Sorry I Haven’t Posted Fics In The Past Few Days I’ve Been Struggling A Lot Mentally The Summer Depression

Little Pink Bow

Laila Edwards x fem

Laying in bed, your head on her chest while her hand scratches up and down your back soothingly while watching TikTok’s together. One of the videos that come up is of a girl tying a bow around her boyfriend’s arm. You sit up your hands on her chest grabbing the phone from her hands “Please babe please” you beg her smiling and biting your lip at the girl.

“Please what ma?” she asks you raising her brows a bit confused at your antics. You put the phone in her face making her re watch the video “Please can we make this?” you beg her pouting a bit, straddling her waist. Laila rolls her eyes “Why would you want to tie a bow on my arm?” she asks you her hand coming up to hold your waist. You shrug “I dunno because you’re hot and it would be hot” you say bluntly causing her to smile below you.

With a roll of her eyes she nods and you squeal jumping off of her going to your drawers to look for the ribbons you know you had. Laila sits up on the bed in her sports bra and shorts biting her lip as you bend down looking for god knows what. Finding the ribbon you walk back towards her, she opens her legs so you can stand between them.

Standing between her legs the both of you are almost the same height, with her six foot two frame sitting down. You grab her arm with both your hands going to her bicep “You look so pretty” Laila smiles blushing a bit under your gaze. You copy her smile and tie the ribbon around her bicep into a pretty bow. The light pink bow around her big bicep looks so out of place, you loved it though placing a kiss next to it and grabbing the phone from her hands. You film the TikTok and take a few pictures all jittery “This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen babe” you let out a deep breath.

Laila flexes her muscles causing the ribbon to snap “No I think that was the hottest thing you have ever seen” she says smirking. You nod you head “Yeah it was” you mumble climbing onto her lap and kissing her lips. Her hand comes to you back pushing you closer to her so your chests are pushed up against one another. Pulling away from the kiss so you can both catch your breath Laila grabs the second bow from your hand and holds your neck up with her other hand.

You look at her confused “What are you doing?” you ask her you hand coming to hold onto the bicep the bow used to be. She moves the hair from your neck moving it to the side. Laila wraps the pink ribbon around your neck and tying it into a bow in the middle. She holds your waist with both her hands pulling you back on her lap “Now that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” she admits biting her lip. You blush and grab both her cheeks pulling her into another kiss.

You gasp when one of her hands comes up to your neck playing with the bow, giving her an opening to slide her tongue in your mouth. Laila bites your bottom lip holding it between her teeth before letting go. One of her hands hold your waist while the other still plays with the pink bow around your neck.

In a split second she rips the bow off your neck dropping it next to the other ripped little pink bow. You look at her through your lashes biting your lip “Fuck” she breathes out licking her lips at the sight of you all doe eyed on her lap. She flips you both over and hovers over you on the bed “How many more bows do you have?” she asks an idea popping to mind. You furrow your brows confused “A few I think” you guess tilting your head to the side. She gets up grabbing the rest of the bows before climbing on top of you once again smirking.

( hope you enjoyed this lil blurb )

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.

me and laila are married and she wanna propose to you I gave her my blessing 🕊️

this is becoming a daily occurrence guys she wants me so bad???

Nika Mühl x Fem HCS

Will complement you in Croatian even though you don’t understand what she is saying to you it makes you blush

Paige 100% forced guys to together since neither of you could make a move

Teaches you to play basketball even if you don’t want too

You groan looking up at your girlfriend who’s smiling at you “ Come on baby just shoot you got this “ Nika tells you. Staring at the basket you throw the ball and somehow it gets in, Nika cheers and runs up to you picking you up and swinging you around in a circle “ Good job baby “ she mumbles.

Once she puts you down you look up at her shaking your head “ Can we go home now your comfort might be basketball but mine is my bed “ you ask her. Nika smiles and kisses your lips before squeezing your waist and grabbing the ball “ One more time “ she says.

VERY PROTECTIVE

If anyone as so much looks at your wrong she’s glaring at them from behind you waiting for them to do something so she can protect you

The team is always teasing her because of the way she babies you

Paige laughs “ Wasn’t Nika just angry about Geno making us run laps now she’s all sweet to her girl “ the blonde says. You look up from your seat on Nika’s lap and turn your head to Paige furrowing your brows before turning to Nika “ You were angry? When? What happened? “ you ask.

Nika rubs your waist “ Nothing baby don’t worry about it “ she coos. You nod and lay your head back down on her shoulder as Paige jaw slacks “ See What I mean “ she says pointing to you and Nika. KK sighs and rolls her eyes “ It’s the girlfriend privilege only Y/N gets “ Paige nods agreeing with KK. Nika grabs a water bottle and throws it hitting Paige in the arm “ Shut up “ she says as Paige throws it back at her.

