Juli💌

Gentle

Soft!dom!sophia sub!reader

Tags: smut, fluff, clit rubbing, cuddling

a/n: this one is longer than the last one I wrote!!! But I think it’s a lot less filthy. Also I didn’t really know how to tag it? So just trust the process, please. ALSO sorry if the spacing is weird (＞人＜;)

Sophia combed her fingers through your hair, her nails scratching gently at your scalp as you sat together in the dim living room. The only source of light was the flickering animation on tv.

It was the weekend, which meant it was Disney movie night for the two of you. You’d decided on Bambi, a personal favourite of yours. You were always drawn to the characters, and how cute Bambi himself was, young and naive.

You were so snuggled up, cozy in your pyjamas, bunny plush tucked close to your chest, sharing a blanket with your love. You tilted your head closer to Sophia’s shoulder, basking in her warmth. She smelt so sweet, her perfume mixing with the buttery aroma of the popcorn bowl sitting on the living room table.

“Comfortable, Mahal?” Sophia’s voice was gentle, quiet. She was close enough to be heard over the film. You nod in response, straightening your posture to face her properly. Sophia stared down at you with those gentle doe eyes, and for a second you felt you were still staring at Bambi on the tv. She tilted her head to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, moving her previously busy fingers down to your jaw. She was always so careful with you, you were delicate after all.

The kiss was chaste at first, but it didn’t take you long to notice her wandering hands, as her palms worked down to the nape of your neck. You hummed quietly against her glossy lips, which made her pull away briefly. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay? Talk to me, Sweetheart.” She toyed with the baby hairs on your neck, petting your skin as she awaited a response.

You felt shy under her gaze, how she waited for confirmation. You weren’t ever very talkative, so a situation like this tended to feel a little intimidating, despite what your body was telling you. “I want more, Fifi…” you pause. “Please…”

She smiled, tilting her head forward again to press her lips against yours. Her tongue was cautious against yours, as if you two hadn’t made out like this millions of times before. It didn’t matter, you’d always be her baby. You deserved the best of the best, even her kisses.

Her lips moved over your jaw, and your throat, as her hands groped at your chest and splayed on the softness of your tummy. Your clutched your bunny closer, her pinky toying with your waistband. She peeks up at you, but the look in your eyes gives you away immediately. She smirks, leaving kitten licks on your neck. “You don’t have to be shy with me, Baby. Just hold your bunny, I’ll be gentle. I always am, right?” You nod, brows furrowing as your watched her hand disappear down your sleep shorts.

Your breath hitches as her curious fingertips made contact with the outside of your pussy… you hadn’t been wearing underwear, given it was more comfortable to sleep that way. She was barely touching you, but you couldn’t help but let out a small whine.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby girl. This isn’t anything new, Honey.” She parted you carefully, sliding a digit ever so carefully through your folds. You felt your tummy flutter, like when you’d go to high up on the swings when you were little.

She rubbed the pad of her finger over our entrance, gathering the slickness there, sliding it up your already slick folds, carefully rubbing it over your clit. You shuddered, tilting your body closer to her. Sophia’s free hand moved to wrap around your shoulders, holding you close against her as she worked quietly.

She let out a soft, satisfied hum at your reaction, kissing your temple as she continued to glide her fingers over you, your legs twitching each time. “Mm, is this good, Mahal? You like when I touch here? Or do you want it inside too?” She slid her finger down, teasing your hole again, barely sinking the tip of her finger in.

You let out a drawn out whimper, shaking your head weakly. “No… no… just here…” you reached down for her hand, guiding it back to your clit. Sophia just smiled and nodded, massaging over your sensitive bud. You continued to twitch and squirm in her lap, letting out breathless little whines and whimpers. You were so responsive for her.

“Take your time, Babygirl. See? It hasn’t even been 20 minutes since we started the movie. We can sit like this all night. You’d like that, Hm?” You uttered out a moan in response and she just laughed. Your feet felt tingly and your legs felt like they were being shocked, but your body felt so heavy under her touch at the same time. Like you could just melt into her and the couch.

“Mnn.. Soph… ah!” You gasped when she made a particularly quick move of her hand. Your legs twitched, but she managed to keep working despite your wriggling body. “You like that?” She grinned, kissing your temple again, sniffing your hair softly. “Just do like I said… take it like a good girl, then we can finish our movie.” She cooed, her hands undoing you like pulling a thread on a knit sweater.

You hid your face into your bunny, muffling your moans. Fuck, you were so adorable… and sensitive, and… god! She could already feel your legs beginning to tense up.

“Are you close, Angel? Tell me, tell me you’re close, Mahal.” She whispered, her words sounding a little breathless, but still much steadier than yours.

“Mn, yes! Yes, I-I’m close, Fifi..! Ah!” Your mewled angling your upper body closer to her. Seeking her proximity as an anchor as a wave of pleasure rolled through you. You squealed into your plush, subconsciously rolling into her fingers as you creamed.

Sophia let out a satisfied sigh, her fingers still working delicately against your tender pussy, smearing your cum against your folds. “That’s it. Good girl, you did so good for me, Mahal.” She whispered, kissing your temple, then moving your face out of your bunny to kiss your lips so tenderly. You could’ve sworn you’d died, and this was heaven.

pairing: g!p hockey player!megan skiendiel x female reader x g!p hockey player!daniela avanzini

warnings: college au, angst, love triangle, competing, smut, blowjob, oral sex, multiple orgasms, threesome, fluff, aftercare, not proofread, etc.

a/n: buckle up, I made this a little longer than normal to spoil you guys 😛

It started with Spin the Bottle.

You were the popular girl in college—someone well know around the campus for your sweet hearted kindness and beautiful smile that made everyone’s day. People loved your style and how it could vary from wearing sparkly pinky skirts to the baggiest jeans ever.

You weren’t afraid to be yourself or stick up for people and maybe that’s what brought upon so much attention to you.

Minnesota was hugely know for hockey—80% of the time it was all people talked about and the college you attended happened to be the number one school for players wishing to make the NHL. Thus, it became the story of how you met Megan Skiendiel and Daniela Avanzini.

The frat house reeked of booze, sweaty adults, and weed. You pushed your way through, fingers interlocked with your best friend who closely followed behind. You made your way to the drink station, pouring two cups of beer. You took a sip, scrunching your nose and coughing a little.

“I forget how much I hate booze.” You groaned.

Your best friend chuckles, crushing the empty cup in her hand. “We’re here to get lit, remember? You were so buried in your books for finals and now that’s it over and you passed, let’s celebrate!”

You laughed, letting the alcohol guide you through a fun night. You didn’t realize that you’d end up in bed with Avanzini. She was cocky and arrogant—didn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit for free and couldn’t hold a girlfriend for the life of her. But she liked you—shamelessly—she really did and the moment she got her hands on you, she wanted you sober for what she was dreaming of doing.

Cold water hit the back of your throat as you drank it, back propped against the headboard in one of the random bedrooms. Daniela sits beside you, hand holding your jaw. “Good girl.” She coos as you chug it all, setting the empty bottle aside.

“I’m a little surprised you want me.” A small smile adorns your lips. “You’re Daniela Avanzini. You could have anyone you want.”

“I want you, baby. Come here.” Her raspy voice echoed through your ears, sending chills down your spine as her hands grab at your hips, pulling you to straddle her. “Show me how good you can be.”

The rest of the night became a blur and as much as you tried to forget it, you really couldn’t. Daniela was just good at everything—cockily enough. Her cock was long and veiny, stretching almost 8 inches. You loved how clean she was—the trimmed happy trail guiding you down to her base.

But then there was Megan, whom you met a week after said party in the library. She walked in wearing Pro Club sweats, Air Force’s and a compression shirt. Maybe it was your ovulation or just how good she looked, but you knew you needed her.

And then she fucked you on the fold-out couch in her dorm.

The irony is Daniela and Megan were roommates. Two complete opposites bunking with each other and were actual friends.

Coffee steamed throughout the apartment, scenting up the ambiance. You padded around barefoot with an oversized tee covering your body, nothing else beneath. Megan walks up to you from behind, kissing that sweet spot on your neck then taking a muffin and sitting on the counter.

Daniela comes from her bedroom, taking in the sight with wide eyes. “What the fuck?”

“Mornin’.” Megan muffled out, oblivious.

