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HOW DO I FUXKING STOP THESE BOT ONLYFANS ACCONTS FOLLOWINF ME ITS SO ANNOYING I GET FALSE HOPE IT A REAL PERSON AND RHEN I BLOCK THEM AND THEN THEY COEM BACK

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.

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𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙋𝙏 2

Lara x Megan x Fem!reader

Smut + fluff

Content - Cursing, Strap usage, Strap sucking, Strap referred to as cock, Poorly written smut, Degradation, Praise

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Prompt 42- Good cock & bad cock routine with dom!A, dom!B and sub!C. A praises C while B degrades and taunts them.

“Good girl baby, taking my cock like this” Megan grunts from behind. “Such a good girl, honey” Her voice dripping with sweetness.

“Fucking slut. Both of us fucking you like this, You like it? Being whored out like this for us two?” Lara thrusts her hips into my mouth, I gag loudly on her red faux cock. 

“Good job,baby, you're taking Lara so well.” Megan squeezes my hips, “Good girl, yn” 

“Dirty slut taking me like this, You wanted it so badly, huh?” Lara holds my chin as she pushes deeper in, Megan's hand snakes down and rubs my clit slowly in a figure eight. The room feels hot, the smell of sex draped over the sounds of skin on skin. The tears well up in my eyes as Lara’s strap hits the back of my throat again and again and again. Megan's hands hold my hips as she thrusts hastily, pounding deeper into my cunt, while Lara pulls back and out of my mouth. “Tell us how bad you wanted us to fuck you like this, baby” her demeaning manner only makes my head grow fuzzier.

“F-fuck i wanted it so bad” I sloppily mumble out, my lips feeling numb. “Just for you and Meg” Lara smirks and pushes back hair from my sweat sheen forehead.

“Beg to cum then, Beg us to let you cum.” She glances back at Megan, who’s only focused on making her hips snap back into my cunt so deliciously. Her grip on my hips tightens as she hears my moans grow louder.

“Please, I need it so bad. I'll be so good for you.” The desperation apparent in my tone “P-please i wanna cum so bad f-fuck.” My voice cracks as megan picks up her pace, 

“Good job, baby” Megan coos, “Let go, honey. Cum for me and lara.” She strokes my back as i tip over the edge. My back arching and knee weak, Megan slows her pace to help ride out the intensity of my orgasm. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck” I whine out as Megan pulls out. Lara lays with me down on the bed as Megan is cleaning up the straps. She rubs her hands on my stomach comfortingly. “You okay?” She asks after kissing my cheek. I nod, “You sure? Sorry if we were a bit too rough on you” She chuckles then pulls the covers over us. 

“M’okay” I mumble out tiredly. I feel the weight shift on the bed as Megan lays down and wraps her arms around my waist.

“So, what now?” Megan quietly asks, the room silent as we contemplate hopefully aligning answers. 

“I dont know, I'm down to see where this goes though?” Lara rests her cheek on my chest, I let out a mhm in agreement.

“Thanks though, this kinda helped me with the stress i think.”

“Always available to do it again” Megan giggles, “Are you guys hungry or is it just me?” I perk up at the sound of some late night snacks, 

“I'm happy to go grab a snack, then watch a movie together?” I offer already hopping out of bed and putting on some comfy clothes. I throw a pair of shorts at lara, “We are not walking out of this room naked” 

“I personally dont have a problem seeing either of you two naked” Lara laughs, “but if you say so”

“It's not that I have a problem seeing you without clothes, Lord knows i don't, it's the others seeing you naked.” I shrug “I want you two all to myself” I sing-songy say as i quietly step down the stairs into the kitchen where a sleepy Manon and Daniela sit. I immediately blush at the situation. 

“Oh. My. God” Dani gasps seeing Megan and Lara quietly following behind me. “I KNEW YOU GUYS WERE FREAKY LIKE THAT” She whispers shouts at us.

“You guys need to keep it down, seriously its concerning how thin these walls are.” Manon sighs as she puts down her cup of tea. “You’re lucky that both Sophia and Yoonchae are deep sleepers. Would not want Yoonchae to hear what we heard.” she gags jokingly. I slap lara’s shoulder as she tries not to laugh.

“Its not funny, Lara, this is your fault to be real.” I blame her with a flushed face.

“I'm going to bed, now that we know the source of the noises.” Dani announces with a yawn. “Use protection, guys” She puts her hand on Megan's shoulder who's still stunned with embarrassment, then walks off to her shared room with Manon.

A/N yes this is poorly written but i was kinda getting stressed out abt writting this, ironic since this is abt stress relief lol. BUT working on some other stuff so please be patient with my adhd ass!

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