WHAT DO WE THINK OF THE NEW THEME I CHOOSE PURPLE BECAUSE ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE COLORS

THEME DEVOURED

Thank you pookieeee muahhhh

Sorry I haven’t been posting fics I’m like depressed

Can you do some more Pazzi x reader, I love all of your fics btw 💜

Yessss send some Pazzi x fem requests please

She texted me I’m actually going to pass out I love her so much

Thanks and same goes for you if you ever wanna talk or anything I’m here for you love you pookie🫶

I literally hate my life like all my “friends” are not really my friends like they all always hangout without me and leave me out and then have their own friends. Like im so annoying right now like all I want is friends who actually can be real friends but no everyone gotta be fake. Like this is pissing me off my mom is always asking me to go out but I can’t because I have no one to go out with like IM SO MAD

anyways sorry for ranting needed to get that off of my chest new fics coming out tonight

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.

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THE HAIR THE BODY THE FACE

BUSSANUT HOLY SHIT

clarisse la rue x reader where the reader and clarisse are bsfs and reader is being bullied by a couple of aphrodite girls, and clarisse find out and flips out then clarisse confesses :))) i love your writing!!

THATS MY BEST FRIEND....RIGHT? . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

pairing: clarisse la rue x iris!fem!reader

warnings: swearing, violence (mentions of physical assault - clarisse calling the girls out), teenagers being bitches and calling ppl names

a/n: this was soo cute to write omg. this also would've been out sooner but then tumblr shut down before i had the chance to save it 😭

if you walked up to any camper and asked them which two campers were best friends every single on of them would go clarisse and y/n.

it was like a second nature to them by now.

clarisse a daughter of ares and y/n a daughter of iris. not the most likely duo, but you fit. you clicked in a way you hadn't with anyone else.

you were the only person who could talk clarisse down when she was worked up. and she was the only person who could break through to you when you were lost in your world of paints and colors.

you had first met clarisse your third week at camp. you were sitting in the stands watching campers spar - well watching was a stretch, you were actually painting - and clarisse had finished up with the camper she was fighting. she had walked up the stands and plopped straight down next to you with a huge grin on her face. it had been almost irresistible to not look back up at her with a matching smile.

that was the first time someone had ever managed to pull you away from your paintings. it wasn't the last.

from then on you and clarisse had practically been inseparable. you were the camp's unofficial official bsf's.

clarisse.

your mind often drifts to clarisse when you paint. her soft skin, curly luscious hair, and adorable smile. they constantly popped into your mind - it was hard not to paint something clarisse related honestly.

"hey you." a presence drops beside you on the grass.

"hi," you offer softly, looking up from your painting which surprise surprise was a painting of clarisse.

"ooh i like this one," she says pointing at the now dry canvas - how long were you staring at it?? "it really brings out my eyes."

you dip your head blushing. "uh thanks."

"hey," clarisse says tilting your head up. "don't be embarrassed. i love it. its one hundred percent going with my collection." her gentle touch sends tingles through your skin and causes you to blush even more.

she grins and picks up the painting, "im gonna put it with the others in my cabin, i'll be right back." clarisse picks the painting up not even listening to your protests of how its technically not finished and races off to her cabin.

you sit the and pull out another canvas, determined to not paint clarisse twice in one morning, its happened before.

"look at the ugly ass painter and her little canvas," a sneer comes from in front of you. you don't hear them already lost in your world of paints.

"what shit painting are you doing now?"

you still don't hear them. the only way you could notice their presence was the shadow above you - but again you're still wrapped in a world of colors merging and dancing over the canvas.

you're painting a bouquet of wildflowers. the colors blending perfectly together. you're immensely happy with they ways its turning out but then voices start to break through your haze.

"hey bitch? are you ignoring me?"

