#a very shy butch

[bimiio]

Goobnite, Bimmy. You're so cute

- a very shy butch

YOU r so cute :3 u r da only one who actually said g’nite 2 me !!

[butchharts]

thinking about my best friend telling me that they used to have a crush on me but then I opened my mouth and their illusion of me shattered 😭 they thought I was this cool and mysterious person when in reality im very goofy and corny

[femmeidiot]

We wanna know your butch crushes sooooo badly

🤐 I'll never tell!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lavenderedhoney]

She shaved off her goatee for a change of pace but kept her mustache bc she's been feeling butch lately and it's really cute 🥰🥰🥰

[empyreasheart]

op doesnt know it but seeing axel referred to with fem terms is like soup for my soul. genderfluid axel is so real. roxas and xions big sister

[murdersoup]

Farcille is great and all, one of my fav ships for sure.. but kikimari is where it's at

Shy butch with very specific kinks. Tall flirty fem who will Eat Her Up !!

[thefemmeeros]

thinking about my butch coming home from a long day of work. i undo her tie and she flicks her eyes over my form, noting my outfit but seeing something in my eyes that tells her shh, play along, so she does. it's her favourite little flared skirt that's too short for me to wear out, a cropped baby tee with no bra underneath, and i shudder with the way her eyes linger on my hard nipples, with her hunger that flares in her pupils.

"sweet girl," she'll say, because she understands what i want, the games i want to play, and she wants nothing more than to give it—everything—to me. because she's mine, and i'm her princess. knowing this, i'll sink deeper into that floaty place where everything is okay. "daddy's had such a long day. come sit with me, baby."

she disappears to the bedroom for a moment—there the sound of a familiar cupboard door resonates and i wonder which one she's choosing. the naughty girl in me wants the biggest one, daddy's favourite—the one that can fill me up, the one that'll stretch me real good. i get wet just thinking about it.

when she emerges, still in her office attire, hair tousled from the day and eyes ravenous, she's sporting an obscene bulge that makes me swallow. she sits on the sofa slowly, eyes never leaving mine. when they do, when they drink me in, i find my home on her lap so she gets a better view. she hums, because i'm being a very good girl.

"i missed you," i murmur.

"you missed who?" she always insists on this. and i only get wetter when she does. she adjusts her leg against my bare pussy to feel it. my dirty daddy.

"daddy," i whisper, still shy. still feeling naughty. still revelling in that filthy feeling. "i missed daddy."

she flicks my skirt up and massages my ass, giving it a spank for being such a tease. after that, she gives me just what i need. she lets me sit on her big cock, but not before i give her a good suck, let her fist my hair while i listen to her groans as she watches my lips accommodate her.

then she bounces me on it, crooning how sweet and pathetic i am for needing daddy's cock like this, and when i come, she pinches my nipple just so.

(thinking about this because my butch just left for work. help♡)

[bimiio]

Am I allowed to come back? 😔

- a very shy butch

YES???????? did u think u were banished or sum?? it’s good 2 see u baby <3

[bitethehnd]

softbutch!julien x highfemme!reader hcs ♡

cw : sfw, afabfem!reader, petnames, butchfemme dynamics, disustingly cute fluff, musician!reader, curly hair!reader, pre-relationship and established relationship :) heavily inspired by this fic, go read it!

a/n : i realize this isn't for everyone, i love all my gnc / non-femme babies! if this dynamic doesn't apply to you, go ahead and skip! this is very self-indulgent and i didn't really think i'd every publish this, but you guys requested it in my poll! for all my butches and femmes, ily ♡

✧ from the moment julien's eyes locked with yours, she knew she had to meet you

˖ the day you two met was around four years ago. you were a small, nashville-born artist performing with your band in a local lesbian bar. the crowd wasn't huge, and the pay wasn't great, but you loved performing to people that shared that same connection with you. the feeling of growing up different and the alienation that came with it

˖ you were on the small stage in the back of the bar, singing your heart out to the small crowd. the people around were dancing and drinking, enjoying one of the only places they felt comfortable in. julien was amongst them, but she was alone. she had come to this small bar to get inspiration for her new album. she thanked the heavens above that she made that decision. she got to see you for the first time. you were the prettiest thing she had ever seen. she knew she would kick herself for the rest of her life if she didn't talk to you after your performance

