this is my side blog where i’ll be posting lesbian oneshots/series. i write only butch4butch characters because there’s not nearly enough representation and who doesn’t love butches.
you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life
Some of the best advice I have ever gotten was from a creative writing professor. She said never apologize for your work. Never critic it before someone else does.
Her reasoning was you are the creator. You made your work from nothing and can see all the flaws and seems and holes. But your audience may not see any of it. Maybe they will; maybe they won't. But if you TELL them about the holes and the mistakes and the problems....they will 100% see them. So don't tell them. Don't sabotage yourself just because you think you're not good enough.
ai can never ever write half as good as an average tired writer who pulls an all-nighter writing a slow burn gay fanfiction for their favorite fictional characters out of hyperfixation, love, passion and spite they have for the way canon treated their little gay ship
content warnings: butch4butch, older!butch x younger!butch (10 year age gap), punk rock butches meet at a club, kissing, loss of virginity, oral sex, kitchen sex, daddy kink if you squint, dykes on bikes, 2 hot butches making out because i said so
notes: this is my first post, kinda shitting myself but i hope you enjoy :D
The bar was overflowing with gays, lesbians, drag queens, you name it they'd be there. With the exception of any heterosexual species that is. This was one of the only two queer punk rock clubs in all of London. Hidden at the back of a small cafe on the corner of the road, it had been open for around 5 years without the police finding out, and word had spread fast, but only to the ears that needed to hear it. Every night the club was packed, people shoved together like sardines and smelling like it too, thanks to the abundance of half naked sweaty bodies. The dress code? Leave little to the imagination.
Tate had come here with the idea of living the true adult life, going out on her own and enjoying the vibes of nightclub life. And texting her best friend, Kim, to be her ride home in case she chickened out. She'd been to a club once a few months ago with Kim and she hated every second of it, but it was a predominantly straight club after all, her hopes weren't too high to begin with. 3 burly men had tried flirting with her at various points during the night before she threatened to ripped their dicks off and shove it down their throats. They all left her alone after that.
Green day bounced off the walls, along with some people who must've been having a white christmas, and soon found herself in the crowd dancing and singing as if no one else existed. The shots she'd threw back before she left the house enhanced her confidence to let loose, without it she'd most likely be sat at the back cowering like a scared animal. Thank god for vodka.
The tingling feeling of being watched made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, she moved casually, sweeping her eyes over the surrounding drunk queers until they locked onto a pair of brown eyes. She was as butch as they come, short hair with a strand falling into her eyes and shaved sides, ink littering her skin up to her jawline, which was a very nice jawline indeed, wide-set shoulders to accommodate for her strong biceps. Her gaze drifted down taking all of her in, a band shirt that fit snugly around her arms, tight fitted black jeans rolled at the hem with a studded belt buckled through the loops, a carabiner thick enough you could throw it at someone and cause some major damage.
She wanted that cookie real bad.
The butch she didn't yet know the name of winked at her before Tate noticed she was walking towards her. Oh fuck. Tate didn't know how to do this, she hadn't flirted with many people and was sure she'd fuck it up. This must be how she dies.
"Hi." The handsome butch spoke, her voice was heaven sent, raspy and low and sending horny signals to Tate's clit. She hadn't even responded yet, down boy down.
"Hi yourself." Welp, maybe she should just leave before this got any worse.
"You got a name?"
"Tate, you?"
"Syd, you come here often?" Now that she was stood in front of her, Tate realised how much taller Syd was. She had at least a good 5 inches on her.
"My first time actually. Only found out about this place a week ago." Syd had to lean in to hear what she was saying over the loud music and Tate could smell her cologne, the fragrance invading her senses and making her mind a little fuzzy. Musky and rich, she smelled really fucking good. If only sniffing people was normalised…just kidding.
"I've only been here a couple times, it's a great place I think you'll enjoy it." Shit she was enjoying it already.
