#masc reader

[c-monthecob]

"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

[batzymen]

Hard-On!

- g!p! reader.

✧ ˚ · — daniela avanzini — · ˚ ✧

-> ❝ you’re a dancer for katseye and gets paired with daniela for a sexy choreo. the tension is so intense that you got hard, and daniela can’t hold back either, so she grabs you and go to somewhere private. ( the closet. ) ❞

warnings : – dom! daniela – penetration – cussing – cum inside – teasing – oral ( r! receiving ) – lowk pathetic reader – shy reader – i lowk made a new song and choreo – kissing – cussing

- notes : requested by anon. mdni !

the practice room feels electric tonight.

the choreographer just left after a brutal 4 hour session, yelling 'clean it up tomorrow!' before slamming the door. the lights are dimmed to the emergency strips, casting long blue shadows across the mirrors.

only you and daniela remain.

the new choreo is filthy—slow, sensual, extremely close contact. you’ve been paired with daniela for the center section because you’re tall, strong, and can lift her during the lift.

the song is dark, sultry r&b with heavy bass. every move is intimate. body rolls, hip isolations, hands sliding down waists, thighs pressing between thighs, chests brushing, lips almost touching.

you’re already nervous.

daniela is in a black sports bra and very low rise leggings that sit below her hips. sweat glistens on her collarbones and abs.

she looks at you through the mirror, eyes dark, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.

“ready?” she asks, voice low.

you nod, throat dry.

the music starts.

from the very first beat, she’s on you.

she presses her back against your front during the opening, rolling her hips slow and deep, grinding her ass directly against your crotch. you feel her heat through the thin fabric.

your cock twitches instantly. she notices and pushes back harder, rolling in a slow figure-eight that makes your breath hitch.

during the drop, she turns to face you, hands sliding up your chest, nails grazing your skin under your tank top. she leans in so close her lips brush your ear.

“you’re getting hard already?” she whispers, voice dripping with amusement. “we’re only 30 seconds in.”

your face burns.

your cock is now fully hard, straining painfully against your sweats, visibly tenting.

she feels it—presses her thigh between your legs, grinding against your bulge on purpose while doing a body roll.

every move after that feels like torture.

she grinds on you during the chorus.

she lets her hand ( totally not on purpose ) brush your erection multiple times. during the bridge, she drops low in front of you, face inches from your crotch, looking up with those dark eyes while rolling her body up slowly, lips parted.

you’re leaking pre-cum into your boxers, cock throbbing so hard it hurts.

by the final pose, her back to your front, your hand possessively on her waist, both of you breathing hard—she subtly grinds her ass back against your cock one last time, slow and filthy.

the music cuts.

you’re panting, sweating, painfully hard. daniela turns slowly to face you, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

she doesn’t say a word.

she just grabs your wrist, pulls you across the room toward the small storage closet at the back, and pushes you against the wall.

the storage room door barely clicks shut before daniela drops to her knees in front of you.

“you’ve been hard for me for the last forty minutes,” she says, voice low and rough. “now you’re gonna let me take care of it.”

she drops to her knees, yanks your sweats and boxers down in one rough motion.

your cock springs free. thick, pre-cum dripping steadily from the tip. she licks her lips. “fuck… look at you,” she breathes. “so fucking hard just from dancing with me.” you can’t answer. your cock twitches hard under her gaze.

she wraps one hand around the base, her fingers don’t even meet and gives you one firm stroke. you groan, hips jerking forward. she smirks knowing what she can do with you.

“so sensitive already huh?” she teases. “poor baby. all that dancing with me pressed up against you… must’ve been torture.”

before you can beg, she leans in and takes you into her mouth.

the heat is immediate. she doesn’t start slow—she sinks down halfway in one smooth motion, lips stretching around your girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside.

you moan loudly, one hand flying to the wall for balance, the other tangling in her hair.

she hums around you, the vibration shooting straight to your balls. then she starts moving— deep bobs, taking more of you each time until her nose is brushing your pelvis.

she gags softly when you hit the back of her throat but doesn’t pull off. instead she swallows around you, throat fluttering, eyes watering but locked on yours the whole time.

“fuck, daniela—” you choke out.

she pulls off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock. her hand strokes you fast, slick and messy.

“you’re so fucking big,” she says, voice hoarse. “i can barely take all of you… but i’m gonna try.”

she dives back down—messier this time. spit drips from the corners of her mouth, runs down your shaft, coats your balls.

she sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulls back. the sounds are obscene—wet slurping, gagging, her soft moans vibrating around your cock.

you’re shaking. your thighs tremble. you can feel yourself getting dangerously close already.

“daniela, wait—i-i’m gonna—!”

she pulls off suddenly, hand still stroking you slowly.

her lips are swollen, shiny with spit, a thin string of saliva still connecting her to your tip.