˖ the deep red dress you wore was lacy and frilly, matching the pattern of your stockings. your hair was tied half back with a bow the same shade of crimson. you bounced around on stage like you had trained your whole life for it. the flawlessness and perfection of the way you sung pulled julien in, becoming mesmerized by your siren-like voice

˖ your eyes full of excitement scanned across the room curiously, observing everyone with interest as you sung into the microphone. as soon as your eyes connected with julien's, you felt a jitter in your lungs. she stood on the side of the stage, a glass of water in hand, just silently observing you with curiosity. she was beautiful. utterly handsome. she wore a white button down tucked into a pair of baggy blue jeans, black oxfords on her feet, and simple jewelry scarcely scattered around her body. you quickly took your eyes off her and to a random point around the room, feeling your face heat up. julien smiled at the sight and immediately knew she had to know you

˖ after your band finished the small show, you all headed into the back room of the bar. you all stored away your instruments to pick up later, as you all decided to mingle about the crowd and stay for a while. you grabbed your purse, put on a fresh coat of lip gloss and made your way back to the front. you stayed close to your guitarist, daisy, at the bar, feeling a bit overwhelmed in the presence of all the people there. you ordered a simple cherry coke, not feeling like being hungover tomorrow when you had to go back to your day job

˖ soon enough, daisy left you alone to go talk to a woman that caught her eye. you took small sips of your drink as you sat at the bar, doe eyes gazing around you. in that moment, you saw the handsome woman from before. she was engaged in a simple conversation with one of the other bartenders farther down from you. she turned her head, and you locked eyes again. she seemed to have a conflicting look on her face before excusing herself from the bartender and making her way over to where you sat. your eyes widened as she walked over, not expecting her to actually come and talk to you

˖ julien strolled over and stood next to you, setting her glass of water down on the bar top. she had a small smile on her face, almost a smirk, as she looked up at you. “hi, sweetheart. can i sit?” you quickly nodded your head in confirmation. you turned your body to the side to face her as she sat, a shy smile on your face. she was even prettier up close. “i’m y/n! it’s nice to meet you,” you said gently. “i’m julien, nice to meet you too, sweetheart. your performance was wonderful,” she said softly, her confidence slowly deteriorating. she could hardly think when all she smelled was your vanilla perfume. “oh god, thank you! i’m glad someone was listening. usually, my band only plays small shows so it’s hard to get people engaged.” god, you were adorable. “of course. it would be hard not to listen, your voice is so beautiful. i’m in a band myself, actually.”

˖ thus began the meaningful conversation about music and your own bands. julien told you she was a part of boygenius. you revealed that you knew of the band’s ep released two years prior and loved the music. you even knew a couple of her solo songs and told her your favorites. this made julien smile brightly and the connection deepened

˖ eventually, your other bands members came up to you and said they were leaving after about 30 minutes of conversing with julien. you were disappointed but bid her goodbye. before you could make an exit, she grabbed your bicep gently to hold you back. "could i... get your number?" she asked with hope. you immediately nodded your head with an excited smile, typing your number in her phone, putting a little heart by your name. she grinned at your cuteness. just before you left, you pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. she touched the spot absentmindedly as she walked to her car, a red print of lips stuck to the apple of her cheek

✧ julien courting you

˖ your meeting at the bar was the first, but definitely not the last time you saw julien. the next day, she quickly texted you as she woke up. she wanted to text you as soon as you left her sight the night before but didn't want to seem too eager. she shot you a message to let you know it was her before asking how you slept, ever the gentleman. you two quickly got caught in another conversation, both smiling on separate ends of the phone. she asked all about your hobbies. she learned that you didn't just have an affinity for music, but also for art and history. she decided then and there that she had to take you to an art museum

˖ your text conversations went on like this for a few days. all you could do when chatting with her was lay on your stomach on your bed, kicking your feet and feeling your face heat up. you felt like a high schooler all over again. you constantly felt yourself biting the inside of your cheeks to stop the grin from spreading on your face every time a message from her popped up on the screen

