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“Who said the stars won’t shine for us?”

⌞ ⌝ ── " grumpy or needy? "

pairings: daniela avanzini x g!p reader genre: smut, fluff summary: daniela has been really grumpy latley, she even takes it out on you. But it ends with her apologising and giving you a little treat .. warnings: p in v, creampie, missonary, riding, overstim, sub!dani, top!reader, blowjob, handjob, (dom dani at first) ⌞ ⌝ ── based off of this ➡ request a/n- i dont write g!p reader, this was a special request for my one and only:) for my lovley @rich2hidden

The evening had settled into that quiet, heavy stillness that often preceded a storm. The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. You were sprawled on the couch, sweatpants loose and comfortable, an arm draped over the backrest as you scrolled lazily through your phone. The house was too quiet, Daniela had been stomping around all day, slamming cabinets and muttering under her breath in rapid spanish like she was cursing everyone out. You’d learned to give her space when she got like this, but it still chafed.

So when you heard her soft footsteps padding down the hallway, you didn’t look up. Not until her weight settled directly onto your lap, her body warm and demanding, her thighs pressing against yours. You blinked, glancing down to find Daniela perched on you like it was her throne. Her hair was messy, loose waves tumbling over her shoulders. She wore a delicate black lace lingerie set, the bra barely containing her full breasts, the panties riding low on her hips. The silk of her robe had fallen open, and she made no move to close it.

“Your so mean,” she muttered, her voice thick and whiny. Her dark eyes were glossy, pouty lips turned downward.

You stared at her, utterly lost. “What? Dani, I haven’t even said anything.”

“Exactly,” she huffed, shifting her weight, grinding that plush ass against your lap in a way that made your breath hitch. “You’re ignoring me. That’s mean.”

Before you could argue, her fingers found the waistband of your sweatpants. She tugged at the fabric, impatient and bossy like always. “Lift your hips.”

The command was soft but undeniable. You obeyed, lifting your hips just enough for her to yank the sweatpants down past your thighs. The cool air hit your skin, leaving you in just your boxers, the outline of your half-hard cock pressing against the cotton.

Daniela’s breath went shallow. Her thumb traced a slow, deliberate line down your abdomen, stopping at the waistband. She didn’t pull them down, not yet. Instead, she grazed her thumb over the fabric, running it along the length of you, feeling the warmth and the growing hardness underneath. Her touch was featherlight, teasing, until she reached the tip. She pressed her thumb there, circling it gently, feeling the damp spot already forming at the head.

“You’re always so mean to me,” she whispered, but her voice had lost its whiny edge, replaced by something darker, needier. Her hips rolled against you, the thin lace of her panties rubbing against your boxers. “Making me feel bad. Making me… want you.”

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your boxers, fingers wrapping around your bare cock. The contact was electric, her palm warm and soft, fingers closing around your shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. She groaned, low in her throat, as she felt the weight of you in her hand.

“Don’t move,” she ordered, her voice breathy. “Don’t you fucking move.”

Then she leaned forward, pressing her chest against yours, her lips brushing your ear as she stroked you with agonizing slowness. Her thumb circled the head again, spreading the bead of precum that had formed, using it to smooth her movements. "Oh fuck-" you groaned

“I’m gonna make you feel good,” she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe. “And then maybe I’ll forgive you for being so mean.”

The seconds stretched, thick and heavy, as Daniela’s hand worked you with deliberate, torturous slowness. Her palm glided from base to tip, then back down, each stroke measured, her thumb pressing just hard enough against the sensitive ridge beneath the head to make your hips twitch. But she'd told you not to move, and something in her voice... that low, commanding edge kept you still, muscles locked, breath ragged.

She pulled her hand out of your boxers, leaving your cock straining against the damp cotton. Then she shifted, sliding off your lap and onto her knees on the floor in front of you. Her dark eyes locked onto yours as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and tugged them down your thighs, freeing your cock fully. It stood erect, slick with precum, the tip glistening under the dim light.

Danielas lips parted. She didnt look away from you as she bent forward and took the head into her mouth. Just the tip. her tongue flicked across the slit, tasting you, before she pulled back with a soft, wet pop. A thin string of saliva stretched between her lips and your cock before breaking.

“Not yet,” she murmured, rising to her feet. She shrugged off her silk robe, letting it pool on the floor. The black lace lingerie hugged her curves, her breasts spilling over the cups, the panties a thin triangle of fabric. She turned, presenting her ass to you as she climbed back onto the couch, straddling your thighs, facing away. God she looked so good, you fought to keep your greedy hands away.

She reached back, her hand finding your cock again. She guided the head to her entrance, rubbing it through the wet slit of her panties. The lace was soaked, clinging to her folds. She pressed the head against her clit, grinding in slow circles, letting out a shaky sigh.

“You feel that?” she whispered, her voice husky. “That’s how wet you make me. Even when you’re mean.”

She shifted the panties aside, and the head of your cock slid against her bare, slick folds. She teased herself with it, running it up and down, dipping the tip just inside her entrance for a heartbeat before pulling away. Her breath hitched each time.

“Beg me,” she said, her voice a command. “Tell me you need to be inside me. Say it.”

You could feel the heat of her, the way her muscles fluttered against the head of your cock. Your hands found her hips, gripping the lace.

“Dani,” you rasped. “I need to fuck you. Let me inside.”

She let out a satisfied hum. “Good girl.”

Then she sank down.

The sensation was overwhelming, her heat enveloping you inch by inch, her walls clenching and pulsing as she took you deeper. She didnt stop until your hips were pressed flush against her ass, her body seated fully on your cock. She let out a long, guttural moan, her head falling back against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re so thick. Stretching me.”

She sat still for a moment, adjusting, her inner muscles gripping you in rhythmic waves. Then she began to ride you, slow deliberate rolls of her hips, her ass grinding against your thighs. Each movement dragged her walls along your length, and you could feel every ridge, every slick inch of her. The lace of her panties was bunched to the side, the thin fabric rubbing against your balls.

Her pace quickened. She lifted and dropped, her thighs working, her wetness making obscene sounds with each thrust. She reached back and grabbed your hand, pulling it to her stomach, pressing your palm flat so you could feel the bulge of yourself moving inside her.

“You feel that?” she panted. “Thats you. Inside me.”

But she was still in control, setting the rhythm, dictating the depth. She’d slow down just when you were close, circling her hips, squeezing you with her muscles, making you groan in frustration.

“Not yet,” she’d whisper. “I decide when you come.”

Later,, how long, you weren’t sure, you were both tangled in the hallway, lips locked, her back hitting the bedroom door before it swung open. She stumbled backward, and you followed, your hands on her waist, guiding her until the back of her knees hit the bed. She fell onto the soft mattress, the black lace a stark contrast against the rumpled white sheets.

You didn’t hesitate. You grabbed the thin straps of her lingerie and pulled, the fabric tearing with a satisfying snap. The cups fell away, her breasts spilling free, full and heavy, nipples already hard. She gasped, half in shock, half in arousal, as you ripped the panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked beneath you.

Her thighs fell open instinctively, revealing the glistening pink of her folds, swollen and slick. Your cock was still wet from her mouth and her cunt, and you knelt between her legs, gripping your shaft and dragging the head through her wetness. You coated yourself thoroughly, pressing against her clit, watching her back arch.

“Look at you,” you muttered, your voice rough. “So fucking wet for me.”

You positioned the head at her entrance, but you didn’t push in. You teased her, rubbing against her, dipping just inside, then pulling out, just as she had done to you.

“Please,” she whined, her hips bucking. “Stop teasing. Fuck me.”

You grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, then shifted your grip to her calves. You pushed them up, toward her chest, folding her almost in half, her knees nearly touching her shoulders. Her ass lifted off the mattress, her cunt completely exposed, open and waiting.

“You want it?” you asked, your cock pressed against her entrance again.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hands clutching the sheets.

You thrust in.

The angle was deep, so deep you felt her cervix, the tight ring of muscle gripping your head. She cried out, a sharp, broken sound, as you filled her completely. Her walls clamped down, hot and slick, and you stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling the way her body trembled around you.

Then you began to move, long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, her moans turning into incoherent pleas. You leaned forward, your chest pressing against her folded legs, your mouth finding hers in a kiss.

“You feel so good,” you growled against her lips. “So tight. Squeezing me.”

“Harder,” she begged, her nails raking down your back. “Fuck me harder.”

You obliged, picking up the pace, the bed creaking beneath you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with her cries and your grunts. She came first.. A sudden, violent climax that made her whole body convulse, her cunt milking your cock with rhythmic spasms. But you didn’t stop.

You pulled out, your cock slick with her cum, and flipped her onto her stomach. She rose to her knees, arching her back, presenting her ass. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping down her thighs. You knelt behind her, grabbing her hips, and guided yourself back inside.

This angle was different, tighter, the walls squeezing you from a new angle. You gripped her hips hard, fucking her from behind, watching your cock disappear into her wet heat. She buried her face in the pillow, her moans muffled, her ass pushing back against each thrust.

“Whose cunt is this?” you demanded, your hand coming down on her ass with a sharp slap. The skin reddened under your palm.

“Yours,” she sobbed. “It’s yours. Fuck, yes.”

You reached around, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as you fucked her. She came again, her body shuddering, her legs giving out so she collapsed flat onto the bed. You followed, still inside her, grinding deep as she rode out her orgasm.

Finally, you pulled out and flipped her onto her side. You laid behind her, spooning, and lifted her top leg, hooking it over your thigh. You guided your cock to her entrance once more, slick and ready and slid in from behind, the angle shallow but intimate.

Your arm wrapped around her waist, your hand splayed across her stomach. Your lips pressed against her shoulder, her neck, as you fucked her slowly, deliberately, each thrust brushing against that sensitive spot inside her.

“I’m close,” she whispered against your lips. “Come with me.”

You drove deeper, faster, your hips slapping against her ass. Her walls clenched, and you felt your own release building, that white-hot pressure coiling at the base of your spine.

“Come inside me,” she breathed. “Fill me up.”

That was all it took. You buried yourself to the hilt, your member pulsing as you came, hot and thick, flooding her. She cried out, her own orgasm triggered by the sensation, her cunt milking you as she shuddered through it.

You stayed like that, wrapped around each other, both breathing hard, your cock still twitching inside her. The room smelled of sex and sweat. Her hand found yours, fingers lacing together against her damp stomach.

“Still think I’m mean?” you murmured into her hair.

She laughed, soft and breathless. “Maybe. But I don’t care.”

Daniela laid curled against you, her back pressed to your chest, your arm wrapped around her waist. Your member had slipped out of her sometime during the last aftershocks, and you could feel the warmth of your combined release seeping between her thighs, staining the sheets beneath.

You pulled her closer, your lips brushing against the curve of her shoulder. She smelled of sweat and sex and something floral from her perfume, now faint and intimate. Her hand found yours, fingers intertwining against her stomach.

“Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey,” she murmured back, her voice soft, stripped of its earlier bossy edge.

You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “You okay?”

She let out a breathy laugh. “I’m… more than okay. I’m pretty sure I’m liquid.”

You smiled against her skin. “Good liquid?”

“The best kind.” She shifted, turning in your arms to face you. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed. She reached up and traced your jawline with her fingertips, a featherlight touch. “That was… intense. In the best way.”

“You were amazing,” you said, and meant it. “You always are.”

She huffed a quiet laugh. “You’re just saying that because I let you fold me in half.”

“No, I’m saying it because you’re perfect.” You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Even when you’re grumpy and slap me.”

Her eyes widened, and she winced. “I’m really sorry about that, you know. The glass… I shouldn’t have- ”

“Shh.” You pressed a finger to her lips. “We’re past that. You already apologized. And you more than made up for it.”