"So you into other butches too or?" Syd added, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Was she into other butches? Who wouldn't be have you seen a butch lesbian? Tate had realised her attraction to other butches quite late into discovering her sexuality, but she'd never turn back now. Unfortunately to her, she'd never had the opportunity to be with one.
"Honestly, I can't remember a time where I haven't been."
They soon found themselves in the only cubicle that locked, Tate pinned to the shitty excuse of a door, her lips moving rhythmically against Syd's. Their tongues glided together as Syd's hands drifted south and gripped her ass tightly pulling her forward to grind against her, a small moan slipping out and being swallowed by Syd's relentless kisses. Tate could feel her boxers growing damp with her slick and this made her pull away fast.
"I'm a virgin." The confession escaped her before she could even process what she'd said. Syd was silent for a moment, Tate searching her eyes for anything to calm her racing heart.
"How old are you?" The taller butch asked, her eyes now feeling like cameras capturing her every move or slight change in facial expression. Fuck she should've thought about this before following her to the toilet.
"19." She mumbled quietly, looking away from Syd's watchful eyes.
"Jesus you're a child." Tate's gaze found hers again instantly.
"Well how old are you?" She questioned, hating that the attention was all on her, making her skin crawl.
"29."
"29! fuck. Shit I'm sorry for leading you on." Now Tate felt awful, Syd probably thought she was in her late 20s, at least, getting her hopes high all to be let down by this teenager.
"Leading me on?" Syd echoed. Tate's eyebrows furrowed at her tone, isn't that exactly what she'd done?
"Well yeah, you're clearly here to get laid. I'm basically a child to you and I have zero experience." She hated admitting it but she couldn't exactly keep it a secret right now.
"19 and still a virgin, damn." Syd responded like she was still in thought, 10 years between them, that's a long time.
"Don't do that, god forbid I wasn't waving my pussy around at 14 or 15. I never had the opportunity. Again I'm sorry, have a good rest of your night Syd it was nice meeting you." Tate quickly rambled out not waiting for Syd's response before she turned around, unlocked the door and sped off.
She weaved in and out of moving bodies and up the stairs to the cafe until she felt the cold rush of the night air as she opened the door to leave. What the fuck had she done? Her feet led her a few paces down the road and leaned against the side of the cafe's brick wall. With a heavy sigh she pulled her phone out her back pocket and called Kim to come pick her up.
"Hey, not feeling the best can you come pick me up?" She was desperate to go home and get in her bed and rerun the entire night in her head over and over thinking of all the different ways it could've gone.
"Shit I'm sorry Tay I can't, I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork. I can send you money for a taxi?" She offered sympathetically.
"No it's okay I'll pay for it, get your work done."
"I'm really sorry Tay, you know I would any other time."
"Don't it's alright, goodnight Kim." She hung up and pocketed her phone again.
Great, how was she supposed to get home now? She didn't have enough money left to get a taxi. She sighed and pulled out her pack of cigarettes, popping one into her mouth, lips still tingling from her earlier makeout sesh, and flicked open her lighter.
"You're too young to be smoking that crap." A voice said next to her. She looked up and saw Syd walking over to her with the gait of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, her lips wrapped around her own cigarette.
"Fuck off." Tate scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"My bad." Syd put her hands up in defence and then nodded at Tate's lighter still grasped in her hands. Tate rolled her eyes again before tossing it to her. She watched as the flame lit up Syd's face, enhancing her already gorgeous features. Eyes lingering on her jawline and sharp cheekbones for a second too long before she tossed the lighter back bringing Tate out of her trance.
Syd joined her in leaning against the wall, looking out at the city and the odd car that passed every now and then. Tate took her phone out again deciding she could probably afford a taxi halfway and she'd walk the rest, she needed to sober up anyway and the walk would do her some good. But when she pressed the button nothing happened, her phone was dead.
"You've gotta be fucking joking." She mumbled, her irritation increasing by tenfold. After a few beats of silence she saw Syd turn towards her.
