urfavefelon

She/her Always changing my username | 20 (birthday on jun 25th)

[urfavecamgirl]

New towns, new faces.

Cairo Sweet x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of student-teacher affairs. Daddy and mommy issues for Cairo. Your mom died when you were young? I guess. Author's note: Sorry I haven't posted in so long, but I really hope you like this, and come back for more while actually enjoying yourself in my God awful writing. "I am eighteen, and entire unremarkable." She'd written in her book, though the very name, 'Cairo Sweet', suggests otherwise.

... You had never stepped outside of Southern California in your 18 years on this earth; it was all too new. It was exciting of course, but what did you know about Tennessee? Or where you were supposedly moving to?

You had asked your father about it as you two packed your last bags for an early flight the next morning at a motel.

"Where we're going..." He started, finding the words. "It'll be good for us. The town is small, but it's quiet and really quite beautiful. There's even a small forest next to our new house that I think you'll like."

You nodded along, not entirely listening.

You loved your father, you really did, and you were grateful for his efforts to give you a better life. But you would miss your city, your friends, and your best friend, your cousin Hannah. Whom you've known since before you could recite your ABCs.

"Glued to the hip, those two," your aunt would chuckle to your father at the mischief you'd get into. You'd miss her too.

"--Y/N?"

Your head snapped to your father, who was now zipping up his suitcase. That amused, worn smile adorning his tired face he got every time he caught you zoning out.

You had been so consumed in your self-pity you forgot to pay attention. You tried for a sorry smile. "Sorry... You were saying?"

He sighed, moving the case so he could sit on the bed.

"Nothing of interest it seems," He smiled, then turned to a more serious tone, "But I do want you to know something about the school you'll be going to."

Now were you interested. "What is it? Is it bad?"

He nodded, "It is, mostly. There was a recent student-teacher affair. Some English teacher engaged in inappropriate conversations with an 18-year-old girl, and apparently more."

"Oh."

"I just want you to know," he reassured, "And I need to know that if anything like that happens, if any teacher asks you questions or makes you do things that make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe, tell me. Or anyone. Getting pressured to do something wrong doesn't make you a bad person. Just... promise me you'll be smart?"

You smiled. "I promise. And I know that." He sighed, at least a little relieved. "Good, I'm trusting your instinct."

---

That was four weeks ago, and you're now starting to become accustomed to the ways of this town. The wilds of nowhere, Tennessee. People here are nice, tight-knit. It was a small town, and most of the people knew each other. It was cozy, you could reach a farmer's market in just a mile or two, and finally, your father let you get a cat.

So that was where you were currently, at a pet store.

You were walking across the store, cooing and wanting to squeal at all the cute furry faces. You were a bit of an animal person, and your dad was asking the employees about every animal you seemed to like a little more than normal. He didn’t really wanna pet, but you deserved it.

You bumped into someone as you passed by a particularly adorable kitten, and immediately apologized. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I should've looked where I was going. I didn’t hurt you, right?”

"No, no it's all right," She chuckled, her voice smooth and soothing. Her smile was charming and beautiful and had a slight accent. You wanted to stare but didn't. "Well, I'm sorry anyways. Were you looking at this cat too?"

"I was," She confirmed, a light smile on her lips as she looked back at the kitten staring curiously at them. "It's adorable, isn't it? I'm Cairo, by the way. Cairo Sweet."

"Y/N L/N." You shook her hand when she offered it, smiling kindly. "I was thinking of getting one here, my dad finally let me.”

"Really? I came here since, well, it's a little lonely in my home," Her voice was a little distant, but it quickly disappeared.

"And I think I could use the company." She put her hand to the glass of the enclosure, smiling as the kitten pressed its face to her hand over the glass. "I don't want to steal it from you, if you want, it's yours. Besides, cats aren’t quiet my type.”

"I don't really think of it as mine," Your nose scrunched up ever so slightly at the thought. "It.. oh, how do I explain it?"

"It dehumanizes them?" Cairo tilted her head, smiling.

"Yes. Exactly," You agreed. "I've never liked how people think they own them, per se. Pets are companions, not objects."

"That's an interesting take," She remarked, hands in her coat pockets. "You're very empathetic, you know. We could use that here, there’s not a lot of people who are.” "Y/N," You heard your name and turned to see your father. He sighed heavily and stopped in front of you, clearly impatient. “Did you pick one?”

"Think so. Took me a while." You chuckled, glancing at Cairo who had an unreadable expression on her face. You felt a tinge of confusion, but brushed it off. You turned to your dad, "Can we get this one?" You asked, motioning to the kitten licking its white paw. It was black, with its paws and ears white. It was the cutest little thing.

"All right," He sighed, relieved to be done with this. You took far too long deciding something so simple. "Excuse me? Can we take this one?" He asked one of the employees, and Cairo turned back to you, disregarding the men.

"Is that your dad?" She asked with a brief glance to the man.

"Yeah. And I’m sorry, I think I have to go now. It was really nice meeting you though, Cairo." You gave her a smile, then began to go with your father as he now held the cat to sign the paperwork. Before she called to you.

"Y/N," She beckoned calmly, steady. But suddenly, like she couldn’t let you go.

You turned, seeing her still with her hands in her coat pockets, no expression on her face but you could swear you saw curiosity in her eyes. You waited for her to speak.

"Can I have your number?" That surprised you. "I would like to keep talking to you, you give.. good company."

"Oh. Um, yeah, okay," You managed to get out, taking her phone when she held it out and typed in your phone number, handing it back.

She stared at it, then smiled and put it back in her purse. "I'll see you around." “I guess so. Goodbye, Cairo. See you around.” A small smile formed on your lips, and you gave her one last look before leaving with your dad to the counter.

Soon you were out the store, a kitten in your arms, your father carrying some cat feed and a small list of things about the feline, and a new friend. You could say it was a surprisingly pleasant day. You hoped the rest of the town would be as kind as that girl.

--- So I want to know what anyone thinks of this. I think I've gotten better at writing, and I hope you enjoyed it. It actually took me a while, I had writer's block for a hot minute :/

[cocofrauline]

no i don't want that evil white man... i want his coworkers though 🤤

[eldritchpotato]

Octopi and the Castaway's Cry 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

It had been over a month and a half since you had been rescued from that miserable island, it seemed ridiculous to be going back. But the morning your campfire’s smoke had been spotted and your sea monster had slithered away back into the ocean as humans arrived to rescue you was the closest thing you had gotten to a goodbye. It simply would not do in the long run.

After your “encounter” in the water the two of you had only become closer. She apparently knew how to build a fire, something utterly humiliating considering she had to go out of her way to even be in an environment to do so. But burnt fish had never tasted so good.

She spent nights snuggled up with you, keeping you warm as best she could.

Her company could never been enough to make you want to stay forever but it had made the following days almost enjoyable. She had shown you around the island, brought you increasingly interesting meals, even built you a far better hut. She courted you, and you did your best to do the same.

The fact you had not had the chance to say goodbye had only made your return more inevitable. This time though you were on a boat. Once you had gotten back to the mainland and had managed to figure out where you had been it seemed almost silly how remote it had felt.

The wind sails through your hair as you speed towards the island now visible in the distance. Swallowing the lump in your throat you slow the boats speed and stear it towards shore.

Everyone thought you were nuts for wanting to go back but they didnt know who waited for you.

Turning off the engine and tossing the anchor over the side you kick off your clothes and dive into the water in nothing but your bathing suit. You need to round the bend to make it to where your camp was. Despite your best efforts you don’t make it that far.

A familiar red blur barrels into you so fast that she sends you tumbling through the water. Just like your first meeting she drags you to the surface.

“Hey,” you giggle, wrapped up in her tentacles as she keeps you afloat.

She thrills happily, nuzzling into you. Her tentacles are already familiarizing themselves with every inch of you, slipping under your one piece. 

“I missed you too,” you grin.

She holds her wrist up proudly, showing you the bracelet you had made for her out of some torn fabric and shells.

She’s so proud it’s adorable. You hold up your arm showing the tattoos you got over the last sucker marks she left you with. She stares in wonder, tracing the smooth skin of your arm.

You tug her back to the boat, she is hesitant to let go of you but she doesn’t have to. You reach up and grab one of the camping waterproof barrels. You pat it before pointing towards shore. She nods and tugs it into the water with a tentacle. You grab the other and together you carry your camping supplies to shore.

That evening after a big dinner involving lots of human foods, some of which more appealing to her palate than others, you retire together into the large tent you had brought.

She hasn’t stopped touching you since you’ve arrived, you know what she’s desperate for. She fucks you, filling every hole you have to offer with her tentacles, relishing in your cries and moans. You cling to her just as tightly, desperate to imprint her into your body.

A cheap camping tent feels like luxury compared to your last accommodations. She cares little for blankets, happy as always as long as she can wrap herself around you and hold you close.

Neither of you sleep, you can tell you leaving was hard for her. You won’t be able to stay forever, but you promise to come back again and again. All you can do is trust her and hope she understands.

But at least for the next few days you're all hers and there’s nowhere you would rather be.

[meichxe]

lets All get megan downnnn

[cherxwine]

ima start throwing BRICKS if I keep seeing men when I click the tag for a woman character.

UR ANNOYING. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP.

okay. luv u. bye

[lepetitluvr]

My fav thing about Mari Ibarra is that she knew Shauna was a psycho and that she was surrounded by crazy bitches and yet still choose to run her mouth

[potentiallyawitch]

So much monster smut could be absolute peak if you only changed all of the ‘hes, hims, and his’’ into ‘shes and hers’’. Just saying!

[ones-g]

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʟᴜsʜ.ᐟ 𝒟 . 𝒜

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

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

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22. Am I doing it right?

Smut

Saturday. It was a little over two hours until four o'clock, and the Bulldogs frat house was a temple of silence. Sophia and Megan had left early for campus to organize the Greek week tournament, or at least that's what was supposed to happen, because Daniela had taken it upon herself to fast-track everyone's departure with a suspicious amount of energy.

When the front door closed, the volleyball captain transformed.

She had spent a whole hour cleaning her room obsessively. She had changed the sheets for brand new ones, perfectly smoothed out, and had taken the ridiculous amount of trouble to arrange each pillow with pinpoint accuracy. Not happy with that, she went down to the kitchen to make... desserts? Yes, Daniela Avanzini was arranging some sweet snacks on a plate, and she had even walked all over the ground floor lighting a couple of scented candles that smelled like vanilla and wood. All of this when the house was already spotless thanks to Sophia's daily effort.

The girls, right before getting into the car, had looked at her like she was having a low-key psychotic break. Megan even asked her if she had a fever.

But Lara hadn't left with the others. She had stayed at the kitchen threshold because Dani had practically begged her on her knees. Just five minutes.

The team player looked at her captain, who was pacing back and forth along the kitchen island, visibly anxious, spinning an apple in her hands.

—Did something happen? —Lara asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame.

Dani stopped dead in her tracks. She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sigh that gave away the nerves she was trying to hide behind her usual tough-girl facade.

—I need... huh... some advice? —she dropped out of nowhere, twitching her mouth.

Lara raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a mix of surprise and pure amusement. —Are you pregnant?

—No! —Dani exclaimed immediately, her eyes going wide as she waved her hands dramatically—. I haven't touched a penis in forever, Lara, for God's sake.

Her friend nodded, holding back a chuckle. —Fine. Spit it out then. I have four minutes left before Soph starts getting suspicious about why I'm running late.

Daniela swallowed hard. She didn't want to tell her everything; despite her arrogant reputation on campus, she had very clear codes and wasn't going to violate your privacy by telling the details of your blocks or what you did in the intimacy of your bedroom. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms, trying to adopt a casual posture that didn't work out well.

—A... huh... a friend is having a problem —she started to say, measuring every word—. She wants... she wants to feel comfortable with herself again. You know, get her confidence and self-esteem through the roof again.

—What friend? —Lara interrupted with a mischievous smirk.

—Just... listen to me! —Dani hissed, glaring at her to make her shut up.

Lara raised her hands in peace, nodding. —I'm listening.

—That... uh... that friend asked me for a favor —the Latina continued, feeling her face heat up just from remembering it—. She asked me to... help her.

Lara frowned. Her eyes narrowed as she connected the dots at lightning speed. She knew perfectly well which "friend" she was talking about, but she decided not to say anything so she wouldn't scare her off.

—To help her? And you agreed? Did you tell (y/n)? —Lara probed, digging deep.

Daniela swallowed hard again, feeling the weight of the truth in her throat. She avoided eye contact for a second before answering. —She... she's down.

Lara held the silence, staring straight at her. The implicit confirmation was on the table, but she preferred to focus on her captain's real dilemma.

—What do I do, Lara? —Dani confessed in a tiny voice, dropping her shoulders, stripped of all her high-and-mighty attitude for the first time in years—. Like... I don't want to... you know, just have sex and that's it. It's not about that.

Lara's expression softened completely. A warm, genuine smile formed on her lips upon seeing her best friend's vulnerability. —You want it to be special?

—Yeah —Dani admitted immediately.

—For both of you?

—Yeah. I mean! For her! —she corrected herself in a rush, clearing her throat, though the slip-up completely gave her away—. Totally for her. It's... it's her process.

Lara smiled even wider, took a step forward, and patted her shoulder with affectionate force, forcing her to lock eyes. —Focus on her, Avanzini. Make her feel like that's her space, that you are completely at her disposal. Ask, for God's sake, Dani, always ask! Remember consent at every single damn step. If you notice she tenses up, you stop. If you notice she hesitates, you go slower.

