qui est là?

“hey.” you say with a low grumble as she walks over to where you're seated. without word penelope kneels on the couch and sits sideways on your lap. her legs curl to your legs and you pull her body closer to yours with outspread arms. she buries her head into the crook of her neck and nuzzles her nose against your skin. “hey.” you mumble again, straight in her ear now, your hands circling her back. “everything okay?” she shakes her head no, without moving away from you. “wanna talk about it?” penelope shakes her head again and her hands tremble slightly from their spot behind your neck.

“my head hurts.” she mutters after a while and her hands go for her earrings. “can you take them off?” she asks in the softest voice and who are you to deny her? you cover her fingers with yours and pull in to give them a kiss. then you push back against the couch a little further and sit penelope straighter, your fingers working to take off her earrings first. you lay the pair next to your book by the table. then her chunky brown necklace, her shiny bracelets covering her wrists, finally the two rings. you try to get penelope to get up and change but she is insistent on staying her ground in your arms. “i just wanna sleep first… for a little while.” she looks right into your eyes. her eyes too tired to convey any emotion other than weariness. whether she is enraged or sad, you’re unsure. “please?”

“okay.” you whisper, pulling her head to rest against your chest. “okay. but promise me you’ll let me wake you up and take a shower. we need to get some food in you before you head off for next morning.” penelope nods, her eyes closing. “can i take down your hair?” you ask with your fingers threading through her scalp. “please.” pen almost whimpers.

you smile to yourself as you start to take off her double pigtails. pulling softly at her ties you free her blondes. penelope only sighs softly once you throw away her hair ties next to the accessories. your short nails rake her scalp and you start to slowly massage her head. her messy waves tangle around your fingers, you smooth it out with your palms and penelope exhales shakily. “they made me watch some stuff.” she says after a while of your fingers working. her voice sounds wet. you want to swallow up her whole misery right into your chest. “for work, you know. and…” you hear penelope let out a sob and your heart shatters.

“shhhh…” you pull her in tighter, her nails digging into your arms and back as she keeps whimpering softly. “it’s okay. i’m here.” you mutter, kissing her hair and inhaling her scent in. “it was so bad.” she says. “so, so bad… i can’t get them out of my head.”

“i know. i know baby.” you try to calm her down, utterly helpless because there is no solution for it. that’s her job, what she has to do. and there’s nothing she can do about it when it comes with the horrors. the gruesome. “i’m here.” you keep stroking her hair and giving kisses on particular spots. penelope keeps crying for a while, her hands squeezing your sides, then up to your back, your shoulders, holding on. “thank you.” she whispers after a while. her voice is barely back to it’s usual tone. “for what?”

“for having me, letting me be simple. honest.” she says without looking into your eyes, they’re fixed on a spot on the floor as her head lays motionless on you. “penelope… you don’t have to-”

“give me a kiss.” she interrupts your words, knowing well what you mean. but she just wants to say it, put it out there.

she puts a hand on the back of your neck and pulls your lips down on hers. you hum as she kisses you, letting her scent blind your senses. when she pulls back you can see the spark return to her brown irises. penelope chuckles so lightly as she wipes a smudge from her lipstick at the side of your mouth. the fatigue exposes itself when she lets out a long sigh.

“now i really need some sleep.” she mumbles, returning to her comfortable position next to you, looping her arms around and keeping you close. “okay babygirl.” you kiss her temple and speak slowly. “sleep. you’re safe. i’m with you.” you can see the smile form on penelope’s lips as she drifts off to sleep. you doze off after a while yourself, deep in sleep with thoughts about penelope and her warm body near you.

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janine teagues ❀

#1 most awkward human being on this planet when it comes to sexting. the struggle is real but she pulls through !!

says mwah mwwah for kissing effect excessively

gets insanely flustered and forgets how to type when she gets sent nudes, causing you to contemplate every single decision ever. when she can remember how to respond, she makes sure it's appreciated.

i just know she's so sweet. so so sweet about the whole prospect of flirting over text, sexual or not. loves a cute goodnight message, sending fit checks and random morning selfies, face-timing over lunch breaks etc…

janine objectively can flirt over text anywhere but she prefers to do it in the privacy of her home when no one can see her, even you. so she can do it as free and horny as she wishes to. and she tends to get specific when so, telling you how wet she is, how much she craves to have her lips on you, asking you if you can come over...

when it comes to getting each other off on the phone, i think she likes to keep it only on voice calls. focusing on the way you breathe and the roll of your voice and the wet sounds of your fingers only spurs her further. her own voice gets really really out of breath when she's close, not bothering to stifle her moans in any way. and unlike her usual demeanor, she doesn't like to talk during sex. getting a bit shy and a bit too focused to form any kinds of word. she let's you do all the talking instead.

enjoys sending you tiktoks of couples that resembles the two of you and captioning them with "look babe that's us. // i'm the short one if you can't tell :3" and if they are vaguely suggestive she writes "can't wait to do this with you"

it's silly but on harder days she gets secretly hornier. and you can understand it in the way she types up "feeling tired // can you come over and put your weight on mine // i think i ruined my second pair of panties ughh"

ava coleman ୭ ˚

oh she's freaky. she's NOT one for the weak. once you slightly flirt with her over text she's going to be bombarding those notifications whenever she feels like punishing you, claiming 'you asked for this.'

