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I could write an whole essay abt my favorite shows and why than about how lawn mowers are bad for the fucking environment

touching some grass after 5 full hours of reading fanfiction…..

Am I to be Austrian or the Dauphine of France?

–Marie Antoinette (2006)

I’m killing myself these are so real and damn funny

texts between you and bf!rafe

warnings none/very suggestive

– additional cause rafe's a loser <3

a/n a little something while i work on ofl ahhthis was so much fun

Man was DISGUSTED!

Great face acting on Milo’s part

“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 (´꒳`)♡

AHHHHH

the best!

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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AHHHHHHHHH

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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Summary: Old friends turned enemies Y/N and Theo Nott find themselves in a tense stalemate, exacerbated by their close proximity in Potions class. Theo's unrelenting efforts to get Y/N's attention clash with her determination to ignore him.

word count: 540

Y/N entered the Potions classroom, her mind preoccupied with the intricate instructions for the day's potion. The room was still mostly empty, with only a few students scattered about, whispering to each other or preparing their materials. Y/N took her usual seat, not far from the front, preferring to have a clear view of Professor Snape's demonstrations.

Her mood soured as she noticed Theo Nott taking the seat directly across from her. Y/N frowned, immediately considering moving, but as she began to rise, she felt a firm but gentle hand on hers, stopping her in her tracks.

"Sit down, Y/N," Theo said, his voice low and insistent.

She glared at him, her resolve to ignore him strengthened by the infuriating smirk that played on his lips. Just as she was about to yank her hand away and find another seat, a group of girls approached Theo, vying for his attention.

"Theo, could you help us with today's potion? We heard it's really complicated," one of them said, her tone dripping with sweetness.

Theo's smirk deepened as he turned his attention to the girls. "Of course," he said smoothly, his eyes flicking back to Y/N, hoping to see a flicker of jealousy.

Y/N rolled her eyes, unimpressed, and with her free hand, she pulled out her textbook, determined to ignore both Theo and the girls. What she didn't realize was that Theo's hand was still clasped over hers, his thumb now gently rubbing circles on her skin. Her focus on the book was intense, trying to block out the sensation of his touch.

"Miss Y/L/N," Professor Snape's voice cut through the chatter, calling her to the front of the class.

Startled, Y/N let go of Theo's hand, not even registering the fact they had been holding hands. Y/N stood up and walked to Snape's desk, feeling the weight of several pairs of eyes on her, most notably Theo's.

As Snape began discussing the finer points of her last assignment, Theo's attention was entirely on Y/N, his gaze sharp and focused. The girls surrounding him noticed his distraction, their expressions turning from interest to annoyance.

"Theo, are you even listening to us?" one of the girls huffed.

His eyes never left Y/N. "No, I'm not."

The girls followed his line of sight and one of them whispered, "Y/N? I thought you hated each other."

Theo shook his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "No, not quite."

"So, you like her?" another girl asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and disbelief.

He smirked, not needing to say more. The look in his eyes gave away everything.

"What are you going to do about it?" the first girl pressed, hoping to draw his attention back to them.

Finally, Theo turned his gaze to the girls, his smirk growing more pronounced. "Make sure she knows. She's been mine since we kissed last week."

As Snape continued to speak to Y/N, she could feel Theo's intense stare burning into her back. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized the depth of his attention, the memory of their kiss flooding back. But she quickly pushed it aside, focusing on Snape's words and the task at hand.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Y/N hurried back to her seat, pointedly avoiding Theo's gaze, but the tension between them was palpable.

I have such an irrational fear that I’ll never get a boyfriend and that truly scares me