#butches can be MEN and can kiss MEN :3 GET OVER IT

[bisexualfagdyke]

Andrew Minyard is the butchest transgender male faggot to ever exist. "Queer men can't be butch!" Explain why Andrew Minyard looks like that then? Explain? He's so butch. Open ur mind to the beautiful word of butchfemme boykissing faggots and maybe u will appreciate the beauty of life more.

[artinvain]

abby and pillow princess reader??

fuck I know I said I couldn’t write but I needed to stay up to write this — it reminded me too much of my wonderful butch so here we fucking go <3

cw: daddy term, strap use, oral and fingering. men minors blank blogs dni or follow!

abby’s mouth is warm and wet as she kisses and sucks at your neck, her hands gripping you as she presses herself against your plush body. abby’s hands feel so good gripping your pillowy hips as she encourages you to move your hips against her thigh.

“abby wait,” you sigh as she starts to bite a mark into your neck, “it’s fuck -“ you gulp - “please let me do something, I never give you anything-“

abby pulls back as if offended, watching you pant under is making her fucking throb for you. but she needs to understand what you mean first, she lays herself gently over you and strokes your face gingerly.

“baby, what are you saying?” she asks so softly, so wholeheartedly it makes you ache.

“I just -“ you reach for her hand and kiss the palm of it, taking a deep breath, “I don’t - I can’t really give you what what I feel like I should be when we fuck because -“

“you’re a pillow princess,” abby finishes as if it’s obvious, she’s still staring at you quizzically, “did you l think I didn’t know? what you think I thought you were just shy with the way you were jumping my bones baby?”

abby chuckles as she starts to kiss your neck again, and you gasp, back arching when she bites down - “you see that is what you give me,” abby moans, kissing you and bringing her fingers down to rub your clit gently. the way you start to pant instead of kiss, mouth opening in a whine, your body melting into her touch.

“hearing you make these pretty fucking sounds, makes me so fucking hot.” abby chuckles as you buck your hips against her fingers that are prodding your soft cunt and sinking her fingers in deep inside you, curling them. you groan, eyes rolling back as abby fucks her fingers into you, hitting your gspot over and over. your mind turning fuzzy with the feeling of her fingers stretching you.

“yeah baby fuck — seeing you get all dizzy like this,” abby squeezes you tits and rubs at your clit until your thighs are shaking, “giving you pleasure, gives me pleasure, princess,”

abby moans as you cum, grunting as she pulls your pants and panties down to mouth at your cunt and moans at the taste, pulling you close and handling your legs over her shoulders.

“oh god daddy, fuck feels so good,” you whine, your hands knotting in her hair. abby slides her fingers back into your clenching pussy, “taste so good honey,” abby drunkenly slurs, grunting at the taste of you as she licks around her fingers inside you and sucking your clit.

“please, shit daddy m’gonna cum,” you yelp near riding her face until abby holds you down with her forearm and curls her fingers into you until your leaking down her wrist.

you gasp shaking and swallowing for air as abby kisses your thighs, “fuck, th-thank you,” you whine out as abby rubs her hands over you body. “no - thank you sweetheart, but daddy wants to be inside you again-“ abby presses a kiss to your mouth, removing your hoodie and immediately latching her mouth to your tits.

you scratch your nails down abby’s back as she nips and licks on your nipples, “wanna fuck you with my cock - can I?” abby moans kissing your mouth and you nod eagerly.

“look so pretty,” abby smiles kissing down your torso and then moving around her room as you kick the sheets off the bed. then the bulky blonde is clambering back on the bed, biting her lip and pulling your thighs open.

“fuck,” abby moans at the sight of your wet cunt swollen and throbbing as she slides her lubed cock into you. her brows furrowed and moaning as she sinks in.

you yelp loudly when abby starts to buck her hips and “god you take me so well” she groans, grabbing your belly and pressing your thigh into you gently so she can fuck you deep and hard, buck and roll her hips so she can see you getting all fucked out and dizzy. “fuck, daddy!” you groan trying to grab hold of anything.

“oh you’re daddy’s good girl,” abby moans lowly, her hand reaching up to encircle your neck.

abby groans, intertwining your fingers, “my sweet princess - fuck you feel so good,” she moans, snapping her hips against you until you’re cumming.

“fuck - my god I love seeing you cum,”

you huff, bucking your hips up against abby and she gently pulls out to handle you onto your belly, you roll your neck, head fuzzy as she eases her tip in and you push yourself back against her cock. your pussy still clenching and twitching.

🫵🏾🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz @emiliabby

[vincinnamontoast]

HIII OMG IDK IF UR TAKING REQUESTS (OR IF THIS COUNTS AS ONE??) BUT I CANT WAIT FOR ANY OF YOUR VI FICS 🙏 LIKE OK IM SAT 🪑 YOURE GONNA SLAY!!

sweet consumption ꒰ა♡໒꒱

goddess vi! x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS: honestly not really much of a plot besides vi and reader being in love and obsessed with each other.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

CONTAINS: smut!, cannibalism as a form of expression, consensual choking, mentions of blood and slight violent actions, religious overtones. p.s I always try to keep clothing and reader’s physical descriptions out of my stories, so readers can resonate with it more. but for this story, reader wears a dress. kind of proofread ? act 3 vi!

AUTHORS NOTE: ^^ omg thank you so much love <3! you’re so sweet, that does mean sm! MINORS/MEN DNI PLS!!

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the soft piano traveled throughout the corridors as you sat toying with the edge of your silky, sage dress - eagerly waiting for your presence to be requested. the smooth, dark marble beneath your feet caught your attention. you swore it swirled in little patterns right before your eyes. the walls of her quarters were coated with various meaningful art pieces and the pillars stood tall where beautiful women were chiseled into the top and bottom. her love and respect for women —for her community, was so admirable. before your mind could wander farther, you were interrupted.

“our goddess, violet, requests you.” a fellow angel proclaims as they seep into your view.

'our goddess?' your mind repeats. It was true. she was a goddess of the people and of the angels. she portrayed that in the most genuine way. however, you still couldn't fight the slight nerve to be a bit possessive. you nodded and smiled to the woman dressed in a silky emerald gown, their wings slightly curled around their hips. taking a deep yet staggered breath, you walk down the corridor that lead to violet's chamber. soon enough, you stood before her arched door. It was vast and encased in fuschia and black jewels. gems and crystals in their purest form blended perfectly above, as gold curled around the edges of the large door frame. before you could even bring your fist up to grab at her door chime, it swings open gently. she sensed you.

It was dark in her chambers. your eyes waited to adjust to it as the fireplace was the only source of light. the soft gothic piano contrasted the crackling of the fireplace. this genre of piano soothed vi’s nerves. your eyes averted as slight movement was caught in your peripheral. and then...you are met with her. she stood right before her large windowsill - it portraying a perfect view of the nightlife that was her domain and the beautiful river encompassing it. she was beyond alluring, truly. words could not describe violet's beauty. for she was the prettiest and the strongest goddess there was. the handsomest soldier that would ever fight on the battle field.

her pinkish red hair peppered with streaks of black, like fire and ash, rested over her right side. her blue eyes like stained glass that always outed her every emotion never failed to capture you. her freckles kissed upon her nose and cheeks like a field of wildflowers in april. oh how cute she was when she scrunched her nose when upset or angry. violet was revered in her looks by the other celestial beings, but they doubted her ideals. violet. sweet violet. her heart so gentle but her face stern. she stood for peace—for equality. but she tended to get too passionate in protecting others and standing for what she believed in. the other goddess's teased her about her name. vi for violence. some pretty butch brute with too much power they'd say. she wished they'd respect her name. and how you wished they would know her. violet. sweet violet. vi.

“you're staring again. hmmm and nor did you acknowledge me when you came into my quarters." she pouts, inching closer to your still being. her hips swayed gently as she walked down the little steps, fists at her side. so ready to protect, like she always was. her beauty put you in a trance as your eyes adjust to the glow of her bronzed freckled skin.

"I'm sorry, my love. It's darker in here than usual." the words jumbled out nervously as the luminescence of her eyes consumed you.

she gently drug her fingertips against the apple of your cheeks. "mmm I am in a mood of sorts today. what do you have for me, beautiful?"

your words caught in your throat and your body shivered. angel's were only allowed to see their goddess' once a month to report to them. you were violet's trusted designated angel that gave her updates of information that she needed to rule her domain, so naturally you saw her a bit more often. the lack of her presence made your yearning beyond intense. the only angel and being that vi had ever touched and she made that clear constantly. but why were you so special? you doubt you'd ever ask. to even be breathing the same air as her was a blessing so you never dare question her.

"I brought all angel reports for last month as well as letters from the goddess's. they seem to have important news to share with you." you nodded, too nervous to glance into her eyes. she loved how nervous she made you.

