Should I Write Poly Pazzi? Like I’ve Seen People Asking For It And I’m So Down To Write A Lil Throuple

Should I write poly pazzi? Like I’ve seen people asking for it and I’m so down to write a lil throuple if people want it so let me know

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Azzi Fudd x fem smut

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Can You Do A Azzi Smut Where The Reader Tries To Break Up With Azzi Because She Assumes She's Not Good

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Today Azzi and her team were having a media day so you were home at your shared apartment by yourself. Dating a division one athlete that has a lot of eyes watching her was hard especially with the media. People knew you were both dating and most of her fans loved it and supported you guys but there was always some people who would continually hate on your relationship.

You sit on your bed scrolling through comments on one of Azzi’s few posts of you too. She did not like being on the media that much and you understand why it was exhausting.

You read through the comments tears pooling in your eyes, people didn’t understand why an athlete like her would date you. You were a student as UConn as well on the dance team but you weren’t known by the media when you both got together.

You don’t know how much time has gone by until you hear keys and hear your girlfriend call out your name “Y/n baby I’m back” Azzi says looking around the apartment for you.

You gasp and wipe your face before walking up to the taller girl hugging her. She squeezes you “Missed you so much” she says pulling away and looking down at you before furrowing her brows.

“You okay? What’s wrong?” Azzi asks you confused on why you looked so sad and defeated. You sigh and turn around not knowing what to say, you didn’t think you were good enough for her anymore. Turning around to look at Azzi you let out a breath “I don’t think we should be together” you say your voice shaking slightly as your body fills with nerves.

Azzi freezes not knowing where this was all coming from, she thought things were going great between you both. She didn’t know what you trying to do right now “W-what? Why? What are you talking about?” she asks you confused. She takes a step towards you before you walk back shaking your head no.

“You’re going to be great Azzi, and you deserve so much better than me” you tell her your voice cracked at the last word. Azzi opens her mouth to speak before you interrupt her “Before you say anything listen to me, you- you need better than me. I’m not good enough for you and people know that and I can’t-“ you stop yourself noticing tears coming down your face. Azzi walks up to you and brings her thumb rubbing your tears away “Your good enough for me baby you always have been what is this all about?” She asks looking down at you caressing your cheek.

You step closer to her just wanting comfort from the girl you love but not being able to let her comfort you. You show her some of the comments on social media that people have been saying of you “See? They believe it too, maybe I’m not good enough” you tell her looking up at her too see her reaction.

Azzi rolls her eye and throws your phone down onto the couch “Who cares what they say they don’t know you. I love you so much and your all I want and need your good enough for me don’t ever believe otherwise baby” she tells you holding your cheeks in her hand making you look up at her. She kisses you and moves her hands down to pull your waist closer to you, your arms slide there way around her neck.

You pull away out of breath breathing heavily, the air in the room suddenly seems to be thick. The taller girl pushes you down onto the couch and gets on her knees looking up at you.

Her hands grab at your thighs “Let me show you how much in love you baby” she says her fingers moving to hold the top of your shorts. You nod and she pulls them down before throwing them across the room not caring where they went. Looking down at Azzi you see her move down kissing your calves leaving wet kisses going up until she reaches your inner thigh. One of her hands move down to your hip holding you in place as she kisses your pussy over your panties.

You whine “Please Azzi I need you” you gasp when she pulls your panties off and blows on your clit softly. She nods and looks up at you with mocking doe eyes “You need me huh baby I’ll make you feel good” she tells you licking up your folds.

You moan out and she moves one of your legs above her shoulder as she flicks her tongue up and down your clit. Her hand moves down prodding at your hole with her middle finger. You moan “Come on Azzi” you look down at her making eye contact when she slides two of her fingers in your hole slowly. Your mouth opens and your hips roll against her hand, one of your hands move up and behind you holding onto the back of the couch.

“You feel good baby? You like that?” She asks you looking up at your flattening her tongue against your clit. You nod and grab her hair pulling her impossibly closer to you.

Azzi would never get on her knees for anyone and you knew that, but she did for you. She would do anything to please you that’s how much you meant to her and she wanted you to know that.

She moves her head away from you and looks up at your moving her fingers faster inside you. You moan you foot pushes on her back from where it lays on her shoulder “I’m gonna- gon cum please” you ask.

Azzi shakes her head no “Not yet baby hold it for me” she says softly. You moan again leaning your head back against the couch. Your phone dings and you look at it going to grab it before Azzi takes it and shuts it off putting it in her back pocket.

“I love you so much you’re the only person I need your good enough” she tells you slowing down her fingers. You whine “Yeah Azzi please faster” you moan out looking down at the girl in between your legs.

Azzi shifts on her knees shaking her head no at you “Say it say yo ur good enough for me and I’ll let you come” she demands stilling her fingers inside you.

You look up at the ceiling your body sweaty and sticking to the couch “I-I’m good enough for you Azzi I love you” you tell her your voice cracking slightly. She smiles and moves her head down to kiss your thighs again sucking and biting at them while she moves her fingers in and out of you faster than before.

You moan and she moves her head back down to your clit. She bites your clit and sucks on it while your hand moves to grip her head to stabilize yourself. You feel the knot building up in your stomach and Azzi can tell your about to come the way your squeezing around her.

“M gonna come please Azzi” you moan out as she moves her head away for a second to look up at you “Come for me baby” she says as your foot pushing down on her back your back arching off the couch as she curls her fingers inside of you. You make eye contact with her while you come all over her fingers.

She pulls them out of you slowly before sticking her two fingers in her mouth making eye contact with you as she sucks your juices off of them. She pulls them out of her mouth and kisses your thigh once more before moving off of her knees and standing up to her full height looking down at you. She grabs your cheeks and kisses you slowly her tongue pushing inside your mouth so she can make you taste yourself.

Azzi pulls away a string of salvia connecting you, she walks into the kitchen grabbing some water and a towel with warm water. She cleans you up and takes her shirt off of her before helping you change into it. She lays down on the couch pulling you on top of her, you head lays on her shoulder “I love you so much you know that right” she asks you her voice filled with concern. You nod at her “Yeah I know I love you too princess” you say kissing her cheek.

