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Pretty Thing

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem

context: After you refuse to give up any information, the black widow finds another way force it out of you

warnings: choking, fingering, forced orgasm, smut, corruption kink

At first you thought you had a chance against her, your plan was foolproof or so you thought. When you were told by your boss to take out the one and only Black Widow, you were terrified. But the plan your boss gave you installed confidence so you went. In the beginning you thought you could actually get her, breaking into her home unannounced.

But she heard you, she found you and she got you, I mean of course she did she was the Black Widow after all. She grabbed you before you could even register that she as behind you.

Now here you were sat on the chair, hands tied behind your back, legs tied to the chair and a cloth shoved in your mouth.

The read head walks around in a circle like a predator does its pray, her strong eyes watching every small move you make. She studies you trying to figure you out. Your big eyes stare back at her terrified, for all you knew she could kill you right now, she had a reason too after all you broke into her home trying to kill her.

Her eyes bore into yours as she bends down right infront of you “Now little thing did you really think you could get me?” she asks.

Not moving a muscle you stare back at her not daring to say a word, not that you could with the cloth in your mouth.

The widow smirks “I’ll make you talk” she says walking away from you. Her back faces you as you try to break free from the ropes tying you down. It goes to no use as she turns around blade in her hand “Now when I take this out of your mouth you better not scream or I’ll cut you” she threatens holding the knife to your throat.

Slowly she pulls the cloth out of your mouth throwing it beside her. You swallow your spit mouth dry as you cough slightly. Her eyes bore into yours as she pushes the knife harder into your neck, but not hard enough to draw blood “Now tell me suka, what were you trying to do?” she asks you her other hand coming to hold your jaw and make you look at her.

Staring into her green eyes you keep your mouth shut, staring at her blankly. You know if you have up any information they’d kill you on the spot.

“Oh no we can’t have you all quiet can we? Not at all now I’ll ask again, what were you trying to do?” Natasha asks her knife pushing deeper in your skin causing a few drops of blood drip down the knife.

Whimpering slightly you drop your eyes down to the floor still refusing to speak. Her mouth comes close to your ear her breath fanning the side of your face “Oh come on little thing speak for me, let me hear that pretty voice” she husks in your ear her hot breath on the side of your face.

Keeping your mouth shut, you can’t stop the heat the pools between your legs. Your thighs clench together at her voice and your eyes falter slightly.

She noticed and laughs “This turns you on pretty? Huh guess we could have fun” she smirks moving her lips to your neck kissing the side of it, moving the knife down onto the floor.

You stifle a moan as her free hand moves to your thigh rubbing up and down. Her hand moves higher and higher until it’s at the waistband of your pants “Pretty little thing arn’t you” she says moving away from your neck to look at your face.

Her face comes closer to yours her lips almost touching yours as she stares at you. Her hand moves into your pants, her fingers rub your folds above your panties “Your so wet you do like this don’t you?” she asks feeling the wet spot on your underwear.

She moves your underwear to the side slipping her fingers through your folds “F-fuck” you stutter your chests falling up and down as your breath heavily.

Her lips turn up into a smile “So you can speak dekta” she mumbles pushing her two fingers on your clit. Keeping pressure there she watched as your face starts to crumble “Come on speak for me and I’ll make you feel good pretty thing” she tells you pushing harder on your clit.

“What- what do you want me to say?” You ask her breathlessly.

Natasha brings her face closer to yours closing the gap between you two as she kisses your lips. She dominates the kiss pushing her tongue in your mouth exploring your mouth her fingers move down prodding at your hole.

Abruptly she pulls away from the kiss “Tell me what you want dekta” she commands her green eyes boring into your waiting for your response.

She didn’t think this was how things would have went between you both but she wasn’t complaining. In her eyes you were gorgeous and she truly did wonder why you tried to kill her knowing how strong she was. She liked your confidence and how hard you tried to stay strong but she needed to see you break, to crumble under her, for her to corrupt you.

“I-I want you to, make me feel good please Natasha— please” You beg her just wanting to feel good, the ache between your legs growing by the second.

The widow nods “Of course dekta I’ll make you feel good” she smirks shoving two of her fingers into you without warning.

Your jaw drops as you moan your body quivering slightly as her two long fingers stretch you out.

Her other hand comes to hold your neck, her fingers wrap around almost fully as she holds you in place.

Natasha’s fingers pump in and out of quickly as she squeezes your neck stopping the moans from leaving your lips.

“Come on pretty thing speak to me, tell me how I make you feel” She commands her fingers curling inside of you.

Taking in a deep strained breath with her fingers still around your throat “F-fells so good Tasha— so good” you tell her the best you could without whimpering.

Smirking she starts pumping her fingers deeper into you hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars.