“not yet,” she says, voice low and commanding. “you don’t get to cum until i say so.”

you whimper—actually whimper—hips twitching desperately.

she stands up, shoves her leggings and panties down in one motion, kicking them aside.

she’s soaked. her pussy glistening, clit swollen and peeking out. she turns around, bends over the stack of mats, ass up, back arched perfectly.

she looks over her shoulder at you, eyes dark.

“fuck me.”

you step forward, grip her hips, and push in and letting her feel every inch. she moans loud, head dropping forward, fingers gripping the mats.

“god—yes... fill me up baby...”

you bottom out, hips pressed flush against her ass, and still for a second—savoring how tight and hot she is.

then you start moving, deep thrusts that make her gasp every time you bottom out.

but daniela isn’t satisfied with slow.

“harder,” she demands, pushing back against you. “don’t be gentle. fuck me like you mean it.”

your grip on her hips tightens, and you start pounding into her, but harder, faster, and deeper. the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the small room.

she cries out, back arching deeper, ass bouncing with every thrust.

“fuck! yes—right there, j-just right there—!” she moans, voice breaking. “don’t stop! oh! harder—give it to me!”

you rail her. relentless, cock slamming into her over and over, balls slapping her clit.

she’s soaking, wetness dripping down your thighs. her pussy clenches around you like a vice, trying to pull you deeper.

you reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough. she sobs, thighs shaking violently.

“i’m gonna cum—” she gasps. “don’t stop. please don’t stop—”

you keep pounding, fingers working her clit, until she shatters, screaming your name, pussy spasming hard around your cock, gushing wet and hot.

you fuck her through it, deep and rough, until her legs give out.

you pull out, flip her onto her back on the mats, and push back inside in one thrust. she moans loudly, legs wrapping around your waist.

“fill me,” she begs, eyes locked on yours. “cmon' d-don't be a pussy.”

you thrust deep one last time and come hard.

thick fluids flooding her, spilling deep inside her pussy. she moans at the feeling, clenching around you, milking every drop.

you collapse on her shoulder, both of you panting, bodies slick with sweat. she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer, kissing your neck softly.

“fuck…” she whispers, voice hoarse. “that was so good.”

you smile against her skin, still buried inside her, heart racing.

“y-yeah. it was.” she laughs breathlessly, then kisses you playing with your tongue.

“next time,” she murmurs against your lips, “we’re doing this in my room. i want to take my time with you.”

you groan softly.

you’re already looking forward to it.

[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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[oceanicvamp]

Dreaming of a Yandere cult leader x darling w mental health issues....

He lives to help you, and you may not see it now but he was called to deliver his gods lost angel, and he does what his god says.

He keeps you in a separate room inside the church, next to his own bedroom so that he's always there to assist you, no one else is allowed to see you or go near you. Only the father can see your angelic features and guide you back to god.

You are....confused, and for the most part alone, you haven't had this much quiet in forever, laying in a comfortable grand bed and seeing the same man everyday, in which he tells you "it's okay to rest, my angel, you need your strength to return to god." Always with such a sweet tone, both putting you on edge and in comfort. You don't know how to feel, you never really did even before being brought here, but he's telling you that it's okay to sleep, it's okay to take your time, waiting on your terms.

You don't have access to your prescriptions anymore, the mysterious man who has not once uttered his own name in your presence, claims they are keeping you from truly healing. You always stare when he talks, he hesitates to even bring his eyes to your feet, acting like he's scared of looking at your face. You don't like that very much.

He provides only the best clothes to you, the comfiest and loose clothes for you, yet you never receive any form of shoes, not even slippers. You don't need to leave the room, he said.

You left the room.

It was curiosity, who wouldn't leave when they were specifically told not to, when you haven't seen or heard a single soul near your room. You're lonely, in some way. Wandering the halls of what is clearly a church, you half search for an exit, or someone who can help you. Bare feet pattered against the carpet on the floor, a woman coming from the opposite end of the hall, she stopped and stared at you, a confused looked present on her face.

You both stared at each other for a solid minute before she darted away, running back the way she came and leaving you confused and bewildered at what happened, you didn't even get to ask for help. It's not long before he finds you, running up and hesitating before holding your shoulders gently, a small squeeze as he looked down at you panicked.

Gently, he checked for any harm, noticing your bare feet, a frown graces his smooth skin. "My angel, you cannot be out here, it is much too dangerous still." His grip held firm as you awkwardly shuffled, not saying a word back as he guides you to your room.

Making sure your feet are okay once you're sat on the plush bed, he sighs and hesitantly nuzzles your feet, looking up from where he is kneeled in front of you. By his god you are beautiful, truly a lost angel his god has bestowed for him to guide and heal, hearts appearing in his eyes as he looks you in the face clearly for the first time you can remember.

[mzmal]

Beaches in Hawaii..? — Daniela. Avanzini.

