#pretty girlfailure behavior if you ask me

[the-kestrels-feather]

The Usher Family, by whether I think they are a Girlboss or Girlfailure

Girlboss: Vic, Madeline, Pym, Verna (she's not an Usher but she is, indeed, a Girlboss)

Girlfailure: Camile, Froderick, Tammy, Perry, Leo, Roderick

Girl-did-not-deserve-what-they-got: Lenore, Julius, Morrie, Allie, Juno

[gummarts]

Smells Like Roses

One shot | 797 words | Samarie x Marina (kinda)

I just love my girlfailure Samarie. Heres the link if you would prefer to read/support me on AO3 :3

Theres also a drawing related to this fic on my twt (gummrts)!

Samarie writes a Diary entry the night before she follows her "girlfriend" to Prehevil, and gets worked up when she smells Marina's scent on some souvenirs she was "given."

Dear Diary,

My girlfriend Marina is such a pretty lady. Today she looked at me for three whole seconds and I nearly fell over from how worked up I got! My lord, I'm so in love that it hurts to even breathe air if she's not in the same room as me! I can't believe she's finally comfortable showing us off as a couple in public!

Marina graciously gave me a lock of her hair to remember her by when she's away! She's off to visit Prehevil by train now that the great war’s finally ending. Little does she know I'm planning on tagging along! I can't wait to see that perfect mouth of hers smiling over the surprise I'm planning for when I'm over there! Maybe I'll even get closer to kissing her this time..!

For now, I'll sleep with the clothes she left behind tonight… My brain’s screaming at me to not do it, but it's so comfortable and still fresh with her scent.. I'll try not to ruin them too much this time!

Until I write again,

Samarie

With one last carefully written cursive letter, Samarie was finished with her diary entry for the night. She placed her pen down quietly on the desk and shifted her attention toward the clothing folded and laid neatly on her bed.

Unlike the other girls studying with her and Marina, she had a room to herself. Something about “unnatural behavior” that made every roommate leave sooner than later…

But Samarie embraced the quiet with open arms. She could practice the things she could say to Marina or sing Marina's favorite songs without the ignorant ridicule of others. Until she could work up the courage to ask Marina to move in with her, she was content with this arrangement.

She would stand to walk over to the clothes, running her pale thin fingers over the intricate stitching and silky fabric.

“Just like her skin..” The thought floated into her head. Already, her heart was pounding in her chest, deafeningly loud in her ears. It was like Marina was there, standing before her in the outfit she currently touched. She couldn't hold restraint any longer.

The pristine dress transformed into a crumpled mess in her hands as her face shoved deep into the folds. She inhaled as deep as she possibly could and then shakily let all her breath out. It was purely Marina’s signature scent, roses, filling her lungs like a warm hug from the inside out.

It sent her into a frenzy. She undressed as if she was doused with gasoline and set ablaze, practically tearing off her black dress and the white blouse underneath that she wore daily. Within seconds, the silky spring dress covered her lithe naked body. The fabric brushes against her sensitive chest, making her squirm a bit. Instantly, she saw just how aroused she was getting.

You see, like her beloved girlfriend, Samarie had a secret.

Her erection made a tent in the fabric, something that she would grimace at when her gaze lowered. It was disgusting seeing her body like this, but it helped to think that Marina had experienced the same pain as her. She could only imagine what their first time would be like. How Marina's soft hands would lovingly explore her subtle curves, or how her lips would slowly make their way lower via kisses to her stomach and hips. Marina would comfort Samarie over their shared affliction– she just knew it.

She was breathing laboriously by now. One hand stayed firmly wrapped around the girth of her cock, and the other balled up fabric and brought it to her nose. Only then would she begin, moving her soft hands up and down the length. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled her girlfriend's scent.

“Marinaaa–” She whimpered. Her brain flashed images of the times she watched from afar– times when Marina would put on a show for just her. When Marina's hips would buck into her hands. When she squirmed and whined out as her fingers curled deep inside, when she called for Samarie by name. When- When- When-!

Samarie’s hips pushed into her hand as she finished. Each thick string of cum was physical proof of her love and dedication to Marina. She would stroke a few more times, imagining that Marina was there to take it all.

She could hardly breathe, eyes wide as she looked down at the mess she'd created. She turned around and plopped down on her mattress. A sigh escapes her lips as her eyes fixate on the large stain her act of love created. She could not return the dress as planned– not tonight, anyway. She looks at her palm. Her affinity with Sylvian surely grew.

“...I’m so fucked up.”