#femme character

[stardust-sprinkler]

“Bad boy who’s always good to his girl—”

Is very much how I view Touya in like a College!AU.

* Like he either despises or is apathetic to almost everything. 99.9% of people aren’t worth his time, existing power structures are corrupt and can suck his d!ck, society as a whole is the fucking worst.

* But to you? Devoted. Unashamedly. Just fully ready to flip someone the bird and walk away mid-sentence just because you finally showed up to the party.

* And like who’s gonna be stupid enough to make fun of how head over heels he is for you? Of Todoroki Touya?? Do they have a death wish??

* And we all know Touya has definitely started fights over you—he’s stepping back into the dorm lobby after a smoke break and some dude’s making you uncomfortable while you’re trying to fucking study… Our man is throwing punches first and asking questions second. Must’ve been a freshman, because pretty much everyone on campus knows who you belong to. 🤷🏼

* Touya definitely has your name somewhere in his sprawling tattoos and never fucking dreamed of getting a second helmet for his motorcycle until he met you.

* When he did meet you at a party, he knew within the hour that you were gonna be his. Never before in his life has he had trouble making up his mind, wasn’t gonna start now. Before you left with your friends, he’d told you to be ready for him to pick you up tomorrow night.

* Now, you’ve been dating for a while and he has no qualms about doting on you in public. He’s still stoic and expressionless as hell, but he’ll run his hand through your hair while you’re sitting at the coffee bar or press a soft kiss to your temple when you’re posted up in a corner of the library.

* Someone who had a bone to pick with him was stupid enough to crack a joke about how whipped he must be to act like this just for some pūssy… Touya came back 10 minutes later, courteously using his white shirt to wipe his bloody knuckles clean so he could go back to tracing patterns on your skin with the hand slung over your shoulder.

* As for a stunt that mysteriously never got pinned on anyone— There was one time, you were freaking out about an exam with a huge class % that you somehow forgot to study for. Well, it seems odd that the sprinkler system went off for the whole building for no discernible reason… You never asked him about it, just wrapped your arms around his waist that evening and whispered a quiet “Thank you” into his chest. His response was a noncommittal grunt and a tight squeeze before he pulled you into his room and locked the door for the night.

* He’s always painted his nails blue or black, but now he lets you choose the color and do it for him, while he’s just leaning over the cafeteria table and flipping through a text book.

* At some point, you have a few more drinks than usual at a party and when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, you try to push him away, saying, “I already have a boyfriend, asshole—” before realizing it’s him and it’s the first time you ever hear him laugh laugh. Fast forward to when you’re back at your dorm, he’s going down on you for a whole hour. You thought that, after one o, he was gonna be done—but when you pushed him back a little to change positions, he swatted your hand away and growled that he wasn’t done eating yet. You’d just been such a good girl for him, knowing who you belonged to. You deserved a reward, of course.

* This man’s always touching you in some capacity—holding your hand, slinging his arm around your waist or over your shoulders, pulling you into his lap every chance he gets.

* You have a surplus of little gifts he gets you just because—knows you like crystals so he’ll just procure one from his pocket once in a while on a day when you’re really stressed. Not that you’ve ever asked him for one, or for the snacks he brings over when you’re finally done with your midterms. Even specialty items. Say you’re into something like dragons or (ironically) certain anime characters. Well, occasionally you’ll find tiny figurines or charm bracelets with them on it, just mysteriously left in your room. Eventually you have little collections and the corner of his lip twitches upward watching you fawn over each new gift (and then over him next).

* Any gallery installation or stage performance or capstone project or thesis defense— This man is sitting silently in the rows, wearing the proudest (albeit very small) smile the whole time.

* In turn, being someone who didn’t get enough attention/affection at home—when you get him something for no reason, or pull him tight to your side during movie night, or card your fingers through his hair with his head on your lap, or embarrassingly whoop and holler just because he got some kind of good news… You can see this man just melt for you. No one else would catch it, but his eyes soften and he huffs out a small sigh that even you can barely hear.