SYNOPSIS ::: It’s been a year since you and Daniela have been married, you guys go on a holiday to take a break off of work. She see’s a toddler with her parents and can’t stop thinking of wanting to have her own family with you. mast.

PARING :: Daniela . Avanzini x G!P reader ( wife )

WARNING :: smut with plot, slight fingering, cream pie, handjob, blowjob, pet names, dirty talk, horny!daniela, cum eating?, swearing, switch in language, switch! Daniela.

wc :: 2.07k

Everyone applause as you and daniela raised your hands together; she was crying while you were trying not to cry. It’s a warm sensation that spreads throughout your body as your hands start to get clammy.

You were finally married: after 4 years of late night texting, stressful work nights, mornings apart where you both had to talk over FaceTime and promises made with one other.

You guys went through nearly every single hardship that a couple could endure together before marriage.

It felt good to be married to your lover.

And you probably thought that Daniela would have the same veiw as you, as though you guys are married to each other.

As the evening continued, you found yourself wondering towards the balcony. You leaned over the railing looking off towards the setting sum, taking a deep breath of fresh air you turned around as you heard the door opening.

“Smoking again?” Daniela looked towards your hands, you shook your head.

“Told you’ I’ll quit on our wedding day.. see?” You showed here your hands, she scoffed.

“Fine, I guess so… anyways i only came out here because my parents aka your in law’s wants to talk to us..” she gently walked over to you fixing your tie.

“For what?” Your head tilted to side, “is it anything about the venue we have? Or is it the—”

She placed her manicured finger on your lips, “shhh you worry to much about everything love.. stop worrying too much, i’m sure it’s not bad love..”

You nodded as she pulled you closer, “c’mom lets go in..”

She took your hand and led you inside the venue, she bought you over to your in-laws. Mr. Avanzini and Mrs. Avanzini were chatting with some guests when you guys come around.

“There’s my daughter in law.” He shook your hand firmly, “come, i wanna speak to you. One on one.” He walked away, you followed.

You guys ended up walking out to the arch full of flowers that you let Daniela design herself, it was beautiful tulips and roses.

“So, how does it feel to be a married woman..?” Mr. Avanzini asked raising an eyebrow at him.

You rubbed the back of your neck, “it’s amazing, i mean you’re daughter is—”

“Amazing. Of course she is.” He cut in, making your smile pause. He pulled his hand out of his pocket looking at his Rolex.

“I um..” you tried to strike up a conversation again.

He cut you off again, “Lets cut to the point yn.”

Oh this was serious.

He sighed, “you’re a good kid, and I know you love my daughter...”

He held out his hand and you took it, “welcome to the Avanzini family, yn.”

It’s been 1 year since you were welcomed to the family.

Daniela was lying down across the couch as you picked out your summer trunks. You wanted to swim in the pool as it was gonna be a hot night so you and Daniela agreed to swim together.

she pulled on a cream coloured and shiny gold two piece swim suit. She looked HOTTT, you literally froze as she appeared in front of you.

“So how do I look..?” She done a twirl for you, giggling. “I loved this set, I saw it and thought it’ll look good on me..”

Your jaw dropped, “..you.. i.. it’s..”

“Stunning?” She asked raising an eyebrow, you nodded.

“Good, let’s go yn.” She dragged you to the pool in which had a few people in it.

Daniela soaked in the pool side while watching you canobal into the pool. When she saw a little toddler playing in the shallow part of the pool with their parents.

Her heart longed as she watched the toddler giggle and laugh and have the time of their little lives.

Later on, in the room you guys booked you were drying off from the shower. You caught Daniela staring into space, “you okay love? You’ve been staring out of space for like 3 minutes straight..”

“I..” she couldn’t speak properly, “..I think I want a baby yn..”

You paused, “right now?”

She nodded getting up and walking over to you, “Mhmm..right now”

“I mean are you sure you won’t regret it..?” Your hands found her waist, she nodded once more.. “I wanna see a mini version of us running around our house back home, yn..”

You gulped, “are you sure? I mean raising a child takes time an—” she kissed your lips, looking up into your eyes.. “please wifey.. i wanna carry your babies..”

Your face became even more flushed, “I mean we could possibly tr—”

She kissed you again shutting you up completely, you felt a bit hazy as her hands reached your growing bulge in your boxers.

“Oh gosh you this..hard for me..?” You nodded,

“Good girl.”

She kneeled down and pulled your underwear down till your cock sprung free, it had veins going along it. You sighed as she wrapped her hands around it, slowly pumping your shaft as your sticky pre-cum leaked out from your pink tip.

“Gosh I forgot you were huge love..” biting her bottom lip, “It’s like every time you get bigger and bigger love..” she looked directly into your eyes groaning as she continued to pump.

“Hmm” she opened her mouth and wrapped it around her tip, your hands flew to your mouth to try to cover your moans while the other to daniela’s hair.

“m’fuck.. love, where’d you get so…good at … this..?” You guided her head up and down your pole as she gently took it deeper in her mouth. Which caused her to gag, teared up and drool all over the place.