She kissed your finger, then your palm, then turned her head to nuzzle into your chest. Your arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. The warmth of her body seeped into you, and you felt a deep, quiet contentment settle in your bones. Minutes passed, or maybe an hour ...as you laid there, tangled and sticky.

“I like this,” she said, her voice muffled against your skin. “Being held. It’s… nice.”

“You deserve it,” you said. “You deserve a lot of nice things, Dani.”

She snorted. “Careful, you’ll make me soft.”

“Too late,” you teased, kissing the top of her head. “You’re already melting.”

She laughed, a genuine, girlish sound that made your chest ache. You held her tighter, your hand running up and down her spine in slow, soothing strokes.

But after a while, the cooling stickiness between your bodies became impossible to ignore. You needed to move.

You loosened your grip and gently disentangled yourself, sitting up. The cool air hit your skin, raising goosebumps. Daniela made a small, confused sound, her hand reaching out blindly.

“Where are you going?” Her voice was slightly slurred, half-asleep, and there was a note of vulnerability in it that made your heart twist.

You looked down at her, her hair messy, her lips swollen, her body marked with faint red lines from your grip. She looked beautiful and lost, and you felt a rush of tenderness.

“Just getting a towel,” you said softly. “To clean you up. I’ll be right back.”

Her brow furrowed. “Oh.” She paused, then added, a little awkwardly, “You don’t have to… I can do it.”

“I want to.” You leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Relax. I’ll be thirty seconds.”

You padded to the bathroom, grabbing a soft hand towel from the rack and wetting one corner with warm water. When you returned, Daniela had propped herself up on her elbows, watching you. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she looked almost shy a rare sight from someone so usually sharp tongued.

You sat on the edge of the bed and gently guided her to lie back. She went without protest, her thighs falling open slightly. You took the warm, damp towel and carefully wiped the cooling slickness from her inner thighs, then between her folds, as gently as you could. She shivered at the touch, but not from cold.

“That’s nice,” she whispered.

You worked in silence, cleaning her thoroughly, then tossed the towel aside. You lay back down beside her, pulling her close again. She tucked her head under your chin, her arm draping across your stomach.

“Thank you,” she said, so quietly you almost missed it.

“For what?”

“For… this. For being sweet. For not making it weird.”

You chuckled. “It’s a little weird.”

She laughed, the sound vibrating against your chest. “Yeah. A little. But a good weird.” You hummed softly, before settling more comfy against Dani, the silence eveloping you both.

a/n- little fluff too, wow

yanxxi

○ SPECTRAL AND SPICY ○

- the series!

(Ghost! Daniela Avanzini x Fem Reader!)

prev - main

Hey, Remember Me?

(The Finale)

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yanxxi

○ SPECTRAL AND SPICY ○

- the series!

(Ghost! Daniela Avanzini x Fem Reader!)

- Moving into your dream house felt like a fresh start. Until you met Daniela, the incredibly vibrant, annoyingly hot, and very much ghostly previous owner who's haunting your kitchen like it's her personal runway. Oh, and right, did I mention that she's also technically in a coma, her spirit tethered to your new home with absolute zero memory of how she got there?

So, now, you're stuck, unraveling why Daniela's a ghost (and why she won't stop flirting), and getting her back to her body. All while trying not to lose your mind with this incredibly handsy (even for a spirit) Latina ghost constantly by your side.

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tw: a spicy ghost on the loose!

- Welcome to the Haunting (Please Sign Your Lease)

- My Ghost Can't Be This Hot (Can She?)

- The Case of the Missing Memories (and Your Sanity)

- Poltergeist or Flirt-ergeist?

- Family Secrets & Spectral Sightings

- The Big Slip-Up (Literally)

- Ghosting Me For Good.

- Hey, Remember Me?

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• (intense romance) • (paranormal comedy) • (slow burn) ● (fluff)

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suntaxi

imagine being katseye’s little puppy they just have around in their house (*´ー｀*) (fem!reader)

warnings (+ sections they’re in): sfw + nsfw!!! (no nsfw for yoonchae tho), poly!kats + reader, vagina referred to as “cunt” and “pussy”, the word “puppy” as a pet name, sophia: r goes through heat + face riding, dani: g!p + somnophilia, lara: exhibitionism, megan: strap-on + overstim + dacryphilia, manon: sex tape + toys + voyeurism (kinda)

a/n: happy kinktober

~ Sfw!

You were given to Katseye by Hybe as their collective present for not being left in the dust and keeping up with their newfound fame, only two years into their careers. Being an idol was stressful, and a cute puppy lifted everyone’s spirits during long rehearsals and even longer practices.

Fortunately, you had all the benefits of both puppy and human. Soft fur, cute ears, and an even cuter tail that made your entire body shake with excitement when it wagged. But what set you apart from the average puppy was the fact that you were a fully functioning person too.

Maybe fully functioning is a stretch. Relying on the Kats was practically your day job.

On her days off, Sophia loves baking cookies with you since it always makes your face light up in the cutest way. Granted, you and Dani fight over cookie dough like kids but she always manages to give in when you start to whine. The two of them have to pull you away from the oven since the cookies baking are apparently too hypnotizing for you to look away from. Of course you huff and squirm, but you can’t escape when you’re squished between Sophia and Dani’s death grip.

Lara and Megan prefer having you sprawled across their laps while watching a random movie. Though, most times they don’t pay attention to the movie and opt to coo and aww at your sleeping face. They like to watch you sleep for the off-chance you start to run while you dream—the sight is just too cute. But eventually they get bored and miss your personality, so you’re often woken up to their kisses and pats.

Manon really likes dressing you up in her baggy clothes and watching the fabric fall to your thighs. Yoonchae also likes to stop by since you remind her of her cat back in Korea—Oreo. Whenever the Kats have matching outfits for performances, Manon makes sure you get an outfit too so you don’t feel left out. Yoonchae gets the worst cuteness aggression when you show off your matching outfit and it takes everything inside of her not to pet you until your fur gets matted.

Impromptu photo shoots regarding you are also quite common in the Katseye house. When you’re asleep, when you’ve just woken up and your hair is all tousled, and especially when you’re cuddled up against one of the members.

In a life full of performances, interviews, and practices, the Kats couldn’t be happier to have a cute puppy to come home to everyday.

~ Nsfw!

Lara, the evil woman she is, likes to mess with you for fun. Sometimes when you’re only wearing a shirt and panties, Lara loves hearing your breath hitch when she palms your cunt like it’s nobody’s business. Especially when the Kats are all hanging out in the living room and you’re cradled between Lara’s thighs—her front to your back.

“You’re wet, puppy.” She leaned in close, whispering into your ear.

You quickly shake your head, not trusting your voice—worried that a whine might escape your throat.

“In front of everyone, too. I bet that’s what you like, hm? You want me to finger you in front of all the girls?” Fortunately, the Kats are all busy talking amongst themselves while soft music and a movie played in the background. Unfortunately, Lara was set on embarrassing you.

Lara reached for a blanket under the guise of you being cold, draping it over the both of you. Her hand immediately ran down the fur of your stomach—leaving shivers in their wake.

“Laraaa.” You whined. Quiet enough for only Lara to hear but just loud enough to make sure she knew you were embarrassed.

She can’t help but laugh at your expression before dipping two fingers into your soaked cunt. The other Kats were right there. And Lara was too busy relishing in your little whines to care. Who could blame her? Everyone knew you sounded cuter when you were embarrassed.

Maybe another day she’d lift up the blanket and show her members how utterly soaked you were at the thought of them catching you two, but unfortunately she’s only human. So her will to keep you embarrassed falters as you look up at her with tears pricking your eyes and a pout on your face.

Lara sighs, knowing you’ve won her little game when she picks you up into her arms and tells the Kats she’s going to sleep in your room tonight. Of course, they know the both of you are lying since you weren’t exactly known for being quiet.

Sophia always wants to hold you in her arms when you get your heats. The first time you got your heat, Sophia was the first person you went to for help. You knew that Sophia would take care of you and know exactly what to do. After she quickly showered you to get your body temperature a little lower, Sophia brought you to her room so you could hopefully get some sleep.

Hopefully.

Unfortunately, Sophia underestimated the intensity of your heat. Of course she did research just in case a day like this came, but all the articles said heats were usually stronger around the second or third day. You were on day one and still whining like you wanted Sophia’s baby in you.

Which, don’t get her wrong, the idea wasn’t terrible. But it definitely wouldn’t help you right now.

Sophia usually worked best under pressure—a trait she acquired from being Katseye’s leader—but feeling you grind against her thigh and hearing your uncharacteristically loud whines clouded her mind with nothing but your presence.

In a single movement, Sophia moves your body off of her thigh, and onto your knees. Before you can register what’s going on, fingers are being pumped into your cunt at a rapid pace. You hold onto her neck for support and try to ride her fingers, but Sophia stops you with her free hand on your waist.

“Mahal, let me do the work. Just feel good, puppy.” Her voice is soft enough to make you cry. You’re just about to before she lays down and manhandles your dripping cunt right above her face with the most pussy-dunk look.

The moment her tongue meets your soaking pussy, a moan escapes your throat before you have time to suppress it. Sophia gently encourages you to ride her tongue with her hands moving your hips forward and back. Your pace becomes faster and faster as Sophia pushes you to hump her face so she can thrust her tongue deeper into your cunt.

Without warning, you cum with a moan while Sophia happily laps at your release. Your chest was heaving, but your heat still persisted. It was going to be a long night for Sophia if she couldn’t fuck you to sleep.

Megan can’t look at you without wanting to squish your little cheeks until they’re red. Her cuteness aggression is bad, and she loves making it obvious. One of her favorite ways to show it is bending you over in front of her mirror.

Megan can’t help it! Watching your cute tongue lolling out and the fucked-out expression clear on your face was adorable! Of course she’d do anything to keep you like that.

She loves making your back arch until your tail is basically wagging in her face. Most times she’ll tug on it since she knows it makes you squirm against her cock a little more. Since her strap is on the thicker side, it took some time to fully take the stretch. But when you ease into it, Megan happily rams into your pussy until you’re begging her to slow down.

But when she eventually lets you cum, Megan doesn’t stop fucking you. She’d give anything to see that cute fucked-out expression again. She likes watching tears trickle down your face and leave a wet patch on the sheets. The only time she stops is when she flips you over to kiss the tears from your cheeks and make you watch her strap fill you to the brim.

Eventually, Megan stops fucking you raw when she cums at the sight of you crying for her to slow down. You’re both out of breath when she’s finished, but Megan knows she didn’t go too far when you pepper little kisses across her face. Unfortunately, the action makes her even hornier. You realize it’s going to be a long night when Megan lines up against your cunt for a second time.

Daniela makes it obvious you’re not the only needy one in the house. After a particularly hard day at practice and arriving home later than the Kats wanted, Dani beelines to your room without a thought. Since it was pretty late, the woman watches your chest rise and fall under your blanket and can’t help but admire how the moonlight looked on your eyelashes.

Dani needed you. She didn’t even know what she needed you for. To see you cry for her cock or for her cuddles—Dani would decide once she woke you up. Actually, she decided long before then.

Crawling on your bed to where you were lying down, Dani pushed aside the covers to watch her sweet girl sleep a little longer. That is, before she pushed up your shirt to find the only thing keeping your dripping cunt away from her was the lacy panties she bought for you on a whim.

Dani licks a stripe up your clothed pussy and savors the taste, breathing in your scent before discarding your panties somewhere in your room. Pulling down her sweats just enough to release her dick, Dani happily teases her cock around your entrance as if you were awake to beg her for more.

Slowly, Dani eases her way into you with a groan. The pressures of the day didn’t matter when she could come home to her cute puppy girl and play with her whenever she wanted to. With intent to thrust deeper, Dani throws one of your legs over her shoulder and watches you start to blink awake.

