#Soft butch meets stone butch

[cruelsister-moved2]

I was wondering if you could elaborate on what you mean by you don’t think femme4femme is a thing? Like do you not agree with it or not think people have that experience, or is a historical or terminological disagreement?

no like theres plenty of feminine women who want to fuck other feminine women it just doesnt really have much to do with the butch/femme subculture and like most people who are going out of their way to announce that they're femme4femme are just doing it in a defensive like uhmm i only like pretty cute soft pink uwu girlsss 🥺 way thats just terminally irritating 😭 ur the default majority already so it like comes hand in hand with this idea that butch4femme couples are like somehow privileged and proximal to heterosexuality or something ... and to me in that context femme is just meaning like that ur a feminine woman in purely aesthetic terms so like idrc if ur using that word to describe who u wanna bang in the appropriate context, but i dont think it constitutes a femme identity in the butchfemme way which literally only exists in the first place out of courting rituals between butch and femme women. so yeah its historical/terminological for sure, hopefully what i said makes sense<3

i do think its worth considering like how internalised lesbophobia and the stigmatisation of gnc women etc might be affecting this and like i say, a lot of the like aggressively femme4femme ppl are young gays w a lot of internalised lesbophobia who need to make it clear that theyre like an acceptable pretty soft whatever lesbian not like those dykes, but thats not me saying that ur problematic for not fancying butches or something - like were the roles reversed id be the exact same bc feminine women just arent what's attractive to me n thats fine. but the reason a lot of our hackles go up at that term is because through experience we've come to associate it with dehumanisation of our partners and dismissal of our desire, etc. a lot of ppl have some kind of variation and maybe like really androgynous girls or all sorts of girls who are both feminine and masculine or whatever whereas i feel like if ur out the gate dismissive of anyone whos not hyperfeminine that is just to me more likely a sign that uve got some stuff to deal with. but thats for u & like ill never dismiss someone purely based on who theyre attracted to thats crazy but if ur framing it in a way thats clearly defensive against proximity to the gnc women in ur community or something then yeah i dont think you have any right to the subculture which they built and defended as a safe space from people exactly like u!! i hope that makes sense and any follow up qs are totally welcome if i said anything that confused u or u dont agree, i hope i dont come off hostile or anything 🥺 also i just realised i have a really bad habit of oscillating between second and third person when i start talking about an abstract group so jic im not referring to YOU, anon but to like a vague ye <3

#ask #anon #butchfemme #feminine lesbians who like other feminine women can still be gnc and have complicated gender bla bla etc etc etc #i just mean this one specific history and subculture it doesnt make any sense for u to claim if u have no interest in butches #and like im alwayssss saying terms just exist to describe experiences so im not like gatekeeping ur experience or whatever #im just saying the term femme in that sense has no meaning to me outside of the experience of like relating to butches in a certain way #so idrc if ur like #saying that on ur dating profile to communicate who ur interested in w/e #its just the girls who come on here and are all omggg can we stop erasing femme4femme femmes!!!! or whatever #please turn on any lesbian tv show ever and tell me where this erasure is queen #i feel like im struggling to explain the type of person bc its like ...iykyk #but usually if i meet someone who just happens to like fem girls theyre not going to be all OMG I ONLY LIKE PRETTY PURE SOFT DELICATE GIRLS #EYELINER HIGH HEELS MINI SKIRTS CHRISSY CHALALAPECKA<333 #the second i meet them whereas if im on some girls acc n shes got 'femme4femme' in her bio 9/10 times i scroll down her blog n its very tha #and ik these girls would define me . a stone femme . as like butchy femme or soft butch or w/e #because the fact that im obviously the 'girl one' when i stand next to a masc one is how im conceiving of myself #rather than like what would a str8 guy think if he saw me walking down the street #sorry this is sooo long i just feel like its such a Thing and like all of us know without saying exactly why i dont like it but i do wanna #explain what that is so it doesnt look like im just being a hater to girls who like that pic of the girl putting makeup on the other girl #or w/e #im an ally to ur culture just wish it was more mutual <//3

[crashandlivewrites]

@soapsgf and I were feeling gay so we wrote lesbian fics for each other <3

Pairing: fem!Ghost x fem!reader (or rather, stone top butch Ghost x pillow princess reader)

CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, cunnilingus, mention of a strap, relationship insecurities, Ghost communicating (?!?!), use of daddy one (1) time

Word Count: 2.1k (this was meant to be a drabble oops)

You were cuddled up on the couch late at night in your small flat you shared with your girlfriend, Simone, whenever she was back from deployment. Your hands had slithered their way underneath her jacket and shirt, leeching the warmth from her body as she had one of her muscled arms thrown casually over you, keeping you tucked into her side as her fingers traced mindless patterns over your body.

Playing on the tv was a reality show you enjoyed, yet tonight you weren’t really paying attention to it. Simone had even chimed in a few times, to show her interest in the show for you, but her statements and questions remained unanswered. It wasn’t until something ridiculous happened that would normally have pulled a barking laugh from you that she decided enough was enough.

Switching the tv, she placed a hand over your shoulder, shaking you lightly.

“You gonna tell me what’s been rollin’ in your head since I got home or not, pretty girl?” Her voice startled you, breaking you out of your daydream as you pulled back from her, furrowing your brows.

“What? I’m sorry, wasn’t listening.”

“Clearly.” She gave you a pointed look. “Wanna know what’s on your mind, lovie. You haven’t been right since I got back.”

“Nothing. Just tired. Been a long day.” You tried to dissuade her, waving your hand as you reached over her to take the remote, only to my stopped by her firm fingers on your wrist.

“I’m not stupid, nor blind, love. You haven’t been yourself. You’ve been quiet.”

Cursing inwardly, you looked away from your overly observant girlfriend, trying not to show your discomfort. Of course, she’d noticed the small things that no one else would. Your brows furrowed and you wrung your fingers as you tried to search for the right words. Simone just sat there, a reassuring hand against your shoulder, letting you know she was there to listen. She always was.

“It’s stupid… really, I don’t know why it’s affected me so much.” The hesitancy was evident in your voice, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“It’s not nothing. It’s got you in a tiff.”

“It’s…” You faltered, eyes flicking around the room as you were unable to look at her. Only when her hand reached out to grip your jaw did you force yourself to meet her gaze and continue. “It’s about sex.”

“What about it?”

“I just… don’t you feel left out?” Her brows knitted together, and she angled her head, signalling for you to continue. “I feel like I’m always just lying there when we have sex. I do nothing. You’re doing everything, Simone, including getting me off but not yourself. Don’t you hate that?”

Her hand went soft on your jaw as her thumb stroked your cheek, eyes boring into yours.

“What stupid video have you seen now?” Blinking, you cocked your head and looked at her in bewilderment.

“How did you—”

“Doesn’t take much. Let me guess, some wanker of a broad on tiktok made a video about how pillow princesses are lazy and should do more work, hmm?” Simone leaned forward, getting into your space as you stared at her, dumbfounded.

“But isn’t it true?”

“I think you’re missing the point of the term, princess.” She elongated the term of endearment as her hand ran down your neck. “I like making you feel good. Just you. Besides, the way you sound when you come, who wouldn’t want to hear that?”

Your face heated and you tried to push her away in protest as she smiled, flashing a toothy grin before running her tongue along her lips. Though her words struck a chord with you, there was still some lingering doubts swimming in your head.

You could count the total amount of times you’d gotten her off with your own mouth or fingers on one hand. The queasiness in your stomach, however, didn’t fade with her reassurance.

“Do you not like me in that way?” Your voice was small and filled with shame, as if you already knew the question was stupid, but you couldn’t stop the feeling from clawing its way up. Simone’s eyes softened and her long fingers ran along the back of your head.

“Lovie, it’s not like that. You know it takes me a lot to want to be in the mood to receive. It’s got nothing to do with not wanting you. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“But your job is stressful! Surely you’d want some release when you come back?”

“You’re my release, princess.” She whispers, voice lowering as she leans in. “The way you’re so obedient for me, how you spread your legs so eagerly, how wet you get when my fingers barely graze your skin… you’re a fucking sight, princess. And you’re mine.”

The drop in her tone sent a rush of arousal through you. Pursing your lips and squeezing your thighs together, you whine in protest.

“I want to please you!”

“You do fuckin’ please me, lovie. The sight of you on our bed, legs spread open, begging for me to touch you like a good little slut. My good little slut. Makes my head spin. Hearin’ you scream my name as you squirt over my face? A fucking godsend.”

Simone was now shuffling over the couch into your space. You felt the sturdy armrest pressing into your body as you leaned back, face heating and heart thumping. True to her words, your legs were unconsciously spreading for her, accomodating her broad frame as she nestled between your thighs, her large hands caressing your pliant one.

“Simmy…” Your voice was barely above a squeak as she cocked her eyebrow up at you, the smirk on her face deadly.

“What is it, my little princess? What do you need?”

“You.” Simone hummed, shaking her head.