Always touching you. In the car her hands on your thigh, sitting down she’s pulling you onto her lap, walking around her arm is around your shoulders, standing around she’s holding your hand.

Will make you nervous on purpose because she loves the effect she has over you

She gets the biggest confidence boost when she sees you blush while watching her play basketball

Loves when you praise her in bed

Pleasure Top ( don’t argue with me )

Comes to you after a loss and will take her anger and frustration out with you by overstimulation and punishment

You wear her jersey to all her games and style it with an outfit she loves

100% has a photo album of just pictures of both of you naked

She will fly you both to Croatia and show you everything and anything about her culture and childhood and family

Kisses you before every game claiming it at “ Good Luck “

SEND REQUESTS FOR UCONNS GIRLS PLEASE

SHE JUST PROPOSED TO ME SO??????? NOW WHAT

Laila Edward’s is live and KK has been spotted

Hey girl Hruuuu

Hey pookie I’m chilling hru

Because Of You

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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synopsis: years after your rite of passage, the boy who’s heart you broke just won’t leave you alone. clarisse, your girlfriend, quickly decides she’s not a fan.

a/n: should i stop procrastinating and then forcing myself to write shitty fics quickly? probably. but not today!! this is kinda just like an au of dont delete the kisses but… you guessed it… IDC!!!!!!!! from this ask

thank you all so much for patiently waiting i love y’all soooooo muuccchhhhhh 🫶🫶💋 as i mentioned on my acc i have the next week off from school, pls expect more content then!!

Because Of You - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, this sucks so bad y’all sorry lolllll, y/n is a year round camper!, starts out very background heavy but i really don’t care 😭, creepy men UGH, ugly bitches not being able to let shit go, im gonna say sexual harassment just incase, swearing, usual demigod stuff y’all know what you’re getting into, jealous!clarisse YESSS, possessive!clarisse ik i screamed!!, protective!clarisse too, slightly graphic makeout scene, i think that’s all, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

When you were young, you were thrilled by the thought of love.

The idea of belonging not only with someone- bodies fitting together like puzzles pieces- but belonging to someone- wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

Later, your half-siblings would describe mostly similar experiences to yours- an overwhelming desire to be loved, wanted, needed. Ever since you ran into camp with a monster hot on your heels and satyr shouting encouragement next to you- everyone’s stared at you. They poke and prod, they act like they’ve never seen a daughter of Aphrodite before.

It’s annoying, but it makes you feel good- but not quite.

Until Alek came along.

You were both 13, you still believed in soulmates, and you wanted nothing more than to be with each other for the rest of your lives.

You were 13, and he felt like the only one for you.

And when you had to break up with him to fulfill your rite of passage- it felt like the world was ending. You cried for days and begged your sister Phoebe to say it wasn’t a true, it was just a mean, mean prank.

But she couldn’t tell you that, and there were more types of love that romantic.

While you longed to hold someone, to be held- you also craved your mother’s approval like you were starving. You wanted her love, you wanted her to visit you in your dreams, you wanted gifts from her, you wanted everything and anything she could give you.

So, it hurt like you had never known hurt before, but you did it. Alek seemed entirely indifferent to it, almost ignoring you and pretending you hadn’t said it- but you felt a warmness around you, a dove flew between trees, you knew your mother was there and she approved.

Breaking up with Alek felt like the sun had exploded on top of you.

Being with Clarisse felt like the sun was wrapped around you.

—-

After Alek’s initial denial, he went through all the other stages of grief, mourned your relationship like you did, and you came out on the other side with a one-sided agreement to forget it ever happened.

Alek got stuck. Or went back. He started to believe that you were still meant to be, that much you could tell.

Until that day at the training fields when your hand slipped at archery and you almost shot Clarisse in the head- and she had glared at you so harshly while you ran over and examined her head, gushing out apologies and fretting over her.

She pushed you away, hand lingering for a second, eyes softening before she quickly looked away.

“Just… be more careful,” she had said, almost like a question, like she wasn’t sure the words were coming out of her mouth.

And, Gods, were you terrified it was all some secret plan. Make you think it was alright only to corner you in the woods and probably kill you, or something.

And when she asked the next day to teach you how to shoot a bow, you agreed with tears in your eyes, knowing of her reputation, and it took a lot of trust and a lot of swapped secrets for her to prove to you it wasn’t all some elaborate plan.

But even if her plan was to kill you the entire time, you fell in love over her fixing your stance, hands brushing as you accidentally grabbed the same arrow, stolen looks across the pavilion.

It wasn’t until a random kid bumped into you, making you fall and twist your ankle. Clarisse had this look in her eyes that was so genuine, so full of love and care for you, softly caressing your leg after she had punched the other kid in the face.

And you realize as she said you were doing great, limping while she helped you to the infirmary, that this was something.

And as much as you hated the violence being committed over you, it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and the warmth in your chest was all you had ever wanted. This was what it was like to belong with someone, to someone, with her, to her.