A sense of relief floods your body as you feel Azzi wrap her arms around your body “Your everything to me” she whispers one of her hands coming to play with your hair. You nod “Yeah and you’re all mine” you smile as she nods “All yours baby” she laughs.

You look at her moving your head up “What’s so funny?” you ask raising your brows at the girl confused. She laughs more “My back is going to have a bruise from how hard you were pushing. Don’t know how I’m gonna explain that to people” she says laughing. Your eyes widen and your groan “I’m sorry I didn’t notice what I was doing” you frown laying your chin on her chest as you look up at her.

Her mouth falls into a smile “No I liked it don’t worry” she smirks at you. Now it’s your turn to smile “Oh yeah how much” you bite your lip looking at her through your lashes.

Azzi pushes herself up and props herself on her elbows “Want me to show you how good it felt” she asks squinting her eyes at you.

You shrug and she sits up and holds your face in her hands “How about you get on your knees for me now baby” she licks her lips looking at you. You nod and moves your body to sit on the floor in between her legs on your knees about to show the girl how much you like her now.

This might be my favorite thing I’ve ever written repost for me please 🙏 and send more requests

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cosmopretty

6 months ago

Intertwined

synopsis: You accidentally walk in on two of your best friends, who are in a relationship fucking. But what happens when they want you to join them?

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Tonight you were coming over to Paige and Azzi’s apartment to watch some movies with them, since they invited you earlier. The three of you were very close with one another, especially since Paige and Azzi were dating. Over time you grew to have feelings for both of the girls, but you never acted on them since you didn’t want to hurt their relationship or ruin your friendship.

Knocking on the door to their apartment no one answers so you open it and walk in. They usually let you just walk into their place, Azzi even gave you keys but you didn’t use them much. Looking around the place you don’t spot either of the girls so you go to their room and without thinking you open the door.

There they were Paige on top of Azzi kissing her as her fingers were buried deep inside the girl, most of their clothes off. You freeze unmoving as you watch them in shock, you don’t know whether you were turned on or disgusted in yourself for watching them. Turning around you go to close the door before you hear Paige behind you.

“Where you going baby? Thought you wanted to watch” The blonde says moving off of Azzi, sticking her two fingers in her mouth sucking the girls juices off of them.

You turn around in shock “Uhm- sorry I didn’t- sorry” you stutter looking at the two of them your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

Azzi groans “You didn’t let me finish” she says towards Paige who took her fingers out of the girl before she could cum.

The blonde shrugs“Don’t blame me, we were interrupted” she says before looking back at you in the door.

You fiddle with your hands “I’ll-uh I’ll go so-sorry” you stutter turning around to leave before Paige gets up coming up behind you. Her arms wrap around your waist picking you up, she throws you down next to Azzi on the bed.

“No baby you don’t get to leave you gotta finish Azzi off, she deserves that after you interrupted us” Paige says her hand rubbing your thigh.

Looking back and forth between the two in shock you furrow your brows “Wait what?” you ask confused.

Azzi laughs “Poor baby can’t even understand” she mocks you pouting. Paige smirks and moves her hand up your thigh to the hem of your shorts, she loops her fingers in them.

“I need you to say you want this because we won’t do anything unless you want it” Paige tells you sincerely, Azzi’s hand comes and rubs your back waiting for your response.

Since you met the two of them you wanted them, you never thought in a million years that they would want you back. You nod your head swallowing “Yes I want this but I don’t think I could take it if it’s only a one night stand” you admit.

The blonde scoffs “Come on you can’t tell me you didn’t know we had feelings for you” she mumbles to you.

Shrugging your shoulders you bite back a smile “I mean I liked you both but I thought was delusional” you mumble back before Azzi pushes you down on your back and kisses you.

Her lips mesh with yours as she takes control of the kiss, her hand holding your neck lightly to keep you in place.

Pulling away from the kiss she smiles “Now you gonna make me cum or not baby?” she asks.

You nod your head enthusiastically as Paige starts to strip you of your clothes “Let’s get this off” she mumbles. Once your clothes are gone and you left in just a pair of black lacey panties in front of the two “Fuck you’re so beautiful” Paige tells you kissing your shoulder as she sits behind you.

You blush staring down at Azzi as Paige moves your body like a doll to lay down in front of her girlfriend. Moving your head closer to Azzi you turn your head to look at Paige but before you can her hand grasps the back of your head and shoves you down into Azzi.

Paige’s hand controls your movements as you lick and suck at Azzi’s clit. The girl moans her abs flexing as waves a pleasure wash over her. Her thighs wrap around your head as you push your tongue inside of her. Her legs start to shake, since she was denied her orgasm by Paige she was about to cum faster than before.

Azzi moans “Fuck-fuck baby” she gasps feeling her stomach tighten, you go back to sucking on her clit, moving back and forth between her clit and her hole. Paige watches as her girlfriend crumples “I’m gonna cum” Azzi moans out before letting go, coating your face in her cum.

Finally letting go of your head Paige smirks kissing Azzi as you sit up wiping your mouth. Paige turns around and kisses you two, her hand coming to the back of your head once more pulling you into her.

She’s pushes you down on your back and climbs on top of you, she pulls away from the kiss and breathes heavily on top of you. Azzi’s hand comes to rubs down your chest “You did so good for me baby, think you deserve a reward huh” Azzi tells you finger ghosting over your nipple causing it to harder under her touch.

Paige slowly pulls your panties down throwing them somewhere in their room. Both her strong hands push open your thighs “Hmm you want me to touch you princess?” Paige asks you moving up your body to kiss you once more, her hands still on your thighs.

“Please Paige please” You beg her after pulling away from the kiss. She moves one of her hands to rub through your folds “Fuck your so wet, come feel her Az” she says rubbing your slick.

Said girl moves her hands down from your chest to your pussy, she follows Paige’s fingers and collects your slick on her fingers “Damn eating me out made you that wet baby” she teases you before bringing her finger to her mouth.

Paige slowly pushes two of her fingers into you, stretching you out “Your so tight” she groans pushing them all the way into you.

Your gummy walls suck her in as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you, going deep inside you. Her long fingers hit that spot inside you that make you see stars, you moan when her finger curl inside you.

Azzi moves her head down and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving wet kisses. Her mouth travels down to your chest and she starts sucking on your boobs. Paige starts thrusting her fingers faster inside you.

