I Fear U Ate

jealous [azzi fudd]

azzi fudd x fem!reader

summary: aubrey gives you a hard time by making azzi jealous

word count: 1k

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“Damn.”

You ducked your head in embarrasment as Azzi’s eyes unashamedly wandered over your body. She wasn’t touching you, but your skin felt hot where her eyes lingered, like she was undressing you by just looking at you.

“You like it?” you asked, already knowing the answer but wanting the words to come explicitly from Azzi’s lips.

Azzi came up from behind you, her palms sliding sensually over your hips and coming dangerously close to the heat now throbbing between your thighs. “Baby,” she chuckled, her breath warm on your ear, “like doesn’t even come close.”

You felt her lips graze your neck, the soft curls of her hair brushing your skin. It took everything in you not to undress right then and there, with Azzi looking at you like a tiger ready to pounce. You studied yourself in the mirror. You looked good. You were wearing a tight, low-cut dress that showed just enough cleavage. The dress hugged you in all the right places, highlighting your curves and the soft slope of your hips and breasts. You lips were stained a scarlet red, your fingers decorated with heavy gold jewelry that glittered in the light.

Azzi’s lips moved to your neck, where her she folded your skin in her mouth, teasing the soft spot between her teeth. “We might just have to stay at home,” she husked.

“No, Azzi, we promised the girls we’d be there,” you laughed lightly, turning around and gently detaching your bodies. Azzi pouted at the loss of contact, her ebony eyes shining.

Azzi couldn’t take her eyes or hands off of you the entire way to the bar. There was always some point of contact between the two of you - her hand on the small of your black, gliding down to your butt until you had to smack her away, her pinkie intertwined with yours, or her arm laid protectively around your shoulders.

The two of you only separated when you went to go dance with Aubrey and KK. Azzi stayed behind at the bar, slowly sipping her drink as she carefully watched you. You were grinding sensually to the rythmic beat of the music, your hips glancing against Aubrey’s as she hovered behind you.

“Grip that any tighter and you’re gonna cut yourself.” Looking down, Azzi saw the tips of her fingers go white. Letting go of the glass, she flexed her hand. Caroline plopped down in the stool next to her, a wry smile on her face.

“She’s awfully close to Aubrey,” Azzi said stiffly, not tearing her eyes from you.

“You’re worried about Aubrey?” Caroline laughed as she stole a sip from Azzi’s drink. “You know she has a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I know,” Azzi grumbled, finally forcing herself to look away. “I just don’t like seeing anyone that close with her.”

“Trust me,” Caroline said. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

But her words flew past Azzi’s head once Aubrey placed her hands on your hips, slowly guiding your movements as she whispered something into your ear. Azzi shot up, immediately pushing past the throng of people to find you. Caroline chuckled as she watched the scene unfolding, knowing Aubrey’s tendency to get a kick out of making Azzi jealous (which, in Aubrey’s defense, was much easier than it should be).

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist and gently tug. Looking up, you saw Azzi staring you down with a clenched jaw. “Hey Az,” you slurred, reaching up to graze your fingers against the hollow of her throat. “What’s up?”

“Come on,” she said assertively, trying to ignore the sparks from where your touch dragged over her neck. “We gotta go.”

“Aw, Azzi,” Aubrey grinned, moving closer to you. “But the party just started.”

Azzi glared at her friend, knowing what she was up to. She shifted her body between the two of you, separating your distance as Aubrey’s grin widened. “Aubrey,” she warned. “You’re really testing it.”

Aubrey threw her hands up in surrender, backing up a couple of steps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said innocently.

Sending one final death glare to Aubrey, Azzi tightened her grip on your wrist and led you across the bar to the bathroom. As soon as she locked the door, she pushed you against the wall. Your eyes widened in surprise her hands aggressively smoothed over her hips. “You wanna let me in on your little secret?” she breathed, her eyebrows furrowed and lip curled.

Your bottom lip jutted out. “Azzi,” you whined. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Sure as hell you didn’t.” Azzi nipped harshly at your earlobe, eliciting a groan from your lips. The angle of your bodies gave you a perfect view of the curve of her cleavage peeking out from the opening of her crop top. You swallowed hard and tried to drag your eyes away, but there was nowhere safe to look. Every part of Azzi’s body, from the lines of her abs to the sharp edge of her jaw, sent fire running through your veins.

Azzi, noticing your eyes flicking down, smirked knowingly. “You wanna grind on other girls and let them whisper sweet nothings into your ear then look at me like you wanna fuck me?” she mocked.

“I wasn’t grinding on her,” you moaned. You tried to meet Azzi’s lips with your own but she dodged your kiss.

Azzi slotted her leg between yours, knocking your knee and allowing it to make contact with your core. You groaned at the contact, trying to rock your hips against her thigh but failing to gain enough friction to feel anything.

Azzi bit her lip, wondering how someone could look so sexy like this. Your hair was a mess, unfurling from the bobby pins you had put in to keep it up and falling into your face. Your cheeks were rosy and flushed, with a light sheen of sweat covering your neck from dancing earlier. She wanted to take you right then and there, but she was becoming acutely aware of the fact that you two were still in the unhygienic bathroom of a college bar.

So instead, she detached yourself from the warmth of your body. She looked at you with dilated pupils, her eyes hooded. “Home?” she suggested.

do you like pazzi?