This was what it was like to be admired. Loved. Wanted. Needed.

And when she softly told you goodbye, you had kissed the corner of her lips and thanked her- turning to walk into your cabin, ankle already feeling better thanks to the ambrosia.

She grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around, pulling you against her tightly and kissing you so harshly like she had just found the secret to the world in her lips on yours, her hands on your hips.

And when she finally pulled away, embarrassing strings of spit connecting your lips, she said she was sorry. Probably the first time she had ever said that to someone, and you smiled.

“Sorry. It’s just… once your lips were on mine, I don’t think I can ever stop. I don’t wanna stop.”

And she kissed you again and it was all you ever wanted out of this life- to love and be loved, to hold and to be held, and it was all because of her.

—-

The welcome back campfire is your favorite time of year.

It’s when the camp comes alive, when the Gods themselves seem to return to this place- even Mr. D is a bit more lively with all the pure infectious energy running through the first few days of camp. Everyone’s getting settled, classes haven’t started quite yet, and the year round campers get a much needed break.

As much as you and Clarisse wanted to keep things private, when she punches someone in the middle of the pavilion for accidentally bumping into you, it’s not hard to figure out Clarisse cares for you more than she does anyone else.

And after one of your younger siblings, Cara, a 12-year-old notorious for staying up late, saw you and Clarisse kissing that first night- it spread like wildfire.

But it was the winter, so it still felt secret, until summer rolled around and Clarisse kept getting more and more annoyed by every camper who entered the gates. She would grab at you in the middle of meals, drag you into her bed, even kiss you in public- do all these things that seemed so out of character for her, but she was a different person when she was with you.

Everyone had been looking at you oddly all night, shocked, confused, even Clarisse has cracked a genuine smile at someone who dropped their drink- squeezing your hand.

Maybe they had all heard the rumors. Maybe they didn’t believe them.

But it’s all cleared up when Clarisse leads you to the best seat, the log not too far from the fire but not too close, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your temple.

Your cheeks heat up, only because Clarisse is never this touchy in public, and never around this many people before.

All of the eyes on you feel weird- they feel so judging.

And you’re not used to that, however vain it may be.

“Everyone’s staring at us,” you mumble, shuffling closer to Clarisse so your legs are pressed together.

She leans her head against your shoulder. “‘S okay. Don’t worry about ‘em, baby.”

You huff. “Did no one ever teach them it’s rude to stare, though? Like… c’mon.”

She sighs dramatically, lifting her head from your shoulder.

“Stop fuckin’ staring,” she says. Not quiet shouting, but her voice is loud and forceful. Her voice carries weight.

And eventually, at the risk of Clarisse’s wrath, all the wandering eyes stop.

A few of Clarisse’s siblings laugh from around you, commenting that the stares were getting a bit ridiculous, everyone just grateful that you all might get a little reprieve from the overwhelming stares and whispers.

But, you still feel uneasy. Clarisse kisses your shoulder.

And while you look around at the faces very pointedly not staring at you, there’s one person who still is. You roll your eyes, open your mouth to comment on it- but your mouth quickly snaps close at the sight of Alek.

—-

You don’t mention it to Clarisse. Maybe because breaking his heart haunts you, maybe what could have been haunts you.

You try not to think of Alek or that night, you try not to think of the entire age of 13. You always knew that Alek never quite let you go. He still sort of believed that the two of you would come back together- subscribing to some abstract belief soulmates.

You don’t think about Alek. Everything you do is because of her, because of Clarisse.

Sometimes, knowing you have secret admirers makes you feel all happy, but now that Clarisse sneaks you into her cabin every night- it makes you feel weird. You really don’t want anyone except for Clarisse, the idea of even being near someone else kinda disgusts you.

But, you choose to believe that maybe he was just shocked, and he’ll get over it in a few days.

You spend your days in the summer sun with Clarisse, holding her hand on walks through the strawberry fields, still using your archery lessons to spend time together, staring at each other from across the pavilion at meals, dreaming about a future together when it gets dark and you’re forced to whisper softly.

Alek is just always lurking. Is it coincidence? Is he stalking you? Every time you’re with Clarisse, trying to enjoy a nice date, he’s there- staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

And if it wasn’t because of her, you would probably be flattered. But you have Clarisse, you’ve moved on, you’re in love and happy.

It’s the late afternoon, you’re trying to enjoy a long moment with her, breathe in the sweet smell and just feel how happy you are, know it’s because of her.

The fields are still crowded with kids who pushed off their chores until the end of the day, so you and Clarisse stay on the outskirts. Not too far into the woods that’s filled with satyrs and nymphs who have grown very hostile towards any two campers who make their way into the woods. But not too close.