“More specific, princess. You know the rules.” Her hands slid up your thin shirt, tweaking at your nipples and drawing a gasping moan from you.

“Mouth… want your mouth Simmy please.”

“My mouth where?” She pressed, squeezing your tits now in her large hands as her mouth descended on the bare skin of your stomach, pressing soft kisses as she waits for you to reply.

Moaning both in delirious pleasure and frustration, you managed to lift your head up and look down at her with a frown.

“You’re so cruel.” You pouted accusingly at her, and she laughed darkly in response, but she didn’t make any further movements. Not able to resist any longer, you tilted your hips up so they were closer to her mouth. “Want your mouth on my pussy and want you to make me come.”

This time, your girlfriend grinned wickedly, adjusting you both so your legs were thrown over her muscled shoulders.

“My good fucking girl, using her words. Gonna reward you for that.” And she did.

Her lips immediately latched onto your clit after pushing your underwear aside, dragging her tongue up your slit as she moaned, fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs. Moaning into your cunt, she moved down, tongue lapping over your wetness as your fingers wound their way into her hair.

She usually buzzed it short whenever she left for the field, then let it grow. Right now, it was just long enough for you to tug at with your fingers as you cried out her name. Simone had always been godly with her mouth, and tonight was no different.

Tonight, she was taking her time with you, pressing soft kisses over your sensitive flesh, her tongue sliding languidly up your cunt, delving into your wet hole and groaning at your taste.

“So fuckin’ wet f’me lovie. Practically dripping on our couch.” Our couch, she says. You grin amidst the pleasure, thinking about how quickly Simone began to call your home hers as well.

Sucking your clit back into her mouth, she reached down so the pads of her fingers were prodding at your soaked entrance. Clutching at her hair, you rolled your hips, eager to feel the delicious stretch as she pressed her long fingers into you. But she didn’t. Instead, she clicked her tongue and pulled back.

“So greedy tonight, princess. What was all that talk about earlier? Wanting to do all the work? No sweets, you belong here, beneath me writhing and moaning like the little slutty princess you are.”

“Simone.” You whined, rolling your hips once more as your cunt throbbed in need.

“Look at you.” She cooed, grinning salaciously as her eyes raked over your body, clothes having been shoved haphazardly out of the way. “Looking like a proper slag now, princess. Cunt all wet and swollen, perfect tits out on display. Should take a photo.”

Your lips parted at the suggestion, the debate waging in your head.

“Is that what you want?” She hummed thoughtfully.

“Probably not. As much as I’d love to show you off and brag to the blokes that you’re a fuckin’ babe, you’re mine, princess. And only I can see you like this.” To back up her words, Simone’s teeth dragged possessively along your inner thigh, wringing out another moan from you.

Returning her attention to your clit, she flicked it with the tip of her tongue, the barest stimulation still sending shivers up your spine and making your thighs clench around her ears. Ghosting her middle finger down your slit, she pressed it inside you, groaning at the ease.

“Fuck lovie… never gonna get over that feeling.” She pressed another in for good measure and curled, making you squeal and grip her hair tightly, holding her face to your cunt as she ravished you.

“Please… oh god please Simmy. ‘m gonna come.” You panted, heat pooling in you. She pulled back, thumbing your clit as she grinned down at you, fingers still plunging into your slick hole.

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl for me and come, aren’t you? Gonna make a mess all over our couch and make it smell like you?” Now it was her turn to moan as she leaned back down, alternating between her tongue and thumb as she spoke.

“Love the way you smell, the way you taste… I’d live off you if I could, sweet girl. My good girl. Mine.”

“Yours, Simmy… always yours.” You managed to get out, head spinning as your fingers tightened. You were spiralling, her attentiveness to you was unparalleled, knowing exactly where to press, flick, and suck.

Unable to contain the feeling, you cried out, one hand flying to grip the couch below you as your back arched and thighs trembled. You could feel your pussy pulsing around her fingers, clenching around them tighter as the coil in your gut tightened. Your body was tantalisingly close, perched on a knife’s edge before the spring snapped and you moaned her name as your eyes fluttered closed, head tipping back.

Simone hummed contentedly into your pussy, lapping gently as she worked you through your release. Once your body had sagged back down onto the couch and your walls had stopped spasming around her fingers, she lowered back down to place a soft kiss on the hood of your clit. Jerking from overstimulation, you whined softly, but giggled as you opened your eyes blearily to look up into her smiling face.

“So fuckin’ pretty, lovie.” She whispered before diving in to claim your mouth, tongue immediately pressing in so you could taste yourself. Pulling back just as quickly, her eyes darkened with lust, she looked down at you, head cocked slightly.

“Got an idea, princess. Since you had all that talk about doing some work in the bedroom, why don’t you get out that strap of mine that makes you scream?”

Drawing your lip into your mouth, you nodded eagerly, quickly getting up on shaky legs as you stumbled to the bedroom. You could hear Simone laughing as you walked, but you didn’t care. Returning, strap in hand, you held it out to her.

It was a mean thing, cruelly thick and curved, large enough to hit that spot inside you that made you cream with ease, and she knew it too. Standing up, Simone loomed over you, shucking off her jacket and pants revealing her hulking frame, she tugged on the strap before sitting back down on the couch, legs spread in a way that made you want to crawl between them and worship her. But she had other plans.

“Want you to ride me, lovie. Ride my cock until you can’t take it anymore and need me to take over. Wanna watch that pretty face fall apart as you realise you can’t come without me, then I’ll plow you into the couch.” Whining softly, you crawled into her lap, positioning yourself over her strap.

“Be a good girl and ride Daddy’s cock, like a pretty little slut.”

#crash writes #cherry 🍒 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #ghost smut #fem!ghost x reader #fem!simon riley x reader #call of duty #call of duty smut

[archangeldyke-all]

masterlist :)

hi babies <3 here's my masterlist! i'll try to keep this as up to date as possible!

sevika and her chihuahua 🐕

cockwarming sev while she works

making sev lunches

flustering sevika

5 ways you drive sevika wild

sevika and your plushies

office crush sev

soft sex with sev

relationship hcs/ chasekink

sevika dating a younger girl

simp sev!!!

sev comforting you when you're overwhelmed in the bedroom

semi-public hard but loving sex

simp sev being sexy

tattoo artist sev!

sevika as a gf hcs

controlling a vibe sevika's wearing ;)

cuddling with sev

even more simp sevika because shes the loml

passionate sex with sev

tattoo artist sev pt. 2

librarian sevika

ex sevika

sevika crushing on you

lighting her cigars for her

sevika's insecurities

sevika with a rambling reader

gymfluencer sevika

gangster reader

boxer sev and PT reader

more cuddles with sev

jealous sevika

sugar mommy sevika and virgin reader

butch 4 butch sev!!

having her baby 👶

firefighter sev and emt reader

sevika comforting you

virgin sevika

surprising sevika with a buttplug

modern sevika clubbing

more sugar mommy sevika

dirty talk ;)

spit kink sevika

blind date meet cute

jealous reader

soft reader

friends with benefits who both want more

stone top sevika

virgin reader and virgin sevika

gym crush sevika

player reader falling for sevika

sevika reassuring reader she'd never cheat

omegaverse sev

buttstuff with sevika

bodyguard sevika

sub sev with a tall reader

sevika's reactions to nudes

cuddling in the winter

sevika in her first stable relationship

vigilante sevika x journalist reader

mechanic sevika

bodyguard sevika pt. 2

that is NOT a lighter lmao

sevika making virgin reader squirt

sevika with her reading glasses

corruption kink sev ;)

wearing funny boxers around sev

making sevika squirt

blue collar sev and her housewife

ovulating with sevika

sevika with a sweetheart reader

sleepover with sev

sevika biting u while she's going down on you

drunk sevika

sevika comforting u on ur period

doing sevika's hair

sevika fucking you against the wall

wedding day hcs!!!

sevika finding your sketches of her

sev with a housewife kink

rough sex while holding hands :,)

sevika's reaction to her secret santa gift

busty reader hcs

softie sev

somno with sev

small breasted reader

sevika sending u nudes

sevika w/ a sex repulsed reader

mermaid reader and pirate sev :)

co-stars who are actually in love

sevika's strap hcs

sub sevika

sevika calling sub reader mommy

new years traditions with sev

basketball coach sev and volleyball coach reader

spanish speaking reader

reader who's taller and stronger than sev

sevika calling sub reader mommy pt. 2

reader with shitty parents

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #soft sevika #sevika smut

[abalone-butch]

hiiii butchfemme tumblr!!

just a dapper butch looking for a relationship <3

about me

i’m max(well or imillian - still haven’t quite decided)! i’m 19, use he/him pronouns and am black and autistic! though i enjoy some sports like basketball and roller derby, i have unfortunately been grounded due to a recent knee injury. this also means that while i am politically active, i have been unable to attend protests for the free palestine movement, which is dear to my heart as someone from a colonised country (nigeria). i am bi- almost tri- lingual (english and igbo and french) and enjoy practising my igbo with my family.

