like she’s starving for it.

you step inside, close the door behind you with a soft click.

her eyes snap open.

she freezes, mid grind, face going scarlet. “oh my god—”

she scrambles to pull the blanket up, but you’re already moving, crossing the room in three long strides, climbing onto the bed, caging her in with your arms on either side of her head.

“don’t stop,” you say, voice low and rough.

she stares up at you, eyes wide, cheeks burning. “i—i didn’t mean—i was just—”

“i know.” you lean down, kiss her slow, deep, tasting the embarrassment and need on her tongue.

she moans into your mouth, hands coming up to grip your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you pull back just enough to look at her.

“you’re so fucking pretty like this. riding my pillow because you couldn’t wait for me?”

she whines, nodding, too shy to speak.

you slide a hand down her body, palm flat against her stomach, then lower—fingers brushing through the soaked mess between her legs. she jerks, gasping.

“so wet already,” you murmur. “how long have you been doing this?”

“since… since you left for gym,” she admits, voice tiny. “i missed you.”

your cock throbs hard against your sweats.

you kiss her again, slower this time, then pull back and sit up, straddling her thighs.

“take it off,” you say, nodding at your tank top she’s wearing.

she sits up, shaky hands pulling it over her head, leaving her completely bare.

you tug your own shirt off, then shove your sweats and boxers down just enough to free your cock.

it springs up already leaking at the tip. her eyes go wide, pupils blown, mouth parting.

“oh,” she breathes, almost reverent.

you guide her hand to it. she wraps her fingers around you—tentative at first, then firmer when you groan. she strokes slow, thumb swiping over the head, spreading pre-cum.

“you want this?” you ask, voice rough.

she nods fast. “yes. please.”

you push her gently back down, settle between her legs.

she’s soaked, puffy, glistening, clit swollen.

you rub the head of your cock through her folds, coating yourself in her slick.

“gonna go slow,” you promise. “tell me if it’s too much.”

she nods, hands coming up to grip your shoulders.

you push in, slow and steady.

her eyes flutter shut, mouth falling open in a soft gasp.

she’s tight. so tight, walls fluttering around you as you stretch her open.

you pause halfway, letting her adjust, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“you okay?” you whisper.

“yeah,” she breathes. “mn—more.”

you sink in deeper, until you’re fully seated, hips flush against hers.

she whimpers, nails digging into your back.

“so full…” she whispers. “you feel so good.”

you start moving—shallow rolls at first, letting her get used to it.

she moans softly with every thrust, hips lifting to meet you. her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

“faster,” she pleads after a minute. “please.”

you pick up the pace.

the bed creaks, wet sounds filling the room every time you bottom out.

she’s moaning your name, gasping, telling you how good it feels, how big you are.

“fuck! fuck! just right there—” she cries when you hit that spot inside her.

you angle your hips, thrusting harder, faster, chasing it.

her nails rake down your back, leaving red lines.

her legs tighten, heels digging into your ass. she’s close—you can feel it in the way she clenches around you, the way her moans turn into broken sobs.

“gon’ cum,” she gasps.

“please, please, don’t stop—”

you fuck her through it.

relentless, until she shatters, pussy spasming around your cock, gushing wet and hot.

you keep thrusting, drawing it out until she’s shaking, oversensitive, whimpering.

you’re close too, thighs burning, balls tight. “i’m gonna come inside okay?” you rasp.

“yes—!” she begs immediately. “just— just fill me up.”

you slam in deep one last time, groaning low as you came.

she moans at the feeling, walls fluttering, milking you dry.

you stay buried inside her, both panting, foreheads pressed together.

megan’s legs are locked tight around your waist, heels digging into your lower back, her arms wrapped around your neck so hard it almost hurts.

she’s breathing ragged against your shoulder, but her hips keep rocking in tiny, needy little circles like she’s already chasing more even though she just came.

you feel the shift in yourself first.

the gentle, careful rhythm you started with is gone.

something hotter, hungrier takes over. you pull back just enough to look at her face, flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy and half lidded and the sight snaps something inside you.

you grab a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck and yank her head back hard.

her gasp is sharp, eyes widening in surprise, but the way her pussy clenches around you tells you everything.

“you think we’re done?” you growl. “you think i let you get away with it just like that? even you rode my pillow like a bitch?”

she whimpers, trying to shake her head but your grip is too tight. “n-no—i just—i needed—”

you cut her off by pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in—hard, deep, no warning.

the bedframe rattles against the wall.

she cries out, back arching off the mattress, nails raking down your shoulders.

“needed what?” you snap, thrusting again, rougher this time, hips snapping forward with bruising force. “needed to hump my pillow like a virgin whore because you couldn’t wait for me?”

“m’ sorry!—fuck!—” she sobs, voice breaking on every thrust. her legs tighten around you, trying to pull you deeper even as her body shakes from the intensity.

you keep one hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so her throat is exposed.

you lean down, bite the side of her neck hard enough to leave teeth marks then lick over the spot.

she moans loud, body jerking.