and the worst (best) part is she can do it anywhere and everywhere. you could be sitting next to her at a teacher's meeting and she would just type (with the most nonchalant face) "slow down your breathing girl. // don't want everyone knowing how horny you are."

she's sarcastic when she's sexting, just like she's at everything else. and an absolute tease at that. she would deliberately push your buttons, call you "doll, her little plaything, angel" and pretend like she doesn't know anything when she sees you afterwards. gets off on the way you struggle to form any thought because her words about how she wants to drag you into one of the storage cabinets are still replaying in your head as you stare at her standing by your desk, feigning ignorance.

ava sends the filthiest, dirtiest, long descriptions of things she is going to do to you once the two of you get home because you've been acting like a brat, or just because she wants to do so. they always begin with "you know what's interesting buttercup? // i can't seem to find a reason not to punish you today." and go on and on about how she wants you trembling, at her absolute mercy, slick with her spit and your own wetness. sentences about how she is going to tease you for however long she finds fit because 'only good girls get treats', how she can't wait to bend you over the first surface she finds and make you shake with her name.

ava loves buying you stuff because you spending her money makes her kinda horny. and she immediately expects pictures of what you bought without her. drowning you in her own way of complimenting and explaining in explicit detail of how she's going to take it off of you the next time she sees you.

barbara howard ✴︎

she’s very shy at first and considers it all very blasphemous but over time she warms up to the whole concept and is actually very into it.

one thing is that she will be very poetic about it, just like everything else. she won't be downright dirty writing directly explicit things, at least not at first. she'll take it slow. texts like "missing your beautiful smile." during lunch break slowly turning into "can't wait to kiss your neck, darling." or "stressed out of my head today, sweetheart. promise you'll be good for me when i get home?"

i just know barbara howard more than appreciates a nice tit pic. like a good old cleavage shot, showing off a new bra, nipples peaking through your shirt, whatever it is you name it, she would lovvve to see it coming. big or small it doesn't matter. at first she would get insanely flustered, scared anyone at school would notice it. but once the initial shock passes by she becomes possessive, demanding even. "lemme see those pretty girls now," she would write after a small ramble about how she's having a hard day.

as you can tell, i have lots of thoughts about this woman BUT. i think she would be into sending voice messages... (๑﹏๑) and you would just ask for more and more. not even dirty ones. just sending voice msgs when she's too busy to type out. (it's giving that one image "my god ur voice is so attractive. can you tell me to kms")

she has a strictly nights-only protocol when it comes to actually dirty stuff tho. and you make sure to abuse that protocol to the best way you can. trying to get into her dm's every night she's not w you, spending extra time setting up your camera for her to see and convincing her to do the same...

when talking you through your orgasm on the phone, she's very very verbal. praising you for your hard work, how good you are being for her, lavishing you with her words and breathy, sultry voice. but when she's on the other end of the deal, she gets bashful. it took some time to convince her to let you pay back. and when you are the one telling her those same things barbara goes almost mute. just the sound of her occasional moans coming through the phone paired with the wet sound of her fingers working inside herself.

melissa schemmenti ꨄ︎

we all know this woman has trust issues. so if you don't "label" things before starting to flirt over text, she will be very hard to get, barely giving in. it will take time to convince her to play into your little games.

but when she does, she's unstoppable. literally.

i think melissa is the type to seem cold but be clingy or needy over text, in a sense. she will check in more than a few times everyday when she can't see you, demand pictures and general updates. she isn't in it just for the sex and wants you to know that.

one thing i feel sure of is that she sends pictures. like a random tuesday night and she would send a photo of herself laying in bed, barely clothed, dripping wet, captioned with a "thinking of you" text. of course it would be followed by you coming over to her place. if you can't make it there she immediately calls you up, tells you how she wants to feel you near at least, telling you how wet and hollow she is in that needy voice. it wouldn't take long till she's panting and huffing out moans.

or she would be at school and would slide into one of the bathroom stalls, pull down her shirt to reveal her cleavage, the tops of her bra peaking out, and send you a shot. you would eat it up, because of course you would. and melissa thrives off of flattery so she would purposefully ask "what do you think of my new top, hon?" knowing exactly well what she is doing.

oh i know she's very verbal and rather loud during sex (low-key canon wtf) and that's no different over the phone either. she is not shy at all as she orders you to come on your fingers or compliments the whiny sounds you make. she isn't shy when she's touching herself either. moaning and whimpering just for the speaker to catch, placing the phone between her legs so you can hear just how wet she is for you, whimpering out words like "i'm cumming" or "fuck, just right there hon. keep going." even though you aren't actually there, knowing it drives you insane.

thank you for reading i'm suuuuper embarrassed to post this ughh >_< plsplspls lemme know if anyone would be interested in more or in me expanding on barbara i just wanna post for her sooo bad. i just generally have too many thoughts about these women, might make a part 2 because i simply couldn't stop writing it all up

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