You’re barely conscious before Dani starts to fuck you deeper into your bed. As she leans over you with a grunt, you can’t help but hold onto her arm for support. Her ragged breaths are a clear indicator of the type of day she’s had. Every time she pulls back, there’s a split second where you hate the emptiness between you two—only for her to fill you back up again.

You can tell Dani’s about to cum when her hips start to stutter and her moans get louder. She looks at your face with a pleading look reserved for only needy girls—she wanted to cum in you. Even with a nod and a deep inhale, you’re still not used to Dani’s huge loads keeping you full all night.

In the future, Manon wants to film an entire movie fully under her direction. Of course, she wouldn’t be thrust into a blockbuster movie just because she wanted to. No—she had to start small. At least, that’s what Manon told you when she said she wanted to film a sex tape with you.

Cameras, ring lights, and an assortment of toys waited for you as you walked into Manon’s room—naked like she said—with your hands wringing together in nervousness. Manon sat behind the camera, noticing your presence. She waved you over and happily pulled you into a deep kiss before leading you in front of the camera.

She guided you to sit on a comfortable spot on the floor, and watched your eyes twist in concern at the dildo suctioned onto the floor and waiting for your cunt.

“Just tell me if you want to stop. Okay, puppy? I won’t be mad if you want to.”

You nod at her words, and your wagging tail overrides the nervousness in your body.

“All you have to do is follow my lead. Relax. Don’t push yourself.”

You nod again, but this time Manon sighs at your action.

“Use your words. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, I promise!”

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.”

Manon guides your hips to the dildo suctioned onto the floor, making sure your cunt is perfectly lined up before she lubes it. The girth of the toy makes you inhale sharply and you haven’t even gone past the tip. Manon continues guiding your body down the dildo, until half of it is lodged into your pussy. The stretch makes you whine, but after a quick confirmation, Manon knows you can take the rest of it.

With Manon’s help and a little extra lube, you take the dildo to its hilt and moan at the fullness. Under Manon’s instructions, you start to slide up and down the dildo, breath becoming ragged as it stretches your insides.

Manon can’t help but suck in a breath when she points the camera at your body—bouncing like you were a porn star. Every now and again you’d glance at Manon like you were asking for her approval. It took everything in her body not to turn off the camera and take you for herself.

Eventually, your thighs start to falter. You look back at Manon—a silent plead to let you cum. When she nods in approval, you chase the pleasure and cum around the dildo anchored in your cunt.

do we fw puppy!reader… or naw… 😓

undersscores

need upset daniela crying during sex w g!p reader :( r! was js trying to cheer her up the best way they know how n poor dani js gets so overwhelmed w everything she can’t help but cry!! r! is so sweet n offers to stop but dani js begs them to keep going bc it’s making her feel sm better<3

g!p reader x daniela avanzini

w/c: 1.4k

tags: crying during sex / idk i think thats it??

a/n: wow i finally posted a fic again after like a week

the front door clicked open a little after twelve , the sound cutting through the quiet apartment the same way it always did whenever dani came home late.

the tv murmured softly in the background while you lounged across the couch with your phone resting in your lap. rehearsal had clearly run long again. by now, the routine was familiar enough that the late nights barely surprised you anymore.

daniela stepped inside and kicked off her shoes by the door, not bothering to fix where they landed. her hoodie hung halfzipped, ponytail messy and halfway fallen out from a long day.exhaustion hung off her, showing in the slow way she moved and the dull look in her eyes

“hey,” you said, sitting up. “long one again?”

she nodded, dropping her bag by the door.

“yeah. choreo was rough. everything felt so off today.” her voice was quiet, a little rough around the edges. she crossed the room and collapsed next to you on the couch, leaning into your side.

you wrapped an arm around her automatically, hand rubbing slow circles on her back. “you want food? i can heat up leftovers”

her head shook lightly against your shoulder. “no. just need you right now.” her fingers stayed curled in the front of your shirt for a moment before loosening. “been thinking about you all day.”

“c’mere,” you murmured, tilting her chin up gently so you could kiss her. it started soft, just lips brushing, but she made a small sound and pressed in harder, tongue sliding against yours like she was trying to lose herself in it. her hand moved lower, palming you through your shorts, feeling you start to harden under her touch.

you broke the kiss long enough to stand, pulling her up with you. “bedroom?”

she nodded, already tugging you down the hall. the second the door shut behind you she was on you again, hands pushing your shirt up and off, mouth on your neck.

you helped her out of her hoodie first, then her tank top, both ending up somewhere on the floor beside the bed. her skin felt warm under your hands from the long day, and a small shiver ran through her when your palms slid down her sides.

the rest came off just as quickly after that. her shorts, yours, neither of you paying much attention to where anything landed anymore.

the mattress dipped as she climbed back onto the bed first, tugging you down with her before you could even settle properly. legs wrapped around your waist right away, pulling you closer like even the small bit of space between you was too much.

“please,” she whispered against your mouth. “ need you inside.”

you finally reached between you, lining yourself up. she was already wet, slick from way she’d been thinking about this for hours. you pushed in slow, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around you. dani’s breath hitched, her nails digging into your shoulders.

“fuck… yeah, like that,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut the moment you sank all the way in, hips pressed flush against hers. you stayed there for a second, buried deep, just feeling the way she tightened around you, warm and fluttering.

you started moving, slow, deep rolls of your hips that made the bed creak softly underneath you. dani’s nails dragged up your back, pulling you closer, keeping your chest pressed against hers.

her moans came quiet at first, soft little gasps each time you dragged against that spot inside her. you kept the pace steady, savoring her, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple in the slow circles you knew drove her crazy.

“you feel so good,” you murmured against her neck, kissing the spot just under her ear. “always so fucking tight for me.”

she made another small sound against you, shaky this time, barely held together. her thighs tightened around your waist as a faint tremble ran through her, and instinct had you moving a little deeper, slower , trying to stay close to her instead of chasing the rhythm.

for a second she only held onto you harder. fingers twisting in the fabric at your shoulders, breathing uneven where it brushed against your neck. then her breath caught strangely, sharp enough to make you pause.

uou pulled back just enough gave you a better look at her. her eyes were squeezed shut, brows drawn tight, tears slipping steadily from the corners and disappearing into her hair.

“dani?” your voice came out soft, concerned. you slowed your thrusts, almost stopping, hand moving to brush the tears away with your thumb.

“hey, you okay? we can stop if—“

she shook her head quickly, eyes opening, glassy and wet. more tears spilled over. “no—don’t. please don’t stop.”

her voice cracked a little, but her legs tightened around you, heels pressing into your back to pull you deeper again. “k-keep going… please,” she pleaded, voice breaking, fingers tightening where they held onto you like she was scared you’d pull away.

you searched her face, heart twisting at the tears but seeing the need there too— the way her lips were parted, the flush on her cheeks, the way she was still rocking up to meet you even while crying.

“you sure?”

you gave her a careful, shallow thrust, testing. daniela let out a shaky moan, breath catching in her throat as fresh tears slipped down her temples. she nodded quickly, almost desperately, against you.

“yeah… fuck— yes. don’t stop.”

her hands came up to cup your face, pulling you into a messy, needy kiss. you could taste the salt of her tears on her lips as she whispered against your mouth, voice breaking.

“just keep going… please.”

you kissed her deeper and started moving again, slower this time, rolling your hips in long, grinding thrusts. dani cried harder for a moment, quiet overwhelmed sobs mixing with her moans. her walls fluttered hot and slick around you, pulling you in with every push forward.

“you’re doing so good,” you whispered “taking me so well. let it out, baby. i’ve got you.”

she whimpered softly, hips still shifting to meet yours even through the tears. her breathing stayed uneven, little shaky exhales breaking into quieter whines whenever the angle shifted just right, her body still responding on instinct even as she struggled to steady herself.

“feels so full,” she managed, voice cracking. “you’re so deep… i can’t—fuck—”

you kept that steady rhythm, rolling your hips while your hand slipped down between your bodies, fingers finding her clit and rubbing firm circles. daniela’s back arched sharply off the bed, a broken sob catching in her throat as the pleasure hit her hard.

“don’t stop,” she begged again. “please—don’t stop. it’s helping. you’re helping—”

you kissed her again, swallowing the next sob, and thrust harder, letting her feel every inch. the wet sounds between you filled the room— skin on skin, the slick slide of you moving inside her, her shaky breathing. you could feel her getting closer, the way she tightened around you, the way her thighs started to shake.

“come on,” you murmured against her ear. “let go for me. i’ve got you.”

she came with a cry that broke into another sob, body seizing up around you, pulsing hard. tears streamed down her face as she shook through it, clinging to you like you were the only thing keeping her together. you fucked her through it, drawing it out until she was whimpering and oversensitive.

you stayed inside her, not pulling out yet. just held her close, bodies pressed together while she tried to catch her breath.

“you okay?” you asked softly, brushing damp hair off her forehead.

she nodded, still sniffling, a small uneven smile cutting through the tears. “yeah… i’m okay”. she swallowed, fingers staying curled against you instead of letting go. “t-thank you”

she pulled you into a slower kiss, less shaky now, more grounded. when she spoke again, it was barely there, more breath than sound. “don’t pull out yet… ”

a/n: i just made some BULLSHITTTTT i’m actually sorry 😭 this is so rushed also guys have you been able to tell how HORRIBLE i am at properly writing endings 🫩 i should stop writing fics at like 2-6 am when im too tired to properly clean them up. well ok anyways goodnight guys. i have so much to do when i wake up. i kinda just don’t wanna sleep so it comes later

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Mean girl pt5

Pairing: g!p f!reader x Mean girl Daniela Warnings: smut,p in v,sex,dirty talk,,daniela is mean,pregnancy,riding, overstimulation,theyre finally being nice,i think thats it wc: 2.9k a/n: for those who wanted a love confession (yes i am open to a part 6) pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5

The following weeks blurred into a haze of stolen moments and Daniela’s relentless claim on you. Your weekends, your evenings, even your study sessions were consumed by her. She texted you commands at odd hours, summoned you to her apartment with a single word, and left marks on your skin that you had to hide under hoodies and long sleeves. You told yourself it was toxic, dangerous, that you should walk away. But every time her fingers wrapped around your throat or her thighs locked around your head, the thought dissolved into pure, aching need.

Then the call came.

It was a Thursday afternoon. You were in the library when your phone buzzed. Daniela’s name flashed on the screen. You answered immediately, pulse already quickening.

“We need to talk,” she said, voice flat. No purr, no venomous tease. Just cold steel. “My place. Now.”

You made it there in twenty minutes, heart hammering the entire drive. When she opened the door, her face was pale, eyes rimmed red like she’d been crying or raging or both. She didn’t let you inside right away. Instead, she thrust a white plastic stick into your hand.

Two pink lines.

“I’m pregnant,” she spat, the word like a slap. “And it’s yours, you fucking idiot.”

Your mouth went dry. The world tilted. “Dani… I—”

“Don’t.” She shoved you back a step, hard. “Don’t you dare say anything cute or sweet or whatever bullshit you think will fix this. I’m twenty-one. I have plans. A future. And now I’m knocked up because you couldn’t keep your dick out of me for five goddamn minutes without filling me like a cheap whore.”

Her voice cracked on the last word. She slammed the door in your face before you could respond, the sound echoing down the hallway like a gunshot. You stood there, staring at the wood, the pregnancy test still clutched in your sweating palm. You knocked once, softly. No answer. You knocked again, louder.

“Go away!” she yelled from inside, muffled but furious.

You left, but you didn’t stay gone.

The next day you sent the first gift: a massive bouquet of deep red roses and black calla lilies—her favorite colors—along with a handwritten note.