You watched as she stared into your soul as she took majority of it into her mouth and down her throat.

She pulled back, the warmth of her mouth left your cock. She stood up and pulled you in by your shirt kissing you, causing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

She pushed you onto the bed, causing you to lay down but you sat against the headboard instead. She climbed onto your lap, and held your face stating: “we’re not gonna stop till we’re sure I can get pregnant… yes?”

You nodded, too mesmerised by your wife’s looks as you willingly agreed to technically drain your soul out, just to give her this baby that she’s been dreaming about.

“okay, you can tap out after the first round..” she caressed the bottom of your lips, “just tell me if it’s too much love.. okay?” with a simple nod from you, she reached behind her and alighted yourself with her hole as she sunk her weight down onto it, which earned a moan from the both of you.

You’re mouth was slightly open, as you gently held her waist as she started to ride you. You always knew you were kinda a simp for your wife ( overall ), but with her doing this while looking in your eyes and whimpering your name took your all just for you not to bust a nut so early in her.

You watched as she clutched onto the front of your shirt, ‘gosh she actually my wife’ was all you could think of as she continued, but she was getting tired — you could tell by her thighs ever so slightly quiver against your lap.

“princess, wanna…m’switch positions..?” You asked beteween moans, she nodded and you laid her down onto her back and realigned yourself back into her.

Pushing in, you held her hand throughout the process, she was clinging to you in this special moment. Her face was pleased, while you thrusted in and out of her.

You felt her clentch around you, “Oh Dios, estoy cerca” you had no clue what she fully said but you gathered the idea of one or two words.

“Hmm yeah you like that? You want me to give you my m’kids?” You nodded causing her to nod in sync with you, “yea?”

“m’yeah..” she managed to get out and she moaned, “m’cummin’.. yn..”

You sped up, becoming a bit sloppy as you were on the edge too. “Cum with me.. m’fuck..”, she clenched and convolsed as her body then went a little limp.

You released spilling into her, she clenched hardly, milking you completely. Your hands rested on each side of your wife on the bed.

As you leaned in to kiss her cheek, she just start to giggle. You chuckled, “what’s so funny love..?”

She shook her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck, “nothin..”

She kissed you, you kissed back. It started to get more heated and intense, your tongue touched the inside of her mouth as she moaned back into your mouth.

She could feel your shaft starting to get hard again, she pulled back, “already hard again from kissing me.. huh..?”

Chuckling you responded, “I’m just making sure you get that baby your dreaming of..” your hands found her perky breasts.

She gasped but ended up letting out a breathless chuckle. “okay, okay..”

You just shrugged your shoulders, pulling out you gently flipped her onto her front, you crouched down to her leaking heat, “gosh, love — your literally soaking down here baby..”

She blushed and put her face down into to bedsheets, “don’t yn..” you touched her glistening hole as you and her mixed cum leaked onto the bedsheets.

“..hmm i think you can take another round, yeah..?” Your head tilted as your hand slowly rubbed circles on her swollen nub.

“Oh Dios, eso es sensible” she muttered to you, her head turning towards you.

“oh yea? Lemme just see how you taste love..”, you stuck two fingers into her hole, pumping it once and then twice before pulling it out again and tasting her, “hmm you taste like sugar on my tongue baby..”

You stopped your actions causing her to whimper as you touch still lingered on her clit, instead you grabbed your cock and rubbed the tip along her folds.

“Hmm you want it baby?”

she nodded, whining at your touch.

“tell me how bad you want it..” you teased her hole.

she clenched the bedsheets, “…Por favor mami, realmente lo quiero mucho... mucho..”

You were painfully aching, you really never actually knew what she said in Spanish.. but every time she spoke Spanish you just folded — it had a bad effect on you.

“Fuck.. yea okay”, You adjusted your guy’s position, your hand wrapping around her waist, her back pressed firmly against your front, as you pushed into her hole. You groaned, she was literally dripping.

You thrusted into her, over and over again. The wet and skin slapping noise echoed across the room, your hands dug into her side as the other reached between her thighs to her slick heat.

You rubbed and rubbed in circles earning another moan form her, you continued to kiss her neck, her eyebrows were knitted together as she her hands grasped your arm.

“Oh.. oh my gosh..” her jaw tightened, “mhmggg..”

You continued your movements as you got rougher and rougher, your thrusts got harder and harder and your words got dirtier and dirtier.

“is that dick good..?”

“yes mami..”

“how good is that dick?”

“ah so m’fucking good…” her legs started to quiver.

“i’m gonna cum in this little pink pussy of yours, fuck” you continued your actions, “you want me to cum in this pussy?” she nodded as you leaned back causing her head to lean back on your shoulder..

“yeah..?”

she nodded once more, “oh mami, joder… Dios mío, sí, sí, ahí mismo..” she repeated over and over again.