˖ thus begun the start of your dates. julien followed through with taking you to an art museum, loving the way your face lit up with joy at all the paintings and sculptures. some frequent spots for the two of you were homey coffee shops (julien's favorite, obviously), magical gardens, taking hikes among beautiful trees, and just sitting and talking. it didn't matter what you two did, it just mattered that you were together

˖ julien adored the way you wrapped your arm around her bicep, when you let her drape her coat over your shoulders, the sweet kisses you pressed to her cheek. the smirk never fell from her face for hours after you did anything affectionate. you felt giddy every time she called you 'sweetheart' or 'pretty,' when she protectivly wrapped her arm around your waist in crowded spaces, or when brought you small gifts. she never came to get you empty handed. she always came to pick you up from your apartment complex, open the car door for you, and always had a gift waiting for you on the seat. some common ones were records you had talked about, flowers, books, or a new one of your favorite foods that changed every week. julien never missed the little things you said, always storing them into her memory for a later use

˖ you loved getting to know her. nights spent sitting on the roof of your apartment, gazing at the stars were your favorites. every little single thing about her was interesting to you, and vice versa. you loved hearing about the bands that inspired her to make music, her favorite tattoos, or funny stories from her childhood. she loved when you talked about your favorite stuffed animal you religiously slept with as a little girl, your ramblings about the pros and cons of lipgloss brands, or just how pretty the sky looked at a particular moment

˖ after about three weeks of seeing each other almost every day, she asked you to be her girlfriend. a little slow compared to most lesbian relationships, but julien wanted to find the perfect time to ask. she didn't wat this to be a whirlwind romance, she wanted seriousness and commitment. you were both willing to give it to each other. she took you to that art museum she remembered you saying you liked. you looked utterly gorgeous strolling around and gazing at all the paintings, curly hair tied with a bow swinging behind you. you two walked around for about an hour, her arm wrapped firmly around your waist. every time you commented about how pretty an art piece was, she'd reply with "not as pretty as you." it never failed to leave you more infatuated with her

˖ after the museum date, she took you to a beautiful park filled with the blooming flowers of spring. you gazed around in wonder, eyes taking in the pretty sight. julien sat you down on a park bench, turning to face you, clasping your hands into her own. you were a bit confused and the anxiety of her telling you she didn't want to see you anymore crept up. before you could voice your thoughts, she asked the question, "can i be your girlfriend?" you answered immediately with a loving kiss to her lips, which she took as a yes. after the moment of passion was over, she pulled out a small box from the pocket of her leather jacket. she handed it to you with a small, nervous smile on her face, telling you to open it. inside the red velvet box was a heart shaped necklace with the letter 'j' on it. she pulled up the sleeve of her jacket to reveal a matching bracelet, the heart having your initial on it instead

✧ when you’re dating, julien never stops falling in love with you, and you fall right with her

˖ even after you two get together, the dates never come to a stop. at least once a week, either you or julien plan something together. whether it be a cooking class, sitting in a field and sketching, or playing each other your new music

˖ after about two months of dating, she asks you to move in with her. lucy warned her it might be “too quick,” but julien wasn’t hearing any of it. she wanted to be around you all the time, completely infatuated. you weren’t much better. you joke that if she could crawl inside your skin and live there, she would. she doesn’t disagree, but she wasn’t going to tell you that

˖ now, as a butch, moving in is julien’s thing. she’s anxious and over-prepared when she shows up to your house the day of the move. she refused to hire moving men because she insisted she could “do everything a man could do and better.” she’s not wrong there, so you don’t protest. she disassembles all your furniture that you’re taking with you to her house with ease. she wasn’t lying when she said she was handy. and she refuses to even let you carry the lightest box, smirking and saying, “don’t want you to chip a nail.” you smack her on the back of the head and plop down on the ground, just watching her. you do sneak a couple boxes though…

˖ after you got all of your belongings loaded into the u-haul truck (ironic, i know), you set off to her house. during the whole drive, she rambled about where to put all the new furniture and how exciting it was going to be to live together. you just stared at her with loving eyes and a soft smile, nodding alone to whatever random thought popped in her head