YES SHOULD I WRITE FOR PAZZI?

I love you so much omggggg

I love you too omggggg

I love pissing @star-girl69 off in school

birds of a feather - n.m

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nika mühl x fem!reader

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nika and her girlfriend are finding a way to make seattle their home with the addition of their first baby

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fluff kitten adoption

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it has been far too long since i've written and this fic feels perfect to come back with. this is completely for my evil twin @lucespeaks who was so so helpful and i love her for ever and this nika fic was far over due. also thank you to my bestie @bueckersstrap for help with the bits of Croatian i have a little plan for the month of june that i will let you guys know about tomorrow

Nika’s decision to uproot both of your lives and enter the WNBA draft was not an easy one. It was one that required hours of thoughtful consideration on the ways it would impact your relationship. You made it clear to her in the beginning that this was always her decision to make. She knew that she had your support regardless of what she decided. It was in the brunette’s nature to consult with the people that she cared about before making any major decisions. You were at the very top of that list. On top of being her  “ridiculously sexy” (her words) girlfriend, you were her best friend. She trusted you more than almost anyone else which made you the perfect person to talk this through with. Sure Coach Auriema had more basketball knowledge than anyone else the Croatian knew, but you loved and cared for her in ways that she’d never experienced in her life. She knew that you would help her determine the best possible decision for her no matter the impact that it had on you. That was why she loved you and precisely why she wanted to consider the effect of her decision on you as well as y’all’s relationship.

She ultimately decided that her time at UCONN had come to an end. It felt like it was time to start a new chapter. One that you were both willing to fully embrace. She entered the WNBA draft and ended up getting drafted to the Seattle Storm, a choice that seemed fitting considering the invisible string that connected her to the UCONN and Seattle Storm legend Sue Bird. Unfortunately due to the limited size of the league, it was difficult for talented rookies to secure a roster spot on one of the teams. This made training camp especially stressful for the point guard and her fellow rookies across the league on top of quickly moving to an entirely different city that happened to be across the country. The journey was unfairly more challenging for your beautiful girlfriend as VISA issues prevented her from being eligible to play in the first few games of the season. Needless to say, it hadn’t been an easy few weeks. 

You did everything in your power to make Seattle feel like home. You’d spent h0urs online ordering all of the decorations that would make your apartment a warm and welcoming space for your girlfriend to return home to. All of your efforts were appreciated immensely by the point guard who was impossibly far from her own home. Coming to America to play basketball was a huge decision that proved to be one of the best choices she ever made. Sure she missed her family and Croatia more than anything, but she found a way to make the court feel like home with the help of her amazing teammates at UCONN. Leaving her found family was unbelievably hard too, but she’d found a new home with you in her arms. Nothing could go wrong with you by her side. You were home. 

The best part about moving to a completely new city was getting to try all of the restaurants. Once the season started, you found yourself alone more often than you would’ve liked which led you to explore the culinary scene. One Tuesday night while Nika was away, you’d found a local taco spot that turned out to be amazing. It just so happened that there was a frozen yogurt shop, a personal favorite of your girlfriend’s,  right across the street. You made a mental note to take her back here for a little lunch date when she got home. Taking little dates in the city after Nika was away with her team was a new tradition that you’d come up with to  prioritize your relationship. 

She returned home exhausted and clingy. She left her bags by the door and immediately crawled into your arms as you sat on the couch. Her curled locks rested against your chest which was clad in her UCONN hoodie. You’d put it on because it smelled just like her. Her face nuzzled into your neck as you slipped your hand under her shirt, running it up and down her back. It didn’t take long for her eyes to flutter closed. It was obvious that she was exhausted and in desperate need of a pick me up.

You decided to give her just that. She had practice that morning, so you took the time to stop by your local florist to pick up a bundle of tulips, a favorite of your girlfriends. You waited for her to come home so that way you could carry out the rest of your plan for the evening. 

“I’m home, moja beba” Nika beamed as she shut the door behind her. It was evident that she was tired, yet she still managed to be the perfect girlfriend the moment she walked through the door. You jump up from your cozy position on the couch to meet her in the entryway, quickly wrapping your arms around her. 

“I have a surprise for you my love,” you smirk as you meet her gaze. “Go put on something cute for me, yeah?” Nika returns your smirk before heading into your shared room to comply with your request. She comes out in a pair of cargos and a crop top that perfectly fit the chilly Seattle air. 

The two of you stroll down the block, hand in hand to the taco shop that you visited earlier in the week. You both enjoyed your meals as you caught up with everything that you missed in your distance.  Every moment spent with the Croatian you found yourself falling more and more in love with her. Your hand never left hers. It was almost as if she was trying on you. You were home and she never wanted to grow homesick again. That's what made any distance so hard. Her roots were not here. Not in Seattle. Not even in Connecticut. They were with you. 

You both decided to save enough room to get some frozen yogurt across the street. There just so happened to be a pop up adoption event for a local shelter. It was impossible to recapture the brunette’s attention as soon as she set her eyes on an enclosure full of kittens. Before you could do anything, she was crouched down gently petting them. Her smile was the most genuine you’d seen it since making the move. She looked like the girl you’d fallen in love with your sophomore year at UCONN. Her tired eyes were suddenly full of light. An orange kitten clung to her immediately. You quickly realized that you two would be bringing home your first baby today. Nika lifted her out of the crate and held her close to her chest as she walked over to you. The kitten was so small that it was able to fit in one of her hands. She flashed you her best puppy dog eyes which were impossible to refuse. Nika took the loss of her last cat very hard, so this was perfect timing. 