“… f-..fuck, cumming..” you subconsciously thrusted into her again and again, dumping a second load of cum into her tight hole.

Daniela went lip in your hold as she came all over your cock as she was able to push your shaft out, she bit on her bottom lip.

You watched the cum dripping out of her, you gently pushed some back in.

“.. my work here is done my love..”

©mzmal et. 2026

[suntaxi]

possible nsfw alphabet with daniela, if your interested

Daniela Avanzini NSFW Alphabet

Daniela Avanzini x masc!gp!reader

~ forgot to post this yesterday… whoops. also kinda short cause i got lazy halfway through. sowry :p

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly and very touchy. Touch is one of her favorite love languages, so of course you have to cuddle after sex. But she’s the type of person to make you cuddle her while both of you are still naked. The skin-on-skin contact is very crucial. It’s the closest she can physically be to you (well, other than when your cock is inside of her, but it’s not as cute as cuddling). Sometimes she finds herself on top of you, and if you’re feeling annoying, you’ll put your full weight on Daniela in return. Which quickly turns into your head on her chest while she runs a hand through your hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Daniela’s favorite body part, to nobody’s surprise, is her hips and legs. She’s proud of them for supporting her (literally) through her dancing career, and now she’s proud of them for being able to drive you crazy.

Her favorite body part on you is your ass. She thinks it’s so fun to slap your ass or give it a quick squeeze when it’s just you and her around. Daniela can’t help herself. It’s not her fault you have a cute butt.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Daniela doesn’t really care about the mess you make when you cum—it serves as a physical reminder at how much you love her. Daniela’s favorite place for you to cum is across her stomach. Not for any reason worth mentioning, she just thinks it’s really hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before Daniela officially met you, you were just a face on an Instagram account. And Daniela isn’t proud of it, but she’s masturbated to your pictures more than she’d like to admit. It wasn’t her fault you looked so good in them. When she finally met you in person “accidentally,” Daniela promised herself to never tell you. Actually, she’d tell you eventually. Maybe when both of you are old and in rocking chairs, though. So nowhere in the near future.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Daniela’s had a good amount of relationship and hookup experience, but she mostly is just naturally intuitive and skilled. It helps that she can read your emotions pretty easily, so she knows what she’s doing makes you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl. Daniela likes it because her favorite thing to do is ride you, but also because you get an amazing view of her body. Especially because her ass is right in your face, you can’t resist squeezing it. Almost like a moth to a flame, seeing Daniela’s ass jiggle as she rides you makes your cock throb. She likes to make a show of how her pussy slides up and down your dick, making sure to give you a good view of her ass the whole time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Daniela is more serious in the moment because of how ravenous she gets. There’s absolutely no time for jokes when she wants to fuck you. If your cock isn’t inside of her when she wants it, she’s pissed. Nothing funny about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Daniela’s very well groomed. Duh. As for her pubic hair, she’s absolutely clean shaven. Partially because she doesn’t want anything to show if a wardrobe malfunction happens on stage, partially because she just likes the feeling of being smooth. Your enjoyment is mostly an afterthought because she was already clean shaven before you two met, but your attention to her body is definitely a plus.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Daniela isn’t the most romantic per se, but she is very passionate. Which is basically the same thing, right?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