personality

i am often described as someone who is laidback and gentle. i am rather shy and slow to open up, but once i get to know you, i love fiercely and with all my heart. i get easily excited about nature and animals more specifically, and though i struggle with my mental health, i am forever soft with my loved ones. i am also a stone butch :o)

other facts

while i was born in nigeria, i currently live in australia (if you do too, feel free to dm me and i might let you know the city!). at university i study animal behaviour, aiming to do an honours then phd in the behavioural ecology of frogs, which are also my favourite group of animals (previously it was monkeys).

about you

i prefer to date monogamous high femmes who understand having a complex gender identity. i do not mind if you are inside or outside australia, nor do i mind if you are in my state or not, im just looking for a relationship, and i know that in the future, due to my career aims, i will be travelling a lot, which means that we might meet sooner rather than later <3.

i’m excited to see what comes of this! and feel free to dm if you fit the profile/even if you don’t - i like making friends too! thanks for reading :)

#femme bait #butchfemme #butch4femme #stone butch #butch lesbian #who uses tumblr as a dating platform?? me! i do. #femme4butch #femme lesbian #high femme #butch bait #femme4masc

[butchdyketoy]

in desperate need of sharing a joint with a hot butch !! shotgunning to “hit two birds with one stone”, ending up straddling them because “it’s easier to exhale into each others mouths like this”, feeling their fingers dig into my hips while they explain it’s to “steady” me in case i “feel light headed”, but after awhile they can’t help but get a little more handsy and i can’t help but shift my hips in response, and before we know it i’m grinding down onto their bulge while they’re groping me.

hands everywhere they can reach, heavy eyelids and even heavier breaths, boxers soaked through when i realize that the slight tent in their jeans is a little too hard to just be a soft packer, sliding my tongue into their mouth accompanied by a pathetic whine as it hits me that they’re hard packing, this was either their plan all along or they at least hoped something would happen.

they end up stripping me of my pants and boxers after making me say i want them to fuck me open, pulling their cock out of their pants while they shove me to my knees, making sure my mouth is open and waiting before pulling my head down towards them as they lightly fuck into my throat, “get it nice and wet for me so i can fill you up properly”,

hearing the way i moan and gag after a few minutes has them pulling me off of their cock and up to straddle their hips once again, leaning forward to whisper in my ear how they’re gonna fill me up so fucking good and that they’ve been after my pretty boycunt since they first saw me, making me whine and beg for them to split me open and use me before they finally push into me, forcing my hips down with a bruising grip and a groan so i take all of them with one thrust, causing me to let out a whine at the sudden fullness.

it doesn’t take long before they’re fucking up into me deep and rough, eyes flickering between their butch cock disappearing into my cunt, their hand wrapped around my throat, my head thrown back, and the way my hips meet theirs with every thrust

#vi yapping #dykeposting #butch4butch #butch nsft

[isaut]

𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 — machi x f!reader. 900. drabble.

repost from my old blog @/saintchrollo. this is the tall chatty femme short quiet butch power couple we all know machi & i would be <3 fast and furious au (?) nsfw, inappropriate use of gear shifts, car sex. stone butches pls call me. minors and blank blogs dni.

machi has you exactly where she wants you: pressed between her and the steering wheel mount, miniskirt hiked up, hips desperately rolling against machi's fingers, breathy moans and the obscene wet sounds of your pussy clouding the dark windows. your breath is hot against her cheek, your nails press into her neck as you moan, lids fluttering as machi slides her finger over that spot.

you whine in protest, involuntarily trying to suck her back in as she slides her fingers out of you in favor of your mouth. it shuts you up, gives you something to work at. sliding your tongue along the inseam of her middle finger, as if to say this could be you.

closing your eyes, you ever-so lightly drag your sensitive cunt over the fly of her jeans.

machi immediately pulls her fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, using her hand instead to hold you still by the fat of your cheeks, lips puffed together. your brow furrows, and you watch in confusion as machi reaches behind you for something.

realization hits you with the sound of metal unscrewing. your eyes roll back preemptively. your hips rock forwards. machi drops her hand from your cheeks and waits.

your eyes flutter open and you're met with machi's cool gaze, cheek resting against the gear shift she had just unscrewed. it was a gift, from when you first started seeing each other but didn't want to call it a relationship. a clear purple, with lavender and violets encased inside.

your jaw drops a little, followed by your hands, which trail from machi's neck down her chest, acrylics tracing over the soft indent from her sports bra.

"let me ride you, baby, please." your hands slid up, over her shoulders and down her arms, feeling the firm muscle.

"begging already?" machi asks. her free hand slides up your chest, creeping under your shirt to cup one of your breasts. her thumb swipes along the underside. "you're shameless."

smiling, you nod as you bend over to place a kiss to the shell of her ear. "you love it."

machi nods and returns the favor, warm breath ghosting over your ear. "i do."

your hips roll forwards, shuddering in pleasurable surprise when machi's gear shift slides through your wet folds, guided by the warmth of machi's fingers. it's cold, you tense before your body heat begins to warm it, hot juices coating the shift.

with a firm grip on the base, machi gently slides the shift into you, groaning at how easy it slides it, groaning as you moan loudly. there's just enough space for machi to move her hand, gentle, quick pumps. it's filling, it's filthy, your hips roll to meet hers with every pump.

machi intercepts your wandering hand, heading for your clit, smacking it lightly away. you reach up and grab the drift bar instead. "shhh, just be patient." she slows, gently turning the shift as she pulls it in and out of you. "feel good, babe?" of course it feels good, you're wet enough machi can feel you starting to cream with every thrust on the top of her grip.

before you even have a chance to respond, she slides her hand up your stomach, pressing slightly along the shift inside of you. the pressure causes you to moan loudly. your hips press down, loosing the fluid rolls from moments early.

"fuck, i need more hands," machi murmurs, mostly to herself as she runs the pad of her fingers over her tongue, wetting them before swiping over your clit. you chuckle, out of breath and more so a moan than anything else.

you squeeze her bicep for balance as you try and roll into her rhythm, but the building heat in your stomach was making it difficult. your thighs shook, locking and quivering, you press your hips as close to machi as possible, pressing your face into your raised arm.

"fuck, baby, please, right there don't stop don't stop i'm so close i'm so close," you babble.

leaning forwards, machi doesn't stop as she begins to suck a hickey into the soft flesh of your underbreast. she glances up at you, eyes flicking up with her lips and tongue still working. catching her intense gaze is all it takes to have you creaming all over her gear shift, pressing down on her fist and slowly rolling your hips to ride out your orgasam.

you pant, chest heaving up and down as machi pulls the gear shift out of you with an obscene pop. a proud, sly grin sit on her face as she screws it back in.

machi's hands run up and down your sides, thumbs tracing along the crease of your hip and thigh.

sliding out of machi's lap, you return back to the passenger seat and straighten your skirt out the best you can, keeping your legs wide and back against the door.

curiosity catches the best of machi, as she presses your leg back by your knee to get a look at your pussy. wet, messy, puffy. machi leans over the centre console and licks a line from hole to clit and back. you let out a surprised, overstimulated moan. machi pulls back with a crooked smile on her face, reaching for her steering wheel off the dash to reattach it.

"are we finishing at your place or mine?"

#machi x reader #.ophelia #library #machi

[saccharinesilk]

im looking for a big strong knight or guard dog or daddy or emperor who wants someone to take care of and protect. they must be in a financial position to support me, as due to being, psychologically speaking, a mess, i am both unable and unwilling to work. ideally should be into bdsm-pet play and feedism. if they are a yandere, even better; i would be more than happy locked in a tower, only seeing them, and to be doted on and spoiled by someone who is my entire world would be bliss

i am a very shy, moderately introverted nonbinary person, on hrt and fairly feminine looking, of femboy-y presentation; mostly i just wanna be cute, and that's fem-coded. i want to be seen as a doll or plushie, or a soft cuddly pet. i am 6'2"; the taller and bulkier of frame you are, the better

if you feel i appeal to you and you meet my wants well enough, please do not hesitate to dm me. service tops may apply, as may stone butches, in addition to the obvious dom top men my writing would suggest

#dating ad

[saintchrollo]

machi x reader? machi x reader. this is the tall chatty femme short quiet butch power couple we all know machi & i would be <3 fast and furious au (?) nsfw. minors dni. stone butches pls call me

machi has you exactly where she wants you: pressed between her and the steering wheel mount, miniskirt hiked up, hips desperately rolling against machi's fingers, breathy moans and the obscene wet sounds of your pussy clouding the dark windows. your breath is hot against her cheek, your nails press into her neck as you moan, lids fluttering as machi slides her finger over that spot.

you whine in protest, involuntarily trying to suck her back in as she slides her fingers out of you in favor of your mouth. it shuts you up, gives you something to work at. sliding your tongue along the inseam of her middle finger, as if to say this could be you.

closing your eyes, you ever-so lightly drag your sensitive cunt over the fly of her jeans.

machi immediately pulls her fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, using her hand instead to hold you still by the fat of your cheeks, lips puffed together. your brow furrows, and you watch in confusion as machi reaches behind you for something.

realization hits you with the sound of metal unscrewing. your eyes roll back preemptively. your hips rock forwards. machi drops her hand from your cheeks and waits.

your eyes flutter open and you're met with machi's cool gaze, cheek resting against the gear shift she had just unscrewed. it was a gift, from when you first started seeing each other but didn't want to call it a relationship. a clear purple, with lavender and violets encased inside.

your jaw drops a little, followed by your hands, which trail from machi's neck down her chest, acrylics tracing over the soft indent from her sports bra.