Daniela nodded seriously, keeping every word in her head like it was the most important game strategy of her life.

—What really matters here is that she has a good time —Lara concluded, letting go of her shoulder and walking toward the exit, turning around one last time to lock her with a firm look—. At her own pace.

Dani watched her from the kitchen, processing the echo of her words in the empty house.

—Did you hear me, Daniela? At her own pace.

...

Daniela stretched out on the couch in the main living room, letting the silence of the empty house completely wrap around her. She had just taken a long shower, the kind where the hot water completely washes away the tension in your muscles, and now she was wearing comfy, clean clothes that smelled fresh, contrasting with the sweet scent of the candles she had lit. She had an unbreakable rule for this afternoon: she wasn't going to step foot in her room until you were there. That space was sealed, waiting for the exact right moment.

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate against her chest. The device buzzed a couple of times, but Dani didn’t even bother to rush and look at the screen. She knew perfectly well it wasn't you; your notification sound and your ringtone were completely different from the rest of the world.

She closed her eyes, resting her head against the back of the couch, and started to think.

She thought... She thought... And she thought...

How the hell was she going to do this? She mentally went over the checklist like it was the strategy board before the finals of the campus tournament. All the material stuff was covered.

But Lara’s warning was still floating in the air of the living room: "At her own pace."

What could she do to make you feel truly comfortable? What was the thing that would break that wall of ice and panic that had made you run away from Karlee’s car?

Laughs.

That was it. A spark of genius lit up her face. She wasn’t going to go straight for the physical stuff; she wasn’t going to let you walk into the house feeling the pressure of an "obligation" or a test you had to pass. She knew you needed room to breathe, you needed to dismantle the nerves before dismantling the clothes. And now, thanks to that thought, her mind started scheming the perfect plan to fill that time beforehand.

To get you to relax.

She unlocked her phone, scrolling right past and ignoring the notifications from several girls on campus who were dying for a little bit of her attention this Saturday afternoon. She went straight to her music app and started searching. She wanted something specific, something that had that old-school, sweet, and ridiculously charming vibe.

She found "Baby I'm Yours" by Cass Elliot.

She hit play at the lowest volume, letting the soft melody and the velvety voice fill the space between the couch and the wooden walls. Dani listened to the lyrics, tapping one foot to the rhythm of the music, and a genuine smile, the kind that deeply showed off her dimples, appeared on her lips as she pictured the scene. She could already perfectly see the expression you'd make the second you walked through the door and heard that song in the background; your confused face, maybe a raised eyebrow.

With her phone still vibrating softly on her chest and the song playing on a loop, Daniela slowly closed her eyes. The exhaustion of the week and the sheer relaxation from the shower started taking over, and she fell fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in the warmth of the afternoon, imagining your face... and the exact shape of your smile.

...

Her nap was cut short. You were calling her phone.

Daniela jumped, sitting up flat on the couch all of a sudden. The look of the house, bathed in the gold, lazy afternoon light, felt a bit surreal for a second before reality hit her: you were already close.

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to fix the messy bedhead she’d gotten from sleeping, and picked up the call with her voice still a little raspy from the random nap.

—Hey... everything good? —she asked, trying to sound way more chill and confident than she actually felt right then.

She heard your voice on the other end of the line, loaded with that sweetness that had low-key hooked her since the day she met you.

Since three years ago.

—I’m a few blocks away —you said—. Just letting you know in case... I don't know, you forgot.

Dani smiled to herself, with a tenderness that caught her off guard. She got up from the couch, feeling a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with the pre-game anxiety of a team captain.

—Forget? —she replied, walking toward the front of the house while pausing the music on her phone so she could start it up again as soon as you walked in—. Not in a million years, (y/n). I'm right here, waiting for you.

She hung up the call and tossed her phone onto the cushions. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the vanilla scent she’d sprayed all over the house, and made sure everything was in its place. She turned the Cass Elliot song back on at a low volume, just in time, before heading straight to the front door to welcome you.

You closed your phone with shaking hands, pressing it against your chest as you took your final steps toward the Bulldogs' house. Every single stride felt strangely heavy. You had spent the entire walk mentally replaying the crazy deal you had sealed the night before on the porch, wondering for the thousandth time if going to Daniela Avanzini to get your intimacy confidence back was a stroke of genius or a one-way ticket to a total disaster.

When you pushed open the front door, which Daniela had conveniently left unlocked, the vibe completely caught you off guard.

You were expecting the typical chaotic college house on a Saturday afternoon, but the place was deep in an almost unreal calmness. The living room lights were low, the golden light of the sunset was filtering softly through the large windows, and a warm scent of vanilla and wood floated in the air, wrapping around you instantly. But what really threw you off was the background noise.

A soft, old, and ridiculously sweet melody was playing from the living room speakers. It was Cass Elliot singing.

You stood frozen in the foyer, blinking in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of confusion and an inevitable nervous laugh rising up your throat.

Daniela appeared from the kitchen hallway. She wasn't wearing her team uniform or her usual denim jacket; she was wearing comfy pants and a hoodie that made her look strangely approachable, almost soft. Her hair was a little messy, and her hazel eyes scanned you from head to toe with a slowness that gave you goosebumps, stopping at your face.

Noticing your "I can't believe this" expression, the captain widened her smile, showing off those damn dimples that always messed with your head.

—What's with that face? —she asked, slurring her words in her usual raspy tone, leaning a shoulder against the wall frame with total calmness.

—Avanzini... —you let out, crossing your arms, though her smile was already catching onto you—: What the hell is this? Sixties music? Scented candles?

Dani let out a clean laugh, wiping out the last remaining traces of the panic you had brought in from the street in one swift move. She took a couple of steps toward you, closing the distance with that confidence that characterized her, but stopping at a safe distance, respecting your space just like Lara had warned her to.

—I told you to relax, princesa —she whispered, tilting her head a bit. Her fresh mint breath mixed with the vanilla scent in the room—: You said your head wouldn't stop screaming, keeping you from enjoying yourself. So the first thing we're gonna do today is shut that noise down. Did the music work?

You stayed there staring at her, trapped in the warmth of her eyes. Your heart did a violent flip, but this time it wasn't out of fear. It was something completely different, something that felt strangely comforting.

—Yeah... —you admitted in a tiny voice, relaxing your shoulders for the first time all day—: I think it worked.

Daniela didn't take her eyes off you while you unbuttoned your jacket. She was analyzing you in that thorough way of hers, as if she were reading a play at the net, but this time there was something different in her gaze. She noticed immediately that you were wearing a different kind of outfit today. You looked prettier, it was undeniable; you had gotten ready exclusively for her, but Dani knew you well enough to realize that these clothes weren’t your usual style. It showed in the way you kept adjusting the fabric, a little uncomfortable, a little stiff.

Knowing that you had made that effort for her made her heart skip a beat, but it also reminded her of Lara's advice. She had to make you feel comfortable.

—Do you want to go upstairs now? —she asked softly, her voice losing any trace of her usual arrogance.

You nodded, letting out a slow sigh, letting go of some of the tension you had left.

She held out her hand to you. You stared at her fingers for a couple of seconds, hesitating, until you finally took it. Dani’s grip was firm but incredibly gentle, guiding you without any rush.

You guys walked up the steps in silence, with Cass Elliot's melody fading away on the ground floor, and reached her room. It was a space that, ironically, you practically felt was yours already from visiting it so much for study sessions.

Daniela stepped ahead and opened the door all the way, making an exaggerated bow. —Please, step inside, my lady.

You rolled your eyes, but a laugh escaped you before you could help it. As you crossed the threshold, you stopped dead in your tracks. Everything was absurdly neat. The fresh sheets looked like they belonged in a hotel, and there wasn't a single volleyball lying around on the floor.

—Did you clean your room? —you asked, turning around to look at her with your arms crossed.

—Shh —she hissed at you, putting a finger to her lips with total seriousness—. The elves will get mad if they find out I moved all my stuff without their permission.

You laughed, feeling the atmosphere lighten up a bit more. You walked over to the mattress and sat on the edge of it. The moment you did, silence returned to the room, but this time it was an expectant silence, one that gave you goosebumps all over your arms.

—So... —you started, not really knowing how to break the ice.

Daniela, noticing how you tensed up again and how your hands gripped the fabric of your clothes, rushed to interrupt you.

—Are you comfortable in those clothes? —she asked, crossing her arms while looking at you from the center of the room—. I can lend you a t-shirt, if you want.

Your eyes lit up instantly, reflecting pure relief. —Yes. God, I need to get out of this right now.

She chuckled low, bursting with pride for having noticed it before you even had to ask. She walked over to her closet with lazy steps, rummaged through the hangers, and pulled out an NFL jersey. It was a massive piece of clothing she had bought last year and had only worn once, purely because it had her lucky number on it: number six.

—Here —she held it out to you.

You looked at it and took it in your hands. Immediately, Daniela turned around, completely giving you her back as she faced the window. She wasn't going to look at you just yet.

You were left with the giant jersey between your fingers, blinking at her unmoving silhouette. —Why are you turning around if you're still gonna see me naked in a bit anyway? —you asked, with a mix of curiosity and a sting of shyness.

She shrugged, keeping her eyes fixed on the outside, though you managed to catch the subtle movement of her jaw clenching.

—Just change in peace. Let me know when you're ready —Dani let out, her voice dropping to that thick, protective register that completely disarmed you.

You stayed in silence for a moment, listening to the soft rustle of the fabric as you undressed. You slipped out of that stiff outfit you had chosen to impress her and put on the massive gray NFL jersey. The fabric was huge on you, falling almost to your thighs, and instantly Daniela’s clean scent, mixed with that subtle hint of mint and soap, completely wrapped around you.

That level of care Dani was taking with you, the slowness of every single one of her movements so she wouldn't overwhelm you, squeezed your heart in a way you didn't know how to process. The arrogant, competitive captain that the entire campus knew had stayed outside of that room.

—Ready —you said in a tiny voice, breaking the silence.

Daniela turned around with an agonizing slowness, as if she wanted to give you time to back out if you still wanted to.

When her hazel eyes locked onto you, they stopped. You were standing right there, in the middle of her neat room, wearing only that extra-large jersey that made you look small and adorable, with your pretty hair falling over your shoulders and that simple makeup highlighting your features in the afternoon light. You were still, with your hands clenched at your sides, waiting for any reaction from her part.

A soft smile, stripped of any teasing, formed on the Latina's lips.

—Much better —she whispered, taking a short step toward you. Her eyes gleamed—. You’re beautiful either way —she added in the same low tone, almost like a secret between the two of you.

You felt the heat rush straight to your cheeks, but this time you tried to use your sarcasm to protect yourself from the tidal wave of emotions she was stirring up in you.

—Okay, Dani. I know I told you about my insecurities, but you don't low-key have to hype me up in every single sentence.

Daniela let out a raspy chuckle, amused by your resistance. She moved a bit closer, breaking the safety distance, and held out her hand to you with her palm facing up. You looked at it out of the corner of your eye and, with a fake reluctance that only aimed to hide the wild flip your heart just did, you placed your fingers over hers.

With a smooth, fluid movement, Dani gave you a gentle pull and made you do a slow spin on your axis, looking at you like you were the only person in the entire world.

—I never lie, princesa —she let out when you ended up facing her again, forcing you to hold her gaze as she caught your other hand—. And if I say it, it's because I genuinely think you’re beautiful. In every single version of you.

Those words settled deep in your chest. There was no trace of a game. Daniela was talking to you with a firm gentleness, as if you were made of glass but she wasn't afraid of breaking you.

—Now —Dani whispered, barely tilting her head and giving you a tiny, almost imperceptible tug toward the bed—, sit with me. Slowly.

You let yourself be guided. You sat back down on the edge of the mattress, and she settled right next to you, in profile, bending one leg over the sheets to face you. The closeness made your knees brush again, triggering that exact same warm feeling from yesterday under the table, but multiplied by a thousand in the privacy of her room.

Daniela looked down at your hands, which were still intertwined with hers, and with her thumbs she started tracing slow circles over your skin.

—Is the panic still in there? —she asked in a very low voice, brushing one of your knuckles with her index finger—. Tell me the truth.

—A little bit —you admitted, gluing your eyes to the gray sweater she was wearing, unable to hold her gaze for that long—. It’s... it’s stupid. I feel like I'm gonna ruin it at any second, or that my head is gonna start spinning again.

—Look at me —she asked, gentle but unbreakable.

You looked up.

—There’s nothing to ruin, because today you don't have to meet any expectations, (y/n) —she explained to you, her thumb now moving up your wrist, right above the string bracelet you guys still shared—. There’s no goal. There’s no rush. If the only thing we do today is sit right here while you get used to me touching you... then that’s what we’ll do. Did you hear me?

You nodded, feeling a tight knot in your throat start to give in a little. The way she said it, so completely free of selfishness, made you feel ridiculously safe.

Dani let go of one of your hands and, with the slowness of someone who doesn't want to scare a wounded little animal, moved her fingers up your arm until she reached your face. She slid the back of her fingers across your warm cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

—Can I kiss you? —she asked suddenly.

The question caught you by surprise.

—Yes —you whispered, half-closing your eyes.

Daniela didn't lung in. She leaned in with an agonizingly slow pause, giving you the exact time to process the closing distance. When her lips finally brushed yours, the contact was incredibly soft. It wasn't the hunger from the gym bathroom, but a warm, unhurried brush, a silent acknowledgment that made you let out the air you were holding in your lungs.