While Daniela typically has a small vibrator, she usually refers to her fingers when she masturbates. Since her schedule is very full, she needs to be precise and mindful about when she wants to masturbate. Daniela prefers her fingers to a toy because her fingers are warmer, but she finds that she has pretty long nails when she wants to masturbate. Which is an issue. In that case, she’ll reluctantly use her vibrator paired along with a sex tape you two filmed together (see letter W).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daniela loves when you call her mami. She can’t explain it, but it’s like a trigger word for her. When you say it in that little whiny voice, Daniela can’t help but give in to whatever you want.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Daniela doesn’t really have a strong preference. Though, she does prefer a space where she can be in multiple positions. So nothing too cramped. But when desperate times call for desperate measures, she doesn’t mind for a quickie in the bathroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Daniela gets turned on by seeing you really focused. She doesn’t really understand why, it’s just kind of always been that way. When she moved into a new apartment and she needed help building furniture, you were the first person she called. Watching you assemble it must’ve awoken something inside of her, because she couldn’t get enough of your focused face. Sometimes the feeling will hit her when you’re focused on a game you’re playing, a Lego set that’s complicated, or even when you’re trying to decide an outfit. After some inward investigation, Daniela has come to the conclusion that she enjoys watching you be passionate about something.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would never have a threesome. Absolutely hates the thought of another girl going down on you. Like, that’s her spot. Also she gets jealous. You’re Daniela’s through and through.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Daniela loves to give you head. So it’s no surprise that her preference is to give. It took her a while to fully throat your cock, but once she can, her skill is unmatched. Her favorite thing to do is deepthroat you while humming. The vibrations send shivers up your spine and Daniela likes the expression on your face when she does it. You always look so shy when Daniela sucks your cock—mostly because she’s staring at your face when she does it and it makes you really nervous. Since you’re so nervous, you don’t usually take initiative so Daniela has to do it for you. She’ll put your hand on the back of her head and feel how desperate you get as you fuck her mouth. Then your little shy demeanor fades away—left with your hard thrusts into her mouth until you cum down her throat. But that’s how Daniela likes it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Daniela is fast, but she isn’t fully rough. The pace she sets is quick enough for her to get what she wants, but slow enough so you don’t cum in a second.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Daniela enjoys quickies, but they’re not her favorite. She’d rather have sex at her own pace without a deadline, but she isn’t opposed to them. Maybe when you’re out somewhere fancy and you look a little too good, Daniela would drag you to the bathroom and drop to her knees. Or maybe when you do something really sweet like get food from a restaurant all the girls enjoy and drop it off at the studio, Daniela would take you to an unused storage room and bend over one of the boxes. Or maybe Daniela’s feeling a little extra jealous in public and has to remind herself that she’s the only one that knows how to get you to cum the fastest.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Surprisingly, not that into experimenting. Yes she’ll do it once or twice like trying a new position or buying a new toy, but for the most part, Daniela sticks with what she likes. She is more willing to experiment with kinks, though. She’ll call you papi, she’ll play around with collars and handcuffs, and occasionally dapple in consensual somnophilia. But her favorite thing that’s come out of experimenting is you calling her mommy/mami. Sometimes she’ll be edging you until you’re crying, but when you call her mommy, it’s like something switches in her. Then all of a sudden she just wants to take care of her little baby.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Daniela prides herself on having good stamina. It probably translates from her work as an idol. All that dancing and singing really helps when she’s got her legs on your shoulders and you’re busy thrusting into her pussy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Daniela owns toys, but mostly for her when she’s feeling pent up. She really only uses them when you’re not there to pleasure her. So on long trips or vacations when you’re not present, she’ll bring along a small vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Daniela feels sort of neutral towards teasing, mostly because she’s too impatient to tease you. But if you tease her, she gets more annoyed than turned on. Teasing is more like a “tread lightly” situation, since it heavily depends on the situation. But other than that, Daniela wouldn’t really go out of her way to tease you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Daniela is pretty loud. Her normal talking voice is loud, sometimes she screams randomly, so it only makes sense she’s loud in bed too. Daniela has pretty loud moans. Not to the point of noise complaints, but loud enough for you to shove her face into a pillow while you’re fucking her from behind.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Daniela loves when you two film sex tapes together. She absolutely loves the act of recording it and watching it. Mostly when she’s away from you and feeling pent up, she’ll pull up one of the videos you two made and masturbate to it. Especially because you’ll play a little character most times. Even hough you’re shy, you’ll put on the persona of a douche and treat Daniela like a slut because you know it’s one of her fantasies. Though, you don’t like doing it often because you feel kinda bad for calling your girlfriend a slut and a cum dump. But that’s why the videos exist—so Daniela can hear you say it whenever she wants.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

You try not to leave any marks on Daniela since they’re a pain to cover up, and she’s usually wearing clothes that cover very little on stage. So hickeys and accidentally bruises are a big no go.

But on your body, that’s a whole other story. Daniela would leave all the hickeys and bruises she wants all over your body. Since she can’t be there to tell every woman in a fifteen mile radius that you’re taken, Daniela settles for marking you up instead. She gets a little angry when you try to cover them up—only letting you do so if you have something serious to attend to. And if fans take pictures and see the marks while her hand is in yours, she just smiles knowing her job is done.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Somewhere between neutral and high. On a scale of 1-10, maybe a 6.5. If her sex drive was really high, it would make her life pretty terrible. Between rehearsals, practice, flying across the country, and health concerns, sex is pretty low on her list of concerns. But then again when she’s with you, she’ll indulge in her higher sex drive a lot more.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Daniela falls asleep pretty quickly. Usually with her in your arms or vice versa, but you always try to get up to clean a little before she wakes up. You have a fail rate at about 50% when you try to get up, but you don’t mind. That just means you can cuddle Daniela for longer.

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Dispatch request! Flambae getting flustered over oblivious masc!Reader and everyone in the team is making fun of it!

Stupid, Hot Idiot…

👽: god he’s so cuntyyyy. here you go :3 I made you a dispatcher because it just kinda felt rightttt💞

🖇️: Flambae x masc!Reader

☑️: Proof Read

⚠️: SFW/repressed emotions/clueless crush/he totally “hates” you/romantic tension disguised as hatred/ego bruising?/probably second hand embarrassment/but it’s COOL ITS CUTE!! Nice little ending. I think. RAHHH.

Break Room//Tuesday, 11:47 AM

★ The coffee machine is gurgling like it’s dying. Again. “Man, think this things on its last leg…” You mumble. Flambae doesn’t look up when you speak—just keeps scrolling through his phone with that expression he always wears. The one that says I’m better than this place, better than this job, better than you.