A loud whine leaves your lips when Azzi’s mouth wraps around you nipple. Paige smirks and shoves her fingers deeper inside you hitting your g spot.

“F-fuck I’m close— please, please” You beg out of breath, breathing heavily your mind filling the room.

Your gummy walls start to tighten around her fingers, your voice cracking “P-please” you beg her once again, your mind not even comprehending your words.

A smirk comes onto Paige’s face “Come on princess cum for me” she tells your moving her head down to suck on your clit. Azzi moves away from your chests and comes to kiss you.

Her lips swallow your moans as your head falls back against the pillow. Azzi pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing down your neck leaving hot kisses all over.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you come undone on Paige’s fingers. Her fingers slow down inside you, fucking you through your high. She pulls away from your clit and moves up your body kissing you as she pulls her fingers completely out of you.

“That-that was amazing” You mumble breathlessly lying down against the mattress between the two girls.

Azzi’s hand comes to cradle your cheek, caressing the soft skin “You have no idea how long we wanted that baby” she says.

You nod your head “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you both” you counter her words a smile planted on your face.

Paige smiles leaning over your shoulder “Oh we knew you were so obvious, your blushing, the way you spoke to us, how looked up at us with your fuck me eyes. Trust me baby we knew” she tells you kissing under your ear before biting down slightly.

Your hands come to cover your face, embarrassed. Azzi pulls your hands away “Don’t be embarrassed baby it was cute” she comforts you.

Paige looks between the two of you “Round two?” she asks sitting up on the bed her hands coming to one of your thighs and one of Azzi’s.

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cosmopretty

6 months ago

꣑୧ summary— thinking about how Diana Taurasi is the biggest bully in bed, she can’t shut her mouth

warnings— uses of strap, dacryphilia, smut, nsfw

She hovers over you her strap pushing through your folds but not going back inside you, she stares at the tears streaming down your face. Diana smacks her lips and shakes her head pouting at you “Come on baby I know you can take more, don’t tap out on me mama” she says teases the strap on your red puffy clit, rubbing it up and down.

The overstimulation was getting too much, you already came three times but she just had to get one more out of you. Without warning she plunges the strap all the way inside of you causing you to moan out “FUCK D” you scream the strap immediately hitting your G spot.

She shush’s you and starts thrusting in and out of you her hips snapping against yours “Aww poor baby aren’t you” she pouts telling to you like a puppy.

“Di-Diana I can’t— can’t it’s too much” You whine your legs shaking around her as she pauses her thrusts for a moment, stilling inside of you.

She looks down at you, her hand coming to hold your cheek, her thump wiping away some stray tears “I’m sorry baby we’ll stop okay” she mumbles before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your hands grasp the sheets under you as she starts to thrust into you, both her hands holding onto your hips “Too bad baby I changed my mind— fucking take it” she says into your ear. The strap pushing through your gummy walls hitting the sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. You didn’t think you could cum again, but knowing Diana she always got what she wanted, and she wanted you to cum again.

“Aww little baby can’t take it no more, if you cum well stop okay mama” Diana tells you speeding up the pace your ass clapping against her. She bites her lips at the way you arching for her “Diana, fuck so good” you mumbles her hand moves down your back into your hair.

She pulls you up by your hair, you back against her chest “Come on baby— you can’t be this weak” she sucks her teeth, still thrusting into you from this new position.

Her other hand let’s go of your hip and comes down your body to rub your clit. She rubs circles on your sore overstimulated clit “So good for me baby” she mumbles focused on making you cum.

The pressure in your stomach starts to break as you moan your hips twitching as you cum all over her strap again “Di- oh god” you mumbles your head falling limply onto her shoulder as she slows her thrusts.

“good girl, you did so good for me baby” Diana tells you slowly pulling out of you. She shush you laying you back down in your back, her hands hold your face “You did it for me good job” she teases you kissing your cheek.

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cosmopretty

9 months ago

No this is the realest thing ever my ADHD makes it so hard to sit and write sometimes it makes me so frustrated

if your requests are on can you do a emily engstler x reader were the reader surprised emily after telling her she won’t be able to make it to her birthday or game

I’ll do this when I can!! I have like two five I really want to finish and my adhd is making it difficult but I will write it sometime 💗

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cosmopretty

9 months ago

Wisdom Teeth

Kamora “KK” Arnold x fem

Synopsis: You get forced to get your wisdom teeth removed and your girlfriend KK has to take care of you with the help of the team.

Today was the day you were dreading, you were going to the dentist to get your wisdom teeth removed. Not only were you scared of dentist you did not want to get them removed because Paige kept scaring you telling you how much it would hurt.

You groan sitting on the couch with Paige while KK takes a shower. The blonde would not stop teasing you about your appointment today.

“So for the next week or two you can’t have liquids no real food” Paige says smiling, as if she wasn’t scaring the living hell out of you in this moment. Your eyes widen scared “What? You’re lying- no- nope” you decline her words shaking your head.

Paige smirks, laughing at you before Azzi walks in and slaps the back of her head “Your being mean Paige enough” the curly haired girl reprimands her. Paige acts shocked feigning innocence “What? I’m just trying to help her be prepared” she whines.

Azzi scoffs “No you know what your doing now your gonna stop and go get us some water” she tells Paige taking the seat on the couch next to you after the blonde gets up. You sigh and lay your dead back “I’m scared” you admit pouting. Azzi rolls her eyes knowing Paige was the reason why. Her hand comes to hold yours “Don’t worry KK will be there and after we will all be here for you. Don’t listen to Paige she’s a dickhead” she comforts you while Paige comes back only hearing the end of her sentence.

Before Paige can say anything your girlfriend runs into the living room “Baby come on we’re gonna be late” she says grabbing your arm. Paige waves to you smiling “Goodluck oh by the way make sure to get extra cotton pads for the blood” she winks while Azzi slaps her arm disappointed.

“What? Blood? KK you never said anything about blood” you say panicked while KK squeezes your arm. She opens the passenger car door for you “Just relax please mama” she looks at you bending down to be face to face to you while you buckle your seatbelt.