You hummed, turning around and freezing in your tracks. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here. What are you doing here?” Daniela snapped, inching closer.

“She was with me last night, slept over.” Megan said again, dumbfounded and not bothering to look up.

Daniela scoffs. “So you fucked Megan too? Jesus.”

You winded as Megan glanced up finally, eyes sharpening in her roommate. “Too?” Her voice echoes. “Did you..?”

“Yeah. Obviously.” The Latina scuffed, eyes locking in the taller girl who now stood on her feet. “I was probably way better in bed.”

“Doubt it.” Megan licks her fingers clean of the crumbs. “She was screaming my name all night long.”

The two butt heads, practically growling down each other’s throats. Daniela shoves Megan first, standing dominance as the wasian catches her balance. Megan grabs her shoulders, pressing her against the counter and they’re about to brawl to the death until to opened your mouth.

“Why can’t I just have you both?” You shrugged carelessly—smooth legs crossed over one another as you sat on the kitchen table, sipping your coffee casually.

The girls stop, glance at you, then each other, and you again.

Megan speaks first, “I’m down.”

Daniela smirks slowly, almost in a predatory way. “Me too.” Her voice is barely above a whisper as she picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist. She carries you to her bedroom—it being the closest, with Megan quickly following behind.

Daniela lays you down, taking the t-shirt off with ease and groaning under her breath when she sees your perfectly naked body. Megan bites her bottom lip, suppressing a moan. “So beautiful.” She mumbled.

The Latina hummed in agreement then started to unbuckle her pants, letting them drop to the floor as she stepped out of them. As Megan undressed, Daniela brought your head towards her cock that stood proudly, curved upwards toward her stomach with precum oozing down.

You take a lick—teasing almost—and try to fit as much as you could because of her length. Dani moans, hand finding its way into your hair, guiding you slowly. Megan makes her way behind you, pushing you further onto your knees which forces more of Daniela’s cock into your mouth.

You gag and moan around it, drool pooling around her balls that looked heavy as ever. Then your eyes widened as Megan’s thick cock pushes its way inside your tight hole, groaning at the squeeze of your velvety walls.

“Jesus.” The girl breathed out. “So tight in the morning, fuck.”

Daniela makes you go faster and you hollow out your cheeks to take more. Tears fill your eyes but you don’t care, neither does she, as she finishes in your mouth, letting her seed spill down your throat without a care in the world. She makes sure you swallow before pulling out completely, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you.

Megan is pounding into you, wet sounds bouncing off the walls as she cums inside you, filling you to the brim and then quickly pulls into watch it fall onto the sheets. Daniela crawls her way towards her roommate, nodding in unison before lining up again.

She rubs your back softly. “Get ready, baby.”

You hold your breath in anticipation. Daniela’s length slips in, reaching the furthest spots inside you, and finally Megan’s thickness fills you up completely again. You moan at the right squeeze, crying into the sheets as your nails dig into your own thighs.

You feel Megan move first until the girls find a rhythm that suits them best. Their favorite part are the moans and whimpers you let out—strings of them that make them harder—if it was even possible.

You were close, it was easy to tell from the way you were whining nonstop, throwing your own hips back against their cocks. Megan cums first, spurts of hot cum spilling into you which forces you over the edge as you squirt all over them, coating them down to their balls. Daniela groaned, head falling against your sweaty back as she fills you next, letting her sticky essence drip from your sensitive cunt.

They pull out at the same time—slowly—and you wince at the loss of contact. While Megan cleans the sheets and resets the bed to be brand new, Daniela wipes you down in the bathtub, cleaning you up. She dried your hair and lets you sleep in one of her shirts.

You crawled in bed first, Megan spooning you from behind while Daniela holds you from your front. Your head falls against her chest, you can feel Megan’s breath against your neck and it makes your heart beat a little faster.

“Maybe both isn’t such a bad idea.” Dani whispered into the darkened room.

Megan chuckled. “I’m pretty happy.”

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content. g!p sophia x fem!reader smut oral sex degradation deepthroating dirty talk

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If someone had told you this morning that you'd end up like this, you wouldn't have believed it.

But here you are: on your knees at the back of the library, your makeup ruined by tears — oh, and more importantly, with Sophia's cock all the way down your throat.

Yes, Sophia. The class nerd. The same one you've been bothering and making life impossible for years.

"What's wrong?" Sophia says in a mocking whisper. "Is my cock too big for you to handle?"

You wish you could answer, but you can't. Your mouth is full, your nose pressed against her stomach, your throat forced open. No air reaches you. Your lungs are burning. You try to push her hips back, but Sophia doesn't move. She has you by the hair with one hand.

"How many times did you laugh at me?" Sophia says, and her hand tightens. "How many times did you make me feel bad? And now? Now you're the one crying."

She keeps pushing. Her hips don't stop. The cock goes in and out of your throat with a violence that brings tears to your eyes. The sound is wet, obscene. You want to breathe, but you can't.

When your hands start weakly hitting her thigh, Sophia lets you go.

You pull away suddenly, coughing, spitting. The saliva mixed with everything falls to the wooden floor. You try to breathe, but the air comes in short gasps. You spit again. A strand of saliva hangs from your chin. Your makeup runs down your face. Your eyes are red. Your nose is stuffed.

"Pathetic," Sophia says, looking down at you. "You're so pathetic. Where's that girl who thought she owned the school? Where's the one who laughed at me every day?" She crouches down. She grabs your face with one hand, her fingers pressing into your cheeks. "Now you're just a bitch on her knees. A bitch who can't even breathe without my permission."

"I'm going to…" you start to say, but your voice won't come out.

"You're going to what?" Sophia spits. "You're going to keep sucking my cock, that's for sure."

She grabs you by the hair again. She pushes you toward her cock. She enters suddenly, again all the way to the back, and this time there's no pause. Sophia starts moving with a new fury. Her hip slams against your face over and over. Her cock sinks into your throat without mercy.

"Like that," she says, and her voice is a purr. "This is how you ask for forgiveness." Her hand tightens. "You like it when I fuck your face like this?"

All you can do is look at her with puppy eyes and nod. She speeds up the rhythm. Her cock goes in and out faster, deeper. No air reaches you. The tears keep falling.

"St-stick out your tongue."

She pulls her cock out of your mouth suddenly. Her hand moves fast — one, two, three times — and the hot stream lands on your face. On your eyes. In your mouth. On your hair. On your already wet cheeks.

"Say 'slut.'"

Sophia pulls out her phone. She focuses. The flash blinds you for a second.

"So beautiful," she says, looking at the screen. "If you ever bother me again, I'm sending this photo to your stupid boyfriend. Understand?"

"I understand."

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.

“You, you look so good” - Sophia

request? yes no

content: strap on usage (d receiving) spanking praise kink dom!popular d & sub!nerd r use of mami MDNI all spanish used is translated through google translate, so any corrections would be appreciated! not proof read so if u see any mistakes, please comment so i can fix it!

one way to describe you and daniela would be polar opposites. daniela being the stereotypical popular chick, very large friendship group with boys constantly asking her out, gorgeous in every way possible, always perfect. where as you are the exact opposite, usually alone just reading a book in a corner, small group of friends, not popular in any definition of the word, glasses in the most stereotypically nerd way ever.

if anyone was to think of a list of people who they thought daniela was secretly sleeping with, you wouldn't even be a name uttered in the conversation, let alone thought of. you are basically just a background character to most peoples eyes. but, that was quite the opposite of the actual truth.

neither of you quite remember how it all started. something to do with one of daniela's houses that one of your friends dragged you too where you ended up having to much to drink and stumbling into daniela, who also seemed just as drunk as you were.

you remember a kiss at some point in the night but you dont remember much after that other then when you woke up the next morning in her bed, naked and confused, cuddled up against daniela.

you remember her being just as confused as you were when she woke up, pushing you away from her and out the bed, frustrated.

you remember a little bit of shouting between the two of you before you somehow ended up hooking up again minutes later, sober this time.

you remember exchanging numbers with her and her mumbling something about not telling anyone, which is a promise that you didn't make but you did keep.

and that's how it all started. how the secretly meeting up and hooking up started. how the kissing behind the bleachers while no one was there started. and even though you both never put a label on it, you knew what you felt for daniela was real.

its just been a few weeks of this, hooking up, sneaking in and out of eachothers bedrooms, cuddling in bed as aftercare, pretending to not know what the other looks like naked when walking past eachother in the corridors.

that all leads to now.

you. currently sat on daniela bed, her parents out of the house for some reason that daniela couldn't be bothered to mention, waiting for her to show you this "suprise" she has.