You don’t even register that other people are there. You’re going on about your annoying half-brother, she’s pretending to listen intently- but it’s just enough to be here with her, and at least she’s listening to the sound of your voice. At least that brings her some comfort, and that makes you feel good.

“And then, he said-” you trail off, feeling like something’s crawling all over you, practically being able to feel the anger in the air.

“Hm, what?” Clarisse asks, snapping out of her reverie at your silence.

Alek is glaring at you, of course. It just feels so juvenile. You had received letters from him for years- ones that he didn’t sign- but you knew. He said that the two of you had so much more to give together, that a second chance was all he needed to make you forget about the rite of passage, about pleasing your mother.

Clarisse squeezes your hand, leaning closer to you.

You used to like the feeling of getting those letters, of knowing you were loved and wanted. But now, with Clarisse, because of her- it feels wrong.

She follows your eye line and Alek quickly looks away, back down at the strawberries he’s supposed to be picking.

Clarisse’s hand tightens around yours.

“Who the hell is that?” she huffs.

You suck in a breath. “Alek.”

“Al-huh?”

You smile, despite how uneasy you feel.

“Alek, Clarisse. From my rite of passage?”

“Oh,” she nods, nose scrunching ever so slightly. “The one who left you those creepy letters? Has he left anymore?”

“No, no,” you say, risking one more glance at his back- just to assure yourself. Maybe you’re just making it all up. “Not since last summer. I mean, he was staring at us the night of the bonfire too, he’s always around on all our dates- it’s just creepy, at this point.”

“Sounds like the fucker has a death wish,” she drawls. “I’d be happy to help him with it.”

You bump her shoulder with yours. “Yeah, yeah Miss Violence.”

She smiles back, but she searches her eyes and you can tell she doesn’t like what she sees.

“Hey, c’mon. I’ll kill him if he pulls some shit again.”

“Clarisse.”

“Beat him up?”

“Clarisse.”

“Physically threaten him?”

“Clar-”

She smacks her hand over your mouth. “Shhh,” she smiles. “Don’t stress. I’ll take care of it.”

“Clarisse!” you shout, laughing, but her hand is still pressed tight over your moth.

“Oh, sorry, baby, I can’t hear you!”

“Bitch,” you hiss, and she frowns.

“Mean.”

—-

Clarisse, unfortunately, is true to her word.

Alek finally leaves you a note. It’s simple, unsigned, but obviously him. You recognize his chicken scratch scrawl.

All it says is:

I miss you, we could be something

She writes him a note back, a long one- first talking about all of her accomplishments as a daughter of Ares, then detailing all the ways she’ll make him regret thinking about you.

She tells you now, whispers in her bed, she laughs and your mouth hangs open.

“Clarisse!” you gasp, scolding her with a soft hit to her shoulder.

She rolls her eyes and moves closer to you.

“What else was I supposed to do? Ignore it? You don’t know me if you think I could just ignore some random dude flirting with my girlfriend. He’s a fuckin’ weirdo, and hopefully that note will teach him somethin’.”

“I mean. I doubt it will,” you mumble after a moment.

She smiles, your heart squeezes- because her smile is so beautiful- and because Clarisse never smiles like this. It’s bloodthirsty. It’s almost inhuman. It’s Godly.

“Then I’ll have to teach him in… other terms.”

—-

Dinner this evening is slow and relaxed. It’s Friday, so you’ve all made it to the end of the first official week of camp. Chiron let’s the rules fade away tonight, cabin tables have been abandoned and everyone sits where they want.

A few Hermes kids volunteered to start a fire, Mr D is busy trying to get the new kids to sneak him some alcohol- but he’s hard pressed to find ones who haven’t already been warned not to.

The energy in the air is infectious. The promise of a late wake up tomorrow, a fun night, the feeling of the moon and the fire, warmth on your skin- it’s a recipe for lowered inhibitions, for everything to come a little easier.

Clarisse sits next to you a table in the pavilion. You’re surrounded by Silena and Beckendorf, a few Hermes kids, a few Ares kids- a big mosh of random campers squeezed together at this one table- but it works, for whatever reason.

There’s nothing like laughing at someone’s shitty joke and feeling Clarisse laugh with you, pressed close to her so you can feel her chest rumble, feel her arm squeeze around you.

“He did what?!” Silena screeches, looking at you with wide eyes.

You laugh at her shock, at the audacity of Alek.

She sneaks a quick glance at Clarisse, who seems entirely engrossed in her siblings’ arm wresting tournament at the next table over.

“Yeah,” you sigh, feeling sort of complacent with it now. It’s not like anything will change. You’re here because of her, because of Clarisse. Everything you do is because of her.

Breathing, eating, sleeping. Basic human functions and the need to survive has only strengthened with the motivation of staying alive for her.

“Anyways,” you smile. “Clarisse left him back this big, long note. All about how she’s the strongest girl at camp,” you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too big to be anything but joking. Besides, everyone knows she’s probably right. “And then threatened him a whole bunch. So, hopefully, he’ll just get his head out of his ass and then everything will be good again.”

