A/N: okay bear with me, this is a ‘poem’ (i don’t know what else to call it) that i wrote and when i read over it i realised some girls here would appreciate this imagery with their own infatuations, so whilst its not written like fan-fiction i felt generous enough to share it and i hope at least 1 of you will like it, best part is that you can picture any one of your favourite girls!!! Instead of a name i call the other character “Pretty”, so keep that in mind while reading, and again, this isn’t written like fan-fiction, but still i would appreciate it if you gave it a shot and told me what you think ♡
tags: lesbian only, think anyone!, femme!r, metaphors, suggestive, nsfw undertones but they are so slight and hidden beneath the wordplay that i can’t really count this as nsfw, sadomasochistic in a way, did i forget something? Let me know!
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I don’t want a cottage, i don’t want a life in simplicity and independency. I want a castle, i want an abandoned mansion adorned by vines hugging it long after solitude fell cold and loveless upon its very walls.
I want to hear the floors creak with every step, i want to hear the tremble of the floors effortlessly mirror the tremble of her legs, i want to have her, Pretty, and i want to keep her on her toes. I want, behind her gaze, to be as unpredictable as the grass around the mansion, a neglected ring of hues of green. Tall, short, eaten, rotten.
I want to give her the world, and i want to make her spin in the middle of it, i want to give her everything and make her feel like in a moment she could have nothing.
I want to make her dizzy and i want to make her euphoric, i want to see her scared and i want to hold her close, be the one to comfort her, Pretty.
I want our clothes to dance against each other when the weather drops and i take her out on walks, on the endless garden we’ve named ‘our hearts’ that no matter how long it’s been there for, untouched, unloved, uncared for, it just never seems to end.
I want her to let me tear her cotton fabrics apart and off, torn by grinding teeth and claw-like nails, hungry like a centuries-old vampire, lifetimes of self control and respect disintegrated in the very same time span Pretty’s clothes get ripped. Carefully laboured fabric, soft as freshly laved hair, made with the selfish, miserable thought of this granting them extra bread on their dinner plate.
And she would, she would let me tear her apart in one shared gaze. She would let me hold her and scratch her open, she would let me wound her because she knows i’ll be the one to heal her up again. And she knows i’ll do it before she can build the thought of asking me to.
She would let me darken her vision under the noon sun, heating and blinding. She would let me bruise her neck, violet splats trailing down her body like a rosemary. She would let me reach her depths and spin them around, it’d be nothing new to her, as long as her world is intertwined with mine she’s always spinning, she’s always dizzy. She would let me cradle her head as i treat her like fresh meat in aching, starved hands, because i’ve done so another hundred times, and each one she only seems more unwilted than the last.
Because she knows she’ll get me back.
Because she plans on making my darkest nights luminous, and she knows i’ll let her. The story is always the same; she unwraps me like a one-of-a-kind royal heirloom, her touches vigilant, precise on what she unfolds, what lies beneath her hands. And she knows i don’t fancy peace, her words forming clear juxtaposition to her touches, there are no blurred lines, my sense of touch and my sense of hearing are in two completely different words, and yet they co-exist in the pits of my stomach.
But like every child asking their parent to tell them a bedtime story, it doesn’t matter if its always the same, they always enjoy it the same. At the end of the day they fall asleep to it every time.
I’ll let her unwrap the lace off the corset, i’ll let her loosen every layer, watch the silks fall off my form, i’ll let her tell me the harshest things that leave my throat closing in on itself, as her hands soothe around my flesh getting me to ease up. She’ll rock me back and forth from being velvety to being cruel, i know it, and i will let her.
Because it takes two to dance, if you’re unable to match the other’s rhythm what’s the fun? It’s only enjoyable when you’re both having fun. 🫀
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.
Woaaah an art degree??
That’s so cool actually, that couldn’t be me. I think I’d fail like almost immediately.
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oh my no degree no way!! i just really like art in general, i don’t study it by choice :p every time i’ve tried to start i got bored and quit the extracurriculars immediately
and theres no such thing as failure, you either pick up on what you did wrong, do it again and fix it, over and over until its good, or you give up <- thats not implied to art only
a character is strong when they’re seen getting a punch and getting back up to throw another one, not when they only throw them - but when they have the courage to get up again, to me failure doesn’t exist
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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oh absolutely. i adore art, any form of it. drawing, writing, music, my loves! we’ll have to talk more about our shared interest.
and yes ma’am. nobody else but us then.
i would never kill you, my girl. wednesday would never hurt her enid, and i shall do the same.
and i apologise profusely, i will refrain from joking about the stalking part. looks like i’ll have to join you backstage then! will you welcome me in?
we definitely will talk more about our shared interest!! but i have pilates right now, so i’ll be gone for an hour, meaning that unfortunately, you have to miss me ;c
so yeah, i welcome you backstage, you just gotta give me the keys, i expect to open my phone to you after that hour ✧˖°
prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.
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.
You seem like you would study psychology (compliment) 🍓🍓
oouh thats a first one :0!! people often tend to tell me i should be a psychologist - i literally got told that today.
but i always say no because i would be doing it for money, and with that i’d have to help anyone who’s giving me said money. i dont want that, i have specific people in my life wether we’re close or not, and if i (can and) feel like helping them i will, my payment is them doing whats actually best for them and getting better :>
would you like to be 🍓 anon?
psychotic episode, all the feelings at once, if youre mentally stable youre in for a ride of how it feels to have every mental instability at once, but youre watching arcane so then again. you will be in pain of how much youre smiling one moment and how much it hurts the next, sadomasochistic in a bad way, these women are so fine i cant focus on ANYTHING i need to be strapped down lesbian style, i can take them all not in a fight, instead of putting jinx and cait against each other why dont they kiss. these lesbians man, if therapy was a thing accessible to Zaunites this show wouldn’t of existed, Caitlyn Kiramman is my Regina George and by that i mean as much as i hate her i still want her to like me, shes so i fine i need her (aimed at half the women atp), Caitlyn whata bitch leaving your girl like that….. can you be mean to me next he- *gets shot in the face*
thoughts on arcane pls?
IM FUCKING CRYING??
doing my part to make the blue eye samurai fandom worse
oh calling me a coward now? bold of you to assume that calling me that doesn’t just spur me on more, baby.
and i absolutely love lightcannon. i keep up with a lot of league of legends lore so i’m a big fan! i also have catra’s headpiece that i made myself, maybe i’ll have to show you some time!
and i get that it might be stalker behaviour but it’s geniunely just that we’re kinda maybe meant to be!
oh it’s almost like you know me so well. i think i’m enjoying this a lot more than i thought! i’m sure the time will come when i hit your dms, my pretty wolf.
you are something else, something that i cant wait to meet once the masks drop
i don’t know ANYthing league of legends related BUT!!! isn’t star guardian Jinx x Lux hinted to a crumb of context? i don’t know.. all i know is pretty girls.. opposite girls.. kiss kiss love..
Catra mentioned 🫡 you have to show me sometime, not maybe, you have to now
⤹ this you?
“One day we'll have a pretty wedding, and I'll be your everything We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part Oh, you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart” <- immediately thought of this at your comment on your stalker behaviour (im definitely dying first in a horror movie.)
you’re a twisted little thing and that has peaked my interest up to space, can’t wait to see the face behind this whole facade. i truly wonder, will you be able to keep up once you’re no longer a secret? or are you generally just this way?