She gave you short kisses. Little pecks that met and parted with an almost innocent slowness, as if it were the first time both of you were experiencing what it was like to kiss someone, or as if it were the first real approach between the two of you.

That subtle, disarming back-and-forth made you smile between her lips, feeling the stiffness in your shoulders completely disappear. Noticing your reaction, Daniela let out a shaky sigh against your mouth. A sigh of pure relief and warmth, because she was realizing that she was enjoying every single one of her own actions; every pause and every bit of patience she was showing exclusively for you made her feel strangely whole.

—Push me away if it's too much —she whispered, opening her eyes slowly as she pulled back just a few centimeters, keeping her lips right next to yours.

When you opened your own eyes, what you saw on her face caused a wild flip in your stomach, a reality check that left you breathless. The unbeatable captain façade was completely shattered. Dani’s eyebrows were raised on the inside in an expression of vulnerability, her pupils were completely dilated, her cheeks carried a bright blush, and her hazel eyes looked over you with a gaze of total and utter devotion. A look that you, in your blindness, would have never expected to receive from her.

—Can I keep going? —she asked in a cracked whisper, brushing your bottom lip with hers again.

—Yeah —you managed to articulate amidst the flood of your own emotions.

The next kiss started exactly the same as the first one: unhurried, soft. However, something changed inside you. The residual panic finished dissolving and your hands, which until a second ago were still clenched tightly against your thighs over the extra-large jersey, finally let go. They moved timidly up her arms until they reached her face, gently cradling her sharp jawline.

You sighed as you felt the warmth of her skin, and Daniela gasped against your mouth when she felt your touch, shivering subtly under your fingers.

—Is this okay? —she asked again between the kisses, making sure not to break the spell.

—Mgh... —you approved with a muffled sound, unable to form actual words.

Dani’s hand that was resting on your face moved slowly to the back of your neck, burying into your hair. She started massaging the area with a rhythmic gentleness, applying a minimal but firm pressure that pushed you to press a bit closer against her lips. At the stimulus, you opened your mouth a little more instinctively.

In all your previous hookups, Daniela had been the one dominating the kisses, the one dictating the rhythm and intensity with an overwhelming confidence. But this time... she decided to take a step back. She let you do it. She let you be the one guiding the pace.

The first subtle meeting of your tongues made both of you groan low in the silence of the room. It was a timid, subtle brush, a quiet exploration that gave you back every single piece of the confidence you thought you had lost.

Feeling completely secure, you leaned further into her, looking to deepen the contact. Dani tightened her fingers at the back of your neck in response to your initiative, holding back a growl in her throat as her lips started moving a bit faster, responding to your demand. But she was holding back. Daniela was really holding back with all her strength, fighting the wild urge to devour you to make sure that every microsecond of that afternoon kept going strictly at your pace.

When you pulled apart just a millimeter, your breaths mixed in the tiny space dividing you. Daniela rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed, catching her breath with difficulty. You could feel her heartbeat thumping hard against your own chest, but she made no move to go any further past your face.

Remembering Lara's warning word for word, Dani forced herself to calm things down, taking her sweet time.

—How are you? —she whispered against your lips, opening her eyes slowly to look for yours—. You still good? Do you need us to pause for a second?

—I'm good —you replied, your voice sounding a bit firmer than before, comforted by her absolute patience—. Don't stop.

Daniela let out a relieved sigh and brought her hand down from the back of your neck, letting her fingers subtly brush the line of your collarbone, just above the neck of her massive t-shirt. Her eyes followed the path of her own touch, fixed on your skin, but before sliding her hand underneath the fabric, she stopped dead in her tracks.

She stared right at you, waiting for permission.

—Can I... touch you here? —she asked in a raspy whisper, barely brushing the surface of your shoulder—. Can I slide my hands under the shirt, princesa?

The gentleness with which she asked, completely handing you the reins of the situation, made something finally break inside you, letting go of the last barrier of mistrust. You nodded slowly, taking her other hand to guide it to your waist yourself.

—Yes, Dani. You can.

Her palms, ridiculously hot, finally slid under the fabric. The direct contact of her skin against your sides made you let out a soft gasp, subtly arching your back. Daniela froze the movement immediately, her thumbs sinking just a bit into your hips to keep you steady but without pressing.

—Is this okay? —she asked right away, a note of genuine worry in her cracked voice—. Is the pace okay or am I going too fast? Tell me if you need anything. Water, air... whatever. I'm all yours, princesa.

—It's perfect —you murmured, closing your eyes and letting yourself go in the warmth of her hands.

A slow smile formed on the captain's face once again. Her hands resumed the movement, moving up your sides, adoring every single inch of your skin with a patience that was making you touch the sky ahead of time, making sure every microsecond that your mind stayed completely calm.

There was something about the texture of your torso, about the warmth radiating from your body, that completely hypnotized her.

Dani parted her lips, letting out a shaky gasp while her fingers traced the curve of your ribs, moving up and down with a slowness that gave you goosebumps. She momentarily ignored your breasts on purpose, focusing solely on the map of your waist, on the way your stomach gently twitched every time she pressed a millimeter closer. That sound that escaped her throat, so disarmed and full of held-back desire, made it hard for you to swallow.

Almost by instinct, forced by the intensity of the moment, you looked at each other again. Her eyes looked like they wanted to devour your soul. Both of you were breathing heavily, Dani's chest rising and falling in the exact same rhythm as yours.

Daniela stopped the movement of her hands on your hips, letting them rest there like an anchor, and held your gaze with a vulnerability that made your pulse race.

—You can touch me too —she told you in a whisper, almost begging.

Your hands, which were still resting shyly on her shoulders, shook a little at the invitation. You looked at Daniela’s sweatshirt and, swallowing hard, slowly slid your hands down to the bottom edge of the fabric. Your fingers brushed the cloth until they found their way inside, touching the firm, warm skin of her stomach.

Dani let out a subtle shiver, closing her eyes tightly as your palms cautiously moved up her torso. Feeling her muscles clench under your touch, noticing that she was also vulnerable to you, brought back a wave of power and confidence you thought was dead.

—God, (y/n)... —she managed to let out in a low groan, opening her eyes to look for yours. Her golden gaze reflected a massive amount of gratitude, a devotion that made your pulse race in a beautiful way.

You built up the courage and leaned forward, closing the distance on your own initiative, locking your mouths in a kiss that started out soft, but quickly turned into a shared necessity, deeper and hungrier. Your hands gripped her back, feeling the warmth of her skin, while Daniela returned the embrace with a gasp that got muffled in your throat.

Dani slid her hands up from your hips, moving up your torso with extreme gentleness. With her thumbs, she softly traced the base of your breasts, stopping right there, waiting for your reaction, measuring every single inch of your comfort.

She pulled away just a few millimeters, brushing her nose against yours, her breath hitched. She started leaving slow, wet kisses across your cheeks, brushing the tip of your nose and moving down your jawline with a sweetness so genuine it lit up your entire body. The contrast between her usual arrogance and this disarming tenderness sent a shiver straight down your spine.

Suddenly, a rush of bravery pumped through your veins and you started pushing yourself up a bit more on the mattress, making some space.

—Dani? —you whispered, your voice breaking.

She didn't stop. She was completely focused on tracing a path of warm kisses down the curve of your neck, making sure to do it with extreme softness, without leaving any marks, adoring the exposed skin that the massive neck of the t-shirt allowed her to reach.

—Yeah? —she answered against your skin, her warm breath sending a fresh wave of heat down to your stomach.

You moved just a tiny bit, forcing her to pull away only a few inches so she could look you in the eyes.

—Take my shirt off —you asked her in a tiny voice.

Daniela froze for a split second. The air in the room seemed to stop completely. Her eyes dropped to your chest and then snapped back to your face, searching for any trace of doubt. She didn't find any; she only saw a blind trust placed entirely in her.

Hell yeah.

Daniela’s hands slowly moved up to the bottom edge of the t-shirt. Her fingers were shaking, an almost unnoticeable detail that gave away just how much the moment was getting to her. It was the first time she would see you half-naked, the first time she would break that physical barrier, and having you like this, giving yourself to her after so much fear, lit up her soul in a possessive and protective way as she started sliding the fabric upward with an agonizing slowness, letting the cool air of the room brush against your skin as she uncovered you before her eyes.

She implicitly asked you with her eyes to raise your arms. You did, letting out a shaky sigh, and the shirt finally came off over your head, landing somewhere on the sheets.

The room seemed to completely run out of oxygen.

You sat there right in front of her, shirtless under the golden light slipping through the window. Your breathing made your chest rise and fall at a racing pace, giving away the nerves still battling inside you. You felt completely exposed, naked under the gaze of the person who, until recently, seemed completely out of reach on campus.

Daniela parted her lips, completely hypnotized. Her eyes dilated even more as they traced your skin, from the curve of your shoulders down to your waist. There was no rush in her eyes, no cheap lust; what you saw on her face was an almost sacred wonder. It hit her how pretty you were, but more than anything, it ached deep in her chest how vulnerable you were letting yourself be in front of her. She knew the weight that gesture carried. She knew the lock you were breaking.

For the first time, Dani's confidence faltered. She swallowed hard, and her hands, which were resting on her own thighs, closed into loose fists, holding herself back. You wrapped your arms around your stomach in an unconscious reflex of shyness. Noticing the gesture, Dani reacted immediately with that therapeutic slowness she had forced on herself. She reached out one of her hands, her fingers trembling slightly, and brushed the outside of your arm, gently urging you to drop your barrier.

—Is it okay if I get a little closer? —she asked in a tiny voice, her eyebrows downturned, stripped of any hint of pride.

You nodded, letting go of your arms and letting the distance between the two of you erase completely. Daniela leaned into you, wrapping you in her warmth, and started leaving a line of slow, warm, and comforting kisses on your shoulder, slowly moving up toward your collarbone.

During that trail, Dani paused for a second. Her hazel eyes scanned the delicate skin of your neck, noticing that the hickey Karlee had left on you was completely gone. A spark of curiosity crossed her mind: did you low-key get rid of it using one of those typical cheap YouTube tricks with a cold spoon or toothpaste? She wanted to smile at the thought, but preferred not to break the moment with words. Her hands, always big and protective, wandered across your body again, tracing your torso with a devotion that made you shudder.

And you... suddenly felt the weight of the world on top of you again. The cool air on your skin, the intensity of the situation, and the blurry memory of running away from Karlee's car crashed into your head all at once.

—Stop... stop. Wait —you murmured, interrupting the brush of her lips.

—Hey... —Dani whispered, stopping in her tracks, lifting her hands to give you space, with a look loaded with pure concern.

—I... God, I'm sorry. It was nothing —you said quickly, feeling a sting of panic at the thought that you were gonna let her down.

You leaned toward her and kissed her with a sudden urgency, trying to force it, forcing yourself to keep going because everything was going so fucking well. Daniela was being perfect. You couldn't let your mind fuck things up again.

—No... no, princesa. Wait —Dani asked mid-kiss, trying to slow down the subtle desperation in your movements.

Ignoring her warning, you moved and climbed onto her lap, straddling her thighs. You clung to her hoodie; you really wanted to stop feeling like this, you wanted to turn off your brain and force your body to react.

—(y/n), stop —Dani stated, using a firm but incredibly sweet tone, gently catching your wrists to force you to stop.

You did. You stayed frozen on top of her, and instantly, your eyes welled up, filling with tears that threatened to fall at any second.

—I'm fine. Keep going —you begged in a cracked, tiny voice—. Touch me, please, touch me.

Daniela looked at you from below, her brows furrowed and a pained expression on her lips from seeing you suffer. —You don't want that right now, princess.

—Yes I do —you insisted, blinking to clear the tears.

—(y/n) —she called you by your name, with an unwavering seriousness that made you realize she wasn't gonna give in.

You sighed, giving up against the obvious, and hung your head, letting your shoulders drop.

Daniela didn't hesitate. She reached out across the sheets, grabbed the NFL jersey again, and, with infinite patience, pulled it over your head and arms, carefully dressing you while you were still sitting on her lap.

—Alright... don't worry about it —she murmured, adjusting the collar of the jersey.

—I ruined it —you let out, hiding your face in her neck, feeling terribly frustrated with yourself.

—What? No. You didn't ruin absolutely anything —she assured immediately, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you against her chest.

You pouted, swallowing your tears against the fabric of her hoodie, feeling the steady beat of her heart. Dani held you tightly, cradling you in her lap for a long minute, letting the silence become a safe haven again instead of a pressure.

—I have an idea... —she suddenly whispered against your ear, her voice regaining a bit of that vibrant tone you loved so much—. Are you hungry?

—No —you answered with a muffled, slightly bratty voice—. I feel like crying.

Dani smiled understandingly, kissing the side of your forehead with overwhelming tenderness. —Cry if you want to... but we're going to the kitchen. I promise you desserts cure mental blocks.

You let yourself get carried away, still a little dazed by the flood of emotions, while Daniela helped you slide off her lap. Your bare feet touched the cold floor of the hallway, and the contrast snapped you out of it a bit. Dani didn't let go of your hand for a single second; she kept her fingers intertwined with yours in a firm, warm grip that reminded you that, despite the handbrake you had just pulled, she was still right there, with you.

You guys walked down the stairs in a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft rustle of her sweatpants and the subtle creak of the wooden steps. When you reached the ground floor, the scent of vanilla was still floating in the air, and Cass Elliot's voice kept playing on a loop, like a reminder of the peace Dani had built for you before you even arrived.

