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leaving hand prints on her ass, scratches down her back, hickies on her breasts, and bite marks on her neck

THIS IS A POST FROM A LESBIAN NSFT BLOG. CISHET MEN AND MINORS DNI.

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@whosmrgnn save me please

save me women's biceps

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yearning for a man who doesn’t know I exist

he’s just too damn sexy



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They find any way just to make you stay Right where they want you in their piss-covered games

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Need a pretty girl to hold my tits...

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Random nsfw ask game

😍 You're such a little freak (affectionate)

🕯️ You have a very comforting energy

🦴 You intimidate me

😳 Looking at you lustfully respectfully

🐇 I'll hunt you for sport (maybe I'm flirting)

💘 We match eachother's freak too well

💞 I'd let you do whatever you want to me

😘 Covering your face with kisses

💌 I'm too shy to message you first but you seem cool

🌸 I have a secret crush on you

🪱 Would you still love me, if i was a worm? :(

👠 Step on mee

🚬 I'm kidnapping you

🧸I volunteer to be your plushie

🐕 Petting you cause you're a good girl/boy

🎨 What color underwear are you wearing?

📷 Touching myself to your pictures

🫀 I want to fight you (sexual reasons)

🥊I want to fight you (you're annoying)

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 We should be roommates🏳️‍🌈

👁️ I'm outside your house

🦷 Biting you biting you biting you biting you-

🥃 Taking you to the gay bar

🤐 Touch grass

🌌 Let's go stargazing

🐟 Taking you on an aquarium date

🫄I WILL defy biology and get you pregnant

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a piece of you

cw — stalking. power imbalance / trust violation. minor physical violence. tracking / surveillance. ellie feels guilty. mild alcohol use. requested. sry for any mistakes

ellie was careful with how she watched you. methodical — obsessive, even — in the way she tracked your moves. she wasn't the type to make contact. she was purely there to adore you from afar. always a few strides behind, lingering in dark corners. you know, she shadowed you.

tonight was supposed to be no different. she stood tucked in the mouth of the narrow alley, watching while you paced along the cool brick wall outside the thumping bar. arms folded, face scrunched in thought. you'd told your friends to meet you out here. they were running late.

ellie found you effortlessly beautiful. you were her precious girl. not that you knew it. she never wanted to come off as a creep. she would've been content to stay there, watching quietly, soaking you in from her usual distance. that was until she saw him.

some asshole in a band tee stumbling his way toward you, beer in hand. she watched your expression shift.

"i'm not interested in talking to you," you snapped, voice clipped and cold. he didn't back off. of course he didn't. "c'mon, baby, just a few drinks. you going in the bar? i'll be nice," he slurred, voice all gravel and entitlement as high as ever. it irked ellie immensely to see someone all over you. especially a man just a few measly inches taller than her five-foot-five. if it came down to it, ellie could handle that.

you were strong and capable, she knew. but seeing the way your face dropped when his hand landed on your waist made her vision blur red. before she knew it, her feet were already moving, fast and decisive. "hey," she barked. "leave her the fuck alone."

he barely glanced at her. a mere scoff and shake of his head was all he offered. one of ellie's fists slammed into his chest while the other connected with his skull, sending him into the brick wall. "what, you don't fuckin' hear me?" she snapped, voice louder. the man wheezed, clawing at her flexed arm. she shoved him to the ground and spit beside him. "get the fuck out of here. god, you're pathetic."

the man sobered up real fast, scrambling to his feet. ellie didn't look at you right away. couldn't. the reality of her own exposure settling in. her fists were still clenched, bracing for whatever was coming.

when she finally turned, your eyes were already on her. wide. glossy. your lips parted like you didn't know whether to be scared or grateful.

maybe both.

"sorry," ellie muttered with a nervous laugh. "i just heard how pushy he was being. you okay?"

"y-yeah," you stammered, clearly still in aftershock. "thank you."

a beat of silence.

"hey, why don't you come inside with me? my friends will be here any minute. i'll just tell them to meet us inside." you were already pulling out your phone to text them. "what's your name?"

it was clear you rambled when you were shocked. ellie picked up on it instantly. she found it cute. vulnerable. and honestly? she was basking in the attention. being this close, hearing your voice aimed at her, watching your expressions up close — it was overwhelming in a way she hadn't prepared for. she hadn't realized how badly she craved this until now.

"ellie," she said.

and so she let you tug her by the wrist, through the crowd and into the bar. she didn't resist when you introduced her to your friends once they arrived.

your group wasn't suspicious. ellie looked like any other run-of-the-mill girl. no one would guess what she really was without reason. the only one with questions was jess, your best friend.

"who's that girl?" jess asked after a few shots, leaning in.