"art slut? did you hear me? that's the ugliest thing ever and i'm not talking about the painting."

a hand whips across your face and someone rips you away from the painting. "you in there art bitch?" you finally notice the four aphrodite girls standing in front of your.

the same four girls have been terrorising you for months. and they're careful, never coming up to you whenever clarisse is around. right now? perfect example.

two hands grip you arms to keep you back and the main girl, ellie, steps forward picking up your painting and a handful of dirt.

"NO!" you shriek lurching forward.

"what you don't like my improvements? i made it match. the dirt is the same color of this shit." she looks at you with malice. "and for the final touch," she stabs a nearby stick straight through ripping the painting to shreds.

tears are springing to you eyes.

your painting. YOUR PAINTING.

"aww are you crying?" ellie smirks and then steps forward picking your paints up and pouring them straight onto you. she steps forward and smears it across you writing slut and bitch across your front. you try and squirm as the second girl steps forward with handfuls of dirt and sprinkles it over you.

tears are freely streaming down your face now and you slump, the fight leaving you quickly.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" a loud voice booms behind you all.

the four girls freeze, letting you go.

you fall forwards a sob escaping your mouth at the sight of your painting.

your painting.

"what the ever loving hell are you doing?" clarisse's voice is deadly calm and she stalks towards y/n collapsed on the ground.

the aphrodite girls all step back from you and clarisse takes a single step forward. "we weren't doing anything!" the two who were holding you say panicked.

"no you were doing something," clarisse stalks closer the girls back pedalling in fear. "you were holding my best friend back while those two bitches assaulted her."

"we weren't assaulting her!" the girl beside ellie shrieks. "it was just a joke!"

"you one hundred were assaulting her." clarisse points to you. "does this look like someone who thinks its a joke?"

"well if she wasn't such a bitch and listened to me the first time i talked we wouldn't have had to," ellie seethes.

clarisse snaps.

she practically flies on top of the girls - and yes girls, plural. clarisse crash tackles ellie and the other girl to the ground sending punches to their faces. "motherfucking bitches," she spits and she yanks on a handful of hair.

shrieks and cries come from the girls causing campers to come over and watch the scene unfold. now look, you're not exactly an extremely popular camper, but everyone knows you and likes you, your sweet to nearly everybody you meet so when they see you on the ground covered in paint and dirt, their surprised looks turn into egging clarisse on to get a better hit. some other ares kids join in happy to put some bitchy aphrodites back in their place.

your siblings gasp in unison when they see you helping you off the ground and picking up the strewn paint bottles and shredded painting sending death glares that hades would be proud of.

"why is this such a big deal?" ellie laughs from beneath clarisse. "you act like you're in love with her."

"of course i am!" clarisse all but roars sending more punches into her. only stopping when several of her siblings hauled her off ellie because chiron and mr d had shown up.

they both - well chiron - looked at you with sympathetic eyes telling your siblings to help you get cleaned up and to lay down for a while.

you didn't hear them. you didn't hear anything but clarisse's voice.

you act like you're in love with her.

of course i am.

of course i am.

of course i am.

you couldn't think of anything else as you showered, washing away the paint, dirt and tears. you didn't think of anything else when your siblings guided you back into your cabin and into bed. you didn't think of anything else as you fell asleep.

you didn't think of anything else until you felt the mattress dip next to you, a warm hand stroking your forehead, stirring you from your sleep.

"hey you," clarisse smiles down at you.

"hi," you whisper.

"today's been shit huh?" she looks down at you with concern.

"yeah..."

"how are you feeling?"

"better," you smile gently, it fades when you work up the nerve to say. "hey about earlier-"

"i'm sorry for flipping out," clarisse says. "its just that she was saying all that shit about you, and i hated it, you looked so broken and small on the ground and i, just snapped, im so sorry, really, i am. i shouldn't have done that without checking on you first but i knew if i did that, that bitch was going to get away with it. im so so sorry, y/n. please forg-" you cut her off in a moment of boldness sitting up and placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

clarisse sits there stunned, her mouth slightly gapes open and you smile at her.