"let me ride you, baby, please." your hands slid up, over her shoulders and down her arms, feeling the firm muscle.

"begging already?" machi asks. her free hand slides up your chest, creeping under your shirt to cup one of your breasts. her thumb swipes along the underside. "you're shameless."

smiling, you nod as you bend over to place a kiss to the shell of her ear. "you love it."

machi nods and returns the favor, warm breath ghosting over your ear. "i do."

your hips roll forwards, shuddering in pleasurable surprise when machi's gear shift slides through your wet folds, guided by the warmth of machi's fingers. it's cold, you tense before your body heat begins to warm it, hot juices coating the shift.

with a firm grip on the base, machi gently slides the shift into you, groaning at how easy it slides it, groaning as you moan loudly. there's just enough space for machi to move her hand, gentle, quick pumps. it's filling, it's filthy, your hips roll to meet hers with every pump.

machi intercepts your wandering hand, heading for your clit, smacking it lightly away. you reach up and grab the drift bar instead. "shhh, just be patient." she slows, gently turning the shift as she pulls it in and out of you. "feel good, babe?" of course it feels good, you're wet enough machi can feel you starting to cream with every thrust on the top of her grip.

before you even have a chance to respond, she slides her hand up your stomach, pressing slightly along the shift inside of you. the pressure causes you to moan loudly. your hips press down, loosing the fluid rolls from moments early.

"fuck, i need more hands," machi murmurs, mostly to herself as she runs the pad of her fingers over her tongue, wetting them before swiping over your clit. you chuckle, out of breath and more so a moan than anything else.

you squeeze her bicep for balance as you try and roll into her rhythm, but the building heat in your stomach was making it difficult. your thighs shook, locking and quivering, you press your hips as close to machi as possible, pressing your face into your raised arm.

"fuck, baby, please, right there don't stop don't stop i'm so close i'm so close," you babble.

leaning forwards, machi doesn't stop as she begins to suck a hickey into the soft flesh of your underbreast. she glances up at you, eyes flicking up with her lips and tongue still working. catching her intense gaze is all it takes to have you creaming all over her gear shift, pressing down on her fist and slowly rolling your hips to ride out your orgasam.

you pant, chest heaving up and down as machi pulls the gear shift out of you with an obscene pop. a proud, sly grin sit on her face as she screws it back in.

machi's hands run up and down your sides, thumbs tracing along the crease of your hip and thigh.

sliding out of machi's lap, you return back to the passenger seat and straighten your skirt out the best you can, keeping your legs wide and back against the door.

curiosity catches the best of machi, as she presses your leg back by your knee to get a look at your pussy. wet, messy, puffy. machi leans over the centre console and licks a line from hole to clit and back. you let out a surprised, overstimulated moan. machi pulls back with a crooked smile on her face, reaching for her steering wheel off the dash to reattach it.

"are we finishing at your place or mine?"

#machi x reader #machi komacine x reader #machi smut #hxh smut #ophelia.fic #chrollo baby .... i think your time is over #be who you aaaare

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

The Masterlist

[05/03/2021]

A/n: Some stories are not done yet.

------ Anime/Manga ------

Assassination Classroom:

Run Devil Run [Akabane Karma] [OC] [SFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six]

Attack on Titan:

Tea Leaves [Levi Ackerman] [OC] [SFW]

Once in a Lifetime [Levi Ackerman] [OC] [SFW]

May Be the Last Time [Levi Ackerman] [OC] [SFW]

Ambrosia [Levi Ackerman] [OC] [NSFW]

Beautiful Cruel World [Levi Ackerman] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

End Game [Levi Ackerman] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five]

Baki:

Stress Relief [Hector Doyle] [OC] [NSFW]

Trouble [Hector Doyle] [OC] [NSFW]

Feel Good Day [Hector Doyle] [OC] [NSFW]

Bleach:

Desert Flower [Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

Dr. Stone:

The Future Leaves Nothing Behind [Ishigami Senkuu] [OC] [SFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

Maze of Emotions [Ishigami Senkuu] [OC] [SFW]

Drifters:

High Roller [Butch Cassidy] [OC] [NSFW]

Durarara:

Hourglass [Izaya Orihara] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

Fullmetal Alchemist:

Risk [Solf J. Kimblee] [Reader] [SFW]

Burning Desire [Solf J. Kimblee] [Reader] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Unmerited [Satoru Gojo] [OC] [NSFW]

Magi:

Love Killer [Judar\Judal] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

My Hero Academia:

You and I [Shigaraki Tomura] [Reader] [SFW]

Foreboding [Takami Keigo/Hawks] [Reader] [SFW]

First Impressions [Todoroki Shouto] [Reader] [SFW]

Morale [Takami Keigo/Hawks] [Reader] [SFW]

The Roots of Loneliness [Shigaraki Tomura] [Reader] [SFW]

Follow You [Dabi] [Reader] [SFW]

Voracity [Dabi] [Reader] [SFW]

Super Soft Moments [Takami Keigo/Hawks] [Reader] [SFW]

Irresistible [Chisaki Kai/Overhaul] [Reader] [NSFW]

Chocolate and Spice [Bakugou Katsuki] [Reader] [SFW]

For You, Years to Come [Bakugou Katsuki] [Reader] [SFW]

Limitless [Bakugou Katsuki] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

The World Looks Red [Takami Keigo/Hawks] [OC] [SFW]

[Chapter One]

Carry On [Bakugou Katsuki] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

Invincible [Bakugou Katsuki] [OC] [SFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six] [Chapter Seven] [Chapter Eight] [Chapter Nine] [Chapter Ten] [Chapter Eleven] [Chapter Twelve] [Chapter Thirteen] [Chapter Fourteen]

Saccharine [Bakugou Katsuki] [Reader] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

Naruto:

Good Enough [Uchiha Madara] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

One Piece:

Empathy [Donquixote Doflamingo] [OC] [SFW]

Happy Birthday [Donquixote Doflamingo] [Reader] [NSFW]

Orders [Eustass Kid] [OC] [SFW]

Selfishness in Love [Vinsmoke Sanji] [OC] [SFW]

Love Sickness [Vinsmoke Ichiji] [OC] [SFW]

Awkward [Donquixote Rosinante] [Reader] [SFW]

NSFW Alphabet [Trafalgar Law] [Reader] [NSFW]

Fire Meets Fate [Vinsmoke Ichiji] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

Satellites [Trafalgar Law] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

Sad [Donquixote Doflamingo and Donquixote Rosinante] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

Smoke Rings and Cigarettes [Vinsmoke Sanji] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

Dormant Emotions [Vinsmoke Ichiji] [OC] [SFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

It Started With a Dream [Portgas D. Ace] [Reader] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

Life is Like a Boat [Portgas D. Ace] [OC] [SFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

In Chains [Trafalgar Law] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six] [Chapter Seven] [Chapter Eight] [Chapter Nine]

One Punch Man:

Celebrity Status [Genos] [OC] [SFW]

Heart and Soul [Genos] [OC] [SFW]

Worth the Pain [Genos] [OC] [SFW]

Linked by Fate [Garou] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

Yu-Gi-Oh:

Change of Heart [Atem] [OC] [SFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

------ Video Games -----

Death Stranding:

The Ties That Bind [Higgs Monaghan] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

Devil May Cry

We the Doomed [Dante] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

Far Cry 5

Under the Water [John Seed] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four]

Final Fantasy 7

From the Ashes [Reno] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

All of Me [Cloud Strife] [Reader] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

Wasted On You [Reno] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One]

------ Movies/ TV Shows ------

American Horror Story Apocalypse

Oh Death [Michael Langdon] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

IT

Delicious [Henry Bowers] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

Alice [Patrick Hockstetter] [Reader] [SFW]

Witch Hunt [Henry Bowers] [OC] [NSFW]

Notes [Henry Bowers] [OC] [SFW]

Innocence [Henry Bowers] [Reader] [SFW]

Video Games [Henry Bowers] [OC] [NSFW]

Sweetly [Henry Bowers] [OC] [SFW]

Black Out Days [Henry Bowers] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

South Park

Bad Blood [Craig Tucker] [OC] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

Stand By Me

For You [Ace Merrill] [OC] [SFW]

Stranger Things

Live a Little [Billy Hargrove] [Reader] [NSFW]

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three]

