I wanther
"I DON'T CARE THAT SHE EVIL I'M IN LOVE WITH MADDIE NOLEN" I scream at the thousands of people in the crowd as they start booing and throwing tomatoes at me.
straight up i bet girls couldn't even hold me down or anything. if i wanted to i could definitely slip out of their grasp whenever. im the strongest and most agile girl in the world no matter what and if any girl wants to try and disprove that you're welcome to give it a shot :3
i support women’s rights but most importantly, i support women’s wrongs!!!
I might. Have fallen asleep midway thru proofreading my shit. BUT IM UP🗣️
actual real raw conversation i just had with my friend
can you guess who is who :3c
Yoko: Enid, have you ever won an argument with Wednesday?
Enid: She speaks Spanish and I shut up.
as someone with stretch marks on my thighs i can hear the gods singing to me
YOU REALLY, REALLY KNOW ME
i never liked my crooked teeth.
you tell me their your favorite thing... anything else?...
billie couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from you, and it went the same way for yourself. your eyes trained on hers, lips only inches away from her own, plump, red ones, bodies so close together it was like you two were a whole.
"what's wrong?" she speaks softly, her voice so quiet, almost like if she spoke even a little louder, the ceiling would cave in and trap you together. not that you would mind being stuck with her for an eternity.
the frown on your face isn't exactly unnoticeable, but it definitely wouldn't be noticed by anyone who had taken a quick glance at you. but, billie... she always knew whenever you were feeling down, "nothin'."
"then why do y'keep biting your lip, huh?"
fuck. she knew those little details. she knew every little detail of your life and your personality and almost everything about you. your eyes wander, hesitantly moving away from her face and looking down at the bed sheets.
they were still wrinkled from your... previous activities. it was a long night, and when you came home, billie saw those tired eyes of yours. she wanted nothing more than to take care of you, and she wouldn't hesitate to take you again if you needed it.
"jus'..." you sigh quietly, harshly biting down on your lip again. billie quickly moved a hand to cup your face, her thumb running along your bottom lip to tug it from between your teeth, "no more, mama, ts' gonna start to bleed."
her eyes were still focused on yours, her hand moving your head up to look directly into her eyes. you were safe with her, and she wanted you to know that. always.
your voice is shaky as you speak, your hand moving to her free one and interfacing your fingers. they fit perfectly in one another's, almost like you were made for her. only her, "marks—the stretch marks.. on my thighs."
"don't feel pretty," you confess, "wanna be pretty f'you, bills. you're so pretty, i—" billie quickly shushes you with a kiss. after a full 30 seconds, she pulls away, the both of you almost completely out of breath. your faces are flushed, saliva connecting your lips.
her eyes dart from one of your eyes to the other, then down to your lips and repeating the action over and over until she finds the words, "you are so unbelievably pretty, Y/N, don't ever tell yourself you aren't." she whispers, squeezing your hand softly in reassurance.
before you can reply, she pushes you off her lap, switching your positions so that you were laying on your back and she was in between your thighs, "these—" kiss, "—just—" kiss, "—make you—" kiss, "—even—" kiss, "—prettier.—" kiss.
she kisses every one of the marks she can reach, her thumbs rubbing circles on your waist. her eyes stay on yours, watching as your lips curve into a smile and tears form in your eyes.
"think you need a 'lil reminder, ts' that right?"
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so like ive never written smut and my writing is way different than any ive seen so i did some practice. and i expect feedback. 🧍♀️plus this isn’t about sm1 specific imagine it as you like
warnings(?): some pwp for the fuck of it, suggestive, sadomasochism, knife kink :3c, just a little sumsum
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cold. so cold.
shivers down your spine making you feel like a scared cat, if you could focus on that look on her face you’d think you also look like one.
a half smile, bent brows, so many emotions flowing in and out the current of your faces right in front of each other.
eyes don’t meet, lips don’t speak, breathing unmatched and trembling feet.
sound of clothes ripping interrupt the heavy breathing and unstoppable thinking
“you’re doing so good,” all in one sigh
no matter how wide your eyes are, you cannot see anything anywhere, yet she can see everything, even if you’re not speaking, she can hear every thought and choked word.
eyes on the hand
that hand that holds the knife
face flushed, legs weak, but you’re already laying down, how much lower can you go?
your hands gripping on your skirt are more prone to bleeding than your knife-teased neck
“do you not have trust in me?”
those eyes, so soft-bent, so shiny. you know they’re not sincere, their shine matches the knives and they look like they can break you.
ugh. she’s such a loser, i’ve GOT to fuck her!!1
letting pervy!loser!ellie touch you for the first time… inspired by this post. mdni. cw ; inexperienced!ellie, loser!ellie, perv!ellie adjacent. tit play. thigh riding. for some reason, this is longer than i intended.
subtlety was never ellie's best natural ability. no, really, it's not. walking into poles on the footpath, laughing too loud when she shouldn't—especially if it was something you said—and well, it's mainly you that voids her of subtlety. ellie isn't the wisest, and when she's crushing hard, her brain dissolves into fucking mush.
ellie's never felt so... nasty. when it comes to you, she has the most utterly insane thoughts imaginable. she's even thought about trying to steal a pair of panties out of your laundry hamper, but knew she couldn't pull it off clean enough.
