#hyperfemme longing

[greeneyes-secretblog]

I’m obsessed with who I can be in a man’s eyes.

But I’m too enticed by the idea of being close to a woman like myself.

Too enticed to let it go.

Because I’ve never seen it before.

[crimeronan]

i swear to god i've seen an exactly equivalent number of posts recently with the premises "it's gross to talk so much about how you wanna fuck trans people, can't you be normal about people you don't wanna fuck" and "it's gross to act like trans people are unfuckable and that we're only attractive as a fetish, actually i'm a girl with a great dick and it's fine" & i'm like. rubs my eyes. maybe the truth is that human experience is varied and different people wish to be desired/perceived/discussed in different ways and what's validating to one person feels yucky to another. maybe if someone's form of validation isn't for you then you don't need to immediately assume the worst faith possible interpretation of their words. i mean this in the most constructive way possible bc i do this too and i frequently look back at assumptions i made and realize i'm insane. Just Because It Felt Bad To You Doesn't Mean It Feels Bad To Everyone.

[mermaidsbiann]

This is the only social media I have had since 13 without moving or deleting accounts

[misaerabl]

Glitters And Cigarettes

CONTENT: wc...6.9k ✦ neighbor ellie, loser ellie, hyperfemme reader, smoking, oral sex (e!receiving), fingering (r! receiving) SUMMARY: Ellie was a bit of a mess—a mismatched, cigarette-smoking loner who lived in the shadow of her dazzling neighbor. You were her opposite in every way: confident, kind, and wrapped in glittery, pink perfection that seemed to light up the world around you. Ellie admired you quietly, watching from a distance, captivated by the way you carried yourself as though life were your stage. You were everything she wasn’t and everything she longed for, a supernova she could only dream of reaching but never dared to touch.

Ellie leaned against the cracked railing of her apartment balcony, the stub of a cigarette dangling from her fingers. The neighborhood buzzed faintly below her—a car alarm, the hum of a distant radio, and the occasional bark of a stray dog. She wasn’t really paying attention, though. Her eyes were fixed on the apartment beside hers, on you.

You stood on your balcony, elbows resting on the pink-painted railing as you stared up at the stars. Ellie didn’t even realize she’d been holding her breath until you shifted, the sequins of your skirt catching the faint glow of a streetlamp.

You looked like a daydream, all soft curves and shimmering light, and Ellie—well, Ellie was the kind of girl who watched from the sidelines. Always had been. She scratched the back of her neck, letting out a sharp breath through her teeth.

“Get it together,” she muttered to herself, flicking ash into the dark. But she didn’t look away. Couldn’t.

It was always like this. Seeing you was a daily ritual she couldn’t break, even if she wanted to. And tonight? Tonight was no different. You turned slightly, leaning over the railing, and Ellie caught sight of the small smile tugging at your lips. It wasn’t meant for her—it never was—but she liked to pretend it was anyway.

You waved suddenly, and Ellie froze.

“You okay over there, neighbor?” Your voice carried across the narrow gap between your balconies, soft and teasing.

Ellie almost choked. She hadn’t expected you to notice her lurking, let alone talk to her. She fumbled with her cigarette, nearly dropping it as she straightened. “Uh—yeah, I’m good. You?”

“I’m great,” you said, your grin widening. “You look like you’re having an existential crisis over there.”

Ellie rubbed the back of her neck, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. “Just... thinking.”

“Dangerous pastime,” you teased. You rested your chin in your hand, your gaze locking on hers. “What are you thinking about?”

Ellie blinked. You. That’s what she wanted to say, but the words caught in her throat. She shrugged instead, stuffing her free hand into her hoodie pocket. “Nothing important.”

“Well,” you said, leaning a little closer, “let me know if you figure it out. I’d love to know what keeps you up at night.”

Ellie laughed, a quiet, awkward sound, and you smiled at her like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like you hadn’t just turned her insides upside down.

“Goodnight, Ellie,” you called, slipping back into your apartment with a little wave.

Ellie stood there for a long time after, cigarette forgotten, heart pounding against her ribs. You knew her name.

The day Ellie’s life shifted was like any other. She’d slept through her alarm, thrown on the first clothes she could find—a wrinkled band tee and some paint-streaked jeans—and stumbled out her door with her skateboard under one arm and her bag slung over her shoulder.

You were in the hallway, standing in front of your door with your phone in one hand and a drink in the other. Ellie almost tripped over her own feet when she saw you, your pink crop top catching the light as if it had been designed to blind her specifically.

“Hey, Ellie!” you called out, bright and casual, as if it wasn’t the first time you’d said her name.

Her brain short-circuited for a second. You know my name?

“Oh, uh, hey,” she managed, her voice cracking slightly. She cleared her throat and tried again. “What’s up?”

You tilted your head, giving her that curious smile that always made her chest ache. “Not much. My coffee machine broke again, so I’m heading to that café down the street. Wanna come with?”

Ellie blinked. She glanced around, certain you must’ve been talking to someone else, but it was just the two of you in the hallway.

“Uh…” Her mouth opened and closed uselessly for a moment. “You’re asking me?”

You laughed softly, the sound warm and effortless. “Yeah, why not? You like coffee, right? Or tea? Or... whatever they have?”

Ellie scrambled to think of a reason to say no, but she couldn’t come up with one. “Yeah, sure. I mean, I was totally gonna grab coffee anyway.” Lie, she thought. But you didn’t seem to notice.

“Great!” you said, your grin widening. “Let me grab my bag, and we can go.”

As you ducked back into your apartment, Ellie leaned against the wall, clutching her skateboard like a lifeline. This had to be some kind of prank, right? People like you didn’t just... invite people like her out for coffee.

And yet, here you were, reemerging with your sparkly purse slung over your shoulder and a soft hum in your throat as you locked your door.

“Ready?” you asked.

Ellie nodded, pushing herself off the wall. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

As the two of you walked down the hallway together, Ellie tried to focus on anything but the way your perfume lingered in the air between you. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t just admiring you from a distance. She was in your orbit now, close enough to feel the warmth of your star.

And Ellie wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

The café was buzzing when you and Ellie arrived, but you didn’t seem to mind. You breezed past the crowded tables and long line like you owned the place, flashing Ellie a quick grin over your shoulder. She followed you hesitantly, her skateboard tucked awkwardly under her arm as she glanced around, suddenly aware of how out of place she felt.

You ordered first, something colorful and sweet, of course, and when Ellie stepped up to the counter, she hesitated. She didn’t have the cash for anything fancy, and she wasn’t about to embarrass herself by asking.

“Just a black coffee,” she mumbled, glancing down at her sneakers.

The barista nodded, but before they could punch it in, you cut in with a soft laugh. “Oh, come on, Ellie. Live a little.”

Ellie’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “What?”

“Get something fun,” you insisted, your voice light but insistent. You leaned against the counter, close enough that Ellie caught the faint scent of your perfume again, and smiled at her like it was the easiest thing in the world. “It’s on me.”

“Oh, no, I can’t—”

“Ellie,” you interrupted gently, tilting your head. “It’s coffee. Let me do something nice for you, okay?”

She swallowed, her throat dry. Your voice was soft, your tone casual, but there was something about the way you said her name that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Uh… sure,” she said finally, glancing back at the menu. “I’ll, uh, have whatever you’re having.”

The barista nodded and rang it up, and you handed over your card without a second thought. Ellie felt like her brain had short-circuited. Was this what hanging out with you was like? Effortless generosity, like it was just a natural part of who you were?

You grabbed the drinks when they were ready and led Ellie to a small table near the back, sliding into the seat across from her.

“So,” you said, your smile as warm as the coffee in your hand. “What’s the deal with you, Ellie?”

“The deal?”

“Yeah. You’re always so quiet. Mysterious.” You leaned in slightly, your elbows resting on the table. “It’s kind of cute, actually.”