“Can we?” Nika whispered softly, her eyes switching between you and the kitten in her arms. All you could do was smile and nod at her. She pressed a quick kiss on your lips before grabbing your wrist with her free hand and dragging you to find one of the shelter employees in order to complete the adoption process. You sat beside her the whole time as her hand rested on the inside of your thigh. After some paperwork and payment, the little one was yours. They provided some basic supplies to last the kitten a while before you both were able to stop by a pet story. 

You walked hand in hand with your girlfriend and your new baby back to your apartment. Nika set her down once the door was shut in order to let the kitten roam, but she clung to Nika’s side the entire time, quietly meowing until the Croatian picked her up. Nika insisted that the kitten needed to be bathed much to your own dismay. She reassured you that it would be fine despite the notion that cats hate water. 

The entire thing went far more smoothly than you anticipated. Your entire bathroom and girlfriend were indeed soaked as a result of the wiggly kitten. She'd tried to escape more than a few times, but she never attempted to harm either of you. More importantly the room was filled with giggles as you both tried to wash her orange fur. You couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering to the brunette. She was so happy. It was so easy to imagine a life with her. All of the good, bad, and ugly. 

Nika pulled the kitten out of the sink and wrapped her in a towel as she walked her into the living room. You two had quickly lost track of time. You realized that it was nearly midnight when you heard the yawn from her and the twinkling stars in the shy just outside the window. Nika sat down on the couch as you quickly joined her, pulling the blanket over you both as you leaned against her chest and turned on the only movie fitting for the occasion, Aristocats. Your girlfriend placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling you in tighter to her.

"She's our first baby, ljubav. Our first born." Nika spoke softly against your head. Nika loved the kitten immediately, but it took you no time to adore the little one as well. This was the start of a very long life with the girl of your dreams.

"Don't worry, moja djevojka. We are going to have many more babies once I put a ring on that finger." She spoke as she pulled your ring finger to her lips giving it a small kiss. You felt a wave of love pour over you. You were completely in love. It was at this moment you knew that you would love her until the day that you died. 

Better Than Revenge

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: more jealous clarisse and this time she gets to be insane about it (I Can See You coded tbh)

a/n: soft clarisse MOVE OVER insane clarisse hiiiiiii ….anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

Better Then Revenge - Taylor Swift

warnings: possessive clarisse pleek i want you i need you, violence, swearing, punching lol, men, allusions to sex and this is just pretty suggestive, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The anniversary of Mr. D being sentenced to a life at Camp Half Blood has become his birthday over the years.

Of course, his children use that as an excuse to throw a rowdy party disguised as a simple bonfire.

Chiron turns a blind eye, as long as everyone swears to not give him any alcohol, and there’s still a modicum of responsibility among the camp population.

It’s one of the highlights of the summer, the heat from the fire, the dark night lit only by Selene, where it feels like you can do anything and get away with it.

It’s your first with Clarisse, and by the way she’s looking at you right now, you’re probably not gonna last more than an hour before you get dragged somewhere to make out. Which is not what you want.

You’re already in your outfit, the jean shorts you know she likes, the low-cut top you know she likes, leaning over in front of the mirror as you do your lipstick.

“Do you have something you want to say?”

Clarisse usually sits with you as you get ready for something, since you shamelessly take longer than her. She always calls you her prettiest girl, then expects you not to live up to it?

She doesn’t rush you. She’s never impatient. She just likes watching you, and it’s fun to put on a show.

She always looks at you, but something about the look in her eyes tonight is especially… feral.

“What’d you mean?” she says, smirking and leaning back on her elbows.

The Aphrodite cabin is a particular swirl of activity, but your little corner is just you and her. She refused to wear anything but her camp t-shirt and a pair of jeans, of course, but she looks good in anything.

“You’re looking at me like you want to pounce.”

“Took you this long to pick up on that?”

You laugh, bending over to grab a jewelry box that lives at the foot of your floor length mirror.

“Baby, let’s just stay back,” she groans.

“This is our first time going together, though. I want to go.”

“And I want to kiss you until we both pass out.”

“Oh, how romantic,” you whisper, holding earrings up to your ear. The dangly pearls look best. Some sort of dangerous thought slithers into your mind, and you turn around to face her with a slow smile.

“Oh, Gods. What?”

“If you can go an entire hour without kissing me…”

She looks up at you like you’ve just called her the worst warrior at camp.

“Then we’ll leave as soon as the hours up, and do whatever you want. But if you can’t, then we get to stay until I say so.”

She smirks. The only thing she loves more than you is competition, a challenge. You watch her eyes light up.

“I can do an hour.”

“Oh, really?”

“I have amazing self-control, actually.”

“Oh, really?” you repeat, drawing out the word.

“Really,” she says, rolling her eyes and mocking you.

She’s sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on her palms now, watching you as you step forward.

“Really,” she says again.

