SHES SO PRETTY LITERALLY MY POOKIE NOW STOP PLAYING 😝 GO READ HER STORIES

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

COME GIVE ME A KISS BABYGIRL 😽😽

Your acct is so giving Lana Del Rey

oh i'm gonna kiss you SO hard. THANK YOU SO MUCH❗️❗️

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- 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.”

— – — – — – — – —

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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Would yall read if I wrote for the marvel??

- Wanda Maximoff

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Kate Bishop

Or others if requested

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.”

—-

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.

—-

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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I asked Laila if I was her wife and she said “yeah I’m your wife”

CONFIRMED ME AND LAILA ARE MARRIED

Context: Both Nika and Paige have feelings for you, and were jealous of one another. So when Paige makes a joke about being the only woman to make you squirt Nika had to prove her wrong.

Warnings: threesome, fingering, pussy eating, smut, nsfw

a/n: I POSTED THIS AGAIN JUST FOR YOU GUYS B/C I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH <3

It wasn't that you were oblivious and didn't know that Nika and Paige were always flirting with you. It was that you liked it, the attention they gave you, how they treated you like a princess and not to mention how hot they were. They both liked you and secretly they liked each other but neither of the two would ever admit it aloud.

With Nika it was touching you in some way, the girl would hold you forever if she could. She always had an arm around your shoulders or waist and she loved calling you pretty nicknames in Croation because it drove Paige crazy.

With Paige she loved buying you gifts and telling you how beautiful you were. To her you were the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. Every time Nika saw Paige whispering in your ear it drove her crazy.

Everything was a competition between them, if Paige got you to blush Nika was going to make you blush harder. If Nika you a gift, Paige would go get one more expensive. It was game between them, to see who was better for you when in reality they both were.

Which is what led you here naked on Paige's bed with Nika's head between your thighs.

The Croatian girls tongue circles your clit as two of her fingers pump inside of you. You already came once only moments ago and she was already pushing you to another. A hand slides its way around your throat and makes you look up, as you stare up at Paige she bends down kissing your soft lips.

Paige being the cocky girl she was made a joke earlier saying she was the only woman to ever make you squirt. When Nika heard her she knew she had to prove the girl wrong so here you three were.

You moan accidentally detaching your lips from the kiss as Nika's fingers start moving faster and deeper inside of you. Her fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you that makes your head all fuzzy.

"Come on princess you gonna cum again” Nika says pulling away from your clit to look at you from between your thighs.

Nodding your head up and down, you feel Paige's hands move down to your breasts each one massaging your body. You can feel yourself getting closer by the second. Paige's thumbs rub against your harden nipples "Go on babygirl cum for Nika" she whispers kissing down your neck.

All the sensations from the two girls were too much and you can feel yourself squeezing tighter around Nika's fingers. With Paige's hands on your boobs and Nika's fingers inside of you all of it was too much.

"Mm fuck I'm gonna - gonna cum please" You whine your legs starting to shake around Nika’s head.

The brunette moves down to suck your clit harshly pushing you over the edge once again. You felt something snap as you came your juices squirting all over the girl "Fuck- fuck, sorry” you apologize out of breath, as your still leaking all over her and the sheets.

You lay back in the bed leaning against Paige weakly as she wraps her arms around you "Guess I'm not the only one" she mumbles kissing your temple.

Nika licks her lips pulling her fingers out of you slowly wiping her mouth with the back of her hand "See whatever you can do I can do better" the Croatian smirks winking at the girl as she leans over your body kissing your lips.

Paige shakes her head "I bet I could make her cum faster than you" she says staring daggers at her friend.

The brunette raises her brows "Oh really?Let's see" she says moves off of your body grabbing her phone "I'll time you" she tells you.

As Paige goes to move, you shake your head "Wait, no- hold on give me a minute" You say still catching your breath.

Before you can even turn your head Paige is already off the bed fastening the strap around her hips. You look at Paige and groan "I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow" you say aloud.

"Oh don't worry princess when she's done fucking you, I'll be here to fuck you after" Nika smirks kissing your cheek getting up to go grab her strap.

Eat Her For Lunch

KK Arnold x fem smut

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Leaving kisses on your neck KK sucks down on the spot right next to your jaw. Her leg lays in between yours, your clit brushing her knee every time she moves, shooting sparks through you. Her teeth brushes your neck and she licks a strip of your neck, soothing the now purple skin.

KK looks up at you laying down on the bed before her, she licks her lips at the sight of you laying infront of her in only a pair of small black Lacey panties.

“So pretty for me you look edible right now mama” she says looking down at you running her hand up and down your waist. She moves her body down and pulls your legs further apart and holds them in her big hands.

Your body feels like puddy in her hands, it was embarrassing how easily she could rile you up. You let out a shaken breath and look down at the girl in between your legs “Come on KK please” you beg her softly.

Biting her lip she nods “Yeah Ima eat you baby eat you for lunch” she says laughing before pulling your panties off and throwing them on the ground. Her tongue licks a strip up your folds before circling your clit. Both her hands come to hold your thighs apart knowing how you always tried to push them together.