“I know I fucked up. I’m here. Whatever you need, I’m yours. —Yours”

She didn’t reply.

Day two: a sleek black designer handbag she’d eyed in a magazine months ago, delivered with a box of her favorite dark chocolate truffles and another note.

“You’re not alone in this. I’m scared too, but I’m not running. Let me take care of you.”

Still nothing.

Day three: expensive prenatal vitamins, a cashmere throw blanket soft enough to make her curse in pleasure, and a pair of diamond stud earrings that cost more than most students’ rent. The note was longer this time.

“Dani, I can’t change what happened, but I can be there for every single step. Yell at me, hit me, ignore me—just don’t shut me out completely. I miss your voice. Even when it’s telling me how much you hate me.”

On day four she finally texted. One line.

“Stop wasting money, asshole.”

You smiled despite everything and sent back:

“Not wasting. Investing in the mother of my child. Can I see you?”

No reply for hours. Then, late that night:

“Fine. Tomorrow. 7pm. Bring food. I’m craving Thai and I hate you.”

You showed up at 6:45 with bags of her favorite Thai dishes, extra spicy like she liked it, plus mango sticky rice for dessert. When she opened the door, she looked exhausted—hair in a messy bun, oversized sweater swallowing her frame, no makeup. Still the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

She let you in without a word.

You set the food on the counter. She crossed her arms, glaring.

“You think flowers and diamonds make this okay?” she snapped. “I’m pissed, okay? I’m so fucking pissed I could scream.”

“I know,” you said softly, stepping closer but not touching her. “You have every right to be. I was careless. We both were. But I’m not going anywhere, Daniela. Not unless you tell me to leave and mean it.”

Her lower lip trembled. She looked away, blinking hard.

“You’re such a sap,” she muttered. “It’s annoying.”

You risked a small smile. “You like it when I’m sweet to you.”

“Shut up.” But there was less heat in it now.

You unpacked the food. She ate in silence for a while, then suddenly pushed the container away and stood up.

“I can’t stay mad at you when you do shit like this,” she admitted, voice rough. “It’s infuriating. I want to hate you for knocking me up, but then you send me stupidly expensive earrings and act all gentle and… fuck.”

She stepped into your space, grabbing the front of your shirt.

“You’re an idiot,” she whispered.

“Your idiot,” you answered.

She kissed you then—hard, angry, desperate. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. You backed her against the kitchen counter, hands sliding under her sweater to find bare skin. She was already trembling.

“Bedroom,” she growled against your mouth, the word vibrating through your lips like a command you were born to obey. “Now.”

You didn’t hesitate. Your hands slid under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around your waist, ankles locking at the small of your back, her arms circling your neck as you carried her down the hall. Her mouth never left yours—hot, demanding, teeth nipping at your bottom lip like she was still half-pissed and fully turned on.

You laid her down on the bed more gently than usual, the mattress dipping under her weight. Normally you’d toss her, pin her. Tonight, something shifted. Maybe it was the secret she’d dropped on you an hour ago. Maybe it was the way her body already felt different—softer, warmer, carrying something precious that made every instinct in you want to protect instead of plunder.

She didn’t protest the tenderness. If anything, her eyes darkened with something new as you stripped her slowly, reverently. Your fingers traced the hem of her shirt, lifting it inch by inch, lips following—pressing open-mouthed kisses to the elegant line of her collarbones, the delicate hollow of her throat, then lower to the full swell of her breasts. You unclasped her bra and let it fall away, your mouth immediately closing over one nipple, tongue swirling, sucking until it pebbled hard and dark against your lips. She arched with a sharp gasp, fingers threading through your hair, tugging just hard enough to sting.

“Fuck… yes,” she moaned when you moved to the other, lavishing the same attention until both peaks were swollen and glistening.

You kissed your way down the soft plane of her stomach, lingering there longer than usual. Your lips brushed the warm skin where your babu was already growing, hidden but real. You nuzzled her there, breathing her in, before continuing lower.

When you finally tugged her pants and panties down her long legs and tossed them aside, she was bare and glistening for you. You spread her thighs wide, hooking them over your shoulders, and buried your face between them without hesitation. The first long lick through her folds drew a broken sound from her throat.

She was soaked—wetter than usual, her taste richer, more intoxicating. Pregnancy hormones, you guessed, but you didn’t care about the science. You only cared about the way her hips bucked when your tongue circled her swollen clit, the way her fingers tightened in your hair like she was anchoring herself.

You devoured her. Two thick fingers slid inside her tight heat, curling just right to stroke that sensitive spot while your mouth sealed around her clit, sucking with steady, relentless pressure. Her moans turned filthy and desperate.

“Shit—right there—don’t stop—”

She came fast and violently, thighs clamping around your head like a vice, her whole body seizing. You felt every flutter and pulse around your fingers, her slick coating your chin. But you didn’t stop. You gentled your touch just enough to lick her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until she was shoving weakly at your shoulders, oversensitive and gasping for air.

“Inside me,” she demanded, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Now. I need you inside me.”

You rose up, shedding your clothes in record time. When you climbed over her, she looked utterly debauched—cheeks flushed deep pink, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. You gripped your cock and pressed the head against her dripping entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by thick inch, savoring the scorching, fluttering heat of her.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” you groaned when you bottomed out, buried to the hilt in her slick, welcoming body. She was even tighter, even wetter than normal, her walls rippling around you like she was trying to pull you deeper.

“Move,” she ordered, nails raking down your back hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

You did.

You started with deep, measured thrusts, rolling your hips so the base of your cock ground against her clit with every stroke. She met you thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take you deeper, greedy and demanding. The room filled with the obscene wet slap of skin on skin,and the creak of the bed beneath you.

Then you flipped her onto her hands and knees. Gripping her hips hard, you slammed back into her from behind in one thrust. You reached around to rub tight circles over her clit, and she shattered again with a sharp, surprised scream, her pussy clamping down on you like a fist.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” she panted, even as she pushed back onto your cock, chasing more.

You pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and hooked her legs over your shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The position let you drive impossibly deeper. You fucked her hard, the headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall. Sweat slicked both your bodies, making your skin slide together. Her full breasts bounced with every punishing thrust, nipples tight and begging. You leaned down to capture one in your mouth, biting just hard enough to make her hiss in pleasure-pain.

“Harder,” she gasped, fingers digging into your shoulders.

You gave her exactly what she wanted. You slammed into her with punishing force, one hand wrapping loosely around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, while the other pinned her wrist above her head. She looked completely wrecked: hair wild across the pillow, lips parted on desperate moans, eyes half-lidded and shining with raw need.

When her third orgasm hit, her whole body seized, back bowing off the bed as a guttural, broken moan ripped from her throat. Her pussy clamped down around you like a vice, rippling and pulsing, milking you relentlessly. The sensation dragged you over the edge with her. You buried yourself as deep as you could go flooding her until you felt it starting to leak out around your cock.

You stayed buried inside her as you both came down, breathing ragged, hearts hammering. You kissed her softly now—slow, reverent presses against her forehead, her closed eyelids, the corner of her mouth, the damp skin of her neck. Tender in a way that felt brand new between you two.

After a long minute, you eased out of her gently and collapsed beside her, pulling her into your arms. She surprised you by curling against your chest without protest, one leg thrown over yours, her breathing still shaky.

You stroked her hair, fingers gentle, and murmured against the top of her head, “I have something to tell you.”

She let out a tired, half-amused huff. “If it’s another over-the-top gift, I might actually kill you this time.”

You chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through your chest. “No. My parents… they gave me a penthouse downtown last year. Fully furnished, floor-to-ceiling windows with an insane view of the city, three bedrooms, a private terrace. It’s been sitting empty. If you want… you could move in. With me. We could do this together. Raise the kid together. No pressure, but the offer’s there.”

She was quiet for a long moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. Then she lifted her head, searching your eyes with that sharp, vulnerable gaze she rarely let anyone see.

“You’re serious.”

“Dead serious,” you said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m not going anywhere, Daniela. Not from you. Not from our baby.”

She bit her lip, emotions flickering across her face—fear, hope, that stubborn pride that made her who she was. Then she nodded slowly. “Okay. But only because your apartment is closer to campus and I’m not walking up ten flights of stairs with a belly the size of a basketball.”

You laughed, pure relief flooding your veins as you pulled her tighter against you. “Whatever helps you say yes.”

She kissed you again, softer this time, but it quickly deepened, turning hungry once more. Her hand slid down your body with lazy confidence, wrapping around your spent cock and stroking it back to full hardness in slow, firm movements.

“Again?” you asked, already breathless, blood rushing south.

“This isn’t over until I say it is,” she whispered, her voice low and wicked as she straddled your hips.

She sank onto you in one smooth, slick glide, both of you groaning at the filthy wet heat. She was still soaked with your earlier release, making every movement slippery.

“Look at me,” she ordered, voice husky.

You did. Her eyes were dark, intense, and for once, completely open—vulnerable in a way that stole your breath.

“You’re really not running?” she asked, barely above a whisper, hips still rolling in that devastating rhythm.

“Never,” you promised, hands gripping her waist, guiding her movements. “I’m yours, Daniela. All of me. Every messy, complicated, beautiful part of this.”

She leaned down, kissing you deeply as she started bouncing faster, taking you harder. The new angle let you hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing off the walls. You thrust up to meet her, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub firm circles over her swollen clit.

“Fuck—right there,” she gasped, head falling back. “Don’t stop—please—”

You didn’t. You fucked her through another shattering orgasm, then another, until her thighs were trembling violently and she was sobbing with overstimulation and pleasure. Finally, when you were both teetering on the edge again, she leaned close, lips brushing your ear, voice raw.

“Come inside me,” she whispered. “Fill me up again. I want to feel it.”

You flipped her onto her back one last time, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of your bodies filled the room—skin slapping, her slick coating you both, her broken moans mixing with your grunts. Her legs locked tight around your waist, heels digging into your ass, urging you impossibly deeper.

“I’m gonna—fuck—” you groaned, pace faltering.

“Me too,” she cried, nails raking down your back. “Come with me—now—”

You buried your face in the crook of her neck as your orgasm crashed through you. She clenched hard around you at the same moment, her own climax ripping through her body, milking every last drop from you.

In the hazy, trembling afterglow, as your heart rates slowly came down and sweat cooled on your skin, the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I love you,” you whispered against her damp skin, the confession raw and honest.

She froze for half a second. Then her arms tightened around you almost desperately.

“I love you too, you idiot,” she breathed, voice cracking with emotion she couldn’t quite hide. “God, I really do.”

You pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears, one slipping down her flushed cheek. You kissed it away tenderly.

“Say it again,” you murmured, brushing your nose against hers.

“I love you,” she repeated, softer this time, a small, genuine smile breaking through despite everything. “Even when I want to kill you. Especially then.”

You laughed quietly, pressing your forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I love you too, Dani. Pregnant and pissed and all.”

She swatted your chest lightly, but there was no real heat in it. She was grinning now, the earlier fury completely melted away into something warm and fragile and real.

“Shut up and hold me,” she ordered, though her voice had gone soft and sleepy.

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Mean girl pt4

Pairing: g!p f!reader x Mean girl Daniela Warnings: smut,p in v,hate sex,,dirty talk,,daniela is mean, arguing during sex,jealousy ,face fucking, choking,breath play?riding, overstimulation,daniela is meaner,JEALOUSSSSY,did i mention hate sex, wc: 1.9k a/n: for those who wanted jealous dani pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

The following week, you were stupid enough to think you could have a normal life. The autumn air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke across the quad. You'd been leaning against the old brick wall of the student union, half-listening to Sarah and Jen from your calculus class drone on about derivatives, when the topic shifted to weekend plans. "There's that new coffee shop downtown," Sarah said, pushing her glasses up her nose. "The one with the lavender lattes? We should check it out Saturday." "Yeah, sure," you'd replied, trying to sound casual while your mind wandered to Daniela's mouth, the way it curved into that cruel smirk right before she made you beg. "Sounds fun." You should have known better. Should have felt the shift in the air, the way the hairs on your arms stood up a split second before her voice wrapped around you like a chokehold.