"whatever you wanna show me between be important" you mumble. you came over to fuck and then cuddle and eat icecream while watching love island, not to sit around.

"oh trust me, it is" you can almost hear the smirk in her voice, causing you to shiver a little.

soon, shes standing in front of you with a stap on in hand. "i wanted to try this with you, if you want to."

you're a little shocked, this wasn't what you were expecting from her at all.

"i uh.. yeah, okay. yeah-" you mumble out nervously, causing daniela to laugh a little. she leans over, putting the strap on you.

"just sit and look pretty, baby." she says as she removes her clothes impossibly slowly until shes completely bare in front of you.

she's facing away from you now, back to you as she moves herself over your lap, hovers over the strap, slowly rubbing her wet folds against the tip.

"fuck, baby..." you moan out lowly, watching her as she slowly sinks down onto the strap until her ass is touching you, strap as deep as it can go. the idea that she is so wet that it slips in thay easily turns you on more. you can feel the wet patch forming in between your legs, throbbing with want.

your hands find her hips as she begins to slowly rise then sharply drop back down onto it, letting out a huff with every descent. "you're filling me up so well..." she moans out as you slowly but surely quickens her pace, riding plastic cock as if it was actually your own.

you begin to move your hips with the rhythm of her movements, watching as her ass bounces with every thrust

"god, just like that.. do you like how im riding you, querida?" she moans out teasingly, purposely rubbing her ass against you.

"god, dani."

your thrusts pace speeds up a little, the sounds of the strap entering and leaving her are so loud and wet, you could almost cum just from listen to it.

"es muy bueno para mí, cariño..." she mumbles before speaking, half moan. "please, spank me, baby—"

your brain pauses for a moment, hesitating to hurt daniela in any way, even if she wants it. but her continued words bring you back. "please- por favor- baby-" she moans out, the two languages blending into one as her brain fogs a little.

she's always speaking to you in spanish when you fuck, as she knows you're into it. she knows it unravels you...

before you can really think about what you're doing, you slap her straight across the ass, leaving a red mark on her right cheek. she moans almost pornographically, coming down on the strap faster and harder. you respond by speeding up your thrusts up into her, the stap going as deep as it can physically go. "god, mami..."

so, you do it again, but the left cheek this time, the sound echoing through the room and making her left cheek as equally red as the right. she moans again, somehow more pornographic then the last time...

she's so close, you can tell.. so, you spank her across the ass as hard as possible, causing her to sink down abruptly onto the strap as hard as possible, letting out a moan as she cums, clenching around the strap, mumbling out incoherent spanish.

"you did so good, ay dios mío" she pants out, giving herself a second to calm down with the strap still deep inside her.

and slowly but surely, she removes herself off the strap... the strap is shining with her cum, glistening under the light.

"fucking hell" you mumble, seeing how red her ass is and how wet the strap in...

she simply turns around, looking at you softly before moving down to help remove the strap off you.

"you did amazing, mi amor." she praises as she successfully removed the strap and just discards it on the floor; that's a problem for later. "so good for me."

she leans over and kisses you softly on the lips before laying down next to you, completely spent.

"come on, cuddle with me" she states simply.

you look down at her, her fully naked where as you are fully clothed. so you simply pull your shirt off over your head and unbuckle your bra, leaving them on the floor. another problem for later.

you lay down, letting her pull you into her chest.

"such a good girl. now go to sleep, you'll get your reward in the morning."

you chuckle simply against her chest before falling asleep comfortably against her.

request? yes no

content: pussydrunk!megan glasses!megan oral (r receiving) use of good girl MDNI!! not proof read

megan has never felt this much joy in her life, face buried in between your legs, devouring your pussy. her hands were clasping at your bare thighs, holding them open as she continues to lick and suck at your folds. her glasses were a little pushed up on her face, but she didn't seem to care, to engrossed in tasting you, almost pussy drunk.

"such a good girl megan..." you mumble out breathlessly, hand tangled in the back of her hair to keep her mouth where it is. she audibly groans against you, sends a small wave of pleasure up you from the vibration of the sound.

it seems recently shes had a sort of oral fixation, constantly wanting to eat you out. not that you were gonna complain tho.

you let your head fall back with a mumbled "fuck" escaping your lips, pushing her head more into you. she keeps at it, teasing your entrance, rubbing her tongue against your clit. god she has a way of working her tongue.

your orgasm hits you quickly, pushing your hips sharply up against her. but, even tho you've literally just cum, she continues at the same speed and pressure, not wanting to separate from your pussy.

"megan—" your breath hitches, now looking down at her. the way her glasses are pushed up, her closed eyes as if shes eating a five star meal, the pure delight on her face.

"god—"

she just keeps working at you, her only thoughts seemingly being about your pussy.

then you cum again, a lot quicker this time due to how sensative you were from the first orgasm, but again, she doesn't stop or slow, completely drunk on it all.

"fuck— wait" you begin, breathless. your hand moves from her hair to her forehead, using your palm to push her face out from between your legs. "just.. give me a second." you mumble, still out of breath.

she smiles up at you, resting her cheek against your inner thigh. her face is wet with sweat, spit and your release, her glasses now slightly crooked on her face, a little foggy too. she chuckles softly before beginning to kiss along your inner thighs.

"your pussy is just so perfect, baby" she comments between kisses "all wet and waiting for me. i can't help myself"

you laugh weakly at that, hand back in her hair, but playing with it rather then pulling and pushing at it.

"once more, okay? but that's it" you say simply, breath beginning to even out a little.

she looks overjoyed at you allowing her to taste your pussy one last time for tonight, smiling up at you.

"good girl" you praise before she's basically dives back in.

cw: lara raj x 7th member, fem!reader, top!lara, bottom!reader, scissoring, cunnilingus, use of toys (dildos to be specific), light praising, light degradation, spitting, use of pet names, mommy, and y/n. if i missed anything let me know!

summary: you and lara discover that your fans know about you on a weverse live.

a/n: hii it’s been awhile and i also wrote half of this whilst high so sorry if it’s not that well written… this isn’t proofread. enjoy!

bratty!manon who wants everything her way. it’s either that or the highway!

bratty!manon who likes to be in control. she doesn’t like following orders and she loves to boss you around.

bratty!manon who sits in your lap and plays with your hair when she’s in a sour mood, ranting about her shitty day and not having things her way.

bratty!manon who thinks its the end of the world when you don’t answer her phone calls. she knows you’re busy, but it doesn’t matter because you should never be too busy for her.

manon: why aren’t u responding to my calls.

manon: this is urgent and ur fucking ignoring me.

manon: you have 5 secs to pick up the fucking phone.

manon: what’s more important than me.

bratty!manon who gets extra moody and bitchy when she’s jealous. she never likes to admit her jealousy so, giving you hella attitude and the silent treatment is all she knows when she jealous.

bratty!manon who loves to be spoiled and pampered but also likes to make sure you’re spoiled and pampered as well. when she wants her nails and feet done, you’re paying, of course but you’re also gonna get the same while you’re there.

“let’s go get our feet done. you’re paying. come on.”

bratty!manon who loves to sit on your face when you’re talking too much. she’s not trying to hear all of that. she knows what can actually shut you up.

bratty!manon who’s favorite position is 69. she loves to be on top, grinding her pussy onto your face as she devours you.

pairings: Manon Bannerman x fem!reader genre: fluff, suggestive, very light angst summary: y/n goes out with her friends like any other weekend, Manon warned her not to drink so much. That warning didn't last long, y/n eventually got kicked out creating drama with the bouncer before Manon picked her up and took care of her at home warnings: implied nudity, (wandering hands), alchohol usage, implied addiction, y/n being a bit freaky, mention of daniela

The bass thumped through the crowded loft like a second heartbeat, lights flashing in erratic patterns that made the room feel alive, chaotic. You'd promised yourself, just a bit of drinking tonight. A couple of light beers with your friends to unwind after a long week. Manon had even texted you before you left: "Have fun, but keep it easy this time, okay? Call if you need me." Her words lingered in your mind, a gentle reminder of her concern. At 21, you were still navigating the wilder side of your twenties, while Manon, preferred quiet nights in. She wasn't into the party scene, she called it "noise without purpose" And at 29, she had the maturity to back it up. You'd laughed when she teased you about being the "young one," but she never let you call her old. "I'm experienced, not ancient," she'd say with that smirk. Though irritation was still there, she didn't .. well appreciate being called old

But promises were easy to break in a place like this. Your friends had dragged you to the bar early, shots appearing like magic. "One won't hurt," they'd said. Then two. Three. The vodka sodas went down smooth, fizzing away the edges of your anxiety. By the time the room started spinning, you realized you'd lost them, swallowed by the sea of bodies grinding to the music. A million people seemed to be making out in every corner, couples pressed against walls, hands wandering under shirts, laughter mixing with moans. It was wild, intoxicating, but your world blurred at the edges, sights smearing into blackouts, smells assaulting you in waves.