"did you mean it?" you ask hoping she understand you were talking about her earlier 'of course i am' outbreak.

she closes her mouth and nods speaking softly, in a nervous way. "yeah, i meant it."

"good. because i feel the same way."

clarisse lights up at that, a huge grin spreading across her face. "really?"

"really."

you intertwine your hands together grateful then that the cabin was empty - clarisse probably cleared it out when she came to visit. you'd never admit this to her, but quiet a few of your siblings are scared of her.

you grin back at her and pull her face down to connect with yours feeling the colors explode into the world, light dancing around the two of you in a beautiful circle.

maybe today hasn't been too bad after all.

a/n: unedited! this made me giggle and smile wayyyy to much lmao

©strawberries-and-summer-days please do not steal, use or repost my works.

SWIM ★彡

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: shower sex

Summary: you’ve never seen Nika this mad after a game, jaw clenched shut and eyebrows furrowed. It has an affect on you that’s shameful, and she makes sure to remind you.

A/n: requested by VARIOUSSS anons. Luv u guys

THE DOOR SHUTS behind you loudly, and you can’t help but jump at the force of it. Nika almost pushes past you and heads straight for the kitchen, downing a glass of water and roughly wiping her mouth afterwards. She’s staring into nothing, mind obviously racing after a disastrous game.

You know better than to say anything to her, when she doesn’t preform how she hoped it’s best to keep a distance. Nika is usually good tempered and you’ve always loved that about her; her practicality, her levelheaded-ness. It came in handy when you were needy and exasperated, the way she’d simply purr your name and smile was enough to calm you down…even if her fingers were inside of you.

Her pent up anger was not unheard of, but still rather alien. What freaked you out more was how much of a struggle it was proving to be to keep quiet and distant.

Nika is bulldozing throughout your apartment now, throwing her jacket on the couch and tossing her shoes by the door before roughly yanking out her ponytail in a way that you know must hurt her.

“Can you stop fucking looking at me?” She snaps, her eyes narrowing at you and finally acknowledging your presence.

“Sorry.” You swallow, though you can’t help but admire her. It’s impossible to avoid the twitch in your pussy at the ferocity of her stare, her toned body slumping on the couch, or the frustrated lilt in her voice.

“Did you have fun?” She asks. “Watching me play like a loser today. Did you enjoy it?” She says now, dangerously calm compared to her earlier tone.

Nervously, you say “Of course I didn’t.” To which she raises an eyebrow.

“So it must’ve been a waste of time watching your girlfriend play like shit, huh.” Nika scoffs. “Were you embarrassed?”

“No!” You rush out, approaching her carefully. “I’m never gonna be embarrassed, Niks. It was one bad game, shit happens.”

She doesn’t have to say anything back, you already know the look on her face by heart. It’s one anyone who’s involved with an athlete knows, the look that says ‘you couldn’t possibly understand’. That expression on her face is one that you dread.

“Tell me what you want me to do Nika. How do I support you through things like this?” You sigh.

“You can support me by backing off.” She smiles, not with her usual kindness but with some sort of buried anger. “N’ stop gawking at me like a lost puppy. It’s fucking annoying.”

You cross your arms at this. You love Nika, but her anger makes her unreasonable.

“You sure you want me to back off? You’re the one who asked to come to my apartment.”

She stares at you for a moment that feels too long, the weight of her gaze growing heavier and harder to hold by the moment. You can’t read her expression anymore and it’s both enticing and nerve wracking.

“Since you wanna be smart,” she says, getting up from the couch and sauntering up to you. “I can think of something else you can do for me.”

Her tone is different now. Demanding in a way that excites you. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together. “Anything you want.” You mumble. “I’ll do it.”

Nika’s eyes sparkle at this, clearly satisfied with your answer. “Strip.”

You’re frozen at her order. She’s seen you naked before, but not under pressure like this. She notices your hesitation and tilts her head. “You said anything, right?”