Squeezing harder around your neck she stops your airflow. She watching as your wide eyes stare at her terrified, your hands trying to pull out of the restraints. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out for a second she stares at you before letting go.

Finally being able to breathe you suck in air, filling your lungs “W-why did— why did you?” you can’t even finish your question through your breathing.

“Because I like watching crumble under me dekta, just look so pretty like that” She whispers her fingers speeding up, her thumb comes to rub your clit quickly matching her thrusts.

Your walls squeeze around her fingers “Please, please let me cum” you beg her your breathing picking up once more.

Watching you for a moment she nods “Go on pretty thing fall apart on my fingers” she tells you pushing down on your clit.

You let go letting yourself fall apart as you cum on her fingers with a loud moan. Her eyes watch your face as your jaw drops eyes staring into hers.

Your juices cost her fingers as she slowly pulls them out of you before putting them into her mouth. She sucks your juices off of them moaning “Fuck dekta you taste so sweet” she tells you after pulling her fingers out of her mouth.

She slowly moved her face closer to yours once more her breath fanning your lips “Now tell me pretty thing, why were you here in the first place?” she asks you.

Don’t get me started on UConn’s lives they are the best

Hi stinkabutt how are you today

omg hi stink i am doing well… anxiously waiting for more lives but what else is new ❤️❤️ hru?!?!?!??!!?

hii ur an amazing writer i love ur fics sm do u wanna be friends 🙏 i have literally none sorry if this sounds weird im horrible at talking to people lmaooo

NOO GIRL PLEASE WE CAN 100% BE FRIENDS LIKE MESSAGES ME WHENEVER POOKIE

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Stopp you got me giggling and kicking my feet luv you pookie 💋

we don't talk about this tiktok enough

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It’s so cute, I wish we could hear them laughing

Caroline Harvey X Fem Headcannons

Her love language is physical touch 100% she is always touching you in some way

Her hand is always around your waist no matter where you are

You support her career so much always at her games cheering her and her team on

You scream as KK scores the winning point for her team. You jump up and down and clap your hands together “GOOD JOB BABY” you yell. Your girlfriend runs up to you in her hockey gear and you run and meet her in the middle and she hugs you tightly her face in your hair.

“Thanks princess couldn’t have done it without you” she whispers before pulling away from you. Caroline looks you up and down her hands on your hips “You look so pretty in my jersey” she says out of breath.

You blush a bit and look up at the girl “Thanks now go celebrate with your team I’ll be here waiting for you” she shakes her head no to your words. You furrow your brows at your girlfriend “You are my team my person cheerleader your coming with me” she says smirking before picking you up and running back to her team with your squealing in her arms.

YOU GUYS GO ON DUNKIN RUNS 24/7

The team loves you like your one of them

Watching her work out at the gym>>

You sit with your back against the wall, your knees to your chest watching your girlfriend lift weights. You bite your lip watching her muscles flex with every move she makes, she knew you loved her muscles, and she did too they were one of her biggest flex’s. You don’t notice when Caroline looks at you through the mirror catching you eyeing her down.

“Like what you see baby?” She ask putting the weights down and walking up to you. She looks down at you as you nod shyly and hand her a bottle of water “Of course I do, why do you think I’m here?” you ask her smiling.

Caroline rolls her eyes “You only come here to watch me” she states moving down to sit next to you. You kiss her cheek “What can I not admire my beautiful girlfriend?” you ask her sarcastically, she blushes a bit before getting up and pulling you up with her. She grabs your cheek caressing it for a moment before pulling you into a kiss slowly. You pull away and hold her biceps squeezing them for a second and pulling away “Finish your reps and we can go get lunch” you say she nods at your words and you go to one of the machines and sitting on it while you watch her finish her reps.

Your definitely her passenger princess

You both steal each other’s clothes all the time

You guys basically just have one big closet together

MOVIE AND CUDDLING NIGHTS

You and Caroline are laying together in her dorm room watching Inside Out Two together on her TV. Your head on her chest with your arms around her waist, mindlessly drawing random shapes on her abs. One of her hands in playing with your hair and the other is around your shoulders holding you in place.

Caroline looks down at your for a second and kisses your cheek “You know this Riley girl is basically you” you says laughing a bit. She groans “Everyone says that on TikTok I don’t see it” she denies looking at the TV then back at you.

“She’s blonde, blue eyes, plays hockey that’s literally you in another universe” you state turning your head to face the girl. You move your body so you’re playing directly on top of her. Her hand comes to flatten your hair before caressing your cheek “Okay maybe we are a little alike just a bit” she sighs.

You smile at the girl and bend your leg while your arms wrap around her. She kisses your head and her hand comes to rub up and down your back softly, as you both put your attention back on the movie playing.