"Well, well," Daniela's voice dripped with venom from behind you. "Making little coffee dates without me? How adorable." Your blood ran cold, a familiar dread coiling in your stomach as Sarah and Jen's eyes widened, their friendly expressions freezing into awkward masks of discomfort. "We were just—" you started, but Daniela cut you off with a sharp, humorless laugh that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, I know exactly what you were doing," she purred, stepping closer until her body was almost flush against your back. "Planning your little playdate without inviting me." Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist like a manacle, nails digging into your skin hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. "But we have other plans, don't we?" she whispered, her breath hot against your ear.

"It was nice meeting you," Daniela said to Sarah and Jen with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, all teeth and predatory charm. "But she's busy for the foreseeable future." She didn't wait for a response, just started dragging you away, your feet stumbling as you tried to keep up with her determined strides. You were too shocked to resist properly, too aware of the curious stares from other students as she pulled you across the quad like a trophy.

"Let go of me," you hissed once you were out of earshot, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and anticipation. Daniela just laughed, the sound low and dangerous as she led you toward the parking lot. "Not a chance," she said, yanking open the passenger door of her black sports car. "You want to go on little dates? Fine. But you're going to learn who you belong to first."

The drive to her place was silent but for the roar of the engine and the pounding of your heart against your ribs. Daniela's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, her jaw tight with barely suppressed fury. You watched the city blur past through the window, your mind racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. She parked in the underground garage of a sleek apartment building, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across her features as she killed the engine.

"Get out," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. You followed her to the elevator, the air thick with unspoken tension as you ascended to the tenth floor of her new place. The door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing in the spacious living room like a gunshot.

"You think you can just go on cute little coffee dates?" Daniela growled, shoving you against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. "You think those girls can make you feel like I do?" Her mouth crashed against yours in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, punishing and claiming. She bit your lip hard enough to taste blood, and you moaned against her mouth, your body already responding to her touch. "Answer me," she demanded, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, her own dark with fury and lust. "No, and fuck you" you managed to gasp as she yanked your hair, your hands coming up to grip her shoulders. "They can't." A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she spun you around, shoving you onto the couch. You barely had time to catch yourself before she was on you.

"Strip," she commanded, and you complied, fumbling with buttons and zippers until you were naked beneath her, your skin flushed and already damp with sweat. She pushed you onto your back and straddled your face without warning, her skirt hiking up to reveal she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her pussy hovered just above your mouth, close enough that you could smell her arousal, feel the heat radiating from her. "Look at me," she demanded, and you tilted your head back to meet her eyes, dark with fury and lust. "You want to go on dates? Fine. But first, you're going to remember who owns this mouth." She lowered herself onto your face, grinding down hard, her weight both suffocating and exhilarating. Your tongue darted out to taste her, and she moaned, rolling her hips as you ate her with desperate hunger, hands gripping her thighs as she rode your face.

"Fuck yes," she panted, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling just hard enough to make your scalp tingle. "That's it. Show me how sorry you are." You redoubled your efforts, your tongue exploring every inch of her, tasting her arousal as she ground against your face. "More," she demanded, her voice husky with desire. "Deeper." You obliged, your tongue delving inside her as she cried out, her thighs clamping around your head. "Don't you dare stop," she warned, her hips moving faster now, riding your face with abandon. "Not until I say so." You could feel her approaching orgasm, her muscles tensing, her breathing becoming ragged. "That's it," she gasped. "Right there. Don't you fucking stop." She came with a sharp cry, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her, but she didn't stop. She kept riding your face through her orgasm.

"Please," you managed to gasp when she shifted slightly, your lungs burning for air. "Please what?" she asked, lifting up just enough to look down at you, her eyes glazed with lust. "Please stop? Or please make you forget all about those other girls?" You didn't answer, couldn't answer, your mind too foggy with desire and lack of oxygen.

She didn't wait for an answer anyway, just moved down your body, positioning herself over your already hard cock. "Look at you," she taunted, her fingers wrapping around your length, stroking lightly. "Already so desperate for me." She sank down in one smooth motion, taking you to the hilt, her walls hot and tight around you. "Fuck," you both groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming after the teasing.

She started riding you hard, bouncing on your cock with bruising force, her tits bouncing with every movement. You reached up to pinch her nipples, rolling them between your fingers until they were hard peaks. "Harder," she demanded, and you complied, twisting and pulling until she cried out, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Yes," she gasped. "Just like that."

She leaned forward, changing the angle, and started grinding against you in slow, torturous circles. Your hips bucked up to meet hers, desperate for more friction, more of her. "Greedy," she taunted, but her voice was breathy, betraying her own arousal. "Always so fucking greedy for me." She rode you until you were both sweating and panting, until the room smelled of sex and sweat, the only sounds your moans and the slap of skin against skin.

Then she lifted off, turning around to face away from you. "Watch," she commanded, sinking back down on your cock in reverse cowgirl. The view was obscene—your cock disappearing into her, her ass bouncing with every thrust, her glistening folds stretched around your length.

"You like that?" she asked, voice husky. "You like watching me fuck myself on your cock?" You could only groan in response, hands gripping her hips as she rode you faster, setting a punishing rhythm. "Touch me," she demanded, and you reached around to rub her clit, the sensitive nub hard and swollen under your fingers. She cried out, clamping down on you so hard you saw stars, her walls fluttering around your cock.

She came again, and this time you followed, emptying yourself inside her with a pornographic moan, your hips bucking up as waves of pleasure washed over you. She collapsed forward, breathing heavily, your cock still buried inside her, both of you slick with sweat and other fluids. But she wasn't done.

After a moment, she pushed herself up on shaky arms, turning around to face you again, her eyes still burning with that same fierce fire. "We're not finished," she said, and you could see the determination in her gaze. She started riding you again, slower this time, grinding against your sensitive cock, the sensation almost too much to bear. You whimpered at the overstimulation, but she just smirked, enjoying your discomfort. "Take it," she commanded. "Take everything I give you."

"fuck dani-baby slow dow-"

"shh just take it"

She leaned down to kiss you again, messy and deep, tongues tangling as she continued to move. Your hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and dip.

"I hate you," you whispered against her lips.

"Good," she whispered back. "Hate me while I make you come again."

She reached up to wrap her hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin. The combination of her tight heat around your cock, the pressure on your throat, and her relentless grinding pushed you over the edge again.

You came with a strangled cry, emptying what little you had left into her already filled pussy. She followed moments later, clamping down on you one last time.

She collapsed onto your chest, both of you breathing heavily, bodies sticky with sweat and other fluids. After a moment, she lifted her head to look at you.

"Now," she said, voice soft but still holding an edge of command. "Tell me again about your coffee date."

You just shook your head, too exhausted to form words.

"Good," she said with a satisfied smirk. "Because the only thing you're tasting this weekend is me."

She leaned down to kiss you one last time, deep and possessive, before pulling away and standing up. You watched, mesmerized, as she started to dress.

"I'll see you Saturday," she said, voice suddenly light, almost cheerful. "Make sure you're ready for me."

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romanoffsrequiem

Mean girl pt3

Pairing: g!p f!reader x Mean girl Daniela Warnings: smut,p in v,hate sex,,dirty talk,wall sex,daniela is mean, arguing during sex,light choking,creampie,squirting, jealousy squirting,face fucking,choking(with dick),throat training?,a little but stuff,using fingers to quiet her,me thinks thats it, blow job, wc: 1.6k a/n: my god i dont think ive written anything like dis in a while pt1 pt2

Tonight you weren’t even supposed to be here. You’d only swung by the field house to drop off the stupid economics textbook she’d left melted into your backseat last time she’d climbed you like a tree in the student lot. Practice had just wrapped—cheerleaders pouring out of the side doors in their tiny navy-and-gold uniforms, ponytails bouncing, skin still glistening under the stadium lights. You spotted her immediately.

Daniela was leaning against the brick wall by the water fountain, one leg kicked back, skirt riding high enough that the bottom curve of her ass peeked out every time she shifted. Two baseball guys were crowding her—tall blond one you vaguely recognized from the team’s Instagram, and his shorter, stockier buddy with the backward cap. The blond was practically draped over her, one hand braced on the wall beside her head, the other reaching out to tuck a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear like he had any right. She was laughing at whatever dumb shit he was saying, head tilted, glossy pink lips curved in that same sharp, knowing smirk she usually saved for right before she spit in your mouth and called you pathetic.

Your stomach clenched so hard it hurt. Jealousy slammed into you like a freight train—hot, ugly, possessive. She wasn’t yours. You hated her guts. But the sight of another guy’s fingers brushing her hair, his eyes dropping to the way her sports bra pushed her tits up like an offering, made your hands curl into fists at your sides.

The shorter guy leaned in next, saying something that made her bite her lip and shove his shoulder playfully. “Come on, Dani, one drink. My place is two blocks from here. We’ll make it worth your while.”

She laughed again, low and throaty, but her eyes flicked past them and locked straight onto you where you stood half-hidden by the equipment shed. Her smirk sharpened into something vicious and delighted, like she’d been waiting for you to show up and lose your mind.

You didn’t wait for an invitation. You crossed the distance in ten long strides, jaw tight, and grabbed her wrist hard enough that she gasped.

“locker” you growled, voice low so only she could hear. “Now.”

The blond guy straightened, eyebrows raised. “Who the fuck is this chick?”

Daniela didn’t even look at him. She just let you yank her toward the side door that led into the girls’ cheer locker room, hips swaying like she was the one in charge. “Relax, boys,” she called over her shoulder, voice dripping with fake sweetness. “she’s just my ride. Jealousy’s cute on her, though, right?”

The door slammed shut behind you, cutting off their confused laughs. The locker room was empty—practice over, showers still steaming, the air thick with the scent of sweat, vanilla body spray, and the faint coconut of her shampoo. Lockers hung open, colorful gym bags scattered across benches, one fluorescent light buzzing overhead.

The second the lock clicked, Daniela spun on you, eyes glittering with pure mean-girl glee. She backed up until her ass hit the row of lockers with a metallic clang, arms crossed under her tits like she was presenting them.

“Aw, look at you,” she cooed, tilting her head. “All puffed up and growly because two baseball boys smiled at me. Pathetic. Did it make your dick twitch watching them touch my hair? Or were you just worried they’d find out how easy I get wet for someone I can’t even stand?”

You stalked forward, crowding her against the cold metal. “Shut the fuck up, Daniela.”

She laughed right in your face, bright and cruel. “Make me. Or are you too busy being a jealous little bitch to do anything about it?”

You spun her around so fast her palms slapped against the lockers. Skirt flipped up, panties dragged down her thighs in one rough yank. She was already soaked—pussy lips puffy and glistening, the scent of her hitting you like a drug.

“Fuck—greedy as always,” she hissed, but she arched her back anyway, pushing her ass toward your face. “You think burying your tongue in me is gonna erase the fact that they both wanted to bend me over the bleachers?.”

You dropped to your knees and buried your face between her cheeks without another word. Tongue flat and hungry, dragging from her swollen clit all the way up to her assh. She gasped, thighs trembling, but the mean little laugh still slipped out between moans.

“Yeah, just like that—use that jealous mouth on me. Deeper, idiot. I know you can do better than that. Show me how mad you are that they had their hands on mr”

You growled against her pussy and licked harder, sucking her clit into your mouth while your hands spread her ass wider. She was dripping down your chin already, thighs shaking.

