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standing directly behind you, was knight laforteza. her presence sent a heat down your spine.

without even seeing her, you could picture what she was doing.

you knew for certain that her eyes were scanning the room, hostile. but you hoped that she was looking at you.

she was probably gripping her blade by the hilt. she was probably gritting her teeth at nobles that got too close to you. and she was probably standing as still as a statue, she always worked better when she was in the shadows.

knight sophia laforteza was famous for her silence. she never truly said much. you only heard her voice when it was necessary, like responding to orders from her king. sometimes, she would speak to you and you would feel little flutters in your stomach.

she was assigned to protect you; wherever you went, she followed. you desired to visit the markets? she would do her best to navigate the tight crowds even with her steel plates on. you desired to explore the gardens? she would walk not too far behind you, her eyes glued to the back of your head.

once, you had followed her.

you could not distinguish villager from noble as the crowd gathered ‘round for a brawl between your knight and a squire. the squire had his tail between his legs, swinging mindlessly as knight laforteza simply dodged his attacks. you watched his growing frustration come to a boiling point when laforteza knocked him down by the back of his knee.

you watched her drive her blade across the man’s chest, marking him with a scar that would surely never heal.

you stood still, stunned at the bloodshed. but this was your knight’s world, you supposed. you could not interfere with a battle for honor.

but when she spotted you, all the world faded away.

she shoved the squire forward, letting him fall into the dirt. she made her way towards you, armor clinking as she pushed past the crowd.

“you should not be here, my lady.” she said, “it is most dangerous.”

“but you are here. and you will protect me if any danger comes.”

it was a miracle that you had even made it to the square. many would give up their families for a chance at the princess’ attention. your knight was surprised that you would plant yourself in this position.

“still, my lady, you should not bear witness to these sorts of things.”

“is it such a crime to want to watch my knight in battle?” you would say, looking up at her with a furrow in your brow. “regardless, do tell me that this quarrel was about. i do not know how i feel about my knight causing such commotion.”

knight laforteza was stunned to silence, “it was a duel for honor, my lady. his lord had challenged me to a duel but i declined multiple times, then he called me a coward.”

you stepped forward, cautiously. you raised a gentle hand to your knight’s cheek, flicking away a piece of dried blood.

“you should know by now that cowardly is the last thing that you are.” you would say, barely a whisper.

“i understand, my lady.” she would say, head hanging low to lean into your touch. “i can see now that all i have reaped is your disappointment.”

“i am not disappointed in the bloodshed, my knight.” you would shake your head, wiping your fingertips with a hankerchief. “i am disappointed that you are spending more time on these petty endeavours instead of being by my side.”

you were normally kind, gentle. that was why you were adored. everyone was amazed by how much love the princess had in her heart.

but that did not change the fact that your parents loved you too much, too hard. they spoiled you absolutely rotten, you never had to complain. you never found yourself yearning for everything, because they served the whole world to you on a silver platter.

and tonight, you wanted to hear knight laforteza’s voice.

you rolled your eyes as your father started a drunken serenade for your mother. he recruited all his friends to start singing along.

you took this opportunity to peek at knight laforteza, guarding the exit behind the banquet table. you stood from your seat, gracefully making your way to her.

“my knight…” you started, in that tone that told her that you were up to no good. she simply stared at you, no reaponse. “would you please escort me?”

you did not tell her where you were going, but she was required by oath to follow.

she nodded once, pushing the curtains that disguised the back exit apart to allow you to leave. she followed closely behind you.

you navigated your way through the halls, past your chambers and past the grand foyer. you two found yourselves in front of the library doors.

you had always been amazed by the scholars. how they could dedicate their lives to the academia and learning the ways of the world. if you had not been born a princess, you were sure that you would find peace as one of them.

ser sophia knew this place as your sanctuary. when the chatter became too much, you found yourself rushing to tuck yourself between the pages of old scriptures.

the doors were locked, but not for long.

you crouched to the ground and removed a pin from your hair, letting it fall. sophia watched as your hair framed your face a bit more naturally, not being held up.

you stuck your tongue out between your teeth as you wedged the pin into the lock, picking it as a rogue in the village had taught you.

“i knew that would come in handy!” you’d say, excitedly as the lock clicked and you were able to swing the door open.

you beckoned for sophia, holding the door open for her and allowing her to enter.

you shut it behind the two of you, picking up a lantern from the librarian’s desk and illuminating it with a matchstick.

you two wandered the shelves, ultimately ending up in your favorite section; mythology and folklore.

“tell me, my knight. there were many suitors tonight, do you think that any of them were my match?” you’d ask, teasingly. you knew how to get a reaction out of her.

“respectfully, my lady…” she’d speak from behind you.

those damn flutters again.

“i do not think that a knight’s input should sway your choice.” she would stutter.

“on the contrary, you know me better than anyone else.” you’d tsk, holding up the lantern to a row of books. “your input is most valuable.”

you’d suddenly turn to face her, abruptly. you’d see her stop in her tracks. you’d walk closer to her, the lantern illuminating only a few book titles and both your faces.

“i think that prince elias will be a capable husband to you, my lady.” sophia sounded like it was almost painful for her to admit this. she’d be staring down at you, never looking away for a second. “he would take you travelling, it has always been your desire to see the world.”

you’d try to read her, but she remained stone-faced.

“then tell me, sophia.” you never used her first name without a formality. there have only been a few times where you have. only when you were frustrated with her and only when you wanted to make her head spin.

her jaw would clench, but her eyes betrayed her. she has not heard her own name simply called in a while. but it sounded perfect coming from you.

“if you were not a knight, and i were not a princess… would you take me as your wife?”

“come with me, my knight.” you settled yourself under a tree in the gardens of your castle. it was rare that sophia was out of her armor, instead donning a drawstring shirt and pants that were fitted around her waist.

your slow breathing as you took shade from the glaring sun synced with your knight’s heartbeat. she stood in front of you, her blade still secured around her waist.

“if i were to become cruel, would you do my killing for me?” you enjoyed asking sophia these questions. it was the perfect excuse to hear her voice. it was only when you asked questions that she would speak more than a few words.