The Lost Boys

Honey [David] [OC] [NSFW

#assassination classroom #karma akabane #karma x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi x oc #baki the grappler #hector doyle #doyle x oc #durarara #izaya orihara #izaya x oc #bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x oc #dr stone #ishigami senku #senku x oc #drifers #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #jujutsu kaisen #butch cassidy and the sundance kid #butch cassidy x oc #solf j. kimblee #kimblee x reader #magi anime #naruto #my hero academia #judal magi #judal x oc

[gentlejack]

outfit headcanons part I: corset

⚢   I have thoughts on all of Anne’s clothes and accessories, but I am starting with a part of her outfit that fascinates me in particular: Anne’s corset. A while ago, I received an anon who asked me why Anne chooses to wear a corset at all. I think that this decision is based on various factors: 

I - when Anne was younger and more wildly masculine, she usually ditched the stays in favour of free movement and a greater level of nonconformity. However, I think that the Anne we meet in the show is quite careful, at her age of 41, to present herself as a genteel, well-dressed gentlelady who values a firm exterior, sleek lines, crisp clothes, and a stern shape. For all her butchness, her stays help her achieve a rigid silhouette, maintain an upright posture, harden her physical resolve, and smooth down her chest. There is definitely a lot to be said about middle-aged Anne’s attempts to feminise herself at least somewhat, perhaps for the sake of her lovers (looking at you, Mariana), or to be - tentatively - allowed into the finer social circles. More importantly, I think that:

II - Anne’s stays are very much part of her armour. They present a physical barrier between her soft, vulnerable body and another person’s touch (a bit of a security blanket for a stone butch like her) ... and at the same time, the corset represents a protective shell around Anne’s equally soft and vulnerable heart. We see her sans corset in some of her most vulnerable moments: in bed, during her second marriage proposal to Ann, when she mourns the downfall of their relationship, when she deals with heartbreak, when she recovers from her physical assault. The wooden busk she carries in the front pocket of her stays, an additional level of protection, is engraved with Anne’s initials, a miniature Shibden Hall, the Yorkshire rose, the Lister family crest, and Anne’s self-elected family motto “Justus Propositi Tenax” (just and firm of purpose). This is a reminder of Anne’s identity, of her own values and morals, and she wears it so intimately over her chest that the symbolic meaning really is self-evident. To find your way beneath Anne’s corset is to find your way into her heart and her trust, and encounter her vulnerable side. You lucky lady. 

III - Anne is anxious that her scoliosis might begin to show. This is a worry she recorded several times in her diaries, mentioning the painful physical exercises she forced her poor spine to undergo just so that the deformity might not become too visible. The corset is a physical aid that helps disguise her spine and makes her uphold a proud, well-regimented posture. 

It’s important to notice that, much like everything Anne owns, the corset was specially tailored to suit her needs. It is much more flexible than your ordinary lady’s stays, comparable to an item that might be worn by a gymnast or a ballerina of her time. As such, even though it does present an additional hindrance, it allows her to power-walk to her heart’s content, conduct heavy physical labour, ride horses, climb walls, trees & mountains, and engage in passionate lesbian sex all day. And that, to Anne, is all that truly matters. 

#( personals do not reblog please ) #i dare to say i am like no one in the whole world. ( anne lister ) #i wish to make a name for myself. ( headcanons ) #( outfit headcanons. ) #( getting so emotional over this stupid lesbian ugh )

[b-rainlet]

📓📓📓📓

- the-scarecrxw

(Since you sent 4 of those emojis I'm gonna go off but I'll stick to one in this answer and make seperate posts for the others aksnsns)

I can't give you anything Jonathan centric (that isn't Tommy/Jonathan, one of my fave rarepairs) but Jerome features in lots of my AUs.

This one is one of my faves that's entirely self-indulgent and if it ever gets written it's probably gonna be the longest fic I ever published (Again: If it ever gets written):

I gotta apologize in advance, it's just a fun little AU I haven't put too much thoughts into in terms of plotting so this is gonna be A. Long, B. Messy and C. A little chaotic

- First off, you gotta understand that @nsfwitchy2 Me had some fun with a pretty nonsensical and definitely not canon-compliant AU where Jerome and Jeremiah have three Mums (Tabby, Lee and Barbara, who all date) and live with them and Barbara Lee as their little sister.

- Ecco also lives with them, she sees herself as both the twins' gf more than a genuine part of the family tho (for now)

- (Meanwhile at Wayne Manor Alfred and Jim date and are very tired parents of Bruce and his clone 514A, in this AU - and pretty much every AU - nicknamed Brook)

- (Selina kinda goes back and forth between living at Wayne Manor or at Lee's place)

- Also, everyone dates. The twins. The clones. Eccomiah, Jecco, Batcat, Valeyne, Wayleska, they're all fucking

- Which isn't THAT important for this particular AU but I figured I'd give a warning xD

- This is mostly my attempt to give Tabitha some more backstory? Just...how I personally see her character and how I could see her end up if things would've went differently after S2

- The google docs file is called 'How Tabitha started being a Mum while disregarding canon completely' lmao

- Like her current life involves having 4 kids (if you count Selina) and two wives and that's a hell of an AU and I just like to overthink things and play with the way things would have needed to have gone in canon to have her 'end up' like this

- Also I can see her struggling with having a family all if a sudden (that isn't a manipulative brother or a weird cult)

-Especially if that involves Motherhood

- So on one hand it's a 'S2 until now' fic, explaining what happened to her in my canon

- But also - mostly because I find that easier to organize in my brain - it's interwoven with a 5+1-esque fic of all her children calling her 'Mum' (and her getting emotional over that)

- So it switches back and forth between the past and the present but for rambling's sake, I'll start with the past

- She still leaves Theo behind and flees with Silver but she keeps Silver close instead of immediately sending her away

- And her and Silver get taken in by Fish after they leave Theo because they have nowhere to go and Fish loves taking care of strays

- (Fish, who probably didn't end up in Indian Hill but rather lives in hiding until she is ready to strike against Penguin)

- She refers to herself as Liza's Mother in canon, you can't tell me she wouldn't instantly adopt Tabby and call her 'Honey' and give her motherly advice while Tabby tries to be all bite but actually enjoys somebody taking care of her for once

- Selina🤝Tabby

'Trying so very hard all the time to not show how soft and insecure they are'

- Actually, I'd start diverting from Canon even sooner aksnsjd

- Well not full on changing canon, but I'd...pepper in some stuff

- Like some scenes of her back with Theo and the Maniax

- Mostly her talking to Theo about Jerome's planned murder, which, yeah, she knows it's been set in stone from the beginning but that doesn't mean that she isn't talking about alternatives where he doesn't get killed off

- And Theo's like "Don't tell me you're going soft. No one will miss him. He was just a boy. Not worthy enough to be remembered."

- And later on she betrays him and goes 'I remember him'

- Anyway, they stay with Fish for a while but Tabby doesn't wanna keep Silver in Gotham

- So she sends her back to the school she went to before coming to Gotham with Theo (but makes sure their weird cult can't get their hands on her there)

- And Silver wants her to come with but Tabby says she has some unfinished business

- Aka she just doesn't wanna leave Barbara (who is in a coma atm, if Memory serves right)

- And Tabby's reasoning is that it's not safe in Gotham but really, she thinks she can't be responsible for another person

- "She needs a mother. A Family. I can't give her that." - "You are her family."

- So Silver's out of the picture and Tabby hangs with Fish until Barbara wakes up and they get together again (and never ever seperate)

- Also there's no Butch/Tabby because that was unnecessary as fuck

- And I gotta be honest, I haven't thought more about canon because Butch/Tabby alone makes my head hurt already but somehow they start dating Lee

- Who brings Jerome into the relationship because I sure am fond of Lee being Jerome's Mother (like as in, I have several wips with that concept alone not counting this one)

- Jerome probably came back to life after S3 and Lee fought to have him not be treated like a violent criminal but rather a child who was taken advantage of and after his release from Arkham (where she visited him and made sure he got some proper treatment) it seemed natural to have him live with her

- (But also he's still a criminal aksnsjs, you can see how much I thought about this)

- (Sue me for sticking to the heartfelt scenes and avoiding the mess that is plotting)

- Tabby and Barbara already had Selina and through Jerome, Jeremiah and Ecco were added et voila! Their Family is complete

- (Why exactly Barbara Lee exists if Tabby and Barbara have been non-stop dating since S2 I can't tell you, I simply think she is neat and I like the idea of big brother Jerome)

- (This AU? Self-indulgent? Why would you ever think that?)

- In the present however she is dealing with what is mostly referred to as 'feelings'

- Mostly panic at realizing that the bunch of weird children she's been living with are seeing her as some kind of parental figure

- Because suddenly they all call her 'Mum'

- Unsurprisingly the first one to call her Mum is Jerome at breakfast

- She's reading the newspaper and there's an article about a hostage situation the twins planned and he goes 'Mum, are you done with that? Can we see?'