"so obedient, my sweet girl. I will have to get to it all later." she curls her fingers under your chin. "come.”

she steps away from you to sit on her velvet claudette chaise lounge. she gazes at you intently - waiting. her eyes were warning you as she was often impatient. you walk towards her gently on the tip of your toes. you could never seem to get used to her intensity. she just stares at you often. it's a bit creepy, but you know she is just curious and expressive. reading vi through her eyes was easy for you. she was intrigued.

you kneeled before her as her leg peers out from the slit in her grey throw over dress. she nudges it out to you gently as invitation for you to touch her. as they open, it exposes a delicious amount of her skin that you wanted to just devour. slowly, you bring your hands to glide up her leg. her soft skin feels electric and you swear every muscle in your body relaxed after you touched her. closing your eyes, you nudge your cheek into her skin. you locked eyes as you kiss up her leg, lifting yourself to make your pecks to the inside of her thigh. the feeling of her smooth creamy skin was enticing, the smell of her. vanilla, musk, firewood —brown sugar. the way she was lent back, looking down at you with her legs spread wide was so seductive and sensuous. her arm hung over the couch and the other gently grazed your hair as you nipped at her inner thigh. she had stretch marks on her hips and a bit on her inner thigh. you kissed at them gently. the soft chuckle she let out made your ears ring. goodness. she made you weak.

your breathing got heavier as you inched closer between her dress and to her core. your fingers snake through and move it aside. no underwear. looking up at her, she slightly smiles and blushes. "I was waiting for you — I always do." she breathes out like a whisper.

your cheeks turn a fiery shade of pink. you were then blessed with the sight of her beautiful flower. the heat and scent of her core was close to sending you into a frenzy. tufts of pink hair and puffy lips. you were addicted to her. to her taste. your mouth started to salivate. she bit at her lip and opened her legs wide as if inviting you to enjoy her delicacy. your arms curled around her thick thighs as you grip the soft skin. you press your lips to her clit and suckle. like sweet butter, she melts in your mouth. the sweet but salty taste of her made your toes curl. she was glowing. she threw her head back and her hair flowed over the soft velvet couch. gentle wisps of her hair danced over her lips from her desperate panting. she lets out a gentle moan and entangled her fingers writhin your hair. the feeling of her pussy tangled around your tongue was enough to send you into psychosis. you dug your face into her gently as you could not seem to get close enough. curling and twisting your tongue around her, she panted and whimpered little praises.

her moans increasingly got louder. she was always so vocal. and to say you loved it was an understatement. soft as a harp, her moans flowed through your ears like a gentle river. like a song that soothed your soul. shoving your face into her cunt, your mission was to devour. the feeling of her on your tongue — on your finger tips. her moans, her voice. you were made for her, to please her. to give her the love that she deserved as your goddess. she was under appreciated. you are so deep in thought you failed to realize how tight your grip had become on her shaking thighs. she was overstimulated, yelping and arching her back. she attempted to gently move you. pulling away from her gasp, you muster out, “my goddess. please forgive me. I got carried away. I-“

gripping your cheeks softly, she shoved you back on your knees. her face followed yours closely. "oh how i missed you." she growled.

hearts swam in your eyes. drool and her sweet slick coated your lips and the area surrounding. you look dumbed out. her body was a drug. she was your drug. sweet violet. without the hold she had on your face, you'd fall. she licked at your throat as her calloused fingertips drug your dress down your body. she softly grazed her tongue over the edge of her teeth. she gripped your hips and drug her hands all over your body. the need she had for you was insatiable. untamed, disgusting, and full of teeth. she would kill and stain her hands with blood of the innocent for you. and that was a lot to put down as a goddess for her people. but the way she needed you was vile. the yearn she had for you made her sick. sick and rotted with desire. need. you. a mere angel. nothing compared to her. oh but you were.

her lips captured yours quickly. immediately her tongue swallows yours. her lips were succulent like ripe grapes. to kiss vi was to be refreshed, replenished. revived. crawling down to your level, on the floor, she kneeled with you. not once did she slow her pace and stop the movement of her lips on yours. a kiss was the beginning to her cannabilism. she was kneeling with you. someone as gorgeous and high being as her sat on the dirty floor tangled in front of you. your saliva mixing and tainting her own. she didn't care. your differences didn't make her ill. she was a goddess who could love who she pleased, but she could tell this made you uneasy.

"my love. the floor." you pulled away from the kiss, gently cupping her flushed freckled cheeks. her eyes shone such a radiant blue. she was content.

"I am not above sitting on a dirty floor. I've been in worse. and for you — I would lick the filth from your skin with the blade of my tongue." she whispered, licking the shell of your ear. her cool breath sent shivers down your spine and your heart sunk.

both of her hands held your cheeks, as she curled her tongue over your lips. she pecks them gently and then again, glides her tongue over the plump of your lips. your mouth slightly parted with the pressure and need for her mouth on yours. before you could give into her kiss, she pulls away swiftly. nodding her head in the direction of her sleeping quarters. "on the bed."

you sway your naked body away from her, making your way to her giant canopy. sitting on the edge of the bed, you softly grip her black silky sheets. vi sashays towards the edge where you were and pushes you softly into the middle. standing tall, she drops her dress off of her shoulder. all you could do was stare at her awe. her biceps tensed slightly with her breathing. her subtle abs shone in the light covered in minimal sweat. her tits sat perfectly and exposed. her collar bone, sharp and tempting. the scars painted on her body. her pussy on display and so enticing. again. you could happily die between her legs. everything she did had your pussy melting and pulsating. she crawls towards you and kisses up your body slowly. not breaking eye contact once. she drags her canines against your calf and presses gently, making her way up to your lips.

she’s perfectly above you now, stopping at your face. your eyes are captured in hers and you can’t look away. you smacked your lips onto hers and she burst into a giggle as you peck her lips over and over. pulling away, you let her catch her breath and rub your fingers against her face. you press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, the apple of her cheeks, her eyelids, chin, and then her lips again. then you kiss her hands again, and again, and again. she didn’t like her hands. you knew that. but every sliver of her was perfect to you. she presses her forehead to yours as she gnaws at her lip.

"I want to feel you. to let go with you.”

before you can process a single thought, she eagerly parts your legs wide and squats herself above your cunt. you can feel everything. like her soul and her bones were intertwining with yours. her pussy slid against yours. gripping your legs, she quickens her pace. every touch of her hands on your skin sent your body into shivers. you craved her. you wanted vi to use her calisoused fingers to pry your ribs open and lick your heart and your bones. to live inside of you to protect herself. to connect your organs and become one. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her. you’re snatched back into reality at the loud sounds of the both of your moans blending together like symphony. she gripped at you like she could not live without her claws and bare teeth sunken into your skin. you chant her name like a prayer, her eyes rolling into her head as all she can think about is you. the sound of you. your skin. your flesh. you. she attempted to cage you in so you couldn't move away from her.

"oh baby i know." she groans into your ear as you whimper closer to your release.

the primal desire for you was unquenchable. she can feel you pulsating against her, she knew you were close. so was she. her right hand tangles around your throat as she begins to squeeze. your eyes rolled so far into your head and all circulation began to cut off. and by the goddess's near, this was the most amazing feeling. to die by violet’s hands. the way she is touching you and staring into your soul. it wasn’t pain. it felt like freedom.

"you belong to me, say it. please." her eyes turn soft and tear up. they were like a gentle void, a void of so much emotion. your vision started to turn white and you could only feel her engulfing you. your orgasms overtaking the both of you like wildfire. you could feel the electricity from her fingertips coursing through your veins and your blood. she loosens her grip as you gasp for air. every touch of hers on your body like a cold breeze. the beautiful pit that was her eyes enveloped you. you both stare at each other in a pant.

"we are all yours, vi." you giggle, referring to the angels and her terrain. gently, she collapses on your chest. you graze your fingers against her back, tracing her tattoos.

she hums, "mmm but they are not." she looks up at you, curling your hair between her fingers. "you are. and for you, i am my rawest form. the yearn I have for you is too much. It hurts." she pauses, and takes a deep breath. "I hate when you walk out that door."

her eyes are entangled in yours. the other celestial’s would say that the love between an angel and a goddess was unruly and dangerous. that didn't matter to you. nor did it matter to vi. they don't know what it was like to kneel at her alter. to be loved and wanted by her. they have not heard her gentle giggles and murmurs throughout every kiss. they haven’t seen her wide set grin and the smile lines surrounding her heart shaped lips. nor have they tasted her divine fruit. they haven't gazed into her eyes and seen right through her heart. to be loved by vi was to be consumed by her.

“my love and loyalty has always lied with you, my sweet violet.” and into her lips, you collide. underneath the fiery touch of vi’s fingertips, you become poetry.

AUTHORS NOTE: ugh yes…cannibalism as symbolism for lesbian love and obsession again>>> of course, it’s literally my favorite and if you get it, you get it :3 anyways, caitvi scene made me scream as hell. everything made me scream and cry omfg. so many thoughts. If you’re reading this, have a great day, night or evening! mwuahhh <33 hope you liked !

[moonjellyfemme]

God, it wasn’t fair. Your two UNBELIEVABLY hot coworkers (who were roommates?!) invited you over for a few drinks, and you, the reputable horrible-liquor-holder, agreed. Three drinks later, you were sandwiched in between the two like it was a second nature, hands running all over your body and sending liquid heat scorching through your veins. Here you were, with your ass pressed up against the femme’s mini pencil skirt and your front grinding against the very-obvious-now hard packing bulge in the butch’s pants.

“Oh my god, doesn’t she look cute fucked out like this?” the femme murmured, pressing another lipstick-coated kiss to your throat that wracked a whimper out of you.

The butch grunted a little bit with a smirk, pressing her dick firmer against your dripping cunt. “Someone’s needy,” she teased, making you desperately duck away to hide your blush. It was such a perverted sight— you, completely naked, stuck between two fully-clothed women, hellbent on ruining you.

You don’t know how you got to this point now, with the butch’s cock half-lodged in your throat while your clit is gently stroked and teased, but with the way you were dripping you doubted you’d complain.

“C’mon, baby girl, you can take more in your throat,” the butch murmured, hands tangled in your hair. You couldn’t tell if the soft squelchs you heard were from your mouth as your head was guided up and down her cock or your cunt as a finger traces around your hole.