“my lady…” sophia would say, slowly leaning in until your back was pinned against the back of the tree.

you stared up at her past your lashes, your lips parting subconsciously.

it was no secret that you had taken a liking to your knight. amongst the chaos that came with royalty, she was the calm. there was never a time where a lingering companion wouldn’t talk your ear off, babbling about things that never interested you. but sophia? she lingered quietly.

perhaps it was the peace that drew you to her initially. but then it became the sharpness of her jawline, the broadness of her shoulders, and the darkness of her hair. her eyes that pierced your own.

sophia would place a gloved hand against the smooth skin of your cheek, you were pampered by products from across the sea.

“i would burn countries down if you asked.”

burn countries, sophia could do. take you as her wife? was something she had never dawned on. she knew it was impossible, the world would never allow it.

she would not have an immediate answer for you.

you took her silence as rejection.

and you felt a fist around your heart give it a living squeeze.

you’d blink quickly, stepping back from sophia.

you didn’t know why your body suddenly felt on fire. a rejection from your knight, the one person that you allowed to see you with your walls down. it was something that crept past your ribcage and pierced you.

you’d suddenly blow out the candle that fueled the lantern, setting it down on a shelf then bolting as fast as your feet would let you.

you knew the library like the back of your hand, you ran towards the wall in the far back. further from sophia.

sophia would be left behind in the dark aisle, she felt guilt pang in her chest.

curse her silence.

she knew the library like you did. because she associated it with you.

and you were her everything.

she’d raise her hand, feeling the bookcase as a way to stabilise her internal compass. she’d make careful turns, letting her body take over the task of taking her back to you.

you’d be curled up by a shelf with old scrolls poking out of it, a velvet cushion placed where you usually found yourself resting. you’d have your knees tucked under your chin, small tears rolling down your face.

the moonlight would allow sophia to see you. she’d kneel down in front of you, a gesture of surrender.

she’d take her gauntlets off, the gloves underneath following. they’d all clank on the ground, sophia throwing them away like they were only barriers keeping her from you. she’d place her calloused hands on your cheek, wiping the falling tears.

you couldn’t pull away from her. even when she had clouded your thoughts, you wanted more of her.

for the first time in her life, sophia did something with all that bravery that was given to her by the gods.

she leaned in, sharing your space. you were breathing the same air. and then she surged forward, connecting your lips.

she was trying to tell you. trying to tell you that yes, not only would she take you as her wife. but she would love you as so.

you gasped into her mouth, taking a moment before returning the kiss. your body would automatically jolt towards her.

“your hands are so warm, my knight.” you’d whine, taking the hands that were on your cheeks and placing them around your waist. “touch me here, for i am so cold.”

she’d pull you even closer to her, flush against her chest.

your tears wouldn’t stop, continuing to storm down your face in the most unexpected way.

and for the first time in a few minutes, sophia spoke.

“you are so pretty when you cry, princess.” she’d say, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “but no more of that, for i shall apologise to you.”

you’d hook your fingers in sophia’s chestplate, yanking her forward to hover on top of you. you’d kiss her again, this time more desperate.

“take me like a husband would take his wife.”

sophia’s fingers would trail up your thigh, hiking your dress up. it would sprawl across the library carpet, her lips were against your neck.

she had never touched anyone like this before, only hearing stories from other knights or lords that bragged about their experiences. but she has also heard handmaidens and ladies speak of what they enjoyed, so she would take their word for it instead.

she’d press the pad of your fingers to your warm core, her breath hitching at how soaked you felt on her fingers.

she’d experiment with you, taking her time to figure out what made you mewl in pleasure.

she’d drag a finger through your folds, earning a soft whine from you. because it felt like so much yet not enough.

she’d tease your entrance, tapping the tip of her finger against it. after which, you clenched around nothing.

stupid little body, it thinks she’s already in you.

“enough with your teasing.” you’d say, whining.

and how could your knight ever deny you?

you gasped at the intrusion of two of her fingers into you, and sophia groaned softly from how warm you were around her. she kissed your pulse point on your neck until you started to relax around her.

only then, did she move.

and you moved with her.

you ground down on her fingers while she started to thrust them into you, riding them like you were chasing after them.

the noises you were making was nothing like your knight had ever heard before.

soft little audible gasps that were forced out of you every time she curled her fingers just right enough to hit a spot that made you see white behind your eyes.

you didn’t understand the feeling that was forming in the pit of your stomach. but you knew that you couldn’t stop it.

it felt like a white, hot rush that caused your body tense up.

sophia could feel your cunt fluttering around her fingers, it was then that she knew she was doing something right. the pad of her thumb circled your clit, a sensation that started to overwhelm you.

you felt yourself start to cry again, but for a different reason this time.

she continued to kiss your tears away, the salt of your tears coating her tastes.

“cannot wait any longer to taste your release, my princess.” she’d say, and that was what tipped you over.

knight sophia laforteza was born to serve you.

but tonight, you would instead serve her tenfold.

by allowing that coil to snap.

and releasing your taste onto her fingers.

you shuddered and cried out for her once before, arching yourself into her chest as you felt the ultimate release.

she wrapped her lips around her fingers upon removing them from you, like a woman starved. like she had never tasted properly until this.

as she kissed just above your chest, bringing you down from the sensation, she’d ready herself to speak again.

this, you did not expect.

“you taste divine, my lady.” she’d start. “i wonder if you would taste better if i had used my mouth.”

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a/n: okay this honestly came to me in a dream and i am so rusty. but i’ve been reading so much lately that i finally found some sort of drive, i suppose. i hope you guys enjoyed it and hopefully i’ll be more consistent writing again.

if you’ve been around for a while, i love you deeply. i’m sure inspiration will strike me harder and harder as the days go on.

much love, as always.

You and Manon had never really been a thing, not officially. Stolen moments and hidden glances became your normal and you always found a reason to be beside each other.

The second you had met in dream there was a connection, a pull that neither of you could ignore but were too afraid to act on.

In the whirlwind of dream and the first year of Katseye there was never time to truly think about how you both felt, you just simply felt and moved on instinct. You were in sync from day one, always aware of the others needs and wants. 

You were like magnets, always close always touching. Nights spent on the couch sharing secrets, cuddling during movies, and falling asleep on each other. It was comfortable, safe. 

The two of you had worked up a perfect routine, that slotted right into the daily schedules and life with the girls and when it came to moving out of the dorm it wasn’t even a question that you would go with her. The girls never thought anything about it, you two were just close friends after all, the closest. 

Things were great, the groups success was growing, and you were scheduled to play at Coachella. Then it happened…Hiatus. The six of you would be promoting and performing while Manon sat out. It was devastating. 