“you’re mine,” you rasp against her skin. “this pussy, this body, is mine. you don’t get to cum without me anymore. understand?”

“y-yes—i won’t!, i’m sorry—! i’m all yours!”

you slap her cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting.

her head snaps to the side, a shocked little gasp escaping her lips.

her eyes flutter, pupils blown wide, and her pussy clamps down so tight you almost lose it right there.

“say it again,” you order, thrusting harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“i’m yours,” she cries, voice wrecked.

“only yours—ugh!—harder—”

your hips pistoning, cock slamming into her over and over, hitting deep enough to make her scream.

her tits bounce with every thrust, nipples still swollen from earlier.

you grab one roughly, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to make her sob.

“look at you,” you growl. “taking my cock like a good little slut. you love it, don’t you? love being fucked rough.”

“yes! yes!—love it—love you fucking me—” she’s babbling now, tears slipping down her cheeks, mascara running in black streaks.

she looks beautifully ruined and it only makes you go harder.

you pull her hair again, forcing her to look at you.

“you gonna cum again? gonna soak my cock like the needy princess you are?”

“yes please—i’m so so close—”

you slap her other cheek, lighter this time, just enough to make her gasp and she comes instantly, pussy spasming around you, gushing wet and hot.

her whole body convulses, legs shaking.

but you continue to fuck her relentless until she’s crying from overstimulation, begging you to slow down even as her hips keep trying to meet yours.

“too much!—t-too much!—”

you don’t stop.

you flip her over suddenly, pulling out just long enough to manhandle her onto her stomach.

she whimpers, face pressed into the mattress, ass up in the air. you grab her hips, yank them back, and slam back inside, deeper than before.

she screams into the pillow, fists clenching the sheets.

you fuck her from behind like that, hard, fast, one hand fisted in her hair pulling her head back, the other slapping her ass in sharp, stinging smacks.

red handprints bloom across her skin, and every time you hit her she clenches tighter around you.

“take it,” you grunt. “take every fucking inch. this is what you wanted, right? to be used like a side chick?”

“oh my God, yes!—j-just use me, please!—”

you reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard and fast.

she’s shaking so bad the bed is rattling.

you feel her building again, third time tonight and you don’t let up.

“cum again,” you order. “cum on my cock while i fill you up.”

she came immediately—pussy milking you in tight, rhythmic pulses. you thrust through it, chasing your own release, then bury deep and come hard flooding her, spilling out around your cock when there’s no more room.

you collapse on top of her, both panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum and tears.

you stay inside her for a long minute, softening slowly, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder, whispering soft praises against her skin.

“so good for me,” you murmur. “so fucking perfect.”

she turns her head, eyes glassy, cheeks wet. “love you,” she whispers, voice wrecked.

you kiss her slow, gentle now. “love you too.”

you pull out carefully, watching the thick mess drip out of her.

she whimpers at the emptiness, but you’re already moving, grabbing a warm cloth, cleaning her gently between her legs, wiping away the evidence of how roughly you took her.

you kiss every mark you left.

red handprints, bite marks, the faint bruises forming on her hips.

when she’s clean, you pull her into your arms, blanket tucked around both of you.

she curls against your chest, leg thrown over yours, face nuzzled into your neck.

“you okay?” you ask softly, stroking her hair.

she nods against you. “more than okay. i… i needed that.”

you kiss her forehead. “it feels good, no?.”

she smiles sleepily, already drifting. “yeah. real good.”

you hold her close, both of you tangled and sated, the room quiet except for your breathing and the soft hum of the city outside.

[jeylalol]

Wait cause like I love the cheerleader Sophia and shy g!p reader can you maybe do like Sophia friends question why she is with someone so shy and that she should be dating a jock but Sophia explains that reader is so much better by how the way reader treats giving her flowers making her laugh and maybe saying that reader is better in bed then the other people Sophia has dated?

cheerleader!sophia x shy!fem!reader

warnings/tags: fluff

a/n: thinking about turning this into a fic

sophia was sitting with a few of her friends after cheer practice when the topic somehow shifted to you.

"i still don't get it," one of them said.

sophia looked up from her phone. "get what?"

"you and y/n."

"what about us?"

her friend shrugged.

"you're literally one of the most popular girls in school. i thought you'd end up dating a soccer player or a basketball player or something."

another friend nodded.

"yeah, y/n barely talks."

sophia immediately rolled her eyes.

"okay, first of all, she talks."

"to you."

"because she likes me."

her friends laughed.

"exactly our point."

sophia shook her head.

"you guys don't know her like i do."

"then explain."

sophia smiled without even meaning to.

"she's sweet."

"that's your first reason?"

"yes."

her friends groaned dramatically.

but sophia kept going.

"she brings me flowers all the time."

"flowers?"

"yeah. sometimes from a store, sometimes she literally picks them herself."

"that's kinda cute."

"i know."

sophia looked back down at her phone.

"and she always knows when i'm having a bad day."

"how?"

"i don't know. she just does."

she laughed softly.

"last week i was stressed about practice and she showed up with one of those giant dinosaur hoodies because she knew it'd make me laugh."