"Need a lift home?"
"What?" Tate's eyebrow shot up her forehead, confusion etched in the lines of her face.
"Do you want a ride?" Syd repeated.
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not! I just asked if you wanted a ride home. You look like you need it," Syd pointed at her dead phone still in her hands like she was hoping it would magically turn on again and she could leave and forget all of this ever happened, "plus maybe I wanna get to know you."
Tate's head whipped round, any faster and she would've snapped her neck.
"Oh yeah right, you wanna get to know the 19 year old, you sure you're not a pedo?" Syd laughed. Actually laughed, full wide grin showing off her dimples Tate had yet to see due to the dim lighting in the club previously. Fuck she was so handsome.
"Jesus kid, do you want a ride or not?"
Tate hesitated at first before giving in, "Sure."
A smile slowly began to form on Syd's face as she looked at the stubborn butch in front of her, a bit shorter, skinnier than herself, a shaggy haircut, silver metal curling around the middle of her bottom lip, a studded belt matching her own, and a sleeveless denim jacket covered in handmade patches that looked as if it had seen better days.
Tate was funny, in her own irritatingly captivating way, she had great taste in music, questionable taste in haircuts but that Syd could let slide, and she was a goddamn incredible kisser.
Syd didn't give a shit if she was a virgin, well she did and didn't. It was a social construct to begin with but she knew how it could feel like this heavy incessant pressure to get it gone, otherwise you haven't lived the "teenage experience". It's a bunch of bullshit really.
But she also knew how daunting it can be, exhausting even to tell people and get rejected. Some people wanted someone with experience, someone who could match their level and show a good time. Syd didn't care, she felt quite honoured to be someone's first. That takes courage and a fuck load of vulnerability you don't just give up to anyone. So yeah maybe Syd wanted to be her first, but she also wanted to get to know Tate. What's a decade have to do with anything?
"Stop looking at me like that." Tate grumbled, narrowing her eyes up at Syd.
"Like what?"
"I dunno..like you weren't lying when you said you wanted to get to know me?" Tate shrugged her shoulders, almost seeming a little shy now.
"I wasn't." Syd confessed sincerely, mirroring Tate's actions shrugging her own shoulders.
"You sure you even wanna do this? I'm too young for you." Tate focused on the tobacco burning between her fingers, her mind running laps around her. Did she even wanna do this? Yes. A big fat fucking yes.
"You're an adult aren't you?"
"Barely."
"You're still an adult. I'm an adult. The 10 year age gap might be a bit iffy but I'm sure we could be mature about this if it didn't work out and be friends instead." Syd had a point, they could always be friends in the end, well depending on how this would go.
"Fucking hell what is my life." Tate laughed lightly, looking away for a second but her eyes drifted back to those gorgeous brown ones, the lamppost light shining onto them making them look even more beautiful and warm. She could look into them for hours.
"Oh c'mon you've barely lived!" Syd chuckled and shoved Tate's shoulder lightly.
"Exactly! You shouldn't be talking to me." A shove back.
"Well I just had my tongue down your throat so I think I have the right to." Syd tilted her head with the utmost cocky attitude Tate had ever witnessed. Heat rushed to her face causing her to bite back a smile.
"Where's your car?" She changed the subject before spontaneous combustion could occur. Syd caught it and her smirk only grew bigger. Cocky fucker.
"Who said anything about a car?" Syd actually looked offended, Tate's expression morphed into something of confusion and cluelessness.
Syd moved slightly, turning away from Tate unblocking her view from the vehicles parked in a line out front revealing the sleek Harley Davidson motorbike parked smack bang in the middle, a black helmet hanging off one of the handlebars.
"You dyke bitch." Tate laughed in shock shaking her head while admiring the beautiful machine in front of her.
Wait..