Ellie froze. The word cute hung in the air between you, and she swore her heart was trying to claw its way out of her chest.

“Uh, I’m not that mysterious,” she said finally, trying to downplay the warmth rising in her cheeks.

“Oh, really?” you teased, taking a slow sip of your drink. “Then what’s your deal, neighbor? What do you do for fun? What do you think about when you’re smoking on your balcony late at night?”

Ellie nearly choked on her coffee. You’d noticed that?

“Nothing interesting,” she said quickly, rubbing the back of her neck.

You gave her a knowing look, your lips curving into a small smirk. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

The conversation flowed after that, and before Ellie realized it, an hour had passed. The café had emptied out a bit, the background noise fading into a quiet hum, and you leaned back in your chair, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, your tone light. “You want to come over? I was thinking of putting on a movie. Could use the company.”

Ellie’s heart stopped. You were inviting her over. To your place. Where you lived. But it was still morning, right? No, wait—whatever, it didn't matter.

“Uh—yeah,” she said, trying to sound casual despite the way her voice cracked. “Yeah, sure. Sounds cool.”

You grinned, standing up and grabbing your cup. “Great. Let’s go.”

Ellie followed you out of the café, her mind spinning. This wasn’t just a neighborly gesture, was it? No one invited their neighbor over for a movie unless…

She swallowed hard. No, she was reading into it. You were just being nice. That was all.

Right?

The walk back to your apartment was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. You filled the silence with little comments about the neighborhood and the café, and Ellie nodded along, her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets to keep them from fidgeting.

Her mind was a mess of half-formed thoughts and spiraling possibilities. She’d spent months watching you from afar, and now you were casually inviting her into your world like it was nothing.

When you reached your door, you unlocked it with an easy flick of your wrist and pushed it open, stepping aside to let Ellie in first.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you said with a laugh, motioning toward the small but cozy living room. The walls were dotted with fairy lights, and the coffee table was cluttered with magazines, books, and a bowl of half-melted candles. It looked exactly like Ellie imagined it would—soft, warm, and completely you.

She stepped inside cautiously, her skateboard still clutched tightly under one arm.

“You can leave that by the door,” you said, motioning toward her skateboard. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Ellie nodded and set it down, her fingers brushing nervously against her jeans. She sat awkwardly on the edge of your couch, her back ramrod straight.

You disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with two glasses of water. You handed one to Ellie, then plopped down beside her, your legs tucked up under you as you took a sip.

“So,” you said, turning slightly to face her. “What kind of movies are you into?”

Ellie blinked, gripping her glass like a lifeline. “Uh, I don’t know. I’m not picky.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Come on, everyone has a favorite.”

“Okay, fine,” she muttered, glancing down at her glass. “I like action stuff. Or, like, those cheesy ‘90s sci-fi movies.”

Your eyes lit up, and you laughed softly. “Cheesy sci-fi? I didn’t peg you for the nostalgic type.”

Ellie shrugged, her cheeks flushing. “I guess I like stuff that doesn’t take itself too seriously.”

You smiled at that, your gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. “I like that,” you said softly, leaning just a little closer.

Ellie’s breath hitched.

“So, tell me,” you continued, your tone light but teasing. “Is this the most exciting thing you’ve done in a while? Or do you have a secret life I don’t know about?”

Ellie smirked, grateful for the chance to deflect. “Oh, yeah. Totally. My life’s a non-stop thrill ride.”

You laughed, and the sound sent a warm, electric buzz through Ellie’s chest.

“Well,” you said, setting your glass on the table, “I’m glad I could add a little excitement to your day.”

Ellie’s gaze flicked to yours, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker in your eyes—something that made her stomach flip.

“Me too,” she admitted, her voice quieter than she intended.

Your smile softened, and you tilted your head slightly. “You’re fun to talk to, Ellie. I’m glad we did this.”

Ellie swallowed hard, her grip tightening on her glass. She was sure you could hear her heart hammering in her chest, but you didn’t seem to notice—or maybe you did, and you just didn’t care.

“Want to pick the movie?” you asked, breaking the tension with an easy grin.

“Uh, sure,” Ellie mumbled, grateful for the distraction.

As you handed her the remote, your fingers brushed hers briefly, and Ellie’s pulse skyrocketed. She glanced at you, but you were already leaning back against the couch, your expression unreadable but relaxed.

Maybe this was all just casual for you. But for Ellie, it felt like standing on the edge of something she didn’t fully understand, her heart caught somewhere between hope and terror.

Ellie scrolled through the options on your streaming platform, pretending to be engrossed in picking a movie. In reality, her thoughts were racing. Sitting here next to you, in your soft, glowing space, felt surreal. You sipped your water slowly, completely at ease, while Ellie fought to keep her hands steady.

"How about this one?" Ellie asked, settling on some over-the-top alien invasion movie from the ‘90s.

“Perfect choice,” you said, scooting closer to grab a blanket from the armrest. You tossed it over both your laps, and Ellie tensed for half a second before forcing herself to relax.

The movie played, but Ellie barely noticed. She was too aware of you—how close you were, how your perfume seemed stronger here, how you laughed at the ridiculous dialogue.

At one point, you nudged her lightly with your elbow. “You’re awfully quiet. Are you actually watching, or did I bore you to death already?”

Ellie glanced at you, startled by the proximity. “What? No, I’m watching. It’s… cool.”

Your lips quirked up in a teasing smile. “Sure you are.”

She tried to focus after that, but the movie eventually ended, and the reality of being in your apartment settled back over her like a weight. You stretched your arms above your head as the credits rolled, the hem of your top lifting slightly, exposing a sliver of skin. Ellie glanced away so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.

“Well,” you said, standing and collecting the empty glasses. “That was fun. You’ve got great taste in movies, Ellie.”

“Uh, thanks,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck.

When you returned from the kitchen, you lingered near the couch, a thoughtful look on your face. “Hey,” you said suddenly, your voice casual but carrying an undercurrent of excitement. “What are you doing tonight?”

Ellie blinked up at you. “Tonight?”

“Yeah.” You shifted your weight, your smile turning playful. “A few of my friends and I are going out to this club downtown. You should come with us.”

Ellie stared, her brain short-circuiting. “I don’t think… I mean, I’m not really a club person.”

“Oh, come on.” You flopped back onto the couch beside her, close enough that your knee brushed hers. “You don’t have to dance or anything if you don’t want to. Just hang out, meet some new people. I think my friends are really going to like you.”

Her stomach flipped. “You… you do?”

“Of course,” you said, tilting your head to study her. “You’re fun, Ellie. And besides…” Your smile turned sly. “I think it’s about time you had a little more excitement in your life. Don’t you?”

Ellie hesitated, torn between her natural instinct to retreat and the magnetic pull of your invitation. You wanted her to come. You thought your friends would like her. And as terrifying as the idea was, there was also a thrill buried deep in her chest—a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could belong in your world, even for a night.

“Okay,” she said finally, her voice quiet but steady. “I’ll go.”

Your grin lit up the room. “Great! It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Ellie nodded, trying to ignore the way her heart was racing. For once, she wasn’t just watching from the sidelines. She was stepping into your orbit, even if it was only for one night.

The sun had long set by the time Ellie knocked on your door, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain you’d hear it. She had debated what to wear for what felt like hours, finally settling on her usual casual look—fitted black jeans, a vintage band tee, and her trusty beat-up sneakers. She tugged nervously at her jacket, wondering if she’d dressed too plain.

Then you opened the door.

Ellie froze.

You stood there, a vision of confidence and sparkle, dressed in pink from head to toe. Your rhinestone-studded pencil skirt caught the hallway light, glittering with every tiny shift of your body. The fur tube top hugged your figure, while the cropped jacket added a playful touch. And the gogo boots? Ellie thought she might combust on the spot.