Daniela guided you straight toward the kitchen island. She signaled with a gentle touch on your waist for you to sit on one of the high stools.

—Stay here. Don't move —she ordered with a fake authoritative tone, winking at you as she headed to the fridge.

You climbed onto the stool, tucking your legs in and hugging your knees against your chest, letting the oversized t-shirt cover you completely. Your eyes were still a bit blurry from the held-back tears, and the frustration was still stinging in your throat. You felt small, but watching her move around the kitchen with total naturalness managed to quiet down the noise in your head.

Dani opened the fridge and pulled out the plate she had been preparing so carefully a couple of hours earlier. She turned around and placed it on the marble, right in front of you. They were small brownies, perfectly cut, paired with some fresh strawberries and a couple of ice-cold bottles of water.

—Alright —Dani said, resting both hands on the edge of the island, leaning toward you to meet your eye level—. I know you said you weren't hungry, but chocolate produces endorphins, and Captain Avanzini never loses a match against a bad mood. So you're gonna eat one. Please.

An involuntary chuckle, half-sigh and half-sob, escaped your chest.

—You're an idiot, Dani —you murmured, reaching out a shaky hand to take one of the strawberries.

—I'm a visionary, which is different —she corrected, widening her smile and showing those dimples that managed to completely disarm you. She took a brownie and playfully held it up to your lips—. Come on, take a bite. Let the sugar do its thing while you decide if you want to cry, scream, or talk trash. I'm listening.

You bit the brownie straight from her fingers, feeling the rich, fudgy chocolate flavor coat your mouth. It was exactly what you needed, even if your pride refused to admit it out loud. The lump in your throat finally loosened, and a rogue tear slipped down your cheek, followed by another one.

Dani didn't freak out. She didn't get awkward or try to give you one of her motivational speeches. She just left the rest of the brownie on the plate, reached out, and, with the back of her thumb, wiped away the wet trail from your face with extreme gentleness.

—That's it. Let it all out, princesa —she whispered, walking around the kitchen island to sit on the stool right next to yours, closing the distance but without pressuring you.

You turned a bit in your seat, burying your wet face against her shoulder. Dani welcomed you instantly, wrapping a firm arm around your back to pull you close to her, while using her other hand to stroke the strands of your hair, which you had taken so much time to do up for her that afternoon.

—I'm so sorry... —you managed to babble against the fabric of her hoodie, your voice choked up by the silly crying you could no longer hold back—. Everything was going so well. You were being... perfect. And I just froze up. I hate feeling this broken, Dani. I hate that this happens to me.

Dani stopped the movement of her hand in your hair and let out a long sigh, resting her cheek against your head.

—Listen to me carefully, (y/n) —she said, gently forcing you to pull back a bit so you could see the absolute seriousness in her hazel eyes—. You are not broken. Do you hear me? You're just processing a bad experience, and your body has memory. What happened upstairs wasn't a failure. It was a win.

You looked at her with bloodshot eyes, blinking in disbelief. —A win? Dani, I dressed up ridiculously, asked you to take my shirt off, and then I just burst into tears.

—A win —she insisted, flashing a slight smirk, though her eyes were still shining with that pure, honest devotion—. Because you were able to say "stop." In the car with Karlee you couldn't do it, you swallowed the noise until you couldn't take it anymore. Today, right here, you were in total control. You knew exactly where your limit was today, you let me know, and I listened to you. That's what this is about. For you to learn that you can stop whenever the fuck you want and nobody is gonna push past your boundaries.

Your eyes went a little wider, taking in her words. The weight of the guilt that was crushing your chest started to dissolve, replaced by a comforting warmth. Daniela truly understood. She wasn't faking it to look good; she was taking care of you with a maturity that squeezed your heart in a completely new way.

—So... you're not mad? —you asked in a whisper, wiping your nose.

Dani let out a clean laugh, one of those that brought life back into the room, and gave your waist a gentle squeeze.

—Mad? Princesa, I have a plate full of brownies, the afternoon off, and my tutor wearing my jersey in my kitchen. I couldn't be mad even if I tried. Now, finish eating and tell me... what do you wanna do? We can watch a trash movie in the living room, we can stay here and talk, or we can just listen to Cass Elliot until you're tired of it. You call the shots today.

That...

"You call the shots today."

It resonated in your head like a distant echo, hitting the walls of your mind until it stripped away the very last trace of doubt. You bit your bottom lip, thinking, processing the weight of having absolute control in your hands. It wasn't an obligation; it was a safe space she was gifting you.

—I'm gonna go grab my phone. I'll be right back —Dani murmured, giving your thigh a light, tiny squeeze before getting up from the stool.

You were left alone in the kitchen.

Your breathing slowed down completely, matching the relaxed rhythm of the music that was still playing in the living room. "You call the shots today.." Damn, you wanted to do this. It wasn't about Karlee anymore, or erasing a bad experience, or proving anything to anyone. It was for you. It was your own latent need to reclaim your body, your confidence, your freedom. Were you really gonna let your mind win this round again? Were you gonna let fear dictate your limits forever?

The sound of lazy footsteps brought you back.

—Alright. I got my phone —Dani announced, reappearing in the kitchen while leaving the device on the island—. And guess what? Megan left the Nintendo. Want to play?

You stared at her in absolute silence, completely ignoring the console. Your eyes locked onto hers made her pause.

—Dani.

She nodded slowly, picking up a strawberry from the plate and chewing it slowly, waiting for you to speak, giving you all the time in the world.

—If I ask you to keep going...

—(y/n) —she interrupted you immediately, with a hint of firm concern in her voice, about to stop you before you forced yourself into something you might regret.

—No. Not like that. Let me... let me finish —you asked her, holding her gaze with a determination you hadn't had all day.

She swallowed hard and stayed quiet. She listened.

—I want to keep going. I want... I want to get out of this loop. Dani, I want to love myself again... —you looked at her, feeling your chest tighten, but this time out of pure conviction—. So... please. Just... help me.

Daniela bit the inside of her cheek, visibly conflicted. Her bracelet jingled subtly as she rested her hands on the island, forcing herself to keep a cool head.

—You shouldn't rush into this, princess... —she let out in a shaky whisper, trying to be the voice of reason—. Much less feel pressured by me, or by what happened upstairs. We can go slow.

—Daniela.

Oh...

Calling her by her name, with that firm and nakedly honest tone, was the ultimate breaking point. Dani closed her eyes for a second, absorbing the impact of your voice, and when she opened them again, the look of pure devotion she had given you in the room returned multiplied by a thousand. She understood that you weren't running away from a ghost anymore; you were giving her an order. And she was ready to obey.

—Tell me what to do —Daniela whispered, her voice completely cracked, surrendering to the focus of your gaze. The air between the two of you got so thick you could low-key cut it.

You grabbed her firmly by the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling her in with a confidence that left the captain breathless. You brought her so close you could feel the heat radiating from her body, breaking any trace of distance in that kitchen during the sunset.

—Touch me —you ordered in a tiny voice, defying the fear that had kept you trapped.

—Are you sure? —Dani asked one last time. Her eyes gleamed with a wild intensity, but her hands stayed suspended in the air, giving you one final chance to back out.

As an answer, you slowly spread your legs and let her step between them. You were still sitting on the high stool of the island, which left you at the perfect height of her face, trapping her completely in your space.

She gasped, shocked by the absolute determination of your move. Her hands finally came down on the sides of your thighs, squeezing the fabric of the oversized t-shirt with a shaky grip.

—Touch me —you murmured again, tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck—. Feel me. Stroke me.

Dani couldn't hold back anymore. She leaned forward, burying her face into the crook of your neck, and groaned straight into your ear when your free hand started moving up and down hard against her abs, tracing the firmness of her torso over the fabric of her hoodie. The sound that escaped her throat was a thick whine, full of a pent-up desire that ran right down your spine.

Your other hand moved down fast, found hers, and guided it firmly toward the hem of the t-shirt. You brought it straight inside, placing it under the fabric, right against the bare warmth of your skin.

Daniela pulled away a few centimeters, breaking the contact of her lips, and looked at you straight on. Her eyes were completely dark, fixed on the image you projected right there, sitting on that kitchen stool, completely open for her in the intimacy of her house. She was struggling to breathe, her shoulders rising and falling heavily.

—Don't just stand there —you said, challenging her with your gaze, tightening your fingers around the fabric of her clothes.

—I'm... I'm thinking —she managed to articulate in a raspy voice, holding back the urge to lunge at you.

As a response, you shattered any doubt she had left. You pulled the giant t-shirt up a bit more with your own hands, revealing your panties, the soft curve of your stomach, your torso, and your breasts, which could still be seen under the lace bra you had chosen so carefully that afternoon.

Dani swallowed hard, feeling her self-control permanently slip through her fingers.

—Damn you —she whispered in a husky groan.

She stepped closer again with a wild determination. She grabbed your thighs with her firm hands, opened your legs a bit wider, and stepped right between them, sinking into your space until her pelvis bumped directly against your center. The impact of the friction, even through the clothes, made you let out a loud gasp.

Her hands moved up and down your thighs with force, gripping your skin, and this time Dani started kissing you with absolutely no gentleness. It wasn't the shy little pecks from upstairs anymore; it was a deep, hungry, possessive kiss, where your tongues met with a rush that set your veins on fire.

Feeling the pressure of her clothed pelvis against yours, your body reacted out of pure instinct and you started grinding against her, looking to relieve the heat that had settled in your core. Daniela didn't hold back. She matched your movement, pushing the pace with a force that made you lose your balance. Her hands left your thighs for a second to prop themselves behind you, directly on the countertop, holding your weight and tilting the stool so intensely that it was resting on just two legs.

Dani opened her mouth against your lips, letting out a thick gasp as the friction became faster and more constant between your bodies.

You groaned deeply right into her mouth, losing track of everything that wasn't her warmth. —Faster.

—Patience... —she murmured against your skin, her voice slurred and heavy, forcing herself to maintain a tiny bit of control so she wouldn't hurt you.

While she kept moving her hips against yours, one of her hands came down from the countertop and moved slowly up from your thigh, sliding under the edge of your panties until she brushed against your folds. You were completely wet, your body responding without a filter to the security she gave you.

The second she touched you with the tips of her fingers through the damp fabric, your entire body tensed up.

—Dani... —you begged, arching your back, digging your nails into her shoulders.

—Yeah? —she answered, without stopping the torturous rub of her fingers or the push of her hips.

God, those calculated movements of her pelvis were hitting you straight in the nerves, making you forget any ghost of the past. You were completely there, alive, feeling only her.

Daniela brought her head down to your neck, licking and biting your skin with a restrained urgency, while her fingers started pressing a bit harder on your center.

—Talk to me, princesa... —she asked you in a cracked whisper, hot against your ear, her breath hitting you hard—. Come on, tell your Dani what you need... I'll give it to you. Fuck, I'll give you whatever you want.

You could feel Dani’s fingers moving with a torturous precision inside you, but you needed more. You needed total control, to change the angle, to feel like she was completely surrendered at your feet, just like she had just sworn to you.

You pulled your lips away from hers with a heavy gasp, stopping the rhythm of your own hips for a second to force her to look at you. Your hands moved down from her shoulders and rested firmly on her chest, pushing her back subtly, just enough for the stool to settle back on all four legs against the kitchen floor.

Dani stopped, blinking heavily, her lips parted and wet. Her hazel eyes, unfocused from desire, searched for yours immediately, waiting for the order.

—Kneel —you asked her in a whisper loaded with a new authority, one that came straight from your chest.

Daniela swallowed hard. The request seemed to echo in the silence of the kitchen, competing only with the low murmur of the music still playing in the background. For the girl who never bent a knee for anyone, that word would have been an insult in any other context. But coming from you, at this exact moment, it was like music to her ears.

A slow smile, completely disarmed and filled with that blind devotion that belonged entirely to you, spread across her lips.

—Whatever you order —she whispered back, her voice raspy.

Without breaking eye contact, Dani took a step back, moving out of the space between your legs. With an almost ceremonial slowness, she began to go down. Her knees hit the cold kitchen floor, one by one, landing in the exact space between your open thighs.

From that position, Daniela had to look up to face you. Her hands moved up slowly, resting on your bare knees, squeezing them with just the right firmness to let you know she was still your anchor.

You were up there, sitting on the stool, with your t-shirt pulled up and absolute control of the situation. Without breaking eye contact, you lifted your right foot and rested it against her shoulder, pushing her back gently but firmly. The weight of your leg on her was an absolute statement of intent.

—Adore me —you whispered, your voice heavy with a dangerous sweetness that seemed to vibrate against the kitchen walls.

Dani let out a deep gasp, a sound that was a muffled plea. Her hands, which were resting on your knees, tensed up and then slid up your legs, tracing lines of heat that made you shiver, but she didn't break her focus from you even for a millimeter.

—Don't... don't take your eyes off mine —you added, feeling your own heart hammering against your ribs, wild and fast.

Daniela clenched her lips, holding back a growl. She accepted the challenge with an intensity that took your breath away. Her pupils were so dilated that her hazel iris almost disappeared, leaving you facing an abyss of desire that belonged entirely to you. She leaned in, moving with a sluggishness meant to torture you, bringing her face close to the fabric of your panties, but without stopping her gaze upward, into your eyes, maintaining that visual bond that forced you to stay present, to not let your mind get lost in fear.