"that's ellie. some man was hitting on me and she literally saved me!" you giggled, the alcohol buzzing warmly in your bloodstream.

jess laughed and glanced over — subtle, but not subtle enough. ellie caught it. she didn't say anything. just looked away, jaw tight.

it was surreal. hearing her name slip past your lips. she wasn't supposed to be a part of your world — not like this. not so openly.

still, ellie couldn't stop looking at you. her eyes tracked you constantly, glued to your every movement. you weren't afraid of her. you didn't even suspect a thing. her quiet obsession, the constant watching, had gone completely unnoticed. that should've made her feel better. but it didn't.

a sharp pang of guilt crept up her throat. what really separated her from that guy outside? sure, he was sloppy and obvious. but at the core of it — wasn't she just another person who wanted something from you?

no, ellie told herself. not like him.

she would never lay a hand on you that way. never make you uncomfortable. she was here to protect you. to admire you. to keep you safe. but still, the line blurred in her mind.

then you laughed — sharp, sweet, bubbly — and bumped your shoulder into hers, teasing, "you look like you can't hang. do a shot with me."

you smiled at her like she was someone you'd known for years. your bubbly personality softened everything. and just like that, the guilt loosened its grip.

she took the shot with a small smirk, then downed the next two, tongue brushing her bottom lip. she didn't even flinch at the burn. in contrast, your face was scrunched.

"that all you can handle?" ellie teased.

you laughed, shoulders loosening. "please. i've had more."

the night moved on in the same way: drinks and giggles. you introduced ellie to more friends, shared fries at the bar, danced a little when the music hit just right.

and when you leaned your head on her shoulder in the booth later — tired, drunk, and happy — something cracked inside her. she knew she couldn't stop now. not when you were so easily letting her in. so fucking naive.

you were opening the door. and ellie? she wasn't budging. if anything, the obsession bloomed, thick and invasive like vines curling tighter. by the end of the night, she had to play the field.

"hey, could i maybe get your number?" ellie asked.

you pick your head up, eyes slightly droopy. anything sounded good to you — especially from her. god, had she always been this fucking hot? or was it simply the buzz letting you realize it now?

"yes. yes," you nodded, grabbing the auburn’s phone and messily mashing your number into her contacts, already texting yourself to save it.

eager.

ellie smothered her smirk with a quick throat clear. she was gonna play this. only to see how far you'd let her go. that's what she told herself anyway.

"wanna share locations?" she added, tone laced with faux concern. "i wanna make sure you make it home safely." her heart thudded hard. waiting.

you nodded again. and ellie eased. fuck, this was easy. tracking your phone alongside your car gave her a new advantage. if you didn't take your car, she'd still know where you went.

the guilt clawed its way up her throat like bile. she was being creepy. she knew that. but you were letting her. willingly giving information. god, it was messing with her head.

ellie watched as you and your friends piled into a rideshare. she stayed rooted to the sidewalk, watching the car until it turned the corner out of her sight. then she pulled out her phone and opened the text thread. there it was — the little blinking dot. you.

she tracked your location the entire walk home. didn't even consider sleeping until the dot stopped moving. when it finally did, she sat in the dark, the glow of her screen lighting her face, and typed your address into her notes app. just in case you stopped sharing.

finally, she set her phone on the nightstand. laid back against the pillow, and smiled.

she went to bed happier than she'd felt in months. because now? now she had a more significant piece of you.

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try to catch me off guard with the most weird anons!

ready set go!

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you really really really really like femmes who are silly

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let me help baby

WARNINGS ★ multiple orgasms , sweet talking , fingering , quiet sex (someone else is in the house), mommy kink, extremely needy billie ok?

AU ★ needy!billie x soft!reader

CONTEXT ★ read the fic girl ion know.

TAGLIST ★ @bilsbunni @agentbils @st0nerlesb0 @bilsbabyma @bitchesrbreakinghearts

AUTHORS NOTE ★ accidents happen and i accidentally used ‘i, me, ill’ etc so have fun.

the door’s open.

she gets out of the car without a word. doesn’t wait for me. doesn’t look back. just leaves it wide open like she knows i’ll follow.

and of course i do.

the sun’s already slipping away, painting the driveway orange. there’s a dog barking somewhere down the block, a sprinkler hissing. and billie, walking barefoot up her porch steps like she’s floating.

i park the car and sit for a second. breathe her in, even though she’s gone. even though she’s already inside.

“billie?”

my voice is soft when i step through the door. she’s not in the kitchen. not in the hall.

then i see her.

curled on the couch in the living room. her shirt and pants on the floor like she peeled herself out of them the second she walked in.

she’s in her bra and underwear, one leg bent, her hand moving between her thighs slow at first… but picking up speed.