“Well?” you asked, striking a playful pose. “What do you think?”

Ellie’s mouth opened and closed uselessly before she managed to blurt out, “You look… wow.”

You laughed, a sound that felt like warm honey in her ears. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You definitely should,” Ellie said, her voice quieter this time. She couldn’t take her eyes off you.

You grabbed a small clutch from the table by the door and gestured for her to follow. “Come on, my friends are probably already at the club. But first, we’re taking a selfie—can’t let this outfit go undocumented.”

Before Ellie could protest, you pulled out your phone and leaned in close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Your perfume was intoxicating, and Ellie barely managed to smile as you snapped the photo.

“There,” you said, inspecting the picture. “Perfect.”

Ellie wasn’t sure she’d ever looked as good as she did standing next to you.

The club was loud, packed with people, and bathed in neon lights that shifted between deep purples and electric blues. Ellie stayed close to you, her senses overwhelmed by the thrum of bass and the press of bodies.

Your friends greeted you with a chorus of cheers, pulling you into hugs and complimenting your outfit. Ellie hovered awkwardly at the edge of the group, feeling distinctly out of place.

“And who’s this?” one of your friends asked, her gaze sliding to Ellie with a curious smile.

“This,” you said, wrapping an arm around Ellie’s shoulders again, “is Ellie. My super cool neighbor.”

Ellie gave a small wave, muttering, “Hey,” under her breath.

“She’s adorable,” another friend said, and Ellie’s cheeks flushed crimson.

“Right?” you agreed, grinning at her. “I told you you’d like her.”

Ellie felt her heart stutter at your words.

You led her to the bar, ordering drinks for both of you before leaning close to speak over the music. “You okay?”

Ellie nodded, though her hands were clenched tightly around her glass. “Yeah. This is just… a lot.”

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You’re doing great. Just stick with me.”

Ellie stared at you, captivated by how effortlessly you seemed to belong in this space. She felt clumsy and out of place, but somehow, when you looked at her like that, it didn’t seem to matter as much.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the dance floor. “One song. Humor me.”

Ellie’s protests were swallowed by the music as you led her into the throng of moving bodies. The heat, the lights, the closeness of you—it was overwhelming, but it was you, and that made it okay.

You danced with an easy grace, your skirt shimmering under the lights. Ellie swayed awkwardly at first, but then your hands found hers, tugging her closer, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“See?” you said, your voice barely audible over the music. “You’re not half bad.”

Ellie laughed, a sound that felt foreign and freeing all at once. Maybe, just for tonight, she could be part of your world.

The night outside the club was warm, the city alive with sounds of distant laughter and honking taxis. You stood with Ellie as your friends piled into a cab, their energy still buzzing from the night. You leaned into the car window, giving them a dramatic wave goodbye.

“Text me when you get home!” you called, your words slightly slurred from the cocktails you’d had earlier.

They shouted their farewells, and the cab pulled away, leaving you and Ellie standing on the curb. You turned to her, still riding the high of the night, your cheeks flushed and your smile bright.

“That was fun, huh?” you said, swaying slightly on your heels.

Ellie gave you a small smile, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. “Yeah, it wasn’t bad.”

You laughed. “Not bad? You were dancing like nobody’s business back there.”

She ducked her head, her cheeks reddening. “Only because you made me.”

“Well, you were good at it,” you teased. “Better than you give yourself credit for.”

Ellie mumbled something under her breath, her grin barely hidden.

“Anyway,” you said, stretching your arms above your head, “we should probably head back too. It’s late, and—”

“Hey there,” a voice interrupted.

You turned to see a tall girl approaching, her confidence palpable. She had long, layered curls that framed her face, a casual smirk playing on her lips. Her dark eyes scanned you up and down, lingering just a bit too long.

“You were killing it in there,” the girl said, her gaze locking onto yours.

“Had to come out and say hi before you disappeared into the night.”

Ellie stiffened beside you, her shoulders straightening as she watched the exchange.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, your voice light, though you could feel Ellie’s eyes burning into the side of your face.

“I’m Mia,” the girl said, leaning in slightly. “And you are?”

“Taken,” you said, without missing a beat, looping your arm through Ellie’s.

Ellie nearly choked, her wide eyes darting to you in shock. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it when you glanced at her with a knowing smile.

Mia blinked, her smirk faltering for a split second before she stepped back. “Oh, uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to intrude.”

“No harm done,” you said breezily. “But yeah, this one”—you gave Ellie’s arm a gentle squeeze—“is all mine.”

Mia nodded, clearly caught off guard. “Got it. Well, have a good night, then.”

She walked away, and the air felt suddenly lighter. You turned to Ellie, who was staring at you like you’d just grown a second head.

“What?” you asked, grinning.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Ellie stammered. “You just… told her I was… we were—”

“I felt like it,” you said, shrugging as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Ellie gawked at you. “You felt like it?”

“Yeah,” you said, stepping closer to her. “She wasn’t really my type anyway.”

Ellie swallowed, her mind spinning. “And… what is your type?”

You tilted your head, your grin softening. “Hmm. I don’t know. Maybe someone cute.”

Ellie blinked, her heart skipping several beats as you leaned in just slightly.

“Someone like you, maybe,” you added, your voice barely above a whisper.

And with that, you turned on your heel, calling over your shoulder, “Come on, let’s go before the cabs are all taken!”

Ellie stood frozen for a moment, her brain scrambling to catch up. Then, shaking herself out of it, she hurried after you, her face red and her thoughts louder than the city noise around her.

The elevator ride up to your apartment was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old machinery. Ellie stood beside you, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets, her mind still reeling from what you’d said outside the club. Every time she glanced at you—your confident stance, the lingering flush on your cheeks, the way your skirt caught the dim lighting—her heart thudded harder in her chest.

When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, you stepped out with a playful spring in your step, glancing back at her with a grin. “You coming?”

Ellie blinked. “Uh, yeah.”

She followed you down the hallway, her stomach knotting when you stopped in front of your door. She fully expected you to wave her off and head inside, but instead, you unlocked it and held it open, tilting your head at her.

“Wanna come in for a bit?” you asked casually, like it wasn’t sending her brain into overdrive. “I’m not ready to call it a night yet.”

Ellie hesitated. “I mean… don’t you wanna, like, wind down or something? I don’t wanna bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” you said with a shrug, stepping inside. “Come on, Ellie. Or are you afraid of hanging out alone with me?”

That last line hit her like a sucker punch, and she flushed, quickly stepping inside to avoid your teasing smirk.

Your apartment smelled faintly of vanilla and something floral—your perfume, maybe. It was cozy and warm, with soft lighting and little touches of pink scattered around, just like you. Ellie shoved her hands back into her pockets, unsure of where to stand or what to do with herself.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you said, slipping off your cropped jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair. The movement made your fur tube top shift slightly, and Ellie looked away quickly, her cheeks burning.

She hovered awkwardly near the couch until you sat down and patted the cushion beside you. “Don’t just stand there like a statue. Sit.”

Ellie obeyed, sinking into the plush couch and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. You turned to her, tucking one leg beneath you as you leaned closer.

“So, did you have fun tonight?” you asked, your voice softer now.

Ellie nodded, still avoiding your gaze. “Yeah. I mean, I’m not much of a club person, but it was fun… with you.”

Your smile widened at that, and you nudged her arm. “See? I told you my friends would like you. You’re not as much of a loner as you think.”

She let out a small laugh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Maybe.”

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm, talking about the night, the music, the people. Ellie found herself opening up more than she expected, her usual guardedness slipping away in your presence. You were magnetic, pulling her in without even trying.

At some point, your hand rested on her knee, a casual touch that sent electricity through her entire body. She froze, her mind spiraling as you leaned closer, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You know,” you said, your voice dropping just slightly, “you’re cute as hell when you’re all flustered like this.”