"I am not getting on that death trap are you insane?" Her eyebrows were planted miles up her forehead, eyes wide filled with concern and fear. There was no way in Neptune's left bollock was she going to risk her life on the back of that thing.
Syd, during Tate's mini meltdown, had walked over and swung a thick thigh over the seat, flat footing both sides and staring at Tate in amusement.
"Stop being a big baby and put the fucking helmet on."
"Syd." Tate practically whined hoping Syd just had huge guts to sit on someone else's motorbike and really her car was parked around here somewhere.
"Tate." Syd whined back, the sound going straight to her clit. You know maybe she would get on the bike after all.
"You're annoying." Tate snatched the helmet and pulled it over her head but before she could do anything, Syd hooked a finger under the chin and pulled her forward making her stumble and rest a hand on her broad shoulder.
Her fingers came up and tightened the strap making sure it was snug on Tate's head but left enough room to breathe.
"Get on." Yes Daddy. Tate never sat down faster in her life.
It actually wasn't as scary as Tate thought it would be, okay maybe at first it was and she was gripping the life out Syd but when she knew Syd would take care of her and she was in safe hands, the tension in her shoulders began to ease slightly.
They soon arrived at Tate's house, she slowly hopped off, her arse feeling like it was still vibrating from the engine. Syd turned the key and the bike shut off, silence settling between them, fuck me she looked good with that hog between her legs.
"You're parents home?" Great, this definitely wasn’t embarrassing.
"Not right now, mum's at work til 10 tomorrow." She looked down, chewing subconsciously at her lip.
"It's okay you know? I still lived with my parents til I was 26" Syd shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing.
"Not helping."
"Fine then…can I come in?" Oh.
"Uh yeah if you want to."
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
Tate pushed her front door open, Syd following behind stealing a quick glance down at her ass before lifting her eyes again to look at her home.
"You want something to drink? Beer?" Tate offered as she began walking towards the kitchen.
"God no, can't stand the stuff. You got any cider?"
Tate passed her a cider and got herself one before leaning against the counter top. She didn't know what to say or do, she'd never done this kind of thing before. Fuck, was she meant to take Syd's jacket before letting her in? No that's stupid Tate calm down.
"How many women have you slept with?" Well, not the direction she planned to go in exactly.
"Right to the point I see." Tate winced and took a sip of her cider.
"Sorry, I’m curious."
"12." Oh wow.
"Fucking hell, you know the doors over there if you wanna leave." She pointed a thumb over her shoulder and took another anxious sip of her cider.
"Shut up," Syd laughed softly taking her own sip, "I've had 10 years more than you to do things."
"Clearly you whore." Tate countered, Syd flicked her forehead.
"Ow." She laughed before her smile slowly dropped when Syd walked a few steps closer, their boots almost touching, she set her cider down before she did something stupid like accidentally drop it. The older butch hooked her finger in Tate's belt loop and tugged her closer, their fronts pressing together, carabiners clinking at the impact.
"What are you doing?" Tate's voice came out quieter than she expected, her breath catching in her throat, nerves bouncing around inside her veins.
"Getting to know you."
Syd leaned closer until their lips connected, the kiss was slow at first, testing the waters, careful and gentle. Until Tate couldn't help but moan into her mouth as Syd deepened it.
One of Syd's hands came up and threaded her fingers in Tate's hair, tugging lightly and drawing a whimper out of the shorter girl. God she was driving her insane. Tate copied her actions, tugging and pulling her in closer. Their tongues slipping together, lips wrapping around each others, growing needier and needier by the second.
Syd's hands moved with caution knowing Tate wasn't used to all this, she didn't want to scare her off. Not when she was already this obsessed. Her hand slid up Tate's back beneath her shirt, holding her body against her and grinding their crotches together. Tate could feel that Syd was packing and it only made her wetter.
They finally pulled apart when they needed air, panting into each others mouths, foreheads resting together.
"Have you..ever masturbated before?" Tate couldn't help but laugh at the question.