˖ when you got to her apartment, she got all of your essential things in and decided she'd get the rest in the morning. while she did that, you rummaged through her cabinets to find something to cook for dinner. you picked a simple meal of spaghetti and meatballs. as she placed the last box down, you served the pasta at the dining table. she wiped the sweat from her face with the bottom of her shirt while you tried so hard to not stare at her abs, you failed. she gave you a cocky smile when she caught you but said nothing. you two sat and ate your first dinner in your shared apartment, basking in the glow of love

˖ the longer you two lived together, the more accustomed you guys got to a routine. you'd be the one to get up first in the morning, julien still snoring like a middle-aged dad, while you made breakfast. you'd gently shake her awake and lead her to the kitchen, tempting her with the aroma of coffee and bacon. she always swore you made coffee "better than dunkin,'" but you knew that was a lie. never get in the way of that woman and her dunkin' donuts. after breakfast, julien would go on a jog. while she did that, you read a favorite book of yours or plan out some new songs

˖ the list of pet names she called you lengthened every day. there was a rang of sweet ones, like baby, babe, princess, angel, sweetheart, honey, doll, etc. but she also called you ones you figured she pulled out of her ass, no idea where she even got the idea from. you knew they were all a joke and it made you laugh with disgust ever time. some are pookie (phoebe's idea, of course), snookums, the wife (your favorite), boss, the missus, sugar tits and punk. you have some for her too, but she defiantly wins in the pet name category

˖ dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, illuminated by the refrigerator light ♡♡♡ she puts on some records from the 50's and you slow dance until the sun comes up. she keeps a firm hand on your waist and yours on the shoulders, her twirling and dipping you just to hear you giggle in delight

˖ let me tell you, this woman cannot keep her hands off of you, especially when in public. she always has a hand on the small of your back, leading you through crowds. or her fingers interlaced with your while doing mundane things, like getting groceries or walking through the park. it intensifies even more when at your apartment. her hand acts like its glued to your thigh during movie nights or her hands around your waist, standing behind you while you're doing the dishes

˖ she loves loves lovesss watching you do your hair or makeup, even offering to help sometimes. you look so focused applying your mascara or gliding on lip gloss. she even lets you give her makeovers sometimes, but only with the premise of no pictures (you do sneak a few though). she especially loves doing your hair. she's as careful as possible, understanding your hair is hard to deal with and can be knotty at times. she knows by heart to "only brush it when it's wet!!!" she has straight hair, so she does extensive research on what products and techniques are best for your hair type. she adores putting little bows all over your curls

˖ overall, the relationship is healthy and so full of love. you and julien fit so well together, it's almost like you were crafted to be each other's soulmate

© bitethehnd ୨ ♡ ୧ let me know if you guys want more parts to this! i also wanna do highfemme!gf reader for all munagenius members so give me some ideasss

[littlelesbianintern]

I imagine all the tbirds are extremely protective of Cynthia. Their relationship is very fraternal so I picture it almost in a ‘we can make fun of you but if anyone else tries it they’re dead’ kind of way. like one time when they were children some other kid tried to make a joke about Cynthia in front of Shy Guy and now that kid avoids him at all costs and has done so ever since. there was once a guy who was really into Cynthia (not that Cynthia noticed) but Gil and Potato gave him a shovel talk that scared him so much he never actually tried to ask Cynthia out again. Richie was once dating a girl who made a comment about not liking Cynthia because they don’t act like other girls and Richie dumped her on the spot. and that’s why no one has ever made any comments about the fact that Cynthia dresses very masc or rides a motorcycle or how their personality is just very butch/masc in general because its an unspoken rule that you just don’t.

[milllersfae]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   butch!abby headcanons

content warning: dom!abby, strap referred to as a dick, ooey-gooey lesbianism, femme!reader, sfw and nsfw content. (please tell me if i missed anything!) minors do not interact.

a/n: this is completely self indulgent. i’m a simp okay? hopes this holds someone over while i write this bodyguard! fic <3

sfw

୨୧ hands are full of rings. she trades them out throughout the week to make sure all of them have been worn. she wears a special one you bought for her on her right index finger.

୨୧ she’s very simplistic in her dress. classic masc attire that’s a drawer full of wife-pleasers and hanes tees. when she likes to change it up she wears a vintage band tee or layer with a button up. she prefers sleeveless the most (for cocky reasons of course).