You breathe out at the end of your small rant, and Silena smiles sympathetically.

“Hopefully,” she echoes.

But, because of Clarisse, because of her arms around you, you don’t feel anything but peace.

—-

Of course, life is not straightforward for demigods.

At the end of the day, you’re doomed to fall in your parents footsteps- except there is no immortality for you to fall back on. You’re vain and you’re proud, just like your parents, and you step too far, jump too high, and you’re as left dust on the floor.

Even though the same path had been left out for you to repeat, doomed footsteps to follow in, you step where they stepped and expect a different end.

The night is pitch black, besides for the brilliant stars and the bright, bright moon. It makes everything feel so private and secret. It makes Clarisse relax, makes her hold you closer but looser.

It feels good to feel her arm loose around you. She’s not afraid of you disappearing, because she knows of someone dragged you away you would rise up from the waves and straight back into her, into her arms.

The Apollo kids are playing music, voices hum along, the night is on fire with the crackles and the rising smoke, on fire with the peace, the content.

It feels like nothing can hurt you here.

But you’re a demigod, and life is not that easy.

The seat next to you is abandoned, and you barely even take notice as it’s quickly filled again- but you take notice of the eyes on you, of the body leaning forward to speak softly to you.

The fact that he’s here, the fact that he blatantly didn’t listen- you suppose you could have felt some sympathy for before, craving a life that wasn’t his anymore. Living off of memories made him too hungry.

Your mouth presses into a thin line as you recognize the voice in your ear.

“Y/N, I jus’ wanna talk.”

The rest of the table has fallen silent, and you realize everyone had almost immediately taken notice of his entrance- and you could tell by the way Clarisse’s body was tense against yours- he would regret ever coming over here.

“Clarisse,” you mumble, shifting closer to her.

She hooks her head over her shoulder, shifting completely so she’s straddling the bench, pressed up against your back.

Her tone is genuinely confused.

“Are you, like, okay in the head?”

The table, previously silent with fear, now bubbles with forced laughter.

“It’s not of your business,” Alek says, staring directly into your eyes. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, just completely shocked, too scared to move like it will all become real.

Clarisse puts her hand on your forehead and floats it down across your face, and your eyes voluntarily flutter shut.

“You’re not even worthy of being looked at by her,” and you can hear the smile on her voice. She confidence seeping from her pores- you can feel it all with the way she’s protectively wrapped around you.

“Y/N,” he says again, ignoring her through gritted teeth. “I just want to talk.”

“If you say one more fuckin’ word to my girlfriend I’m gonna kill you.”

There’s no smile on her voice, no edge of a joke. Not even angry. She’s deathly calm. She’s focused, like a 20 pound weight sinking to the bottom of the sea. She cuts through whatever she has to and everything else knows to avoid her.

You don’t know why the hell Alek just can’t let the 13 year old version of you go, why he’s looking something where there’s nothing, and you’re just so done with all of this.

You open your eyes, sitting up, letting Clarisse’s arms fall around you in confusion.

“Alek,” you start, softly. “We dated for a month when we were 13. That’s all it was, that’s all it’s ever gonna be. It’s over, okay?”

“Exactly,” he breathes. “A month when we were 13- and we were that good together? We could do so much more now, I wanna show you.”

“Okay, I’m done,” you mumble, standing up.

And without you in between, Alek finally gets a good look at the daughter of war. She’s pure, streamlined muscle. Every inch of her body has been meticulously trained to kill monsters- Alek knows that killing him would be easy.

Clarisse cracks her knuckles and you almost laugh at how cinematic it is.

—-

You hum as you run the alcohol pad over her split knuckles. Clarisse likes to leave the scars like this, the small ones, let them heal on her own. Even though she winces at the feeling, you know she’ll be walking around, proudly showing off her scabs until they finally fade away. She’ll cross her fingers and hope they scar, probably.

Clarisse watches you with admiration, admiring your movements, your voice, even though you’re really not doing anything special. But, to her, everything you do is special.

“Did you see how bad his face was?” she asks, trying to remain calm, but eagerness slips into her voice.

“I did,” you laugh. “It was real bad, baby. Good job.”

She huffs, as if it’s common knowledge.

“I always do a good job, just matters what level of good I’m on. I think this was one of my best works though, huh?”

She admires her split knuckles and you roll your eyes, finally starting to put some bandaids on the clean wounds.

“You’re crazy,” you mutter.

She shrugs. “You’re the one who let me. You’re the one who loves me.”

“Yeah,” you mumble after a moment, not really wanting to lie to her, tease her right now. She smiles soft and sweet, placing her fingertips against your jawline and leaning forward.

“Did you like watching me?” she breathes, her low voice hitting you right in the stomach, breath against your lips.