"Jesus who do you take me for? The Virgin Mary? Of course I have."
"What do you use?" Tate froze, now growing shy, her cheeks tinting just a slightly darker shade of pink.
"Tell me baby." Fucking christ, Syd must be trying to kill her.
"Uh my fingers and you know…other stuff." She shrugged slightly, her hands playing with the hem of Syd's shirt not looking at her.
"What other stuff?"
Tate didn't answer. Syd hooked a finger under her chin lifting it so Tate would look at her.
"Vibrators? Dildos?" Syd continued.
"Yes." Tate squeaked out.
"Dirty boy."
Tate whimpered and finally looked back up at her.
"May I please eat you out?" Oh shit, this was really happening. She eventually nodded slowly.
"Words sweetheart."
"Yes, please eat me out."
"Attaboy." With her consent Syd helped Tate pull her shirt off and began descending wet kisses down her neck. Trailing over her sports bra and even slower down her stomach, teasing her, building it up.
She kissed her cunt through her jeans, looking up at her to see Tate biting her lip and watching in anticipation.
"Can I?" Syd's fingers rested over her jean button, waiting for permission.
"Please."
Syd unzipped her and tugged her jeans down along with her boxers, Tate kicked them aside and spread her legs enough for Syd to see how fucking soaked she was.
"Goddamn baby, that all for me?" Syd murmured against Tate's inner thigh, biting it roughly in contrast to the light kisses she was pressing into her skin.
"Don't get cocky." Tate bit her lip to hide how hot she found Syd like this, knowing it was all for her. Syd bit down just slightly harder causing Tate's hips to jolt forward and a whimper slipped past her lips.
"Stop fucking teasing me and eat me out." She grumbled sternly.
"Yes daddy." Holy fuck. Power trip of a life time. This was confirmation that Tate was in control, Syd may be the one with her tongue deep in her pussy but Tate held domination. Complete imperial domination, and fuck did she like seeing Syd on her knees.
Desperation in her eyes like she'd die without tasting Tate's wet cunt. She'd been starved of this salvation for so long she will forever be consumed by it for the rest of her life.
Syd inched forward burying her nose in Tate's heat before running her tongue up along her slit. She repeated her movements, teasing Tate, the anticipation growing unbearable before her lips wrapped around her pulsing clit.
Tate's hips bucked forward her hand sliding down into Syd's hair gripping tightly and grinding onto her unwavering tongue. Her other hand gripping the counter top to steady herself, her knees weak at the pleasure running through her entire system, overriding her senses and all thoughts in her head vanished.
"Fuck so good, that feels so good." Her grip tightened further and now she was fully riding Syd's face. Syd groaned into her pussy, she tasted so sweet, like honey melting on her tongue and she couldn't get enough.
Her lips suctioned around Tate's clit, her tongue roughly flicking over it with a fast pace, pleasure that felt like ecstasy flooding her veins, that familiar tight pressure building low in her abdomen, chasing it with every grind of her hips.
"Shit shit fuck I'm close." Tate whined out desperately, the need to cum growing incessant.
Syd pulled away for just a second, "Make a mess of my face baby."
Tate moaned at her words, eyebrows drawing together as the pleasure became overwhelming.
"I'm gonna cum fuck fuck."
"Be a good boy and cum for me." Syd possessively muffled between Tate's thighs. That was the final straw for Tate, her thighs clamped shut around Syd's head, trembling as her orgasm washed through her, moans tumbling out one after another, chasing every second of her pleasure against Syd's unrelenting mouth.
Syd was in heaven, or the closest thing to it. She'd never seen anything more beautiful, watching Tate cum on her face was a sight she'd never forget. She'd happily die right here, face buried between her legs making her feel so fucking good.
Syd didn't stop even after Tate had experienced the best orgasm of her life.
"Okay fuck stop being greedy." Tate gasped desperately, pulling Syd up off the floor, or rather yanking. The pleasure was too good, but her clit was sensitive. They both panted heavily, Tate still coming down from the high of her orgasm and processing what just happened.
