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Who can I do this for?? And who would do this for me??
Don’t whine. I want you to full on moan, and scream for me.
I don’t know why, but ivory skin, and pink nipples get me every time.
Who wants to be my pretty princess, and eat me while I play Minecraft??
Someone HELP!!
I need titty pics RIGHT NOW!!
I’m tired of reading smut. Show me your boobs.
I need a woman in my life!
LET ME EAT YOU ALIVE!!
Lesbians!!
Is it possible to find a girlfriend on tumblr??
I am both feminine and masculine.
What’s up??
there's nothing more beautiful than a pretty femme who drives me absolutely crazy to the point where all my thoughts drift back to her. And she knows exactly the things to make me go so down bad for her.
it's 8:40 am right but I'm still sleepy
all I wanna do is lay my head in a pretty girl's lap
or just rest my head between her thighs 💔
just play with my hair pls pls pls
(I'm a sucker for thighs, big or small, or muscular I really dgaf oh my goodness I'm so single 💔)
need a dom fem to put me in my place and let me get myself off by pleasuring her while she tells me if I'm doing a good job or not
just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)
Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.
But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.
I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.
Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.
Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.
Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.
Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.
I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.
Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.
I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.
I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.
I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.
So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.
I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.
Oh shit...she’s waking up now.
(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx 🤍)
i need more people to get my norapiper vision
— COPYCAT
written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , cassie howard 𝔁 f! reader | wc 2250
summary. after cassie & nate’s so called relationship was called quits. you became nate’s new hot girlfriend. cassie being cassie did everything she could do to win nate back. from copying your hair & makeup, your fashion choices, and even the way you portrayed yourself. analyzing your every move.
warnings. mentions of jealousy, obsession, stalking, unwanted attention, emotional manipulation, internalized homophobia, unhealthy behavior.
‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. my first time writing a female character x reader. i wouldn’t call it wlw but maybe it could if you know what i mean. like just a girl obsessing over you! barely any dialogue by the way. CASSIE’S POV
i couldn’t stop looking at her. the way she looked at him. The way he looked at her. y/n wasn’t even trying— just laughing and being herself, nate’s hand on her lower back like it belonged there. the way he used to touch me.
there’s a tightness in my chest every time i see them together. like I can’t breathe, but I’m also addicted to watching. i hate it. but I can’t stop.
i stand at the edge of the party, my gaze darting between them. her hair is loose tonight, and i know that by tomorrow i’ll be doing the same thing. i’ll curl mine just like that. her outfit? It’s effortless, but it works. i’ll be ordering that exact top later.
it’s not that i want to be her. it’s that i have to be her. i have to understand why nate left me for her. what’s so special about her?
i know it’s pathetic. maddy would’ve tell me i’m insane, if she hadn’t completely cut me off after she found out about nate and i, and kat would probably give me one of her judgmental looks, but it’s not like i’m hurting anyone by copying her. it’s just a way to get nate’s attention back. to make him realize i can be what he wants — again.
i watch them for another second, the smile on y/n’s face curling into my mind, sinking deep into my thoughts. the way her lips look so perfect, a soft laugh falling from them as nate whispers something into her ear. his eyes trail her body, the same way they used to on me, but now they’re filled with this … desire that used to be mine.
beneath it all, it feels like she’s stolen everything from me. but i’ll get it back. as simple as that.
the first time i copied her hair, i saw nate look. just a glance, but it was enough. enough to make me think this wasn’t crazy. i could do this. if I could just be perfect, like her, he’d see it.
but tonight, watching them, i realize something feels wrong. different. It’s not just nate anymore. the more i stare at her, the more I feel this pull toward y/n herself. it makes no sense. i’m supposed to hate her. she’s the reason nate isn’t with me. she’s the problem.
but i can’t stop staring.
it’s not just her hair. or her makeup. it’s the way she carries herself. the confidence. the ease. i’m trapped in a cycle of fear and desperation. but she? she’s free. it’s slowly consuming me. at least i happen to be somewhat self aware.
