#wammen

[cirrus-ghoulette]

The ghoulettes skipping and doing their microwave spin!

[coffeeghoulie]

dottie im here for the women

can you give us some sweet, loving, hot sex between cirrus and cumulus? im in need of some girl on girl action. im not picky <3

so the outline for this was, in all caps, "cumulus just fucking loves her wife so much"

Cirrus deserves to be pampered, okay?

about 1.7k of Cumulus taking care of Cirrus, oral sex, and mentions of strapons and facesitting

"I went to our favorite store when I was out this afternoon," Cirrus says, voice filtering in past the open bathroom door, where Cumulus is finishing up washing her face, gently smoothing lotion onto her skin.

Cumulus pauses, perking up and sticking her tongue out at her reflection as she realizes how eager she's being. "Yeah?" she asks, priding herself on how even she keeps her tone as her stomach jumps. She knows exactly what store Cirrus is talking about, the toy chest tucked underneath their roost full of all sorts of their wares.

"You wanna try something different tonight, songbird?"

"You always have the best ideas, loon," Cumulus says. "I'm in."

"Cue, you didn't even see what I got," Cirrus whines, but even though Cumulus can't even see her, she can hear her smile on the air. Cumulus flicks the bathroom light off, stepping into the room she shares with her beloved.

Cirrus, as always, is a vision. Dark navy hair pooling over her exposed shoulders, the dusting of light spots on her grey skin that earn her Cumulus's favorite nickname, dressed in soft sweatpants and a tanktop, ready for lounging in bed. But there's an odd expression on her face, a furrow in her brow that Cumulus wants nothing more to smooth out with her kisses. She glances down at the bed, at an open package overflowing with soft blue tissue paper sat on the foot of it.

"Ooh, whatcha get?" Cumulus asks, keeping her tone bright, trying to get her love to smile.

Cirrus just gestures at the box, a foot long on each side, a few inches deep. Cumulus doesn't go immediately to the package, instead cooing as she presses up against Cirrus's side. "Baby," Cumulus whispers, staring up at her with wide eyes. "What's wrong, my little loon?"

"Just thinking," Cirrus blinks, leaning down to nose at Cumulus's curls, making a soft little noise as she breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Cumulus wraps her arms around her waist, just holding her. "I got you something," she whispers into her hair. "You wanna see?"

"I'd like nothing more," Cumulus says, reaching out with one arm to rifle through the tissue paper. The other stays wrapped around Cirrus's waist.

The first thing she feels other than the paper is soft, buttery leather, and then cool, solid silicone. She wraps her hand around it, humming softly as she takes the new harness and strap from the box. It's a much slimmer toy than Cumulus normally prefers, a little shorter too, a white, icy blue marble where it's threaded through the silver o-ring at the front of the harness, gently curving up, and that's when it hits her.

She turns back to Cirrus, a grin dimpling her cheeks. "Oh, baby," she coos. "What a lovely toy you've gotten me. Would you like me to use it on you?"

The grey blush deepens, begins to creep down Cirrus's throat, and she hums uncharacteristically shy.

Cumulus turns, taking her by the biceps. "Baby, I'd be more than happy to." She stands up on her tiptoes, nudging her nose against the line of Cirrus's jaw, pressing fluttering kisses there. Cirrus looks up, meeting her eyes.

"Sorry," she breathes, laughing softly as Cumulus's breath tickles her skin.

"Whatever for?" Cumulus asks, cooing as she presses a kiss just under her ear.

"Can't seem to ask for what I want," she shifts, and Cumulus smooths her hands up and down her biceps. "Have to make you guess."

"Hey," she says, hands moving up to cup Cirrus's cheeks, making the taller ghoulette meet her gaze. "I know you, Cirrus. We crawled out of the Pit together. I know you, and you know me, and I want to give you what you want."

Cirrus huffs, smiling softly. "I want," she breathes. "I want to see you wearing that strap I bought."

Cumulus smiles, a glint of something mischievous in her eye. "Just see me?"

Cirrus rolls her eyes, laughing as she turns her head, pressing a ghost of a kiss against her mate's palm. "Dove," she says. "Don't make me say it."

She laughs, spinning her by the arms so the back of her legs press against the edge of the mattress. "Say what? That you want your mate to take care of you and use this very pretty little toy and make you feel good?"

The noise Cirrus makes is something that Cumulus wishes she could bottle and keep forever. "Oh, that's it, then?" She coos, coaxing her to lay down in their aerie. "You wanna be my princess tonight?"

Cirrus keens, an arm flopping over her eyes, the hem of her tank top riding up, and Cumulus has to fight not to drool at the sight of the soft pad of fat that sits just above her hips. "Oh, princess, don't hide, I wanna see you."