"Did those 12 women get the same Syd experience as me?" She questioned cheekily.
Syd laughed in disbelief, "Why? You gonna be jealous if they did?"
"Shut up." Tate smirked before gripping Syd's collar and pulling her in for a kiss, tasting herself on her tongue. Syd tried to sneak her hand down between Tate's thighs again but Tate gripped her wrist to stop her.
They both smirked into the kiss, laughing softly.
"Hands to yourself handsome." Tate muttered quietly. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads together, closing their eyes and soaking in the moment.
"You wanna stay the night?" Tate asked curiously, it was probably too soon for this but she didn't want the night to end just yet.
"I'd love that kid." Syd smiled before laughing when Tate smacked her chest playfully and told her not to call her that.
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content warnings: butch4butch, older!butch x younger!butch (10 year age gap), punk rock butches meet at a club, kissing, loss of virginity, oral sex, kitchen sex, daddy kink if you squint, dykes on bikes, 2 hot butches making out because i said so
notes: this is my first post, kinda shitting myself but i hope you enjoy :D
The bar was overflowing with gays, lesbians, drag queens, you name it they'd be there. With the exception of any heterosexual species that is. This was one of the only two queer punk rock clubs in all of London. Hidden at the back of a small cafe on the corner of the road, it had been open for around 5 years without the police finding out, and word had spread fast, but only to the ears that needed to hear it. Every night the club was packed, people shoved together like sardines and smelling like it too, thanks to the abundance of half naked sweaty bodies. The dress code? Leave little to the imagination.
Tate had come here with the idea of living the true adult life, going out on her own and enjoying the vibes of nightclub life. And texting her best friend, Kim, to be her ride home in case she chickened out. She'd been to a club once a few months ago with Kim and she hated every second of it, but it was a predominantly straight club after all, her hopes weren't too high to begin with. 3 burly men had tried flirting with her at various points during the night before she threatened to ripped their dicks off and shove it down their throats. They all left her alone after that.
Green day bounced off the walls, along with some people who must've been having a white christmas, and soon found herself in the crowd dancing and singing as if no one else existed. The shots she'd threw back before she left the house enhanced her confidence to let loose, without it she'd most likely be sat at the back cowering like a scared animal. Thank god for vodka.
The tingling feeling of being watched made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, she moved casually, sweeping her eyes over the surrounding drunk queers until they locked onto a pair of brown eyes. She was as butch as they come, short hair with a strand falling into her eyes and shaved sides, ink littering her skin up to her jawline, which was a very nice jawline indeed, wide-set shoulders to accommodate for her strong biceps. Her gaze drifted down taking all of her in, a band shirt that fit snugly around her arms, tight fitted black jeans rolled at the hem with a studded belt buckled through the loops, a carabiner thick enough you could throw it at someone and cause some major damage.
She wanted that cookie real bad.
The butch she didn't yet know the name of winked at her before Tate noticed she was walking towards her. Oh fuck. Tate didn't know how to do this, she hadn't flirted with many people and was sure she'd fuck it up. This must be how she dies.
"Hi." The handsome butch spoke, her voice was heaven sent, raspy and low and sending horny signals to Tate's clit. She hadn't even responded yet, down boy down.
"Hi yourself." Welp, maybe she should just leave before this got any worse.
"You got a name?"
"Tate, you?"
"Syd, you come here often?" Now that she was stood in front of her, Tate realised how much taller Syd was. She had at least a good 5 inches on her.
"My first time actually. Only found out about this place a week ago." Syd had to lean in to hear what she was saying over the loud music and Tate could smell her cologne, the fragrance invading her senses and making her mind a little fuzzy. Musky and rich, she smelled really fucking good. If only sniffing people was normalised…just kidding.
"I've only been here a couple times, it's a great place I think you'll enjoy it." Shit she was enjoying it already.