୨୧ she wears her hair down a lot more after you told her she looks pretty when her hair’s unbraided. she mostly wears it down in private with you, but takes her time fixing the braid when going out.

୨୧ when you go to the nail salon, she’s not the hugest fan of getting acrylic nails. “i’ll just wait with you, i’m sorry to disappoint.” abby furrows her brows, face pink with a tinge of guilt. “no no no—baby please get something, it’ll be fun!” she shrugs and opts in and gets a simple coat of yellow polish. “does it look good? you like it?” she asks, holding up her fingers to your face. you nod, smirk filling your face. “they look so pretty against your eyes!” you exclaim, holding your hands in hers.

୨୧ she likes going out with you places, eager to show you off. at parties, the both of you lock eyes and abby waves you over. you smile, coming over and find space to sit on her knee. she points the beer bottle in her hand to you. “have you guys met my gorgeous girlfriend yet?” your face goes warm as she boasts about you to others.

୨୧ she’s skilled at anything technical. from broken microwaves to poorly signaled tv’s, she’s a wiz. she likes sitting down and explaining to you how to fix things when she’s gone. “remember to screw all the plates back properly in place okay?” she points at a silver screw inside the tv server before twirling the screwdriver in the hole. “practice makes perfect.”

୨୧ she likes to do more docile tasks for you too. helping you with dinner drives her wild. she taps you for a knife, lovingly kissing your shoulder as you hand her the one on table, a toothy grin spouting from her lips. she diced onions and garlic on the cutting board, separating them neatly before bringing back to you.

୨୧ abby is a great driver. she’s even done uber a couple times (wasn’t really a fan, but always got good reviews). she’s so gentle with it you’ve fallen asleep in the car more times you can count.

nsfw

୨୧ shes not entirely stone butch, but definitely prefers servicing you. she’ll pat her lap, inviting you on. you abidingly sit, eager in her presence. she reached under your skirt, pressing two fingers to your damp core. “what does my sweet girl want today?” she whispers into your ear, watching her voice send a shiver down your spine. “i wanna ride your thigh, abs.” your voice runs low and shy as she holds you around her by your waist. “that’s cute. show me how bad you want it.”

୨୧ abby loves when your ass is hiked up in the air, lined up just right for her strap. the sight of your face pressed close to a pillow, arched waiting for her brings out something carnal. “you‘ve been waiting for this, ain’t that right? waiting for me to fuck you stupid.” she teases, rubbing the silicone against your slit. you squirm at the touch, grinding your opening into her. she puts a hand to your back, other circling your clit with her thumb. “you can’t stop coming back, can’t you?”

୨୧ she’s obsessed with eating you out. she gets so pussy drunk she lazily stares at you, your orgasm-ridden face barley focusing on her gaze. she could eat you for hours, often stuck between your legs, warmth of your thighs on her cheeks. you find yourself getting so overstimulated, trying to wiggle free from her grasp. she gently pinches her thumbs into your hips. she unlatches, soft lips grossed over in your fluid. her lidded eyes wavered over you with a furrow in her brow. “don’t run from it…fucking in love with this pussy…” she sucks at your clit as you clench with her between your legs, fingers cinched between her blonde strands.

୨୧ she’ll hear you showering, wanting to surprise you by coming in. she quickly sheds her clothes. knocking on the bathroom door. responding with a water-muffled ‘come in!’ she enters, slightly parting the shower curtain. she steps in and examines you for a moment, soapy bubbles sliding down the curves of your body. abby rinses you well, sweet wafts of glycerin coating your skin against her nose. she rubs soap into her hands before groping your breasts. you raise your arms in response, eyes fixed on her thick fingers slipping against the slick of your nipples. “don’t worry, i’ll get’ya clean.” she teases, placing wetted kisses along your back.

୨୧ she doesn’t care if she can’t feel it, your lips pursed on her strap makes her insanely wet. she places a hand on the back of your head, completely fixated on the look of your eyes glossy and hypnotized on the loom of her over you. “what a good girl, just so fucking cute.” she pushes in, watching your throat stretch against the girth of her dick.