You stumbled through the crowd, clutching a fresh drink that sloshed over the rim. The silk black dress you'd chosen, Manon's favorite, hugging your curves just right. Felt sticky now, the spill hitting your chest in a cold splash. Vodka. It reeked, sharp and unmistakable, soaking into the fabric. "Shit," you muttered, wiping at it futilely, but the motion only made you sway.

That's when you spotted her, Manon's ex, across the room, laughing with a group like she owned the place. Tall, blonde, the kind of effortless beauty that had always made you a little insecure. Something snapped. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the pent-up frustration from nights alone while Manon worked late. You pushed through, voice rising before you even reached her. "Hey! You think you can just show up here like nothing happened? After what you did to her?" Words tumbled out, curses flying, bitch, whore, heartbreaker, your finger jabbing the air. She fired back, smirking, but the argument escalated, drawing stares. Security materialized fast, hands on your arms, hauling you toward the door.

"Let go! I'm not done!" you yelled at the bouncer, struggling as they dragged you out into the cool night air. The door slammed behind you, locking you on the sidewalk, phone buzzing in your pocket. Manon. Of course they'd called her, your emergency contact. You slumped against the wall, the world tilting, regret mixing with the buzz. At least you hadn't hooked up with anyone this time. Last incident, you'd come home reeking of guilt, tears streaming as you confessed the drunken makeout to a random guy. Manon had held you, forgiven you, but the memory burned.

Headlights cut the dark. Manon's car pulled up, sleek and black, her face illuminated in the dashboard glow as she stepped out.

(Manons pov)

The call came at 1:47 AM, jolting me from a half-doze over my laptop. "Your girlfriend's causing a scene, come get her or we're calling the cops." My jaw clenched, irritation flaring hot. Y/n had promised to take it easy. I grabbed my keys, the drive to the loft a blur of city lights and simmering anger. Parties weren't my thing, too loud, too reckless, and at her age, she was still figuring out boundaries. But I'd trusted her. Stupid.

She was slumped against the wall when I arrived, silk black dress rumpled and stained, dark hair messy. The stench hit me as I approached, alcohol, sharp and overwhelming. "Y/n," I said, voice tight. She looked up, eyes glassy, a sheepish smile flickering before she winced. "Manon... sorry." I helped her up, arm around her waist, guiding her to the passenger seat. She reeked, I swore the leather would smell like bad decisions for days.

The drive home was fast, my foot heavy on the gas, weaving through late-night traffic. She slumped against the window, mumbling apologies, but I stayed silent, processing. Irritation built, why couldn't she just listen? But yelling at her now, half-passed out and vulnerable? No. That pretty face, flushed and soft, deserved better. Still, the worry gnawed this wasn't the first time.

At the apartment, I half-carried her inside, straight to the bathroom. "Shower. Now." She protested weakly, but I wasn't having it. The cold water was my choice, sobering, punishing without harm. I stripped her gently but firmly, the dress peeled off, revealing lace bra and panties soaked in vodka scent. Then those too, until she stood bare, shivering already. No arousal stirred in me, just a wave of exasperation at the alcohol haze, the poor choices clinging to her like the smell. I guided her under the spray, holding her steady as she yelped at the chill, arms wrapping around herself.

When it was done ... Five minutes of sputtering and reluctant sobriety I wrapped her in a towel, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She trembled violently, teeth chattering, skin goosebumped. In the bedroom, I buried her under the covers, grabbing a fresh towel to dry her off. Starting with her hair, then shoulders, down her arms. But when I reached her chest... I lingered. The towel ran over her breasts slowly, circling the soft curves, back and forth, at least ten times, maybe more. Her nipples perked under the friction, but it was innocent curiosity mixed with care, watching her shiver ease into something warmer.

(Back to Your pov, with Manon's Influence)

Bundled in bed, the cold shower's bite faded under the heavy duvet, but you were still squirmy, body restless from the night's chaos and the lingering buzz. Manon slid in beside you, her tanned skin warm against your chilled one, long black hair damp and straight as she pulled you close. "Better?" she murmured, arms wrapping around you, her chest pressing soft against your back. You nodded, nuzzling into her, but the alcohol made you fidgety, shifting, turning, hands wandering without thought.

Your face found her cleavage again, drawn oddly to the warmth there, the subtle rise and fall of her breaths. Drunk logic took over, you buried your nose against her tits, hands cupping them lightly, squeezing like they were the most fascinating thing. Manon stiffened, then chuckled low, the sound vibrating through you. "Baby ... what are you doing?" You whined, fingers kneading gently, but she pried your hands away with firm kindness, lacing her fingers through yours. "Easy, love. Sleep first."

The whine escaped louder, a petulant sound, but her hold was steady, pulling you back into her embrace. "Baby come on, try to close your eys for me please?." Her voice was soft, laced with amusement, and you settled, though the squirms lingered, legs tangling, body seeking her heat.

((Manons pov.. (once again))

Her whines tugged at me, cute in their drunken haze, but as she finally stilled, my mind raced. The door creaked open then, Dani, my roommate and bandmate, poking her head in with a smirk. Daniela Avanzini, all curly brown hair and easy energy, took one look at the scene and burst out laughing. "Oh god, Manon, what the fuck did you do, run her through a car wash? She looks like a drowned kitten."

I shot her a glare, but it softened into a half-smile, shifting Y/n's head off my chest to sit up slightly. "Cold shower. She got thrown out of the party, started a fight with my ex, of all people." Dani slipped inside, perching on the bed's edge, her laughter fading to concern. "Y/n? Again? That's... the, like 9th time this month?"

The words hit like ice water. I hadn't thought of it that way, her clubbing every weekend, coming home tipsy or worse. "It's just fun," I'd told myself. But Dani's eyes were serious now. "Manon, come on. She's young, yeah, but this? Every weekend, pushing it further... maybe it's coping. With the distance, your work. She misses you."

My smile faded, chest tightening. Dani was right, I'd been buried in rehearsals, leaving her to fend for nights alone. The parties weren't rebellion, they were escape. Guilt twisted, but I nodded, voice quiet. "I know. I'll talk to her tomorrow. Properly." Dani squeezed my shoulder, her touch sisterly. "Good. She's lucky to have you. And you her, don't forget that."

She left with a quiet "Night," the door clicking shut. I turned back to my girlfriend, her breathing even now, face peaceful against the pillow. The angst lingered, but I pulled her closer, fluffing the covers around us. Her body molded to mine, squirmy even in sleep, one hand finding my waist. I kissed her forehead, whispering, "I'm here, love. Always." The room filled with our synced breaths.

↪ 𝓢ynopsis: It was forbidden for Vampires and Vampire hunters to be in relations. They were sworn Enemies from the beginning of time, yet when you ran into the daughter of the Avanzini clan, Daniela Avanzini, you couldn't bring yourself to kill her and every time you did, you made excuses not to kill her until those encounters became intentional and the two of you fell in love. The consequences of that relationship was death, which had come in a very unexpected way.

↪ 𝓦arnings: angst, deaths, lots of blood, gore, themes of reincarnation, blood drinking, suggestive themes, murder, massacre.

↪𝓟airings: Vampire Daniela Avanzini x Vampire Hunter Reader

↪ 𝓦ord 𝓒ount: 4.7

↪ 𝓕eaturing: @meiyokstarr "Jana", @lostrysts "Hana", @mayzini "May" & @meganswhxre "Charlotte".

