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a man just told me that if I like masculine lesbians I just basically like pretty boys.

and I was like "yea..no...no not really??"

like idk how to explain this to men 💀

I've never seen anyone talk about this but

I literally don't think I would mind doing housewife like things for a butch.

Is it just me?

Like i wouldn't mind packing a lunch for her work day every morning, writing a cute sticky note with maybe a inspirational quote or a quick "have a good day I love you" type of thing.

I depending on her job, I wouldn't mind ironing her clothes, making that collar nice crisp and starchy, and tie on that tie from them every morning. Or help them put on that sharp blazer.

But I'd always love doting on them when her when she gets home too. Undoing her tie, taking off her coat. Kissing her on cheek as I welcome her home. And I tell her I'll run a bath for her to help release all that pent up stress from the day.

Always keep the home soft and cozy. The perfect air freshener, fresh sheets out of the washer, searching on Pinterest in my free-time for the perfect things to add to our home.

On Friday nights we plan little dates at home. We're probably both a bit tired from the week. Maybe going out isn't the best option. So we'll get take out, or prepare something together and we have a little dinner date at home. Then Netflix and chill after of course.

On Saturday morning's she'll wake up to the empty space of where I slept in our bed. But! But~...the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.

And that day, when we go shopping I'll help her pick a new cologne that will make me go feral. I'll tell her which colors compliment her skin tone, and which outfits make her look handsome.

But we can't leave until I take a trip to Sephora. (I have to! Sue me! I personally believe these products help keep me and nice and pretty just the way she likes me.) I try not to buy a lot but she's not a good influence since she always tries to spoil me.

(part 2?..)

GOODNESS GRACIOUS

thank god ellie is a lesbian it would be a sin if those beautiful long fingers went to waste<\3

Drew this a few weeks ago

need a girl to pin me down and fuck me over and over again until the only word i can say is "please, please, please." i'm so overstimulated but it feels so good and you're so proud of me for taking it so well. i'm moaning so loudly that you have to put your fingers in my mouth to shut me up— i suck on them immediately, because good sluts always do. i'm squirming when you put your mouth on my clit, and you have to hold my hips to the bed— i cum again. it feels so fucking good. with every orgasm the noises get wetter and i get louder, and it's all for you. "do you want to cum again?" god, how could i say no to that?

Man you have no idea how afraid of bugs I am.

femme who’s scared of spiders x butch who carries the spider outside

Wishing I had a girlfriend rn

need a dom fem to put me in my place and let me get myself off by pleasuring her while she tells me if I'm doing a good job or not

Sigh… I wish bi people were real

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

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