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@butchbunnyboyblues
18+ Just a bunny loving butch boy pining in horny posts for love or something
Feel free to send me dms and asks
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Femmes boss me around and tell me what to do. I want a pretty girl to pull my hair, straighten my shirt, and tell me how I can be her prince.
Butches bully me and make out with me on the couch. Force masc me more butch. Im so hopeless
transfemme sub who's never had someone go down on her like she deserves.
taking my time getting there. starting at her stomach. pressing slow warm kisses across it. feeling her tense slightly.
"so soft." against her skin. meaning it completely. pressing another kiss lower. "so beautiful."
a small uncertain sound above me.
"i mean it." looking up at her briefly. making sure she sees it on my face. "you're so beautiful. every single part of you."
her hand finding my hair. not quite believing it yet. but not pulling away either.
pressing kisses across her hips. one side then the other. taking my time. feeling her breathing start to slow. start to settle. her grip in my hair going from tense to something softer.
"these hips." kissing them again. slow and deliberate. "so pretty. so soft." feeling her exhale something she'd been holding. "i love them."
pressing another kiss to her hip. her stomach. looking up at her again. "i want to. i mean every word."
staying there longer than she expects. appreciating her. kissing her stomach. her sides. her hips. every place she's maybe been taught to feel uncertain about. pressing my mouth to all of it like it's the most natural thing in the world. because it is. because she's beautiful and she deserves to feel that.
feeling the tension leave her body incrementally. feeling her go softer under my hands. under my mouth.
her hand stroking my hair now instead of gripping it.
moving lower slowly. pressing kisses to her inner thighs. feeling her breath catch.
"still okay?"
"yeah." soft. a little wondering. "yeah i'm okay."
"good." kissing higher. feeling her tremble slightly. "you're so soft here." pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh. feeling her shiver. "so pretty everywhere i touch you."
"i—" stopping. starting again. "nobody's ever said that."
pausing. looking up at her properly.
"well." so gentle. so certain. "it's true. it's been true the whole time."
watching something shift in her face. something loosening.
pressing one more kiss to her inner thigh.
then finding her properly.
the sound she makes. surprised by it. by how good it feels.
learning every small response. the way her breathing changes when i find the right spot. the way her thighs press toward me slightly. the way her hand tightens in my hair when something feels especially good.
finding that spot and staying.
not moving. not changing anything. just right there. devoted to making her feel good.
"that's— oh god— please don't move— please—"
hands pressing warm and flat against her inner thighs. holding her open. holding her right there. letting her feel every single second of it.
"so beautiful." barely pulling back. "you feel so good. i'm so proud of you for letting me have this."
a sob. her hand pressing to her mouth.
"don't hide." so soft. "let me hear you."
her hand dropping. the sounds she makes after. whimpering every time my mouth focuses on where she needs it most. crying a little and not knowing exactly why except that it feels so good and she feels so seen and nobody has ever taken this much time just for her.
"you're doing so well." not stopping. "so perfectly. so beautifully."
grinding against my mouth now. taking what she needs without apologizing for it. hips moving freely. chasing it.
"that's it." hands steady on her thighs. "take it. you're allowed to take it. it's all yours."
feeling her fall apart. the way her whole body shudders. the way she stops trying to be quiet or composed or anything except exactly what she is right now.
staying right there through every single second of it.
after.. when she's trembling. when her breathing is ragged and her grip on my hair has gone loose and soft.
crawling up slowly. pulling her into me immediately. her face finding my neck. arms wrapping around me tight like she needs to make sure i'm still here.
pressing a kiss to her hair. her temple. her cheek.
"so beautiful." rubbing her back slow. "so soft. so perfect." pressing another kiss to her forehead. "you feel so good. i'm so proud of you."
her making a small broken sound against my neck.
"nobody's ever—" stopping. voice thick.
"i know." so gentle. pulling her closer. "i know baby. i've got you. you're so safe here. you're seen here."
her exhaling slowly.
holding her there. keeping her warm. pressing kisses to her hair over and over.
"so beautiful." so certain. "i need you to know that. every part of you. so beautiful. so soft. i'm so grateful you allow me to touch you like this."
her pressing closer. arms tightening around me.
not letting go.
Butch that holds my chin and back of my neck while they fuck my throat with their strap until I’m a drooling crying mess
The pervert lesbian is wearing a floral print bikini and has managed to awkwardly insert the saying "stop and smell the flowers" into your conversation 6 times in an hour
If you own a floral swimsuit you can re-enact this post and enter the pervert lesbian hall of fame
A butch's bulge shoved in my face would fix me
pathetic butches…
puppy butches…
whiny butches…
dumb butches…
pathetic dumb whiny puppy butches… mmmghf
The nerdy butch with autism WILL fix you!!!!!
hot butch summer is coming up which means: full bush. swim trunks. sports bra. tank top. who is ready
Pulling a butch by their belt loop when they’re just out of reach to give them a kiss. Doing it like it’s second nature and not even thinking twice about it. Pulling a butch by their tie whenever I want to go somewhere instead of by their hand since it’s closer to me. Pulling at a butches shirt for their attention instead of calling for them because I don’t feel too talkative today. Moving a butches hands just where I want them because they’re taking too long…
Nomalize pulling and manhandling your butch a little!
we need more butch forcemasc and I personally am here to fill the niche
Please can I just ride a woman’s thigh right now. While she encourages me with “that’s it, darling.” “keep going, baby.” “yes, just like that.” “good girl, you look so pretty like this, humping my thigh.” Only to grab my hips and stop me just as I’m about to come, because she knows I’ll be too desperate to stop myself from begging and whining.
I just need a team of hot dykes obsessed with me and maybe then I would be healed
possessive femmes that like marking butches
possessive femmes that like marking butches
possessive femmes that like marking butches
possessive femmes that like marking butches
Watching my partner's eyes gradually glaze over and the capacity of speaking leaving their body as I eat them out must be one of the greatest things I will experience in this life, no questions asked.
This is a sapphic post. Men and minors dni.
Reblog if women can DM you as forward and sexually as they want.
THIS POST IS ABOUT LESBIANISM
MEN DNI
femmes who are possessive. femmes who leave hickeys down your neck, all over your stomach and chest and thighs, who scratch down your back and chest with the intent to mark you, femmes who bite you and the mark is there for hours after. femmes who leave lipstick stains on your throat and cheeks, who make sure you smell like their perfume, who make sure everyone knows you're theirs
My love language is coming over to your place, dicking you down into the mattress until you are rendered nonverbal, washing myself off in your shower, then cleaning your pigsty of an apartment. I also might help myself to some food. I'm basically one of those fae creatures that appears to give you favors in exchange for sweet treats.
