Ermwhatthesigma - Rav Rav

Am I to be Austrian or the Dauphine of France?

–Marie Antoinette (2006)

this is so much better now that I’m on mine lmao

edit:my sentence doesn’t make fucking sense sorry

period has been kicking my ass all day :((

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“percy…” you half whine-half whisper.

“I know, sweet girl.”

percy sighs and switches your position. he sits up against the headboard of his bed (adorned with tiny fish blue lights you had bought him. they were stupid, admittedly, but he put them up anyways), and pulls you to sit on his lap, laying your head against the warmth of his bare chest.

you drape your arms lazily around his shoulders, taking the invitation to rest against him. his hand rubs your back soothingly, lips placed against the top of your head.

“I’m going to rip out my uterus with my bare hands.” you nuzzle your face against his skin, hot tears falling from your eyes.

“I’ll help you through it then, how about that, sweet girl?”

you nod. “yes. I want you to hold my hand.”

“I can do that.” his hand moves from your back to tangle in your, running through it, his other hand rubbing your tummy to diminish your cramps.

“thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

your bottom lip perks out and the tears fall more prominently. your emotions become unbearably difficult to handle at once. percy is aware he can’t do much to help— though to the best of his abilities, and with everything he possibly can do, he does it.

he allows you to let your emotions out. you had woken up around six in the morning with an aching tummy and blood— tons of it. you hadn’t left the bed since your period had began and you didn’t plan to leave for as long as you felt like this. but percy was content to sit here as much as you wanted if that’s what would make you happy.

“tell me what you need, sweet girl. I’ll get you anything.”

“just—” you inhale shakily and try to calm yourself. “I want you to stay with me.”

“I can do that.”

you dig your face farther into his skin if even possibly, taking in his scent to help refrain from letting any further tears fall from your eyes. you close them and imagine happier scenarios.

the beach, the soft waves flowing over the damp sand, sandcastles that percy happened to specialize in creating, and the tiny fish by the shore swimming around your ankles, tickling you and eliciting giggles.

it makes you laugh out loud in the midsts of slowed tears. you lift your head from percy’s chest. he uses his thumb to wipe away your tears before kissing your reddened nose.

“how’re you feeling, sweet girl?”

“I’m okay.”

he cracks a smile. “that’s good.”

you nod, agreeing, and return to your previous position. you place your ear over his heart and listen to the steadiness of it’s beats. it’s soothes you soon to sleep. and you woke to find percy had not once moved an inch.

Imagine Theo in an interview and he can’t keep his cheeky comments to him self.

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“Well Theo let’s talk about your lovely girlfriend (Y/N). Was it love at first sight for you two.”

Theo smiled at the thought of you, almost giggling like a lovesick teenager. “Definitely not. (Y/N) hated me when we first met, thought I was egotistical and stubborn,” he paused, knowing you were watching, “I can be but only sometimes. But after while we were able to have civilized conversations and I was surprised by how much we actually had in common.”

The interviewer awed. “What surprised you most about her, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“What surprised me most?” Theo thought out loud. “What surprised me most was uh, her skills in bed.”

Milo Manheim

AHHHHHH!

Fucking love this shit

*a smidge of dark theme???

Luke doesn't eat pussy

He fucking devours it. I'm talkin' Sloppy make outs with your clit while three or four of his large, now sopping, fingers obliterate your hole. I'm talkin' his thick, strong, veiny ass arms anchoring you to his mouth as he basically tries to shove his tongue inside you as deep as he can, moaning and whimpering unabashedly into your pussy the whole time. If pussy juice ain't running down his neck he hasn't done his job. ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

Hold on to your goddamn horses,sheets, fucking whatever cause you're not getting away bitch. If you meet his eyes from somewhere across camp and he has that shit eating smirk fucking run. Although it is pointless in the end because Luke is a child of Hermes and he will always catch you.

He'll drag you to a mostly secluded area and get to work(I'm convinced he would finger bang you until his arm/hand gave out). Swatting at your efforts to push and squirm away once you're well past overwhelmed. Of course he's going to talk you through the whole thing (coo at how dumb you get for him, how you know you wanted this,how you couldn't stop him even if you wanted to)

Y'all I'm down so bad I'm actually attempting to write shit... What's happening 😭

Warnings: idk

Milo Manheim x reader

A/N: I saw the cutest pair of converse high tops at the mall so I had to Write this 😫

You're in the mall shopping for baby clothes since you and Milo are parents now, you’re browsing through the baby clothes aisle in Target, thinking which one would look pretty on your upcoming baby girl. You were browsing when your tall boyfriend came running to you with a small bag that said “Journeys” on it. “I got something for our baby girl” he coaxed in a raspy voice. He opened the shoe box and you saw the cutest pair of Converse all-stars, “what do you think baby” he says at your ear. “She's gonna be matching with her dad” you mentioned as you looked down at Milos's shoes. The same black converse high-tops. That's why it got it honey “he says as he kissed your temple <3

Pls don't bully me for my grammar I literally suck at it plus I'm only 12 😭

Simon giving Xavier so much shit in s1 even after it was confirmed that Xavier had nothing to do with Maddie's death vs him immediately accepting Claire being part of the Scooby gang is feminism

“English isn’t my first language!”