- And they snatch it from her and argue about how they didn't even make the front page while Tabby nearly chokes on her coffee

- And of course she breaks down talks to her wives about it later while they get ready for bed because no one ever called her 'Mum' before

- Barbara's braiding her hair, while Lee's off to the side, getting ready for bed and it's very domestic and I am very gay

- But neither see it as a big deal because both of them have been called Mum before (by Jerome at least. Like. Immediately upon meeting them)

- So she's trying to be nonchalant about it because it's only a big deal if she makes it one

- While also not being able to deny the warm feeling that spreads throughout her body when Jerome keeps calling her 'Mum'

- Miah and Selina on the other hand are both hesitant to call anyone Mum

- Miah cause of Pride, Selina cause of her Mummy Issues

- But they both do at some point

- I think I have more notes on this SOMEWHERE but I kinda wanna have Miah call her Mum while he's ill (because we all know he'd be super fussy and want attention 24/7)

- So she humours him and while he's close to falling asleep - and she's totally not carding her fingers through his hair because she isn't soft or anything - he mumbles: "Thank you Mum" and she melts

- Selina would be more angsty

- Like, maybe it's her birthday and she disappears for a while (as she tends to do) but Tabby (who's closest to her) knows how hard this day is for her (since again her Mum isn't there with here and looks for her and brings her back home but doesn't make a big fuss out of her birthday

- Just...lets her be, gives her space but also lets her curl up close to her and maybe Selina doesn't call her Mum on that exact day

- But it's the day she realizes she wouldn't mind calling Tabitha her Mother, so she hesitantly tries it out a while later (maybe days, maybe weeks, however long it takes for her to feel comfortable with it) and they share a smile

- Then there's Barbara Lee, but she barely counts because she's a toddler and calls everyone 'Mummy'

- Even her father ajsnsnsn

- The last one would be Ecco because I have a very soft spot for Tabby and Ecco being close

- Ecco's rather formal with them for the longest time (she calls Barbara, Lee and Tabby 'Ma'am' for the most part because she may like them, but she doesn't think they see her as family. She's just the token girlfriend).

- So there's a scene where they connect, possibly over Tabby's hand and Ecco's head since I hc that Ecco gets headaches and migraines a lot (considering that she still gets shot in the head by Miah, like I said, this AU isn't necessarily the most bullet proof in terms of linear timelines)

- But so is Gotham so-

- So there's possibly a scene where Ecco's headache is getting super bad and no one's around (especially not Miah to dote on her) and Tabby awkwardly tries to bond by telling her about her hand and how she can't feel much (is a little clumsy with it) and Ecco immediately imprints on her like a duckling

- Maybe it's even the first time anyone reached out to Ecco in a way that feels genuine, especially without the twins or any of her (various) other partners being present so now she's willing to die for Tabby

- Which ends in her also calling her 'Mum' (while she keeps calling Lee and Barbara 'Ma'am' and Lee's so mad ajsnsjdj she was trying so hard to bond with this kid but couldn't quite get it right and you're telling her her socially pretty clumsy - but still wonderful of course - wife managed with just one conversation?? Slander

- And of course because I can't stop myself, there would be even more tidbits here and there of Tabby overcoming her previous way of living (as in, thinking caring or showing emotions is weakness) by having her reminisce a LOT about Theo

- For example by having Jerome climb into bed with her while Barbara's sleeping and Tabby is waiting for Lee to come home

- Lee works as a doc in the narrows which may be a little illegal, but the people didn't just stop needing help after her Queen of the Narrows arc was over, so I vote she keeps at it (and is held in very high regard for it by pretty much everyone)

- Tabby always stays up until everyone is home because she likes knowing where everyone is and that they're safe while Jerome has frequent nightmares and wanders around the house, so this isn't a rare occurrence

- And sometimes, they talk Theo

- "You miss him?" - "Don't know."

- "I wish he was still alive so I could kill him." - "....Me too." - "Which one?" - "...Both."

- (ajajsbssj this is all just copy pasted and cleaned up a lil', leave me and my pretentious way of writing dialogue alone)

- Tabby also has a lot of interludes where she thinks about what growing up with Theo was like/her childhood in general

- How she always protected him from other children bullying him and how they swore to have each other's back but how in hindsight, she was the one doing all the dirty work for him, helping him fulfill his dream and enact his revenge

- Realizing that he probably never cared for her, not like she cared for him

- There's also allusions to them having sex because you cannot tell me they did NOT have sex

- And it ends with Tabby realizing that she is quite happy with how she ended up, even if it's neither how she thought she would ever live nor what her old self would've even wanted, possibly seeing too many attachments as 'weak' judging by the way she canonly used Butch for convenience sake at first

- And yeah, maybe now she can provide the family - the Mother - somebody else desperately needs

- So she brings Silver home

#This isn't at all presentable #Because the AU is all over the place still #But I am sharing it anyway #Tag: Happy Family #Long Post #WIP Rambles

[attacklesbian]

Butch Love

Give me none of your sapphic soft,

uwu picking flowers in the fields, smelling sweet perfume,

long hair blowing in the wind.

Give me none of your gentle sun dappled on her skin,

none of your clean pale freckles, soft lips, sweet smiles,

candyfloss pink soft sweetness,

don't give me toothache.

I want hard love, brutal love, dirty, butch love.

Love so rough it leaves me bruised and begging

in her hard arms, muscular and sinewed,

veins running through with blood and oil,

streaks of mud and grease underneath the flowers,

teeth for biting not for smiling.

I'm not here to please you in performance of

soft meets sweet, cream and sugar, petite girls,

delighted doe-eyed holding gentle hands

nor here for conformance to your rule of love done right,

of hard meets soft, dark meets light,

Don't tell me I want a man.

I know my love frightens you.

But give me none of your sweet sapphic soft

when here we are:

Stone women. Hard dyke.

Impenitent.

Butch Love Luciana Candler, February 2021

#fuck it i'm posting poetry now #butch #dyke #lesbian #wlw #uwu

[nonbinaryresource]

I've been reading a lot of stuff by older butches and realized that I really vibe with "gnc [agab]" as something distinct from just "[agab]". I don't meet the wlw/nblw requirement for IDing as butch, so I was wondering if this is a thing outside of those circles. Is this something that falls under the trans/nb umbrella or not?

I am not 100% certain what the answer is but based on the sites below, I think the answer is yes.

1  2  3

Keli Dunham is a genderqueer woman/nonbinary transmasc butch comedian, writer, and nurse from America

Ivan E. Coyote is a nonbinary butch writer from Canada

Corey Alexander was a genderqueer, queer, trans, stone butch, demiromantic, demigraysexual author

Sonalee Rashatwar is a soft butch enby social worker from America

-Mod Zay

#zay #mod zay #ask #answered #agab #agab tw #tw agab #wlw #nblw #wlw/nblw #butch #gnc #gender nonconforming #people

[abrazimir]

3. & 14.

Mun questions meme! - still accepting

3: Answered!

14. What are five of your favorite ships? (In the rp community or otherwise)

Ok I’m about to get real talkative, we’ll leave the obvious one for last;

Denethor/Finduilas/Aragorn: LISTEN. Listen to me. This ship? God tier. The fucking... angst... the drama... the ‘two men of equal mastery and great competative spirit who both love and cannot stand one another and the woman who rages between them’ is so so good it’s SO good. And Aragorn LEAVES? And the sense of loss and betrayal? And Boromir being two when he DOES? And Finduilas dies far away and when Aragorn returns to a (living) Denethor he both recognises and cannot see the man he knew but it’s PAINFUL loving each other alongside bitter blame and without Finduilas being there for it. It’s painful!! AND COMPELLING.

Tar-Telperien/Ciryatur: In my own very specific version of these characters they are BOTH butch lesbians and Ciryatur is a he/they lesbian who has like... another name because Ciryatur is a title but ALSO he just kinda takes that title as his full name because it just WORKS for him so well so he’s always just called Ciryatur. And they are just... an unfathomable power couple in the time just before Numenor went south. Tar-Telperien not wanting to reinforce the resentment festering within Numenor for their elven friends by asking her people to die for them, Ciryatur agreeing, but when she finally relents she still goes and does an incredible job. The COMPETANCY the LESBIANISM the QUEEN WHO CAN CHOOSE WHICHEVER LIFE PARTNER SHE WISHES AND NO ONE CAN SAY SHIT ABOUT IT so she goes down in history as ‘willful’ and ‘too proud’ I’m obsessed and here’s some art

Imrahil/Theoden: Listen, I can’t help how I react to the fact that Imrahil cried out in grief at the sight of Theoden’s body and the pall bearers actually paused for him to collapse at his side and weep with grief and then, still in tears, for him to rush over to Eowyn and discover that she’s still breathing in a kind of desperate yet commanding way. I CANNOt HELP but think about Imrahil and Theoden as young men and I cannot help but think of Theoden, alone and grief stricken after Elfhild’s death needing comfort. And I also will not stop thinking about it either. 

