𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

RAHH THE SUMMER SUN IS SO NICEERE FRHHRHRHR

𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙮𝙚 Masterlist

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Smut - Suggestive - Fluff - Angst

𝖲𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖺 𝖫𝖺𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗓𝖺 -

The stars aligned for us

Girlfriend sophia thoughts

Strawberries and Cigarettes

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𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 -

I can't pretend any longer

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𝖣𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗂 -

I got a Wand and a Rabbit

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𝖬𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖲𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗅 -

Stressed out Ft Lara PT1, PT2

Tattoo Tour w/ Megan

Rekindling Masterlist

Natural Tattoos

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𝖫𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖱𝖺𝗃 -

Collide PT 1, PT 2

Stressed out Ft Megan PT1, PT2

Rugby player reader

𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 - ONLY FLUFF

Things to come soon...

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

Do you think we’re soulmates in another universe?

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨

Synopsis- Y/n had always had a crush on Sophia. this being Y/n's senior year, she had to make it count. Sophia, a untouchable goddess, in Y/ns eyes. Will it happen?

A/N - YES I KNOW ITS A CHEESY TITLE AND FIC, ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR TUMBLR OKAY. SUE ME IF I WANTED SOME CHEESY ROMANTIC SOPHIA CONTENT. This was not proof read so yeah

 Lara always complains about how I stare at her in the halls when she passes by with her flock. “Dude, its honestly sad how much time you spend a day staring at her and or thinking about her, when in all brutal truth, she probably doesn't give you a single thought.” Lara sighs, rubbing her forehead in frustration as she watches me get out my books for my AP biology class. “Its not that bad, okay. Trust me i've been worse.” I try defending myself, “Listen, Y/N At this point you might as well confess since it's almost the end of the year. Whats the worst that could happen? You get embarrassed, yes, But you won't ever see her again until the highschool reunion.” Lara tries to convince me for the Nth time this year. Senior year was supposed to be the year where I let loose. By the time senior spring had come and college applications were through, there had been one thing I had yet to do. I’ve known her for years. I mean everyone knows her at our school. She's everyone's dream girl, Untouchable you could say. Sophia Laforteza. I sigh, almost giving in this time, “No, I won't do it. Like i've said multiple times, she's an untouchable painting that, Good lord, I want to touch so bad” I close my locker, leaning against it, facing towards Lara. She gives me an unimpressed look. “You have AP Bio with her next right? So why not ask her to study sometime? I mean you are basically failing that class,girl.” I pause, I consider it, My brain algorithm approves. The bell rings for the next period. “why are you actually kinda smart, Lara.” I walk past her “Hey, woah what do you mean kinda, I legit just gave you the best idea ever” she yells at my passing figure as i jog off to mr bennetts classroom. “For the sake of my mental health I pray to Beyonce that this works.” Lara mumbles under her breath as she walks off to her class. 

Now you would think that the universe would be on my side. And you would be right. The stars have aligned as Lara would say, God forbid that girl ever not talk about stars and astrology the moment the conversation dies down. “Alright class, today i'm announcing your semester-long project for this class. This project will be starting today and will be ending by the end of the semester, so right around April we will present. Now this is a partner project” The class groans in disbelief, “Settle down. Now, I will be picking the partners-” The class erupts in boisterous anger at Mr bennett. “Calm down, Jesus, I'm retiring after this year. This project is going to be about whatever you want it to be. as long as it relates to biology.” He opens his laptop. “Now the partners will be…” he pauses reading the screen “Chloe and Marquise, Nickolas and Wendy, Y/N and Sophia” I note down these partnerships in my head just for reference, Wait. Are you fucking kidding me, its me and sophia? Now in hindsight you would think that maybe this is a class prank on me. I swear to fucking god i was about ready to explode, yean no not that kind of explode, the one where im the most anxious person on the god damn planet that we call fucking earth. Out of the 24 students in this class, other than me, there is a one in fucking 24 chance that i would be placed with her. Which i find is fucking ridiculous. “And thats it for partners, now if you could start planning your projects that would be great” Everyone shuffles around the room, trying to find their partner. I scramble to pick up my things when I drop my pencil case. I notice a manicured hand pick it up, i connect the hand to the arm, the arm to the body. Like the gorgeous goddess she is, she hands me my pencil case, Stupid fucking fish pencil case. “I like your pencil case, its pretty creative and unique” She comments, placing the fish on the table “thanks, my grandma got it for me so i've just been using it ever since.” I laugh uncomfortably. “What do you wanna do the project on?” I meekly ask her, I avoid all eye contact possible. She ponders for a moment, “I've always been kinda interested in how the weather contributes to moods, would that be something your okay with doing?”  “imokaywithdoingwhateveryouwant” I spit out, at possibly the pace of a marathon runner. She laughs to herself at my reaction “you're cute.” She mumbles. “Are you free this week to start the project or…” She drags off the end of the word to insinuate for me to answer, “i'm good for this week, maybe tomorrow? After school” “We can go over to your house? My siblings can be quite loud so i dont think that’ll be the best “study spot”” She physically puts those two words in quotations. Which wakes me up to the reality that i will be spending the rest of the semester with her, creating a project. “Sure, Im down.” I say a little too excited, I clear my throat. “Cool, cant wait” she says casually as she walks off to her desk to pack up. 

