Wlw Longing - Blog Posts
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?..)
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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I am not feeling myself rn (chronic illness type shit) sooooo I'm feeling kinda clingy rn :((
I just need a girl to wrap my arms around like a koala (lmfao) and hold them close as I fall back to sleep
She whispers teasing remarks about my touchiness and I just hum back, no shame in my game right now. I'm still in this sleepy haze and I want is her warmth, touch and presence near.
She knows there's not much she can do to help. There's not some many pill to take to make it all better, you often have to endure.
Because of this, I'm inclined to push through and over work myself even if rest is supposedly important. It's hard for me to take breaks when I'm in the zone. I can even be a bit mean when I don't intend to. I'm just so locked in.
But eventually, I can't say no to her. The last thing I want is her to be upset with me. Let alone worry about me like I need to be taken care of. It's a bit embarrassing for me. So i reluctantly put the laptop down and try to rest.
Sleep is hard. It's hard to fall asleep cause my body doesn't really get it the memo at times. But she tells me to just relax, that she knows I'm tired, exhausted, she's not going anywhere. That gently voice in my ears feels like propofol, I'm asleep in just a few minutes when she runs my fingers through my hair.
Everything somehow feels so much better when I'm in her arms. The smell of her shampoo is beautiful. My hand on the dip of the side of her waist. Our legs entangled. And I can't help but whisper "thank yous" and "I love yous"
I LOVE CANNIBALISM AS A METAPHOR FOR LOVE ‼️‼️
I JUST FINISHED BONES AND ALL AND YELLOWJACKETS I NEED IT IN MY BLOODSTREAM