★ “Morning,” you say, because you always do.

★ His jaw tightens. “It’s almost noon.”

★ “Fair point.” You grab a mug from the cabinet, the one with the faded SDN logo. “Coffee?”

★ “Do I look like I need your charity?”

★ You blink. Glance at the empty cup in front of him. “I mean, I was making some anyway, so—”

★ “I don’t want your fucking coffee.”

★ “Cool, cool.” You pour yourself a cup. Steam curls between you. Then—because the silence feels too sharp—you pour a second mug and slide it across the counter toward him. “Just in case you change your mind.” He stares at the mug like it personally offended him.

★ From the doorway, Sonars voice cuts in, smooth and amused. “Wow. Riveting. Is this what foreplay looks like now?”

★ You nearly choke on your coffee.

★ Flambae’s hand ignites, just a flicker of flame licking across his knuckles before he snuffs it out. “Shut the fuck up, Sonar.”

★ “Touchy.” Sonar grins, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “You know, most people just say ‘thanks.’”

★ “Most people aren’t insufferable.”

★ “And yet,” Sonar says, eyes flicking meaningfully between you and Flambae, “here we are.”

★ You’re not sure what he means by that. You sip your coffee. It tastes like burnt rubber and regret, which is to say—normal. Flambae grabs the mug you poured for him and storms out. Sonar watches him go, then looks at you. “You’re killing him, you know.”

★ “Huh?”

★ “Nothing. Forget it.” He’s laughing as he leaves. You finish your coffee alone, wondering if maybe you should’ve used the good creamer.

•••

Report Massacre//Wednesday, 12:15 PM

★ You find your incident report on your desk. Shredded.

★ Not just torn—shredded. Confetti style. Cute. Someone took time with this. Artistic, almost. Flambae’s watching from across the room, arms crossed, chin up. Waiting.

★ You blink at the paper snow. “Oh man.”

★ “Yeah. Oh man.” His voice drips satisfaction.

★ “I must’ve printed the wrong draft.” You’re already pulling up the file on your computer. “Good catch. The final version had way better formatting anyway.”

★ Silence.

★ “You—” Flambae’s walking toward you now, and there’s something dangerous in the way he moves. All leashed energy and sharp fucking edges. “You think I did you a favor?”

★ “I mean, kinda?” You hit print. “I was gonna reprint it anyway. Saved me the trouble of recycling.” His hands flex. Smoke curls from his palms—thin, gray, the color of a promise about to break.

★ “You’re fucking with me.”

★ “What? No.” You look up, genuinely concerned. “Are you okay? You seem, like, really tense lately.”

★ Flambae stares at you. Through you. Past you into some dimension where things make sense and people react like they’re supposed to. Then he turns. Walks away. A trash can bursts into flame as he passes. You grab the extinguisher before Herm gets involved. “I got it!”

★ Visi leans over to Robert, who were both passing by. “This is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

★ “He’s going to actually explode,” Robert whispers back.

★ “I know.” She snorts.

•••

Error that probably didn’t need correcting in the first place//Friday, 9:03 AM

★ Finding an error in the system logs before the morning briefing—you saw it had Flambae’s response time wrong on yesterday’s warehouse call. Made him look slower than he was. You knew for a fact it was incorrect. It’s a small thing. Probably just a typo. Not a big deal what so ever…would be pointless to even bother. A whole thing…

★ You fix it anyway. With permission (not from Flambae.) with a process, taking accountability for the error, proving the mistake, and just like that? Its correct. Good. By lunch, Flambae corners you in the hallway on the trip to the break room. It’s not a coincidence—he’s waiting there, arms crossed, expression thunderous. Stopping you in your tracks.

★ “Did you fucking edit my stats?”

★ “Uh.” You’re holding a sandwich. It feels inadequate as a shield. “Yeah? Well—within protocol of course. There was a timestamp error, so I just—”

★ “I don’t need you covering for me.”

★ “I wasn’t covering. I was correcting.” You say honestly.

★ “Same thing.” He glares.

★ “It’s really not.”

★ His jaw works. The air between you feels hot—like standing too close to a space heater, or something. Like it might explode if you say the wrong thing.

★ “Why do you even care?” he asks, and the question sounds like an accusation. You blink. “Because…. it’s my job?”

★ “That’s not—” He cuts himself off. Drags a hand over his face. “You’re actually exhausting.”

★ “Sorry?”

★ “Don’t apologize. Jesus fucking Christ.” He pushes past you, shoulder brushing yours, and you catch that smell again—smoke and something warmer, something that lingers even after he’s gone. You like it. The scent. It’s nice. You eat your sandwich standing there. It’s quiet. And you wonder if maybe you should’ve just left the error alone.