You moan quietly, trying to get more in but choking a bit at the tip. A harsh hand slaps down on your ass and makes you yelp, which gives her that perfect opportunity to fuck her cock just a bit deeper in you.

“Oh, good girl!” The femme cooed, giving you a little slap on the ass as encouragement. “You can be a good little cockslut for her, honeybun, it doesn’t take that much work.”

The butch scoffed in amusement at her words, cocking her head to the side in a challenge. “Oh yeah? Last time I checked, someone took more than a few months to throat me properly.”

This time it was the femme’s turn to blush, looking away and stammering. “Well— whatever! Besides, can’t I have my turn to feel good now? Ugh.”

“What,” the butch drawled, “someone’s pussy is all ignored from the attention not being on her for once? We can switch, honey.”

Being ignored and used as these two gorgeous women’s plaything had you throbbing and squirming, dripping wet and desperate for attention. With a gasp and some tears rolling down your face, the butch slid her cock out of her throat and tapped your mouth lightly with the tip. “Good girl. You wanna be good, right? Be good for sir and princess?”

You moaned, loud, desperate and fucking horny. “Please, please please please sir, princess— please let me make you feel good, please—“

“Aww, she’s all cute when she’s throatfucked stupid!” The femme chirped, switching spots with the butch. Her manicured nails undid each of her buttons, one by one, revealing the curves of her firm breasts. Sliding up her skirt, you were gifted with the view of up her skirt, no panties. “Now, cutie, are you gonna be good and let me sit on your face?”

Your mouth opened to respond but all thoughts were cut short at the feeling of the butch’s cock prodding open your entrance. Taking it as a green light, she pressed her dripping pussy against your mouth, making you moan at the taste. Your tongue licked frantically over her cunt, savoring every moment you had tongue-fucking her as your own hole burned deliciously with the pleasure of being stretched open.

Every strong stroke inside of you made your legs tremble as you moaned while eating her out, eyes damp from feeling so fucking good, you felt so goddamn good—

Your eyes look around her for a second. The two girls were kissing vigorously, tongue-fucking each other while using your body as a vessel for pleasure.

Oh god, you were going to come so hard.

[men LEAVE ME ALONE. I’m a dyke. commissions open on my kofi :3]

[muldermuse]

exbf!butcher being the dad that stepped up for your daughter💓💓💓 we need more headcanons for your vision on this, like, does he know her since she was a baby, did she grow on him and he on her when she was a toddler, does she call him dad, does she know her mom and Butcher are kinda still a thing because they kiss from time to time and sometimes he stays over and sleeps in her mom’s room when they think she isn’t sleeping and so she won’t know??? We need answersss

OKAY SO

you got with butcher when your daughter was 2 and a half. the first time he met her was at her third birthday party, it wasn’t supposed to be that way but the bouncy castle wouldn’t inflate and you thought you were going to pass out from stress so you called butcher- who of course comes straight away

your daughter is TERRIFIED of him the first time she meets him. like, he’s big and scary looking. also not a lot of men come to your house so one that looks like butcher feels extra daunting for her as a lil 3 year old. you coax her into showing billy her birthday presents and she grabs his hand and leads him into the living room. she looks so small compared to him and that’s when butcher decides he wants to be a part of this little girls life for as long as he can (hopefully forever). he takes a genuine interest in all the books, plushies and toys that she’s showing him

he meets her again a few months later, you’re both still going steady and your daughter keeps asking when the ‘big man’ is coming back because she wants to show him more of her plushies. you invite him round for dinner and your daughter basically takes all his attention. she’ll run up to him with different books and ask him to read them. which he does- she loves it because he does all the silly voices

she struggles with his name so just calls him butch. even as she gets older, she never calls him anything else

you stay together until she’s like 6 and then the break up happens. he’s known your daughter for nearly 4 years and he loves her and she loves him- probably her favourite person in the whole world so she still sees him often

she never called him dad but when her friends talk about stuff their dad does for them, she’ll always say that “her butch” does that

you keep seeing each other but it’s so off and on again. it’s not fair for your daughter to get stuck in the middle so every time he spends the night- he leaves before she goes to school

eventually she clocks on and realises because she sees him sneaking out on her way to the bathroom. he looks nervous, “hey kid…just uh…your mom asked me to stay last night”- he can’t lie to her

she doesn’t care, she just asks him to make her some oatmeal because he makes it the best

[longhardtransitionreturns]

I'm too weak to stand by the time my wife and our midwife decide it's time to transfer me to the hospital to give birth to our son. I'm splayed listlessly in the birthing pool, my red-rimmed eyes half slipped back in my head. The baby is lodged so tightly in my hips that any tiny movement sends sharp spikes of pain through my pelvis. Pushing is white hot fire and absolutely out of the question so I'm left skewered on the girth of my baby, too out of it from pain and exhaustion to have anymore input on what happens next.

When the paramedics arrive they do their best to hide their shock when they find a 350lb bull dyke with a buzz cut and biker tats inked across her swollen GG breasts grunting in a pool so small I'm touching all the sides.

They move away to confer, likely about moving someone my size, but I'm too out of it to be offended. My big, hairy pussy is bulged out so far it seems almost impossible there's no head showing. My wife Monica moves to my head and kisses my cheek. I can tell she's scared but trying to put on a brave face.

The paramedic who is clearly in charge, a tall, butch Black woman with short nails and even shorter hair, jumps into the pool and introduces herself as Jean before announcing her intention to check me. I'm briefly relieved another lesbian is going to be the stranger who is digging around in my pussy then I feel her fingers enter my overstuffed hole and I can't bite back a weak moan at the intrusion. She rubs my bulge gently near my clit and makes a shushing noise. My eyes roll back in my head involuntarily at the intimate touch. I'm hurting too bad for it to be pleasurable but it gives me a tiny ounce of relief nonetheless.

Monica is staring down at me with worry on her face when Jean announces to her team that the baby is stuck on my pubic bone and the first step to getting it unstuck is to get me standing. I barely have time to protest before the 3 muscled young men taking orders from Jean are helping lift my bulk from the tub.

Even with five people supporting my weight I am unable to keep myself from falling gracelessly into a wide squat as the weight of my huge child drops down even further. My bulging pussy hits the water as I feel the unmistakable sensation of urgently crowning what must be an absolutely huge head.

I'm screaming about the fire in my crotch as Jean takes one of my meaty thighs, the biggest paramedic takes the other, and the other two support my back as I am lifted, legs spread around my crown, onto the floor beside the birthing pool.

The best case scenario, Jean tells me over my screaming sobs, is that I push it out right here and she and her team give me and baby a ride to the hospital. It looks like that might work for a few pushes but I'm fading faster than before and don't have much to give in the way of help. She briefly considers forceps but would rather get me to the hospital if my baby is still in danger of breaking my pelvis when I push him out. She reaches inside my rubber band tight lips to feel where the head had previously been stuck on a bone and noticeably pales.

She doesn't say anything out loud to alarm me or my wife but she tells her team with harsh urgency that we are transferring to the hospital immediately. I'm being moved again, still with my legs spread wide by men on either thigh, on to a bariatric stretcher and rolled out of my living room before I can even think to protest being rolled out of my front door naked, my crowned, leaking pussy bared for for all our straight, conservative neighbors to see.

I hear Jean telling Monica and our midwife that they're going to have to meet us at the hospital. Between my size and the seriousness of my potential injuries, they need all the room they can get to keep me intact until I'm able to be rushed into emergency surgery.

I don't hear whether my wife argues or not because I'm being lifted up into the ambulance. The jostling sends a sharp, warning pain through my pubic bone and I scream for them to stop moving me. Jean yells almost at the same time, glaring at her subordinates. She orders them to freeze with my feet tilted up into the ambulance and then leans down to place her palm firmly against my crown.

The counter pressure immediately eases some of the burning sensation around my lips and the ominous aching in my pelvic bones. I lay my head back and groan at feeling, for the first time since I hit transition, some of the pain lessening rather than intensifying.

I focus on how good it feels to have Jean pushing back on some of the insane pressure in my cunny while they settle me into the ambulance. A strap is placed around my straining middle and the stretcher is locked into place. One of the nameless young men starts an IV as the sirens start blaring and I feel the ambulance start to move.

Jean, still holding my crown, tells me her colleague is giving me something for the pain and that a surgical team is being assembled right now to meet the ambulance and rush me into the operating room.

"Everything's going to be just fine, Libby. You and your baby are going to be just fine as long as you don't push. No matter how bad you need to bear down, you can't. You will break your pubic bone and probably your tail bone and you really don't want to do that."

I don't. I've already started to feel the effects of the drugs and I'm still in more pain than I've ever been in my life but there is a thin, hazy distance from it now. I feel the warmth of Jean's hand around my crown and I blink up at her with what I think might be close to a flirtatious smile.

"Just don't move your hand, baby," I mumble and she clearly understands because her cheeks redden and she cracks a wide, slightly embarrased smile.

"Alright, Sappho. Glad those drugs are starting to work."

I probably wasn't going to respond because I was seconds away from passing out when suddenly the ambulance is hitting something with extreme force and my gravid body is bouncing up into the air. I see, as if in slow motion, Jean's steadying hand get ripped away from my pussy.

I'm slammed back down on to the stretcher and, inevitably, my bones shatter. When they give way my baby is ejected out to his shoulders before anyone can stop him to try to spare me even greater injury.