There's a clicking noise as Cirrus swallows, removing her arm from her face as Cumulus straddles her hips. Cirrus stares up at her, her normally pin-like, avian pupils blown out, darkness swallowing the grey of her irises. She reaches up, curling a strand of Cumulus's soft hair around one of her fingers before tucking it behind a feathered ear. "Please, dove."

Cumulus leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her mate's lips. She doesn't need confirmation, knows what Cirrus wants just as well as she knows her own needs. Cumulus helps her sit up just enough to pull her tank top off over her head.

"My prettiest ghoul," she coos, kissing down her chest, hands cupping the swell of her breasts. Cirrus chokes out a whine, carding her long fingers through her mate's hair as she kisses downward.

Cumulus takes her time, even though her patience is already wearing thin and she wants nothing more than to reward her love for offering her that vulnerability. She knows Cirrus, knows how she struggles to open up sometimes. She spends so much taking care of the others that there's not much left for herself.

Cumulus focuses her efforts on the softness of her stomach, just above the waistband of her sweats, sucking and mouthing at the skin, leaving small, violet bruises until Cirrus gasps, reaching down and shoving at her sweats.

"Cue, dove, please," Cirrus breathes, lifting her hips as they both work together to shove her pants and underwear off.

She grins, pushing gently at the lean muscle of Cirrus's thigh, making a little more space for herself as she hooks it over her shoulder. Cumulus turns, watching Cirrus's face out of the corner of her eye as she turns her affections on her inner thigh, kissing and sucking and nipping higher and higher, until Cirrus is whining, fingers tangled in the sheets.

"Grab my hair, princess," she coos, breath hitting where Cirrus is already slick with anticipation, clit jutting out from her folds, dusky and swollen even though it hasn't been touched yet.

Cirrus does as she's told, taking handfuls of Cumulus's curls, pianist's fingers curling against her scalp, but not pulling. Always so gentle.

Cumulus glances up, locking eyes with her before pressing her tongue to her folds, dragging it up over her clit. She doesn't look away, even as the warm pressure rips a quiet moan from her throat. Cumulus hums, shifting Cirrus's thigh on her shoulder and kissing her clit into her mouth, tongue fluttering against the tip.

"Shit, Lus," Cirrus gasps, breaking eye contact as her head tips back against the pillows. Cumulus holds on to her as she works at her, fingers dimpling the flesh of her thigh, her hip. She doesn't look away, knows Cirrus's body like her own, icy blue eyes locked on the way Cirrus's jaw goes slack.

Her world narrows to the points of contact, to watching her mate's expression as she licks at her, drowning in her taste. Cirrus's fingers clench and unclench, never pulling, and Cumulus coos into her cunt.

Cirrus jolts at the vibrations, fists closing as she yelps. "Fuck!"

"Does that feel good, baby?" she asks, pulling back to nose at her dark, slick curls. She presses a kiss to the tip of her clit, nuzzling her cheek against Cirrus's inner thigh.

"Fuck, Lus, please don't stop," Cirrus begs, fingers twitching in her hair.

"Never," She grins, licking a stripe over her clit before sucking gently on it, humming softly. Cirrus nearly squeals, hips jolting off of the bed, and Cumulus just holds her. "My polite little loon."

She smooths her hand up and down Cirrus's flank. One of Cirrus's hands leaves her hair, finds hers, and she squeezes her hand with more confidence than gripping at her curls. Cumulus smiles, redoubling her efforts.

Cirrus squirms, gasping and panting quietly. "Lus, shit, jus' like that, please," she begs, holding tight to her hand.

Cumulus lets her eyes lock onto Cirrus's face, not stopping even for a moment, air magick letting her hold her breath as long as she'd like and not a moment less.

Cirrus cries out wordlessly as she cums, and Cumulus watches her expression, wants to remember the bliss on her face forever. She keeps licking and sucking until Cirrus's hand tightens in her hair for real, panting and writhing beneath her with overstimulation.

She pulls back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. "Feeling good, baby?"

Cirrus laughs, chest heaving as she catches her breath. "Is the sky blue?"

Cumulus purrs, self-satisfied. She straddles Cirrus's hips, cupping her cheeks in her hands, leaning in to kiss her languidly. Cirrus moans at the taste of herself on Cumulus's tongue.

When they pull away, Cumulus presses her forehead to Cirrus's, their horns knocking gently together. "Are you ready for the strap, Cir?"

Cirrus grunts, propping herself up for a moment. The wave of heat from her expression nearly makes Cumulus double over. It's the look Cirrus gets when she's about to pounce. "Damn the strap, dove," she says, patting the pillow next to her head, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Changed my mind for right now. I want my turn. Come up here and have a seat."