Ellie’s breath hitched, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure you could hear it. “I—uh…”

You didn’t wait for her to finish whatever garbled excuse she was trying to come up with. Instead, you closed the small gap between you, your lips brushing against hers.

Ellie stiffened for a fraction of a second before melting into the kiss, her hands hesitantly finding their way to your waist. She could taste the faint sweetness of your lip gloss, feel the warmth of your skin under her fingertips.

When you finally pulled back, your faces still inches apart, you smiled. “Told you,” you whispered, “cute as hell.”

Ellie stared at you, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. “I… you—”

You grinned, pressing a finger to her lips to shush her. “You don’t have to say anything. Just stay a little longer, okay?”

Ellie nodded, her mind still spinning but her heart full, as you leaned into her again.

The air between you and Ellie was thick with an unspoken tension, the kind that had been building since the moment you invited her inside. The kiss had sparked something, something neither of you could ignore.

You leaned in again, but this time your movements were more deliberate, your hands gently cupping her face as you kissed her slowly, deeply. Ellie's hands were still tentative, unsure of where to touch, but she let them trail down your side, feeling the softness of your skin beneath your shirt.

You pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, the corner of your lips curling into a teasing smile. "You're not as shy as I thought," you said, your voice low, the words laced with an edge of playfulness.

Ellie flushed, but the way she looked at you, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, told you everything you needed to know. She was drawn to you, pulled in by your warmth, by the way you made her feel alive in a way she'd never felt before.

"I'm not," Ellie said, voice barely above a whisper, her hands now resting on your hips, her fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of your skirt. "But you're making me feel... a little crazy."

You chuckled, running your thumb over her bottom lip, feeling it tremble slightly under your touch. "I like that," you murmured. "I like making you feel crazy."

You leaned in again, this time more forcefully, more insistent, and Ellie met you halfway. She kissed you back, her hands now gripping your waist, pulling you closer. You let her, your bodies aligning in a way that felt so natural, so right.

You broke the kiss to trail your lips down her neck, nipping at the delicate skin there, and Ellie gasped, her fingers tightening around you as she tilted her head back, giving you more access. She was melting beneath your touch, and it drove you wild.

"Ellie," you breathed, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes again. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." You watched her cheeks flush even deeper, her eyes darkening with desire.

She didn't say anything at first. Instead, she reached for your hand, guiding it down to her thigh, her touch soft but firm, urging you to move further. "I think I have an idea," she whispered, her breath shallow, her body pressed against yours.

You could feel her pulse under your fingertips, feel how close she was to breaking. You smiled against her skin, the heat between you building again as you kissed her, this time more urgently, more greedily. Ellie responded in kind, her hands roaming, her fingers tugging at your clothes as if she couldn't get enough of you.

And for once, neither of you cared about the consequences. All that mattered was the moment the two of you, together, lost in the feeling of something more than just attraction. Something deeper. Something that, for the first time in a long while, felt real.

When you finally pulled away, you grinned, breathless. "So, how do you feel now?" you asked, your voice a teasing whisper, your hands still holding her close.

Ellie smiled, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Like I'm about to make a very bad decision," she said with a laugh, though there was no doubt in her voice that she didn't want to stop.

"Good," you whispered. "Because I'm not letting you go anytime soon."

And in that moment, Ellie knew she wouldn't want to escape if she could.

There you were, your face between her legs as you kissed her thighs gently. You looked up at her giving her a warm smile that made her melt even more. Oh, she was about to fucking lose it.

It was literally just yesterday night when you’d first spoken to her, and now here you were, between her legs, looking as beautiful as ever. To Ellie, you were nothing short of a goddess, an angel sent straight from heaven—except, maybe, one dipped in a soft, pink glow, shimmering with an almost otherworldly light.

You looked at her one last time, seeking permission, and she nodded softly, her hand gently resting on your head to give you a reassuring pat. 

Without hesitation, you leaned in, your lips brushing against her skin before you slowly let your tongue trace along her, savoring every moment. Both of you were lost in the moment, floating on cloud nine. You savored every inch of her as she arched her back, her hands hesitant at first but then gripping your hair gently. It was a sensation unlike any other, pure and intoxicating.

You tasted Ellie like she was the sweetest indulgence, each moment deliberate, each movement electrified. Your eyes remained fixed on her, captivated by the way her pleasure unfolded—a delicate mix of surrender and ecstasy, written in every arch of her back, every gasp that escaped her lips. It was mesmerizing, the kind of beauty that felt crafted just for you. The realization sent a spark through you, heat pooling low in your stomach as you pressed closer, craving more of her in every way.

Your tongue worked in an unhurried rhythm, alternating between delicate flicks and firm, insistent pulls that had Ellie arching against your touch. Her clit throbbed beneath your mouth, her taste rich and addictive, leaving a sheen on your lips that felt like a mark of devotion. She was intoxicating, each sound she made sinking into your skin, her body responding to you like it was meant for this. And later, when the moment passed and words found their way back, you’d tell her the truth—nothing else had ever felt this right.

Slowly, you pushed her shirt up, and she caught the edge between her teeth, baring her stomach to you with a quiet vulnerability that made your heart race. Her green eyes, shimmering with an unspoken intensity, locked onto yours, her gaze a blend of wonder and desire. She looked utterly breathtaking, a vision of raw beauty that left you spellbound. As your hands ventured higher, fingertips grazing the softness beneath her chest, her breath hitched, her body reacting to your touch like it had never known tenderness before. The way her eyes glistened—filled with trust, passion, and something deeper—made you feel like you were discovering the sacred.

Her mouth fell open, a loud, unrestrained moan spilling from her lips as her body tensed, the sound reverberating through you like a melody. Her shirt slipped back down, settling into place as she came undone, leaving her breathless and utterly radiant in the aftermath.

"God… you're so beautiful like this," you murmured, your voice soft but weighted with awe. Ellie’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath hitching at the unexpected compliment. She wasn’t used to being called beautiful—pretty, even less so. But coming from you, someone she secretly believed was the embodiment of perfection, the words struck her deeper than she could have ever imagined. She ducked her head slightly, her lips twitching into a shy smile as she tried to process the overwhelming warmth blooming in her chest.

"Do you want me to...?" she asked, her voice hesitant, laced with a mix of uncertainty and desire. Her gaze flickered to yours, searching for an answer.

You shook your head with a soft smile, your voice steady and warm. "I'm fine, Ellie. I just want to make you feel good."

But Ellie wasn’t fine with that. Not entirely. She wanted more than to just take; she wanted to show you, to give back, to make you feel the way you made her feel—wanted, cherished, undone.

Ellie shifted, sitting up on your couch with a newfound determination in her eyes. She reached out, her fingers curling slightly as she gestured for you to come closer. You moved toward her, and she let her hands trail along your sides, her touch reverent, as though she were memorizing every curve of you.

Her gaze lingered, soaking in every detail, and for a moment, she simply stared, awestruck. Then, with deliberate tenderness, she reached for the hem of your top, her fingers brushing against your skin as she began to lift it, her breath hitching like she was unwrapping something magical.

You smiled softly, a flicker of confidence dancing in your eyes as Ellie’s gaze lingered on your bare skin. Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching as though she were looking at something she could scarcely believe was real. You knew you looked good—better than good—and the way she was staring only confirmed it.

Her hands hovered for a moment, uncertain but yearning, and you reached out, gently guiding her touch to you. “It’s okay,” you murmured, your smile deepening. “I’m all yours.”

Something inside her broke free the moment the words left your lips: I’m yours. Ellie surged forward, her lips crashing into yours with an intensity that made your heart stutter. Her hands roamed over your chest, not shy, not hesitant—just desperate to feel, to claim.