I'm writhing and screaming incoherently as I feel Jean gingerly pull my son out the rest of the way. I can feel his heft shifting around pieces of bone in me as he slithers out and I am acutely aware how badly I wish I could lose consciousness.

I don't. When my son leaves my body to be handed off to one of the men and my clenching cavity clamps down on nothing, I am catapulted into another stratosphere of pain. I start hyperventilating and am barely able to understand Jean as she straddles the stretcher in between my legs and starts to touch my lips.

"Libby, hold on for me, honey. I'm gonna do something and it's gonna hurt like the dickens and then it's going to feel amazing. Just keep breathing for me, sweetheart."

Why I look down right at that moment I will never know but I watch her gloved, fisted hands plunge into my pussy and my asshole at the same time. I use my last remaining strength to wail in protest as it feels like a white hot iron is being rammed through my pelvis. Then she does what can only be described as a punch with the fist in my cunt and I almost throw up with how suddenly relieved I feel because of whatever Jean's hands are doing to hold my gravely injured body together.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still in agony. But between whatever Jean's fists just did and the drugs starting to kick in even more, I'm barely able to do anything other than lay there and whimper.

When we get to the hospital the medics have just taken me down from the ambulance when Monica runs up. She takes in Jean, straddling the stretcher in between my legs and then the position of her fists in both my holes. My face is a rictus of pain and shock and I'm horrified to discover I can't talk. I'm not even able to close my mouth when I feel drool slipping down my chin.

I look up at my wife, who's being handed our 15lb baby. She walks beside my stretcher as I'm rushed in to the trauma bay. I fight with all my will to be able to muster up the strength to say one more thing to the love of my life before the drugs pull me under completely. The fact that I'm about to almost die on the table three times because I'm silently hemorrhaging into my abdomen as we speak is the only thing that comes between me and divorce later so stupid were the words I chose to say.

"Jean's hands feel so good in my ass and my pussy. God, it feels so good."

[archangeldyke-all]

blue collar butch Sevika coming home after a long shift to her housewife. whew 🥴😵‍💫

grrrrr... bark bark bark! sorry, i'm sorry.

men and minors dni

hhhhnggggg anon... fuck.

she's got a union job-- great pay, great benefits for both of you, a 401k, and up to 3 weeks of paid time off a year-- but it's constant backbreaking labor.

she loves it. she's a physical person, so working with her hands and body all day is something she's happy to do. especially since it means she can take care of you.

but just because she likes it doesn't mean she doesn't get tired.

she comes home every evening exhausted, sweaty and stinky.

and every night you're there, running to the door to scoop her up into a hug and kiss (despite the visible stink lines emanating off her body) to welcome her home.

you help her out of her heavy boots and drag her to the bathroom, where you've already set out her pajamas on the sink for her to change into after her shower. you help strip her down, giggling at the salacious little wink she gives you when she catches you staring, then send her to the shower so you can make dinner.

sevika used to be one of those people who uses like a 10 in 1 bottle of soap for her entire shower routine. face and body wash and shampoo and conditioner and moisturizer all in one little blue bottle.

after meeting you, though, she was bullied lovingly encouraged to try out different products until she found one she actually enjoys, not just things that 'get the job done.'

some nights, when she's particularly exhausted, you'll strip down and help her shower, pressing kisses into her skin as you scrub her down, then helping her dry off and apply various lotions and potions so her skin's baby soft and her hair smells like flowers. she loves it.

dressed in her warm jammies and relaxed and clean from her shower, she'll wander into the kitchen.

this might be her favorite part of the day--and she has lots of favorites, since meeting you (like in the mornings when she's awoken by your gentle kisses instead of her alarm, or when you send her off to work with her lunch pail and a kiss followed by a quick smack to her ass, or when you both finally crawl into bed together after a long day...) but she's pretty sure this-- watching you cook dinner as she leans against the door way, music softly playing throughout the house as you dance and stir and scrub-- this is her favorite.

you always catch her, and you always roll your eyes at what she assumes must be the cheesiest, sappiest look on her face before you stride over to her to kiss her.

you rarely eat at the table. sevika prefers to cuddle up on the couch with you, the both of you eating off of one big plate, alternating feeding each other bites.

she'll tell you about her day and you'll tell her about yours. sometimes she'll have a drink, sometimes she'll have a smoke, sometimes she'll turn on the tv, but she always keeps you tucked against her, an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

she tends to fall asleep on the couch, her head slumping on your shoulder. you have to nudge her awake and pull her to bed, helping her sleepily navigate the short walk when you're not pressing kisses against her sleepy face.

you tuck her into bed with a kiss before you go off to do your nighttime routine.

and no matter how deep she's sleeping, or how exhausted from the day she is, she always wakes up when you crawl into bed beside her an hour or two later to turn over and cuddle up against you, nuzzling into your tits as she mumbles out a sleepy, "i love you, honey."

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[riddle-me-ri]

Ok so I got this idea from your squishing face post for the pengys like just the idea of embarrassing him :3 how about an s/o who would just pop in during a meeting and call ozzie some embarrassingly cute nicknames

You: hello my dearest cutest little pengy wengy what do you want for dinner? 😘🥰💋💖

Him: 🐧

His men: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

A/N: hehehe…if this isn’t some shit I’d try to pull asdfgh. Not always, but like a time or two. Just to hear him sigh in embarrassing disappointment lmao. Once again, sorry that some of these kinda follow a different scenario but the essential headcanon of them being embarrassed is there lmao

Reader Embarrassing The Penguins:

Arkhamverse Penguin:

- Oswald was bending his men’s ears so far back, they might as well have fallen off. 

- Nightwing apparently ruined their trip to the docks to retrieve a shipment of weapons. 

- Veins along Oswald’s neck and hands were popping. 

- "Hey Ozzie wozzie! I was just wanting– oh! So sorry I didn't know you were having a meeting! 

- Oz's face instantly went white as a sheet as all the blood and heat from his anger was drained. 

- He looked over his shoulder, a slight shaky smile on his face. "Uhh yeah..its all right, love. I'll be with you in a minute, yeah?" 

- You nodded beaming happily as you closed the door. 

- Some hushed snickers could be heard from his men

- Only for them to be silenced by a slamming fist to the table.

- "I better not hear a peep out of any of you about that…or else you're all gonna be lunch to the Croc! Now…back to business."

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

- I am not entirely sure why, but I can imagine this Oz likes beating you to the punch?

- He knows how you normally greet him, especially when you usually assume he’s alone. 

- So as a countermeasure if he’s in a meeting or is talking to security, he beats you to the pet names. 

- “Yes, sweetheart?” “What’s going on, sugar?” 

- However, that doesn’t always stop you from throwing in a “pengy baby”, “my handsome penguin”, and of course a personal favorite; “daddy”.

- Oz may scratch the back of his neck nervously, but chuckle all the same. 

- It can be somewhat embarrassing but he adores you too much for it to get to him. 

- Nobody better ridicule you or himself when you do it, or there will be hell to pay. 

- He also doesn’t care if his men get annoyed, they just better keep it to themselves. 

Gotham Penguin:

- Okay, but no seriously…could you not? 

- It’s hard enough as it is to appear intimidating and go by “The Penguin”. 

- He knows you mean well, you don't really think twice about his reputation…

- You just see your sweet, endearing, and loving Oswald. 

- Oswald would be having a meeting with his people at the long dining table. With Butch standing at his side. 

- You come in cheerfully to see Oz, without even noticing he's in company. 

- "Hey Ozzie!" 

- Silence fills the room, a pin could be heard.

- Oswald tried to remedy it by patting your hand and telling you he won't be long…

- You nod and lean in to kiss his cheek before running off.

- He shoots daggers to Butch who continues to chortle under his breath.

BTAS Penguin:

- He’s stuck between lovestruckness and slight embarrassment. 

- Oswald doesn’t want you to stop, but knows he probably needs you too.

- He does have somewhat of a reputation to uphold in the criminal underworld. 

- Oswald adores that you are so comfortable and adore him enough to bless him with a pet name. 

- He won't be harsh or short with you, even if he's griping to his henchmen. 

- It will literally be night and day the way he interacts with you and his henchmen.

- "You fools! If your absolute incompetence continues to hinder my schemes, I will-!" 

- "Oswald? Where are you my handsome pengy?" 

- The slightest snicker comes from one of his men and Oswald is quick to silence them with a terrifying stare. 

- If they mention this incident to anyone, they will be bird food.

TNBA Penguin:

- Not that he doesn’t appreciate the sentiments…

- He just can’t exactly reciprocate them at the moment when he’s trying to take charge. 

- There are moments he won't mind, like if he's entertaining guests at the Lounge.

- Oz would lavish in the adoration you're giving him, and it shows a different side to him. 

- He's likely to tell you beforehand if he's discussing things with more…dangerous individuals. 

- It's more or less to protect you, but also to ensure you don't let any pet names slip up. 

- Whenever it does happen, he still keeps his cool meanwhile he's trying to hide his blush and not stammer his words.

Telltale Penguin:

- Why? You know how embarrassing this is for him!

- “Hey Ozzie wozzie, I was just wondering-”

- “No..no..don’t say another word.” 

- You honestly revel in his exasperated head shakes and exhausted sighs. 

- He won't ever admit it, but he does actually like it deep down. 

- He likes the fact you're comfortable enough around him to tease and mess with him. 

- The fact that you love him so much and in such a way that warrants you to give him stupid cute nicknames. 

- Sometimes he's agitated whenever you do it in front of his crew.

- But his crew knows better not to mention it ever again after an incident.