↪ 𝓐uthor's 𝓝ote: Hello skiendielific nation, this took quite a few days to write. Its my first time writing a vampire themed fiction, and also, I know nothing about Manchac and Louisiana, everything in here is based off of what Google said. I am a bit insecure and unsure about this so a little feed back would be nice. And maybe a part 2 is on the way :)

Manchac, 1897.

You stepped on the lawn, boots crunching the dirt underneath. The air was cold, almost too cold and it felt like someone was watching you because someone was. On the balcony stood a pale woman, her eyes glowing in the dark. She was wrapped in silk and sin, emitting a dark aura that had you gripping your knife. “You came alone, hunter.”

“Who are you? Show yourself!”

“Always so quick with violence,” the woman tsk'd right behind you. The dagger was immediately set on her throat and she slowly walked you back until you reached the moonlight and there you saw her.

Pale. Cold. Iris is as red as wine. She looked hauntingly beautiful and suddenly you felt uneasy. The kind that knew something was about to happen. “You shouldn't have strayed away so far from your pack, hunter,” her voice came out as sweet as honey, and she circled you, silk dragging behind her.

“You don't tell me what to do.”

“Oh but I'm telling you what you should do. How did you find this place?”

How did you find it? Well you were a vampire hunter and the woman before you was a vampire. It was only natural that you found it. Yet, a part of you was being pulled into her charm. Charms she hasn't even used yet. “You're a vampire hunter.”

You lowered the knife and took a step back. “You're not scared of me?”

“Why would I be?” She laughed, biting her lips as her gaze raked you up and down. “You're a measly vampire hunter. A mere human.”

You scoffed. “Do you see any other vampires around here, woman? That's because I killed them all.”

The woman went quiet. A loud whistle snapped your attention away for a brief moment. “You're lucky I have to go,” you muttered as you retreated back to your clan. She watched with a bite of her lip as you disappeared then she did too.

The second meeting happened unexpectedly, or rather, it was planned. You had been injured after hunting for food and somehow the deer put up a much harder fight than usual. The dagger that was supposed to be inside the deer was lodged in your sides. You had stumbled on a vine and landed on top of it, crushing a rib and injuring yourself. Which is how you were sitting up against the tree, trying to stop the bleeding before you went back. The scent of blood would cause the vampires to find the cabin that the hunters were in and you didn't want to take that risk. The bleeding had somehow stopped but the pain was making it hard for you to move.

“Well well well, look what I stumbled upon,” a voice purred from the shadows. Your breathing quickened and you instinctively gripped your dagger. The woman scoffed and stepped out, you instantly recognized her as the vampire you met some nights ago. “It's no use trying to fight me. You're as good as dead.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked through gritted teeth. The woman held up the head of the deer you had been hunting earlier. Coincidentally, you both had been hunting the same animals. “It's pathetic, no? An infamous vampire hunter such as yourself lost to a mere helpless animal. You humans are such ridiculous creatures.”

You tried to stand up but the pain shot through your entire body, causing you to let out a cry of pain. “Let me see.”

“No.”

She ignored you anyway and knelt before you. Probably the only time the vampire has knelt before a human. Your shirt was yanked up and she hummed before ripping the bandage off. “You didn't tie it properly. This won't heal for a good few days. And I'm sure you're not going back to your cabin like this.”

You stayed quiet, watching as she bit her own hand. A small spurt of black blood leaked out and she pressed it to your lips. “Drink. It has healing properties.”

“You expect me to fucking drink your blood? A vampire?”

“This or you die.”

And you didn't wanna die. Not now at least. You still had to hunt down the main vampire family; the Avanzinis. With the hesitation, you leaned forward and drank it, immediately coughing. It was strange and had no taste. Soon, you saw your flesh morphing together and the wound closing up. The vampire let out a huff of pride, and stood up, following. “You healed me?”

“If I'm going to be hunted down by you, you'll need all the strength you can get,” she paused, looking you up, “which isn't much.”

You tried to shoot back with a sparky retort but the woman vanished in thin air.

The third meeting was definitely planned. Ever since the vampire healed you, you had not been able to get her out of your mind. Every night, you toss and turn in bed, her glowing eyes, her sharp fangs, and her extremely unforgettable silhouette interfere with your dreams. You knew you had to meet her again, get her name, and possibly, understand her.

But like every other encounter, she found you first. It saved the trouble of hunting her down. “Third meeting in a row. I'm starting to think you like me, hunter,” she purred, circling with a predatory gaze. Yet beneath those glowing irises, you caught a glimpse of intrigue. “Yeah? What makes you think I like you? What if I'm seeking you out in order to kill you?”

She laughed, the sound tingling your insides. “I know you, y/n.”

Your eyes widened. How did she know? Well obviously she would know but it caught you by surprise. “I know a lot about you. You're the child of Lucien Devereaux. You were born into the strongest vampire hunter house, which has been standing for ages. So, Yn Devereaux, I know you're not seeking me out to kill me. Our last encounter left a very significant influence on you.”

You hummed and took off your hat, smoothing back your hair. This was wrong, so damn wrong, you told yourself. She was a vampire, you were supposed to kill her yet standing before her, your body was frozen in place. “Tell me your name.”

“My name? My name is Daniela Avanzini.”

The dagger dropped from your hands at her revelation. Of course she would be Avanzini, the strongest vampire family to exist. “You-you're the daughter of Avanzini?”

She hummed, smiling at your frozen expression. It sent such a very delicious feeling straight to her brain. She wanted to devour you, but also wanted to slowly unravel you until you were left at her mercy. Because Daniela never felt this way about anyone, yet along a human. A vampire hunter.

The meetings became frequent. You and her would “coincidentally” meet which wasn't really what happened. An old tall tree stood out in the forest, and you built a small hut around it. That's where you and Daniela had the meetings. Every time you'd see her, your hands would instinctively clutch your dagger until you let your guard down around her.

She was soft, gentle. Not something a vampire was supposed to be. But you brought out that side in her. She admired your bravery and listened to you recall your stories to her with a fond smile on her face.

Eventually those meetings turned into intense sessions where Daniela would become vulnerable around you. She trusted you. With her life. With her cold heart. But you made it beat once more. The first time you made love was during one of those meetings where she expressed her concerns for you. If her father was to find out about you, he'd kill you in a heart beat. And you reassured her with both words and actions. “We have to stop this yn,” she whispered, tracing your features with her cold finger tips.

“I can't stay away from you, darling. You can't either. Let's not deny this anymore.”

She chuckled and pressed small kisses to your cheek and nose. “Yes. Indeed. You truly have a hold on this vampire, yeah?” You hummed, watching the way her eyes lingered on your neck.

“You're hungry, yes? I assume our little session drained your energy.”

She sat up, your robe fell off her which was previously used to cover her. “I am.”

“Then feed from me.”

“Yn no. It's too dangerous.” You shook your head and brought her lips to your neck. “Take from me, my love. Never let yourself go hungry when I'm here.”

She hesitated, tracing your pulse point before leaning in to kiss it. A shuddering breath escaped you when Daniela pressed her fangs against your skin. Slowly, she sunk in, the flesh making a soft ‘woosh’ sound as her fangs took its place. She greedily drank her fill, eyes glowing with hunger and love. “That's it, my darling. Take what you need. I'm here.”

Your words were so tender, so gentle, it brought tears to her eyes. She squeezed them shut and continued drinking until she decided that she had enough. Daniela pulled away and licked the wound. “I should go. The sun's coming up,” she mumbled. You nodded and stood up, offering her a hand. “You ripped my clothes by the way. What am I supposed to wear to go home?” Daniela huffed, a small pout forming on her face and your poor heart couldn't handle it. “Wear my robe. I'll be okay.” She smiled, the thought of taking home a piece of you excited her. She put the robe on, which was quite big for her and gave you a deep kiss. “I love you, yn. “

“Oh Daniela, oh my love, I love you more. So much more.” She disappeared within seconds, and you made your way home.

Daniela arrived back at the castle, it was dark, as it always was. “Where were you?” a voice spoke from the shadows. She froze, turning around to find her dad standing there. “I-I was out hunting, father.”

“You smell like humans. That robe doesn't belong to you.”

Fuck. She was absolutely in trouble. Daniela quickly cooked up a lie, hoping her father wouldn't see through. “I killed a hunter. They put up quite the fight and I ripped my clothes in the process. So I took their robe.”