"So you into other butches too or?" Syd added, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Was she into other butches? Who wouldn't be have you seen a butch lesbian? Tate had realised her attraction to other butches quite late into discovering her sexuality, but she'd never turn back now. Unfortunately to her, she'd never had the opportunity to be with one.
"Honestly, I can't remember a time where I haven't been."
They soon found themselves in the only cubicle that locked, Tate pinned to the shitty excuse of a door, her lips moving rhythmically against Syd's. Their tongues glided together as Syd's hands drifted south and gripped her ass tightly pulling her forward to grind against her, a small moan slipping out and being swallowed by Syd's relentless kisses. Tate could feel her boxers growing damp with her slick and this made her pull away fast.
"I'm a virgin." The confession escaped her before she could even process what she'd said. Syd was silent for a moment, Tate searching her eyes for anything to calm her racing heart.
"How old are you?" The taller butch asked, her eyes now feeling like cameras capturing her every move or slight change in facial expression. Fuck she should've thought about this before following her to the toilet.
"19." She mumbled quietly, looking away from Syd's watchful eyes.
"Jesus you're a child." Tate's gaze found hers again instantly.
"Well how old are you?" She questioned, hating that the attention was all on her, making her skin crawl.
"29."
"29! fuck. Shit I'm sorry for leading you on." Now Tate felt awful, Syd probably thought she was in her late 20s, at least, getting her hopes high all to be let down by this teenager.
"Leading me on?" Syd echoed. Tate's eyebrows furrowed at her tone, isn't that exactly what she'd done?
"Well yeah, you're clearly here to get laid. I'm basically a child to you and I have zero experience." She hated admitting it but she couldn't exactly keep it a secret right now.
"19 and still a virgin, damn." Syd responded like she was still in thought, 10 years between them, that's a long time.
"Don't do that, god forbid I wasn't waving my pussy around at 14 or 15. I never had the opportunity. Again I'm sorry, have a good rest of your night Syd it was nice meeting you." Tate quickly rambled out not waiting for Syd's response before she turned around, unlocked the door and sped off.
She weaved in and out of moving bodies and up the stairs to the cafe until she felt the cold rush of the night air as she opened the door to leave. What the fuck had she done? Her feet led her a few paces down the road and leaned against the side of the cafe's brick wall. With a heavy sigh she pulled her phone out her back pocket and called Kim to come pick her up.
"Hey, not feeling the best can you come pick me up?" She was desperate to go home and get in her bed and rerun the entire night in her head over and over thinking of all the different ways it could've gone.
"Shit I'm sorry Tay I can't, I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork. I can send you money for a taxi?" She offered sympathetically.
"No it's okay I'll pay for it, get your work done."
"I'm really sorry Tay, you know I would any other time."
"Don't it's alright, goodnight Kim." She hung up and pocketed her phone again.
Great, how was she supposed to get home now? She didn't have enough money left to get a taxi. She sighed and pulled out her pack of cigarettes, popping one into her mouth, lips still tingling from her earlier makeout sesh, and flicked open her lighter.
"You're too young to be smoking that crap." A voice said next to her. She looked up and saw Syd walking over to her with the gait of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, her lips wrapped around her own cigarette.
"Fuck off." Tate scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"My bad." Syd put her hands up in defence and then nodded at Tate's lighter still grasped in her hands. Tate rolled her eyes again before tossing it to her. She watched as the flame lit up Syd's face, enhancing her already gorgeous features. Eyes lingering on her jawline and sharp cheekbones for a second too long before she tossed the lighter back bringing Tate out of her trance.
Syd joined her in leaning against the wall, looking out at the city and the odd car that passed every now and then. Tate took her phone out again deciding she could probably afford a taxi halfway and she'd walk the rest, she needed to sober up anyway and the walk would do her some good. But when she pressed the button nothing happened, her phone was dead.