She leaves hickeys all over your neck sometimes on purpose when she’s jealous

You lowkey get her jealous in purpose because you know what will happen after

Complementing her 24/7 just to see her blush

Falling asleep on face time when she has an away game and you can’t go

Kisses on your forehead all the time

Takes you shopping and makes you try on whatever she wants to see you wear

Pulling you to sit on her lap even when there are chairs available

Massaging her body after a rough practice or game

She’s always staring at you with those heart eyes and fans make edits out of it

My stalking skills come in handy I fear the amount of rare nika pics I have is insane I may or may not have a whole folder

Here are some KK Harvey rares to cheer you up

- love laurie

i love you for this 😞💗

word count: 1.9k

- Shorty - 

Clarisse la rue x fem!short!aphrodite!reader

Based on this request!!

summary: when past insecurities of your height come rising back up due to a pack of stupid kids, your girlfriend is there to pick up the pieces.

warnings: small scene of bullying, name calling (just a ton of bullying about being short), kinda oc clarisse i think idk. Kinda shitty cuz i have insane writers blockkkkkkk i honestly may re-write it soon cuz i kinda hate this. just my writing. the request is so cute thoughhhhh. kinda less of protective clarisse and more of soft clar im sorrrryyyyy. yeah i think ima re-write. sorry im ranting.

a/n: okayyyyy this took way to long. Im so sorry dear @cosmopretty!! I broke up with my bf of three years, a ton of stuff happened, but im finally back!! Thank you for requesting and im actually so sorry it took so long! <3

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Being short in a world where height mattered was always an uphill battle for you. Literally. When was the last time you heard a Greek myth about a hero who was short and didn’t get stepped on by the monster they were trying to fight?

The second part didn’t affect you too much though. Not until you were a bit older. When you were just a kid, it was easier, as the only struggle you had was weird delusions of hidouses monsters nobody else could see and bullies that targeted your height.

When a satyr had shown up when you were young and told you that you were in great danger and had to come with him, you’d honestly thought about pulling the fire alarm so that you didn’t get kidnapped. One of the winged beasts only you see crashed through a window and launched at you though, so you’d reluctantly went with him.

That’s how you found yourself at camp half blood, where things like height didn’t matter as much to kids that were a satyrs hoove close to death at any given moment. You’d met kids like you, ones that made you feel less insecure about your height by the way they could easily take down the older kids in sword fights by using their height to their advantage. Then, you met Clarisse.

You’d honestly thought she would bully you, as she had a rep around here for doing that to anyone who dared look at her for too long, but she had seemed to take a liking to you.

She’d only flirted with you at any given chance, and then time flew by, and suddenly you were taking her out on a date after begging Chiron to let you guys go see a movie. You’d never left her side after that, and she never wanted you too.

“Baby.” Clarisse mumbles, keeping her grip on your waist tight when you try to get out of her bed. You’d been cuddling all morning despite her needing to go to training and finish the chores she didn’t do yesterday along with the ones she needs to do today, but she just doesn’t seem to be ready to get up.

You chuckle softly, brushing some hair out of her face which makes her smile a bit. She knows you have to get up and go back to your cabin, though her eyes never fail to make you agree to five more minutes of cuddle time.

So you lay back down, enjoying the peace of her cabin that never really comes unless her siblings are out like they are right now.

After a few minutes you get up despite her many complaints, throwing on her hoodie and brushing your hair in a mirror. Being an aphrodite kid, your looks are important to you, and you’d rather not go outside with bed hair.

Clarisse comes up behind you, chin resting on the top of your head and arms wrapped around your torso. “Hey shorty.” You giggle, leaning back into her before pushing her away when she begins to poke at your side in an attempt to annoy you. She loves your height, never missing a chance to remind you that she’s taller by using your head as a resting point, or towering over you when you talk to her. It makes her smile and it amuses you, so you let it happen.

The fact that it erases your insecurities, even if for just a few minutes, is just a bonus.

Finally you leave her cabin, rushing off to your own and quickly greeting your siblings before you begin getting ready, a permanent blush on your face with the memory of your girlfriend.

After getting ready and packing your bag, you leave your cabin, nodding towards Clarisse in greeting across the green. Today is Friday, which means capture the flag, which means Clarisse’s favorite day. She enjoys these blood fests, and though you do too, nobody- including you- is as crazy and rough about it as your girlfriend.

You and your siblings sit at your table in the dinner hall until Chiron calls out for your cabin, and though you all push eachother out of the way, you end up second to last in the line to get food. You sigh, rolling your eyes at the way Silena sticks her tongue out at you with a smug smile before you lean on the wall and wait for your turn.