But her smile fades as you place your hands on her shoulders, her hands coming to your waist as you place yourself right down on her lap. She lies down and let’s you straddle her, tracing her lips with your pointer finger.

It’s so startlingly silent and tense, she can hear your breath, you can hear hers.

You squeeze her face in your hands. “Well, time to go!” you announce, climbing off of her.

“You’re a demon,” she hisses. “A witch.”

“I’m a daughter of Aphrodite,” you roll your eyes. “I prefer to be called a seductress.”

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The party is already buzzing when you get there, night just falling and the fire blazing high.

You wave to a few of your friends, dragging Clarisse by the hand as you lead her to the best group of chairs and benches, not too close and not too far from the fire. All of the camp counselors and the people around your age are there, drinking punch and talking amongst themselves.

You greet your half sister and head counselor of the Aphrodite cabin, Phoebe, with a kiss and a hug.

“You look so pretty, Y/N,” she smiles. “I love the pearls.”

“Thank you,” you gush. You look up to Phoebe more than you would like to admit. One day you hope to take her position, and it wouldn’t hurt to make a good impression now. “You look gorgeous.”

Clarisse’s hand falls from yours and she pushes you forward to the empty seat next to Phoebe.

You look behind you. She gives you a look that says “Are you dumb? Talk to her.”

You’re always so close to Clarisse, but she goes and sits nexts to a few of her siblings on top of a picnic table 5 feet away.

You hum and start talking to Phoebe about a few of the new arrivals about camp- you both agree one of the new boys is a son of Aphrodite, before Phoebe looks past you and cringes.

“One of the other new kids is staring at you.”

You risk a small glance.

There’s nothing special about him. Pale skin, brown hair and brown eyes. He’s not your type, to say the least, especially when you steal a look at Clarisse and find she’s already looking at you-

You stomach flips.

She taps her wrist as if there was a watch there.

“Almost halfway,” she mouths, smiling brightly.

You look pointedly back at Phoebe.

“He’s eh,” you shrug.

“If he doesn’t stop staring at us I’m gonna go insane.”

“Is he really staring?” you ask.

“Yeah. I think he thinks he’s flirting, or something? I don’t know.”

You shrug. He probably knows you’re dating Clarisse, and if he doesn’t, he probably will soon.

She bumps your shoulder.

“Any updates with Clarisse?”

You smile, playing with your fingers.

“No, not really. We’re still happy. Actually, we’re having a contest right now. If she can resist kiss me for an hour, then we’ll leave. But if she can’t, then we get to stay at the party all night.”

“Ooh, that’s evil,” she teases.

“I know, I’m having so much fun.”

You both laugh, and Phoebe opens her mouth just to close it. She fakes dropping something to lean closer to you.

“He’s coming over here.”

“Oh, Gods,” you mutter.

“Hey, ladies,” he says. His voice is deep and scratchy, like he just smoked an entire pack of cigarettes. “How y’all doin’ tonight? Enjoying the party?”

You have to stifle a laugh. Phoebe was one of the cabin leaders who helped organize the party.

“Havin’ fun,” you smile awkwardly. He stares so intensely into your eyes you have to breathe out not to laugh.

“Good, good. Either of you know where the punch station is?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, it’s right by the Apollo cabin,” Phoebe points.

He follows her finger. “Great, thanks.”

He looks at you and winks. “See you around.”

Both you and Phoebe dissolve into a fit of giggles.

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You make your way over to Clarisse after a second, sitting down next to her on the table. You hug your knees to your chest from where they sit on the actual bench.

“‘M cold,” you moan, rubbing your knees.

Her siblings, Carrie and Nelson are now distracted by Phoebe’s animated talking, leaving the two of you.

She wraps her arm around your shoulder, letting you lean against her.

“You wore those shorts,” she says.

“For you.”

“Oh, you’re so mean.”

“Before the challenge. And I think you mean ‘thanks for trying to make me happy, Y/N.’”

Clarisse laughs.

“Okay, pretty thing,” she mutters. “That’s what I meant.”

“Right,” you mutter, pushing yourself further against her. It’s better here, closer to the fire, but there’s still this chill in your bones.

“Stop being so close to me,” Clar mutters.

You turn to her.

“What did you just say to me?”

“It’s almost irresistible to kiss you,” she whispers. “I’m not allowed to kiss your forehead, am I?”

You put your face into her warm neck.

“Is that kissing me?” you whisper, your lips brushing her skin.

“Shut up,” she mumbles, pushing you away from her. “You’re not distracting me. I’m not losing this. One hour, then we’re going back to my cabin and staying there for a long time.”

You smile, lifting your face up from her neck to stare in her eyes. She smiles softly back at you.

“Did you see me turn around and bend over to fix my shoes?”

Her eyes blaze.

“Should have guessed that was on purpose. What’d you call yourself? A seductress? I agree.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around yourself, deciding you’ll be nice and give her a few minutes reprieve. Ares kids are always so warm, and even just being pressed slightly against her is nice.

Someone places a jacket over your shoulders. You smile, turning to Clarisse, not remembering if she had a jacket on. Did she bring one for you?

“Clar, I-”

She’s not looking at you at all. She’s staring off towards the fire, holding your hand, and you know she didn’t just give you this jacket.

Harry walks around the table, smiling.

“Looks better on you then it did me,” he says, awkwardly. “You looked cold, so…” he laughs.