[pinkygirliee]

Fic recs

So here are my favorite fics I’ve read this week. Hope you’ll like them! ♡

Ellie Williams

Nobody knows

Content: Spiderman! Ellie, cute, wholesome.

You send your best friend Ellie a nude

Content: it has 3 parts, suggestive.

Dealer! Ellie

Content: smut, use of strap, I loved this one, wish there was a part 2.

Stone butch ellie x hyper femme reader

Content: smut, fluff. It’s very wholesome.

Abby Anderson

Tolerate it

Content: angst without comfort, based off a Taylor swift song (love Taylor), reader being taken for granted.

A fool to want you

Content: (I’m obsessed. I want someone to be this crazy for me and to make a big effort to win me back) pillow princess! Reader (as usual), top! Abby, player! Abby.

One for the books

Content: smut, dom! Abby, shy nerdy reader, Abby is a kinda mean at the end (I think she leads on reader but it’s ambiguous)

[hajihiko]

please tell us this accidental mushroom trip story

sure why not its not THAT exciting tho

I have microdose pills that are supposed to help depression and whatnot. Sometimes I get this urge to just flat out do dumb shit that's bad for me, it's like a werewolf curse, so i decided to try a handful of them at once- didn't realize it is was one of those 'i forgot to eat' days so they kicked in way harder than anticipated

Spent a good time listening to music, seeing the atomic fabric of the world- macaroni, very ugly- and feeling pure joy as you do. Then when I was coming down I suddenly thought like

If I go to the One And Only gay bar RIGHT NOW I might find my soulmate. So I called a cab and went. One butch person wouldn't leave me alone (I'm not shy I just don't like dancing leave me alone!!), one guy seemed okay but had concerningly White opinions so I told him to fuck off, one Elton John core guy kept me company a while, then JUST AA I WAS GOING HOME... There she was. Soulmate I was supposed to meet (is how I felt)

I was like hey listen you'll call me Crazy but I was supposed to meet you. And she was like no I get it. The universe, amiright? And basically she held my hand through the rest of my trip and was AMAZING soul support and really just. An angel with black lipstick. Went home with her and never got any contact info, if the macaroni fabric of the world allows I'll meet her again, if not it's okay, I met her exactly when I needed to

Now I'm obviously not tripping anymore and feeling less spiritual but nonetheless amazed at my blessings how I seem to meet the most amazing people all the time. Also I'm less self destructive for a while because I got my dose of gross club bathrooms and going home with strangers. The end

[passionpeachy]

heya wonderful you, I hope that transfemme sapphics are also allowed to send fan mail 🥰 I've been over-the-moon so happy and elated for you recently with all of the wonderful poems and messages you've been receiving, because you absolutely deserve each and every kind word and kind affections offered to you. and truth be told, seeing you open up, both with your replies to send mail, as well as your selfie photo posts, is giving me a small (but not insignificant) amount of secondhand gender euphoria. I both hope and wish that you will find your own physical found family some day, where love and affection is freely given to you (without having to actively seek it out), and you are surrounded by lovely butch ladies at every conceivable moment. much love, a long-term (but shy!) transfemme sapphic mutual ❤️💖💕

Please never doubt again that you and other transfemme sapphics are allowed to interact with me, I welcome you and always have 🤍 I’m glad I could give you some secondhand gender euphoria too.

I don’t know which mutual of mine you are, but know that you’re so very sweet and I’m holding you like this:

[bimiio]

I am absolutely adoring your playtime tonight. You're such a good bunny.

Wish it was my hand in you tho 😔

-a very shy butch

i’m glad u enjoyed it >_<

[werecreature-addicted]

Monster chaser getting invited to a group party only to find out that it's just a bunch of nerds playing tabletop games.

They don't leave because like... who doesn't love tabletop games... but they're very disappointed that the Dungeon Master isn't being the version they were hoping for.

"oh our dungeon master is a butch werewolf chick who wears a leather collar to all our sessions-" "How have you not told me this before let me please please please come to your next session"

all of that is true she is a butch and wears a leather collar but she's shy and soft-spoken and they're playing an underground tinker gnome festival held in the sewers of a town. it's a lot of fun but there's no sex.