KK moves her head down and trusts her tongue in your hole without warning. A pornographic moan leaves your mouth, as your hand moves above your head gripping the headboard of her bed. Her tongue moves in and out of you swiftly and she moves her head, her nose brushing your clit.

You grab her head pushing her closer to you morning “Feels so good baby” you praise the girl and she moves her tongue in and out of you faster.

The more she moves the more her nose pushes against your clit. Your hips move with her motions, riding against her pretty face. KK moves her head away from a moment to suck your clit “Come on mama ride my face while I eat you” she tells you going back to eating you out.

Moans leave your mouth as you ur hand grips her hair, her hands grip your thighs so hard her nails start to leave marks. Your hips ride her face as her tongue pushes up against your clit. KK grins as you squeeze around her tongue, she moves it even farther inside of your before pushing hard against you and the and that was building up in your stomach finally snaps.

Your juices leak onto her tongue and she licks it all, KK moves your thighs further apart before sliding her finger up your pussy and sticking it into her mouth. She moans at the taste of you “Fuck mama you taste so sweet” she says looking up at you through your legs.

You nod out of breath and give her a lazy smile. She licks her lips and smirks “I want more ma” she says before diving in between your legs once again.

Diddd you finish season 5 yet???

who was gonna tell me that season 5 episode 12 of all american was pure depression

i didnt stop crying that entire episode hello

Little Sister Part Two

Nika Mühl x fem

warnings: angst, smut

Part one: little sister

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“WHAT THE FUCK”

Nika hold her hands up in surrender “Yo Paige let me-“ your older sister lets out a breath and walks towards Nika sizing her up pointing her finger in her face. “She’s my baby sister Nika what the fuck is wrong with you” Paige holds her fists so hard her knuckles start to turn white.

You stand in front of Nika and look at Paige “It’s not her fault” you say. The air in the room shifts and the tall blonde looks down at you.

“She’s twenty two and your eighteen she’s my age Y/n what the fuck” Paige says trying her hardest not to yell at you. She hated hurting you in anyway since you both didn’t argue much at all.

Nika looks down at you before looking back at Paige “She’s old enough to make her own decisions it’s none of your business” the second those words leave her mouth Paige snaps. You watch in shock as Paige shoves Nika before punching her in the face. You shove Paige then Ice and KK run in grabbing Paige by the waist and dragging her outside away from you and Nika. You look down at the girl on your bed and rush to her holding her face in your hands. You caresses her cheek “Are you okay my love?” you ask your voice filled with concern.

Nika nods and bringer a hand up to rub her bloody lip “It’s fine it doesn’t hurt that bad” she says getting up and pulling you with her.

“Are you sure? I’m going to kill Paige I swear she can’t just hit you it’s crazy-“ Nika puts her finger on your mouth shutting you up. You look at her confused “I don’t blame Paige I would do the same thing but at least we don’t have to hide us” she says looking down at you.

You furrow your brows “Yeah and what is us? What even are we?” you ask genuinely confused. Nika shrugs “I like you and you like me so first I take you out on a date then we figure it out because I want you to be mines” she smirks. You roll your eyes at the girl and pull her into your bathroom. She sits on the floor laying her hands on her knees looking up at you as you find things to use to clean her face. You wet a towel with warm water and turn your head before bending down next to Nika and start gently cleaning her bloody lip.

The bathroom is silent as you help her out neither of you knew what to say to one another.

Meanwhile Paige sits in the couch with the girls trying her hardest not to get up and run back into your room. KK looks at Paige “Well at least Nika is better than all the other people Y/n has dated” she shrugs.

Paige looks at KK slowly turning her head just blinking at the girl. Caroline rolls her eyes “Paige let’s be real it was obvious Nika liked her I mean she was more protective of Y/n than you were and you know Nika won’t hurt Y/n so don’t blame her” Paige nods at her words before putting her head in her hands pulling her blonde hair.

“Yeah but that’s my little sister the fact that she’s dating my twin is just weird” she groans not wanting to think about you both together.

Ice rubs Paige’s back “You punched her in the face, the least you could do is apologize but think for a second Nika wouldn’t hurt Y/n and she would be good for her and you know it your just too hard headed to accept it”

You walk into the living room playing with your hands holding a bag of ice “Paige” you say in a quiet voice scared of what’s gonna happen. She looks up at you from her seat on the couch and motions you to sit next to her. The girls walk out of the room and go outside to the backyard where Drew was playing to give you guys some privacy.

You grab her hand and lay the ice over it slowly “I’m sorry” you apologize not knowing why or what you were even apologizing for. Paige looks at you shaking her head before wrapping her other arm around you pulling you into her “No I’m sorry I shouldn’t of hit her just please explain to me what’s going on” she says.

You nod and lay your head on your older sister’s shoulder “I liked Nika for a while now but we didn’t do anything before today I swear. She told me how she felt about me and we kissed for the first time today and I really like her Paige and I think she really likes me. She’s good for me and if you don’t want us together we won’t be but please support this for me” you lift your head from her shoulder and look at her.