* Even worse, when he’s sure you’re too busy furiously thumbing through a stack of books for a research paper or too wrapped up scouring your annotated essay for errors to notice… he just basks in you. Looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars in the sky. So, you’re always caught off guard when he suddenly swings you over to straddle his lap and buries his face in your neck and stays there. You’re laughing and squirming, trying to get back to—something really important, babe—but he won’t let up and you inevitably have to just let him press languid kisses (and leave a hickey or two) along your collarbone until he’s satisfied. And THEN you can go back to what you were doing. (You make sure never to tell him it helps calm and refocus you. Lose your ability to fake complain about it? Not a chance.)

* He loves it when you play with his earrings or necklaces or rings when you’re curled up on the couch, just chatting. Makes his chest tight for some reason. Feels good. As for you, you love feeling his snakebites and tongue piercing when you kiss him—your brain short-circuits for a second everytime.

* Long story long, the resident bad boy on campus is smitten with you… And the rest of the world can go fuck itself.

(I have so many more College!Touya hcs—lemme know if y’all want some!)

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec:  Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire

“Oh God,” Aziraphale said to the empty bookshop, pouring himself another drink, “Oh, Lord, tell me, if we had been humans together, with short lifespans and squishy bits and all that.” Aziraphale interrupted himself by hiccupping. “Would we have fallen in love? Are you listening lord? If you hear me, give me a sign, please, I beg you.” Unfortunately, or fortunately--one can never really say in such ineffable circumstances--the almighty was, indeed, listening.

Length: 31,198 Words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Canon AU, Human AU, One Sitting

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by Princip1914

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*Minor Spoilers* For many personal reasons I haven't been reading many fics lately that haven't been rereads or WIPS. Not enough space in my head the last couple weeks. But I came back to the world of Good Omens fic with this one. It instantly reminded me of the vastness of these characters and how big their love story is.

I don't want to give all this story's secrets away, but let's set the scene anyway. We start this story after the failed Apocalypse, Aziraphale is scared to admit his feelings for Crowley and feels that the only reason Crowley cares for him is simply because they just happened to get stuck with each other. He worries that he's the Wilson to Crowley's Tom Hanks, and how could Crowley possibly love him? The rest of the story sets out to prove him wrong.

What follows is an incredibly creative and well written montage of sorts, of different lives Crowley and Aziraphale might have lived. The stories are so rich and satisfying even with shorter lengths. There are two main lives we follow, both set in America, and they outstanding. Both are grounded and engaging, the sex especially feels so real. Awkward discussions and all. These stories have such a charisma to them that really just glued me to my screen. Then it goes above and beyond with it's really unique take on what love between the non human versions of them are capable of.

The one thing I will say in preparation, is you will need to pay attention because it will shift on you. It caught me off guard at first. It's not hard to follow along, but I was at work for some of my reading and I did have to go, "wait what?" once while my attention wasn't tuned 100% in. And I think it'd be best to read this in one sitting. Just to get the full effect of the thing. I loved this. I love how it excited me for this pairing, what it says about the characters and it's characterizations, the variety, the subtle humor, the creativity, I loved the whole thing! It's refreshing! You'll be mostly fine in public for this since the explicit scenes are spread out, but really I do recommend that you binge read this at home!

Read it here, fic by Princip1914

[cherryfull]

Tilly and Harlow artdump since Tiktok liked them so much!! 🎃🦇

[nightmareevara]

Being called "my girl" hits different

[bebs-art-gallery]

𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚

© lightbeyondtheframe

[souphamsters]

I've been hopelessly fixated on drawing one (1) sweetheart butchfemme couple ... they're all I think abt ... HELP !!!

(silly lesbian ocs that I love , chae🍓and lucky🍋!!!)

[sunkenbeast]

I really liked when I had this idea, and then I was crying because the butch's face reminded my ex's, so I started hating it...

