cant stop thinking about butch arms. butch arms in a wife pleaser. butch arms covered in tattoos. butch arms hidden in a button up or a jacket. butch arms flexing. butch arms glistening with sweat. butch arms wrapped around my waist. butch arms wrapped around my face butch arms building something. butch arms carrying groceries. butch arms carrying flowers. butch arms.....
absolutely adore silly dorky femmes like. getting flustered and giggly over their butch? can’t be smooth at all? completely clueless when they’re being flirted with? coming out with absolutely nonsense jokes? wearing silly colourful clashing outfits? clumsy? laughing so loud they snort? heart eyes. forever own my heart as a dorky silly butch
the feminine urge to be ethereal and hauntingly beautiful
situationship this situationship that i need my girl pathetically obsessed with me and blowing up my phone
no hate to those who are like this but idk why everyone sees femme as super girly and pink and cute when it has historically been womanly, red, sexy. like high femmes in history, women of strong sexual agency who were (and are) extremely feminine, bring to mind sleek dresses, push-up bras, high heels, dark colors, thigh-slits in gowns, cut-off shorts, pleasers, long red acrylics (lovingly referred to as claws), armpit hair visible when she adjusts her hair, long lashes (false or mascara), low-cut necklines, leather pants, perfume between her tits, fishnets, bikini tops, curlers, garters, mesh stockings, jangly bracelets, corsets, slips, mini-skirts, hoop earrings, silk panties... like where did this coquette neutered tiny ldr baby shit come from respectfully
men, 17-, inc3st/r-pe/ag3pl4y/lesphobic kink apologists dni
thinking about butches…daydreaming you may say…yearning perchance…
i need a strong butch who gets joy out of lifting me up and having their way with me. who notices a wall nearby while we're making out and guides me to it so slowly i dont even notice until suddenly i feel myself pushed into it. they start to undress me as we keep our lips as close as possible only splitting to take off my shirt. my butch starts to feel me up, enjoying running their hands along every curve as they occasionally stop to squeeze me and make me melt further into their touch. im beginning to whimper at this point, needing more, and they happily oblige as they lift me up effortlessly and pull out their strap from their jeans to fuck me until my eyes roll back and im moaning their name
ultraviolence ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
Secretary, 2002
I'm very awkward .do u find it endearing.