Manon had decided to take the Hiatus as time to go back to Switzerland and her family which left a cold, quiet and empty house for you and a lonely work life. Of course, you had the other five girls, but it just wasn’t the same. Not without her. 

The girls tried to include you; coffee trips with Lara, lives with Megan and Yoonchae, cooking with Sophia, even late-night drives with Dani. 

You engaged with them; you smiled and talked but they could tell it wasn’t what you needed. What you needed was your girl. Even if no one said it, they had all started to see just how much Manon was to you. She was a rock, a lifeline, a constant. 

Manon wasn’t doing much better, after the initial buzz of going home wore off she felt the empty tug of your absence and her whole body filled with longing. The more events you guys went to, the more promos she saw, the longer she was away from you the worse she felt. 

Being left out of schedule she was excited for was one thing, but when the hiatus was extended and she realised her Coachella dreams were over, it crushed her. 

Coachella had been such a big dream of hers, and the idea she would get to live that dream with you, and the girls, meant so much to her. Now that was all gone, and you weren’t even there to make it all better. She felt alone, and helpless and all she could do was watch you and the girls. 

When Coachella came round, she had to go, for you. Of course, there was that gnawing sadness at not being up there with the six of you. But watching you on that stage she was in awe. At least till the MIA outro happened. 

She felt a feeling of dread and burning in her chest the second Lara’s hands were on you. Watching the two of you smirk, and giggle as she touches you it was just too much. 

After that, every clip of you with one of them, watching you lean into them or laugh at their jokes. Every thought of you needing them like she needed you, the thought of you moving on before the two of you ever started broke her. 

Then came the events, it was hard for her watching you guys shine while she was hidden away. She didn’t want to watch, but she couldn’t not support you. It seemed like an endless loop of hurt, not that she ever mentioned it. Honestly, her radio silence was hell for both of you. 

AMAs was a big event, and you were beyond excited to attend. Your outfit had been so beautifully designed to match Megan’s while complementing the dresses of the other four. 

You were a bundle of nerves the whole night, hand latched with Megan’s and Sophia’s for support to stop the shaking. You had never wished for your lifeline more, craving Manon’s guiding and grounding touch. 

When you were announced as winners, everything happened in a blur like slow motion. Your mind felt disconnected from your body. You were beyond happy, of course, but going up there doing speeches, winning an award it all made you nauseous. 

When it was all over? You were honestly still reeling. The after party was in full swing, drinks flowing and people dancing and yet all you could think about was being anywhere else. 

Well, somewhere else. With someone in particular. You watched the girls have fun and smiles before shooting a quick text to Sophia, not caring she wouldn’t see it straight away. Then you left, one thing on your mind. 

Getting into your car you drove off, heading to the one place you knew by heart. The one place you felt at ease, home. 

The drive went by fast, Manon being the only thing on your mind. Pulling up in the driveway you got out the car, practically running to the door before knocking on it. 

At first there was no answer, and you were starting to get worried she was out and this was a desperate move. But then you heard the footsteps on the stairs and let out a nervous breath as the door opened. 

There she was, Manon. Standing there, eyes half closed, baggy tee hanging just off of her shoulder and a confused pout on her pretty lips, sleep clinging to her like she just woke up. God, you needed her. 

“Y/n..?” She mumbles, a confused whine clinging to her words. “W-what time is it? Shouldn’t you be at-“

You don’t let her finish, you act on impulse rushing forward to capture her lips with your own. She hums, freezing for a second as she stumbles slightly before her brain catches up and she grins into the kiss before kissing back eagerly. Her hands grabbing your hips and pulling you against her as she has her turn claiming your lips. 

You stay like that, wrapped up in each other as  you kiss on her doorstep in your own bubble of love and need. Neither of you thinking about closing the door or getting out of sight or the risk of someone seeing and snapping a pic. All that mattered in that moment was the two of you. 

sophia was someone who got along with everyone but you. 

she’d purposely go out of her way to avoid all interaction if she could— except you seemed to linger wherever she was. 

it wasn’t that you'd done anything, she didn't even dislike you, there was just something about you that drew her in so immensely that she resented you for even igniting that type of reaction from her. 

she had always been able to keep her composure, but you'd been interfering, and she didn’t like that very much. 

the party lights were low— purple, blue, and red switching occasionally while people danced and cheered, some cups empty and some half full. 

you walked along the unpolished floors, heels clicking under your feet. 

sophia had already spotted you the moment you entered, she didn't even need to look— she did, of course, for 'confirmation', she’d convinced herself. 

but it was for herself, no matter how many times she’d choose to deny the plain fact. 

you danced against someone's body— sensually, meticulously, precisely curated just enough, so that you could catch her attention. 

it’s all you wanted. 

and sophia took notice, her eyes sharpening when she recognized the girl who stood too closely behind, watching her hands wrap around your front like you were right where you wanted to be. 

you didn’t need to look up to see her staring, you could feel it, you always could. your hips swayed along to the music, hands reaching behind to wrap around her neck. 

sophia's fists tightened around the unopened bottle she grabbed off the side. 

with four quick strides she broke you off the other, hands tugging at your wrists to lead you elsewhere. 

you followed willingly, a soft smile indicating that you were, in fact, exactly where you wanted to be. 

her hands tilted your head back slightly,

“open,” she commanded, voice stern and free from anything unserious. you did as told, parting your glossed lips and watching as her fingers slid over the glass bottle. she turned the top off, her other free hand reaching up to firmly hold onto your jaw— perfectly poised fingers with the prettiest manicured nails resting on your face. 

your breath hitched, her face was only inches from yours. 

you could kiss. 

you should. 

sophia’s head tilted back, the clear liquid falling into her mouth with ease. she didn’t waste any time, she poured the liquid from her mouth into yours, her thumb rubbing part of your lower lip. 

once she’d finished, her hand pushed your jaw closed, her head dipping down in order for you to hear her. “swallow,” 

you did as told, your throat moving to indicate that you had, the girl releasing a satisfied hum. “you're a lot more open than i thought,” she whispered without explaining further, she knew you understood exactly what she meant. 

“i think leaving you alone did me a few good favours,” you adjusted the straps on your tank top, straightening yourself out while she stood in front of you.

“favours?” she inquired, her eyes taking you in for longer than usual. 

you grabbed the bottle and a small shot glass, your heels clicking against the hardwood floors with every shift of movement. 