You circle her biceps with your hands and run them up and down the tense muscle.

“You know I did.”

“Three months no dessert,” she smiles.

“Three months of sharing with you,” you laugh. She smiles wider before finally, mercifully, putting her lips on yours.

Everything you do is because of Clarisse. It feels so good to be close to her like this- practically in her lap- fo feel how strong she is, to know what she did for you today.

It feels so good to know she loves you.

When you pull away, trying to chase her, she dodges you and kisses your jawline, your neck, and you throw your head back and release the most unladylike sounds as she leaves hickies on your neck, seemingly determined to make them as dark as possible, as easy to see. And a lot of them.

“Jealous?” you say, biting your lip to keep in a moan.

“Just want everyone to know you’re my girl. Want everyone to know who makes you feel good, feel loved, huh?”

You stomach twists and your mind goes blank.

“Huh?” she repeats, sticking her face in your neck to breathe in and out, catching her breath. “Why you feelin’ like this, baby?”

“Because of you,” you breathe. “Because of you, Clarisse.”

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y/n walking around the next day looking like she got attacked by a vampire

silena trying to be happy for y’all but also concerned for your health

clarisse just being proud as hell

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this was small so idk if y’all picked it up but clarisse was jealous before alek even came along- jealous that there were more campers coming! like? she just doesn’t like unworthy losers looking at her girl 🙄

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possessive!clarisse i love you so much baby

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Me and Paige in a another universe

꣑୧ summary- Paige has a bad game and cant help herself but to come home and use you to get over it

warnings- dom!Paige, sub!reader, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, strap on sex, strap sucking, dacryphilia, use of “daddy” , thigh riding, multiple orgasms

It had been a bad game for paige, your girlfriend felt as if she'd made them lose, even though you told her over and over it was not her fault “you don’t understand I messed up over and over it was all on me” she told you closing the door behind you two, in your apartment. You knew you were in for it, it became a normal thing when paige had a bad game she would let her anger out on you, not that you minded it all.

She leads you to your shared bedroom and one look at her and you all ready knew you were fucked, literary. She had that look in her eyes you could see before she was about to fuck you dumb.

Paige stared at you before her hands came and pulled your shirt over your head throwing it to the side, along with your pants leaving you in a bra and panties. “God you’re so beautiful can’t wait to break you baby” she says her hand running down her mouth, before walking away opening the drawer you knew all too well. You watched her strip off her clothes, sweat glistening her skin, she puts the 8 inch strap onto her hips, tightening it before turning around to look at you “Get on your knees” she demands walking towards you.

The way she looked at you was the same way a predator looked at its pray, you sit on the floor looking up at her as she sits in front of you on the bed. Her hand comes down to your head grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back “Suck bitch” she says pulling you down on her strap. Paige never really degraded you, she didn’t like it unless she was really about to wreak you.

You wrap your lips around the tip of her strap, before you can get the chance to do anything else her hand pushes you all the way down on her strap. The strap hits the back of your throat pushing against your gag reflex, your hands squeeze both her thighs “Breathe through your nose, you know how princess” she mocks you pulling you up and down her strap by the back of your hair. She loved the way you looked in between her legs, on your knees choking on her dick.

She watches you choke on her strap, bobbing your head up and down before abruptly pulling you off of her. She holds your head up to look at her, tears streaming down your cheeks, your chest moving up and down begging for hair, drool falling out of your mouth “So pretty baby” she whispers her thumb coming down to drag across your lips. You nod your head and look up at her through your lashes “Paige” you whine staring up at her.

“Stand up mama come on” she tells you, you stand up on sore legs your knees shaking slightly. Paige’s hands come down taking off your panties as you step up to get them off, she then takes off your bra as you stand there naked in front of her, your body on display. She stays sitting on the bed, man spreading her hand coming up to rub her jaw “Fuck your so beautiful” she whispers to her self before standing up in front of you, her full height intimidating you.

You stare up at her, your hands coming to hold her waist rubbing up and down, her eyes stare down at you trying her hardest not to get angry, the game playing over and over in her mind only fueling her anger. Her strong hand comes up to hold your neck squeezing slightly “Go lay down” she demands letting go of you and stepping back.

Laying down on the bed bare you watch as Paige walks over to you getting on top of you, straddling your waist. She doesn’t bother to stretch you out first as she pushes the tip of her strap inside of you. You gasp “Paige no- no too big, Paige” you moan at the end as her thumb comes to rub your clit.

“Come on mama take it like a good girl” she tells you slowly pushing inch and inch inside of you slowly before bottoming out. She stills inside of you, tears pool in your eyes from the stretch, Paige swears she can feel how tight you are through the strap “So tight ma so fucking tight” she says breathlessly before slowly moving her hips back and forth.

The big strap pushes in your gummy walls hitting your G spot over and over “Fuck Paige too big too-“ before you can finish your sentence Paige’s hand comes to your mouth covering it.

“Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck you baby” She says rolling her eyes casting her pace, the strap pushing against her clit with every thrust. She thrusts into you over and over her pace fast and relentless, your moans being swallow by her hand. You try and focus your hardest on breathing through your nose as you stare up at Paige whose eyes her staring down at yours. Her hand moves away from your mouth to wipe the tears that have fallen from your eyes “So pretty when you cry” she mumbles pushing harder inside you causing you to moan out.

Paige grabs one of your legs wrapping it around her waist before resuming to thrust into you at a new angle “AH FUCK” you moan out almost yelling as the strap hits that spongey spot inside of you. Paige smirks and continues to push into you at this angle “Fuck daddy” you accidentally moan out before staring up at her wide eyed.

“That’s right I’m your fucking daddy” Paige says laughing as she grabs both your hips pulling you up to match her pace.

She uses you like a doll, fucking into you as if you’re not the girlfriend she loves with her whole heart, and would never harm a hair on your head .

You moan your hands grasping at the bed sheets “Paige- mm gonna come” you moan staring up at her. She nods “Yeah baby come on come for me” she tells you snapping her hips into yours, the strap hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Your legs shake as the band in your stomach finally snaps, cumming all over her strap. She fucks you through your high not stopping her relentless pace inside you.

“No more Paige please” you beg her overstimulated Paige pouts at you, mocking you “You thought we were done? No baby we’re done when I say we are” she tells you flipping you over on your stomach.

Paige’s hands grab your hips before pushing the strap back into you, bottoming out in one thrust. You whine grabbing the pillow under you, a string of curse words leaving your mouth “Come on you can take it only a few more rounds” Paige tells you.

“Wait rounds?” You ask shocked turning around to look at her before her hand comes to push your face in the pillow, shutting you up while she fucks you.

꣑୧ All Mine — NM

summery - Nika Mühl takes you out to a bar with her friends just to see some guy flirting with you so she drags you home to show you who you belong too

warnings - smut, nsfw

Only an hour after you guys all got to the bar, you and Nika split up, you went with Paige and Azzi to dance while she stayed with everyone else sitting down. She watched you though, how you moved your hips to the song, the way you looked under the lights, how beautiful you looked all dressed up and pretty for her.

As your dancing you don’t realize there a a person behind you until you feel strong hands grab your waist, at first you thought it was Nika so you turned around just to see a random guy. You move away from him “Sorry I’m with someone” you tell him over the music going to walk away before he grabs your waist again. Nika immediately gets up walking towards you both “Come on gorgeous just dance wi-“ before he can finish his sentence Nika rips his arm off your waist “How about no fuck off” she yells at him over the music her 5’11 frame intimidating him.

The two of you end up leaving the bar after that, Nika hated when anyone she didn’t know was touching you, it was just apart of her protective nature. But seeing some random guy grab you, flirt with you right in front of her pissed her off in more ways than one. No words were said the whole ride home, her hand gripping your thigh for sure to leave a mark the next day.

Nika opens the door to your shared apartment leading you inside, she drops her keys on the kitchen counter as you stare at her. She walks towards you “Get on the bed naked lijepa beba” (pretty baby) she tells you looking down at you, pushing you towards the bedroom.

You walk into the room stripping off your clothes before sitting on the bed your hands clasps together. You can hear Nika shuffling around in the hallway before she opens the door a familiar strap around her waist. She walks up to you one of her hands coming to hold your cheek “You sure you okay with this?” she asks you, she always needed your consent before anything “You gonna be a good girl for me” she asks her brown eyes staring deeply into yours.

“Yeah m your good girl Niks— it’s okay” you confirm for her nodding, her hand that held your cheek moves down to your stomach pushing you down on the bed. She kicks your knees open both her hands moving to hold your boobs, squeezing them together “Fuck your so pretty” she says her accent falling lightly out of her lips.

The strap runs through your folds pushing down on your clit moving up and down slowly, as she teases you “Nika please” you whine pushing your hips up to meet hers. She shakes her head no both hand grabbing your hips to push them down “No no I’m in charge bebo” (baby) she whispers moving down to kiss your neck slowly.

She kisses down your neck leaving wet opened mouth kisses, and big purple hickeys. Nika loved to marked you it showed people you were hers, and that she was yours.

Moving up from your neck she stands above you admiring her work on you.

You lay there looking up at her a pulse between your legs, your wetness dripping down in the sheets. She looks down between your thighs “So wet for me princess” she says spreading your legs apart with her hands. Her thumb rubs between your folds before pressing down on your clit, your stomach turns “P-please Nika” you beg her, staring up at her with pleading eyes.

Her thumb stays pressed down on your puffy clit “Hm you need it bebo, beg for me” she tells you.

“P-please Nika- need it so bad, please” you beg her your voice shaking.