—Whatever you want —she answered.

With an almost unreal softness, she began to kiss you, moving slowly up the inside of your thighs. Every time her lips brushed your skin, she looked up, making sure to trap you in her gaze, to force you to witness how she was losing herself for you.

—Look at me... —she whispered, her hot breath filtering through the fabric—. I want everything that happens today, every time I touch you, to stay burned right here, in your eyes, so you never feel broken ever again.

She forced you to see how she was kneeling before you not as a captain, but as someone who was willing to build up, piece by piece, your lost confidence, using her kisses and her hands as the most precise tools you could ever imagine. Your nails dug into the counter at your sides. Daniela took her time, taking every single one of your words seriously. She adored you with an almost religious devotion, moving slowly up the inner line of your thighs, leaving a hot trail that made you shake all over.

They weren't ordinary kisses; it was a calculated foreplay to completely disarm you. Dani alternated the pressure, leaving deep, open-mouthed kisses that made you gasp, followed by just the most subtle nips with her teeth, so soft they gave you goosebumps all over your arms, only to calm the tiny sting with the slow, warm brush of her tongue.

All of that without breaking the pact. Every time she backed up a millimeter to catch her breath, her eyes locked onto yours, reminding you that you were there, that you had control, that you were the one dictating the rhythm of her mouth.

The contrast between the cold air on your bare torso and the scorching heat of her breath against your crotch blurred your thoughts. Your pelvis lifted instinctively from the stool, chasing more of that contact that was setting your nerves on fire.

—Dani... —you begged in a muffled moan, feeling like the limit of what you could handle was a split second away from breaking.

She stopped right at the edge of the damp fabric of your panties. She felt your shiver and, keeping her gaze locked on you, let out a hot breath against your center that made you let out a choked gasp. Her hands closed with a bit more firmness on your knees, locking you in place.

—Yeah? —she answered in a raspy whisper, rough with held-back desire, challenging you with her eyes to tell her exactly what you wanted her to do next.

Faced with your lack of words, your inability to articulate anything coherent while the heat was consuming you, Daniela read your body to perfection. She didn't wait for you to answer. Keeping her gaze locked on you, she tilted her head forward and slowly dragged her tongue all over your center, right through the fabric of your wet panties.

The direct contact, thick and hot, sent a shock of straight-up electricity through you so intense that you reacted out of pure instinct: you snapped your thighs shut around her head, trapping her in your space while letting out a sharp moan that echoed through the whole kitchen.

Dani stayed right there, trapped by the pressure of your legs, but far from complaining, she let out a vibration in her throat that brushed against your skin in the most sinful way possible.

—Anxious? —she whispered against the fabric, her breath evaporating against your intimacy before giving you another slow, long, and firm lick, completely ignoring the cotton barrier.

Her and her stupid tongue. She knew exactly what she was doing. Your pelvis twitched on its own on the stool, chasing more of that delicious torture. You were shaking, with your hands gripping so tightly that your knuckles had gone white.

—Take... take them off —you managed to demand in a tiny, wrecked voice, throwing your head back.

You meant your panties, and the urgency in your tone was the green light Dani was waiting for.

A spark of pure satisfaction darkened the captain's gaze even more. Her hands left your knees and traveled agonizingly up your thighs, hooking her fingers into the side elastics of the underwear. She didn't take her eyes off you for even a fraction of a second as she started to slide the fabric down, completely exposing you to the kitchen light, ready to worship every single millimeter of your skin without any more damn barriers in the way.

Dani took a second. Her fingers kept the fabric hooked around your ankles while her eyes, intense and devouring, drifted down to appreciate what she had just uncovered. You were completely disarmed for her, glistening from the wetness of her own foreplay, and Daniela’s breath hitched audibly. Her jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle twitch under her skin.

True to your order, she looked up immediately to lock eyes with you again. She wasn't gonna break the pact; she wanted you to see the exact impact you had on her.

—Dios... —she managed in a raspy whisper, her voice shaking for the first time in a way that made your heart skip a beat—. You are a fucking miracle.

Without waiting another second, Dani moved in. Her hands went back to your thighs, firmly spreading them open to get a better position at your center, and she leaned forward. This time, her tongue didn't hit any barrier.

She swiped the tip of her tongue directly over your clit in a long, wet, upward stroke that made you gasp. Your back arched immediately, leaving the imaginary backrest, and your hands desperately gripped her shoulders, searching for an anchor in the middle of the storm of sensations rushing through your nerves.

Her and her stupid tongue. Dani started sucking gently, switching up the rhythm with a mastery that was driving you crazy. She gave slow, firm licks, tasting you completely, before using the pressure of her lips in circular movements that made you twitch your pelvis against her face without being able to help it.

—Dani... please... —you groaned, your vision blurring from the pleasure, but forcing yourself to keep your eyes locked onto hers, which stared up at you with a wild possessiveness, devouring every single one of your expressions of surrender.

Dani let out a low grunt against your skin noticing your reaction, sliding two fingers of her free hand down, positioning them at your entrance, ready to slip inside you and coordinate the rhythm of her mouth with her hands, determined to give you absolutely everything you wanted this afternoon. With ruthless patience, she pulled her mouth just a few millimeters away from your center, just enough to let the cool air snap you back to reality for a second, though she kept her fingers brushing your entrance. Her tongue started acting up again, but this time with short, almost lazy strokes, tasting you with a calm that was driving you insane.

She reveled in your taste, licking her lips without taking her eyes off you. Seeing your dilated pupils and your flushed face under the kitchen light was her ultimate trophy.

—You’re addictive, princesa —she whispered against your skin, her hot breath sending a shiver straight to your stomach.

Dani started exploring with a slow pace, looking for every single reaction point in your body. She would press a millimeter more to the left with her tongue, wait to hear the change in your breathing, and then gently brush her lips against the top of your labia to measure your shudder. Every time she managed to get a choked groan out of you —one of those you tried to swallow out of pure shyness against the back of your hand— her eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive satisfaction.

—Don’t hold them in —she ordered you in a whisper, reaching up to pull your hand away from your mouth—. I want to hear you. I want to know exactly what part of you is begging me for more.

She was making you vulnerable in the most beautiful way possible: making you crave every touch, every lick, turning your whimpers into the only music that mattered in that kitchen.

Daniela read your body to absolute perfection. She felt the way your muscles gave in to the warmth of her previous touches, the wet elasticity of your skin, and the steady vibration of your pelvis against her face. She knew, strictly by intuition, that your entrance was more than ready to let her in.

And she didn’t use her fingers.

With a calculated slowness that made you hold your breath, Dani widened your opening with her fingers and, all at once, firmly shoved her tongue inside you.

God, that made you scream. The sound was a clean, high-pitched shriek that completely shattered the quiet of the kitchen and bounced off the walls. Your hands left her shoulders to bury themselves straight into her hair, pulling desperately, while your eyes went wide.

Dani didn't move it. She kept it right there, still and deep, tasting your inner walls as they clenched spasmodically around her tongue in an involuntary reflex of pure shock and pleasure. She locked eyes with you with a wild, lethal focus, enjoying the aftershocks of the earthquake she had just caused in your body.

And then, when she felt that initial spasm give in, the real madness started.

—Shit! Shit... God, don't stop! For God's sake...! —you managed to get out in a flood of broken begging, completely losing it, throwing your head back as tears of pure pleasure started spilling down your cheeks.

Dani obeyed the command with a relentless ferocity. The rhythm changed completely: there was no more slowness, no more calm. Fast, short, precise, and endless movements. Her tongue slipped in and out of you in a wet, addictive pace, while her nose pressed with unforgiving force against your clit with every single thrust, coordinating a double attack that wrecked your nerves in a matter of seconds.

The kitchen stool started wobbling again, but you didn't even care about falling anymore; all you cared about was Daniela's mouth, the way her hot breath burned you inside, and the deep vibration she let out inside you every time she tried to catch her breath without stopping the rhythm. You were a bundle of spasms, a constant echo of desperate moans that she swallowed whole, proving to you with every short, rapid thrust that this afternoon, your body belonged solely to pleasure.

And it's right there, in the middle of that frantic, drive-you-crazy rhythm, where you feel that famous, forgotten tingle. That electric current that starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads out to your limbs, that fire you thought was completely lost. Your body reconnected with itself in a blink.

—Dani... Dani... I'm... —you started to babble, arching your back completely, your fingers firmly tangled in her hair.

—I know —she articulated in a wet vibration against your skin, without slowing down even a millimeter.

—Don't... don't stop —you begged, with the edge of an orgasm right on your heels.

She hummed a "won't do it" directly against you, a raspy sound that completely finished you off inside.

—So... good... —you gasped, whimpering from pure relief, giving yourself up completely to the control of her movements.

And then... you came. Just like that. That easy. That free.

Your vaginal muscles contracted with brutal force around her tongue as a long, warm spasm shook you from your ankles to the back of your neck. You let out a broken moan that died out against the kitchen ceiling, free of guilt, free of bitter memories. It was just you, reborn in her hands.

Daniela didn't leave you. Despite the trembling in your thighs, she stayed down there. She drank in every last trace of your surrender, tasting the climax she had given you, but she didn’t pull away immediately; she stayed a second longer pressing with her lips, making sure the echo of the orgasm ran through your entire body.

She clenched her jaw hard when you subtly pushed her away with your hands and closed your legs in a reflex of pure sensitivity, trying to protect the area that was still vibrating. You were crying from happiness, shaking like a leaf, and breathing so hard your chest hurt under your lace bra.

And her... she kept a serious look. Lost.

Dani stayed on her knees between your closed legs, her lips wet and shiny. There was a dark intensity on her face, a contained tension you had never seen on her before.

—Dani? —you asked in a tiny voice, thrown off by her sudden silence.

Congratulations. You had opened the door for the devil. That devil who hadn't had the chance to have sex for weeks either. But now that you had claimed your body, the captain's instinct was claiming hers.

—Should we go upstairs? —Dani whispered, sitting up halfway to close the distance. She took you by the waist with an almost possessive firmness and started kissing you all along your jawline, with an urgency that gave you goosebumps. Her voice sounded incredibly raspy—. Will you let me make you feel good...?

Your eyes went wide, your heart doing a wild flip in your chest. More?! Your body was barely processing the shaking in your legs and she was already asking for the next round, with a look that made it clear she didn't plan on sleeping all night.

—Dani... wait, I... —you managed to say, completely overwhelmed but with a nervous smile starting to form on your lips.

—You what, princesa? —Dani interrupted you with a wolfish grin, catching your bottom lip between her teeth in a playful but firm bite that shut you up immediately.

She didn't give you time to protest or process it. Her hands went down to your thighs and, in a single movement packed with a brute strength that left you breathless, she lifted you off the kitchen stool. You let out a little gasp of surprise and instinctively clung to her neck, wrapping your legs around her waist while the massive t-shirt rode all the way up.

Dani didn't even flinch at your weight. She held you tight against her chest, feeling the racing beat of your heart against hers, and started walking straight toward the stairs. The devil you had woken up had absolutely no intention of being locked away again.

They reached the top floor and Dani pushed her bedroom door open with her shoulder. The room was still bathed in the twilight shadows, with the sheets still messy from the chaos from a while ago. She placed you on the mattress with a gentleness that contrasted dangerously with the urgency vibrating through her body.

Before you could reposition yourself, Dani was already on top of you, trapping you between her arms, with her knees on both sides of your hips. She brought her hands to the hem of her hoodie.

She pulled it off in one swift motion, revealing her tight abs, toned from all the effort—the very same ones you had been tracing in the kitchen. You were left speechless, your mouth half-open.

—I'm not gonna go fast, don't be scared —Dani promised, leaning in until her lips brushed your ear, giving you goosebumps down to the very last hair on your body—. But you're not gonna think about anyone else but me today, (y/n). Absolutely nothing else.

The touch of her fingers was a delicious torture, a calculated caress that forced you to focus your entire existence on that exact spot. Daniela was in no rush; her fingers explored every fold of your skin with a slowness that made your stomach contract in involuntary spasms, prepping you for whatever she had planned.

You felt like a blank canvas under her expert hands, completely at her mercy.

—Are you gonna take everything I give you? —she whispered against the skin of your neck—. Honey, I'm adoring you.

The question floated in the air, loaded with an intention that went way beyond just the physical. It was a promise of total surrender. Your hands, shaking from the intensity, moved up to her shoulders, gripping onto her as if she were the only anchor in the middle of that ocean of sensations.

—Everything... —you managed to let out in a breathless exhale.

Dani let out a guttural sound, a mix of satisfaction and held-back desire, and her fingers slid with more firmness, tracing trails of fire across your skin. She leaned in, letting the weight of her body melt into yours while her lips searched for yours, sealing a silent pact of absolute surrender.

Every kiss was an answer to your plea, every caress a confirmation that you weren't gonna have to carry anything else other than the pleasure she decided to pour over you. The captain was claiming her territory, and you were more than happy to let her conquer it.

Daniela didn't even blink as her long, firm fingers started doing their magic. She smoothly slid a single finger inside you, while using her thumb to rub your clit with a rhythmic and steady pressure.

The feeling was strange, a brutal contrast that made your legs tense up. Even though her tongue had already penetrated you back in the kitchen, the texture and firmness of her fingers were a completely different story. They were long, deliberate, and reached deeper spots, pressing against walls you didn't even know were that sensitive. The constant friction on your outside, combined with the slow invasion of her finger, completely wrecked your brain.