One Bad Day Penguin:

- Oh boy…

- God it’s a good thing you’re cute, it makes you get away with…well everything. 

- He’s wiping his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. 

- It’s not like he can stop you. 

- Oz does find it incredibly adorable. 

- He can't help that his face may flush just slightly. 

- Kinda like Farrell Penguin, he's also likely to dish it back to you with cutesy pet names.

- The only people allowed to tease him or mess with him about it are Lili and Freida.

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

- Ozzie groans as a cringey chill went down his spine. 

- Really? "Ozzie wozzy??"

- And in front of his criminal peers in jail? 

- You do realize he's got a reputation to protect, right? 

- He's gone toe to toe with Batman, Joker, Riddler, and even had a rag-tag team of villains of his own! 

- Oh but that…that doesn't stop you from doing it…

- It gets to a point that he doesn't even debate you or show his disdain for nicknames at least in public.

- He just becomes defensive whenever people tease him about your nicknames for him. 

- "What're you laughing at? You're just jealous!"

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

- This Oswald takes a minute to respond. 

- He’s still getting used to the foundations of a relationship…

- He completely disregarded the usage of pet names and when and where they’re appropriate to use. 

- It takes awhile for Oswald to get used to your nicknames…but they make him feel absolutely elated.

- He may be embarrassed if you do it in front of others...

- But only for a moment...because embarrassment is quickly replaced with adoration.

- If anyone mocks him or you for your endearments he's swift to silence them. 

- He's gone far too long with affection, far too long he's yearned to be addressed lovingly. 

- Oswald would be damned if he let some random henchperson or passerby get in the way of that.

[rollercoasterwords]

I don’t have anyone else to ask, so here I am. What do you think about the term “boy lesbian” ? I just saw a TikTok where a person said they were a boy lesbian not a woman lesbian? I got the same vibe from that as when a lot of people on TikTok tried to say identifying as lesbian was excluding an it should be called non men loving non men?

well my short answer is that i think boy lesbians are cool + sexy + i wish they would all come over 2 my house so we could kiss w tongue <3 however i am sensing from ur message that this is perhaps a concept that u are a bit wary or skeptical about (? might be reading tone incorrectly but that is the vibe i'm getting lol) so i will put a longer answer under the cut:

so i feel like what you're asking when you say "what do you think about this" is essentially "do you think people should be able to call themselves 'boy lesbians'" which. is a source of online discourse that i typically try to avoid because i think discourse about who's "allowed" to identify a certain way in the queer community is basically pointless and does more harm than good. like, at the end of the day, there's really no use in policing who's "allowed" to call themselves what, because people can literally identify themselves however they want and you can't control that, because identity is an inherently personal and subjective experience. and so anytime people do start trying to strictly police identity + draw clear boundaries around who's "allowed" to use which labels, usually the result is just alienating and ostracizing other queer people who we should be in community with, as we share overlapping political struggles.

but. looking specifically at the term "boy lesbian" (and terms like it). i know a lot of people immediately get up in arms going "the whole point of lesbian is that there's NO BOYS!!!!!" but. personally i do not think that's true. every label currently used by the queer community is historically and contextually specific; most labels like 'gay' 'lesbian' and 'trans' are umbrella terms that include broad and varied communities of people who do not all share exactly the same identities or experiences. and the label 'lesbian' as an umbrella term has not always been used + conceptualized historically the way it's used today; it has also not always been 'exclusively women who aren't attracted to men' or whatever other definition people try to claim. many lesbians, especially gender nonconforming lesbians, have complex + nuanced + fraught relationships to gender + womanhood, and there has specifically always been a lot of overlap in (using today's terms) transmasculine and lesbian communities. leslie feinberg's stone butch blues comes immediately to mind as one example of lesbian experience that does not align simply or perfectly with womanhood and is much more nebulously transmasculine. at the end of the day, it's impossible to draw strict definitional boundaries around umbrella terms like "lesbian," because to do so will always inevitably fail to account for certain people who do identify with the term--and what right does anyone have to tell someone else that their personal experience of identity isn't "allowed?"

like - defining lesbianism as either centered around womanhood or positioned against manhood both inevitably devolve into gender essentialism. if you say "lesbians are women who love women," that requires you to provide a strict definition of "woman," something that is essentially impossible without resorting to gender essentialism. if you say "lesbians are nonmen who love nonmen," then you run into the same problem with defining "men." this is because both "men" and "women" are also historically + contextually specific umbrella terms used to define social categories of people, and not some sort of pre-existing inherent natural identities.

so then you might be saying--but wait a second, if all these labels are so fluid and nonspecific and personally defined, then what's the use of labeling anything!!! aren't you just saying that none of it means anything?!

no, not at all! what i'm saying here is that trying to draw strict boundaries around labels that have to do with gender + sexuality is at best pointless and at worst harmful, because gender and sexuality are inherently personal experiences and you can't police someone's own sense of self, nor should you try to. but there are three areas where labels are useful and do matter:

1 - personal value

labels are useful for individuals trying to understand themselves and how they relate to the world. people can find comfort or joy or simple understanding by labeling themselves in relation to the world around them; this sense of labeling is deeply personal and up to each individual in terms of how/to what extent they want to partake in it

2 - community

umbrella terms like "woman" "lesbian" "man" "trans" etc are all useful in socially specific contexts for identifying shared experiences + building community. if i say to someone "i'm a lesbian," and they say "oh i'm a lesbian too," i'm not going to assume that we have the exact same experiences of gender + sexuality that fit some made-up set of rules, but i am going to recognize that this person has certain experiences which overlap with my own, and we can build a community around those experiences. this is the way that basically any label works in a social context--if i say "i'm american" and someone else says "oh me too," i wouldn't just assume that we've had the exact same "american" experiences, because america is a vast country with a huge diversity of people + lifestyles + environments etc etc, y'know? social labels like these are useful for identifying broad overlap in experiences, but because they encompass such broad groups of people it's silly to try and make strict rules about who's "allowed" in the group--especially if your goal is to build community

3 - identifying + naming political struggles + oppression

this follows along the same lines as point 2 -- basically, most queer labels function as umbrella terms meant to bring together people of varied experiences + backgrounds who share common sites of oppression + common political struggles. like, historically, this has been the center of queer community-building--the fact that we are all being oppressed by the same people in overlapping ways. when i tell you "i'm a lesbian," that sentence does not tell you all that much about my own, individual, personal experience of gender. but it does tell you a lot about how i am politically positioned in the world and the kinds of political struggles i might face, and that's what makes that label so socially meaningful. like, the purpose of these labels is not to give everybody insight to the nuances of personal identity; it's to build community + identify our shared struggles with each other.

and i think one reason this discourse gets so heated in online spaces is that people get really angry about the idea of, like, "well what if someone calls themself a lesbian to infiltrate lesbian spaces!!!" which. i mean a lot of that fearmongering is rooted in transphobia quite honestly, but. at the end of the day, if someone is identifying themself as a lesbian, i'm going to assume that they have a good personal reason for doing so, and what matters to me will be knowing that we share a political struggle. i trust that if i encounter someone who's just trolling and "pretending" to be a lesbian or whatever i'll be able to recognize it and just....choose not to interact with that person. but honestly i don't even really think that actually happens--like i said, i think a lot of the fear that drives people to try and create strict definitional boundaries around the term "lesbian" is rooted in transphobia.

and i think something else driving a lot of this online discourse surrounding queer labels is like....this emphasis on identity labels as primarily a personal identifier rather than identity labels as primarily a community-building tool. like, there seems to be an emphasis particularly in online spaces + amongst certain groups of queer people to really want to micromanage identity + create specific rules + definition for each label so that, like, you're getting as much personal information as possible about someone who tells you that label, because you know they're following these detailed rules. but like. a) you truly are not entitled to personal information about anyone's individual experience of gender and/or sexuality and b) that's not the point of these labels!!!!! like i promise you it is so much more important to just accept that these are umbrella terms with nebulous boundaries so that you can take a step back and evaluate the social context in which they're being used in order to then build community. it is okay if there aren't strict rules and definitions! what matters more is being able to look at a specific contexts + the way a broad term can be applied differently in those specific contexts.

anyway. last thing i will say to this whole point is that i personally am someone who identifies to a certain extent with terms like boy lesbian or boydyke, in that my own sense of gender is much more centered around dyke than it is womanhood and i don't necessarily experience lesbianism as something centered around women/womanhood. my lesbianism feels more closely tied to gendernonconformity, genderqueerness, and overlaps a lot with experiences i've heard transmasculine people speak about. but lesbianism is still central to my identity, as i am politically positioned in society as a lesbian and it is the best umbrella term to give people a sense of my identity at a glance, and thus generally the best term for me to position myself within queer spaces + to seek out community. so i understand on a personal level why people might identify as a 'boy lesbian,' and hopefully from this personal anecdote you can understand why someone might too! if u have any questions or anything feel free to shoot me another message; i'm trying to cover a lot of ground in this response so i didn't fully expand on like. every single point bc that would have taken forever lol

[padfootastic]

I am thinking about tall mean intimidating lesbian power couple prongsfoot. Sirius is tall and gorgeous and steps on men’s throats for breakfast.

omg hi! this...this is new and im endlessly fascinated.

prongsfoot is SUCH a power couple in any universe, and this is no different. they're far above everyone's leagues and they know it.