“Bet they wouldn’t eat me like a desperate dog—fuck—right there, don’t you dare stop or I’ll go find one of them right now and let him finish what you started—”

You shoved two fingers inside her, curling hard against her g-spot, and sucked her clit like you were trying to pull the orgasm out of her by force. Her hips jerked violently.

“Oh shit—don’t you fucking stop—harder—make me forget their-ahh-,”

Her voice cracked. Her thighs clamped around your head and she came with a broken cry, pussy gushing around your fingers. But you didn’t stop. You kept licking, kept fucking her through it until her legs started shaking so hard she could barely stand. A second, sharper orgasm ripped through her and this time she squirted—hot and sudden, soaking your face, dripping down your neck, splattering the tiled floor between her sneakers in messy streaks.

“F-fuck you,” she panted, voice wrecked and breathless, still trying to sound mean even while her knees buckled. “Fuck me, or I swear I’ll walk out of here and let the baseball team take turns instead.”

You stood, cock already out and throbbing painfully hard. You spun her again, her back slamming into the lockers with a loud metallic rattle. One of her thighs hooked over your hip, skirt bunched uselessly around her waist. You lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

She moaned loud enough to echo off the tiles as her head fell against your shoulder and she whimped as you hit that spongy spot inside her over and over, still pulsing and fluttering from her orgasm, walls slick and hot.

“Harder,” she demanded immediately, nails digging into your shoulders hard enough to sting. “Come on, jealous girl—show me how pissed you are. Or are you gonna come in two seconds like a desperate little loser who can’t handle me talking to other people?”

You fucked her faster, hips snapping against hers, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the empty locker room. The lockers rattled behind her with every thrust.

“Not enough,” she moaned, eyes flashing with that same wicked fire. “I can still talk shit, asshole—bet those baseball guys could fuck me better than this—”

You cut her off by shoving two fingers into her mouth, deep enough to make her gag softly. She bit down on them, eyes watering but still defiant, spit already dripping down your hand onto her sports bra.

“Keep running that mouth and I’ll shut it up for good.”

She mumbled around your fingers, words muffled and filthy: “Try it, then. I dare you.”

You pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop, and shoved her down onto her knees on the bench between the lockers. Your cock slapped heavy against her cheek.

“Open,”

She smirked up at you, lips swollen and glossy, mascara already streaked down her cheeks. “Make me, baby. Or are you scared I’ll still find a way to insult you with your dick down my throat?”

You grabbed her by the hair and pushed into her mouth in one long, merciless thrust, straight to the back of her throat. Her eyes watered instantly, throat spasming around you, but she moaned loud and filthy, taking every thick inch like she was daring you to break her.

“That’s it,” you muttered, barely standing with how shaky your legs were. “No more talking. Just choke on it like the mean little slut you are.”

She looked up at you through wet lashes, eyes still defiant even as she gagged and drooled, throat fluttering desperately around your cock. Her tongue still tried to swirl and tease like she refused to fully surrender.

You pulled out just long enough for her to suck in a gasping breath, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to your throbbing head.

“Still… hate you,” she rasped, voice hoarse and raw.

You shoved back in to the hilt, holding her there until her throat convulsed and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Yeah?” Good. Keep hating me while I fuck every last smart-ass word right out of that pretty throat.”

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burnttoast7272-deactivated20260

Your Person.

-> req. by @katseyeexe0 LOVE YOU PAPA

-> summary: you and daniela have been dating for four years now and it seems that you both are ready for the next step: marriage. which is great, since she starts loving you a tad bit more once you learn spanish just to recite your vows to her in a way that will resonate with her for life.

-> warnings: fluff, use of y/n like once?? use of the word ‘fuck’ once. absolute amazing writing… not proofread..

-> pairing: daniela x female!reader

-> a/n: gang, first fanfic. we rolled this out in like a few hours. idk how good it is so pls keep the hammers in the toolbox but hope you guys like it!! if you want more writing from me, lemme know. i’ll be happy to write more since this was quite fun !! also i need a divider template desperately bro, what is this thing below smh

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Daniela Avanzini.

The love of your life.

The woman you loved for almost 4 years now, the years bleeding together into times of joy, affection, love, intimacy and everything in between. You knew the day you met her that she would be the bundle of happiness that keeps you longing for more time by her side.

You’d been thinking about it for a long time.

mayzini

you say you love me (know i love you more)

Summary: you know you're good at your job. you know you're loved by fans. you've seen the numbers, heard people cheer on your tour. but something is cracking, comments online, whispers behind your back. you're doubting yourself, insecurity getting louder every day. how long does it take dani to notice and will it be too late when she does?

Tags: Protective! Daniela x 7th Member Reader, established relationship, insecurity, anxiety, Daniela does not play about her girl, hate comments, cuddling, soft Dani, nightclubs, panic attacks, romantic kissing

Word Count: 3685

Now Playing: Adore You by Miley Cyrus

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You weren’t exactly sure when it started. When the nightmares came clawing up at you from the depths of darkness, when every brush past the mirror felt like staring down the eyes of failure. When every little glance from your girlfriend felt like she was saying you weren’t good enough. All you knew was that there had been a day when you could ignore what people said online, when you could just turn your phone off after rehearsals and hold her hand and that would be enough to soothe the anxieties that were barely being kept at bay. And that day was gone.

If you had to close your eyes and think about it, you would remember how it had started slow. How one of your friends had sent you a tweet or maybe a Tiktok that she had thought was a cute post of moments fans had put together of you and Daniela on tour. Or maybe it was that one clip that kept resurfacing of the two of you in a restaurant in L.A. Or maybe it was one that somebody had reposted of you in Dream. The specifics didn’t matter any more, you had seen them all. Ever since that first one, the catalyst. The seemingly innocent video turned vicious by the comment section. You swore you hadn’t meant to look, didn’t intend to scroll and scroll and scroll, but once you started you hadn’t been able to stop.

She’s not even pretty

Daniela could do so much better

Someone needs to tell Dani to stand UP

The words sliced deeper than you ever thought they could, pulling open wounds you thought had been buried in high school. You had gotten over the whole anxiety thing, right? You hadn’t had a full blown panic attack in years, you had escaped the endless thought patterns and the aching ribs, right? You were happy. You had a beautiful girlfriend, blossoming career, friends that felt more like sisters. Yet the words of strangers started to pull at you. Started to unwind things you thought were locked away. The worst part? Daniela didn’t even notice.

You were trying to be subtle, trying to not bother her, but it still cut harder than you cared to admit. To yourself, to your friends, to Daniela. You knew she was stressed, you were all under so much pressure, but you couldn’t deny the way it stung. When you woke up with your chest heaving in the middle of the night and turned to see her sleeping peacefully. The way your mind reeled and your face shone with silent tears while she dozed obviously. The way you wanted to reach for her but never could. The feeling stayed, heavy in your bones when you disappeared for what felt like hours from dinners or parties and she didn’t come to check. The closer you looked online, the more it made sense. You knew she deserved better. Knew that someday she would realize you weren’t good enough for her. Was she waiting for you to leave so she didn’t have to do it? Was she hoping you would just vanish in front of her eyes? She said she loved you but did she? Was everyone else right? Were all those comments that you couldn’t ignore seeing something you had missed?

Your mind dragged you back through months of conversations. Through dinners and movie nights and shared glances on stage. You tried to pinpoint the moment you went wrong. When you became too much for her. When she stopped caring.

From the outside, she was still the same old Dani. The same Dani you fell in love with. She still woke you up with a kiss on the forehead and your coffee made exactly how you liked it. She still slipped her hand into yours on the walk to the car, still pressed herself into your side on the couch after rehearsal. Still whispered ‘I love you’ like she meant it. Now you were questioning if she really did.

You’ve never really been a party girl. You bonded with Sophia and Yoonchae over your shared love of “couch time”, nights when the rest of them went out in heels that looked painful and came home covered in glitter. A solid eight times out of ten you were content to starfish across the couch, watching K-Dramas or Disney something, but there were nights when Daniela started getting ready that she would bat her eyelashes at you and ask you to come so nicely and how could you say no to your beautiful girlfriend? Tonight was one of those nights, when she craved the feeling of being faceless, the feeling of just being Daniela and not part of a global girl group. A feeling that only neon lights and overpriced drinks would soothe.

So you smile and watch her giggle as she presses playful kisses to your lips and across your cheeks. You feel the warmth of her face and the smell of vanilla perfume and try to swallow the anxious edge already starting to build. What will people say? What about the music? The lights? What if it gets too much and you crack into pieces and she leaves? Stops loving you? You do your makeup with sweaty palms, dread rolling off your shoulders. You pull your closet apart, most of it ending up on your bedroom floor. The fabric hugs curves you used to love, now all you can think about is how you should be smaller. How you’re taking up too much space. You bite your lip and twist around in front of the mirror, every comment burned into your brain.

You sit in the passenger seat of her beloved Mustang, smiling as she hums and twirls her hair and raps in Spanish and you feel lighter. It only lasts a couple moments, the weight of anxiety and unknown expectations slamming back into you the second the song is over, and all you want is to stay in that bubble where you can breathe and sing and be yourself. A bubble you fear is popping whether you like it or not.

The club isn’t packed, at least not as much as it could be, but the music is still loud and people are still bumping into you and you feel the anxiety bubble start to swell not even ten minutes in. You watch Daniela’s smile as she moves to the music and you beg yourself not to ruin this for her. If it got bad, you would be able to just slip away right? She wouldn’t notice if you disappeared, right? Maybe she would be better off that way. Maybe thats what she wanted.

You let the bathroom door slam shut, not caring that it's forceful enough to make the wall shake. You don’t really hear it, don’t really feel it. All you can feel is the way your stomach has twisted itself inside out, your hands shaking so hard you can barely grip the faucet’s lever. Your mind reels, anxiety crashing through your system like a freight train with no brakes. Your chest stutters, your ribs ache at the tightness. Your hands grip the porcelain of the counter, desperate to feel something, anything, that isn’t the nauseating rush of anxiety slamming into you from all angles. Tears press into your eyes, uncomfortable and hot and all you can think is that you’re letting Dani down, that she’s gonna be so mad. That you’re proving everyone right and managing to fuck it all up and you’re going to lose the one person you love the most because you can’t escape from your own head. You freeze when the bathroom door whooshes open, trying to pretend like everything was fine and you weren’t shaking apart like the world was ending.

“Babe? Baby? Hey where did you go-oh honey.” You feel her before you see her, her warm fingers curled around your biceps, long curls dangling into your line of vision. No, you think. She can’t see this, she can’t know that they were right. You try to pull away, to duck your head down, to wipe your tears without her seeing and get your breathing under control and you can both pretend like this never happened. Except your chest stilling, caving in, collapsing forward, your body leans into hers without your permission. She does the rest of the work, closing the distance between your bodies, her arms warm and secure across your back. Security you think she doesn’t want to give. Security you shouldn’t need.

“Hey. You’re okay. I got you. I got you, my love.” Your eyes squeeze shut, missing the way her face crumples as you start to shake under the weight of the fear. Your ears are ringing, obscuring the hum of the air conditioner, but its not enough to drown out the bathroom door swinging open.

“Hey, is she okay?” The words sound far away and garbled, but you would be able to place Lara’s voice almost anywhere. Your shoulders shudder, trying to hide in on yourself, to get away from their eyes and their judgement and you tried so hard to not let them see and you’re still waiting for Dani to pull away and leave you to cry on your own and your heart twists when she doesn’t. One of her palms rubs flat against your back, moving in soothing circles. Her other hand cradles the back of your head to her chest, her nails scratching softly against your scalp.