The look on her face helps you calm down a bit “I’ll try for you” you promise the girl before bringing your hand up to hold her chin, pulling her into a kiss. One of her hands comes up to caress your cheek, her thumb brushing up and down. She pulls away from the kiss her thumb still moving “Don’t try to distract me we have to go” she says sternly closing the car door, before walking to the other side hopping in and starting the car.

The whole ride to the dentist Kamora tried to take your mind off of your fears. She made jokes, sung songs even went live for a few minutes, anything to try and help relax you.

“Okay come on don’t be scared” KK says opening the car door for you, and helping you out of the car. You hold her hand the whole time she helps you sign the dentist papers. A older looking nurse says your name and ushers you into a room, KK follows you both.

The dentist comes in and sits down infront of you both “The procedure will take an hour maybe longer. Now we’re going to start you with anesthesia” he tells you before looking at your girlfriend expecting her to leave.

KK comes over to you and kisses your forehead petting down your hair “It’s going to be okay mama I promise” she tells you. You look at her through your lashes “It’s going to be okay” you repeat letting out a deep breath before kissing her hand and watching as she walks out the door, before looking back at you giving you that signature KK smile.

Scrolling on her phone, sitting in the waiting room KK waiting, her leg bouncing up and down nervous for you. Though she didn’t let it show, she knew if you thought she was calm and collected you would be too. The nurse from earlier steps out and calls her name motioning for KK to follow her.

When she enters the recovery room, she sees you sitting in a reclined chair with a pout on your face and gauze in your mouth.

You look at her with a dazed look in your eyes, your head not working. You try to get up before the doctor pushes you back down “No no the anesthesia didn’t wear off yet” he says to you before looking at Kamora.

“For the next few hours she’s going to be fuzzy, not being able to think or move straight so you’re going to need to be able to take care of her. Is that alright with you?” The doctor asks your girlfriend, when she nods looking over at you then back at the doctor once more.

“KK that’s youuuuuu” you slur your words out half smiling at her. The nurse helps you sit up before giving you a once over making sure everything is okay with you. KK walks over to you and brushes a piece of hair from your face “For post op, just make sure the gauze stays in for a hour if it’s still bleeding change it. Only soft foods, and straws and be careful she might not be able to walk correctly or have balance” the nurse informs.

Kamora listens to her before helping you stand up on wobbly legs, she wraps her arms under your knees and carries your bridle style. You mumble incoherent words to her while your eyes close tired from the anesthesia. She carries your out back to the car, she helps you into the seat “Pretty KK so pretty you” you say staring at her your hand patting her head, as if she were a dog.

She laughs at you “Okay mama you feeling alright? You comfortable?” she asks standing next to the passenger seat. You mumble your words looking around in awe, KK pokes your arm “Hey you with me ma?” she asks you again wanting to make sure your okay before she drives off.

You shrug “Pretty you’re so pretty like a teddy bear” you slur out. She nods and closes the door on you before getting in the drivers seat.

The drive home was quiet for a few minutes before you start giggling out of nowhere. KK looks over at you for a moment, her hand coming to your head rubbing the back of it “What’s so funny?” she asks looking over at your for a moment from the wheel.

You shrug still giggling “Puppies and you are like magic” you say giggling harder, KK’s eyes furrow as she looks at you. She sighs shaking her head the rest of the drive home was you mumbling nonsense while KK pretended to understand.

She parks the car right out side of the dorms before turning her head to look at you “You need anything ma?” she asks concerned.

“You pretty gimmie kiss” you tell her puckering your lips out before pouring after seeing her not move. You whine “I want kiss KK right now” you demand crossing your arms.

Paige runs to the car with her phone out ready to take pictures of you. KK gets out of the car and walks around grabbing the phone out of Paige’s hand “No P she’s not in the right mindset right now” the shorter girls says trying to protect you.

“EXACTLY come on it’s hilarious” she exclaims snatching her phone back. The blonde pops her through the door “Hi girl how are ya?” She asks you laughing at the pout on your face.

“KK mean take me away from her” you whine a tear coming out of your eye. Paige wipes it laughing before looking at her friend “And I’m the mean one? Oh okay” she rolls her eyes helping you of the car.

KK comes over to you going to grab your arm before you flinch away “Come on baby what’s wrong?” she asks you following you and Paige inside the dorms. Paige helps you to sit on the couch while filming you, “So how ya feeling short stack?” Paige asks holding the phone to your face. You mumble “I feel like bird in sky with the world” you say confidently giving a half smile.

Azzi shoves Paige “I swear Paige if you keep bullying KK’s girlfriend I’m going to-“ she can’t finish her sentence before you gasp. You smile “Azzi my favorite” you smile grabbing her and hugging her. KK groans “So you hate me but love Azzi? Come on baby I’m sorry” she says annoyed at how you wanted nothing to do with her.

You pull away from Azzi, and look at KK “I forgive you if you give me cuddle” you command arms crossed. KK nods and grabs you carrying you bridle style away from the girls and to her dorm.

She drops you on the bed gently and takes the gauze out of mouth throwing it away. You grimace at her “Ew Ew Ew” you slur as she holds your mouth open to make sure nothing is wrong.

You bite down on her finger, she squeals “Let go bad baby let go” she says her other hand waving in the air. You pout and drop her finger as she holds it “Damn baby you’re evil I don’t like this” she says while going to lay down next to you on the bed.

You shove your head in her chest “M face hurts baby” you mumble into her shirt. She bites her lip and runs her fingers up and down your back “I know mama it will feel better soon” she comforts you.

She pulls your head up and cups your cheeks, you sniffle looking at her through your lashes “M love you kk more than anything” you whisper.

“I love you more mama do wanna go to sleep or something?” KK asks you her hands caressing your cheeks. You nod your head no and pull her hand away kissing it before laying your head back down on her chest.

KK’s hands run up and down your back lulling you to sleep.

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cosmopretty

9 months ago

GUYS GO FOLLOW HER NEW ACCOUNT SINCE HER OLD ONE IS GONE

✩ KK Arnold with a shorter girlfriend ✩

AN: Hey y'all so I delete my acc on accident while I was trying to delete my other accounts so I’m just gonna post everything again on this Acc and I am currently crying😭 also pls repost this to let people know thank you.