“lots of them,” you added on, sauntering down the hall and away from the girl who was standing there dumbfounded. 

sophia moved just as quickly as you had, her voice calling out for you from behind, “what kinds of favours?” 

you smiled even though she couldn’t see it, your hip pushing open a door — the room was dimly lit but nobody had occupied it yet. 

you set the bottle and glass down on the small nightstand, turning to face a puzzled sophia. 

“why are you asking me like you don’t know?” you asked, sophia thought about it for a moment, she wasn’t having your smart tone, “i don’t know. why don't you show me.” 

you blinked, her words registering. “you want me to show you?” 

“was i not clear enough?” 

you pushed sophia back on a cushioned chair, “oh you were clear, alright.” your thumbs hooked into your belt loops, pulling your jeans even lower, shimmying them until your lace panties were in view— stark ruby red lace presented itself in front of sophia, the band being the only thing she was able to view. 

her breath hitched, “what are you doing?” 

you only smiled, “sorry, what was that about being clear?” 

her lips parted slightly, head gesturing for you to continue. you straddled her lap, straightening up on your knees while sophia sank into the cushion, your waist touching her lips— almost.  

sophia subconsciously leaned in closer, her fingers coming up to grab onto your hips with soft, firm hands. 

“you want it?” 

sophia nodded, “yea, i want it.” 

“you need it that bad?” 

“yes,” 

you settled in her lap, hands stretching out to the bottle, popping off the loose lid. the liquid splashed into the small shot glass, her eyes paying attention to you rather than the clear drink. 

“tip your head back,” you whispered, watching the girl follow your orders. 

sophia let her head fall back, parting her lips without needing further guidance— a result of her 'newfound' infatuation. 

the liquid poured down her throat, sophia swallowing as it went. your fingers rested under her chin, tipping it up to close her mouth, shot glass set back down onto the small table. 

“i need it too,” your nail dragged down her body, stopping in the middle— hands bringing themselves to your body instead, fingertips unzipping and unbuttoning denim, hands helping the material off your waist. 

sophia didn’t remove her eyes from you, bottom lip tucked under her teeth while she watched. 

the jeans fell to the floor but you didn’t stop, your fingers slid the red lace right off your hips. 

“open your hand,” 

sophia offered an open palm, the fabric dropping right into them. “hold these for me?” 

she groaned in response, you hadn't done much and sophia's mind was reeling— more than it should’ve been, she'd acknowledged, but she couldn’t find a reason to step back. 

now bare, your body lowered onto sophia's thigh— skin to skin, your eyes taking in hers, your hips rolling and rubbing against her. 

sophia brought her hands to your waist, adding pressure, enough to remind you that she was very much present but not enough to fix your pace. 

you bit onto your lip, leaning forward, your lips ghosting by her ear. “what’s wrong, you're pretty quiet for someone who was acting all too cocky minutes ago.” 

another shift, sophia’s head tilted back. 

“hm?” you teased, the rolling only quickening. 

sophia shook her head, “i asked, i’m just appreciating it. i want you to use me.” 

your lips curved upwards, finger pulling at her lower lip, “you don't have to stay so quiet baby,” 

sophia's breath caught, “you're right, move your fucking hips for me.” 

you laughed at her words, hips moving forward, soft sounds spilling from even softer lips. 

sophia didn’t avert her gaze, eyes stuck on the way your head tilted and the tank strap tipped off your shoulder. 

obscene sounds filled the room, your hips bucked faster, chasing what you'd been dying for. 

“please,” you whispered, begging for what she knew you wanted. 

what you both wanted. 

sophia kissed behind your ear, “aww look who needs it now” she teased, moving your hips with more intensity. you couldn’t take it anymore, your breath quickening every other second. 

though sophia couldn't be cruel, she didn’t even have it in her to try. “go ahead,” 

her words made your legs shiver, a leaking mess left on her thigh and a satisfied gasp escaping your lips. 

“i need to show you again sometime,” you added, panting to regain your composure. 

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

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

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

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

i rest my case.

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

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

i called her cute and in love with me.

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

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

so finally, AITA?

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

i disagree.

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daniel_456 • 16h

u the asshole for making us read this.

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unt1ldawn • 15h

i think you just wanted to brag🤨

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user0209_ • 15h

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

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↳ lararaj OP • 15h

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

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/meganskiendiel • 19h • reddit

AITA for refusing to move?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so i stayed put.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that made her even more annoyed.

AITA?

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gnarly32 • 19h

you’re on the wrong subreddit??😐

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reddit_user7 • 18h

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

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

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

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↳ reddit_user7 • 18h

did you have a good nap though?

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

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

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/sophialaforteza • 21h • reddit

AITA for embarrassing my girlfriend in public?

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

it’s annoying.

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

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

and then i saw an angel (my girlfriend).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i still don’t understand what i did wrong…

she told me i do this every time.

i told her to give me examples.

she listed only 6.

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

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

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

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

so, AITA?

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2online • 21h

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

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

okay but she actually smiled when she saw me

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↳ 2online • 21h

because she’s your girlfriend.

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

yeah she is :))

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luv4cats • 16h

did the journal factory explode?

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/danielaavanzini • 14h • reddit

AITA for not helping my girlfriend?

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

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

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

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

i asked if she was sure and she said yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“why is this bag ripping?”

“where are my keys?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

AITA for listening to her and respecting her wishes??

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

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user5566 • 14h

NTA, your girlfriend sounds exhausting.

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 14h

she is (lovingly)

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soph778 • 13h

so where were her keys

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 13h

in her pocket.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/manonbannerman • 18h • reddit

AITA for laughing at my girlfriend mid-argument?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i swear i was listening.

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

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

my girlfriend fell (haha) completely silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tommy365 • 18h

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

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 18h

MODS BAN THIS GUY

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user298 • 17h

she should plant banana peels everywhere to make YOU fall

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iheartreddit • 16h

you’re the asshole

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 16h

understandable have a nice day

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u/jeungyoonchae • 10h • reddit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she says she literally told me.

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

AITA?

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3reddit3 • 10h

read the room

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↳ jeungyoonchae OP • 10h

i did? it was the living room

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xxx_re7 • 8h

…🫩

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gg_reddit9 • 7h

YTA + ur not real

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—

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not staying there.”

You cross your arms tight across your chest, staring at your parents like they’ve lost their goddamn minds.

The three of you are standing in the middle of your tiny apartment kitchen, the one with the leaky faucet and the rent that’s two weeks late again. Your mom’s holding a thick yellow envelope with your grandparents’ names on it. Your dad just looks tired.