“I think she’s having a panic attack. I got her, she just needs a little space. We’re going to head home.” The pained sound that scratches its way out of your throat is involuntary and mortifying, your face turning to hide in Dani’s chest. You want to say no, that Dani can go with Lara back outside and not be in here where you’re bothering her, but the words just won’t come out and your chest is getting tighter and tighter. You hear Lara whisper something you don’t quite catch before the door swings shut again, leaving you and Daniela alone.

“Okay, okay.” She hushes. “You’re okay, mi amor. I got you. You need to breathe baby.” One of her hands moves to one of yours, uncurling your fist where its smushed between your bodies. Her nails press against your wrist until your fingers splay out and she can press your palm to her chest.

“Breathe with me baby. Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good.” Her tone is warm and sweet as she wipes your still-falling tears with her other palm. You try to follow her directions, desperate to do something right. Your breath hitches, once, twice, before air floods into your lungs and rushes back out with another sob. She coos softly, running one of her palms across your shoulders as you tremble in her arms.

“Slow, slowly. There you are. My good girl.” She whispers against your hair, your face tucking into the crook on her neck. “Good girl, just breathe. You’re safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, my love.” You whimper softly, the tears still flowing but your breathing slowly starts to even out, your chest loosening. You shyly glance up to meet her eyes. You’re met with a mix of concern and something that looks like pride, but that can’t be right because you haven’t done anything to be proud of. You’ve taken away from her night out, her night off, with problems you told her were gone years ago.

“There she is. There’s my girl.” She whispers, soft and sweet and all you can think of are the hundreds of comments you’ve read saying that its not you that deserves to hear them. Its someone better, prettier, more talented. Someone who’s not you.

“You can-you can go back. I’m okay, we don’t have to leave.” You stutter, eyes dropping to the dirty tiles of the nightclub bathroom floor. Her arms wrap back around your still-shaking frame, tucking your head back into her chest.

“You’re not okay, my love. You don’t,” Her voice falters for a second and you hate the way you can hear the insecurity in her tone. Insecurity that wouldn’t be there if you weren’t so overdramatic. “You don’t have to be okay. You know that, right?” You shrug, immediately trying to pull out of her arms and pull yourself back together, to put on the smile that everyone is so used to seeing. That she’s so used to seeing. Her eyes flicker and you wonder if maybe she’s seeing through the mask, if she can finally see the cracks that are trying to split you apart.

“Hey, whoa. Talk to me, mi corazon.” She pulls you back towards her, looking at you with those eyes that are still so full of care you hope is genuine. “Whats wrong, babygirl?” You open your mouth, and then close it, trying to come up with something thats not "I don't deserve you” or “everyone is always saying you should leave me”.

“Do you still love me? Am I still, am I still good enough for you?” Your voice is all broken and rough from tears and its somehow worse because tears rush into Dani’s eyes.

“Mi amor, why-” Her voice falters and your heart cracks, sinking like the pit of dread in your stomach. You knew it. You were right, they were right, how could you be so stupid into believing she still loved you? Had ever loved you in the first place? Daniela watches it play out across your face, catching her mistake quickly.

“Yes. Yes, of course I still love you. I never stopped loving you. You have always, always been enough.” Her hands cup your face, soft palms pressing into tear-flushed skin. Her eyes search yours as if she’ll be able to figure out exactly what's causing her baby so much pain without you having to form sentences she knows will break her heart. Fear rises in her chest, dread washing over her like a tidal wave.

“Did I do something? Did-”

“No. It’s not, its not you.” You whisper, your voice still broken and defeated. You hate the way it makes you look small, the way heartbroken tears gather along your girlfriend’s waterline. You open your mouth again to smooth it all away. To say the right things and pretend this never happened, but the bathroom door swings open and Daniela’s reacting before you can blink. She’s got her arms around you again, pulling your body flush to hers, letting your face hide against her shoulder as her grip turns into a protective shield.

“Give us a minute.” She says, low and husky, and you wonder briefly if she’s mad. If she just wants to go back to the dancefloor and the music and not deal with the flaws that she should have never seen in the first place. Whoever it is mutters something you can’t hear before the bathroom door slams shut and her grip loosens fractionally.

“Let's go home, lovey.” She whispers against the soft skin of your forehead, letting her lips press there for a moment. You nod, anxiety slowly building again. Was she really mad? Was she lying? Did she just not want to make a scene in public? You tense in her arms and she runs her fingers over the goosebumps bubbling up on your arms. “Whoa, hey. You’re not in trouble. You’re still loved, no matter what baby.” Her lips press to yours, soft and sweet, a reminder that she’s there. She lingers there for a second, dark eyes still full of careful concern and little twinges of guilt.

“Let's go home.” You nod, leaning in for one more gentle kiss before pulling away.

The walk out of the club is quick but not rushed. Daniela’s grip on your hand is tight, protective, never letting you drift more than a couple inches away from her, never letting anyone get close enough to make her baby feel unsafe. If this were any other time you would laugh and poke at her possessiveness, but right now you can still feel the panic settling in your ribs and the way your mind is still reeling from everything so you just let her guide you into the passenger seat of her beloved Mustang without protest. Your fingers shake, your nerves still wired, and she watches you struggle with the seatbelt for a moment before reaching over to buckle it for you. The engine revs, the car rumbles as she backs out of the parking lot and starts down the dark L.A streets.

“Babygirl, talk to me.” She whispers, eyes still on the road. Its not a command or an order, but a gentle undemanding request. Your eyes move across her face, looking for anger or disappointment only to find soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

“I’ve been struggling.” You fidget with the seatbelt tight across your chest, your eyes staring directly at the road ahead.

“I could tell.” Her voice is soft, her fingers loose around the steering wheel, but you jolt like you’ve been punched. She could tell? This whole time? Every moment you thought you were alone, thought she didn’t care, thought she was falling out of love, and she could tell? She noticed?

“Oh.”

“I didn’t want to bring it up to you because you already seemed so stressed, my love. I’m so sorry I let you feel like I didn’t love you anymore.” Her voice breaks again, your heart clenching.

“Don’t, you don’t have to apologize.” You whisper wetly, tears spilling down your face again.

“I do. I’m supposed to catch you. Always. I want to catch you. I didn’t realize how much your anxiety had taken control.” Her eyes dart from the road to your face for a second, one of her hands leaving the steering wheel to blindly wipe your tears.

“Is there something specific that's been on your mind? Or has the anxiety just come back in general?” For a second you expect blame. For her to be upset, angry even, that it had gotten so bad so quickly. Dread coils in the pit of your stomach.

“I-people-the internet got in my head, I guess. It’s so stupid.” One of her hands moves from the gearshift to your thigh, not to tease or play, but in a careful, grounding way. You hesitate before quietly covering her hand with yours, her palm flipping to weave your fingers together.

“It’s not stupid.” She gives your hand a small, encouraging squeeze. “What have people been saying?” You falter for a second, trying to find the words that will make this better, make you sound less weak. Less pathetic in her eyes. “Baby. Tell me.” The dam breaks, something in your chest loosening, every comment that's been burned into your brain rushing to the surface.

“That I’m not good enough, not pretty enough for you. That other people would be better for you, deserve you more.” She makes a sound between a scoff and a sigh, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

“There is no one, not a single person, who ‘deserves’ me more than you do. There is no one I could ever want more than I want you.” Daniela’s voice shakes a little as she speaks, the weight of her words landing warm in your chest. “You are so beautiful, mi amor, and anyone who can’t see that is blind.” Her hand leaves yours to wipe the tears that have started to fall steadily. She coos softly, whispering soft reassurances and gentle praises as she drives, her hand drifting back down to rest in your lap.

She pulls into the driveway, turns the car off, and pulls open the passenger door before you can really blink. She tugs you up onto the pavement with soft, secure arms and pulls you into her gentle embrace, tucking your head under her chin, you cheek pillowing against her chest. Warmth blossoms across your chest the longer you stand in the cool L.A air, surrounded by love you’re starting to believe is genuine. You want to stand there forever, in this perfect little bubble, but the energy of holding everything in for so long combined with the exertion of your panic attack is starting to crash over you in a tsunami of exhaustion. Daniela feels it, smiles as your shoulders loosen beneath her fingers as your body collapses into her a little bit, seeking the comfort she now knows you need. She guides you inside carefully, ushering you gently up the stairs and into the bathroom. She insists on taking your makeup off herself, smoothing the washcloth over your face in soothing strokes. For the first time in weeks, the silence stretches out comfortably. You let your phone sit on the nightstand, the urge to see what people are saying about you, about her, fading slowly. You end up in one of her old hoodies and a pair of your own sleep shorts, your hair loose, your smile unbothered.

She climbs into bed first, making grabby motions with her fists in a way that makes a genuine giggle slip past your lips as you tuck yourself into her chest, your fingers splaying out across her stomach.

“I love you.” You whisper, the fear she won’t want to say it back gone after weeks of building anxiety.

“I love you more.” She murmurs, genuine and gentle. Her hands smooths across your back, soothing away the last lingering bit of anxiety as she watches your eyes slip shut, your body soft and boneless under her fingers. She thinks about grabbing her own phone off the nightstand to see what people have been saying for herself, to make a strongly worded post that would definitely make Sophia lose her mind. She watches you breathe for a second and decides against, content to hold her world in her hands. The most precious thing in her universe snuggled safely against her chest, and for Daniela that was enough.

a/n: literally can't tell if i love this or hate this. thank you so much to my fellow fates (@solarzbeam and @kams-corner) as well as nel (@lovelee4u) for proofreading this for me :)

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katskisses

in her shade 𝜗ৎ sophia laforteza.

“ i'm pleading on my knees

it's your touch that i need ”

⋆˚࿔ sophia glides on a lipstick she bought for you, but by the end it's smudged and barely there. a pretty proof of how much she loves you.

⌞sophia laforteza x fem!reader⌝ ⟢ smut ◞ sophia spoils you ◞ lots of kissing ◞ not proofread | mdni

A/N || short but that's okay. kisses, brooklynn.

katseyeexe0-deactivated20260425

Use Me

➳ Synopsis: Daniela had come back from a stressful meeting with some investors. Ontop of that, her employees were irritating her. So of course, she takes it out on her secretary.

➳ Warnings: Smut, p in v, cowgirl, mean Dani, face slapping, spit-play, panty gag, r being a puppy, uses of names.

➳ Pairings: CEO! Daniela Avanzini x GP Secretary Reader

➳ WC: 1.8k

➳ A/n: My baby looked so sexy in the photoshoot and obviously I had to hop on that 😛😛

“Ma'am, you have a meeting with the investors in five minutes.”

“Miss Avanzini please sign the employees pay cheques.”

“Madam Avanzini, are you still going for lunch with Mr. David?”

Daniela groaned and slumped back in her chair, already feeling a headache raging on. Running a multimillion dollar company was no easy feat and even Daniela struggled to pull through, sometimes. And even people like her make mistakes but no mistake ever gets noticed by anyone because you are always there to correct her.

You, her utterly adorable and timid secretary. The one that is always at her beck and call. Daniela was beautiful alright, a kind of beauty that exists in a man's imagination and many people have tried to get with her. Business men alike, her friends, even her own employees. The one person she's always wanted was you. She showed signs, always threw signals your way. You never noticed. Or better yet, you pretended not to notice. Because Daniela is your boss and no one would dare to sleep with their boss.

“Miss Avanzini, are you feeling okay?” Daniela peeked an eye open when she heard a soft voice. She was greeted by a frowning face, worry etched onto your features. She sighed and loosened her tie, taking off her glasses and loosening her hair tie. The air suddenly became hot because the way she looked had you already feeling hot.