She pushed you back, guiding you onto the couch as she hovered over you, her weight grounding you in the moment. Breaking the kiss, her lips found the curve of your neck, her breath warm and unsteady against your skin. She inhaled deeply, her nose brushing against your collarbone as though she could memorize your very essence.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered, the words muffled but heavy with conviction. To Ellie, everything about you—your touch, your scent, the way you looked at her like she was the only one who mattered—was nothing short of magic. And right now, this moment, with you beneath her and the world forgotten, felt utterly sacred.

"Can I go faster?" she asked, her voice laced with care. You nodded in response, a smile tugging at your lips as you felt her attention on you. You couldn’t help but appreciate how she made you feel so at ease. She was everything you’d ever hoped for—gentle, loving, but undeniably skilled in ways that took your breath away.

Her fingers pumped faster, curling and stretching you in ways that had you seeing stars. The couch beneath you shook as she picked up the pace, her movements becoming more frantic. “You're so perfect…” She panted, her breath hot against your ear.

Her free hand reached up to entwine with yours, removing them from her neck, and pinning it above your head as she continued to fill you with her touch. Her fingers moved faster, hitting spots inside you that made you arch your back and cry out. She could feel your nails digging into her arm, holding on for dear life. 

She smiled at your reaction, enjoying the way your body responded to every motion of her fingers. You were just perfect. That’s all she could describe you and this shared moment. You're making the most beautiful noises, her feather-light kisses along your neck… Her next movement pressed against your g-spot, making you shudder.

She found that spot inside you again, rubbing slowly as she curled her fingers upwards. You let out a guttural moan, your body tensing beneath hers as you tried to pull her hand closer. She chuckled softly, the vibrations against your sensitive flesh making you whimper.

Her smile widened mischievously as she heard your whimper. "Look at those pretty eyes rolling back..." She picked up the pace as she sought out that spot again. You thrashed beneath her, your nails raking across her tatted arm. You had always admired her tattooed arm from a distance, but now, being this close, you couldn’t help but notice the way the marks you left on her skin seemed to intertwine with the art on her arm. It was like a piece of her, forever etched in both ink and touch. You wished you could savor this moment forever.

Ellie grinned as she felt your body trembling beneath her, pushing you closer to the edge with each skilled stroke. "Almost there baby?" She whispered, her thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles.

Your whole world narrowed down to the feeling of her fingers inside you and her thumb on your clit. You felt like you were going to explode, your vision blurring as you screamed out in ecstasy. Your pussy clenched around her fingers, milking them for all they're worth as your orgasm crashes over you.

She purred, continuing to stroke through your release, drawing out your pleasure. You were a mess beneath her, your legs shaking and your nails having shredded her arm to ribbons. She smiled, pulling her hand out and admiring the way your essence coated her fingers.

"You okay?" she whispered, her voice soft like the caress of the night wind. She pulled you gently into her lap, your head resting on her chest, your hair tangling in her fingers.

"Never better, Ellie," you whispered back, a smile curving on your lips, the warmth of her touch wrapping around you like a blanket. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythm of her heartbeat and the quiet, steady pulse of the moment.

In her arms, everything felt right. Her presence was a melody, calming your restless thoughts, making you feel like you belonged exactly where you were. The world, in that fleeting moment, was nothing but the two of you, suspended in time, untouched by anything but the softness of each other’s breath.

"You're perfect," she murmured, the words drifting between you like a secret, and you let them linger in the air, a promise that needed no reply.

For a while, there was only silence—beautiful and infinite, woven together by the bond you shared. And in that quiet, you realized you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[femmeroll]

please could you write sevika dating a ballerina reader??? it can be headcanons (nsfwplss) or a short fic or whatever you like, thank uuu 🩷

i adore this!! thank u for the request my lovely ♡

sevika x ballerina!reader

cw: smut & fluff, hyperfemme reader, butch sevika, oral (r!receiving)

when sevika meets you, it’s like something out of a cheesy rom-com. it’s the middle of a cold, grey winter, and there you are at the bus stop. hair in a tight bun, legs adorned with light pink tights, and a frilly leotard to match. your zip-up jacket doesn’t conceal you at all from the bitter weather.

the second sevika sees you, she starts unzipping her heavy winter coat. the temperature was piercing, but she didn’t care. there was a cute ballerina freezing to death right next to her!

“hey…would you wanna borrow this? it’s way too cold for a light jacket like that, don’t want you to get sick or something.”

and the second you see sevika, light blush on her face with a hand outstretched to offer her jacket, a thousand lightening bolts shock your heart. you don’t yet know who this incredibly kind a wickedly handsome person is, but you know in your gut that you will find out.

you get sevika’s number so that you can ‘meet up’ to give her the coat back.

sevika asks you out after texting back and forth for a few days. she invites you to a cute cafe in town, one of those pretty ones that are covered in plants and vintage art.

you bring her coat to return it, but she insists that you keep it.

she pays for your drink and your pastry without hesitation. sevika is fidgeting with her sleeves the whole time. acting all shy as if she’s some high schooler who’s about to hold hands with a girl for the first time.

the two of you spend a whole afternoon getting to know each other. you learn all about her mechanic job and her two dogs and how she really likes doing crossword puzzles. she learns about how you’re a professional ballerina and you spend all your time at the dance studio.

sevika is so smitten it’s unreal. and when she sees you wearing her jacket when your ready to leave, she knows its game over. her heart can’t take it.

dating sevika is a literal dream. she’ll take you to every rehearsal and be in the front row of every single performance.

after every performance she greets you with a bouquet of flowers and the proudest smile plastered on that handsome face of hers.

“you were amazing as always, baby. i was cheering your name so loud at the end! did you hear?”

sevika will rub your sore feet after you’ve been in point shoes all day. every dancer knows just how fucked up your feet can get from those things. she’ll help you soak them in a salt bath and raise them up while she gently massages the pain away. she’s always gentle with you.

sevika prefers date nights at home. her perfect evening with you includes cooking you dinner, eating with you in the living room while watching a movie, and splitting you open in bed.

on the topic of the bedroom…

the first time having sex with sevika is after dance rehearsal. you come to her apartment exhausted and stressed about an upcoming performance.

while you’re trying to rant to your girlfriend, she gets a little distracted. every inch of your gorgeous body is on display in your tight leotard. and the way your legs are clothed in those sexy tights…she wants to eat you alive.

“…and the choreographer was being ridiculous. my feet were sickled for maybe half a second and-”

“can i help you relax?” sevika interrupts.

she gently grabs your hips with a smirk, peeling the straps of your leotard down.

“so worked up, aren’t you babe? let me make you feel better, please.”

sevika frees you from your tight dance clothes and nearly moans at the sight of your body. bare and needy, and it’s all for her. she gently lays you down on her bed, kisses trailing from your lips and throat to your stomach and thighs.

she licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, warm tongue sending shockwaves through your veins. she groans at the taste, greedily lapping at your pussy. she can’t get enough of the sweetness of you. and your cunt is nearly drooling over the way she eats you like you’re her last meal.

“god, you taste so damn good,” she growls into you, eyes dark as she pushes her tongue inside you. her nose rubs on your clit with every movement.

you’ve never cum so quickly in your entire life. watching her eat your pussy like a woman starved, the feeling of her hot tongue, her nose on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. it’s no wonder your eyes are rolling back into your skull after only a few minutes.

you clench around her tongue, whimpering out her name as she works you through your orgasm. once you start squirming from overstimulation, she comes up to kiss you.

“that make you feel better, baby?”

[lorimnnn]

masterlist + about me !!!