Gandalf/Glorfindel: no listen to me ok yes I know I KNOW BUT LISTEN, I swear this isn’t a crackship, this is entirely Lord of the Rings Online’s fault, spoilers for the most recent expansion- LOTRO creates this huge overarching plot that follows Glorfindel and his ‘Bright Company’ who were heroes in the last alliance and in the new expansion you go TOO the last alliance timeline. And you meet Glorfindel and his bright company and this elf Lendellen who’s in it. Glorfindel and Lendellen literally flirt with each other during the whole expansion, Lendellen is bashful around Glorfindel when in general he’s a fucking orc murdering machine that lusts for blood and is not ashamed of it. Glorfindel goes SO soft when Lendellen compliments him. Basically they’re fucking. Then Lendellen is needed to destroy this big stone at the top of Barad Dur or they’re all done for. The bright company all infiltrate the tower but when you, Glorfindel and Lendellen arrive Sauron’s up there. Lendellen still manages to destroy the stone but he’s captured before he can flee and Glorfindel doesn’t notice until it’s too late. Well it turns out!! Lendellen was a previous incarnation of Gandalf! And he was captured and tortured by Sauron for decades, and when he finally died the Valar wanted him to return but he was too traumatised too! So they BRAIN WIPED him and sent him back! And when Glorfindel recognised him he realised that Gandalf didn’t remember their time together and so he did not mention it in case he brought back those traumatic memories. But this is the canon reason why Gandalf is so reluctant to face Sauron up close, he is still instinctually too afraid of what he KNOWS might happen! AND GLORFINDEL HAS HELD THIS LOVING SECRET, SILENTLY PINING AFTER GANDALF AND BEFRIENDING HIM ALL OVER AGAIN FOR 2000 YEARS. SSG MADE ME CARE ABOUT GANDALF, THIS IS ENTIRELY THEIR FAULT, PLAY LOTRO.

Boromir/Theodred: Of course! The obvious one. They’re the exact same age, they have so much in common, they die for the same reasons, with the same sentiments, they love their countries and accept that in one another, they know not to deny each other pain, the way it enhances both of their stories, the way it slips into present canon like a glove, the way they are each other’s narrative parallel and how inherently homoerotic that is, the fact that their love for one another can mirror the love their countries have for each other, the fact that they’re just... the two reliable backbones with this life and this passion that none of their younger family members have any idea about, by their own design, but they finally crumble together and those youngers have to pick up their loads, and then later on they discover so much more of the burdens they had to carry, and everyone grows and it’s just life... and... and... and in some universe they get to find each other again... and then become the anchor between their life of war and their life of peace that they can build on, a happiness that remains good and can guide them into a new age with each other........................... I’m fine. 

#;;ooc #about:denethor #about:gandalf #about:ciryatur #about:theoden #vezely #asks

[bigoltrashpile]

👀👀👀👀👀 did someone say babs???? How do the boiyos react when their S/O goes into labor?? (Bonus if there's something goin on at the same time like a meeting or a fire fight, but that's totally optional)

Mafiatale Sans: He drops everything to help you. It doesnt matter if it's a meeting with Asgore himself, you're more important. He does his best to remain calm for your sake, but inside he's freaking out a bit. He's heard horror stories about humans not surviving this process, and he's terrified that he might lose you. Hes by your side every second, holding your hand and whispering encouragement.

Mafiatale Papyrus: He wouldn't schedule anything for the days that he knows the baby will be coming. He was sure to track your pregnancy thoroughly, and knew the week that the baby would come. That doesnt make him any less nervous. He knows that you'll be okay, you're strong, but he doesn't want anything to happen to the baby. He makes sure you go to only the best hospital, where he knows they'll take care of you.

Mafiaswap Sans (Lucky): He's in the middle of a reconnaissance mission when he gets the text that your water just broke. He immediately teleports away, mission be damned. He can get the info some other time. He shortcuts next to you, plastering a confident grin on his face despite his nerves. He puts up a good front, but he's secretly scared that something might go wrong. Humans are so fragile, babies more so, and he doesnt want anything to happen to his family.

Mafiaswap Papyrus (Slim): Hes done plenty of research on pregnancy, so he knows what to expect. That doesnt make it any better though. Seeing you in pain and screaming is heart wrenching, and he would do anything to make this go easier. He's right by you every step of the way, helping you if you need anything. He probably cries when it's over, both out of relief and happiness that you have a child now.

Mafiafell Sans (Butch): When you go into labor, hes acting as muscle for Sans in an important meeting. On the outside, he's stone-faced, but on the inside, hes screaming at them to HURRY THE FUCK UP. As soon as the meeting is over, he teleports to your side, apologies falling from his mouth. Hes by your side the entire time, no matter what the doctors say. If they try to tell him to leave, he snarls at them, showing off his sharp teeth. and they leave him alone. He cries in happiness when he first holds his child.

Mafiafell Papyrus (Noir): He knows he looks scary, but that's not gonna stop him from being a soft bitch. He gently holds your hands, kissing your forehead and cheeks through the whole delivery, calling you soft and sappy nicknames. You need all the encouragement you can get, and he is more than happy to provide.

Mafiaswapfell Sans (Scar): He uses his scary face to his advantage, making sure that the doctors know he is not someone to be trifled with. He will 100% threaten them into making sure that nothing bad happens to you. Logically, he knows that you'll be okay. You're strong of course, you're his mate! However, the nervous part of him is screaming that he needs to help. He doesnt even know what he would do, so he just fusses over you, making sure you're as comfortable as you can be, holding your hand and encouraging you through the whole thing.

Mafiaswapfell Papyrus (Hound): He's pacing back and forth, wanting to do something to help but not having any idea what. He knows the doctors and nurses can do their job, but he still hovers over them the whole time, being sure they won't do anything to hurt you. They might try and get him to leave, but he absolutely refuses, putting on his "scary face" and scowling at them. The scary face disappears as soon as you look at him, back to his anxious puppy face.

#my garbage #writing #undertale #undertale imagines #sans #papyrus #mafiatale #mafiswap #mafiafell #mafiaswapfell #pregnancy

[adarlingwrites]

Absolution

Summary:

noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who's willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

XIV

December 28, 2277.

The inside of my mouth feels dry, and I feel like a brahmin trampled my head. What time is it?

Cracking one eye open, I see the top of Percy’s head nestled into my shoulder, her black hair ruffled, and I lean into her warmth, not wanting to get up. I wrapped an arm around her and settled there. Something soft and warm was pressing against my crotch and my eyes shot open.

I’m fully awake now, and I jolted out of the bed. Looking down, I saw that I’m only dressed in boxers, and Percy was wearing nothing but a scanty red nightgown, splayed on the bed and still soundly asleep.

What the hell happened last night?

Did I touch her?

Women bleed when they do it for the first time, right? Dogmeat whined and barked as I tossed the covers away, checking the mattress for blood.

Then I saw it, specks of red on the white sheets and blood staining her thighs. Fuck. This is not happening. This is not happening. She trusted me and I hurt her. No. No, no, no. No!

I stayed away from her as far as possible, sitting in the corner with my shotgun in my hand, breathing ragged. I feel betrayed by myself, for ruining the only good fucking thing I had in… centuries.

What have I done?

I sat there for fuck knows how long, numb.

Percy stirred awake, stretching her limbs out, complaining about being sore. She greeted me good morning but it barely even registers in my ears. Confused, she looks around, clutching her lower belly, and she locks eyes with me.

“Charon, what are you doing there?”

My lungs felt like they were filled with black smoke. I’m choking on my own spit. I tear my eyes away from her with haste. I feel them getting wet.

“Percy, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

I pointed at the blood on her person. Her eyes widened. If she asks me to eat a bullet, I’d do it.

There, I sat, waiting for judgment.

Waiting for the bomb to drop.

Waiting for the world to end all over again.

My memories of the old world dying came flooding in.

October 23, 2077.

The last nuclear siren was being sounded. I stood with the others, waiting for my next orders, but they never came. Each of us kept our contracts in our breast pocket. We thought we would be discharged the day we won Anchorage back in January. They took away our power armor, and sent us to California.

My home. If I had one to return to, anyway. It’s been seven years...

All of us thought our contracts were finally fulfilled. That we’ve paid for the sins of our fathers.

All of us were dead wrong.

Our contracts changed hands so many times, I cannot even remember all of their names. All I know is we were in charge of protecting influential people. Powerful people. People in the government. Governors. Senators. The President.

People who did not think twice before using us for their amusement. People who did not think twice before asking us to kill a political opponent. People who did not think twice before they ordered us to kill rioting protestors who demanded food while they dined on cube steak.

Cruel people.

Evil people.

Magwayen, our medic and the oldest operative, was sweating bullets, her expression haunted, while Xolotl sits on a rock, resignation in his eyes. Azrael was arguing with Vanth and Anubis, while Valkyrie sat beside me, her fingers tangled through her hair.

I was the only one who stood still.

“They won’t abandon us,” said Vanth. Beside her, Anubis nods, face grim. “They promised us that we’d be free of our contracts once every single one of the necessary personnel are in Control Station ENCLAVE. They promised us!”