“Sweetheart, it’s not like we’re asking you to move to Antarctica,” your mom says, trying to sound reasonable. “The manor’s been in the family for generations. Your grandparents left it specifically to you.”

“Yeah, because they were creepy as hell,” you mutter under your breath.

Big mistake.

Your mom’s eyes go wide. “How dare you.”

Your dad sighs like he’s aged ten years in the last thirty seconds. “Watch your mouth. They raised me in that house. Show some respect.”

“Respect?” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Grandpa used to talk to the walls at night. Grandma collected dead butterflies and told me they were ‘watching me sleep.’ I had nightmares for weeks every time we visited. That place is straight out of a horror movie.”

Your mom slams the envelope on the counter. “They’re dead, Y/n. Gone. And they left everything to you. The house, the land, all of it. Do you know how lucky you are?”

“Lucky?” Your voice cracks as you gesture wildly around your sad little apartment. “I’m broke, Mom. I know that. You don’t have to rub it in my face every five minutes. But I’d rather sleep in my car than live in that creepy ass mansion in the middle of nowhere.”

Your dad pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re not helping you with rent anymore. We told you that. You’re twenty-three. It’s time to figure it out.”

“So your solution is to ship me off to a haunted house? Real supportive parenting, guys.”

“It’s not haunted,” your mom snaps. “It’s just old. It needs some cleaning, some love. You’ll be fine.”

You stare at them, heart pounding. Part of you wants to scream. Part of you wants to cry. But the worst part? They’re right.

You are broke.

Your job barely covers food, let alone rent, and your savings account is laughing at you. Moving back in with them isn’t an option — they made that crystal clear last month.

So here you are. Cornered.

“I hate you both right now,” you say quietly, voice shaking.

Your mom softens just a little, reaching out to touch your arm. You pull away. “You’ll thank us later. The manor’s paid off. No mortgage. You can finally breathe.”

“Yeah. Breathe in eighty years of dust and dead people vibes,” you mutter.

Your dad hands you the keys. They’re heavy and cold in your palm, old-fashioned iron ones that look like they belong in a museum. “The movers already took your stuff this morning. You just need to drive up there.”

“Today?” Your eyes widen. “You’re kicking me out today?”

“We’re not kicking you out,” your mom says, but she won’t meet your eyes. “We’re giving you an opportunity.”

You snatch the envelope and keys, shoving them into your backpack with more force than necessary. “Whatever. I hope the place is actually haunted and the ghosts eat me. At least then you’ll feel bad.”

Your mom looks genuinely hurt..

The drive is long and quiet. Hours of winding roads that get narrower and narrower until the trees start crowding in like they’re trying to swallow your car.

By the time you pull up the long gravel driveway, the sun is already setting, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges.

The manor looms.

It’s bigger than you remembered. Three stories of dark wood and stone, ivy crawling up the walls like veins.

Some of the windows are cracked. The front porch sags a little. The air feels… heavier here.

You kill the engine and just sit there, gripping the steering wheel.

“This is insane,” you whisper to yourself. “Completely insane.”

You force yourself out of the car anyway. The gravel crunches under your shoes as you drag your suitcase toward the front door. The key sticks at first, like the house itself doesn’t want you inside. When it finally turns, the door creaks open with a sound straight out of every horror movie ever made.

Inside it smells like old wood, dust, and something faintly sweet. Like flowers that died years ago.

You flick on the lights. A few bulbs buzz and flicker before staying on. The foyer is massive, with a chandelier hanging way too low and a grand staircase that curves up into darkness.

“Home sweet home,” you mutter, kicking the door shut behind you.

The sound echoes.

You spend the next hour dragging your stuff inside and wandering room to room, flipping on every light you can find. The kitchen is ancient but huge. The living room has furniture covered in white sheets like ghosts. Upstairs there are way too many bedrooms, all of them cold and untouched.

By the time you collapse onto the dusty master bed (the one your grandparents used to sleep in), you’re exhausted. Mentally. Physically.

And spiritually.

You stare at the ceiling, the old wooden beams staring back.

“Ugh, I hate this,” you say out loud, just to hear a voice in the silence. “If any ghosts are listening… do me a favor and stay away.”

A floorboard creaks somewhere down the hall.

You freeze.

Probably just the house settling. Old houses do that.

Right?

You finally drifted off somewhere, too drained to even change out of your clothes.

Slow, heavy footsteps dragged across the dusty wooden floor, getting closer to the master bedroom. The door that you swore you closed was already halfway open.

Sophia stood in the doorway.

Tall and imposing, her skin carried a deep red undertone with small dark horns curling from her forehead. Her eyes glowed faintly, one completely black, the other a burning ember.

A long, thin tail swayed lazily behind her, the tip occasionally tapping against the floor. She wore an old, tattered black dress that clung to her frame, the fabric looking singed at the edges.

She stopped at the edge of the bed and just… stared at you for a long time. Head tilted. Breathing slow and low.

She leaned down, close enough that her warm breath brushed your neck. Her nose hovered near your collarbone, then your hair, taking you in carefully. Curious.

Her fingers — warmer than they should be — hovered over your arm but didn’t quite touch.

After a minute she straightened up again, satisfied, and turned to leave the room.

She didn’t get far.

Right outside the bedroom door stood a tall figure completely covered in a white sheet, two big black holes cut out for eyes.

Sophia startled, one hand jerking up. “Yoonchae… you scared me.”

The sheet ghost tilted her head, then two small hands reached up and lifted the bottom of the blanket just enough to reveal Yoonchae’s face — soft curious eyes, and messy dark hair sticking out everywhere.

“Sorry…” Yoonchae whispered, voice quiet and a little shy. “Who was that…?”

Sophia’s expression softened immediately, the faint glow in her eyes dimming. “Our new guest. She’s sleeping.“

Yoonchae peeked around Sophia’s side, trying to get another look into the bedroom without getting too close. Her eyes were wide with quiet wonder. “She looks tired.”

Sophia nodded slowly, glancing back toward you.

Yoonchae pulled the sheet a little higher around herself, almost hiding again. “Do you think she’ll be nice…?”

“I hope so,” Sophia murmured gently. She reached out and lightly adjusted the sheet on Yoonchae’s head, making sure it stayed in place. “We’ll watch over her for now. Let her rest. And don’t bother her yet. Lara will probably want to call dibs on the first prank anyway.”