“Meetings here and there. Reports all over the desk. You know, the regular,” she smiled sarcastically. You nodded and placed a glass of water and some painkillers on her desk. “Your schedule is all cleared for this afternoon, Miss Avanzini. So no need to stress.” Your soft voice was so enchanting, it almost lulled her to sleep.

“I can't. I have so much to do. I might stay late again,” she sighed, earning a frown from you. But that little frown turned into a face of determination. “I'm staying with you, Miss Avanzini.”

“Oh no you don't have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“I'm not paying extra.”

“I'm not asking for extra pay. You're human too. You deserve not to be overloaded with such heavy tasks.”

Daniela sighed, a dreamy look possessing her features and if the situation wasn't so tense, she would've already jumped your bones. “Alright. I guess the company will be nice.”

The following hours were filled with Daniela writing and you moving about. You transported documents to their designated places, topped up on both you and Daniela's coffee. You were practically at her beck and call and Daniela loved it. She loved how easy you were, how controlling you allowed her to be. Around eleven thirty in the night, Daniela locked her office and walked out with you besides her. She had taken care of the mountain of paperwork that was long overdue, thanks to your help. “Let me give you a ride home. As a thank you for helping me.”

A ride home sounds perfect, considering the fact you had no means of transportation and was planning on walking home. “Sure that would be amazing.”

Daniela smiled and led you to her mustang. The ride home was silent, save for the soft humming of the music. She kept glancing at you out of the corners of her eyes, noting the way your eyes were droopy and head was lolling back. She arrived at your apartment and bid you goodbye before heading back.

The next day, Daniela had a very stressful meeting with her investors. They were planning on pulling all the funding just because they found a company that had much more promise. Daniela knew they were bluffing because her company was the best and she always kept it at that. But the cocky smirks and irritable faces of those old men had her annoyed and irritated the entire morning. To top it off, you had taken the morning off to take your dog to the vet and came in around twelve; directly in the midst of the companies’ chaotic day. The woman who had filled in for you this morning couldn't even handle a single thing which only added to Daniela's irritation.

You sighed and immediately went to get Daniela's coffee, making it the way she loved. You entered the office, seeing papers scattered on the floor, her blazer hanging on the window, her glasses foggy and eyes red like she had been crying. “Miss Avanzini..” you hesitantly called out.

You saw the way her eyes widened, then softened, then hardened again. She stood up abruptly and walked towards you, jabbing a finger in your chest. “Where the fuck were you?!”

“I-I-I was at the v-vet..!”

“What?! Are you sick?!

“No! I took my dog there!”

“...oh. I needed you this morning. Those fucking investors are threatening to pull funding because of some other company which shows promise-” Daniela rambled on and on about her morning and you listened. You always listened. Never once judging. Never once degrading her. You were the only person she could be vulnerable with.

And somehow Daniela ended up back in her chair, with you massaging her tense shoulders. Her tie was loose and wrapped around her neck, her glasses discarded. “It's hot..” she mumbled, opening her shirt all the way down. Your eyes widen and a flush quickly spreads across your face.

Just when everyone was calm, the same woman from earlier came through the door with a massive stack of reports. Daniela didn't care that she was half naked in the office, and her irritation quickly came back. You couldn't stop staring at her breasts and the way they practically spilled out of her black lacy bra. The front of your trousers became tight and you felt yourself already twitching. You didn't even register the words Daniela said, nor did you see the woman leave.

Daniela turned around with a loud sigh, pinching her forehead. She saw you standing there, looking timid, and saw the bulge in your trousers making her eyes go wide. She knew you were big but not that big. “Why the fuck are you standing there and looking like some kicked puppy?”

You opened your mouth to reply and she cut you off by crossing the distance in three steps and tugging on your tie, bringing your face close. “You're such a pathetic thing. Already bricked up just by looking at me,” her breath was hot against your face as she spoke. She looked even more breathtaking up close that you couldn't help but whimper a little.

Daniela crashed her lips against yours, gripping your tie and pulling you impossibly closer. Your own hands landed on her hips and she pushed you back against the chair. She pulled away with your bottom lips between her teeth and turned around to clean her table by throwing everything on the ground. “Fuck work..” she grumbled, reaching down to unbuckle your belt and pull your pants and boxers down. A gasp escaped her when your cock sprang free, hitting you square in the stomach. “Fuck you're big. Get on the table now.”

You scrambled to climb on, your back pressed flat on the hard cool surface. Daniela moved to straddle you, her panties clutched tightly in her hand. “Miss Avanzini-mmmphh!” She stuffed her black lace in your mouth, the scent making your eyes roll back. Your cock throbbed and she grinned wickedly. “I don't want you talking,” she growled, rubbing the tip through her already slick folds. “Pathetic. Absolutely fucking outrageous. Those old fucks think they can threaten me?” She whispered harshly, sinking down in one smooth motion. You moaned loudly, hips bucking up into her which earned a slap to the face. “Stay still puppy and let me use you. I'll cut your pay if you don't.”

Your eyes widened. Of course she'd use money to threaten you. You needed this job, and the large amount of pay that came with it so of course, you'd stay still. Daniela smiled in triumph, pleased that you were listening and honestly, she never got any problem when it comes to your obedience.

She began bouncing on your cock, her hair falling around her shoulders like a wave of beauty. Her white button up was open and her tie was hanging loosely around her neck. “Fucking hell those men piss me up,” she gritted her teeth, thick ass slamming down on your thighs. The table creaked with the force of her movements, her boobs spilling out. When she realised the bra was in the way, she unclasped it and sighed in relief. “You wanna touch them, puppy? Go on.”

Once you got that permission, your hands shot up and began squeezing her plump flesh, massaging them. The latina threw her head back and moaned, arching more into your touch. The length of your cock repeatedly slammed against her womb, her walls massaging you. It felt like absolute heaven, with the way she was riding you. And right at this moment, Daniela Avanzini could not have looked more beautiful in all your years of knowing her.

Daniela leaned down and sucked on your neck, ripping open your shirt and sending the buttons flying everywhere. You screamed but all that came out with a muffled sound due to the panty gag you had on. “What? Couldn't hear that puppy. You're…muffled.”

She let out an evil giggle and bounced harder, loud slapping sounds echoing through her office accompanied by her slutty moans. “Fuck you're hitting my womb! Oh fuck! You're a big beast!”

Your eyes squeezed shut, fighting to hold back your orgasm. With the way she was clenching, you wouldn't be able to hold out. When your cock hit her g-spot she mewled, hands placed firmly on your chest. Daniela pulled out the panty, making you gasp for air, moans and groans escaping you. Yet somehow you missed the taste of her lace. “Ouuu you make me feel so good..! I'm gonna cum! Do you wanna cum too, puppy?”

You nodded dumbly, gasping when she slapped your face. It caught you off guard, causing your mouth to fall open. It gave her the perfect opening and she leaned down to spit in it. You swallow it and she pressed her lips roughly against yours, moaning. With a loud cry of your name, Daniela squirted and at the same time, you came, ropes of cum spilling into her tight heat.

She collapsed against your chest, panting and gasping for air. Your body ached, in the best way possible. “Fuck..fuck that was good…I should've known you were hiding such a beast inside there..and now it's mine..”

You didn't even register her words properly when she climbed off and began getting dressed. “You're coming home with me tonight puppy.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I'm not done with you. And I'm sure you want more.”

Though you denied it, deep down you realised that Daniela had turned you into her little fuck toy and honestly, you weren't complaining.

lifeofabeautifullocket

🤍 good morning 🖤

💛 happy Saturday, hope you guys enjoy ur Easter weekend. This is a reminder to everyone is that, we are boycotting for manon this weekend, in which, we are boycotting The pinky up music video, since the group has left her out for the music video, for its first batch the promotion for it. In which, she’s not present in the MV teaser and the photo looks. And since manon has removed “katseye” from her bio and that we don’t know yet if she’ll be performing at Coachella next Friday. We will keep pushing and demanding answers from hybe x geffen! The eyekons are Not looking for new content, THEY ARE LOOKING FOR ANSWERS! AND WE ARE ASKING FOR HXG TO PROVIDE US A STATEMENT ASAP! This kind of behavior that’s evolving around this is unacceptable, unprofessional and will not be tolerated, even towards our manon!

Also I wanna Clarify too, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, DO NOT ATTACK THE OTHER 5 GIRLS (Megan, Sophia, Lara, Yoonchae & Daniela) AND BOMBARD THEM ABOUT QUESTIONS ABOUT MANON! They aren’t the suspects in this speculation! We are suppose to be supporting the other girls, while we are boycotting for manon, not drag them down! And besides, it’s thier social team that is making matters worse, not the girls. The other five girls, love and support manon with all Their hearts like shes Thier sister! We’re gonna continue the support the other five outside of the pinky up promotion and support other things for them like Coachella and themselves too, whilst we rally behind manon to make sure she belongs with the girls and feels safe, protected and happy too. And even continue to live her dream and make her career last too, including the other five.

So remember to boycott the pinky up MV for manon, keep demanding answers from those HxG Assholes. Show your love to manon, as best as you can, and support and love the other five, OUTSIDE THE PINKY UP PROMOTION! And love them in the same level as you love manon too! Coachella is six days away and the time is now, to do all of these! Have a great weekend and KATSEYE IS SIX! 🗝️🛡️🍒👑🐚⚓️

mayzini

you say you love me (know i love you more)

Word Count: 3685

Now Playing: Adore You by Miley Cyrus

Read the Request here

She’s not even pretty

Daniela could do so much better

Someone needs to tell Dani to stand UP

“Do you still love me? Am I still, am I still good enough for you?” Your voice is all broken and rough from tears and its somehow worse because tears rush into Dani’s eyes.

“Did I do something? Did-”

“Let's go home.” You nod, leaning in for one more gentle kiss before pulling away.

“I’ve been struggling.” You fidget with the seatbelt tight across your chest, your eyes staring directly at the road ahead.

“Oh.”

“Don’t, you don’t have to apologize.” You whisper wetly, tears spilling down your face again.

“I love you.” You whisper, the fear she won’t want to say it back gone after weeks of building anxiety.

a/n: literally can't tell if i love this or hate this. thank you so much to my fellow fates (@solarzbeam and @kams-corner) as well as nel (@lovelee4u) for proofreading this for me :)

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aarcangel-deactivated20260418

𓅔 MYLOVE,MYFLOWER ﹒ S, LAFORTEZA

“MY HANDS ARE POWERS

THEY’RE JUST THAT GOOD. ”

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

ABOUT ⋮ you’re devoted to pleasure her.

CONTENT//WARNINGS ⋮ smut MDNI, service top/pleasure top!reader, power bottom!sophia, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, fingering, mentions of cheating

AN ⋮ repost while i work on shit for my tumblr bbgs.

"Are you crying?"

You stepped into the cool air outside the headache-inducing party, closer to Sophia's trembling figure, her fingers buried in her scalp, hiding her probably tear-stained face.

She sniffed hard and ran a hand down her face before turning to you, squinting as the party's strobe lights played with your features, bouncing from green to blue and a weird, oversaturated purple, "No, well, yeah, but...it's stupid." she muttered, eyes dropping back down to the grass in front of her.

"Well, I mean, if you're away from a pretty cool party, sobbing..." you dragged, sitting on the steps next to her. Sophia let out a faint giggle.

"I think I saw him in a room with someone else, I dunno," she started, gliding a hand through her hair, easing any of the tension she had on it. Him. Her shitty boyfriend. You've met him only twice and yet never liked him. He would comment on her outfits, claiming they were either too revealing or whatever. Or how the time he tagged along with the rest of the girls, he would nonstop talk about how good-looking the others were, to the point that Sophia would damn near beg for his attention. Meanwhile, your eyes never left her desperate figure. Hanging on by her side.

His cheating was definitely something you'd believe.

schizoidmania

Im boutta nut

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