The older vampire hummed before walking away. Daniela breathed a sigh of relief and walked in the opposite direction, clutching the robe tightly since it seemed like the only thing that brought her comfort.

You arrived back at the cabin when the sun came up, your neck exposed with the two teeth marks. “What's that on your neck?” A voice asked from behind you, making you jump out of your skin. “Oh dear god. Please stop sneaking up on me like that, Jana.”

The woman scoffed, trying to hide back a smile as the reaction you just gave off. Then her eyes landed on your neck and saw the marks. “You were bitten? What happened? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, sister. I…” you swallowed, sweat beading at your forehead. “I fought a vampire. They managed to escape my grasp.”

“And they bit you? How could you let that happen?” She asked, concern etched onto her face.

“I was taken by surprise.”

“Don't let father find out. You won't heal the end of it.”

You nodded and thanked her before walking to your room. You touched the mark on your neck, biting back a smile. You could still feel the softness of Daniela's lips, the sting of her bite and you smiled to yourself.

Over time, the secret meetings continued for who knows how long. It didn't seem like anyone knew, or they just probably didn't care. But you knew how the Devereaux family stayed. They hated vampires, especially the Avanzinis. One night as you and Daniela sat on a tree branch, staring up at the sky, she leaned her head on your shoulders and intertwined your fingers. “I have a feeling something isn't right, yn.” Her voice was soft, filled with uncertainty and distress. You frowned and looked at her. “What makes you say that, my love?”

“It's just a deep nagging feeling. I can't shake it off. Ever since our last meeting, I've been feeling like this.”

“Hey, nothing is gonna go wrong. And even if they did, I'd rather die before I leave you.”

She smiled and cupped your face, her finger tips caressing your cheek bones. “Promise me, yn, that if anything ever happens, you'll find me in the next life.”

“My love. I promise. I'll search for you in every life time. I don't ever want anyone else but you.” The promise was sealed with a kiss, filled with unspoken promises and a desire to protect her. She was yours and you were hers.

But every good thing must come to an end. No matter the circumstances. When you went home that day, you found your father, Lucien, waiting for you by the doors. He was enraged, eyes tear streaked. “Father. What's going on?”

“The Avanzinis took your brother. They killed Solomon.” Your eyes widened, body freezing up. “How do you know it was them?”

He scoffed and slammed the Avanzini crest into your palms. “There! You and Solomon were supposed to hunt together! Where were you?!”

“I-I…I was-” “Save it. Jana found the Avanzinis hideout. We go tonight.” You nodded dumbfoundedly, the only thoughts in your mind was to warn Daniela. But how could you? There was no time. Atleast none to warn her yourself. You ran to your room and scribbled a note before typing it to the messenger bird, your companion and it flew away. “Fuck fuck how could this happen?” You whispered, arming yourself. Maybe if you went ahead and took Daniela away, she'd be safe.

“Come on. There's no time!” Jana burst through your room. “I-I know! I'm coming!”

The entire clan was raging, their eyes blazing with hatred. Ascending the glorious stallions, your father took the Devereaux army and marched onwards to the Avanzinis castle. The moon was high, the forest was bright, yet an impending war was steadily approaching. “Break the doors down!” Lucien roared. The guys took a big log and broke the front doors open, revealing the big man himself along with the other vampires. Your eyes caught Daniela's and she gave you a frightened look.

“You took my son!” Lucien roared.

“His death was inevitable,” Rafael spoke, bats flying around him, “Your daughters are next.”

“You won't touch my daughter!” Lucien hissed, descending his horse and so did the others. Everyone pulled out their weapons, aiming them at the vampires. “This is war, Rafael.”

The vampire laughed before charging at your father. A war broke out, blood shedding, vampires biting into the flesh of humans. Both Daniela and you stood frozen, not wanting to engage but the loyalty to your families fought an internal war. In the midst of the chaos, while Daniela was distracted. One of your members took the chance and ran up to her with a wooden stake, aiming for her heart that belonged to you. She had no time to react, and you didn't either. Before he could reach Daniela, a sword pierced through his body and he screamed. You stood there, watching him flatter until he stopped breathing. You had killed your own family, just to protect her.

But alas, your father along with a few others were left standing above the bodies of the vampires. Daniela was the only survivor. “I always knew you'd betray us. The black sheep of this family,” Lucien breathed out, catching his breath. “You protect our enemy. They took your brother! They killed our clan! All this for love.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and stood infront of Daniela. “Move out of the way. I will deal with you later, yn.”

“No father. I won't let you do this. We love each other. Daniela is my everything.”

“Daniela? A vampire? The same ones that took your mother. The same ones that has been killing innocents for blood.”

“They kill for survival! It is the right of every creature! Don't we kill innocent animals for survival too, father?”

He scowled and through gritted teeth, he replied, “That's different. We are humans. They are monsters.”

“The only monster here, is you, father.”

“I had hoped that I would have atleast you after this war. But it seems you want to join your siblings early. Then so be it.”

“Daniela run.”

Daniela shook her head, gripping onto your arms. “Daniela run please!”

“No I'm not leaving you!”

“Just go!” A choked sob escaped her when you pushed her away. When your father charged at you, she took off running but she didn't run far. She hid at a distance, watching as you single handedly took down the other survivors of your clan. However, you were no match for your father. He struck the dagger in your ribs, digging and twisting to hear you scream out in pain. Blood flowed like a waterfall yet his eyes were locked on Daniela I the distsnce. “I'll kill you you fucking vampire bitch!”

With what little energy you had left, you grabbed onto his foot and dragged him down. He knocked down the candles which fell onto the curtains, and the fire spread like crazy.

Lucien struggled under neath you, but the injuries he had sustained from the vampires were now acting up, causing his energy to drain. “I'm sorry father…but I love Daniela…and I can't let you kill her.”

“You…you betrayed me…your own father-aggkk!”

Blood spurred from his mouth as you pierced his heart with the dagger. His eyes were wide open and he stopped breathing. At the same time, the fire had spread throughout the castle, the ceiling, the pillars and everything came crashing down. And somehow, you felt yourself get pulled out of the castle and into the forest. “D-dani…?”

“Shhh. Don't speak. J-just try to save your energy okay! Please you can't die!” But even as Daniela held your body in her arms, she knew it was too late. You lost enough blood that couldn't be given back to you. “I'm sorry…Daniela… I love you.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Don't you dare say you love me when you're gonna end up leaving me! Please please I can't live without you…” she sobbed, holding your body. Her hands were shaking badly as they tried to stop the bleeding and she knew by the time she got help, you'd bleed to death.

“Hey…look at me..” you cupped her face with your own shaky hands. “I'll find you again…I promise…”

“Baby no! No no no! NOOOOOOO!!!”

Daniela wailed in agony as she held your lifeless body. Her screams erupted through the forest yet all that was heard in response was silence. She could only sit there, holding onto your body for hours and days.

Daniela Avanzini never loved again. She waited for over a century for you, yet you never came. Or atleast, that's what she thought.

Louisiana, 2020.

The streets were bustling with activities. In the midst of it all stood a young adult with her three friends. They were coming back from college, on their way back to their shared apartment. The rent these days was out of the world, so it took more than one person to pay it.

You walked behind Jana and Hana, alongside May. The two women in front were busy giggling to themselves, chatting away without a worry. “Your mind is far, honey. What's up?” May asked, snapping you out of your trance. You shook your head, shrugging. “Nah I'm okay. I'm just worried about finding a job, you know. I've sent in tons of applications everywhere I can think of.”

May hummed as you arrived at the apartment. Jana opened the door and led you all inside. “Oh home sweet home. God my back is killing me,” Hana groaned and complained. May went straight into the kitchen and began making everyone food. “You old,” you teased, making Hana hit you with a pillow from the couch. “Stop fighting you two!” May shouted from the kitchen. Once everyone was changed into more comfortable clothes, you all gathered in the living room, eating what May made. “Dude I'm so glad it's the weekend. I can't do college anymore. It's tiring.”

“Right and the assignments aren't doing us any justice,” Jana groaned, stealing food off Hana's plate. “Hey! That's mine!” “It's mine now hehe!”

“What are your plans for the weekend, yn?” May asked, glancing at you.