[elfieafterdark]

*Looks at all the interesting and pretty women in TLT*

*looks at my big box full of smut writing tools*

Whatever shall I do?

[theyoshiddaarchive]

Mod//

I'm lacking villains. I need to fix that.

Hmm... maybe another Sonic villai-

"How about me, sweet pup?~"

NYARLETHOTEP P5IP!?!?!?!?!?

[virginstoner666]

if i had a time machine the first thing im doing is bringing a monster zero ultra to every woman dying from some victorian wasting disease

[dirtreally]

Gacha games suck how are these two different bitches

[iq5150]

[feralghxuls]

im just thinking abt....wammen.....

cirrus and cumulus are so important to me. cumulus is a hermit but she chose cirrus. when she doesn't want to be around people, cirrus usually doesn't even count as people

and cirrus is pack leader (well, her and rain) and with cumulus she can just. relax completely. she doesn't have to worry about anything, doesn't have to Be The Leader. she can just exist. and let cumulus take care of her

[mausarchive]

You can cry misogyny all you want but motherhood turns the most laid back, easygoing women into controlling nagging bitches

tell me you can't make your mother or wife or girlfriend happy because you're a lazy pathetic sackless inept low-T loser without telling me. why the fuck do you as a grown individual have to be nagged? why do these women feel so unsupported and like they have to constantly repeatedly ask you to do things? are you stupid, perhaps? maybe they try to nag and control because you do nothing to contribute, you don't try to control, you leave everything to them and they feel overwhelmed.

maybe the men they unfortunately get stuck with take no responsibility, blame outwardly, never introspect, and want an easy little uncomplicated life where they get told by a mommy figure every single little thing they need to do and have everything handled for them.

try not being a complacent little child, whether you're a man or woman, and see if your "woe-is-me da wammen bully me 😭" attitude changes. support your mother, your wife, whatever, whoever you feel the need to denigrate for trying hard to have an easier fucking life. grow legs and stop blaming others for you being a worm.

[the-silence-has-spoken]

004, big buff vampire thanks to some of my friends picking wacky options in a group oc prompt thing. I’m extremely out of my comfort zone drawing beeg wammen but, at least artistically, I’m pretty happy with how this drawing turned out.

Also sorry for not drawing anything for like six years again

[martyrnextdoor]

Red scare wammen

[the-rad-menace]

I played through Dragon Age: Origins and Dragon Age II recently, and while looking for mods to fix things like misogynistic armor, ridiculous female run cycles, etc., I've noticed a trend with game mods.

Female game modders:

"I added more hairstyles and skin color options to the game."

"I overhauled the misogynistic female versions of armor to be more practical and realistic."

"I added pants to this side character's ridiculous, skimpy outfit to help with immersion."

"I spent months lovingly working on a mod that lets you have a same sex romance with this beloved character!"

"I changed this character's face a little bit to suit my personal tastes, but I figured I'd share it for anyone else interested :) "

Male game modders:

"Big jiggly boobah for every wammen in game"

Mod to make the only ambiguously brown woman in the game white

All women wear dental floss for armor

Sex slave in your house - 80 new rape animations!

HD 4K lady feet mod

I'm hardly exaggerating, btw. Go look at basically any popular game on Nexusmods and you'll see that shit. Like, not even Stardew Valley is safe from porn sick degenerate men 🙃🔪🔪🔪

[dirtreally]

my onbly beef with white trans wammen as a genre of person is that every time one of them starts identifying as like a musician starts a soundcloud yadda yadda you kno sooner or later they’re gonna try to rap. whats up with that

[originalitysquared]

You are like this meme but for jkr hehehe

Can y'all even name any women who did evil things besides Margaret Thatcher?

People be like " JK rowling, Taylor Swift, and Margaret Thatcher, whyte wammen are soooo evilllll"

[vielle-art]

Art Fight 2022, last piece! Revenge for @/XiroMyth

[dkavisen]

DI: Stærkt velkomment at S nu vil skattelettelser

DI: Stærkt velkomment at S nu vil skattelettelser

DI har svært ved at få armene ned over, at regeringen vil bruge 4 mia. kr. på reelle skattelettelser ved at hæve beskæftigelsesfradraget. Søndag formiddag har finansminister Nicolai Wammen præsenteret et nyt forslag til 4 mia. kr., som skal hæve beskæftigelsesfradraget med 2 procentpoint og 3 procentpoint for enlige forsørgere. Det vækker glæde i Danmarks største erhvervsorganisation, Dansk…