Yoonchae gave a small nod, still looking toward the bed with quiet interest. She stayed half-hidden behind Sophia, the edge of the white sheet dragging softly along the floor as they both stood there for a little longer, watching you sleep.

You stirred slightly in the bed, mumbling something about the stupid manor before turning over and pulling the blanket higher.

The two of them stayed quiet, not wanting to wake you.

A few hours later, you jolted awake at exactly 3:07 AM, heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted out.

The nightmare was already fading — something about shadows crawling up the walls and cold hands grabbing your ankles — but the fear stayed stuck in your chest.

“Fuck this place,” you muttered, rubbing your face. Your voice sounded too loud in the dead silence.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket, the screen lighting up and hurting your eyes. The battery was still decent.

You opened the browser, typed in the usual site with shaky fingers, and scrolled until you found something that looked decent. A girl getting railed hard, loud moans filling your headphones as you shoved one earbud in.

Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts. You were already half-hard from the dream adrenaline and the video. Fingers wrapped around your cock, stroking slowly at first, breath getting heavier as you tried to lose yourself in it.

Thud.

Something heavy fell somewhere down the hall.

You froze, hand still down your pants. The moan in your ear suddenly felt stupid. You yanked the earbud out and sat up, listening.

Nothing.

“Probably just the house settling,” you whispered. But your pulse was racing again. You waited another minute, then shook your head. “Wait… I’m not a pussy. This is my house now.”

You pulled your hand out, fixed your shorts, and stood up. Shirt rumpled, barefoot, you crept out of the bedroom and headed downstairs, phone flashlight on.

Every creak of the stairs made you wince. The living room looked the same — sheets over furniture, dust floating in the beam of light. You swept the flashlight around.

Nothing moved. No broken shit on the floor.

“See? Nothing,” you said, trying to sound brave. “Just old wood doing old wood things.”

Then you felt it.

A presence right behind you.

Before you could turn, a loud crash exploded to your left — a glass vase or ornament smashing against the wall, shards scattering across the floor.

You whipped around. “What the actual fuck?!”

No one there.

Panic hit hard. You bolted, feet pounding on the dusty floor. Your foot caught on the edge of a rug and you went down hard, slamming into the ground with a grunt. Pain shot through your elbow and knee.

When you pushed yourself up, groaning, there she was.

Floating a few feet away was a girl in a long black nightgown, dark skin almost. Her dark hair floated slightly like she was underwater. Big, playful eyes looked down at you with fake sympathy.

“Aw, poor you…” Lara said softly, tilting her head. Her voice was light and teasing, like she was holding back a giggle.

Your brain short-circuited. You stared at her, mouth open, trying to process the floating girl in your grandparents’ manor at 3 AM. Then everything went black.

You passed out cold on the floor.

Lara drifted closer, lowering herself until her bare feet hovered just above the ground. She crouched down beside you, curious.

Your shirt had ridden up during the fall, exposing a strip of toned stomach and the waistband of your shorts. She blinked slowly, taking in the way your body looked — surprisingly fit under the baggy clothes you’d worn for the move.

Her fingers hovered over your stomach, not quite touching, feeling the warmth radiating off your skin. A small, interested smile tugged at her lips.

For a second you thought the whole thing was still part of the nightmare — until you tried to sit up and a sharp pain shot through your elbow.

Yeah. Real.

Your heart was still racing like crazy. The flashlight from your phone had rolled a few feet away, casting weird long shadows across the room.

You blinked hard, trying to shake off the dizziness, and that’s when you saw her again.

She wasn’t floating anymore.

Lara had shifted. The ghostly glow was gone. Now she looked… Human. And stupidly, unfairly gorgeous.

Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, a few strands framing her face. Warm brown skin that looked smooth under the moonlight, full lips, and big expressive eyes that watched you with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

She wore a simple black slip dress that hugged her body in a way that made it hard to look away — even though every instinct in you was screaming to run.

You scrambled backward on the floor until your back hit the wall, breathing fast. “What the fuck… who are you? What are you?”

Lara tilted her head, that playful little smile still on her lips. She stayed crouched for a moment longer before slowly standing up, moving with this light, graceful energy that didn’t quite match the heavy old house around her.

“You fell pretty hard,” she said softly, voice gentle but clearly entertained. “I didn’t mean for you to knock yourself out like that.”

Your brain was struggling to keep up. She looked real. She sounded real. But people didn’t just float. And normal girls didn’t appear in abandoned manors at 3 AM wearing nothing but a thin black dress.

You pushed yourself up a little more, wincing. Your shirt was still halfway ridden up from the fall, exposing your stomach, and your shorts… fuck.

You were still half-hard from earlier, the adrenaline and leftover arousal mixing together in the worst possible way. The bulge in your shorts was obvious if anyone was actually looking.

And she was looking.

Lara’s eyes flicked down for a second, lingering. Her eyebrows raised just a tiny bit, a spark of interest flashing across her face before she met your eyes again. She didn’t say anything about it, but the small smirk that tugged at her lips told you she definitely noticed.

You didn’t even register it yourself — too busy being terrified, blood pounding in your ears. All you could think was ghost, demon, monster, run.

“I—I’m losing my mind,” you muttered, pressing a hand to your forehead. “This isn’t happening. You’re not real. I’m going back to sleep and when I wake up—”

“You’re not crazy,” Lara cut in, stepping a little closer. She moved carefully, like she was approaching a scared animal. “And I’m very real. Well… real enough now.”

She glanced down at her own hands, turning them over like she was still getting used to the solid form. “It’s been a long time since we had someone living here who could actually see us. And touch us.”

Us.

The word made your stomach drop.

You tried to stand but your legs felt shaky. Lara watched you the whole time, that gorgeous face calm but clearly amused by how freaked out you were. Up close she was even prettier — sharp jawline, long lashes, the way her hair contrasted against the black dress.

She looked like she could’ve stepped out of a magazine if it wasn’t for the faint, unnatural shimmer around her edges when she moved.

“You threw that glass,” you said accusingly, voice hoarse. “I heard it. I saw it.”

Lara shrugged lightly, biting back a grin. “I got excited. Sorry. I’ve been waiting for someone fun to show up.” Her eyes drifted down again for half a second, taking in the way your body looked — the exposed skin, the obvious shape in your shorts — before flicking back up. “You’re… warmer than I expected. And stronger looking under all those baggy clothes.”