Clarisse finally realizes that he’s talking to the two of you, or well, you.

“Huh?” she says, giving him a bored look. Immediately slipping back into her mean girl persona, even though she was just blushing with your face in her neck five seconds ago.

She looks at you at the corner of her eye.

You’re sitting there, frozen with his jacket over your shoulders.

“Uh…” you say, stupidly, because your mind is literally empty. What are you even supposed to do in this situation?

Clarisse grabs at the black jacket.

“She looked cold,” he says.

She finally realizes what happened.

“So, you’re hitting on my girlfriend? Right next to me?”

His smile falls. “Y-your friend, yeah-”

She rips the jacket off of you and throws it at him.

“Girlfriend,” she hisses.

“It’s not my fault,” he says, scrambling to catch his jacket, getting defensive now. He knows he fucked up, his pride is hurt. “You weren’t even touching, and she was, like, shivering-”

She stands up, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Hey, hey, Clarisse,” her sister Carrie says. “What’s going on?”

Clarisse glares at him. He starts sputtering incoherently.

Carrie raises an eyebrow towards you.

“He gave me his jacket,” you mumble, still feeling a little dazed. “Clar, c’mon, let him go.”

Carrie takes a step back. “Oh, ‘kay. I don’t care if she beats him up then,” she laughs.

“It looked like they were friends!” Harry shouts, pushing Clarisse back.

She punches him in the face.

“Clarisse!” you yell, jumping down from the table. “Don’t you dare!” you grab her arm, she’s fuming, rearing to punch him again.

A crowd has formed around you.

Harry groans and holds his bleeding nose.

“You fucking bitch,” he mutters.

“Clarisse. Clarisse, please, let’s go. Let’s just go.”

“You weren’t even that hot anyway,” he hisses.

“Don’t fucking talk about her!” she yells, jumping forward to punch him again-

“Clarisse!” you shout, not wanting her to get in trouble but you’re a second too late. Her fist flies into his cheek, but he’s prepared this time, so he takes it and counters with his own punch.

Your heart squeezes, but she blocks it, and both of their respective siblings finally jump in to hold them back.

“Oh, Gods,” you mumble, staring at his blood on the ground. At least it’s not hers. “Carrie!” you shout, giving her a pleasing look, and she nods.

“C’mon, Clarisse,” she says. “You’re very strong and tough, stop beating up the twig whose got no chance.”

It takes three of her siblings to corner her against the picnic bench.

“Giving her your fucking jacket, I should kill you!” she shouts, thrashing against her siblings hold. “She’s mine, dumbass, we’re always around each other, did you not notice?!”

“Clarisse- stop!” Carrie grunts, putting everything she has into holding her back.

“Go fuck yourself,” he groans, finally having enough common sense to cup his nose and walk away, the groups of people parting for him.

You stand there, shocked. Phoebe comes next to you.

“Oh, I love this night,” she sighs. You shoot her an unimpressed look.

After he’s gone, her siblings let a fighting Clarisse out of their holds, and she scans the crowd, but Harry really has disappeared. Her eyes find yours immediately.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, marching towards you and immediately pressing her lips against yours.

Pride is her fatal flaw. And when her ego is wounded, especially when it comes to you, she feels an inherent need to try and get it back.

She can’t beat up Harry, but showing everyone you’re hers is what you guessed she would do next.

She grabs you by the neck, the other arm wrapping around your waist, bringing you two closer together. You’re touching everywhere, kissing her is like touching her electric spear, and she finally pulls away slowly.

She can’t say that she loves you, so she just kisses your temple instead, wrapping her arm back around your shoulder.

As much as you hate violence, that was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

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Clarisse drags you off to her cabin.

“Oh, fuck,” she mumbles, opening the door.

“What?” you whisper, squeezing her hand.

“The contest. We should have stayed-”

You snort. “Who gives a fuck about the contest? I’ve been swayed. Let’s go make out.”

She seems a little shocked, extremely excited, and starts ushering you towards the ladder of the loft.

“Well, who am I to deny you,” she says, holding your ass as you ascend.

“Also, stop punching people.”

“That’s where I deny you.”

You make it to the top, her hands on your waist as she follows you. She’s always touching you, like she’s addicted to you. You pretend, but you’re so in love with her you genuinely think you’re gonna fall over just thinking about her sometimes.

“Clarisse, seriously. You’re gonna get in trouble one day, and-”

She spins you around and throws you back on your bed. You yelp as she climbs on top of you.

“No. Kiss now, lecture later.”

You protest, but she shuts you up by smashing her lips into yours. It’s rough, you did tease her all night, all teeth and the sounds of your roaring heartbeats.

She starts kissing down your neck, your dig your hands into your curls.

“‘She’s mine’?” you say after a second, referencing her anger-haze of a rant.

“Yes,” she says. Softly, but not sheepishly. She says it confident and proud. “You are.”

“I am,” you mutter back, having a feeling she’s gonna leave hickey’s all over you.

You do your best to flip her over, but she’s all muscle and it’s hard, so she ends up grabbing your hips and helping you.

“What?” she gasps, confused at the change of position. Not that she’s complaining, though.

“You did lose the challenge,” you tease.

She doesn’t like to admit she lost.

You hover your lips right above hers.