𝐈’𝐦 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐧!! ♥ 

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!  𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 

𝐒𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

SLASHERS (films):

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Hyperfemme Bimbo Girlfriend

Ex-Babysitter!Reader part 1

Ex-Babysitter!Reader part 2

Ex-Babysitter!Reader part 3

Ex-Babysitter!Reader part 4

*part 5 has been in my drafts for so long... I’m so super sorry! If you were waiting this whole time, unfortunately I don’t think I will ever finish it or release it :(

Sinclair Brothers (House of Wax)

Reverse Harem Drabble!

Ghostface (Scream)

Ethan Landry Drabble

Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

KILLERS (dbd):

Ghostface

Unrequited Love

Crybaby Reader

Trickster

Crybaby Reader

The Oni

Reader takes off their shoes!

Taking pity on a new survivor

The Huntress

Taking pity on a new survivor

The Hillbilly

Taking pity on a new survivor

The Wraith

The Trapper

The Knight

MARVEL

YANDERE IMAGINES 

Nerd!Yandere 

Your man’s the only one who knows you’re a freak

MONSTERFUCKER IMAGINES (COMING SOON)

Mermaid!Yandere 

Werewolf!Yandere

ALIENFUCKER IMAGINES (COMING SOON)

DRABBLES

Asking your man to slap you a little

I wanna be fucked like you’re the slut!

Thinking about a forbidden man who matches your freak

CONFESSIONS OF A ROMANTIC (COMING SOON)

This is a new section I want to experiment with. See, my special interest is love in all forms. The yearning kind, the pining kind, the crush kind, even the unrequited kind. Sometimes the obsessive kind.

When you’re writing a lot of demented, unhinged fiction and sort of marinating in very specific hashtags, it becomes so easy to lose touch with reality. I’ve seen a scary amount of new-gen femcels spawn as a result of the past few years, and I want my space to be an occasional reminder that real love exists too. Assuming that you might scroll and scroll and scroll my feed, I want you to stumble upon a real, authentic snapshot of feeling in it’s rawest, truest form. Please send messages about how much you love your partner! The romantic tea brewing in your life! All of the above! 

If this doesn’t work out, then I don’t mind. But I’d love to see where it goes.

ASK BOX

Finally, my inbox is open! I’m mostly open to any kinds of requests, but I have a few absolute no-nos. If you intend to send in a request, please read!

No pedophilia. Age gap is okay but for all ancient beings for example, the reader will not be ‘small, petite and skinny’. i know what you’re doing.

No piss/fecal kinks (however, period kinks are okay)

No discrimination (racism, ableism, homophobia etc.)

Please be polite! 

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬?

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!

[cherry-coffees]

Meet Cherry!

Basics

18 yr old university student

Long hair, green-hazel eyes, soft features, 5'8"

Hyperfemme lesbian: usually wearing sundresses, bows, ribbons, flare leggings, baby pink/white color palette

Ambivert, Gemini, INFP

Very soft-hearted personality; kind, empathetic, people pleaser

Likes

Music: Pop princess music + kpop girl groups

Hobbies: writing (obviously), reading, learning languages (fluent in English, know some French/Korean), philosophy, playing video games, listening to music

Food: cherries (obviously), onigiri, seafood, noodles, steak, potatoes, rice, strawberries, chocolate, cauliflower, mushrooms, tacos, nectarines

Coffee or Tea: (iced) coffee, but I love bubble tea

Fun Facts

I've been writing since I was very little and never stopped!

My first fandom was Miraculous Ladybug (when I was 13), and that's how I started writing fan fiction

I've been a top student throughout my whole life

I'm very warm. Literally warm. My friends cling to me when it's cold like I'm a human furnace. I also sleep in short pajamas bc I'm very warm when I sleep

I am American but hope to move someday

I have generalized anxiety disorder

I LOVE CATS!!! My kitty is 11, and I adore her

One of my biggest skills is being vulnerable + talking about my emotions. My AP English teachers all said that it's what makes my writing sound so sincere

My spirit animal is a bunny: soft, cutesy, very anxious animals. They also just thump their feet when they're annoyed and that's very me. If I'm annoyed or jealous I just sulk

My love language is touch! I'm extremely affectionate <3

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

you feed the genderfluid me. i love reading schlatt fics dressed as a man, then reading fics dressed as a woman. please keep feeding me.

im gonna print this and hang it next to my degree

anyway, the fellas with a genderfluid/genderqueer/genderfuck partner, let's go

SCHLATT

if youre not big on giving a shit about pronouns, mans goes with she/they unless making a haha gay, then he/they

frankly very confused but accepting anyway

early on gets you bracelets/hoodies/some sort of marker so he doesnt have to ask about your gender that day cause he doesnt know how to be polite about it

buys you so many dresses

buys you funky suits to match his normal ones

so many shoes

youve opened this mans eyes to infinite possibilities when it comes to spoiling his partner

his monkey brain goes AWOOGA!!!!!!! everytime he sees you dress up no matter what way

buys you jewelry and makes fun of you for being a bimbo like ted and charlie

calls you his wife if youre okay with it, and will drop a "handsome husband" every once in a while

in case of a big tragedy in which you can guilt trip him, you can get him to wear a skirt but there is no guarentee that he wont immediately rip it off like a toddler before you see fully

TED

more understanding and educated than schlatt

JEWELRY!!! DRESSES YOU THE FUCK UP!!!!! YOU TWO WILL SLAY BOOTS CUNT THE HOUSE DOWN

calls you m'theydy cause he's lame like that (i love him so much) and thinks its funny

you give him a kiss every time he does it cause he's so cute and happy when he does it

accidental pavlovian training is so easy with him i feel

big dumb puppy energy (it's okay, me too)

will beg you to dress up femme to go to parties so youre obviously the hottest couple but also gives in very quickly if you just want to be stunning in matching suits

always has to match rings and necklaces with you

you can probably convince him to wear skirts or dresses with you occasionally

CHARLIE

most educated and (i almost said qualified) open of all of them

will call you m'theydy too cause he's a loser that we love, but mostly when he comes up behind you and throws down some awesome kisses on your head and face cause you make him feel infinite love with your infinite gender

he's yousexual

most likely to just drop that youre his boyfriend-girlfriend-partner as he would put it, and shorten to boygirlpartner before deciding to just go with partner

willing to wear skirts and dresses as soon as you ask, as long as you wear a matching outfit

LIVES for revered hyperfemme and hypermasc couples

THIS WAS RUSHED BUT I WANTED TO GET IT OUT THERE CAUSE I HAD DELICIOUS IDEAS AND WANTED TO KEEP MY GENDERFLUID SIBLINGS FED AND WATERED

[genderkoolaid]

people just think there are sooooo many "trans-identified females" nowadays because now that there is more trans visibility (and less systematic sexism, thinking about that post where it says "the reason you think trans men never existed before recently is bc for a long time before now women and "women" had far less rights and access to things needed for transition") , transmascs and trans men are now becoming as visible as trans women have been. Cis people are only used to seeing trans women, hell, they're only used to seeing hyperfemme perfectly passing trans women, not even different kinds of trans women or non binary transfemmes.

its ironic that they see the rise in "TIFs" as being the product of misogyny, instead of thinking that perhaps the historical absence of transmascs could be the result of transphobic misogyny. but people only want to question transmasc erasure when they think of an answer that benefits them personally

[asterias-record-shop]

ok while we are here i know that bimbo spot is taken but i was just thinking of spencer reid dating a bimbo and i just died. like imagine nobody understanding how his perfect match seems to be the complete opposite of him, but she’s just so perfect for him. she’s like a breath of fresh air for him, worrying about things like her nails and the newest barbie makeup collab, and although people think there’s so substance to her she’s got a heart of gold under her amazingly fabulous good looks.

although she may not have all the knowledge spencer has for his work, she can see the toll it takes on him. she may not be able to help him work through the evidence or keep up in conversations with more intricate theories but she can always be an open ear while she tries to relax him with cuddles, a fuzzy blanket, and a rom-com or letting him vent while she paints his nails to match her own.