"did it work?"

"obviously."

"okay, that's actually funny."

sophia grinned.

"and she listens to me. like actually listens."

her friends got quieter.

"i can talk about literally anything and she remembers it. even stuff i forgot i told her."

just then your name popped up on sophia's screen.

instantly, she smiled.

her friends noticed.

"oh, that's bad."

"what?"

"look at your face."

sophia covered her smile.

"shut up."

"you're obsessed."

"i'm not."

"you absolutely are."

before sophia could argue, she looked up and spotted you walking toward the field.

the second you noticed everyone staring, you immediately looked down.

sophia laughed.

"see? adorable."

you walked over and quietly handed her a small flower.

"i saw it on the way here."

sophia took it.

her friends stared.

you smiled shyly.

"hi."

after a few seconds, one of her friends sighed.

"okay, i get it now."

sophia smirked.

"told you."

and when you sat beside her, sophia didn't even try to hide the smile on her face.

[deftones2007]

𝓘nternet baby (interlude) manon bannerman 𝔁 reader

𝄞  paring manon bannerman x nepo baby streamer!reader ♱ swearing, exposed relationship, rich loser reader, stream format

࿇ next stream!

─── ❝I’m not spoiled!❞ 💬 mp3#1 manon and her nepo baby girlfriend get exposed… and it’s kinda the nepo baby’s fault

yn leaned back in her chair, nudging her chrome hearts glasses up the bridge of her nose as chat immediately jumped her. her brows knit together in mock offense. “all I did was sigh. one sigh. you guys act like I threw a tantrum.”

user: you know exactly what you did

user: sighing because you couldn’t buy a different colour of a bag you already have is crazy work 😭

user: spoiled and bitchless pick a struggle

user: can we see your jeans!!

yn let out a small laugh, shoulders shaking as she glanced at the chat flying by. then she straightened, locking back in with a deadpan expression and a scoff. “I’m not bitch-” she cut herself off, clearing her throat a little too loudly before waving a hand like nothing happened. her eyes flicked back to the screen. “anyway. yes. I’ll show you.”

she pushed her chair back and stood, angling the camera down. “because these jeans are actually insane,” she added, a grin tugging at her lips. “like, fucking cool. I don’t wanna hear anything from you people.”

“my dad got these custom made for me,” yn said as she stood up, lifting her baggy shirt just enough to show the jeans and the edge of her luxury boxers. “look,” she added, tapping the waistband. “peep the initial. and they’re supposed to fit baggy.”

she tugged the waist down a little, showing how low they could sit, accidentally revealing a tattoo that dipped a bit too far down. “you can wear them kinda low rise too,” she said casually.

user: ain’t nobody looking at that dog bruh 😭

user: imagine having jeans your dad got costume made for you

user: that tattoo looks awfully like manon’s…

user: you guys need to stop with the manon shit

user: I work at a restaurant in la and I swear I saw yn and manon together

yn leaned down toward the monitor, squinting as the chat sped by. the moment she caught a certain name, she let out a nervous little laugh. “okay, sorry, chat,” she said, half grinning as she quickly tugged her jeans back up, covering the tattoo. “I lowkey just flashed you.”

she dropped back into her chair with a soft thump. “let me sit my ass down before I get myself clipped.”

user: don’t be sorry we liked the view

user: she’s def matching with manon

user: they don’t even follow each other guys cut it out

user: already clipped

user: do you still change your home screen layout every month?

“oh my gosh, yes,” yn said, immediately lighting up as she reached for her phone. “I do. let me show you guys.”

she leaned back in her chair to grab it, then held it up to the camera. “okay, first of all, appreciate the domo case,” she added, turning it slightly like it deserved its own moment.

“and this is my lock screen,” she continued, waking the phone. “it’s weezer, guys. stay with me.” she laughed softly before swiping. “okay, wait, let me show you my new home screen.”

the lock screen fit her aesthetic perfectly, wii themed, clean and playful. “cool, right?” she said, swiping through the layouts to show the different pages.

then her thumb moved once more.

at the top of the screen sat a photo widget.

a picture of a certain katseye member, hand cupping yn’s face, lips pressed to her cheek.

user: UMMMM

user: wait scroll back

user: GUYS I CLIPPED IT

user: I TOLD YALL

user: okay so they’re gfs

yn put her phone down immediately, dragging both hands down her face like she could physically rewind the last thirty seconds. “shut up,” she muttered, then looked back at the camera, flustered. “you guys didn’t see anything. like… what are you even talking about?”

user: babe we saw plenty

user: imagine exposing your own relationship

user: at least she beat the bitchless allegations

she let out a breathy laugh that sounded way too guilty, shaking her head. “yeah, okay. I’m just gonna” yn reached toward her keyboard, still smiling despite herself. “I’m cutting the stream early.”

user: she didn’t even say love you like she usually does 😭

user: BAE COME BACK

user: twitter is already crazy

WEVERSE DMS 💬

peanutbutterlover02 yooooo

peanutbutterlover02 man ai is crazy these days