“Say it.”

Her fingers dig into your hips.

“I lost,” she grits. “You won.”

“I did,” you mumble, lips grazing yours, but you’re getting bored and you want to kiss her just as bad.

And you do, your hands on her face, her fingers starting to slip under your shirt. She mumbles against your lips.

“Fuck, this is so much better than revenge.”

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(pls ignore it’s for the acc aesthetics thank you)

(i’m actually the funniest person alive if you couldn’t tell)

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clarisse: oh, so you think i cant take care of my girlfriend? because we’re not close enough? because you think she’s cold? well guess what. now i’m never letting her out of my sight again, fuckfaces

y/n: FUCK YES i mean noooooooo noooooo that’s horrible omggg

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Jealous Gym Day

Azzi Fudd x Fem

warnings: smut

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You sit down with your knees to your chest scrolling through instagram, at the gym with your girlfriend. You didn’t like the gym found no point in working out but god did you love to go see Azzi sweating and out of breath.

Looking up from your phone you see turn your head to see Azzi doing pull ups a few feet away from you. Her muscles flexing with every move, you watch her for a few minutes till she jumps down. She wipes the sweat from her forehead and walks over to you looking down at you, grabbing her water you hand it to the girl towering over you.

Azzi wipes the sweat off her forehead “Like what you see?” she says laughing. You nod your head immediately “Of course I do why do you think I come to the gym” she rolls her eyes at you.

“You don’t even work out you sit there on your phone or watching me” Azzi sits down next to you, sipping on her water.

You look at her with a pout “What? So I can’t come to the gym just to see my hot girlfriend all sweaty and sexy?” you ask. Azzi shoves your shoulder getting up from where she sat next to you “One more hour and we will go home. Enjoy the show baby” she winks.

You watch her with your lip in between your teeth as she curls the weights in her hands. Azzi knows you’re watching her that’s why she’s putting on a show for you. She knows you’re down bad for her muscles and you know it too.

Forty five minutes later Paige and KK walk into the gym. You wave at them both “Hi guys” you smile.

KK does a lil dance “Make a TikTok wimmie Paige don’t wanna” KK drags you off the floor. Paige smacks her teeth “I made three already I dont wanna do more” she whines.

You and KK do a lil dance while Azzi watches stopping what she’s doing. She didn’t like the way KK’s arm was around you during it. You laugh at something the 5’9 basketball player says and Azzi walks over wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Ew you’re all sweaty” you push her off of you and go back to looking at the TikTok you and KK made together. You grab her phone sending it to yourself “You can post that we look so cute” you squeal.

Azzi rolls her eyes and goes to the showers to change. She trusted you but she couldn’t help to get jealous at the way your attention was all on her merely ten minutes ago before her teammates showed up. Said girl showered quickly before putting on sweatpants and tank top with her sneakers before walking back into the gym just to see KK’s arm around your shoulder as you guys laugh about go knows what.

Azzi walks over to you both “Come on baby let’s go” she says waving to her two other teammates. You frown and wave to them while your girlfriend drags you out of the gym and to the empty parking lot. You go to open to passenger door before Azzi pulls you in the back with her.

“What’s going on Az?” you ask her while she closes the car door looking around before looking down at you. She kisses you roughly sliding her tongue in your mouth, you moan into the kiss wrapping your arms around her.

She moves her hand to your waist grabbing it hard you know you might have bruises the next day. You pull away from the kiss and grip her bicep “Azzi please” you moan as her hand rubs down your stomach down to where you needed her most.

Azzi looks down at you brushing a stand of your hair from your face “What you need me now? KK ain’t here to make you laugh” you grow confused at her words before it clicks.

“Wait are jealous of KK? Of KK?” You laugh at her and Azzi moves her hand into your pants rubbing your clit in figure eights. You moan and she smirks kissing your neck, sucking on your pulse point. You close your eyes and lean your head back gripping Azzi’s waist pulling her closer to you. She moves away from your neck and kisses you before sliding one of her fingers into you.

“F-fuck Azzi” you moan out as she moves one finger in and out of you fast. Azzi looks down at you her big hand gripping your neck making you look at her “No one can make you feel this good huh baby” she asks sliding a second finger into you.

“No one but you A-Azzi all you” you moan again and she pushes her hand on your lower stomach. You grip her waist and your body jolts up “Please- gonna Im gonna cum” you moan out.

Azzi nods and starts going faster “Come on baby come for me” you moan out as the band in your stomach snaps. Azzi slows down but doesn’t pull out of you. She kisses your softly “You did so good for me” you nod and caress her cheek “I love you Azzi especially when you’re jealous” you laugh as she rolls her eyes.

Azzi lifts herself off the back seat and sits up fixing her clothes before takes your pants and panties off of you. She goes on her gym bag and grabs an extra pair of basketball shorts and puts them on you “When we get home we can take a bath okay baby” Azzi says helping you up.

You nod “Yeah I can cook us some pasta too Im kinda hungry” you look at your girlfriend up and down “I know something I can eat right now” your smirk.

Azzi looks down at you and you get on your knees in front of her. You look up at her innocently playing with the string of her sweatpants. Azzi lifts her hips sliding her pants and panties down before grabbing your head “Come on baby” you go forward and start licking at her clit before shoving your tongue in her.