She thinks for a moment before sitting down on the headboard legs open, beckoning you over “Come ride me princess, work for it” she points to the strap hanging from her waist.

You climb onto the bed and straddle her waist, Nika’s hands flew to your waist holding your hips tightly before pushing you down onto her, you moan as you sink down onto her cock. The tip of her cock hit your cervix and you moan before she lets go of you, putting on arm behind her head and she watches you.

“Come on mama ride it for me” She whispers watching your every move with her big brown eyes.

Hearing her words you start to move up and down on her cock, her cock hit your sweet spot and your cunt tightened around her. Her gaze was set on your wet cunt enveloping her thick strap on, it was such a pretty sight. Your hands hold onto her strong biceps as you look up at her through teary eyes.

Her cock was so thick, you could see the bulge of her strap in your stomach, her hand comes to rest on the bulge in your stomach slowly pressing on me “Keep going bebo, doing so good for me good girl” she praises you, moving her hand that was resting behind her head to your hip.

She thought you were so beautiful like this, your mouth open, tears in your eyes as you stare at her under you. She thrusts her hips up into you, her cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. You moan your nails digging into the muscles in her bicep “S-so good Niks you“ you can’t finish your sentence before a moan interrupts you, her hand that pushed in the bulge moves down to your clit, her two finger rubbing your clit in circles.

“Come on mama, you gonna cum for me” She says her eyes not solely focused on yours.

You nod “Mhm— m gonna cum Nika” you whine your head falling back. Both her hands now grab your hips and she pulls you down as she thrusts up into you, hitting your sweet spot every time.

Soon enough you’re gushing all over her cock, your legs shaking as you whimper. She fucks you through it slowing down her thrusts “Good girl princeza” she praises you kissing your cheek. She slowly lifts you off of her strap and lays you down on the bed.

You look up at her “Wanna make you feel good Nika” you tell her breathlessly your chest moving up and down with every breath.

Nika takes the strap off of her body and throws it somewhere you can’t see, your eyes are drawn to the wetness between her legs. She takes her bra off leaving her naked in front of you she climbs on top of you “You gonna let me ride your face baby?” she asks you in a sweet tone her hand coming to hold your cheek, her thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheekbone.

“Mhm please Nika” you beg her both your hands holding her hips trying to pull her over your face. Your eyes move down to her wet dripping folds, her clit all red and puffy from when the you rode her strap, the base of it pushing against her pussy.

She hovers above your face, both her thighs on either side of your head “Stick your tongue out for me bebo” she tells you.

You stick your tongue out for her and she lowered herself onto your mouth. Your tongue pushes between her two folds, her hands grin the headboard as she tried to not put all her weight on your poor face.

One of her hands fall from the headboard to hold onto your hair pulling you impossibly closer to her. Your tongue licks at her clit, slurping up her wetness that now drips down your chin “Mmm come on baby need more” Nika begs you slightly whining.

She starts riding your tongue, her weight pushing down onto your face you moan into her pussy. Her other hand leaves the headboard to hold onto your hair to keep you in place as she rides your face.

“Doing so good for me” She moans out her hands gripping your hair. Your hands hold both her hips trying to lift her up slightly to breathe but it went to no use. Her strong muscular thighs squeeze around your head as she sits on your face.

Her hips ride back and forth on your face your nose nudging her clit as your tongue falls inside her. You push your tongue into your feeling around her gummy walls before falling back to lick at her clit.

You were pussy drunk, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you slurped on her juices and mouthed at clit.

You suckled on her clit, using your tongue to lick at her folds, hearing Nika moan “fuck i'm close princess” you increased the pace of your tongue before flattening it for her to ride it. She thrusts against your mouth getting harsher and harsher against you. Nikas thighs start to shake as her orgasm rapidly grew.

She moans pushing down on your tongue, her hands pulling at your hair as she cums all over your face.

Nika moans head dropping before rapidly moving off of you “Fuck bebo- you okay?” she asks you out of breath.

You nod out of breath trying to catch your breath “If I would have died I would have died happy” you joke laughing a bit.

“I’m serious are you?” Nika asks you concerned “I know that was a lot, I’m sorry I was jealous” she apologizes.

You pout sitting up and grabbing her cheeks “M fine Nika I like it when your thought you know” you admit biting your lip.

She nods and moves you to lay down and she grabs her shirt from the floor coming over to you and wiping her cum from your face. You lick your lips watch her naked body walk into the bathroom before coming back a moment later with a wet towel.

Nika rubs the wet towel up your legs to your core being ever so gentle with you, the complete opposite as she was earlier. She moves to your face and rubs the towel across your cheeks “You tired bebo?” she asks you after planting a kiss to your lips.

You nod “Mhm come lay with me” you demand, she drops the towel on the floor and comes into bed with you. She lays down on her back and you put your head on her chest listening to her heartbeat.