Anyways, I hope someone can get happiness out of my suffering!

[raunchy-dooni]

sleeping after a workout ...

new drawing! i like the mood in this one

[hvmator]

andy & elodie

[k-wame]

FEMME (2023) | dir(s). Sam H. Freeman, Ng Choon Ping

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: take me as your wife

You reached for my glass to pour me some wine, and in doing so, brushed my hand for a half-second with your ring finger. Only, it was not the back of my palm that you brushed, but my sloping knuckles; this is when I knew that it was the cut of my jaw you really wanted to touch, that you had chosen to indicate you wanted it with the finger used by many to display the glinting vow of marriage. You poured, and I watched, and the tranquil waters of your eyes stilled their rippling before me, and you were swiftly and silently taking me as your wife. At long last and yet far too soon, only for tonight and yet once and for all, in a century which was at once so impatiently modern and so soothingly traditional. Or: In the 1750s, Crowley stumbles upon Aziraphale at a country inn, away from the hustle and bustle and the prying eyes of London town. The most romantic of afternoons ensues.

Length: 1,931 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: At Home, After Dark, Romance

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy

*Minor Spoilers* So I knew Sam was writing a fic for my birthday, but I didn't expect to end up sobbing once I had read it. I couldn't compose myself for an embarrassingly long time afterward. I am so touched and grateful for this new friendship, and I felt a little overwhelmed by the love and quality of this piece.

Please, before you read this, set the stage with the recording I prompted for this fic. It's a piece by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, read by Michael Sheen, reminiscing about a past meeting. Sam took this prompt and soared. It perfectly captures the atmosphere, the longing, the desire, and the intimacy of the reading.

We join Crowley as she (can be read as either male or female presenting Crowley, but I'll use she/her pronouns here) recounts a night spent at an inn with Aziraphale. To me, it feels as though I am reading a letter or diary entry by Crowley, as she speaks directly to Aziraphale, telling him her thoughts and desires. Her longing is so intense that she imagines herself as part of every morsel he consumes, envisioning it’s her body he’s touching, not merely the napkins; it's her thighs he’s parting, not just a soft loaf of bread. Crowley (like with the ox ribs) finds her desire in watching Aziraphale’s indulgent consumption, her need for release growing unbearable and distracting. But this is not just Crowley being turned on by innocent actions. She is reacting to Aziraphale’s intentional signals. It is an unspoken conversation, a promise of what’s to come. He tells her with the barest of touches, and slightest subtext, that she is his. Finally, when she assumes that the night will soon be over, she is instead handed a key. "A key to a room downstairs." Barriers and doors unlocked, they will consummate their unspoken vow to each other. Their need and devotion temporarily greater than the threat of Heaven, Hell, or God herself.

This story is not only erotic but gorgeous. One of my favorite qualities of Sam's writing is how he gives us languorous poetry then snaps back into unabashed smut, like a kiss that suddenly bites. This is vivid imagery and prose, yet still has a dreamy haze to it. Like a romanticized version of Crowley's memory. A friend described it to me as a hot summer’s night, the smell of grass and rain, a restless yearning. It’s a memory that craves. Longing for the moment they will reunite. And of course they will, they’ll always belong to one other. I love this story so much. And sure, I may be very biased because I love Sam. But I truly and genuinely believe in this story. And because it's my birthday fic you all should read this. Birthday girl rules sorry. Thank you Sam, you are such a talented writer, and a wonderful person. I'm so honored to receive this gift.

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy

[spinaholi]

the way kristen 2 is just british male-gaze kristen

[potato-lord-but-not]

More pride stickers!! go crazy agh !!!

[bebs-art-gallery]

© Breed My Darkness

[snipdoodle]

I drew this high last night after coming home from a Halloween party dressed in my cat girl costume with my skirt on and I felt awesome and lgBT and danced around listening to boneyard by underscores

[finniescastle]