The first week went surprisingly well. I actually kept my cool and had a normal conversation with her. As the weeks grow, my feelings never really cut off for her. Instead, like a tumour, it grows. And so does my guilt. The project builds up a good amount of research, by the time its almost the end of the semester, March to be exact. The guilt, it flourishes inside me like a mouldy banana in the bottom of your bag. For all I know she could be straight. 

I hear the doorbell ring, I know its her. My mom answers the door, as per usual. lets her in, then she comes up the stairs and up to my room where the door is already open for her to come in. “Hey” she greets me “almost the end huh? I bought some snacks on the way here, I remember last week you mentioned sour skittles to me so I figured I could try them with you.” “you remembered?” “Yeah, why wouldn't i? We are friends right? I mean with all the time we have spent on this project, i assumed we are friends” she looks confused, almost hurt? “Are we not friends” “we are, yeah” I flusteredly responded, panicking at the seemingly wounded look. She cracks a smile “i'm just messing with you,” she knocks my shoulder against hers as she sits down on my bed. “I think there's a storm coming soon actually” she says opening the shopping bag with the seemingly endless amount of snacks in it. “Kinda ironic don't you think?” I say to her, We get to work for the next couple of hours, sprinkling in some goofy moments between the two of us. She ends up having to stay over, The storm inhibiting her ability to go home. I look out the window, the rain looks as if it will never end. “You ever danced in the rain?” She sits next to me, resting her head on my shoulder, observing the perspiration. “I did it once with an ex boyfriend of mine,” she adds to her previous comment. For some reason that last bit stung a little, like a scratch from a cat. “You had a boyfriend?” I ask genuinely curious. “I ended things with him since I figured out that i liked girls” “oh, i didnt know you liked girls.” I looked at her, Her hazel eyes looking back. “Do you like girls?” she questioned me. “Yeah, always have” I answered meekly. An idea came to me when she looked back out the window, I stood up. “Lets go out into the rain” I drag her closely behind me as we walk out the front door to my house, running out into the wet sky. I laugh at her standing confused in the doorway. “Dude come on” I actively try to convince her “you were the one that started talking about dancing in the rain” I open my mouth and let the almost salty droplets hit my tongue. “Eugh, dude, dont you know how disgusting rain water is” She runs out into the rain, fully embracing the uncomfortable wetness covering her body. I curtsy to her “Mi’ Lady would you care for a dance?” I say in a faux british accent. She giggles “Of course Mi’ Lady, a dance would be appreciated.” I bring her in, her waist in one hand and her own hand in the other. “Is this okay?” I yell over the sound of the water droplets hitting the ground. She nods, resting her head on my shoulder as we sway in the middle of the driveway. She looks up at me, searching my face for something. Looking down at my lips, then my eyes, then back at my lips again. “What?” I asked her “do i have something on my face?” She cups my cheeks, her warm thumb stroking my cheekbones. Before I can say another thing, she leans in, and kisses me. The Ivy that is guilt covering my heart slowly withers away, her hands leave my cheeks and caress the hair on the back of my neck. I pull her in closer, wrapping my arms around her body. A lightning crack makes us pull apart. “You seriously dont know how long ive been dreaming of this happening” I tuck my face into her soaking collar, she kisses my forehead. “How long?” she giggles, “1st grade, When i first moved here. And it trailed all the way here.” “damn i wasn't expecting that.” I blush. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” I call out over the rain. “Of course dumbass” She leans back in, coating my whole body in a warm honey feeling, The stars aligned for us to be.

GUYS ITS NOVEMBER WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE REQUESTING SMUT IN MY INBOX 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AYYY 50 FOLLOWERRRSSS WOWOWO

YESSSSS RUGBY READER🙌🙌🙌 DOES THAT MEAN READER IS BUFF PLEEK I NEED TO KNOW

YES prolly, it lowk depends if Ur a back or a forward. backs usually are quicker and more agile while forwards are usually larger and tackle more often

𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬/ 𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣

Megan Skiendiel x Fem!Reader

Fluff + Smut/Suggestive(?)

Megan always had some sort of fixation on the tattoos that were revealed on your skin in some sort of way, whether they were on your arm, wrist or ankle. But had always wondered where else you had ink on your skin where only you see. Only then when you and the other Katseye members went on a trip to the beach during a break in your busy schedules as idols did Megan get a glimpse to see other art on your skin.

Her infatuation with you only made her more confused about her feelings, Rather she didnt know if she wanted to be you or just aggressively make out with you. After finally working up the courage to ask you out was she able to see the rest of the inkwork on your body.

Megan always made sure to kiss every one, wrist, arm, waist, hip, back, anywhere covered with even a drop of ink she made sure to appreciate all of you. Megan always intently listened to the stories behind the works on your skin, even if they were just "Stupid" or "impulsive".

She made an effort to trace every single line till she could remember it and draw it with her eyes closed. Seeing you buck your hips into her face as you sit on it, her hands gripping your hips and tracing the tattoo close to your pubic bone.

Taking you from behind just makes her ten times as happy as Megan can admire your back while thrusting into you. She'll trace her fingers across your back, down the lines, as if it was the first time she had seen it. Feeling your back muscles tense up as she strokes your clit while her strap pounds inside you.

Even after months of dating, Megan still traces the busy skin on your wrists and arms, giving them a small peck here and there as you cuddle together through the winter cold of L.A.

IM A FREAK

Oh I need these asap