—Fuck... —you gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of the stimulation.

Dani let out a low chuckle, —You like that, princesa? —she whispered, moving her finger in and out, right before subtly curving it upward, brushing against the exact spot that made you let out a sharp moan—. Stay with me, don't close your eyes. We're just starting to see what you're capable of today.

The friction inside got so intense that you low-key started losing your sense of rhythm. Dani, noticing how your walls were stretching and wrapping around her in an almost feverish heat, gave you absolutely no break. Keeping the steady friction of her thumb on your clit, she adjusted her hand and, with a slow and deliciously firm pressure, slid her second finger inside you.

The impact completely knocked the air out of you. Your eyes went wide, fixed on hers, as a raspy moan, almost a plea, escaped your throat.

Two long, hard, and perfectly coordinated fingers widened your entrance, filling you up with an intensity that made you instinctively squeeze your thighs against her hips. Dani let out a muffled grunt, a mix of pain and pure pleasure from the pressure you were putting on her, but she didn’t stop.

—That's it... take it all —she whispered, her jaw so clenched that the words came out slurred.

She started moving both fingers in a deep, steady pace, stretching you from the inside, deliberately searching for that sweet spot that made you lose total control. With every single thrust, her thumb pressed against your outside, trapping you in a cycle of stimulation so perfect that the memory of any past bad experience was completely wiped from your mind. Right now, only the weight of Daniela over you existed, the scent of her skin, and the ruthless way her fingers reclaimed every single inch of your body. But she pulled them out with zero explanation... what the actual fuck? The sudden emptiness made you let out a whined protest.

—Turn over —she ordered, in a voice that left no room for arguments, heavy with an authority that made you swallow hard.

—W-what? —you babbled, blinking heavily, your vision still blurry from the effort of the previous rounds.

—Come on... trust me. Turn over —she insisted in a magnetic whisper, brushing her lips against your cheek.

You did it. You turned over on the mattress clumsily, ending up on your hands and knees. In the process, Daniela stretched over you; for a moment, the firmness of her pelvis bumped directly against your butt while she reached for one of the grey pillows by the headboard.

—Rest your head and arms here —she whispered, fixing the cushion right underneath you. She leaned down and left a slow, tender kiss right in the middle of your back, a disarming contrast to the position she was putting you in.

Without giving you time to breathe, Dani grabbed your hips and lifted your butt even higher, arching your back in a way that left you completely exposed, totally surrendered.

She massaged the area with the palm of her hand for a second, a trace of fake mercy, before her fingers went back to absolutely bodying your vagina from behind. But this time it wasn’t two. It was three.

Three long, firm fingers forced their way in with a single, determined push, stretching your walls to the absolute limit. You dug your nails into the pillow, sinking them into the fabric as a muffled groan escaped against the cushion. It was an intensity that was almost painful, but so damn perfect that it made you gasp.

—Are you okay... princesa? —Dani asked close to your ear, with a delicious irony floating in her raspy tone.

Sure. Princesa. Motherfucker.

She let out a low, dark laugh as she felt you tense up. Her fingers weren't careful; they moved with a wild demand, tearing you apart in the best way possible, hitting the deepest fibers of your pleasure with a fast, continuous pace. To top off the torture, with every deep penetration of her fingers, her own pelvis —still dressed in her sweatpants— slammed hard against your butt, creating a dull impact that pushed you forward against the pillow.

You whimpered without being able to hold it in, tears streaming down your cheeks, completely out of it, lost in the ruthless rhythm she was imposing on you from behind. It was a total chaos of friction, heat, and broken moans.

—Am I doing it right? —Dani asked arrogantly, digging her fingers harder into your hips to lock your position in place.—Daniela! —the scream escaped your chest, a broken, high-pitched sound that betrayed how her name had become your only lifeline in the middle of that whirlwind of sensations.

She smirked from behind, an expression full of smugness and an affection so dense it was overwhelming. Your brain was about to turn into mush; there were no logical thoughts, no room for trauma, there was only the heat of her fingers destroying you in the absolute best way.

—Do you want me to stop? Look at you, you're crying too much... —she pleaded with a fake mercy in her voice, though the trembling of her own fingers betrayed that she was just as close to the edge as you were.

—N... no... —you managed to babble, pressing your face into the pillow.

But Dani, ruthless as ever, pulled her fingers out.

The emptiness hit you full force, a sudden chill that made you let out a pitiful whine. You stayed right there, completely empty, with your back arched, your butt in the air, and your legs shaking from the effort of holding the pose. You heard the mattress creak as Daniela licked her lips, tasting you one last time before getting off the bed to go look for something specific in her nightstand drawer.

—Please... —you begged, reaching a hand backward blindly, searching for the touch of her skin.

—Please what, princesa? —she said, while pulling her sweatpants down with one quick yank.

You opened your eyes a bit, turning your head just enough to see her silhouetted against the light coming through the window. Dani was fastening her favorite toy around her waist, adjusting the black leather straps against her firm, toned hips. The contrast between her athletic body and the harness made you swallow hard with difficulty.

—I need you... way too much. Dani, please, get back here... don't... don't leave me —your voice completely cracked.

What a low-key way of saying "I'm definitely starting to fall for you." Your vulnerability was exposed, your barriers demolished. And Daniela, with that blind devotion she had for you, would definitely be the one to hold you so you wouldn't finish breaking.

—I'm right here —she murmured, and her tone dropped, losing the mockery to become pure promise—. You have me, princesa.

You felt the bed sink behind you with the weight of her body. The sound of a plastic bottle popping open broke the silence, followed by the wet squelch of lubricant. Seconds later, something freaking cold hit your intimacy, spread by Daniela's fingers in a circular massage that made you jump, completely startled.

—Do you remember our argument in the library? —she started talking, her slurred, thick voice pressing against the back of your neck, a deliberate attempt to distract you just enough so your muscles wouldn't tense up for what was coming.

—Dani... —you gasped, feeling how her fingers were prepping the area.

—Do you remember I told you... that... you were easy to remember because of the simple things that made you, you?

Before you could even process the question, you felt something hard, thick, and formidable pressing directly against your inner folds. Holy mother... The size of the toy was massive, and the mere thought of taking that inside you made you grip the sheets tight.

—Glasses... dyed hair... pins on your bag... —Dani smiled against your skin, looking back at the past with an almost painful tenderness.

Suddenly, her left arm hooked firmly around your throat, not to choke you, but to lift you off the mattress with insane strength. Your back slammed hard against her chest. You ended up half-sitting on her thighs, with your body arched backward and your butt perfectly aligned with her pelvis.

—I've had my eye on you since three years ago... —she confessed, and her breath hit your ear like a whip of fire—. I just didn't remember the sociology nerd got so... incredibly hot.

Your heart beat wildly against your ribs, a mix of adrenaline and a late realization.

—It's so stupid to forget about my guilty pleasure and then remember it when I needed it just to pass my exams... —she continued, leaving a wet kiss on your shoulder.

The tip of the dildo started rubbing your center in circular motions, relentlessly searching for the entrance. You scratched the arm holding you by the throat, feeling Dani's muscles tense up under your nails.

—I didn't use you... I want to... make that clear —her voice turned into a serious tone, almost pleading, looking for your gaze out of the corner of her eye—. You really were a help and... I'm never gonna regret forming this stupid plan... to get close to you.

—Dani... —you pleaded, feeling the immense pressure at your entrance.

—Shh... leave it to me... —she whispered, leaving a tender kiss on your tear-wet cheek—. I'm gonna go slow... I know it's a lot after a long time.

Dani pushed her hips forward with a torturous slowness. The material of the toy started stretching your walls, making its way inch by inch in an advance that made you open your mouth in a silent scream.

It went in further. An amount that seemed absurd to you.

—I'm gonna be careful. Do you feel it? —Dani asked you, holding back her own rhythm, panting against your neck—. Just the tip.

You clenched your teeth, your entire body vibrating at the tremendous invasion that was completely filling you up, making you feel an internal pressure so perfect that it almost hurt. That... that was definitely not just the tip.

The air seemed to get stuck in your throat and your fingers locked so tightly around her forearm that your nails dug into her skin. Feeling that thickness stretching its way in, pulling every single fiber inside you with a ruthless firmness, made you see stars. It wasn't just the tip; Daniela had already pushed almost half of the toy in with one single, slow shove, and the feeling of fullness was so overwhelming it left you completely unable to react.

—Dani, you liar! —you managed to shriek, your voice cracking and your eyes squeezed shut, while your pelvis tilted up instinctively, trying to take in the size of what was stuffing you.

Dani let out a husky laugh, a sound full of pure, sinful vibration that hit right against your back. Her arm around your neck relaxed a bit, letting you lean your head back right into the crook of her shoulder, but her hips didn't back up a single millimeter. On the contrary, she held her ground, forcing you to house every single inch she had already won.

—I promised you I'd be careful, princesa, not that I was gonna hold back —she whispered back, her hot breath burning your ear while her other hand went down to your hip to lock you in place—. Breathe. Let me all the way in.

You made a superhuman effort to open your eyes. The dim light of the room barely let you see her profile, but the intensity of her gaze was right there, locked on you, devouring you. Daniela swallowed hard, and you could feel the tension in her own muscles; the devil you had woken up in the kitchen was making a massive effort to go slow, savoring the control but burning inside due to weeks of celibacy.

With a slow pace that bordered on torture, Dani moved her pelvis again. A subtle push forward, just an inch more, made a sharp moan escape your lips. Your walls wrapped around her in a wet, hot spasm.

—Fuck... you're so tight, (y/n) —she managed to say, her voice completely broken and gone—. You're gonna drive me crazy.

Knowing your body needed a moment to get used to the stretch, Dani left the toy still inside you and used her free hand to reach up to your chest. Her fingers, still wet from the lube and your own fluids, caught one of your nipples through the lace of your bra, pinching it with just the right amount of force to send a shockwave through you that distracted you from the pain of the initial impact.

You arched against her, giving her more of your weight, and that was the signal the captain was waiting for. With a calculated slowness, she started to pull the toy almost completely out, leaving you empty for a second, only to push back in, this time with a steady, deep, and deliciously firm rhythm that started to melt away any trace of resistance you had left. Her hand on your hip locked down with unexpected force, anchoring you completely to her thighs, and with one fluid, deep, and devastating motion, she shoved the rest of the toy inside you.

The impact completely emptied your lungs. Your back arched violently, your head threw itself back, and a scream left your throat that you didn't even recognize yourself, a sharp, ragged sound that Dani took care of muffled by pressing her lips to your neck, biting the soft skin of your shoulder to contain the vibration of your own surrender. She was hitting the very bottom, filling you up so much that you felt the pressure directly in your stomach.

—That's it... —she growled, her breath completely shot, feeling how your insides contracted in a delicious panic around the wet material—. Scream all you want.

And then, the real punishment started.

Dani didn't give you time to recover from the stretch. She set a ruthless pace, losing all the mercy she had shown at the beginning. She started pounding from behind with a rhythmic, violent, and constant force, making your body jerk forward with every hit of her pelvis against your butt. The wet sound of friction and the smack of the lube flooded the darkness of the room, mixing with your desperate whines.

You clawed at the sheets, buried your nails into her thighs, doing whatever it took to find some leverage while she completely tore you apart. Every thrust was so deep it forced you to tense your legs, losing track of where you even were. Your mind, which before was drowning in doubts and fears, was now completely blank, reduced to the pure stimulation Daniela was gifting you. Without warning, Dani slowed down just enough to switch up the play. Her hand on your jaw slid down to your shoulder, and with a perfect mix of possessiveness and gentleness, she pushed you back down onto the mattress. She let you drop; her hands gripped your hips and she dragged you upward with a firm yank, sliding you across the sheets until your head was practically brushing the dark wooden headboard of the bed. She positioned herself right behind you, stretching her long arms over your body until she planted both hands firmly on the headboard, trapping you completely underneath her, using it as leverage for what was coming.

The way she penetrated you changed to a repetitive, relentless, and mechanical rhythm. With her arms locked on the headboard, Dani unloaded all the weight and power of her hips directly against your butt with every single thrust. It was an infernal sequence, no pause, no mercy, where the toy went in and out of you with a precision that hit the exact same spot inside you over and over again.

The impact was so brutal that your arms gave out. You couldn't stay upright; you ended up collapsing forward, burying your face directly into the messy pillow. Your teeth bit desperately into the fabric to muffle the screams that threatened to tear your vocal cords apart. The headboard of the bed started banging rhythmically against the wall with a dull thud, a constant echo that marked the beat of Daniela's madness.

—Mmmgh...! —a muffled, wet moan got trapped in the cotton while your pelvis shook uncontrollably, completely undone by the crazed friction that was burning you up inside.

Dani let out a savage growl on top of you, her eyes closed and her back muscles completely tense from the effort. Her breath was a hot whip striking the back of your neck with every short, violent thrust. She had you exactly where she wanted you: trapped, subjected to the sway of her body, biting the pillow while the tingle of a second orgasm, way more intense and devastating than the first, started rushing up your legs inevitably.

The constant creaking of the headboard against the wall was the only thing marking time in that dimly lit room. You were completely out of it, teeth digging into the fabric of the pillow and your body shaking under the weight of that crazy, intense rhythm. You thought you couldn't take anymore, that your body was gonna give out under the intensity of Daniela's pace, but she had other plans. She wasn't gonna let you break; she was gonna make sure you felt worshipped.