“baby…”

she doesn’t speak. not yet. just opens her arms for me like i’m supposed to crawl into them.

and i do.

i sit beside her, wrap my arms around her, feel her chest rise and fall against mine. she lets out a quiet sound — not a moan, not a sob, just… need.

“what’s wrong?” i whisper, brushing her hair back.

that’s when i feel it. the way her fingers are still moving under my touch. the way her hips are rocking, tiny and desperate.

“need you,” she breathes. “need you s’bad. hurts.”

my heart breaks a little.

“you been waiting all day for me, sweet girl?”

she nods into my shoulder. she’s flushed and trembling and already soaked.

“you make it better, mommy. please.”

i glance toward the hallway.

“i think zaryiah’s home, baby. you gotta be quiet for me, okay?”

she nods again, quick and messy. her lips part as she moans, but i shush her gently, laying her back against the couch cushions.

“good girl.”

i take over, my fingers slipping in where hers were, and her whole body arches.

she bites down on her lip so hard i think she might bleed. her hands grab at my shoulders, my arms, anything she can hold onto.

“i’ve been good,” she whispers, voice shaking. “s’good. don’t stop, please.”

i curl my fingers just right and her walls flutter, pulling me in deeper. she lets out a tiny sob and i cover her mouth gently.

“shh. don’t wake anyone up, baby. you’re doing so good. you’re perfect.”

i pick up the pace, adding a third finger, watching her squirm, watching her fall apart under my touch. her legs start shaking. her eyes roll back.

“right there,” she gasps into my palm. “right there, please please—”

i press my forehead to hers.

“you can let go. it’s okay. cum for me, baby.”

and she does.

her whole body tenses, thighs clamping around my hand, her breath catching on a broken moan as she cums hard, soaking my fingers.

i hold her through it, kissing her temple, her jaw, the soft spot under her ear.

“that’s it. you did so good for me, sweet girl.”

she sniffles a little, body still trembling.

i pull her into my lap and cup her cheek.

“mommy’s so proud of you.”

she smiles, dazed and flushed, and buries her face in my neck like she never wants to move again.

her breathing slows against my neck, soft and warm. she’s still flushed, skin glowing in the dim light of the living room. her thighs are sticky and trembling. i’m still buried in her lap, hand cupping her face like she’s made of glass.

“you okay?” i whisper.

she nods, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted like she might cry again. or moan. or say nothing at all.

but then she kisses me.

slow. hungry. deep. not rushed like before — no panic, no desperation — just quiet, aching want.

her hands slip under my shirt. her fingers trace up my ribs like she’s trying to memorize me. and when she kisses down my throat, i already know.

“again?” i murmur against her jaw.

“please,” she breathes. “wanna make you feel good this time. want you to use me.”

the way she says it makes my stomach drop. makes my thighs clench.

i help her up and take her hand. we walk barefoot to the kitchen, her underwear slipping lower with each step. i turn on one small light above the stove — just enough to see her. see her lips. her eyes. her shaking fingers as she unbuttons my pants.

she drops to her knees on the tile like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“billie,” i warn, voice already wrecked. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to.”

her voice is soft but sure. “been thinking about it all day.”

her hands slide over my thighs. her mouth finds the edge of my underwear and pulls it down with her teeth. when her tongue touches me, i nearly lose my balance.

“fuck—”

i grab the counter behind me. her eyes flutter closed.

she’s messy with it, slow at first, then fast when she hears the way i fall apart. her nails dig into my hips, holding me in place. she moans against me like she’s the one being touched.

“such a good girl,” i whisper, hand tangled in her hair. “so fuckin’ good for me.”

she hums against my clit and my knees almost buckle. i pull her up before i fall apart completely, lift her onto the counter like she weighs nothing.

she wraps her legs around me, still hungry. her hands yank at my shirt, nails scraping lightly down my spine.

“you gonna take it again for me?” i ask, slipping two fingers inside her.

her head falls back against the cabinet, a long whine escaping her lips.

“yes, mommy. anything. please—”

her legs tremble against my sides. i pump faster, deeper, curling into that spot that makes her break open. she claws at my shoulders. kisses my cheek, my lips, my collarbone.

and when she cums again — harder this time, louder — i press my lips to hers to swallow the sound.

she stays on the counter after. breathing heavy, legs open, panties dangling from one ankle.

i kiss the inside of her thigh and rest my head there.

she runs her fingers through my hair like she’s still in a trance.

“you okay, sweet girl?”

she nods. her voice is barely there.

“i love you.”

i smile into her skin.

“i know.”

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she calls me sweet girl and angel and i crumble to the floor

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TATE AND LAROI WERE SO CUTE TOGETHER

:(((

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WE NEED TO STUDY THIS!!!

the hmhas era needs studying guys she’s so ajsjcnsnsnsncncn I CANT

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current mood

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

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