(i said, ages ago, that the only fc for sirius i can really get behind these days is like. bella hadid and this is it. this is the moment that opinion has been waiting for)

but just imagining like, this super competent, extremely gorgeous sirius with sleek black hair, dressed in a pantsuit (you know that style where u just wear the blazer, and it dips into the most enticing cleavage gap? that) with the highest stilletos known to man. a red lipstick girlie. just casually navigating the world looking fab. can cut a man down with a stare, no words needed. high profile lawyer vibes ykwim?

and then!!! her buff, butch girlfriend jamie <3 an undercut with curls piled on top, piercings going up one ear, a nose ring. arms built like a deadly weapon, always shown off in muscle tanks. thiccc thighs with a little belly that sirius loves pressing kisses onto!!!! she calls sirius darling and my love and always buys flowers for her so she can make flower crowns and other accessories because s looks ethereal in them. its a gift to both of them, really.

jamie loves swinging sirius around, throwing her over her shoulder, carrying her bridal style, piggyback rides etc etc. prefers being the little spoon tho bc feeling of safety sirius gives off is unmatched. absolutely no one else would agree with her but having s is like ur own overprotective hound bc one wrong look towards jamie and sirius is ready to throw hands. no one touches whats hers, and certainly no one dares to upset jamie.

jamie wakes sirius up with breakfast in bed every day. at exactly 1:25pm every day, sirius takes a long break and carries lunch for both herself and jamie bc she knows her gf gets so caught up in work she'll forget to eat. at 5:55pm, jamie shuts the shop down and walks over to sirius' office because now she's the one working overtime for 'just one more file, baby, that's it!' and she'll go on til the next day if u dont put a stop to it. at 8pm, both of them come together in the kitchen to talk about their day and make dinner together, drinking a glass of wine and playing soft songs (with the occasional one direction) in the background, so in love its almost nauseating.

[firebuug]

indirectly not really tagged by(stolen from) @scp-168 because i'm cracyyyy (want to type and ramble)

3 ships:

damian already went off about abc but i need more abel and hokma. you guys talk about old man yaoi but WHEREEEE is the old man x old man yaoi. your coworker aged you 40 years and then he remanifests in his office as a manifestation of his flaws and his trauma and he's old as balls too. tell me you arent all over his ass. also can we have a old woman yuri carmen.

literally all of the ships i've been going crazy over have literally just been oc ships but also i need everyone to know that even if i don't play it anymore gregor x rodya will forever be the bisexual fail ship of all time. they both get no pussy. they beat each other up daily. gregor is used as a headrest and is also boob height. what's more to love? but also gregor and meursault? there's no chemistry here whatsoever other than they were both done dirty by their society and also have a ridiculous height difference. i feel like gregor talks and says shit and meursault takes it too seriosuly or doesnt get it and they both sit in silence for the next 30 mins. i hate them

none of this matters (holds up my oc polycule that consists of a giant centipede a wriggling neurotic mass of wires a giant bird dinosaur beast and the occasional cockroach that needs some love and forces you to like them) (holds up my queerplatonic autistic distortion sex explosion that commits The Pianist 2 and kills thousands and forces you to like them) (holds up my giant centipede kissing the bug from limbus company and forces you to like them) (holds up my bisexual telephone who hates men but wishes the living cymbal piano man and knight butch would kiss her so bad)

First ever ship: ugh i wish i knew, i'm pretty sure it has had to be an oc ship of some kind, but that probably doesn't count since that's just playing with dolls, so my money is on some stupid hetalia shit (i refuse to actually speak the name of the ship but like. it was one of the most popular mlm ships in the fandom so fuckin. guess). although the first ship i actually started making content and reading fic for instead of just looking at pictures of (i have no idea if hetalia came before this or not) is skarso from tos sob

Last song: im currenlty listening to music lel...im listening to Paranoiac Intervals/Body Dysmorphia by of Montreal one of the songs of all time nglll

Last Movie: Probably a movie i watched at my schools entertainment club, which was..across the spiderverse (it was really good but the ending was kinda disappointing)

Currently reading: I need to start reading again but I keep getting distracted by art and the Evil Devices, but I'm working on continuing Villain VS Villain by Rosalind B. Sterling and recently bought Chainsaw Man Buddy Stories and the first book of part 1 that i'm waiting to get brainrot again to read

Currently watching: i need to finish catching up on major adventure time episodes so i can watch fionna and cake and not be confused. also want to finish steven universe sometime...also need to finish watching madoka w my friends....

Currently consuming: also wateh

Currently craving: watermelon (we only have it when im not craving it like a dehydrated man in the desert)

[fuglyjeans]

1-35 faggot

Yay ❤️thanks fag ❤️

1. are you beating the uhaul allegations?

I moved across the country to live with my gf after 2 years long distance. So, kinda? We only visited each other I think 6 times before the move. Idk if that's fast or not

2. Do you identify as butch, femme, masc, and/or gnc?

I've been considering the label femme. I find a lot of joy through playing with makeup and fashion, and my style is very girly.

3. How did you realize you were Sapphic?

When I was a teen I always in the back of my head kind of thought yeah I'd do a girl. But that's cause of my sin nature! Then during college I fell in love with my best friend(thats u 42069gay), lost my faith... then tried to date some men but every interaction made me want to rip my eyeballs out. I started to ID as a lesbian after a date with this guy that went really well, but I just felt so uncomfortable thinking about becoming his girlfriend. We hugged goodbye and I felt so scared of the idea of him kissing me. I cried all the way home on the train... and that's when I knew in my bones. i was lesbo

4. Who is/was your most intense Sapphic crush?

My gf! :3

5. Do you consider yourself a dyke?

Umm ig that depends how you mean it, I'm not sure if that's a label I'm allowed to use tbh. I'm a lesbian. I'm not masc, but I rise and put my right hand over my heart when anyone mentions dykes supporting fags.

6. Are you good at picking up when people are flirting with you, or do you tend to be more oblivious?

I can definitely tell, but my anxiety causes me to second-guess it.

7. Have you ever crushed on a straight girl?

There was this girl I went to church with during my college years, who started making out with me whenever we got drunk. (That shit kind of hurt 😕)

8. What's your relationship status? Are you happy about it?

I'm in a long-term relationship 💕 Our 4 year anniversary is next week, and I'm very happy.

9. Do you have a "type"? If so, what is it?

I've always been most attracted to women who are very feminine, but have some kind of odd or punk edge. women with bangs energy I guess. Brittany Murphy, Bjork, Lady Gaga, SZA, Kathleen Hanna. etc

10. Did you do anything gay as a kid that makes sense when you look back on your childhood?

There was this time in middle school when I was sleeping over at my friend's house. we were lying side-by-side in her bed, tracing circles on each other's backs and I got super turned on. She kind of prepositioned me in a joking way and I flipped out, but for years afterwards I wished I had reacted differently and fantasized about how that night could have gone. I have no idea how I didn't realize this was very gay

11. What are some good Sapphic songs/music artists?

Chappell Roan is my fave. Bikini Kill, Lady Gaga and Hayley Kiyoko r also very special to me. Also check out suspected lesbian Connie Converse she's so cool. Here's 3 random wlw songs I love too: -> Kissing Lessons by Lucy Dacus -> Don't Try Suicide by Team Dresch -> Pynk by Janelle Monae

12. Good Sapphic books/poems/authors?

I'm the worst for this bc I don't read enough :( but: -> The Color Purple by Alice Walker ->The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall ->My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness by Kabi Nagata

13. Good Sapphic movies/shows?

-> Revolutionary Girl Utena -> Portrait of a Lady On Fire -> But I'm a Cheerleader -> Heavenly Creatures -> Jennifer's Body -> Steven Universe sorryyy

14. List five things you look for in a partner or five things you love about your current partner.

1. Her honesty. Our biggest strength is communication 2. Her creativity and excellent taste in all kinds of art. She reminds me not to worry about the things I can't control!! Which I really need. Repeatedly 3. She doesn't believe in cringe; she's the most non-judgemental person I know. 4. When we get delusional and insane over the same character 🫶💕

15. Are you the gay cousin?

Yes lmao and the gay sister and the gay aunt.

16. Do you consider being Sapphic a big part of your identity?

Yes very much so!

17. How many people have you dated? Talk about them if you want!

Like 2. I have really bad social anxiety and was a totally weird late bloomer. I went on a few different dates but only *dated* one person before I met my s/o. It was super awkward, she was sweet but we were both very inexperienced and shy and I guess there just wasn't enough chemistry. we kind of hung out for 6 months, never kissed or made anything official, then I moved out of state and we ghosted each other... v awkward time but I do have some fun memories

18. Thoughts on e-dating or long distance? Have you ever done it? How did it go?

I totally support it. I think anonymity is what some of us need to allow ourselves to be vulnerable... I met my partner on tumblr, it was the only place I felt safe being my whole cringey self at the time. I always used to think it was weird to date someone you've never met, but once I found her I said what the hell, I have nothing to lose. Luckily it went well!! It's unconventional, but so is everything about my life.

19. describe your fashion sense. do you "dress gayly"?

I would say no, most people assume I'm straight. I have a somewhat basic wardrobe... My fashion sense is much campier and more colorful than my wallet allows.

20. do you consider yourself to be a good kisser?

I have no idea. I try my best

21. are you generally "out" to people?

Most of the time I try to be. I'm not out at work, because the vibe there is rather conservative (like, Bible tracts on the wall) so I don't feel safe just telling anyone.

22. how do you feel about valentine's day?

I like it a lot more, now that I'm no longer an adult virgin :)

23. do you like being referred to with masculine adjectives, feminine adjectives, both, or neither?

She/her I'm very cis

24. thoughts on marriage?