Dani loosened one of her hands from the wooden headboard, letting her body collapse a bit more over your damp back. She crushed you with her heat, melting into you while keeping up that steady, deep rhythm, forcing you to take every single hit. Her free hand slowly slid down your side, tracing your ribs, until it reached your lower stomach, where she could feel the brutal tension of your muscles clenching around the toy.

—Look at how I worship you, princesa —she whispered in a raspy, tiny voice, pressing her wet lips to the curve of your ear, her breath making your heart race even faster—. Look at how I take care of you. You’re mine today. All mine.

Her hand on your stomach pressed firmly back, forcing your hips to meet her pelvis even harder with every single strike. The friction became so perfect, so painfully delicious, that you let go of the pillow to let out a helpless cry. You weren't even trying to hide it anymore, you couldn't. You were crying from pure pleasure, completely exposed before the devil who was bringing you back to life.

Dani started mixing deep strokes with slower, almost lazy glides, dragging the material against your sensitive walls before plunging all the way back in. She was worshipping you in the rawest, most beautiful way possible: taking her sweet time to listen to how the tone of your moans shifted with every subtle change in her rhythm, knowing exactly what angle made you lose your mind.

—Dani... Dani, for God's sake, please... I’m... I’m about to... —you begged in a broken gasp, feeling that final tingle about to spill over your thighs, threatening to make you pass out.

—Take it, babe. —she ordered, determined to walk you right to the edge of the cliff and make you jump without looking back. And... she stopped just in time, holding the air in her lungs as she felt the violent shudder running through your thighs. The devil turned into pure devotion. She wasn't gonna let you come while facing away, hidden in the pillow; not this time. She wanted to look you in the eyes, she wanted to burn every single line of your undone face into her memory, and above all, she wanted to completely fall in love with this exact second.

With a softness that contrasted wildly with the fury from just a few seconds ago, Dani pulled the toy out with a slow glide that made you let out a pathetic whimper. She grabbed your hips and gently turned you over on the mattress, taking care of your weak legs that could barely move.

Before you could even process the shift, Dani grabbed the damp pillow and slid it right under your lower back, arching your pelvis toward the ceiling at a perfect angle. Then, with a firmness that left you breathless, she grabbed your knees and pushed your legs up, resting them over her own shoulders. You were left completely open, vulnerable and beautiful in the dim light of the room.

The final act.

Seeing your flushed face, the tears of pleasure shining on your cheeks, and your eyes locked onto hers, something roared inside Daniela's chest. God, how she wanted to rub it in Karlee's face, Adéla's face, and anyone else who had dared to be with you just to end up hurting you or making you feel insecure about yourself. Dani wanted the whole world to know that the treasure they threw away or broke, she was worshipping like a god on her altar.

—You’re perfect... —she breathed out in a whisper, her hazel eyes injected with pure desire and a seriousness so deep it squeezed your heart.

Without wasting another second, Dani lined herself up and pushed the toy inside you from this new perspective. The angle of the pillow made the penetration twice as deep, hitting spots that made you let out a clean, high-pitched scream that filled the entire room. Your hands flew desperately up to her bare back, and your nails dug ruthlessly into her tight skin, scratching her from top to bottom.

Dani groaned. A purely animal sound, sharp and raspy, showing that the pain from your scratches was only fueling the fire that was consuming her inside.

She started thrusting with a heavy, crushing slowness, sinking into you with the full weight of her body, making sure you felt every single millimeter of the metal and the warm lube. The rhythm wasn't crazy because of the speed anymore, but because of the sheer brutality of the delivery. Her lips found yours, devouring your moans in a desperate, thirsty kiss while you both moved to the exact same beat. You both were so close, so locked together by the sweat and the rhythm, that your heartbeats felt like a single one bouncing against the mattress. You were coming apart in her hands, and Dani was making sure she didn't leave a single piece loose.

The kiss became a desperate refuge, a clash of wet lips and shared breaths where you couldn’t even tell where your mouth ended and Daniela’s began. The pace grew unbearable, a buildup of weeks of tension that threatened to make the entire room explode. The tingle in your stomach turned into a full-on wildfire. Your legs, resting on her shoulders, were shaking violently, and your fingers dug even deeper into Dani’s scratched back, trying to hold on in the middle of the hurricane.

—Dani... please... I’m literally gonna die... —you managed to gasp against her lips, sobbing from pure ecstasy.

—With me... come with me, princesa —she growled into your mouth, completely losing her mind, forcing the last few thrusts with blind power.

And then, the floor completely fell out from under both of you.

You came first, letting out a muffled scream that Dani caught with her lips while your muscles clamped down with brutal force, squeezing the toy in a long, burning hot spasm. The pleasure shot right up your spine, completely wiping your mind blank and leaving you floating in absolute nothingness.

That extreme pressure from your climax was the ultimate trigger for Daniela. The captain let out a torn roar against you, tensing every single muscle in her body to the absolute limit. Her pelvis dug in one last time, holding still and deep, while her own orgasm hit her with a force that made her shudder from head to toe right on top of you.

You both came together, locked in a perfect, free, and wild climax that completely erased any leftover pain from the past.

Dani let her forehead drop onto your shoulder, completely spent, with her breath coming in short gasps and her chest rising and falling wildly against yours. Her heartbeat was deep and heavy, a perfect echo of your own. Neither of you moved; you just stayed trapped in that sweaty, blessed embrace, soaking in the silence of the room and the heat of a moment that, just like Daniela wanted, had been permanently burned into the depths of your lives.

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[cabingold]

"in their trio, Percy and Grover are idiots and Annabeths the responsible one who always has to stop them :O"

a) in the Text Itself Annabeth is slightly more organized but still just as chaotic as the other two, don't be misogynistic and make her the motherly responsible one

b) why would you make this trio boring by taking away how weird they ALL are. this is the trio that found the missing god Pan after like a thousand years completely on a whim, because Grover saw a creepy tunnel in the ground and went "ah yeah it's got cool energy, lets just follow that". they killed medusa out of sheer desperation and then mailed her head to Olympus in spite. they bribed (BRIBED) charon into letting them into the underworld, but not before trying to convince him that they were all dead and had drowned in a bathtub (they were twelve.) they were the first heroes in years to go through the Sea of Monsters and good God did they make a fucking mess of it. they improvised their entire plan to send Kronos back to Tartarus ~10 seconds before the final battle and deployed it with zero verbal communication. like please it's not just one of them curbing the others from accidentally destroying the world, it's these three destroying the world together because they somehow make each others' ideas worse while other characters watch in pure undiluted fear. i just know titan-war-era chiron had to take anxiety medication every five seconds whenever these three were in a room together, bless

[scullyitwasaliens]

to the people who are following me

thank you

im sorry

[sullkyi]

they're in a yuri romcom...

[your-lara]

One girl fighting against the “blonde girls are stupid” stereotypes the other one fights against the “black girls shouldn’t be in the film industry” type

Annabeth chase in every universe you show your haters how wrong they are 🫶

[herestoallmytgirls]

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 (𝐨𝐭𝟓 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

♱ Words ~ 4.3k ♱ Content warnings ~ nsfw, themes of violence, blood, implied drug use, obsessiveness, D/s undertones, pining, voyeurism (kinda), toxic relationships, torture, Stockholm syndrome, some happy end and some not, x reader, each of them is a different type of vampire.

♱ Now playing from the evisceration room: Change (in the house of flies) - Deftones

𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭

♱ Sophia isn't the type to concern herself with the lowly, dirty task of procuring her own blood - she had the means and funds to satiate her hunger in whatever way she wished. Exquisite blood that was more expensive than most wines - clean blood, much unlike the type that most humans had; muddied with the taste of toxins and drugs. Money isn't much of an objection when you're that rich and well-connected; you could buy whatever you wanted with that type of generational wealth.

♱ Sophia would much rather sip on a chalice of freshly drained blood at a dinner party than ever sullen her clothes with the stench of humans, though... that changed with you. Her favourite little pet, following her around at her very order. You were her exception to the rule, and she made that more than clear when she would drain you every single night.

♱ If Sophia ever did take the notion to want to feed straight from the source, that's what you were there for. Sophia would never admit it to her cohorts, but she enjoyed having her fangs buried in you and your pathetic attempts to wriggle around in her grasp every single time. After all, you were her favourite little human - that's why she kept you around.

♱ Sophia was the type to live in old money luxury. Massive, centuries-old mansions, endless libraries, house parties with faces you were sure you had seen in history books. She held that mysterious, authoritative aura everywhere she stepped, and you'd follow her around like a shadow, always there at her beck and call in case she was to find you of use.

♱ It was more than that, though, behind closed doors. Sophia found herself fond of you - something she wouldn't share with the other vampires she kept in her company. It was a sign of weakness, a sign of her steeled persona softening. She may have survived the centuries being a ruthless nightmare in velvet and lace, but to you? She was different.

♱ She would tell tales of many years passed, of wars and battles, of countries you had never even heard of. Sometimes, Sophia would command you to lay your head on her lap, and she would recount tales of yonder; of fire and stone, of assassinations and adventure. She had so many stories to tell that you had never heard the same twice.

♱ Sophia, though fond of you, still had the instincts of a proud vampire that had outlived most. She would bite you just to show everyone around that she could, that she had the status to get away with sullying another expensive marble floor with sanguine. She'd always smirk when she did so, a never-wavering calm demeanour across her features. It was a way for her to exert power, but also to show that you belonged to her and her alone.

♱ Sophia was quite a jealous being, but it would bubble under the surface like a thick, hot molasses. Sharp smiles and perfectly executed daggers in the form of words anytime her acquaintances shot you more than a disinterested look, and she could make even the most powerful and respected vampires back off from you; you knew because you had seen it more than enough times at gatherings and parties. She did not hesitate to let everyone know that you were hers.

♱ It was not often that you were found without a bite mark on some point of your body, and Sophia would proudly gaze at it any time she could. It was her claim of territory, and if she wasn't looking at the marks, she had her hand somewhere on you. It tended to be your hips, just so that she could hold her precious human as close to her as possible. She would never divulge the real reason, though.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧

♱ Manon didn't have to search for food; food searched for her. In dimly lit bars, grungy basements, back alleys and green rooms. She attracted a crowd with a voice like heaven, and those tethered to her didn't know that she was more like hell. She was cocky - unmarred by the fear of being caught. She knew that she could get what she wanted, and if anything, her adoring fans would thank her with a dazed smile as she sank her teeth into their neck. Why would she face consequences when they practically begged to be her food?

♱ She played the guitar, and as the lead singer of her band, she naturally drew in a crowd. Manon's sultry, deep voice was like a spell that entranced anyone who listened; she had every person in the crowd taut like violin strings, and she was the bow. She just had to let her voice carry into the crowd, and her magic would unwind even the most apprehensive of watchers. It was her power; the ability to lull with her voice, a stroke of luck given her profession.

♱ In her world, it was drugs, sex and rock & roll. Luckily, that was the perfect cover for the fact that she couldn't set foot in the sun. She was a creature of the dark; the spotlight of a stage worked just fine as a replacement. She would roll out of tour buses, rubbing her bleeding nose, alcohol coursing through her veins, battering into the next backroom for the next show. It was the fame people dreamed up in movies, of endless nights and endless lines, of too much whiskey and a cocktail of drugs that would knock out a large horse. Manon could out-snort and out-drink the best of them; substances didn't affect vampires as heavily.

♱ If Manon wasn't pummeling substances into her body like a kangaroo attempting to stuff its pouch to the brim, she felt a deep emptiness inside her. She had never asked to be like this - having been turned after being followed into a dark alley 3 years ago. She had too much pride to let anyone know that; so she lived the life of the rockstar. Where the fans lined up in droves for her trailer, where the alcohol was always free, and the drugs were always strong. She was a baby in vampire terms, and she acted like one - one that hadn't got past the everlasting hunger and didn't have anyone to guide her.

♱ She would finish a show, and the groupies would be lined up outside, all ready and willing to do anything she could possibly ask. It was as simple as picking the most attractive one, sometimes two, sometimes more. All she had to do was motion them toward her, speak some sweet words, and they'd follow her to the ends of the earth. Or to another dank, mouldy hotel room for the night - one that she'd leave with suspicious red stains on the sheets.

♱ She jumped from town to town, from gig to interview, from soundchecks to the studio, from hotel room to hotel room. Her bandmates were just like her, but they never dared to question her actions - they had seen her when she was angry. They didn't have the same power, didn't have the appetite for control that she did. Sometimes, when nothing was doing it for her, Manon would feed just to feel the sensation of having her food trembling under her; sometimes, she was just bored. She knew she was an apex predator, and she relished the thrill.

♱ Manon wasn't all bad; she wasn't a complete monster. She was just young and naive. As a 'baby vampire', she was still learning to live in her new existence; she believed she was a lot more invulnerable and a lot more invincible than she was. She believed that none of her actions would catch up to her. She didn't realise that she bleeds just the same as the humans she feeds on. She hadn't met her comuppence yet, but eventually something would knock her from her high horse.

♱ Manon was never one to stay anywhere for a prolonged period. Travelling with the band came with the territory. Yet, the night she met you, she considered it for a second. You weren't like the rest of her adoring fans - her charm didn't work on you. The entire show, her magic voice worked on the crowd, lulled everyone into her grasp, yet you stayed stationary. The crowd would surge forward, and you would let them barge past. She could see the amused arch in your brow as you watched the breathing mass of fans swell and bow as she played each chord, sang each note.