She moans form above you and grips the back of the seat with one hand and the other holds your head in between her legs. Your knees squish into the hard car floor but you don’t notice too focused on trying to make Azzi cum.

She grips your hair tighter “Good girl So-so close baby” you move your tongue faster inside her and move your thumb to rub her clit. Her thighs squeeze around your head as she cums into your mouth. You pull away wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

“Thanks baby” Azzi pets your head breathing heavily. You smile “No thank you babe come on” you grab a wipe and clean her up before helping her slide her pants back on.

Azzi gets up and opens the passenger door for your kissing your head before moving to the drivers side. She starts the car but Paige runs over and knocks on the window.

“We all going to the movies tonight yall two wanna come?” Paige asks out of breath from running to Azzi’s car. You nod and Azzi shoves Paige’s sweaty arm off her window “Yeah we will be there but we going to stop at home first” Paige nods and looks around the car before giving you both a nasty look.

“This car smells like sex and sweat you freaks oh my god” Paige slaps Azzi on the shoulder before running back into the gym.

You laugh “She’s not wrong” you say and Azzi grabs your thigh before moving out of the parking lot and down to the street. Rolling her eyes at you “We are freaks” you look at her shocked “I meant it smells like sex you freak” Azzi laughs and counties to drive you both home.

TAURASILUVR ATE THIS UP OF COURSEEEEE DONT PLAY WITH HERRRR😍😍

1. Can I please be a new anon!! ( 🫦 )

2.UR LIL FICS EAT TF UP PLEASE DO PAIGE BUECKERS WITH A SIZE KINK AND DRACOPHILA (I 100% spelled that wrong) AND PAIGE IS LIKE A BIT JEALOUS AND TAKES IT OUT ON HER GIRL

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yes bae welcome to the famfam! and of course cause paige is the QUEEN of size kinks and dacryphilia

you knew you were playing with fire the moment you began talking to that girl, you could feel paige's eyes burning holes in the back of your head. you knew paige didn't play, especially when it came to her not so discreet jealousy issues, but you didn't mind. you always played off of it, knowing it would pay off in the end.

and yes, it will.

"open your mouth," paige practically growled as she gazed down at you, her blue eyes dilated and focused completely on you. when you didn't open your mouth in a timely manner, of course paige took it into her own hands.

"you're being bratty tonight, huh? gonna fuck all that brattiness outta you, princess." paige growled, her grip on your chin firm as she held your mouth open. her fingers slipped inside, pressing down on your tongue, making you gag slightly.

your eyes watered as you looked up at her, the intensity in her gaze making your heart race. you could feel the heat pooling between your legs, the anticipation building with every second.

"that's right," paige murmured, her voice low and commanding. "want you to remember who you belong to."

she withdrew her fingers and replaced them with something else, something thicker and more demanding. the silicone tip of her strap-on slid between your lips, filling your mouth completely. you let out a muffled moan, your hands gripping her thighs for support.

"good girl," paige praised, her voice a seductive purr. "take it all, oh fuck. show me how much you love my cock."

you did your best to comply, your tongue swirling around the toy as you bobbed your head, taking it deeper with each movement. paige's big hand rested on the back of your head, guiding your pace, her own breath growing heavier with arousal.

"look at you," she breathed, her eyes dark with lust. "so desperate for me. you drive me fucking crazy, baby."

she pulled you off the strap, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the toy. "on the bed," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

you scrambled onto the bed, your body trembling with anticipation. paige followed, her predatory gaze never leaving you. she climbed on top of you, her hands gripping your hips as she positioned herself between your legs.

she then thrust into you with one smooth, powerful motion, filling you completely with no warning. you cried out, your hands clutching at the sheets as the intense sensation overwhelmed you.

paige didn't give you time to adjust, her pace relentless from the start. she drove into you with a ferocity that left you gasping for breath, her grip on your hips bruising.

"you like this, don't you?" she panted, her eyes locked on your face. "like it when i fuck you hard."

"o-oh fuck," you moaned, tears streaming down your cheeks from the intensity of it all. "i love it, i love you," you cried out, your back arching to her touch.

her hand moved to your stomach, pressing down just above where she was pounding into you. the pressure added a new dimension to the sensation, making you cry out in pleasure.

"oh fuck, that's it," she growled, her thrusts becoming even more precise. "feel me deep inside you. know that you're all fuckin' mine."

you vision blurred with tears as you teetered on the edge, the pressure on your stomach and her possessive words driving you closer and closer to the brink.

"paige, fuck!" you gasped, your voice breaking. "gonna cum,"

"do it," she commanded, her voice fierce. "fucking cum for me, baby. show me how much you love this."

with a final, powerful thrust, she sent you over the edge. your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing with the force of it. paige held you tightly, her own breath ragged as she continued to move, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

as you came down from the high, paige slowed her movements, her touch becoming gentle and soothing. she kissed your tear-streaked cheeks, murmuring soft words of praise and love.

so yeah, the jealousy did pay off in the end.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

Am I the only one peeping Geno disrespecting Paige during the after game interviews…

I got you Pookie muah - cosmo

( Also this is my first time writing smut )

Attitude

Paige BUECKERS x fem reader

warnings: angst to smut

Tonight you and your girlfriend Paige were going out to a bar with the team. All day you were in a bad mood, one you failed your astronomy exam. Also Paige left you this morning without saying goodbye for practice then comes home at six pm saying to get ready.

