#they just watch?

[packedandstrapped]

Trying to find that one text post about a butch4femme couple flirting with a baby butch and the femme suckin off the bby butch’s orange strap b4 they all go inside 😭 i remember it on your blog but tumblrs search wants to kill me specifically

Is this it? This scenario has taken up a lot of real estate in my brain lately.

Kinda want to invite a shy, inexperienced butch over and hang out on the patio talking about cars and boots, dogs and woodworking. Maybe throw a ball back and forth. Let my wife flirt with them all evening with her tits pouring out of a tight top. Watch their butch hand move over their denim clad cock to cover up how hard they get when she touches their shoulder and offers a glass of cold lemonade. Baby butch eyes staring as I smack and grab her ass as she heads back in the house.

"You want her to take care of that? She's really good.” I'll ask after a few torturous hours of expert level teasing from my wife. I look directly down at the bulge they can't keep their hands off so they know exactly what I'm talking about. There a long pause but I’m not uncomfortable with silence. I like seeing them squirm a bit. Before they can finishing squeaking out “uh are you suuurrreeeee?" l've let out a quick whistle to give my wife the signal she's been straining to hear all night.

She struts back out like a woman on a mission, lust reflected in the darkness of her eyes and looks over to me with a wink. She confidently kneels between our friend's thighs and slowly pushes her hands up their thighs, fingers meeting at the zipper. This is maybe my favorite part. Disbelief in the hooded eyes of a weak butch with a femme on her knees. My wife dips her hand into their now unzipped jeans and pulls out a thick, veiny, bright orange cock and immediate devours it. I watch that gorgeous head of dark hair bobbing up and down on a slick construction cone of a dick. She stops and laughs a little. “why do all dykes love orange?” then traces the head across her upper and then her bottom lip.

My own dick twitches at the sight of this but I’m a grown ass butch that can keep it together so I just continue to watch from a few feet away.

They continue. I start to hear little grunts, gasps of air, keys on a belt loop jangling, long labored breaths, and even an “oh god.” The butch looks over to me almost looking for approval. I don’t know what exactly they’re asking for, but I give my approval. Have your way, you harmless little thing. The butch takes one hand and laces it between thick chunks of my wife’s silky hair, grabbing onto her scalp. The other hand under her chin, holding her still. And I watch as they replace her movements with their rotating hips. Slowly fucking her mouth as they please. As if they’ve been picturing this for hours. I watch as their head falls back against the wicker patio furniture. They quicken the movement of their hips, raising their ass up to take as much as they can. Over and over. My wife shoots me a quick smile despite a cock in her mouth. I know she loves this. This might be her favorite moment. I watch this mesmerizing show for just the right amount of time and then I see it coming. Sweaty butch forehead and neck, hips and thighs finally crashing down to a stop, abs tightening over and over beneath a thin black tshirt, legs shaking, and an arm flung back to grab on to something, anything for dear life. My wife works her come-down magic, slowly milking out every spasm and groan. Lips dragging up the bright orange shaft, her eyes never leaving the butch’s face, wanting to drink in every ounce of the god complex she so rightfully earned.

I give my own dick a firm rub over my jeans and I don’t give the butch more than twenty seconds to recover before I help my lady up off her knees. I hold her hand, leading her inside and yell over my shoulder “Come on in. Now you can watch me fuck her.”

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[ef-1]

For those not tapped into Australian politics, King Charles is in Australia to conduct his "historic first tour to the commonwealth realm" i.e visting countries that King Charles is supposedly a monarch to.

Indigenous senator Lidia Thorpe had requested an audience with King Charles for weeks prior to this visit, she wrote countless letters to speak to him. Unlike other commonwealth nations and other former Brisitish colonies, a treaty with Indigenous peoples in Australia was never formed. Their land was never ceded to the British Crown. After being denied and ignored, Lidia Thorpe, draped in a traditional possum skin cloak, stormed in the Great Hall during the reception for Charles at Parliament House in the capital shouting the following:

I literally can't even look at these photos without getting goosebumps.

[yourmajestybee]

EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

[miri-draws]

I've been grunklepilled.

[varilien]

am i blanchin?

girl we blanchin!!

HI HIII happy birthday to everyone's favorite mystery twins!! how did they grow up so fast!!!!

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[wuntrum]

ripley :)

[starridge]

puppet hour was brutal

[ladychlo]

Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...

[s0up1ta]

toxic yaoi or something idk i haven't watched gravity falls

[qrowpilled]

hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

hypothetical scenario for you all: the real king arthur returns. you meet him and you welcome him into your home. what is the first thing you do with him? keep in mind, this is a man from the 500s (he died in 542), and you are from the 21st century (2024).

[theautumnaldemon]

does anyone else have a favorite tv character where whenever they’re on screen you just

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[lazylittledragon]

some domestic shadowlachs <33