You shrugged, pushing around the food. “Probably sleep. Or go job hunting. Maybe both.” May hummed. “Good luck with that. At this point, you've applied to every single vacancy available.”

You let out a loud sigh and continued eating. After that, the four of you played uno. And it was as chaotic as ever. May made Hana pick up twelve cards in one sitting, causing the poor girl to almost flip the table, if it wasn't for Jana calming her. Meanwhile Jana won almost every game, calm and collected, as she normally would be. You on the other hand, got distracted, by god knows what. “Okay! That's it! I'm gonna kill May!”

“WAIT HANA NO-” Hana jumped over the table and playfully strangled May who was fake coughing and gasping. “You guys are so silly. I'm heading up.” A chorus of ‘good night yn’ was heard as you went up to your room.

The tiredness now settled in your bones and you let out a loud yawn before falling asleep.

Blood shed. Death. Loud yelling and screaming. Fire. You jolted up from your sleep, sweat dripping down your forehead. Was it a nightmare? You couldn't tell, not with the way your head was pounding, your heart was racing. It felt too real. Like you lived those moments but you didn't. There were so many things going on at once and it sent shocks through your brain. You took deep breaths, trying to calm down and when you decided you were sleepy again, you fell asleep. This time, your dreams were much more calm. You dreamt of a woman. Pale. Irises glowing in the dark. She was calling your name, crying out. But how could she know your name? It didn't make sense at that moment. And probably never will. After all, it's just a dream right?

The following morning, you woke up and made breakfast for everyone. It was quiet, the kind of quiet you hadn't realised you missed until now. Jana was the first to come down, rubbing sleep off her eyes. “Good morning,” she gave you a hug. “You okay? You look like you've slept rough.”

“Yeah I'm alright. I had some weird dreams but that's about it.”

She hummed and poured herself some coffee. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Nah. It's fine. Listen, I'm gonna head out. Gonna go hunt for some jobs.”

“You want me to come with you?”

“No Jan, it's okay. I need you here to stop Hana from killing May.” Jana huffed out a laugh, watching as you ascended the stairs to your room. Half an hour later you left the house, inhaling the fresh morning air. People were now leaving their houses to go about their days and as you passed by, you greeted them with a wave and a smile. The job hunt took almost the entire day and you were back in the evening. Somehow, a flyer flew at your feet and you picked it up. There was a job vacancy for a bartender and a live-in maid. It paid really well too, enough for you to pay out your debt.

“Guys! Guys! I found a job!” You ran into the house excitedly, knocking over the vase. “Hey, be careful!” May shouted.

“What's gotten into you? And where have you been?” Hana questioned with hands on her hips. “I found a job! Well technically I just saw a flyer!” Jana took the flyer and inspected it, her brows furrowing in concentration. “Manchac? That place is practically deserted, yn. How are you gonna go there?”

“Honestly, it pays really well. Plus it's only an hour away by train.”

“Yeah but it's a live-in job. Are you gonna be okay?”

You shrugged. The money was all you cared about so it didn't matter what kind of job you wound up with. “Wait, isn't Manchac where vampires used to live long ago?” May inquired. “You believe in vampires? Those are just myths. They're not real.”

“How sure are you that they're not?”

“Well May, have you ever seen one? Exactly.”

“There's this news about a vampire massacre that happened back in…1897,” Jana chimed in, pulling out the phone to search for the article. You rolled your eyes and laid your head on Hana's lap, as the girl began combing her fingers through. For once she wasn't trying to kill anyone. “Maybe I should call the number there.”

You took the flyer and went to your room, dialing the number. A sudden wave of dread washed over you as you kept repeatedly reading the requirements. ‘Must be human.’

“Thank you for calling! How may I help you?” A cheerful bubbly voice snapped you out of your trance. Your throat felt tight, the words getting stuck. “Are you calling about the job vacancy?” The same voice asked, a little more quiet and curious now.

“Y-yes! My name is Yn and I saw a flyer about a job vacancy being available for a live-in maid and bartender?”

“Yes! Are you interested?”

“Yes I am. But I'm asking if I can do it part time. I'm a college student about to go on a two months break.”

The woman paused, then replied, “I'll have to ask madame. Here's what you can do. I'll send an online application, just fill it out and send it back to me this afternoon.”

“Okay. Thank you uh…?”

“Charlotte. Call me Charlotte.” Charlotte hung up the phone and within a few minutes the document was sent to you.

Using your computer, you filled it up quickly. It even asked for a picture of yourself. It seemed like the owner cared about looks rather than skills. Either way, you knew you were good looking so you selected a picture and pasted it. At the very bottom were some additional details about the place. It was a large building situated in a forest-like area. It looked eery and dark. At the bottom section was a club Labelled ‘Noctorune’. Somehow the name sounded familiar and the place looked familiar as well. If you hadn't paid close attention, you'd think it was a mansion of some sort. Once the application was filled, you sent it back and went to sleep, awaiting a response from Charlotte.

The club was packed to the brim with people. It sounded quite ridiculous since it was situated in a rural area but all the rich people with dark pasts go there to conduct business or just to have fun. Strippers were dancing on stage, a DJ was playing music, and at the bar, worked Charlotte. When she saw the notification from you, she left the bar unattended and went ahead to print the document. No one took a chance to mess around with the club since they heard that the owner was quite scary, and they haven't even met her yet.

The printer beeped signalling that it was done. Charlotte took the documents and headed upstairs into the office. “Madame, I have the application here for the person interested. However she wishes to work part time.”

A glass of red liquid was in Charlotte's view, held by a hand, long fingers, sharp nails that were all natural. “Leave it there.” Charlotte nodded and placed the document on the table before leaving. The chair spun around and the woman picked the document up, her eyes immediately drawing to the picture. She traced it, her eyes filled with softness and sorrow. “You came back, didn't you? Now you just have to find me, yn. I won't let you go this time. That is my promise to you,” she whispered and placed the document down on the table

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The engine of the red Mustang was still vibrating, the air conditioner barely cutting through the night heat. The leather seats creaked under the weight of their bodies. Daniela had one hand on the back of your neck and the other holding the phone, the red circle blinking on the screen.

"Say hi to your boyfriend, mi amor," Daniela said, full of mockery. She brought the camera closer to your face, focusing on your swollen lips around her clit. "Say hi, baby."

"Hi…" you tried to say, but your voice cut off when Daniela pushed your head down, your nose pressing against her cunt.

"Look how I have her," Daniela continued, moving the camera down, showing her legs spread, your mouth attached to her. "Your girlfriend loves eating my pussy. Did you know that?"

You kept moving your tongue, in and out of her, and Daniela's breath hitched every time you reached her clit.

"You see how she trembles?" Daniela said, lowering the camera to your hands gripping her thighs. "All needy. What's wrong, bro, you don't take care of your girlfriend properly?"

Daniela focused on your face again. Your eyes were closed, your lashes wet. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at the camera. I want your boyfriend to see you sucking my pussy like it's the only thing you know how to do."

You opened your eyes. The phone's light blinded you. Daniela smiled.

"Say something nice for me," she said. "Tell him how my pussy is tastier than his bland cock."

"Dani's pussy is way tastier than your cock, David," you whispered, your voice broken.

"Who makes you come?" Daniela asked.

"You. Only you."

"Liar. Your boyfriend makes you come too, doesn't he?"

"No," you moaned against her cunt. "Only you. Only you make me come."

"Good," Daniela said, and brought the camera to her own face, showing her satisfied smile. "Now excuse me, bro. I'm going to have to go. Your little girlfriend is begging me to cum all over her face." Her hand on your neck tightened. "And I never deny anything to this bitch."

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The engine of the red Mustang was still vibrating, the air conditioner barely cutting through the night heat. The leather seats creaked under the weight of their bodies. Daniela had one hand on the back of your neck and the other holding the phone, the red circle blinking on the screen.

"Say hi to your boyfriend, mi amor," Daniela said, full of mockery. She brought the camera closer to your face, focusing on your swollen lips around her clit. "Say hi, baby."

"Hi…" you tried to say, but your voice cut off when Daniela pushed your head down, your nose pressing against her cunt.

"Look how I have her," Daniela continued, moving the camera down, showing her legs spread, your mouth attached to her. "Your girlfriend loves eating my pussy. Did you know that?"