• kk puts her hand around your waist when ever she reaches over to get something for you “Here you go baby” “Kk your not slick”.

• definitely puts her arm around you when y’all walk together.

• When You and her cuddle she likes to lay on top of you but is basically crashing you “kk get up your crashing me..” “In a bit, I’m still tired”.

• if someone was actually making fun of your height she wont hesitate to defend you “Ok she may be short but she’s my girlfriend, so you can go head and leave the live” “Damn kk don’t play about her girl”.

• Likes when you sit on her lap and just look down on her “your are so pretty kk” “Thank you Ma”.

• She likes to put her head on your shoulder when y’all hug.

• kk always finds a way to tell you she taller then you “I’m going to the store, did you want to come?” “Yeah plus you’re going to need help” “Help for what?” “You know getting stuff off the top shelf, duh” “…… I don’t like you”.

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cosmopretty

8 months ago

I saw it before it was even posted I’m just that special

Little Bit

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: georgia keeps coming back to you.

a/n: georgia said she liked this song and i coincidentally like this song too (actually lol) so here we are 🥰

Little Bit - Lykke Li

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, mentions of a slight injury, the usual swearing, reader and georgia are exes and ended on bad terms, the bad terms being that georgia never had enough time for r, no cheating here dw!!!! despite the rumors… sigh, girl idek if this would work, UMMM WE GET FREAKY, making out, mentions of sex… yeah…, lmk if i missed anything!!!

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“Hello? Who is it?”

It’s dark. It’s 10:54pm. You have to rub some of the sleep from your eyes.

Whoever is knocking at the door is panicked. You can hear it in the way they knock- they’re nervous, maybe. Something is wrong. They knock too fast, too hard. Not like they’re in a hurry, but more so like they wish the door wasn’t there in the first place.

“Can I come in?”

Fuck.

You know that voice, even if it’s through a door.

“Georgia,” you sigh, hand on the doorknob, not quite opening it yet. You can hear her let out a small sound that’s a cross between a begging plea and a scoff, then the shuffling of feet.

“Please, Y/N.”

You loved her for so long. You still love her. Maybe some part of you will always love her, and you’ll just have to grow around the mark she made.

You open the door just wide enough for the chain lock to be pulled taut, finally laying eyes on her- she looks like a shell of herself.

“Georgia?” You ask, your brows furrowing, eyes wide in shock.

“Y/N,” she says your voice so sweetly. “Can I please come in?”

You look around her, but she’s in the empty hallway of your apartment building. There’s no one there. You don’t know how she got here, you don’t know what happened- but you know she came here. She came to you.

“I just really need you right now,” she says, and your heart breaks at the sound of tears in her voice, and suddenly you can see them shining so brightly in her eyes like stars.

You probably shouldn’t let your ex in. Especially not when she’s in such a vulnerable state like this, and you’ve been thinking about her more often then you care to admit…

“What happened?” You finally ask, voice small. She stays silent. “Did it- a game? Did something happen at a game?”

Your eyes suddenly widen and you tug on the door, forgetting the chain is there- “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she says, wiping something from her eye. “I’m fine. Please, Y/N, I know… okay. I know, but I still need you.”

You stumble over the words.

“W-we’re not da-dating. We’re not dating.”

“I know,” she says, kind of sadly, kind of resigned. “I just need you.”

If she says that sentence to you one more time you might actually break down and love her again. Love her, really, fully. But you can’t do that. The only way you can love her is secretly, in a tender part of your heart she had carved out so lovingly, and eventually left with scars.

And maybe… maybe you can love her in the darkness of your apartment.

You probably shouldn’t do this. But you’ll deal with that guilt later.

“You can always come here,” you whisper, shutting the door softly, almost like she’s a wild, scared animal that will run away at any movement too loud or sudden. You unhook the lock. The chain falls, it hits against the door.

You tighten your hand on the doorknob, about to pull it open- but you don’t have too. The door suddenly slams open, Georgia bursting in through the door like water through a broken dam- because you swear that’s what this night feels like. That’s what every interaction you have with her feels like. A dam- your resolve- breaking, and her rushing in past the broken pieces, taping you up behind her.

She wraps her arms around your waist, just like she used to do, and puts her face into your neck, just like she used to do.

It takes a second for the world to come back into focus, for your body to process the feeling of her skin on yours again, suddenly your hearing comes back and you hear the sounds of soft sobs. Tears are falling down, wetting your skin- but you can’t be bothered.

“Georgia,” you whisper, finally wrapping your arms around her after a moment of shock. “What happened?”

She shakes her head, cries a little harder- and immediately tries to stop herself and choke it back.

“Hey, hey,” you whisper, softly placing your hand into her hair and playing with the thick locks there, like you always used to do. “It’s okay, b- Georgia. It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it. I can just hold you for a while?”

She nods, after a tense second.

“I can do that,” you continue, still whispering. She once told you that she liked your voice.

“Keep talking,” she whispers, her voice thick and scratchy.

“Okay,” you say, letting out a breath.

You feel like a lighthouse letting a ship know where the port is. You feel like Orpheus trying to lead Eurydice out of the underworld with just his voice, trying to lead Georgia back to herself from wherever dark place she is.

“I had McDonald’s for dinner,” you blurt out. “It was really good. It’s Friday, I wanted to treat myself. Um, I had a pretty hard week. Just school wise. I had, like, three tests this week. Studying was rough, but I survived. I was watching the Office before you knocked. It was that one episode where Micheal goes into the woods and tries to survive on his own- I don’t know, it was funny. But Dwight followed him out, and, um, yeah. It was funny. I miss you.”

Her tears have dried by now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

And it’s suddenly so right that you’re standing in front of your doorway, holding her in the faint glow of the TV.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you came here. Would rather you here than the streets,” you laugh, dryly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeats, because you both know she’s not really sorry about coming here, but for some reason- neither of you have the heart to say it.

And you can’t tell her it’s okay. You can’t say it’s fine.

Softly, like she’s made of glass and you’ll break her, you press a kiss to her hairline.

“Come lay down with me?” You try to sound convincing, but it’s a question.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, and your stomach drops back down from where it had jumped to your throat in anticipation.

Your heartbeat increases at the thought of getting to sleep next to her again, knowing you’re about to sleep so good next to her, touching her skin. The TV continues to glow, continues to talk in low voices.