•••

Break Room (again lol)//Monday, 12:04 PM

★ You’re not there. Which is the only reason they’re talking. Flambae’s reheating last night’s Chinese food in the microwave when Mandy walks in, spots him, and grins.

★ “Oh good. You’re alone.”

★ “Don’t even.”

★ “So when are you gonna ask ‘em out?” Visi’s oice comes from nowhere just as she appears—she’s sitting in a chair at the table. The microwave beeps. Flambae doesn’t move. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

★ “Right.” Sonar leans in from the hall. “And I don’t prefer boobies over ass. Guess we’re both liars.” He enters, leans against the wall.

★ “I’m not—” Flambae attempts…

★ “Ha.” Prism walks in past Sonar, leaning against the counter where the coffee machine was. “You’re not subtle. Like, at all.”

★ “I’m going to incinerate all of you.”

★ “See?” Mandy points at him triumphantly. “Classic misdirection. He’s blushing.”

★ “I don’t fucking blush—”

★ “You do though,” Visi says, “It’s cute. In a homicidal kinda way.”

★ Flambae grabs his food from the microwave. It’s too hot. He doesn’t care. “I hate every single person in this building.”

★ “Except one,” Sonar singsongs.

★ “Especially that one.” Visi adds.

★ “Uh-huh.” Prism hums along “That’s why you fixed the coffee machine last week after he mentioned it was broken.”

★ “That wasn’t—”

★ “Or why you always try extra hard when they’re on shift and giving orders.” Mandy adds. “Never do that for Robert.”

★ “Or why—”

★ “Okay!” Flambae slams his container down. A small flame flickers to life on the counter—he puts it out with his palm. “You know what? You’re all fucking stupid, holy shit. And wrong—Jesus Christ.”

★ The room erupts in laughter. Flambae storms out, ears burning, microwave food abandoned. And of course you’re in the hallway. Of course you are. You’re juggling a tablet, two file folders, and a coffee that’s definitely not yours based on the lipstick stain on the lid.

★ “Oh hey—” You spot him, and your face does that thing. That open, genuine, stupid thing that makes his chest feel like it’s full of hornets. “There you are. I was gonna find you after—”

★ “What.” It comes out harsh. Sharper than he means.

★ You don’t even flinch. “I just wanted to say you really killed it today. That highway pileup? Your response time was insane. Probably saved like, a dozen people.”

★ The words hit him like friendly fire.

★ “And also—” You shift the folders, nearly drop one. He catches it reflexively, and your fingers brush. “—you seem stressed lately. I dunno if it’s the schedule or whatever, but… want to grab a drink after shift? There’s this new bar I’ve been passing on the way here daily, heard they got reallly good wings.”

★ His brain snuffs out.

★ “Fuck no.”

★ Your expression doesn’t change. Still open. Still stupidly kind. Damn it why were you so fucking…you? Ughhh. He hears himself before he can stop it, “Wait. Are you like…buying at least?”

★ “Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” You shrug. He considers this.

★ “…I guess.” he mutters, and your smile is—he doesn’t have words for it. “Cool. I’m off at seven. I’ll text you the spot. Meet you there?”

★ “Fine. Whatever.”

★ Without thinking, you hand him the folder he caught, fingers brushing again. And then you’re walking away, heart doing little flips while whistling something off key. Flambae stands in the hallway for a full thirty seconds, (you gotta cute ass…damn.) holding a folder he doesn’t need. From the break room, muffled laughter. He’s going to burn this whole building down.

★ But first—Seven o’clock. Fuck.

👽: The wings were actually pretty good. Chad ordered the spicy ones. You act surprised when he finishes them without flinching. He calls you an idiot. You buy him another beer. By the time you leave, his shoulder keeps bumping yours on the walk back, and neither of you mention it.

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Summary: Being attracted to her maknae's older sister was already complicated enough for Sophia. Finding out Yn would soon become one of Katseye's producers only made it worse.

Pairing: Sophia Laforteza x g!p!masc!reader

Tags: smau+written; fluff; mutual simping; masc producer reader; jeung reader

a/n: the timestamps in the tweet pics won't matter unless I specify it and this is my first smau so it lowkey will suck.

Featuring: Haewon from NMIXX, Yunjin and Eunchae from Le Sserafim, Yeonjun from TXT, mention of various idols(mainly NMIXX and Le Sserafim)

Profiles: gay agenda department || dogseye

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 (written)

Chapter 8 (half written)

Chapter 9 (written)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (half written)

Chapter 13 (half written)

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 (half written)

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 (written)

Chapter 18

Chapter 19 (half written)

Chapter 20 (written)

Chapter 21

Chapter 22 (written)

Chapter 23 (half written)

Chapter 24 (half written)

Chapter 25

Chapter 26 (written)

Chapter 27

Chapter 28 (half written)

Chapter 29 (half written)

Chapter 30 (written)

Chapter 31 (written)

Chapter 32

Chapter 33 (written)

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