You tugged your shirt down quickly, face burning. “Stay back. I don’t know what you are but—”

Before you could finish, another set of footsteps echoed from upstairs.

Lara glanced toward the staircase and sighed, almost like she was annoyed at the interruption. “Sophia’s coming. She’s gonna be mad I scared you first. I think.” She looked back at you, eyes sparkling. “Don’t pass out again, okay? We’ve been lonely.”

You pressed harder against the wall, heart hammering, trying to process the fact that this beautiful girl in front of you had just thrown a vase with her mind and was now casually talking about “we” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Lara’s smile softened a little, like she was trying to be friendly. “Y’know what? Let’s just chat. I promise I won’t throw anything else. You look like you have questions and—”

Nope.

You didn’t wait for the rest of the sentence. Pure panic took over. You bolted, feet slipping on the dusty floor as you sprinted toward the nearest hallway.

“Hey!” Lara called after you, voice losing its playful tone. “Don’t run!”

You didn’t listen. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. You rounded the corner, breathing ragged, and spotted the first door you could find. You shoved it open, practically falling inside what looked like an old study or library — tall shelves, covered furniture, one big window letting in moonlight.

You slammed the door shut and dragged a heavy wooden chair over, jamming it under the handle with shaking hands. Your back pressed against the door as you tried to catch your breath.

“Okay… okay, calm down,” you whispered to yourself. “This isn’t real. None of this is—”

A soft shimmer appeared right in front of you.

Lara stepped straight through the wall like it was nothing, that white slip dress flowing around her body. Her expression had changed — no more cute playful smile. Now she looked irritated, brows furrowed, full lips pressed into a thin line.

You stumbled backward. “What the hell—?!”

Before you could get another word out, Lara moved fast. She grabbed both of your wrists and slammed them against the wall above your head with surprising strength. The impact made you gasp. She had you pinned — her body pressing close enough that you could feel the cool-but-not-cold energy radiating off her.

“Stop. Running.” Her voice was low, annoyed, a little breathy. Those big dark eyes stared right into yours, inches away. “I’ve been stuck in this house for decades and the first living person who shows up decides to sprint away like I’m going to eat them? Rude.”

You were breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast. Your wrists ached a little where her hands held them firmly against the wall. She was taller than you expected in this form, and way stronger.

Her warm brown skin looked flawless up close, long dark hair falling over one shoulder. She really was stupidly gorgeous — the kind of pretty that made your brain short-circuit even while you were terrified.

Lara’s gaze dropped again, lingering lower. Your shorts were still tented, the outline of your half-hard cock even more obvious now that you were pinned and breathing heavily. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately.

“You’re scared…” she murmured, voice dropping an octave, “but your body isn’t.”

She leaned in closer. Her nose brushed along your jaw, then she dragged her tongue slowly up the side of your neck — hot, wet, and teasing. A shiver shot straight down your spine. Your cock twitched hard in your shorts, now fully hard and pressing uncomfortably against the fabric.

“Fuck—” you hissed, trying to pull your arms free, but she held you there easily.

Lara hummed against your skin, licking another slow stripe up your neck before gently sucking on the spot right under your ear. Her body pressed flush against yours now, soft breasts brushing your chest through that thin dress.

One of her thighs slid between your legs, pressing lightly against your bulge and making you groan despite yourself.

“You’re warm,” she whispered, lips brushing your skin with every word. “So warm… and hard already. Even though you’re shaking.” She rolled her hips once, grinding against your thigh while keeping your arms pinned. “I like that.”

Your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud. Part of you still wanted to scream and run, but the feeling of her tongue on your neck, her body against yours, and the way she was looking at you — like she wanted to devour every inch — was making it really fucking hard to think straight.

Lara pulled back just enough to look at your face again. Her cheeks were slightly flushed now, eyes darker. She looked less irritated and more hungry.

“Tell me your name,” she said, voice husky. She rolled her thigh against your cock again, firmer this time, drawing a shaky breath out of you. “Or I can keep guessing while I taste more of you…”

Her tongue flicked out again, tracing your collarbone this time, dipping lower toward the neckline of your shirt. She was taking her time, savoring the way your body reacted even when your mouth was still trying to protest.

You were trapped between fear and heat, cock throbbing against her thigh, wrists still pinned above your head by this gorgeous ghost girl who definitely wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she murmured, voice low and husky. “Not until I get a better taste.”

She leaned in again, not a kiss but her hot tongue dragging slowly up the side of your neck. A long, deliberate lick that made your whole body tense. Your cock throbbed painfully hard in your shorts, the bulge pressed against her thigh as she kept you trapped there.

With her free hand, Lara tugged at the collar of your shirt, yanking it aside and tucking the fabric over your shoulder so more of your neck and collarbone were exposed.

She hummed in approval, then gave you another long, wet lick from the base of your neck all the way up to just below your ear, savoring the way you shivered.

“Mm… salty,” she whispered against your skin before latching on, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. She did it again, then again, marking a trail down your neck.

Your breathing was ragged, hips twitching involuntarily into her leg.

Lara pulled back slightly, eyes scanning lower. Without warning she used her free hand to tug down the thin strap of her own black dress, letting it slip off one shoulder.

Her full brown breast spilled out, nipple already hard in the cool air of the room. The sight made your mouth go dry.

She smirked at your reaction.

“Look at you… staring even while you’re scared.” She grabbed the back of your head with her free hand and pushed your face forward, pressing your mouth right against her bare breast. “Suck.”

You hesitated for half a second, but the way she rolled her hips against you again made you give in. Your lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder when she let out a soft pleased sound. Your tongue swirled around it as she held you there, guiding your head.

“Good…” Lara breathed, her head tilting back a little. She kept your wrists pinned with one hand while the other stayed tangled in your hair, encouraging you to keep suckling. “Keep going. Use your tongue more.”

While you worked on her breast, she returned to your neck — licking long stripes across your skin, sucking more hickeys into the freshly exposed areas. Every time her tongue dragged over you, your cock jumped against her thigh, leaking a little into your shorts.

Lara shifted, pressing her bare breast firmer against your mouth, smothering you slightly as she ground down harder on your bulge. The friction was driving you crazy. You moaned into her skin, the sound muffled.

She laughed softly, low and breathy. “You’re so hard...” Her hand finally left your wrists, but only so she could slide it down your body, palm dragging over your chest and stomach before cupping your bulge through your shorts.