♱ Manon never experienced any sort of rejection - seeing herself as a god amongst humans. But when you stood there, almost defiant in your place, she felt the crack in her composure. She had a nasty need for control, having never had to work for it in her life since she was turned. Yet, you stood there as a pariah, a middle finger to her web of control. It made her want you more; it made her flare with a need she hadn't experienced before.

♱ It wasn't that you didn't find Manon attractive; it was that you liked to be chased, and Manon would fall into your trap so easily. She couldn't stand the thought of someone not falling into her lap, and so, she chased with vigour. She followed you after the gig, found out your address. From that day, you received letters or gifts almost every day - you thought it was almost pathetically romantic. Manon didn't see it for what it was, still believing it was bitterness from rejection.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐚 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞

♱ Daniela was a powerful vampire; more powerful than most. She was faster than the fastest, stronger than the strongest, smarter than the smartest. She didn't have a weakness; and she was both revered and feared by everyone that knew of her. Other beings were prone to treating her like a queen, fearing the wrath that she might extend to them if they weren't careful. The fact that she had lived for as long as she had, without scars littering her body like some others her age, was a testament to her prowess.

♱ She could have the world at her feet if she truly wanted - but it was never in her nature. She might have been truly fearsome, but bloodshed and murder were never really what Daniela craved in life. She could defend herself and the ones she cared about, that was for sure, but she never willingly chose to involve herself in disputes unless she was dragged in, or someone she loved was involed. If that was the case, she could take out a city.

♱ Daniela didn't crave violence, didn't long for power and titles. She instead spent her time on developing her mind. She had an endless archive of books, of scrolls from cities levelled hundred of years ago, books from the library of Alexandria that she physically retrieved from the fire - she has spent her eternety chasing the privelidge of knowledge. She believed that after the thousands of years of violence, death and destruction that she had witnessed, that knowledge would be the thing to truly create peace.

♱ She sought blood, but never like an animal, never a predator. She couldn't just feed from someone and leave it at that. When she fed, it was from animals; never from living ones. It was an intimate act, and she knew what it meant to sink her fangs into someone. She didn't wish to be entranced the way she would, biting into someone; she didn't want to become like an obsessive lover because of her own instinct. That was, until she met you.

♱ Vampires as powerful as Daniela had an evolutionary switch; a need to attach to a suitable mate to continue their bloodline. It wasn't common, but certain clans had this, and hers was one of them. It was like an extra sense, specifically attuned to their soulmate. The only downside was that they would likely become subservient to their partner from the pure cravings that they would get for them, for their blood.

♱ She knew how nasty it could get - after all, Daniela was thousands of years old, and so she had experienced having a soulmate before, many centuries ago. The obsessiveness, the possessiveness, the pure need that coursed through her veins. She knew that she'd barely be able to focus on her books and scrolls for months, but she also knew that fate had decided for her - it was out of her hands.

♱ So, she would try to avoid it. Stay away from people, jump headfirst into her own studies. She would still perform her duties assigned to her from the vampire council: archiving vampire history and researching different clans. But, she knew the fateful day would come where her heart would race and she would lock eyes with the person that would consume her entire being - you.

♱ As soon as the two of you met, Daniela knew that she was done for. The bond had already been made, and she wanted to be there for your every waking moment. Wanted to protect you, care for you, love you...feed from you. It was only a matter of time for the two of you, it was a part of her nature as your soulmate to become a slave to your blood.

♱ She spent her days watching you from afar, manipulating the world around you to the point it seemed like every single day was a lucky day to you. She was hooked, and she wouldn't be able to stop until you were hers. She showered you in everything you could ever want: expensive clothes, the newest gadgets, and she even bought you a matching mustang. Daniela gave you everything you could ever want and was a charmer in doing so. Naturally, you ended up together, with her revealing her identity to you.

♱ The moment that you let her bite you, the change in her attitude towards you was like whiplash. She had always been the dominant one in your blooming relationship; the nurturing, stoic type. Always making sure you were safe, teleporting to your work just to leave you lunch in the toilets. After she bit you? She was pathetic for you.

♱ Every single night, she would beg you to let her bite you again, whining "just a little, please amor", nibbling at your neck every waking second that she could be. She was incredibly protective and proud, and you had seen a modicum of her power when some guys had cornered you in an alley a couple of weeks back. They were left unrecognisable.

♱ You realised that you could ask her to do anything, and she would comply immediately; she was your own personal servant, a complete slave to your blood. And she was fully aware - in fact, she loved it in a weird way. This terrifyingly powerful, centuries-old vampire had become your little servant, and Daniela wouldn't have had it any other way; as long as you'd let her bite you again.

♱ The one thing was that Daniela would let you do anything to her. So, in return for your blood, you got to use her however you pleased. It was enjoyable for both parties, but fucking like you were both as immoral as her could leave you a little bruised and tired. She would always take care of you afterwards anyway; after she had bitten every inch of your body and licked the wounds for any traces of blood that escaped her mouth.

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐚 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

♱ Vampires are known for their acute senses - able to track a scent for miles; able to see completely clearly in the dark. None of the others matched the abilities of Lara. Lara was the perfect hunter: aware, sharp-sighted, reactive, and deadly; and in this world, it was needed. She was the unknown; the eyes that glowed through the dark shadows of the forest. Waiting.

♱ Most people lived in little villages and towns, not realising that the perfect predator was lingering on the outskirts. Lara knew the rules of hunting: no entering human settlements, no exposing herself to the human world. It was for their own safety - an angry mob of humans would likely spell the death of most vampires. But Lara was experienced - she had witnessed more than her fair share of comrades dying at the hands of a group of humans with weapons and flames at their disposal.

♱ So, she slid through the shadows - never seen or heard. The heightened senses were her perfect tool; she could be silent on her feet, hear even just the scrape of leather shoes off of mud. Everything she experienced was painted in neon colours, and it made finding a stray human all that much easier to hunt and incapacitate for a meal.

♱ It wasn't necessarily cruelty on Lara's part - she needed to eat. It was sadly just natural selection. She was the predator, and humans were the prey - prey she was exceptionally good at hunting. Though she did enjoy the thrill of the hunt - the running, the screaming, the pleading. It was exhilarating to her, like a drug.

♱ She was animalistic in her existence - living in the wilderness and attacking the unfortunate loners much like a fierce tiger. It wasn't abstract for her to live off of the forest; showering in lakes and sleeping high in the trees. But, she was always acutely aware of every sound, every movement, every vibration. The issue was, she was messy with her food, and she liked to make sure there was nothing but bones and liver left. If a person were to walk past her after feeding, all they would see is glowing amber eyes and a body absolutely soaked in blood and the remnants of innards.

♱ Lara tended to be more of a lone wolf; she believed that other people would just end up getting her killed, or worse off, the blame for their death. She was happy with her army of one; it's harder to coordinate an ambush on an unsuspecting human with two people who would likely have to share the prize. More food for her, and she could lick the bones clean without a fight.

♱ The vampire village that she lived in was incredibly isolated, hidden inside the side of a mountain, away from prying eyes. It was small, but it was a place to sleep, and company was there if she so desired. Most of the time, though, Lara enjoyed her own solitude and would spend weeks out of the village. Sharpening her skills, for both fear of boredom and out of pride.

♱ She had taken, though, to listening in on a specific village. It wasn't large, and seemed quite poor, but there was a charm to both the village and the people that Lara couldn't deny. And so, she would spend a small amount of time every day, hidden behind a tree, listening in to the general chatter between the villagers, specifically, you.

♱ You became utterly fasinating to her; she wasn't sure why she was so intrigued by some human, but she found herself coming to the outskirts of the village and searching for you just to watch you get on with your day - cleaning clothes or gathering firewood for her night fire. She would watch you, and all of her instincts would go out of the window, almost to the point of being seen a couple of times.

♱ She knew that she wouldn't ever be able to reveal herself to you, because it would mark her death, but Lara spent her hours of boredom between hunts watching you, imagining herself as a human just to be your companion. It became her favourite pastime - imagining herself as some sort of little housewife to you - cooking whatever it was that humans ate and setting you a place at the table.

♱ Sometimes, in the quiet of the forest, sometimes even outside of the village, Lara would let her imagination get the best of her. She would think of the two of you living the perfect life together, of you getting to share a bed together, of the two of you sharing your love with each other until the sun was set to rise again. She didn't want to admit the number of times she had brought pleasure to herself, thinking of such a loving, passionate relationship with you. Yet, she could never have you.

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

♱ Bloodshed, violence, pain and suffering. Those were the pleasures in Megan's life. She didn't care who it was, who she hurt, or what the consequences were. She was a sadist through and through, and she revelled in other's pain as she tortured them before drinking them dry.

♱ She wasn't a product of her environment, having been brought up through a prestigious clan, given all the proper tools to thrive and become a respected and connected vampire. Instead, Megan took the path of the monster. It happened every now and again, a vampire that was cruel and evil for the sake of it, but none were as depraved as Megan. Others were forced to respect her purely because of her ruthlessness.

♱ If there was ever a bloodbath discovered in the city, it was likely a product of Megan's shenanigans - she liked to create a mess for others to find, and if that meant that an entire apartment complex had to be cordoned off by the vampire task force, then that was just the way it was going to go. She had reflexes that rivalled mind reading; she could kill before the person had even blinked. But, that wasn't her style. She wanted to see them suffer.

♱ The worst part was, there was nothing that could stop her. Full teams of highly trained soldiers had been sent after her - even the vampire parliament had raised concern over her spree, yet anyone that met her was found so utterly mangled that you could barely tell they were human in the first place.

♱ It wasn't about hunger for Megan, but about sport - she liked to compete with herself. There was no possible way to contain her, so she would essentially be left to kill and mane; as long as the true culprit could be hidden from the general public. It was as simple as going to a bar for her; she was attractive and deceptively charming in a way that made others want to follow without knowing why - it would be their doom.

♱ The thing is, Megan could easily stop, easily give up the massacres and the violence, but she never wanted the fun to stop. It was like a game to her, it was messy and unplanned, she would strike when she felt like. That's why other vampires referred to her as "the monster". She couldn't be described as anything close to mortal, anything close to a moral, cognizant being. All she brought was death, pain and suffering.

♱ There were, however, times when her spree would stall - not for long, but they would stop. Megan would find a favourite toy, someone that she would become infatuated with. This infatuation was never anything innocent or loving; it was purely based on attraction and their fear.

♱ She would find someone that piqued her interest, sometimes even though she didn't understand why, and she would decide that they were her new toy. Within the day, they'd disappear from the outside world and would never be seen again. Megan had a special place for them, a small underground room to keep her new toy in, a place they'd never be found, and nobody would hear their pleas for help.

♱ If they were unlucky, she'd keep them for weeks. Breaking them down, using them until they had nothing left to give. She would never even give them the mercy of killing them; she'd let the light drain out of their eyes themselves, surrounded by darkness and dampness. The lucky ones wouldn't last long. The way Megan would torture those poor souls was more cruel than the worst things found in history books - unbearable pain and suffering that would break even the strongest of minds within a couple of days.

♱ Unfortunately, you were her newest addition. Yet, this time, maybe because it was you, things seemed different. She didn't seem to want you dead; she actually seemed to be more drawn to you than her other victims. Of course, she still made you suffer. But, something told you that she enjoyed your cries of pain too much to get rid of you. And you were right.

♱ Days became weeks, and weeks became months. Megan's spree continued on eventually, as she needed the thrill of the kill, but she almost became something parallel to being attached to you. So much so that she let you out of the basement, allowed you to have a little freedom. You had been so warped by your entrapment, by the torture, that you had became totally dependent on her, taking everything that she would give you like it was a love letter.

♱ Eventually, she stopped feeding on her victims, only liking your blood and demanding it every day. She still killed, but you were her's and she wanted you in every way she could have you. And so, you happily complied. Maybe you had become just as twisted as she was.

A/N: It's nice to finally write something, after a while of not being able to even look at a word doc. Obviously, I had to do a little something about vampires because...it's kind of my thing at this point. I hope you enjoyed!

Taglist: @puppymei-anon @pumpkinstuffss @artistwitchgirl @jesters-court-of-fools @danioks @ap0llosworld @sythypoo @nakylvr @lafortezasboy @residentrayn @larastruly @meiziini @byulworldmgzi @rinonni

[herestoallmytgirls]

Thank you for 200 notes 🫶🏻

[byulworldmgzi]

so….mind getting your brain juices flowing and feeding us some danon shiz or whattttt 🙌🙌🙌🙌

brain is too fried to think about any AUS or ideas but here's a danon smooching drawing 🫶 bro manon is soooo lucky i love her bc it took me so long to draw those box braids

[blurnd901]

Would you believe me if I told you that my first ever post on Tumblr was ivantill x meichae doomed yuri art?

I feel like a baby fresh out the womb, wow

[foxyokie]

throwback to when i was hella puppy megan pilled like i was actually high off it and i was gonna get back tgth w my ex again and we were calling and i randomly blurted out “i wish you were puppy megan skiendiel” and she looked at me like i grew a second head… safe to say we did NOT get back tgth and puppy megan saved me so thank you puppy megan

throwback to when i was hella omegan pilled like i was actually high off it and i was gonna get back tgth w my ex again and we were calling and i randomly blurted out "i wish you were omegan" and she looked at me like i grew a second head... safe to say we did NOT get back tgth and omegan saved me so thank u omegan

[groovywaves]

*taps on the mic*

Bimbo!Megan, anyone?

*swell of applause*