You kept moving your tongue, in and out of her, and Daniela's breath hitched every time you reached her clit.

"You see how she trembles?" Daniela said, lowering the camera to your hands gripping her thighs. "All needy. What's wrong, bro, you don't take care of your girlfriend properly?"

Daniela focused on your face again. Your eyes were closed, your lashes wet. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at the camera. I want your boyfriend to see you sucking my pussy like it's the only thing you know how to do."

You opened your eyes. The phone's light blinded you. Daniela smiled.

"Say something nice for me," she said. "Tell him how my pussy is tastier than his bland cock."

"Dani's pussy is way tastier than your cock, David," you whispered, your voice broken.

"Who makes you come?" Daniela asked.

"You. Only you."

"Liar. Your boyfriend makes you come too, doesn't he?"

"No," you moaned against her cunt. "Only you. Only you make me come."

"Good," Daniela said, and brought the camera to her own face, showing her satisfied smile. "Now excuse me, bro. I'm going to have to go. Your little girlfriend is begging me to cum all over her face." Her hand on your neck tightened. "And I never deny anything to this bitch."

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"Please, Mommy, I'll behave, I'll make you feel good, please…"

Megan isn't even looking at you. She's kneeling on the living room carpet, in front of the cage where she has you locked up, and in her hands she's holding your stuffed animal. It now has a cut in the crotch, a hole full of cotton stuffing or something synthetic like that.

"Please, Mommy, let me out, I swear I'll behave…" you moan again, your hands gripping the bars of the cage, your tail moving weakly behind you. Your knees hurt from kneeling on the cold metal for so long. Your cunt throbs, and every time you try to rub yourself against the floor of the cage, you only feel the cold metal — nothing to relieve the urgency burning in your belly.

Megan finally looks at you. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid. Her cock is hard, and she looks at you with a smile that isn't sweet at all.

"Are you going to behave?" she asks. "Now? Just now? When you're already locked up and can't do anything?"

"Mommy, please…"

"Shut up."

She pushes. The cock enters the stuffed animal. The sound is wet, strange. Megan lets out a moan that runs through your empty cunt.

"It feels so good," she says, and bites her lower lip. "The stuffing… so tight…"

She keeps moving. Her hips push against the stuffed animal, her cock goes in and out, and you can see everything from the cage.

"I'll make you feel better than that stuffed animal, Mommy," you cry, tears already streaming down your cheeks. Your tail moves faster, hitting the bars. "Let me out and I'll suck you all the way, I'll take it all, I swear I won't gag, I'll—"

"I'm not letting you out," she interrupts. She speeds up the rhythm. The stuffed animal sinks and stretches in her hands, the fabric creaks. "You stay there. Watching. Watching Mommy fuck your toy instead of fucking you."

"But I'm your puppy…"

"My puppy misbehaved." Megan pushes harder. The stuffed animal flattens against her pelvis. "Bad puppies don't deserve Mommy's cock."

"I'm sorry," you moan, and you rub your cunt against the cage floor, but the metal is cold and smooth, it doesn't create pleasure, just more frustration. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I swear it won't happen again."

Megan moans louder. Her hips push faster. The stuffed animal is already deformed in her hands, the stuffing coming out through the edges of the hole. "I'm going to come."

"No," you moan. "Please, Mommy, come inside me…"

She pushes one last time. The hot semen fills the inside of the stuffed animal, soaking the stuffing, dripping through the fabric, falling to the floor in thick, white drops.

Megan stays still for a second. Then she pulls her cock out.

The stuffed animal is destroyed. The hole she made in it is surrounded by thick, white foam, dripping slowly. The stuffing is visible through the opening, also soaked.

Megan grabs it with one hand. She walks to the cage. She crouches in front of you.

"Look," she says, and shows you the stuffed animal. "This is how you could have ended up. Full. But you decided to be a bad puppy."

"I'm sorry…" you whisper.

"I know."

Megan places the stuffed animal on the floor of the cage, right in front of you. You can see it. You can smell it. You can't touch it. The bars stop you.

"Now," Megan says, standing up. "I'm leaving you here. With your puppy. So you can think about what you did."

"Mommy, no…"

ᥫ᭡ SYN 𓈒⋆♱ ꒰꒰ years of taking sophia’s bullshit left you with nothing but pain IN WHICH sophia tries to apologize in her own best way ⇾ smut! , toxic!sophia , soph is a much , talk of internal homophobia some angst!, & reader! always running back to sophia cause she loves her ꒱꒱

✞ ˳.⋅ ̩͙ the angel you know best sophia was your best friend grew up with parents dominating the musical scene in the philippines, she knew her worth sophia showed signs of musical talent from a young age , being of which the lafortezas neighbors you’d accompany your mother in everyday tea sessions , play dates with sophia where you talked and giggled about the little things that made you happy .

✞ ˳.⋅ ̩͙ sophia always knew you liked her but at times she kept those feelings away shying out from the public eye, what if people knew she liked woman , the scandal , the atrocity struck on the good laforteza name she couldn’t let down her family like that . keeping in check in her soft gazes at you , the way her eyes gazed down to your lips , how her hands would feel clamped and sweaty from the nerves , her tummy rumbling twisting and turning like a whole a damn zoo was in there .

✞ ˳.⋅ ̩͙sophia was selfless , took the liberty of checking on everyone she loved before she had time to make sure she herself was okay , she kept an eye on you all the time , in the safe space of your room she’d come by like everyday for lunch walking past your bedroom for a soft peck on your lips , the smell of your perfume brought her a bit of joy, she knew in the deepest rawest parts of her heart , sophia laforteza could never love a woman , but she couldn’t care less she needed you more than the air she breathed, the nights the two of you wrapped up together in bed , her so called guilty touches of your skin , her fingers drawing upon your curves , her fingertips feeling like ice , her eyes closed kissing your neck , her breathing would shallow evenly , she felt so guilty but yet she never let go of you , no matter what the string between you and sophia was never cut loose . sophia auditioned for dream academy leaving manila to go accomplish her dreams she left with a simple “ don’t forget about me you’ll always be in my heart “ straight bullshit is what she said , you knew it deep down too , sophia would play barbie’s with you pretending to kiss one another but when she’d be with her mother or the rest of this fuck society her mother and her would be shopping for a suitor someone of great place in the community , a man at the end of the day . sophia never said no , nor did she talk to her mother about the topic , she wanted both the thrill of it being wrong . she never looked at you more than just someone who was available , no matter the soft whispers or the promises she’d tell you , her heart was never with you .

✞ ˳.⋅ ̩͙ sophia’s hands around some girl every night after her debut with KATSEYE , taking in the spotlight and billboards making their debut was a hit sensation over night , you couldn’t call sophia yet have a word with her , too busy partying and what not , you were scrolling on social media when you saw this clip katseye members revealing their sexuality sophia looked gorgeous her hair was messy wearing a a basic black top with some baggy black jeans she was smiling looking at camera “ i can’t really find a word to describe it i vibe with who i vibe , but i can say i definitely love taking a bite out of every flavor “ she smirked at the reporter who was a young lady too you scoffed even the damn reported keep it in your fuckin pants for once laforteza , she liked the thrill of everyone wanting her , that’s why she knew you were always available

✞ ˳.⋅ ̩͙ Christmas rounding up each year seeing her with her family surrounded by the christmas tree sophia having a huge smile on her face without any one noticing she’d have her hand grazing your waist . the bottom of your back her soft ysl infatuated scent diffusing into your buds , you can’t ever break that siren spell sophia had on you . later on during the night , your were at the mercy of sophia’s touch , the leader of katseye deep , concentrated and messy her mouth drenched in your fluids , her tongue licking and twirling through your sensitive slit , she carefully goes into it her tongue flattening earning her a deep low moan from you , your hands going down to her hair , groaning riding her face even more she whimpers slowing down her pace and deeply and deeply falling into you.

✞ ˳.⋅ ̩͙ “ glad we got to do this same time next year mahal?” sophia smiled so proudly her cocky stupid ass as she put on her shirt giving a soft kiss “ no” you muttered pushing her back “ no?” her eyes filled with pride , “ you say no when we both know come back everytime “ “ don’t bother “ sophia tilted your head “ deep down yknow that you love me too much to break this up baby so stop “ she whispered into your ear kissing your neck for the final time before she leaves you , naked and alone in your bed.

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