I like the idea of having a ceremony, but I don't know if I'd want to be legally married. I would need to read up on the ramifications of that a bit more.

25. have you ever gone to a pride parade?

yes! I marched in my hometown once, and I went to Boston Pride in 2019. I haven't been to any since but I mean to

26. do you read yuri manga?

nope

27. do you fit any sapphic stereotypes / other stereotypes related to your identity?

I have short fingernails and too many cats

28. what's a canon sapphic ship you enjoy?

Petra Solano x Jane Ramos, from Jane The Virgin. It wasn't the best written imo, BUT I'm just a huge Petra fan, and I was so happy to see her find gay love.

29. how about a non-canon sapphic ship?

Hinata Hyuga x Sakura Haruno from Naruto. I will die on this hill. They would be so soft and encouraging for each other. I used to be so fucking invested in this, it was all I would ever draw in my sketchbooks

30. who's your favorite sapphic character?

Anthy Himemiya. She's just. a kaleidoscope of trauma and love and bitterness. also, this isn't canon but I truly truly see Bev Keane from Midnight Mass as a lesbian. She just reminds me too much of myself when I was younger and I feel for her and I love her lots

31. LEAST favorite sapphic character?

Molly Bolt from Rubyfruit Jungle. I guess she's not that bad, but I just fucking hated this book

32. tell a funny story about something really gay you've done.

convinced myself I was in a queerplatonic relationship so that I wouldn't have to confront the fact I wasn't straight

33. do you get crushes/fall in love easily?

not really, I've only had a small handful of those experiences

34. who's a sapphic person you look up to? they can be someone in your life, a historical figure, a celebrity, etc!

Lady Gaga. She's so smart and so weird and so HERSELF. even when I disagree with something she does/says, I appreciate her sincerity and her gumption.

35. if you could tell your younger sapphic self anything, what would it be?

Girl you are allowed to trust your gut. Your feelings are holy, don't hold yourself hostage. If there is a God, and if he really is loving, he wouldn't want that for you.

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Greg part 3

Sunday was a glorious day. After breakfast I went for a walk. When I came back I checked my phone. I saw a message from Ron.

《Hi Greg, thanks for an amazing evening yesterday! You feel like coming over to my place after lunch? I am on my own. ;-)》

I showed it to my dad and asked him if he was ok with it.

"Go for it, son. Ron is a really nice guy."

That was the great thing about my sexual relationship with my dad, we were happy for eachother to have sex with other men.

《Hi Ron, around 14:00 at your place. Can't wait to cu.》

《If I could I would be hard for you ;-)》

《I am hard4u》

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I rang the doorbell to his apartment a few minutes before two. Ron opened. He was wearing a tanktop and jeans. Bare feet.

"Great to see you again! We gave eachother a quick kiss. You want tea or coffee or something else? Ron asked.

"Were you surprised to see my message?"

"Yes and no. I was hoping for it. I was thinking last night...does he feel the same connection? "

"Well, I did. The minute our eyes locked I knew I wanted to get to know you better. And when your cock was inside me my heart opened up for you. But because Chris and I are identical twins I am never sure. Does he like me more than my brother I thought?”

“It is the first time I actually met identical twins. It was out of this world to see you having sex with Chris. The two of you never dated with other guys?”

“Individually yes. But never together. As Chris mentioned yesterday we were to afraid to come out. If we would say we were friends no one would have believed it. We are too identical. And as you know not many approve of this kind of relationships. Even when it is consensual.”

Ron removed his tanktop. I did the same with my t-shirt.

"Thanks again for meeting us yesterday by the way. It was hard for me and Chris to take this step. But with you and your dad we felt free and open. You are both real studs. It was the hottest thing to see you and your dad kissing. I could see real love between you and him. And when your dad shot his cum in me after you did I thought I was dreaming. Next time we meet the four of us I want to watch your dad fucking you!"

"Wow that would be hot. By the way it was the first time we dated with other men. For the same reason you mentioned. It was amazing to see dad fucking you. The idea that he was using my cum as lubricant was so hot. And when our cum flowed from your hot ass I had to lick it.”

"Why don't you take of your pants as well" Ron asked after he removed his. He was only wearing his chastity cage.

"If your colleagues only knew..."

"Yeah, car mechanics can be quite butch and macho. But you see, that's what they think of me as well. Although I am more of an alpha male I guess. It is just that I wanted to experiment with chastity. And as I said yesterday I have discovered a whole new sexual dimension. Last night my orgasms were so deep. Deeper than any traditional orgasm. The urge to ejaculate is almost gone. I know it is hard to believe. I guess it is more like female orgasms."

"Don't you miss traditional orgasms?"

"Well if Chris was not using the njoy pure wand on me I guess I would miss it. But he milks me every week. Cleaning the pipes he calls it."

Then I put my hand on his chest. Moved it downwards. Following his treasure trail. I put my hand on his cage. Touched his balls. They were full and heavy.

"Well I hope you will unleash that monster for me one day." I grinned.

He smiled. Then he put his hand on my chest. Looked at me.

"Greg, I cannot wait to feel you inside me again. But I want to suck you first. "

He pulled my briefs down and started sucking me. We went to his bedroom. Kissed for a long time while looking into eachothers eyes. Hungry eyes. Ron was begging me to breed him.

"Like last night I want to be on my back while you fuck me. I want to look in your beautiful eyes when you cum."

Pulling his ass cheeks aside I looked at his pink rosebud. God, this was the most perfect puckered hole I had ever seen. I could have looked at it for hours. Just looking. I knew I wanted his in my photo collection of male holes. A project I called Innersanctum. When I reached it with the tip of my tongue, Ron immediately relaxed. Opened up for me. I started rimming his slightly hairy ass. Just the scent of Ron made me so horny. Pushing my tongue deeper. The taste of him made my head spin. I had discovered a new source of sexual energy. Each time I pushed my tongue deeper he squeezed my hands. When I finally was ready to fuck him it was as if Ron was sucking my cock inside.

I fucked him in slow motion, like dad had taught me. In his eyes I saw bliss. His muscular body completely surrendered. I could feel he gave himself to me. I could feel he was contracting his sphincter. He new how to play with my cock. Although he begged me to fuck him harder. I persisted fucking him in slow motion. It was driving him crazy. I could see it in his eyes. He was reaching a deep level of extacy. I slowed down further. Until I hardly moved. Then we started kissing again. Rons eyes were begging. When I was completely still, he put his hands to my face. Stroked my hair. And when I whispered in his ear I love you a warm flow of cum was released. I could feel the involuntary contractions of my cock inside him. Ron's treasure trail was flooded with his precum. I Iicked it. Like the first time when I tasted dad. It is so hard to describe when you feel such deep love for someone. When we were lying next to eachother I put my hand on his hand. Staring to the ceiling. I felt so happy.

"Ron, I cannot wait to feel you inside me."

"Yes, I want to cum inside you. Give you my semen. It is a long time since I fucked. The last time was my brother. The day we decided to put the chastity cage on me. It has been an amazing experience. But after I looked into your eyes yesterday I knew I wanted to fuck you. To touch you deep inside and to give you the most precious gift, my semen"

I put one hand on his cage. I saw precum glistening from his cockslit. His cock trying to break free. I could not wait to release it.

"I will will have a quick shower first. Then I will make some tea while you have a shower."

After I had a shower I did not bother to put my briefs on. Ron was wearing nothing but his cage. While drinking our tea Ron gave me a present. Wrapped in blue with a red ribbon.

"A present. For me, why?"

"Because you have unlocked my heart."

My cock was hardening after he said those words. When I opened the small box I saw a key on a piece of velvet.

"You unlocked my heart, now I want you to unlock my cock. So I can give you my love."

"I thought the key was in your brothers place?"

"Well it was, until this morning. I went to Chris and asked him to unlock me and explained I wanted to invite you for the afternoon. But he had a much better idea. To give the key to you as a present. And here it is."

"I love you, Ron. I feel honoured. To be the first man in a long time to receive your seed. And I cannot wait to see your cock! To worship it. To feel it. To taste it."

We went back to his bedroom. I put the key in the lock. It took some time to remove it entirely. Not in the least because his cock was trying to break free. But when it was free. I could not believe its sheer size. Its girth. Uncut, the foreskin already pulled back. Like a stallion ready to breed. Never before I had seen a cock this size. I told him.

"Well Greg, you and your dad cannot complain either!"

I knew his shaft had not been touched for more than a year. So I started to first lick his balls. Slowly my tongue went up his shaft. When the tip of my tongue reached his frenelum his cock twitched and I could hear Ron moan. I could have sucked him for hours. His cock was so hot. But I wanted to feel it. Deep inside me. Feel it pump its sperm in me. I tried to put my hand around his shaft. But it was too big. Its girth unbelievable. He told me the cage had to be custom made to fit it in. Then Ron asked me to be on all fours. His hands pulled my buttocks apart. For a while he just looked at my hole. Then I felt the tip of his tongue. Soft and hot. Circling my hole. And slowly pushing deeper. And then he started to fuck me with his tongue. His hand cupping my balls. In the mirror I could see his cock. Ready to breed me. Feeling the head of his cock pushing against my hole I fully relaxed and allowed him to enter my innersanctum. My sphincter was experienced but not used to this. The only thing I could do was breath, relax and let go. Loose control. Give myself to him. Submit. While he fucked me slowly he stroked his hand through my hair. His other hand caressed my back. And then it happened. When Ron ejaculated it was something I had never felt before. An amazing muscle spasm. A very strong involuntary contraction. Each time he shot his semen inside me I could feel it. These spasms lasted for more than a minute. It felt so hot. Literally. A warm glow filled my body. I felt one with him. After Ron finally relaxed I begged him to stay inside me.