You nod slightly, slowly pulling off the top you’d worn to her game as well as your shorts before timidly un clipping your bra, leaving your breasts bare and nipples hardening from the new cold of your apartment. You try your best to hold her eye as you slip your panties down your legs and step out of them and towards her.

The feeling of standing there stark naked as your girlfriend soaks in the sight of you in silence is more vulnerable than anything you’ve felt in a long time. You can’t help but bring your hands to your breasts in attempts to cover something.

When Nika’s lips meet yours it’s languid and calculated, her hands ripping your own from your chest as she clashes teeth with you. Letting go of your wrists, she says. “Go turn on the shower.” And when you look at her inquisitively she shoots you a smirk. “I’ll be there soon.”

-

You let the water warm until steam forms to coat the glass doors of the shower, your hair now soaked through and your skin hot. The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing sends a shiver down your spine, and when the glass opens and closes you know Nika has kept her word.

Nothing happens at first, she stands under the water with you, wetting her hair and skin whilst closing her eyes beneath the shower head. You know she can feel you staring, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t with her bare body on display. Her muscles glistening and wet, her belly piercing gleaming through the steam. When your eyes part from her body, they meet her own.

When your lips clash again it’s sensual and charges with a force you can feel deep in your core. Her hands are quickly on either sides of your head when your back hits the cold tile of the bathroom wall, and you let yourself grasp at her tan flesh while she explores your mouth.

“What do you want me to do, Niks.” You huff out between kisses.

“Be quiet.” She says in an instant. “N’ let me fuck you.”

You nod fervently at her request, allowing her to suckle your neck and chest until you’re painted pink and purple. You know she loves to mark you, to have a remnant of her on your body is like a dream come true for the both of you.

As her mouth latches onto your tit, her fingers begin to tease at your pussy. She just barely rubs your clit, smiling at your whines and pleads.

“You don’t even deserve this.” She sighs. “You don’t care if I win or lose, you jus know you’re getting fucked anyways.”

She’s still teasing you, applying pressure and then taking it away at every breath you take. Your hips are beginning to buck at the stimulation or lack of thereof.

“Please, baby.” You beg, throwing your head back. “Please just touch me.”

Nika clicks her tongue before slipping two fingers inside of you. “Keep looking at me or else I’ll get out of the shower.” She grunts.

You hurriedly shift your gaze to her, and the sight is mesmerizing, her tongue swirling around your nipple while her fingers pump in and out of you slowly. Her hair is wet and spread out down her back and over her breasts, her cheeks are pink from the hot water.

Your legs begin to shake when she quickens her pace, watching her digits disappear and reappear into your heat as she innocently smiles. The sound of your slick is just barely covered by the loud noise of the running water that drenches both of you. You reach a hand out to the glass that encloses the shower, leaving a handprint. Nika notices this and immediately has an idea.

In an instant you’re shoved against the glass, and you gasp at the sudden contact all while her fingers are still inside you. “Nika!” You exclaim. “Careful, the glass might-”

“Shut up,” she murmurs, head now resting on your shoulder. She’s pressed flush against you as she stretches you out. “You won’t break anything.”

You trust in her words and allow yourself to loosen up again. The sight from the other side must be immaculate, your breasts, face and hands pressed against the steam covered glass. If your roommate was to need to use the washroom for anything, she’d surely never be able to look you in the face again.

Nika rubs the condensation from a spot in the glass so you can see outside, directly into the mirror that faces you. The scene is so lewd you can feel your orgasm building.

“Look at you.” Nika coos. Her own eyes are also trained on the mirror, on your face screwed up in pleasure, on your pussy sucking her in. “How slutty is this?”

“Nika.” You cry, moaning a mess of words as your stomach gets tenser by the minute. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it.” She orders, and as if clockwork you climax all over her fingers. She presses a harsh kiss to your cheek and releases you from the pressure against the glass shower wall.

You hug her underneath the stream of the shower and she laughs. “Are you feeling better?” You mumble into her neck, and she nods. “Much better.”

“Good.” You smile. “Now clean me up and take me out of here.”