that’s when i realize what it is — why i’m so obsessed. i’m not just jealous of her being with nate. i’m jealous of her. she’s everything i want to be. free, beautiful, confident … powerful. everything I’m trying to be.
and deep down … i know i don’t just want to be her. i want her to notice me. maybe if she did, i wouldn’t need nate.
the next day, i go all in. my hair, makeup, outfit — all styled exactly like hers. i even spent hours studying her instagram, her poses, her expressions. i have it all down. but it’s not just about nate anymore. i’m doing this for me. i want her to see me. to notice me the way nate notices her.
when i walk into the party later that night, i feel the buzz of attention immediately. people are looking at me, but i don’t care about them. i’m looking for her. and then i spot her, standing by the drinks with nate. her eyes sweep over the crowd, and i wait, holding my breath, until they land on me.
she stares.
it was only for a moment, but i saw it. and something in me snapped, change.
i walk up to them, my heart pounding in my chest. nate barely glances at me, but i don’t care anymore. it’s her i want.
❝ you look … familiar. ❞
she says it with a raised brow, a smirk playing on her lips, and my stomach flips. she noticed. she sees me.
❝ do i? ❞ i ask, my voice quieter than i mean for it to be, but she’s still looking at me. she’s really looking at me.
❝ almost like a mirror. ❞
my cheeks flush, but before i can say anything else, nate pulls her away, his hand on her waist, guiding her to the next room. but i catch the way she glances back at me over her shoulder.
for the rest of the night, i find myself watching her more than nate. she moves with such ease, completely oblivious to the way i’m hanging on her every move. her every smile. every word.
weeks pass, and the obsession only grows. i study her. every little detail. i spend hours scrolling through her photos, reading every post, learning her habits. i don’t care if it’s wrong. i need to understand her, to know her. i start showing up wherever I know she’ll be. parties, the mall, even the café she frequents.
one day, i see her sitting alone in a booth at a diner. i feel my heart racing as i sit down at the table across from hers, pretending to be engrossed in my phone, but really i’m watching her. her hair is pulled back today, and i make a mental note to try it the same way.
and then, she looks up and catches me staring. my heart stops.
❝ hey, cassie, right? ❞ she says, her voice casual, like it’s nothing, like i haven’t been stalking her for weeks.
i nod, my throat dry, and she smiles. she waves me over, and i feel my legs move before my brain can catch up.
❝ come sit, let’s talk. ❞
i don’t know what to say. she’s so calm, so … collected, and here i am, a nervous wreck. but as i sit across from her, i can’t help but feel like maybe this is it. maybe this is the moment she’ll understand me.
hours go by, and we talk about everything — nothing. she’s so easy to talk to. i feel like i could spend forever just sitting here, listening to her voice, watching her lips move. and then she says something that sends a chill down my spine.
❝ i know what you’re doing, cassie. ❞
my heart stops. i feel my breath catch in my throat, and for a second, i can’t speak.
❝ what are you talking about? ❞ i ask, trying to play it off, but my voice shakes.
she leans forward, her eyes locking onto mine, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe.
❝ i see you, i always have been. i’m not blind. i do find it very flattering though. ❞
i feel heat rise to my cheeks. i can’t look at her anymore, but i feel her eyes burning into me.
❝ i don’t know what you’re doing at all, but if you need a friend i’m always here. ❞
the words hang in the air between us, and for the first time, i realize what i’ve been chasing. it’s not nate. it’s her. it’s always been her.
i don’t know how long we sit there, just staring at each other. the world fades away, and all i can think about is her. how i want to be her, how i want to be with her. it’s all so confusing, but at the same time, it’s crystal clear.
❝ i guess i wanted you to notice me. ❞
her expression softens, and for the first time, i see her as more than just competition. there’s something about her that pulls me in, something i can’t ignore anymore.
❝ cassie, i noticed you a long time ago … ❞
© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024