We managed somehow while he was inside me to lie on our sides. It did not take long for him to get hard again. It was amazing to feel his cock grow inside of me. God this was otherworldly. Then he started riding me real slow. This time it took him a lot longer to inject me with his love. I was in a trance. If I had died there and then I would have been happy.

When he finally pulled out Ron asked me to breath deep and relax. After a minute or so I could feel I was releasing his cum. A river of semen. He started to lick his own cum. Then we kissed and for the first time I could taste him. Nectar from the gods. My god.

After I had a shower I lay next to him. We talked a bit about the previuous night with my dad and his twin brother. Just talking about it made me hard again. Then Ron put his hand on my cock and he said:

"Do you want to try my cage?"

I had never thought about chastity. And I was not sure if I wanted it. But deep inside I was so hot for Ron I would do anything for him. But could I trust him?

"I will come to your place next week. If you do not like it I will unlock you. But I think you will like it. Your ass will become your focus. It will be your only sex organ. It is really interesting to feel the difference. "

I looked at him. His beautiful hairy chest. His treasure trail, now leading to his flaccid cock. Somehow flaccid cocks really excite me. Especially when they are fat like his. I was in love. And ready to do anything to please him. Ready to submit.

End of part 3.

[absolutebl]

HAPPY 2022!

Here’s My 10 Most Anticipated 2022 Thai BLs 

Between Us - delayed from 2020, adaptation of spin off novel (Hemp Rope; source The Red Thread --> Until We Meet Again), from Studio Wabi Sabi featuring one of their most popular (and commercially viable) pairs, this has plenty of funding and distribution (WeTV) with established (if inconsistent) BL director New (who did UWMA). Hemp Rope tells WinTeam’s romance from the start, so we might get some recon reboot action (like LBC2). I expect this to be slightly higher heat than what we get from GMMTV. 

Enchanté - delayed from 2021. Secret admirer romance with a touch of Cyrano de Bergerac and dose of Boys Over Flowers from GMMTV. Completed filming and will air in first quarter 2022, stars Book (Friend Forever) opposite new face, with side dishes Fluke Gawin (Mork in Dark Blue Kiss) and Fluke Pusit (Way in The Shipper). Theo returns from France and starts a written flirtation inside a library book (!) at his new uni with the mysterious Enchante. His best friend Ak hunts for Enchante’s real identity, and 4 senior boys step forward - all intersted in dating Theo. Ak might also be in the running. New framework for Thai BL (although not for yaoi) and I’m intrigued. 

Dear Doctor - adapted from a y-novel by HUNGRYBIRD Dear Doctor, I'm Coming For Soul. Wabi Sabi picked up this defunked project and is apparently bringing it back for iQIYI starring Grey Rainbow couple Nut & Karn who are great together and certainly mature and capable leads. A romance between a doctor trying to save his patients and the Grim Reaper, who is both his enemy and lover. It looks like there is also a side couple at the hospital. The gay Doom at Your Service? I LOVE THIS PREMISE!!! 

Vise Versa - GMMTV’s adaptation of a JittiRain y-novel (2gether author), alt reality, bodyswap, soulmates AKA fated mates. Stars Jimmy (Wai from Bad Buddy) + a fresh face. Looks very good, a timeslip alt reality sort of thing. I’m super pleased to see Jimmy get a lead. Also I think one of the characters might be butch (intentionally or not). Which would be a first for GMMTV. 

KinnPorsche - delayed from 2021, book adaptation, mafia/bodyguard romance, lots of production issues (which is why it’s not higher on this list). The titular characters are played by actors new to BL - intentionally; sides include Jeff (of Ingredients) , Tong (TharnType & Second Chance), and Perth (My Engineer). It’s a BIG cast. Mafia kid, Kinn, is assaulted and flees into the arms of student Porsche. Porsche helps Kinn escape and Kinn blackmails him into becoming his bodyguard. Likely to be higher heat. 

The Eclipse - GMMTV bringing us tons of tropes: sinister boarding school, haze the one you love, good boy/bad boy, suspense & horror elements, self acceptance themes, a curse, AND enemies to lovers. Stars First from The Shipper and Khaotung from Tonhon Chonlatee, side dish pairing from FUTS NeoLouis, and Pawin from My Gear and Your Gown. To me this looks like Blacklist meets Great Men Academy but doomy. I really like this pairing and I think they can handle the content. 

Cutie Pie - arranged marriage, age gap, secret identity, cohabitation, rich kid problems, plus he’s in engineering. Stars Zee (Why R U?) as the seme and the uke actor is unknown but looks good, also has MaxNat (Why R U? & Y-Destiny & Close Friend). The sons of two companies are engaged to each other. One doesn’t want an arranged marriage while the other wants to win him over. I happen to adore an arranged marriage trope and I’ve yet to see it in gay romance let alone BL, so I’m intrigued. 

Never Let Me Go - mafia, attack dog (whipping boy + bodyguard), love triangle, obsession, suspense from GMMTV with Jojo of 3 Will Be Free directing, so we know the action parts should be good. I think this is GMMTV’s answer to KinnPorsche but it looks a lot more like Golden Blood. Either way I love a bodyguard romance and PondPhuwin (leads in Fish Upon the Sky) are a good pair I’d like to see get a better series. Also has Aun (Folk from My Gear) and Chimon (My Dear Loser). Feels a little classic yaoi with almost Japanese elements and I’m delighted by the cast. 

Coffee Melody - Cafe set BL starring Pavel (my love) as a barista (2moons2) and Benz as a singer (Call it What You Want) and they look good together but I am worried about the support cast and the plot. Still, it’s Pavel! 

My Only 12% - Studio Wabi Sabi’s y-novel adaptation (author Afterday who also wrote the novel behind Bad Buddy) starring SantaEarth (7 Project) The plot looks a little dull and sad which is why this is at the bottom of this list, but I ADORE Santa & Earth’s chemistry on screen and Wabi Sabi has knocked worse than this out of the park, so fingers crossed 

I don’t necessarily think these are going to be the ones I like the most but these are the ones, from Thailand, that I think are going to be the most interesting (or are staring some of my favorite actors, and I’m just happy to see them back). 

Which ones are you most excited about? 

(source)

[wlwvintage]

Who am I?

Time to address a few things as these are questions I am asked on the regular such as who am I, why I create the blog and so on. 

1. I am a cis gender female in her 20′s (even though I get comments that I write like I am older - not sure if this is a compliment or not!). For the point of labels I say I am bisexual but there is still a rather big question mark there including my sexual attraction towards men but I am in no rush to figure that out.

2. I live by the countryside up in Northern England. Currently living with my parents but I often couch surf at friends houses. Living the spontaneous lifestyle.

3. Study wise, for the longest time I had an interest in being a nurse but after struggling with my own health for years on end this doesn’t seem like a possibility right now. My other options include Animal Care and perhaps pursuing in the Arts. To summarise, I am still very much figuring it out.

4. My first lesbian experience was when I was around 10 years old. One of my girl friends would come over and we would practise kissing for boys sake but really it was just little me’s way of finding out she liked women.

5. No matter who you are; gender, sexuality, age, nationality - you are welcome here. I intend this to be a safe place and no such things as bullying will be tolerated.

6. My reasoning for creating the blog. As mentioned above, I have struggled with my health for some time. Here I am referring to my mental health and one day I was having a really hard time with my sexuality and decided I would create the content I wanted to see with a few personal posts here and there, as after all I am here to get to know you and hear your stories/give any advice I can. 

Note: any advice I give is from my own experience. What works for me, may not work for you.

7. As much as I hate to admit it, some posts may not be 100% accurate, whilst I do my research and put faith into it. Not all of my posts may be of actual bisexual/lesbian women, just theories.

8.  I feel the need to mention that I wouldn’t say I am the most feminine woman or the most butch either. Although some days I feel more femme and other days more butch. My taste changes regularly and I like it this way.

9. Whether or not I am single, the answer would be ‘‘very much single’’, though this is under no means a dating blog, I am flattered by those of you who have paid attention. I try to make my posts as interesting and engaging as I can.

10. No matter who you are, gender, age, nationality - you are welcome here and my DM’s/ask box are always open. I intend this to be a safe place and no such things as bullying will be tolerated. Happy Tumblring!

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I posted 7,257 times in 2022

That's 3,490 more posts than 2021!

376 posts created (5%)

6,881 posts reblogged (95%)

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@goldxnfemme

@daddyisatitlenotagender

@lunarlesbianlove

I tagged 3,589 of my posts in 2022

#i’m talking - 285 posts

#bodies like mine - 121 posts

#art - 73 posts

#not a want but a need - 72 posts

#ask - 52 posts

#anon - 43 posts

#oh my god - 43 posts

#my mutuals are hot as fuck - 41 posts

#👀👀👀 - 41 posts

#butches are a blessing - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and you sit there thinking how can a person be an alien? and they say ‘it’s just what they’re called’ as if that’s a valid reason for snythi (i reach the character limit on tags daily so this really was just randomly selected huh?)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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575 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#4

Fun earrings femme 4 fun boxers butch

men and terfs dni

753 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#3

calling a butch/stud handsome and watching them absolutely melt bc you’ve just affirmed their entire identity with a single word >>>>> anything else

939 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#2

Shoutout to disabled femmes. I love us.

1,074 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nobody is giving me little kisses all over my face but I’m being so brave about it ☹️

1,227 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

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