“Face it Vanth, the military lied to us. Again. I swear to fucking God, you internalized all that bullshit they taught you,” Azrael yells back. “Look around you. Our superiors are nowhere to be found. We no longer have shock collars on our necks. Our contracts means jack shit. You stupid bitch, we should be taking shelter!”

“Don’t you trust the United States of America?! They said they will be here. They will be here!”

“Trust the USA? Trust the USA?! ” Magwayen finally screams, rabid. “Bullshit! They put us through hell just because someone we’re related to are suspected Reds. I don’t know how I managed to fake gobbling up their anti-commie crap just to avoid a beating, or worse, the fucking shock collar. I was nineteen when they started to torture me into being subservient. I thought that was bad, but look at Charon here! How old was he when he got brought to the facility? Eleven. You trust a government who would do that to a child? ”

“What the hell are you even trying to say, Mag?” Anubis cuts in.

“Don’t you get it? We’re disposable to them. They never treated us as people in the first place. They’ve milked us dry and now they’re tossing us away. I don’t know about you, but I’m not sticking around. I’m finally free of those miserable bastards and I-”

Before Magwayen can finish her rant, Vanth puts a bullet in her head. Mag’s body flops to the floor like a ragdoll. The shotgun blast tore through her skull, bone and mush strewn over the sand.

“What the hell was that for?!”

“You know our orders, Xolotl. Terminate anyone who would run away. If any of you tries to flee I will not hesitate to kill you!”

“This is nuts!”

My fellow operatives were killing each other, while I stood there, watching the mushroom cloud in the distance.

Beside me, Valkyrie is wailing as it grows. The debris was starting to fly towards us. In the corner of my eye, I see it. Valkyrie’s shoving the muzzle of her gun to the roof of her mouth. I don’t even know if I heard a gunshot or another explosion. Probably both.

My legs wanted to run away as I watched the cloud of debris approaching, but I felt the phantom pain of electricity shooting through my neck, tearing through my cheeks, and I stayed where I was. My pants are warm with blood and my own piss, eyes brimming with tears, as I watched the world end.

It was so bright.

Memories of all the crimes I’ve committed in the name of the United States of America bombards me as the heat tore my skin off my body.

I must be in hell and receiving the appropriate punishment.

Watching Percy’s blank expression, I feel like I’m being cooked alive by the heat again.

Waiting to be damned again. I have another sin I have to pay for.

“If you wish to terminate me for this violation, or have me terminate myself, I will gladly do so.”

Percy kneels in front of me.

“What are you talking about? Charon, you did nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong? What I did was worse than a violation of our contract. I’ve squandered the trust you put in me and-”

“No, I mean, you really did not do anything, big guy. I’m on my period, Jesus Christ. You didn’t stab me in your sleep.”

A cry I didn’t know I was holding back jumped from my lungs. I tossed my shotgun to the side, and put my arms around her.

“I know you can never hurt me, silly,” she laughed into my chest, muffled.

“I thought I raped you.”

Pulling away from me, Percy looks at me with a dumbfounded expression, which was quickly replaced with pity when she looks at my face. Her thumb wipes away the warm moisture under my eye.

I was crying?

Dammit.

“Oh God, Charon.”

Aside from me fucking crying, it registered to us that I was having another panic attack. We did the same thing we did when the Enclave landed in the memorial. The grounding techniques. The dog licked my face as we went through it. When my heart finally slows down, Percy sighs and takes my hands in hers.

“Charon, I don’t think you’re capable of such a thing.”

“Alcohol impairs judgment.”

“Alcohol isn’t an excuse to touch people without their consent. You’re either an abuser, or you’re not, with or without it.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t feel the need to.

“Look, I haven’t really opened up to anyone about this in detail, not even to Butch or Amata, but remember Stevie?”

I nod. I looked in her eyes and they were somber.

“He was drunk on duty when he caught me using my BB gun in the vault’s lower wards,” Percy almost whispers, voice breaking. “He said he needed to bring me to the vault’s precinct. I did what any scared 16-year old did. Comply.”

“Percy, you don’t have to recount your experiences to prove a point.”

“Let me do this, Charon. I want to do this.”

Sighing, I nod, and she drew closer to me.

“Stevie... he sodomized me,” Percy whispers. “He did it under the influence, and it happened multiple times over the course of months,” she continues, meeting my eyes. Swallowing my own spit felt like choking on stones as I listened to her.

“You didn’t. The fact that you feel terrified at the mere suspicion of doing it says a lot about you. You’re a good person,” my friend tells me, her small hand sliding up my cheek to comfort me.

“No. Percy, I am not. Remember when those bastards in Tenpenny Tower asked you why you were treating me like a person? You said that it was just the bare minimum. That’s just what I did. Bare minimum.”

“Fair,” Percy sighs. “But for what it’s worth? I feel you’re the person I can be piss-wasted vulnerable with. I trust you.”

Feeling the urge to bury my face in her hair, I asked for permission to come closer, and she nods. Inhaling sharply, I let the tears come.

“You put too much trust in me.”

“You’ve proven worthy of it.”

“Percy, I need to say something.”

This angel looks at me with those eyes again. I figured it out now, the emotions they carry. They were brimming with trust and devotion.

“Maybe the talk about the Enclave the night before triggered it, but what happened earlier pushed me over the edge. I had another recall.”

I pause to see if she’s still listening. She was doing so, intently. “Continue.”

“My mind went back to the day the bombs dropped. I was contemplating all the things I did under the Enclave’s employ. The bombs skinning me felt like an appropriate punishment. When I thought I hurt you, I felt like the world was ending all over again.”

Percy squeezes my hand.

“When I said that you were the best thing that happened in my life, I said that with full sincerity. I do not want to risk that in any shape or form. You are my employer, but you’ve treated me far more than a simple employee. I’m not sure...”

The words aren’t coming out.

“Yes?”

I wanted to ask her what the “love you” meant. Does she ever remember it?

She says that to the dog all the time. She can’t be serious. Still, a decrepit part of my mind wanted to bring it up.

Then my mind wanders to the jeers and insults people threw at my mistress for having my company. The dirty, judgmental looks. Their disgust. Surely that “love you” was a lapse in judgment, right?

I better not encourage it.

Perhaps one day I’ll ask her. But not today.

“Nevermind.”

I pull away from her and collect myself.

“You should clean up.”

Percy opened her mouth to say something, but a growl bubbled from her stomach. Blushing, she nods.

“Right. I should. Let’s get something to eat.”

As soon as we’re dressed, Percy curses when she sees the time on her Pip-Boy.

“Fuck, it’s already 2 PM. How long did we sleep?”

“12 hours tops.”

“Okay. Let’s get lunch at Gary’s Galley then hit the road. We need to find Lamplight.”

I raise a brow at her suggestion. “Are you sure we should travel while hungover?”

I follow Percy through the stairs. “There’s no time. We can’t risk the Enclave finding the GECK before we do.”

“If you insist.”

Lunch was mostly quiet. The food tasted bland in my mouth despite being well-seasoned. Percy was chewing on her third Mirelurk cake while I simmered in my own thoughts. Before we got out of the city, Percy entrusted Dogmeat to DeLoria, leaving him with caps and a copy of a key to her house in Megaton.

When we hit the road, I was still thinking about the “love you”, the incident from earlier, and what lies ahead for us. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings.

That was a grave mistake.

When we approached Anacostia Crossing, they jumped us. The mercs. Talon Company. My senses were sharper than Percy’s and I didn’t sense their presence. I was caught off guard when one of the bastards threw a bag over my head.

Why did I ever allow myself to become this distracted? Goddamn idiot!

I hear it, Percy’s angry yells as one of the men dragged her into the station. I fired blindly at my assailant, but more of them came, beating my head with batons until I was fucking bloody.

My head spinning, they tied me up, and dragged us deeper into the metro. Then, we stopped. One of them forced me to kneel, then ripped the bag from my head.

“We did it boys! We finally caught the little saint from the vault and this ugly motherfucker,” one of them yells in triumph, and I can barely see Percy spitting in his face from the blood that soaked my left eye.

A yelp escapes her when the asshole backhands her, sending her glasses flying backward. “Let’s see if you’re still so feisty after that, bitch.”

Squinting, Percy looks up to him. “Fuck you.”

He hits her again. I was thrashing hard, unable to protect her. One of the Talon mercs whipped my head with the butt of a pistol and I landed hard on the gravel. The fucker squeezed my jaw while forcing me to get up and I bit him, hard enough to draw blood.

“Argh, fuck! The zombie bit me!”

“Put him down already!”

“Not yet. I wanna watch him suffer while we rough up his girlfriend.”

“Do not fucking touch her,” I growled.

“You know what? I have an idea,” said their ringleader. “Boys, time for some torture.”

I lunged forward, my skull colliding with the bastard’s cheek. Percy takes this opportunity to slip from one of the mercs’ grasp, but his hand caught her Pip-Boy glove.

My contract flies to the ground.

One of the mercs picked it up.

No.

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