when she sees something she likes, ellie can't help it. can you blame her? you had to know what you were doing to her, surely... that tank top looks like a second skin on your body, it's obvious you aren't wearing a bra either. the outlines of your nipples are prominent, the low neck of the tank revealing a fucking heavenly amount of cleavage. considering ellie's only had her imagination to go off—and she's been imagining what your body looks like naked—this is the closest she's ever got.
of course, what ellie wants to do right now is take a picture and let this last forever. but what she wants to do even more, is pin you down against the couch and take a proper look for herself. ha, as if.
this poor baby. she's been staring for so long, thinking you won't notice. of course you noticed! she's working herself up so much, shifting and squirming in her seat, trying to subtly press her hand between her thighs, and her eyes dart from the tv to your tits over and over.
it's a little tricky to decide how to act in response. she's your friend, and she just looks so worked up that you can't help feeling a little bad, almost like you owe her some for being the cause of her current issue. and she's vehemently reassured you that she's totally fine, just a little hot every time you've asked if she's alright.
"els?"
this time, when ellie looks over at you, prepared to force herself to make eye contact only, she unfortunately fails immediately. because you're holding your top up.
her face feels on fire, red filling her cheeks. she gasps upon initial reaction, but she still doesn't flinch or look away. she's practically stuck. that doesn't stop her from stammering a concerned question, though.
"how— why— would you do this?"
"oh." you tilt your head, drawing your lip between your teeth. the lip biting, your doe eyes, and your current state of indecency, it has ellie fucked over. "i just, i guess i noticed you were staring n' i felt like i owed you a look!"
"ohh." no, ellie doesn't understand you at all right now, but that doesn't make her ungrateful. she's trying not to act on pussy-whipped sentiments, but it's extremely hard. and what does she say in response? "you got.. niiiice boobs."
"thank you."
"can i..." ellie trails off, wiping her sweaty hands over her jean-clad thighs. "can i touch?"
her voice broke saying that, and she feels ridiculous. but you? you've never had a girl be genuinely nervous to touch you before.
"of course you can," you murmur, feeling warmth spread into both your face and panties. "i want you to."
"okay." you don't think you've ever heard ellie sound like this before. but she's reeling. you want her to do this. "i've never touched.. a girl before, never touched any boobs before, sorry."
"oh, reaaally?" you ask, giggling. somehow that only made your panties dampen more. "it's okay! just c'monn..."
"yeah, okay." ellie nods as if to psyche herself up, and then she moves closer to you. she makes sure, one more time, that her hands aren't clammy, before cupping your breasts.
she takes pretty firm handfuls, and her hands are shaky but so warm. ellie herself has to bite back a whimper, feeling your plushness in her palms. your skin is soft as silk. she's slow with it at first, massaging the supple flesh with slender fingers. the longer it goes on for, the more she discovers she really, really loves it.
ellie starts squeezing. she's hit gold when she brushes her thumbs over your nipples, because your entire body shivers. she lets out a shaky laugh before rolling the hardened buds beneath her callouses, watching you start to breathe a bit heavier. she experiments; pulling, tugging, pinching. she's squeezing your tits so roughly, pulling on your nipples a little too hard and yet when she does so, it makes you moan.
prettiest sound on earth. need to hear that more. ellie wants to hear that in her freaking dreams at night.
this feels like a dream altogether.
ellie doesn't really have any concept of gentle versus rough. she's plainly new to this and just a little over-excited. especially when you start to whimper. she's gone when she notices you start to rock your hips against the air, and she licks her dry lips.
"h-hey, come.. sit.. on my lap if you want..."
when you do, and ellie feels your thighs squeeze around her own, she feels her breathing speed up. she has her crush perched on her lap, grinding against her leg, and she's playing with your tits.
you drag your clothed cunt over ellie's thigh, back and forth. to hold yourself up you grab her by the shoulders and hold your top up between your teeth so ellie doesn't have to worry about a thing. you only want her to have the most perfect time manhandling your tits, so you'll be good and make sure your body is completely readily accessible to her.
"ellie, ellie!"
said girl is completely winded. she's wide-eyed, looking up at you like you aren't even real. you're squeaking out her name so sweetly, she's starting to think she won't make it. all this blood is rushing downwards and she can feel her pussy throbbing against her boxers. it feels like she's going to pass out.
"w-what's wrong?"
"nothingggggg, just keep doing that, s'feels sooo nice."
"oh! okay." honestly, ellie was also not so confident in her abilities. so to know that she is, somehow, making you feel actual pleasure? she's ecstatic. can't stop grinning so dumbly, bouncing her knee to stimulate you further.
and the way that your tits bounce right in front of her face? it's just so erotic. ellie relishes in the sounds of your weak whining, the fact that you're starting to sweat a little, and panting like a puppy.
"you're so fuckin' cute," ellie rasps, looking up at you. "you're doing so, so good."
now, ellie is no expert, her only 'training' is just the copious amounts of porn she's watched (and pretended was you and her). but she can tell you're getting close.
she also thought she'd be a little more suave with her words. she's trying so hard, yet for some reason no good dirty talk can make its way out. it's just getting stuck, as if she's really afraid to say it.
your orgasm builds up so fast. you hadn't even intended for it, but it hit you like a freight train. so hard and fast that when you cum, you pull ellie close and effectively suffocate her against your chest (by accident, of course), squeezing her tight whilst high moans and shrill gasps leave your mouth.
you slowly come down from the high, now panting into ellie's ear.
finally, she feels brave enough to speak up. that doesn't stop her voice from cracking, however, her shock evident. bless her.
"th–that's a good girl."