You softly let go of her, hand drifting to hold hers, watching as she wipes her tears.

She doesn’t need you to guide her to your bed. She knows where it is, but you take her there anyways with a hand that’s maybe a little too tight. But her grip is just as tight.

You know she’ll leave before you wake up.

She can’t face you in the light. And that’s fine, because you can’t really face her in the light either.

She squeezes your hand. You squeeze back.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

Everything is a giant fucking blur.

It’s so dark in here, all of the lights are turned off, and it feels more like a rave of some sort instead of a random frat party. They have these stupid neon strobe lights going, making green and yellow flash obnoxiously over everything- making it kind of hard to see. Making it kind of hard to keep the contents of your stomach actually inside of your stomach.

You’re supposed to be with your friends, celebrating one of your friend’s friend breaking up with her boyfriend who was apparently cheating on her, and the entire time all you could think about was your breakup with Georgia.

And the weeks before you finally toughed up and broke up with her- the weeks where you never saw her, where she forgot about you.

You head towards the counter strewn with half-empty bottles of liquor and red solo cups. You grab one that’s hopefully unused, mixing yourself up some random concoction that will definitely taste like shit, but you hope that you can’t think about her anymore if you drink too much.

You weren’t stupid, despite what someone may think- watching you spill a perfectly good bottle of vodka over the side of the cup, you really don’t have good hand-eye coordination right now- you’re not stupid. You knew it was going to be hard dating a D-1 athlete, you knew you would come third, and you were completely fine with that.

You didn’t get mad when she came home from practice and simply kissed you on the cheek before collapsing into bed, you honestly found it kind of sweet- because she would drag you into bed with her, beg you to run your fingers through her hair, or massage her aching muscles.

You didn’t get mad when she choose to spend one of her rare free nights with her friends- you were a little jealous in the moment, but the pictures she posted on Instagram with the biggest smile on her face made up for her.

You did get mad when she just stopped coming over, when suddenly your bed was too far, not even the promise of your soothing hands could get her to come back to your place. You did get mad when she didn’t answer you for days. You did get mad when you told her you were feeling a little neglected, and then cancelled last minute on your date she had planned- not for any reason, except to go shoot hoops by herself in an empty gym, drilling herself.

You did get mad when you spent every night alone without her.

You put the bottle back down, lifting the red solo cup and taking a big sip.

No. You can’t do this. You can’t feel like this, not tonight.

You take another sip, and another, until suddenly you’re floating through the dance floor and sticky alcohol is splashed on your front, and you can’t really see straight, and everything is kinda hazy and beautiful.

You find your friends in the crowd, downing the rest of your drink before crushing it in your hand and throwing it somewhere, hands in the air as you dance loudly and unapologetically.

You dance until your feet scream at you, your heels digging into your feet, following your friends through the crowd until you lose them, you can’t see them anymore.

Tears well in your eyes. Your breathing picks up.

“Y/N!” A bright and cheery voice exclaims.

Oh, it’s Liz.

“Liz,” you say, your voice not sounding like your own.

Her face quickly turns to one of concern. She takes in your slightly rucked up outfit, your teary eyes, the sweat pouring down your face.

She puts her hand on your shoulder, leaning down close to your ear so you can hear her.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

Okay, you start to say- but where Liz is, Georgia will be.

“No-”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen at the sight of your ex-girlfriend.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p, laughing a little. “Nope, nope, nope. I need my friends, not you.”

You can tell Georgia is a little hurt by that, but she doesn’t back down. Liz stands kind of awkwardly to the side of you, but you keep yourself pressed against her and as far away from Georgia as you can.

You love her, you’re drunk, and she’s looking really kissable right now.

“Well, I don’t see your friends,” she shoots right back. “Do you?”

Her tone is a little condescending.

“Oh, shut up,” you say in disgust, taking a step forward- in your head, you’re gonna knock into her shoulder and strut past her. Hopefully she’ll even look at your ass as you leave.

Instead, you’re drunk, you don’t have your footing, you’re in godforsaken heels- and you careen forward, right into her waiting arms.

She sighs as she wraps an arm around your shoulder, her other hand immediately going to hold your hip.

She pretends to be annoyed.

You’re not surprised by this act, she was so vulnerable last week when she came over and said she needed you, cried in your arms- and you’re putting on this bratty act because you’re mad at yourself for letting her in.

But in your drunk state, you can feel her skin on yours so vividly, and you can feel the way her fingers slightly curl into you. Greedy. Possessive, almost. You fall into her and you let her take you, and suddenly she’s taken it upon herself to make sure you’re okay all-too easily.

“Okay. c’mon,” she sighs, like it’s some big inconvenience to her, but she slides her arm around your waist and holds to her so quickly, again so possessively.

And you would be lying if you said you never felt as safe as you do when her arm is around you.

“I’m fine,” you hiss at her, trying to push her off of you- but she doesn’t really want to let go, and neither do you. She simply tightens her grip, and you simply stop fighting.

She brings you to a much quieter, much emptier part of the house, helping you sit on a couch before asking Liz to find you some water- or just anything that wasn’t alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” She asks when she sits down next to you, putting her hand on your back. You sit with your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands, staring at the floor intently.

“A lot,” you mumble.

She laughs softly in response.

“Do you feel okay?”

Her thumb is rubbing back and forth against your back. Fuck, fuck, you lost your friends and now she’s so close and so far, and it’s so dark in this room- you can barely see a few feet in front of you.

It feels so secret- because everywhere else music is blasting. But in here, it’s just your voice and hers.

Tears well in your eyes yet again.

Maybe you should stop drinking. It makes you too goddamn emotional.

You turn to her.

You can’t face her in the light. But here, it’s so dark.

She’s let her hair down tonight. She almost never wears her hair down, so you’re kinda shocked- and you kinda wanna run your fingers through the waves.

“Why’re you here?” You ask, words muddled by alcohol.

She shrugs. “Just for fun.”

“You don’t know how to have fun,” you accuse.

She laughs, scrunches her nose. It’s all kinda condescending, still. Like you’re some little girl who doesn’t really know anything.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You never had any fun with me.”

She looks away.

“So it’s me, then? I’m the problem?”