Paige thinks for a moment before shaking her head “Fine but no kissing in front of me or any of that lovey dovey shit please” you squeal and hug her thanking her over and over. She laughs and pushes you off her gently before getting up. Both of you walk into the bathroom and Nika gets up when she sees you both walk in. Paige groans “You can date my sister but if you hurt her twin Ima hurt you” Nika nods and daps Paige up and your older sister walks out of the bathroom to go outside with everyone else.

Nika looks down at you smiling “So now what?” you look at her confused “What do you mean?” You ask.

She walks towards you causing you to walk back into your bedroom. You watch as Nika closes your door locking it before looking you up and down. You grab her shoulders and bring her down to kiss you. She kisses you grabbing your waist and you whine into the kiss. She pushes you down onto the bed again your body falling onto the soft comforter as she got on top of you not breaking the kiss.

Nika's hips rolled against yours and a groan fell from both of your mouths. She watched your head dig into the pillows and she leaned forward. Her lips landed next to your ear, her accent coming out strong “So pretty bebo”

Her head moves down you kissing your neck leaving warm opened mouth wet kisses. You grab her neck urging her to keep going. She sucks on the sweet spot on your neck and you accidentally let out a moan.

You cover your face with your hands groaning out of embarrassment. Nika pulls your hands away “Don’t be shy baby I wanna hear you” she smiles holding the bottom of your shirt in her hands “Can I take this off? Please” you nod and she pulls your shirt off your body.

Nika straddles your hips and looks down at you “Your so beautiful” you smile at the girl above you. Your body heating up as you breath heavily “Your the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen Nika” you say honestly looking up at her.

She pulls her shirt off of her body and pulls your pants off leaving you in only your black bra and lacey panties. You thank god that today you wore cute undergarments and not granny panties. Nika goes back down kissing your chest leaving hickeys in places only you would see. She moves her hands to your back clipping your bra off before pulling it off. She looks down at your chest “Jebi se, dušo, ne znaš što mi radiš” she mumbles before latching onto one of your nipples sucking and biting.

You grab her hair and moan as her tongue swirls around you nipple her other hand coming to play with the other one. She kisses down your stomach before hovering over your pussy. She blows on your cunt and your whole body shivers.

“Please Nika I need you” you whine and she moves her hand to rub your cunt over your panties. She nods her head at you “Yeah? What do you want me to do?” She teases you.

She loves how sensitive you were to her touch how your eyes glossed over and all you needed was her and her only.

You groan “I need you to touch me please before someone walks in on us” Nika rolls her eyes and moves her head into your pants rubbing your folds. You bite back a moan at her movements “Your so wet is this all for me bebo” she says her voice husky.

You nod “All for you Nika all yours” you moan as she slides one finger into your hole. She watches your every move and she moves her finger in and out of you slowly before adding another one. Your cunt squeezes around her fingers “F-fuck baby” you moan out trying to stay quiet but your body doesn’t want to be quiet.

You moan loudly before Nika puts her other hand over your mouth “Shh baby we can’t have people hear you can we” you nod and she keeps her hand over your mouth before moving her fingers in and out of you. Her thumb starts to rub your clit in circles and your body jolts at that moment. Nika moves her head down and starts kissing behind your ear “ želiš li svršiti princezu” she asks forgetting you don’t understand her.

She moves her hand form your mouth and kisses your slowly before repeating her self in English “do you want to cum princess” she asks pouting at you. You nod your head fast and she starts moving her fingers impossibly faster.

Your head falls back onto the pillows behind you and Nika looks down at you brushing your hair from your face. You whimper at the feeling building up in your stomach ready to snap. Nika feels you tighten around her fingers “Come on baby let go for me” she whispers.

Your body jolts and she holds your hips down as you cum. She watches your mouth open without any sound coming out of it. You breath heavily and look at Nika who flopped down to lay beside you “Fuck that was wow that was” you don’t finish your sentence not knowing what to say to the girl.

Nika smirks “speechless huh I did good” she says proud of herself. You shove her and turn your body to face her “Want me to make you feel good?” you ask.

She shakes her head no and moves her big hand to cup your cheek “No today was about you bebo but I do expect you ti return the favor soon” she bites her lip looking at you up and down “Did I mention how beautiful you are?” She asks.

You shrug “Maybe once or twice” you laugh getting up in wobbly legs. You Change into a new outfit and hand Nika one of your hoodies. She puts it on and walks over to your wrapping her strong arms around your waist “I really like you” she whispers in your ear. You turn your head and kiss her cheek “I really like you too ma” you whisper and lay a soft kiss on her lips.

“Be my girlfriend? Like officially” Nika asks nervously bitting her lip. You nod your head “Yes of course dumbass” you jump into her arms and kiss her again. She holds you up by your thighs “Don’t get me started again bebo I won’t hold back” she says after she pulls away from the kiss.

You jump down from her arms before turning and fixing your hair in the mirror. You grab her hand and the both of you go outside to hang out with Paige and everyone.