and when that isn’t enough she’s more than happy to let spencer find another type of relief. letting him fuck her pretty glossy lips like the perfect doll she is. she’s so eager to please him as well, loving to hear his praises of how good she’s doing for him, “such a smart girl for me, really know how to work that pretty little mouth for daddy”

outside of showering spencer with affection ALWAYS she buys him plenty of gifts as well. spencer got very used to coming home to see shopping bags by the door various times a week; he’s gotten into the habit of bringing them over to the living room so she can give him a proper haul. each time there will be at least one item in there for him. something small like maybe he mentioned he was low on body wash and she found one at target she just knew he’d smell amazing with or a cute sweater she saw that just screamed spencer!!!

and it goes the other way as well, spencer never expected to be so knowledgeable in makeup but he made it a point to know all he could about his princess. before they moved in together, he wanted to be able to buy her her favorite products so she had a set at his place for her so she wouldn’t have to worry about bringing them over. he also quickly learned that a cute lil pout would always win him over which is how he found himself getting his eyebrows tweezed, facials at least once a week, and if she added some puppy dog eyes he would definitely end up with a full face of makeup.

but anything his princess wanted, she’d have because he is utterly obsessed and in love with his hyperfemme bimbo girlfriend <3333

i can keep going forever and im so sorry this was so long but i’m like AHHHHHH 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

OKAY SO I WAS GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING TO GO ALONG WITH THIS BUT TINK JUST MADE IT PERFECTLY. I NEED EVERYONE TO SEE WHAT THEY DID, MUCH LOVE!

[intoaflower]

“turn me into a flower” ❀⋆.ೃ࿔

**DNI IF YOU ARE…

a man, racist, homophobic, transphobic

hiii dear, welcome to my blog!! thanks for stopping by, here’s a little collage with some of my favorite paintings + cutesy pics of abbyyy :) !!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ some basic facts about me ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚

you can call me laith 💋

☀️ leo 🌙 capricorn ↑ virgo

she/her/they, lesbian, hyperfemme, enfj personality type

✮ ⋆ ˚｡ my favorite media! (no order) ⋆｡°✩

films: novitiate (2017), edward scissorhands (1990), bottoms (2023), but i’m a cheerleader (1999)

books: the bright falls series - ashley herring blake (personal fav is astrid parker doesn’t fail ❀), you exist too much - zaina arafat, the song of achilles - madeline miller

painters: artemisia gentileschi (1593-1692) edmund blair leighton (1852-1922), john william waterhouse (1849-1917), edward robert hughes (19851-1914), munir fahim (1935-1983)

₊˚⊹ music (no order) ᰔ

i adore music so much. so this category has always been and will always be ever changing and evolving. these are just who have been on repeat/in my daily rotation these days.

artists: weyes blood, jeff buckley, lana del rey, mazzy star, ethel cain, frank ocean, cocteau twins, the marias, hozier, clairo, fiona apple, alice phoebe lou, searows, paramore, billie eilish, chappell roan, boygenius, deftones, radiohead, fka twigs (and many, many more)

⋆ ˚ ꩜ random dump about me! ｡⋆୨୧˚

i find a lot of joy in creating— whether it’s through painting, illustrating, writing poetry or little narratives, or shaping clay with my hands. i love getting lost in a good book, and adorning the pages of my journal with endless yap. i love finding the time to go on a long walk with no real destination.

video essays are one of my fav things ever. my favorite colors are pink and green. i love thrifting, floor time, slow evenings, and naps. manifestation is intentionally a part of my everyday routine. i live and serve for women and the female gaze only. i’m very chalant and sensitive. i’m all for protecting studs, butches, the dolls, and mascs.

depthful conversations are the key to my heart, both platonically and romantically. i care deeply about human connection, about people feeling seen, and it means a lot to me when i could make that happen— even in the slightest. so if you ever feel that you want to reach out; please do. i’d love to know you and hear you.

[duchessbian]

i do take so long to get ready and i’m not even like hyperfemme i’m just slow 😭

[huntermanor]

Whimsigothic masc. fashion icons

I complaint a lot about fashion things online, mostly because I can, but I never actually do anything to make things better so I thought today i'll take one of my criticisms of one of my fave aesthetics and actually do something for once.

I always thought online aesthetics in general clearly catter to femme presenting and hyperfemme ppl, which is awesome! Feminine fashion tends to allow for more creativity and any attempt at being more butch or masculine tends to either end up not reading as that aesthetic or being quite feminine either way. Whimsigothic, a fashion style I've seen online for a long time and I consider myself a part of (to some extent) is very, very feminine. As someone who likes more masculine clothes sometimes, I refuse to bow to this idea!!

So, to help mascs and butches enter online aesthetics (and to help any cis men that might want to stop dressing boring but still masc) I decided to try and nail down some aspects of whimsigoth that can be used in masculine clothing. Here's a list and i'll add photos too of some characters for inspo (feel free to add more!!)

Shirts: shirts in dark colors like plum, burgundy, dark blue, emerald green, even mustard yellow, white and black. Prince or pirate style blouses should be enough to sell the vintage, gothic inspiration, with frilly necks and bigger sleeves. Extra points if they're patterned. Now I personally prefer shirts unbuttoned slightly because I like my style to feel more laid back and chill in a way, but this is up to you!

Pants: tight, dark pants, made of leather or even velvet if you manage to find them, are a good option to give a gothic, ancient vibe. I think looser, balloon pants don't get utilized enough specially by men so they could also be a good option and could serve to add the Stevie Nicks' esque flare to the outfit.

Jewelry: same jewelry as the girls. stop being a pus' and wear those long ass necklaces if you like. Or don't if you don't!

Shoes: tall boots are an obvious choice, but vintage and thrifted dress shoes can also work. Sandals for the summer might be a good option if you manage to find some that look somewhat vintage and ancient, and a little whimsical.

Jackets: vintage and thrifted looking jackets are best. If you look at some whimsigothic inspiration leather isn't always present but a long leather coat might be a good choice, however if you can find jackets that have patterns and more glamorous details like brocades or embroidery then go for it.

Other stuff: dress vests are a must. The whimsigoth aesthetic is not one that's very easy to pull off in a chill way (ask me how I know!) but you can definetly try if you go back to the inspiration. And obviously, experiment! Whimsigoth has so many inspirations and drinks from many things so don't be afraid to explore those and even other aesthetics that might be similar. Make the style your own!!!

Here's some inspo I think can be usefull for my mascs wanting to look a little teen-witchy:

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{Masterlist!! created - 5/13/25}

updates/posts: I try to post daily! If not, then twice a week - once a week, it just depends on how active I am!!

updated on: 6/22/25

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ALNST

alnst actor!au

vulnerable luka blurb

asthma-attack comfort w/ luka

luka-blurb redo!

last day together angst w/ luka

relationship hcs w/ luka

break-up prank w/ luka

birthday ft. luka

confessing during the alnst ft. luka (angsty)

terrible friend, luka comfort

first attempt at smth suggestive ft. luka

luka comforting overworked reader hcs

nsfw hcs w/ luka

alphabet hcs w/ luka

girlboss x malewife luka

on-stage personality luka blurb

unrequited love ft. luka

luka high school au!

luka jealousy hcs

hurt/comfort, argument w/ luka

stress-relief smut w/ luka

red flags v. green flags w/ luka

jealous smut w/ luka, overstim.

nsfw hcs w/ luka

fingering + hickeys w/ luka (nsfw)

flustered! reader x bf! luka blurb

down-bad fingering w/ luka (nsfw)

pianist! reader x violinist! luka

overworked reader comfort w/ luka blurb

oral on luka blurb

oral on luka pt.2

beaten up luka blurb

in need of comfort luka, stressed baby :<

siren luka smut blurb

sweet cuddly luka blurb

super long prompt ft. overworked reader + luka

clingy luka blurb

letting off steam ft. luka

abandonment issues ft luka

flirty luka blurb

baby-fever ft. luka

nastiest luka smut ^^

bunny luka smut pt.1

bunny luka smut pt. 2

angsty night-mare ft. luka

cuddling hcs ft. luka

first-time w/ luka

nightmare comfort w/ luka

comforting reader ft. nightmare w/ luka

familial vent w/ luka

first till fic!!

m!preg w/ luka? attempt

dom!luka x pup! reader

morning sex w/ hyuna wlw

comforting -> luka (5/23/25)

apocalypse ivan

shower smut w/ luka

luka + preg! reader

gentle touches pt.1

gentle touches pt.2

Kissing Ivan in secret

luka mirror sex

luka -> separation anxiety headcanons + rant!

nearly getting caught fucking w/ ivan

(ALNST is what my blog is currently MAINLY about. but feel free to request whatever you like about whatever fandom you like! if its one that I'm not too knowledgeable about, I'll do my research!)