You put on a tight black dress with matching black heels and gold jewelry. You look in the mirror, thank god you straightened your hair last night. Paige walks in and looks at you up and down “ Your so gorgeous baby “ she says. You look up at her for a second and roll your eyes “ Thanks “ walking out of the room you grab Nika’s hand and go outside with her. Paige follows you both and gets into the drivers seat of her car while you and Nika get in the back “ Why aren’t you sitting next to me in the front? “ Paige asks you.

“ Because I can “ you say looking away and at the window crossing your arms. Paige choosing to ignore your attitude for now as she drives you guys to the bar. Once you get there Nika goes inside first and you go to follow her before Paige grabs you hand pulling you back towards her. Letting out a puff of air you look at Paige “ What? “ you ask her crossing you arms again.

Raising her brows Paige mimics you by crossing her arms as well “ What’s wrong baby? What happened? “ she asks you. You look up at her for a second before abruptly turning around and rushing inside of the bar. You find Nika and order a shot with her she smiles at you and you smile back and clink your glasses together “ Cheers “ you both say together before drowning the shots. You order two more shots and drown them before going to the dance floor and starting to sway your hips to the beat.

A few moments later while you’re dancing you feel someone grabbing your hips pulling you flush against them. Turning around you hope to see your girlfriend instead you look up seeing a boy you don’t know. Immediately you push him away and Paige walks up to you grabbing your arm dragging you outside of the bar without a word. She opens the car door and you get in sitting down and Paige closes the door and walks around getting into the car and starts driving without looking at you.

Deciding to ignore your girlfriend since she was ignoring you first. You sit down in the car with your arms and legs crossed looking out of the window playing with your hair. Paige turns her head to look at you a few times, to say she was angry was an understatement all day you have given her attitude and then she sees you dancing with another guy. The tension in the car was thick with anger and frustration coming off the both of you.

Once Paige parks the car you step out and walk inside the apartment you shared with her and a few other girls and go inside to your room ignoring her. As you sit down and take off your jewelry and shoes Paige storms into the room “ WHAT THE FUCK IS THE ISSUE Y/N? “ she asks you.

Rolling your eyes you ignore her and get up putting your shoes back into the closet. Paige grabs your chin making you look up at her, she squints her eyes “ What’s with the attitude huh princess? You need me to fuck it out of you? Yeah that’s what you need “ she says to you moving her hand to your throat squeezing lightly.

You subconsciously squeeze your legs together and of course Paige notices she smirks and pushes you down onto her bed. She climbs on top of you and starts kissing down your neck trying to get a rise out of you. Being the petty girl you are you say nothing and try to keep still even though with every kiss she leaves on you the hotter and wetter you get.

Paige groans and moves up and grabs your neck again making you look at her “ Come on baby you know you want me “ she says rubbing your clit over your panties. You shake your head now and accidentally let out a whine when she slips her hand into your underwear rubbing your clit slowly. You look up at her with doe eyes, breathing heavy “ Please p-please Paigey “ whining you grab her arm.

Paige keeps going “ Apologize first “ she says smirking at you. You struggle for a moment not knowing what to do before nodding your head “ M sorry Paigey so sorry sorry “ you spit out. She tilts her head looking at you “ Sorry for what baby? “ she pretends to feel bad for you.

You let out a breath as she slips a finger into you moving slowly “ I was a b-brat, sorry for-for attitude s-sorry please p-please “ you moan.

Paige smiles at you and starts pushing into you with two fingers, her thumb rubbing your clit. She uses her other hand to take your dress off of you and she immediately starts kissing your breasts leaving hickeys all over you. You moan and start to feel that pit in the bottom of your stomach “ m close paigey “ you moan out and then Paige stops her movements and sits up straddling you.

You look up at her “ w-what? “ you ask her swallowing your spit. Paige smirks at you and kisses down your body until she reaches your thighs, she leaves big wet kissing everywhere but the place you need her. You watch her and grab her hair making her look at you “ please please please I need you P I need you so bad m sorry “ you whine.

“ good girl baby “ she says before wrapping her lips around your clit sucking and moving her two fingers inside of you. You moan and push her head down with your hand as you feel your climax approaching. Looking down at Paige “ m gonna cum p-paigey “ you moan. She starts going faster and pulls away from your clit moving up to kiss you “ Come on baby cum for me princess “ she tells you kissing your neck. You moan and cum all over her fingers your baby spasming.

Paige smiles at you and kisses your forehead “ you did so good baby “ she tells you. You nod tiredly as Paige gets up grabbing a wet towel then moving to clean your body making sure to get gentle because you were still sensitive.

Paige crawls into bed with you and pulls you onto her chest. You close your eyes “ I’m sorry for today I was stressed with school sorry my love “ you say to Paige.

She nods looking down at you and kissing your forehead before playing with your hair “ it’s okay baby I love you “ she says. You nod and mumble out an “ I love you “ before falling asleep.

SEND REQUESTS GUYS SORRY IF THIS WAS BAD IT WAS MY FIRST SMUT EVER

yall i need a paige bueckers fanfic whet reader has an attitude and paige puts her in her place idc if it had smut i jsut need one so bad 😩