She squeezed once, firm, making you groan louder around her nipple.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she muttered, almost to herself. Her fingers traced the outline of your cock teasingly before squeezing again. “I want to feel it properly soon…”

She tugged her dress lower on the other side too, letting her second breast spill free. Then she pulled your head over to the other one, pushing your face in. “Don’t stop. Suckle.”

Your hands were finally free, but you didn’t try to run this time. Instead they landed on her waist, gripping the black fabric of her dress as you obeyed, sucking and licking at her other nipple while she continued marking up your neck and shoulder with her tongue and teeth.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth on her breasts and both of your heavy breathing. Lara’s hips kept rolling against you, grinding on your thigh while her hand stroked your cock over your shorts, slow and teasing.

She was clearly enjoying how overwhelmed you were — flushed, marked up, desperately sucking on her tits while your cock strained for more attention.

Lara leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “You’re not scared anymore, are you? Not really… You like this.”

Her hand squeezed your cock again, thumb rubbing over the head through the fabric, spreading the wetness that had soaked through.

Her hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding you, while her other hand kept slowly palming your cock through your shorts. The fabric was already damp from how much you were leaking.

After a minute she gently pulled your head back, her breast slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. Her eyes were darker now, breathing a little heavier.

She looked at you for a second — flushed face, hickeys already blooming on your neck, obvious bulge straining in your shorts.

Without saying anything, she slowly sank down to her knees in front of you, the black slip dress shifting around her thighs. Her hands slid up your legs, then hooked into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down just enough to free your cock.

It sprang out, heavy and fully hard, the tip glistening. Lara’s eyes widened slightly, a small genuine smile tugging at her lips as she wrapped her fingers around the base.

“Wow…” she murmured, almost under her breath. “You really are big.”

She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from the base all the way up to the tip in one long, wet stripe. Then she did it again, slower this time, tasting you properly. Your hips jerked forward on instinct and she pressed one hand against your stomach to keep you still against the wall.

Lara glanced up at you through her lashes. “Relax… I’ve got you.”

She circled her tongue around the head, licking away the precum before wrapping her lips around just the tip and sucking gently.

The wet heat of her mouth made your knees feel weak. She took her time, bobbing her head little by little, taking more of you with each slow movement while her tongue pressed flat against the underside.

One of her hands stroked what she couldn’t fit yet, twisting lightly at the base. The other hand rested on your thigh, squeezing every time she sucked a little harder.

You groaned, head falling back against the wall with a dull thud. Your hand instinctively moved to her hair, not pushing, just holding on. Lara made a soft approving sound around your cock and took you deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she worked you.

She pulled off for a second, breathing warm air over your wet length as she stroked you steadily with her hand. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly, almost teasing. “Still scared? Or just really sensitive?”

Before you could answer she dipped back down, taking you into her mouth again, deeper this time. The wet, filthy sounds of her sucking filled the quiet old study. She hummed around you, the vibration shooting straight through your cock and making your thighs tense.

Lara’s head moved faster now, smooth and confident, her dark hair swaying with the motion. Every so often she’d pull back to lick long stripes along the sides or swirl her tongue around the head before sliding back down.

She was clearly enjoying herself — the way she kept looking up at your face, watching every reaction you gave her.

Your breathing was getting messier, hips twitching whenever she sucked particularly hard. Lara noticed and pressed you firmer against the wall with her free hand, keeping control. She took you even deeper, until you could feel the back of her throat, then swallowed around you.

“Fuck—” you choked out, fingers tightening in her hair.

She pulled back with a wet gasp, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. Her hand kept stroking you, fast and slick.

“You taste good,” she whispered, voice a little rough. She licked her lips and went right back to it, sucking you with renewed focus, hollowing her cheeks and working her tongue along every sensitive spot she could find.

The pleasure was building fast. Between the fear from earlier, the adrenaline, and how insanely good her mouth felt, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Lara seemed to sense it too.

She moaned softly around your cock, the vibration making your toes curl, and doubled her efforts — head bobbing quicker, hand stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth.

She pulled off just long enough to murmur against your slick tip, “Go ahead… I want it.”

Then she sank back down, taking you as deep as she could, eyes locked on yours as she waited for you to fall apart.

You came hard with a broken groan, hips jerking against her face as thick spurts filled her mouth. Lara didn’t pull away. She swallowed around you, taking everything you gave her with soft, wet sounds, her throat working as she milked you through every pulse.

Even after you finished she didn’t stop right away — she kept sucking gently, tongue swirling to clean every inch, licking up the mess that had dripped down your shaft. When she finally pulled off, she gave one last long, slow lick from base to tip, making sure she got it all.

A small satisfied hum left her as she wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and licked that clean too.

You slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, legs shaky as hell. Your head was spinning — fear, pleasure, confusion all crashing together. You tried to catch your breath, eyes half-lidded, barely able to focus.

Lara stood up slowly, graceful as ever, her black slip dress still hanging off one shoulder, breasts exposed. She looked at you with a soft little smile, brushing her hair back like nothing crazy had just happened.

For a second everything felt almost… calm.

Then her face changed.

Her eyes went completely black — no whites, just endless dark voids. Her smile stretched too wide, unnatural, showing teeth that looked sharper than before.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Her head tilted at a wrong angle, hair floating slightly like she was underwater again. The beautiful girl from moments ago was gone.

This was something else.

Something so fucking terrifying.

You froze, heart slamming against your ribs.

“What the—”

Your words died in your throat. Pure primal fear hit you like a truck. Your vision blurred at the edges, knees buckling.

You passed out cold for the second time that night, sliding down the wall until you hit the floor in a pathetic heap.

Lara’s scary expression dropped immediately. Her eyes returned to normal, the sharp teeth disappeared, and she blinked a couple times like she just realized what she’d done.

“Woopsie daisy…” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.

Then she started giggling. Quiet at first, then a little louder, the sound light and genuinely amused as she looked down at your unconscious body slumped on the dusty floor, shorts still pulled down, neck covered in her hickeys.

She crouched beside you again, tilting her head curiously. Her fingers hovered over your cheek for a second before she gently poked it.

“You’re really dramatic,” she muttered fondly, still giggling under her breath. “It’s cute though.”

Lara stayed there for a moment, watching you breathe, the playful ghost energy back in full force now that the scare was over. She fixed the strap of her black dress, covering herself again, and glanced toward the door like she was wondering if the noise had woken anyone else up.