“You’re not the problem, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Don’t be a brat,” she scolds.

Her? Scolding you?

You narrow your eyes. “Fuck. You. You’re selfish as shit, and I’m glad I broke up with you everyday.”

Saying that feels like you’re coughing up your organs, but whatever.

She smiles, scratching her nose.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“Whatever,” you echo.

She rolls her eyes. “Fuckin’ brat.”

“You can leave. You know that, right? You don’t have to stay here. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to sit on the same couch as a “brat” like me.”

“I’m not gonna leave.”

You find yourself inching closer to her.

“Scared of the dark or something, Amoore?”

Suddenly her eyes meet yours.

“Oh, no. I know what you’re scared of.”

She leans back against the couch, adjusting her legs, arms out wide along the back of the couch.

“Really?” She laughs. Genuinely laughs, as if the idea of you something knowing personal about her is so unbelievable.

Suddenly, you swing your leg over hers and climb into her lap. You straddle her, hands pressing into her shoulders as she stares at you in shock.

“Y/N,” she says, swallowing- suddenly not so cocky anymore. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask, twirling a piece of her hair. “Need to me to talk some more? ‘Cause you love my voice so much, right?”

She puts her hands on your thighs and barely tries to push you off. She could, if she really wanted to. She’s strong. You love her arms.

“I’m really drunk,” you confess, still twirling with a piece of her hair. You can feel her gaze on your pouted lips. “I’m probably not gonna remember this in the morning…”

“Y/N.” It’s a very clear warning, but you push past it. There’s something between your thighs and a burning desire in your stomach.

“Maybe you should show me why I shouldn’t be a brat.”

Her hand moves up from your thigh to cup your waist.

“Fuck, princess.”

“Yeah?” You say, feeling kinda like a giddy schoolgirl at the way she hungrily rakes her eyes up your body, finally landing on your lips. You bite one of them- and the alcohol prevents you from feeling kinda silly, and you can see it on her face. The way she wants you right now.

“Bloody hell,” she whispers, finally leaning forward to place a kiss to your bare chest. She lets her lips linger, and you know you have her right under your thumb- but now it’s not about the power play.

Now it’s about how fucking badly you want her to touch you.

“Touch me,” you say, hoping she doesn’t tease you about the fact you’re practically begging for her, but she seems to want to touch you just as bad. “Touch me, Georgia, please.”

“Shh,” she whispers, before finally pressing her lips to yours.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

It’s annoyingly bright. And loud. Your eardrums might burst.

And in all honesty, you never really understood basketball all that well.

You kinda hate this entire thing.

You sigh, leaning back farther into your chair as a buzzer sounds and people cheer- and you straighten up only to realize that it’s just the first quarter.

It’s only been 10 minutes?

Your friends are all super into the game, of course, and it’s not like you don’t like supporting the girls on the team- Liz Kitley, at least, you still consider her to be one of your friends.

Having to watch Georgia completely command the court is probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do. The way she’s so completely in her element, her hair tied back and sticking to her forehead and neck with sweat- you find yourself wanting to lick her skin.

You shake your head and groan, trying to physically get the annoyingly horny thoughts out- but, fuck. All you can think about is the last time you saw her.

The way her hands trailed your skin so hungrily, getting lower and lower, and the feeling in your stomach that felt suspiciously like an actual fire coming to a burning climax before slowly coming back down, reassured by her sweet kisses.

The way she held you that night was possessive. She made you feel like hers. The way she kissed you that night was like she had been starved of you for years, and thought about you every second.

Your friend nudges you. “Starin’ real hard.”

“I’m not,” you hiss, but you know you are.

“No, it’s okay,” she laughs. “I support it. You both miss each other.” You roll your eyes, but she doubles down. “You’re both still in love with each other, babe.”

Some odd emotion takes root in your chest. It squeezes.

“I’m not in love with her. I’m just… in like with her.”

“Mhm,” she says with a smile. “Well, we’ll all be here to celebrate when you guys finally admit it.”

“Jane, shut up.”

She nudges you again with a teasing smile. “I saw those suspicious looking bruises on your hips after that one party you both disappeared at… I might even say those suspicious bruises were kinda… Georgia shaped.”

“Shut. Up. Jane.” You narrow your eyes, and she only smiles widely before laughing and turning back to the game.

“Take your time, babe. Take your time.”

From what you understood, this was the Elite Eight game for the Hokies, and it was kind of a big deal. This game was the one that worked best in your and your friends schedules, and the stadium wasn’t exactly that far, so you came to have fun with them. To support your school, and Liz, and watching Georgia sink a few threes was an added guilty pleasure of a bonus.

You continue watching, your eyes staying mostly on #5.

Surprisingly, you aren’t watching when she gets hit.

You’ve actually managed to tear your eyes away from her and focus on the ball- when suddenly your friends gasp.

You look around the court, eyes finally landing on someone in a Hokie jersey laying on their back, face in their hands.

Someone in a red jersey walks past her, revealing a head of hair you know is Georgia’s.

You straighten, practically jumping out of your seat, your leg immediately staring to bounce up and down in anxiety.

“Get up,” you mumble to yourself. “Be okay. Get up. You’re fine, please. Please get up.”

She doesn’t get up. When you see the athletic trainers step onto the court you stand up quickly.

Jane is watching it from next to you, still sitting down, biting her nails- she looks up at you.

“Hey, Y/N, calm down,” she says, grabbing your hand. Squeezing, trying to bring you back to reality.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble as Jane pulls herself to stand. “They have to help her off? She can’t walk herself? W-where’d she even get hit? I didn’t see, I- I-”

“Y/N.”

Jane grabs your shoulders.

“Take a deep breath… wipe your tears… and go get your girl.”

You follow the first two steps but falter at the third.

“What?” You mumble, bringing your hand down from your face.

She looks towards the court, and that’s when you realize she’s walking right past you to get to the locker rooms.

You’re thankfully at the end of the aisle, so you carefully make your way down the stairs, to the barricade, kinda feeling like you’re floating. Now that she’s at least up you feel a little better, your tears are starting to dry.

All you want to do is make sure she’s okay.

And even though she’s not yours, and you only love her in the dark- you need to know.

Besides… it’s been two weeks since you’ve felt her skin on yours.