Idc you wrote a fucking masterpiece

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟔𝟏𝟎 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: a couple of days ago, you found a strange blondie in his room. it's time to act decisively.

ᴛᴡ: porn, age up, obscene language, cunnilingus, Internal misogyny, fem!reader

(English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Enjoy 💌

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A couple of paint cans fell to the floor with a thud, drowning out the quiet moans. You insistently pulled Miles closer, wrapping your legs around his hips as his warm hands reverently stroked the curve of your waist.

“Do you like my figure that much?” you giggled as Miles gently squeezed the skin on your side.

"I'm studying the texture for authenticity," his embarrassed murmur touched your lips, parted from lack of air.

You two didn't expect the evening to turn out like this. Actually, Miles did not expect it when he invited you to be a sitter for his graduation work at art school. For you, on the other hand, it was a long-awaited chance. From the first time you met, you knew you had to have him for herself. While their classmates saw him as some silly nerd, there was nothing sexier for you than his craving for quantum physics and drawing.

In fact, you didn't really want to rush things between you, after all, you had only become friends a couple of months ago. But recently you found a girl in Miles's room and decided that it was impossible to delay. You had no idea who that blondie was, but she managed to shake your confidence. You had to hope Miles didn't have a type. You obviously couldn't call herself ugly, on the contrary, your parents' money was doing its job: a couple of years of wearing braces, expensive cosmetologists and hairdressers, and by graduation you could be confused with someone from the Kardashian family. The problem was, you didn't look alike that blondie at all.

You had well-groomed and neatly styled hair when that girl had a hairstyle that was done by either a self-taught punk or an autistic blind man. She dressed in a similar style also. What could Miles possibly see in her?

Anyway, it didn't matter at the moment, because right now his head was between your legs.

The cold and thick paint that you had spilled on the table slowly flowed down your leg. With a quick movement, Miles pulled off your underwear and smeared a purple stain on the back of your thigh. You took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the table. Your whole body was trembling slightly from overexcitation and excess of emotions.

A slight bite on the inside of your thigh sent a shiver down your spine, forcing you to spread your legs wider. You would never have thought that seeing his charming face between your legs could be the most satisfying part of the process.

"You didn't tell me about it."

You arched her back in a sudden burst of pleasure. Trying to calm you accelerated breathing, you swallowed, looking down. With an innocent expression on his face, Miles clamped the curved piercing bar between his teeth. Every little breath he took sent a wave of goosebumps through your body.

"You didn't show much interest in my holes before," you smiled, possessively throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Blushing slightly, Miles looked down again and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you still. His hot tongue slowly slid along your wet folds, gently pushing them apart and deliberately brushing against the cold metal of the jewelry. You threw your head back, breathing heavily. You could have finish just from the look of his deer eyes innocently looking up at you.

"You're gonna kill me," you muttered, trying to grab onto something to keep from falling off the table under the pressure of the sensations delivered by his soft mouth. In the end, you ran your hand through his soft curls, pulling him as close as you could.

Miles moaned softly, lightly squeezing your butt, his tongue teasingly penetrating inside you as he leaned slightly towards your gentle hand in his hair.

"I think you're trying to strangle me right now," Miles chuckled. His cheeks were slightly squeezed by your thighs, making the whole picture even more adorable.

Feeling the sweet warmth in your lower abdomen, you pulled Miles even closer, moving your hips towards his mouth, rubbing yourself against his face.

Suddenly, he pinned you against the table, holding you by the waist. Unable to move, you threw her head back, feeling even more aroused. Finally, Miles's plump lips found your clit, sucking lightly on it.

He pulled back your piercing with his teeth once again, hard enough to make you gasp in surprise, but not hard enough to cause real pain.

It was too much for you. Just a couple of movements made you shudder and arch back from orgasm, throwing even more things off the table.

With a soft moan, Miles pressed his mouth to your pussy, prolonging your pleasure with a couple of movements of his tongue along your swollen and wet with excitement folds.

You involuntarily pinched his head between your thighs so that he had to forcibly spread your legs apart.

“Have you invited many people to “pose" like that?” you murmured with a note of jealousy and gratitude in voice. Your chest was heaving convulsively from the lack of air in lungs.

“No one,” Miles's cheeks turned an embarrassed blush as he tried to catch his breath, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He sat down on the table and looked at your naked body. Awkwardly reaching out, Miles smeared drops of paint on your collarbone, tracing a red line from your chest to hip while admiring your curves.

“Who was that blondie in your room the other day?” you blurted out, not caring how harsh your question sounded, especially after what he had just done to you.

Miles's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected question.

“Do you really want to talk about her at the moment?” He chuckled slightly. “Don't worry, I didn't do those things to her.”

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hope I won't get cursed or wished to die for this (´꒳`)♡

I can hear them sayin this

tiktok comments i think school spirits characters would use

im to WOKE for this