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Things I'm pretty knowledgeable of and I'm open to writing for:

HOYOVERSE GAMES (like genshin impact, honkai star rail, and zzzero)

sunday heat-cycle smut (hsr)

JJK

NEON GENESIS EVANGELION

CSM

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

dazai + his wife fluff

chuuya + his s/o defending him

MOB PSYCHO 100

reigen + secretary smut pt.1

reigen + secretary smut pt.2

reigen x hyperfemme reader sfw

BLUELOCK

PERSONA

SKIP + LOAFER

TWISTED WONDERLAND

HEARTSLABYUL

heartslabyul x reader (seperate) birthday blurb

SAVANACLAW

OCTOVINELLE

SCARABIA

POMEFIORE

IGNIHYDE

DIASOMNIA

DRAMATICAL MURDER

..and others! If something you'd like to request is not present on this list, thats okay!! you can help add on!! request whatever you'd like !!!

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RULES!! (this list is long, just letting you know)

(fyi, I used a template to help answer generic questions. thx! -v)

content warnings:

are you okay with writing nsfw/do you plan to?

yes! I'm okay with writing NSFW, as long as the prompt you are suggesting includes an age appropriate character (18+) and does not include triggering topics. side note: its completely okay if you request kinks/fetishes, but anything like age play will IMMEDIATELY result in you getting blocked.

do you/how do you tag your triggers? so people can block them.

I will ALWAYS include a trigger warning or content warning, depending on the prompt in question. In the past, I did have an issue with an anon user who requested a story romanticizing self-harm. In these types of scenarios, I will address the situation and ask others to not request such a topic again.

do you plan to post a lot of ooc? if so, is there a certain tag you will use that partners can filter?

it depends on the request!

are you okay with writing toxic relationships/r*pe and other triggers?

toxic relationships - maybe. r*pe? absolutely not. SA? absolutely not. I CAN write comfort stories comforting the character or reader, but i will NEVER write about triggering situations occurring in the prompt.

etiquette:

can personals follow you? if they can, can they reblog/like threads?

yes, ofc! anyone is allowed to follow me! you guys are more than welcome to reblog my work, as long as you don't steal my work!

are you bothered by people requesting a lot of ooc?

no, not at all!

do you like to be reminded to respond to a thread? if so, how should they? (PM, inbox, discord, etc.)

from now on, if you've requested something and i havent completed it, you are more than welcome to DM me or send another request asking for updates!

about interacting/rping with you:

are you mutuals only?

no! anyone is allowed to interact w/ me! :)

will you roleplay crossovers, or only in-fandom?

i'm not really experienced when it comes to rping, but i wouldn't mind giving it a try!

speaking of, feel free to add my c.ai! we have 1mil+ chats!!! (thank you <3)

are there types of ships (or if you writing a canon muse, specific ships) you won’t write? such as large age gaps (recommend putting a number), etc.

i don't mind writing age-gap relationships, as long as its ofc consensual and of-age!

(I did my research for shipping.wiki names.. lol bear with me)

het ships, slash ships, femslash, poly, non-binary are okay! it just depends on the ship youre asking for, their canon-relationship v. what sort of relationship you want them to have, etc !

about me!

how old you are.

I'm currently 18! anyone 14+ is allowed to request, but if you are a minor and you request something nsfw, i will NOT be accepting your request!

a name you go by.

I go by Venus and/or Neptune! you can call me whatever you'd like, like vee, nep, neppie, veevee, etc!!

what languages do you speak? 

english is not my first language! german is actually my first language, as well as russian. i'm currently learning (attempting to) japanese and ASL! :)

any triggers/disorders you have!

anything that romanticizes SH, SA, or domestic/abusive relationships is a huge no-no!!!

for disorders, i have severe depression, severe anxiety, ED (eating disorder), and I'm kind of deaf in my left ear!! (random fact/TW: when I was in the 10th grade, I had gotten really sick during Thanksgiving break and my eardrum had burst)

pronouns you use!!

i use any pronouns! feel free to address me however you see me as! :)

race/ethnicity/gender/orientation.

I'm german and russian! I've alreaddy posted a face rev lol!!

i'm aro-ace, abroromantic! despite this, I'm (maybe?) still seeking romantic relationships?

any interests you have!

i'm really into alnst, pokemon, anime + manga, twisted wonderland, love and deepspace, etc !!

do you do commissions? for art/themes, etc. if so, how would one approach you?

omg yes !!! i really want to start taking commissions! i'm waiting for my ipad to come into the mail, then i'll be able to start doing commissions!

speaking of, i'm also planning on starting an small business/art-business soon!! I'll include my art acc in the links below :3

when i start, feel free to DM me on my art-acc insta, or here on tumblr!

links to other social media or other blogs on tumblr!

my main insta: @buuberry_00

my art acc/business insta: @buuberrys_art1

My X/Twitter -> @buuberrii_00

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♪.Ellie Fics (TLOU) ───

One Shots

01. glitters and cigarettes 𓏴𓏴 nsfw, loser ellie x hyperfemme reader 02. after a long day 𓏴𓏴 nsfw, pure smut 03. she gets the job done 𓏴𓏴 nsfw 04. backbeat 𓏴𓏴 sfw 05. kiss and tell (or not) 𓏴𓏴 sfw 06. what's your christmas wish? 𓏴𓏴 nsfw, younger e! 07. she won't go away... 𓏴𓏴 nsfw, ex gf & sub ellie 08. down, girl 𓏴𓏴 nsfw, toxic reader x loser ellie 09. ellie's fav hobby 𓏴𓏴 nsfw 10. under the surface (ft. abby) 𓏴𓏴 nsfw 11. riding/grinding on ellies tits 𓏴𓏴 nsfw 12. soft ellie hc 𓏴𓏴 nsfw

Multiple Parts / Series

01. in between the lines 𓏴𓏴 masterlist 02. dead girl walking 𓏴𓏴 part 1

Requests

🎼 coming soon... 𓏴𓏴

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(omg I accidentally unfollowed and refollowed ILY DONT MIND THE NOTIF)

ALSO LIKE. I FEEL LEFT OUT W THESE ANONS. Everyone has such rizz, I cannot compete as a very soft hyperfemme that gets flustered instead of being able to rizz

Um. I can make you cute bento boxes everyday and cling to you? and I can build cute houses in Minecraft? and ummm I can both yap and listen to yapping?

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Lets put our minecraft beds together, pretty girl. Rizzing me w your sweet, soft words of care and affection, beautiful. After a long day ill spoon u all night and whisper how youre too good for me and how well u take care of me. U can tell me all ab ur day and ill be there rubbing my hand into ur side, feeling ur soft skin till ur voice lulls me to sleep.