“Georgia!” You call, hands on the barricade bracing yourself. “Georgia!”

You probably didn’t even need to call a second time, because she turns towards you.

A security guard steps in front of you with a large hand, asking you to please get back to your seat- you lock eyes with Georgia.

Her chin. It’s bright red and slightly swollen.

Silently, you ask her to please let you in- but she keeps walking, two athletic trainers helping her.

“Ma’am, please get back to your seat,” the guard says again.

Does she regret that night at the party? Is this feeling in your chest ever since Jane said she was in love with you hope? And it is being crushed now?

“Okay,” you mutter, feeling tears form in your eyes tenfold.

“You’re Y/N?” One of the athletic trainers has run over to you. The security guard gives her a look, but she glares right back.

“Yeah?”

“Georgia asked for you, c’mon.” She beckons you to follow her-

“Really?”

“Yes,” she deadpans. “She said she needed you. I don’t care what she needs, as long as she checks out, I want her to get back out there.”

“Me too,” you nod, sensing this lady took her job very seriously.

“Well c’mon then,” she sighs, patting the barricade, encouraging you to hop it. The security guard rolls his eyes and walks away, and you quickly clamber over the barricade and follow the woman- who walks very fast.

“Did she really say that she needed me?”

Your voice sounds like a stupid Disney princess.

The smallest smile makes its way into her face.

“Yes. She said she needed you.”

Georgia needs you.

You enter the locker room full of fluorescent lights, squinting as your eyes adjust and the door shuts behind you.

She’s sitting on a bench, her fists clenched as the other trainer softly holds her face to look at the mark already forming.

Georgia needs you.

You softly sit next to her, and it takes her a second to finally notice you out of the corner of her eye- an eye which is scrunched up in pain.

“Georgia,” you whisper. Her hand is shaky when you grab it. “What happened?”

“I think everyone saw,” she mumbles. You brush back some hair sticking to her forehead.

“I was actually playing attention to the ball, so, I didn’t.”

“You paid attention to basketball?”

“Well, not very well. But I tried.”

You move closer to her so your thighs are touching, her hand squeezes yours as she turns her head- and you spot the bruise on her chin.

“She got me in the chin.”

“Jesus Christ,” you gasp, looking up wide eyes to the atheistic trainer. “Is it normal to be a bruise already- God, is your jaw broken? Are you okay?”

Georgia and the trainers all let out a laugh, and you feel kinda silly, but Georgia squeezes your hand as if to reassure you. You feel a little bit better.

“Completely normal,” the woman before explains. “And, a little tip, usually if people are talking- jaws aren’t broken.”

“Oh, whatever,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get a little hot. One of the trainers hands you an ice pack.

You.

“You’re medically checked out. Ice it for a minute, catch your breath, and you’re ready to go back out there if you want to.”

“Okay, thanks,” Georgia nods, smiling tightly- but you can hear it in her voice. The weight of it all. The pressure.

“We’ll give you a minute alone,” the trainer says, kind of suggestively, but you force yourself to ignore that as her and her colleague let the door shut behind them.

You softly press the ice pack to her chin. She shuts her eyes, and you can tell she’s willing herself not to cry.

“Does it hurt a lot?” It’s kind of a stupid question, but you can’t think of anything else to say.

“No. It’s not too bad.” Her eyes shut, and you place your other hand on her jaw to steady yourself. She lets out a breath.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you whisper, hand moving to smooth back her ponytail.

“Mm- no, no. I’m fine. I just need you right now.”

And it’s in moments like this, when Georgia says she needs you, when she’s touching you and looking to you for comfort… this is how you know you’ll never be able to fully tear yourself away from her.

She’ll always run back to you. And you’ll always let her, with open arms.

You kind of want to ask her what needing you means. But you don’t.

“I should get back out there,” she says. She’s whispering, like this moment will break.

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing.

“Yeah.”

You meet her eyes again, and her pupils are slightly blown, she looks a little breathless-

“Oh, to fuck with it.”

She slams her lips onto yours, hands cupping your face and keeping you pressed close to her, the ice pack falling and your hands immediately winding around her neck- this is how you need her. You need her hungry and kissing you. You need her touching you and loving you.

She needs you to comfort her and you need her to fuck you.

Any shyness you had is long replaced, especially when one of her hands drifts down to squeeze your ass, making you moan her name into her mouth.

The kiss is disgusting, messy, kind of dirty.

“There’s so much riding on this game,” she breathes out when you move down to kiss her neck.

“I know,” you mumble back against her skin. “But you’re so talented.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, tilting her head back. “I only forget about it when I’m with you.”

Her hand drifts down to your neck, and she pulls you away to start kissing down yours, both of you careful to not leave marks- but you can feel her kissing a little harder then she should.

You’ll probably be leaving this place tonight with at least one faint mark on your neck. And the thought thrills you.

“Really?” You gasp. “Maybe you should stop fucking me over and spend more time fucking me.”

“I will,” she whispers against your skin, leaving one final kiss on the mark you could feel her forming. “I promise I will.”

“Good,” you say back, trying to sound confident. But she looks into your eyes, her ponytail messy from when you had tugged on her hair, and completely melt.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, pointing awkwardly to the hickey. But you know she’s saying sorry for more than that.

You cover it with your hair. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” she smiles, a little wickedly.

“Please.”

“I really have to go back now,” she stands up, rubbing her jaw. “Sorry- shit. You distracted me.”

“Sorry,” you shrug.

“I really gotta go before I kiss you again.”

You smile. You smile so big and she smiles right back.

“Well, now you’re definitely gonna win because you’re all fired up, huh?” You stand up, following her to the locker room door.

“Definitely.”

She doesn’t promise to text you or anything, and you don’t mind. You know she’ll come back.

You smile softly instead of saying goodbye, and she stares at you kinda in amazement for a second before shaking her head and running right back over to the game.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up, but you’re kinda glad you broke up.

—-

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cosmopretty

8 months ago

Can you write something for wifey Nika, like maybe the reader plays for a different team (Could be in the W or college) and they play each other. They also go to dinner after the game and just enjoy each other's company

just a suggestion though

love your page!

Yessss I have an idea for that thank you I will write this soon

I love nika she’s the loml 4 ever

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