Once you’ve got your food, you walk back to your table, though you accidentally run into one of the older kids named Jackson. You try to apologize, but he cuts you off. “Watch where you're walking, hobbit.” You have to admit it makes you a bit upset, but you’ve heard worse, so you just mumble your apology and stumble off.

“Hey shorty! I’m talking to you!” He calls out, followed by some more people giggling as they step up behind you. It sounds gross when they say it, as you're more used to Clarisse calling you that. It doesn’t make you feel warm and flustered when they say it. It just makes you feel small.

You turn around to look at them with a frown of confusion, but it just turns into a plain old frown when you see the way he’s looking at you. The same way all your old bullies would look at you.

Where is Clarisse?

Her cabin still isn’t here, so you're left to just look at him with a scowl. He sees it, and his smug smile only grows.

“Something you wanna say elf? I think Santa needs you back at the factory now.” All his friends laugh, but it’s the worst insult ever, so you just tighten your grip on your tray and glare at him.

“I think you gotta go get back to the kid’s table before Chiron see’s you.” You don’t know why, as that insults as dumb as the others, but it strikes some type of nerve in you and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. It only eggs on Jackson, because he begins high fives his girlfriend Ashley and tells you to go cry about it like a baby.

“Nobody needs a short hero. You’ll be dead before your little girlfriend can save you.”

You basically cower off to your table, head hung low in shame and picking at your food. Your siblings look worried, especially when their attempts for conversation go completely ignored.

Is Jackson right? Is being short completely a disadvantage?

That night, all though your siblings drag you out of bed for a campfire, one set to celebrate another one of your girlfriends wins in capture the flag, you mostly keep to yourself. You sit on one of the logs, watching with sad eyes as everyone else dances around and cheers for Clarisse.

She's only focused on you though. She watches from across the fire as you wipe away tears, a frown stitched onto her face despite the praise coming from her friends and siblings.

Why are you crying?

Clarisse gets up, ignoring her siblings as she walks over to you and kneels down behind you, resting her chin on your head and her arms securely around your waist. You just squirm out of her grip, and she might even say the frown on your face only deepens.

“What's wrong shorty? Nobody gets to cry on my celebration campfire, especially not you.” She attempts a joke, giving you a small smile as she rubs your bag. You roll your eyes, looking at her with the most serious expression she's ever seen on your face.

“You know my name. My name isn't Shorty.”

Clarisse frowns, biting her bottom lip. You'd been this way when you first got to camp, after years of being bullied, but since then she'd reassured you that nobody cared how tall you are and she in fact loves your height.

But this….it makes it seem almost like you're going back to the olds way. Like you're being bullied again.

“Did someone say something?” She questions after a beat of silence, previous sadness replaced by anger as she scans the crowd like she’s just going to know who said something mean to you by reading their mind.

You shake your head, hiding your face in your hands but still not answering her. Finally you look up, eyes filled with a sadness she would kill to see go away before you nod towards where Jackson is cuddling with his girlfriend over on the lawn.

Clarisse immediately gets up in search of her spear, but you grab her wrist, gently tugging her to sit back down. “No. Please Clar. Don’t make it a big deal.” You basically beg, and her eyes slightly soften before they go back to pure rage.

“No. Nobody gets to be mean to you. Tell me what they said.”

You shake your head fast, hand clasped over your mouth. She tilts her head a bit and you once again shake your head no, knee’s bouncing in nervousness at the way she’s staring at you.

So you spill. You tell her everything they said, how mean they were, how bad it made you feel. And by the end of it, you and your sister have to hide her spear from her and convince her not to go kill Jackson and Ashley.

Clarisse takes a deep breath, cracking her knuckles before she sighs. She’s never been very good at comforting people, more so killing them, but here you are, her girlfriend, crying over something someone you barely even know said about you. She has to figure it out.

“I love the way I can put my chin on your head and hold you tight. Makes me feel like I can protect you even more.” She says quietly, clearing her throat and continuing when you look up with a sniffle. “and….I love that you have to get on your tippy toes to kiss me. It makes me smile. And I-I love when you somehow fit yourself into tiny little spaces. Make’s ambushes in fights a lot funnier when I see the look on the other person's face. And…I think you’re a great fighter. You can take me down ⅘ times when we fight, and I think you could protect me in battle better than anyone could. You’re a good demigod, your height just adds to that.”

By the end of it you can’t help but smile, slightly nudging her with a blush. She nods, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you close into her chest. She kisses your forehead, lips lingering there for a second before she pulls away to look you in the eyes.

“I love you shorty.”

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Safe to say, by the next morning, news gets around that Jordan and Ashley are resting in the infirmary with matching broken noses and black eyes.

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i was the special guest (real) (not fake)

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.