"You've gotta be fucking joking." She mumbled, her irritation increasing by tenfold. After a few beats of silence she saw Syd turn towards her.
"Need a lift home?"
"What?" Tate's eyebrow shot up her forehead, confusion etched in the lines of her face.
"Do you want a ride?" Syd repeated.
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not! I just asked if you wanted a ride home. You look like you need it," Syd pointed at her dead phone still in her hands like she was hoping it would magically turn on again and she could leave and forget all of this ever happened, "plus maybe I wanna get to know you."
Tate's head whipped round, any faster and she would've snapped her neck.
"Oh yeah right, you wanna get to know the 19 year old, you sure you're not a pedo?" Syd laughed. Actually laughed, full wide grin showing off her dimples Tate had yet to see due to the dim lighting in the club previously. Fuck she was so handsome.
"Jesus kid, do you want a ride or not?"
Tate hesitated at first before giving in, "Sure."
A smile slowly began to form on Syd's face as she looked at the stubborn butch in front of her, a bit shorter, skinnier than herself, a shaggy haircut, silver metal curling around the middle of her bottom lip, a studded belt matching her own, and a sleeveless denim jacket covered in handmade patches that looked as if it had seen better days.
Tate was funny, in her own irritatingly captivating way, she had great taste in music, questionable taste in haircuts but that Syd could let slide, and she was a goddamn incredible kisser.
Syd didn't give a shit if she was a virgin, well she did and didn't. It was a social construct to begin with but she knew how it could feel like this heavy incessant pressure to get it gone, otherwise you haven't lived the "teenage experience". It's a bunch of bullshit really.
But she also knew how daunting it can be, exhausting even to tell people and get rejected. Some people wanted someone with experience, someone who could match their level and show a good time. Syd didn't care, she felt quite honoured to be someone's first. That takes courage and a fuck load of vulnerability you don't just give up to anyone. So yeah maybe Syd wanted to be her first, but she also wanted to get to know Tate. What's a decade have to do with anything?
"Stop looking at me like that." Tate grumbled, narrowing her eyes up at Syd.
"Like what?"
"I dunno..like you weren't lying when you said you wanted to get to know me?" Tate shrugged her shoulders, almost seeming a little shy now.
"I wasn't." Syd confessed sincerely, mirroring Tate's actions shrugging her own shoulders.
"You sure you even wanna do this? I'm too young for you." Tate focused on the tobacco burning between her fingers, her mind running laps around her. Did she even wanna do this? Yes. A big fat fucking yes.
"You're an adult aren't you?"
"Barely."
"You're still an adult. I'm an adult. The 10 year age gap might be a bit iffy but I'm sure we could be mature about this if it didn't work out and be friends instead." Syd had a point, they could always be friends in the end, well depending on how this would go.
"Fucking hell what is my life." Tate laughed lightly, looking away for a second but her eyes drifted back to those gorgeous brown ones, the lamppost light shining onto them making them look even more beautiful and warm. She could look into them for hours.
"Oh c'mon you've barely lived!" Syd chuckled and shoved Tate's shoulder lightly.
"Exactly! You shouldn't be talking to me." A shove back.
"Well I just had my tongue down your throat so I think I have the right to." Syd tilted her head with the utmost cocky attitude Tate had ever witnessed. Heat rushed to her face causing her to bite back a smile.
"Where's your car?" She changed the subject before spontaneous combustion could occur. Syd caught it and her smirk only grew bigger. Cocky fucker.
"Who said anything about a car?" Syd actually looked offended, Tate's expression morphed into something of confusion and cluelessness.
Syd moved slightly, turning away from Tate unblocking her view from the vehicles parked in a line out front revealing the sleek Harley Davidson motorbike parked smack bang in the middle, a black helmet hanging off one of the handlebars.
"You dyke bitch." Tate laughed in shock shaking her head while admiring the beautiful machine in front of her.
Wait..
"I am not getting on that death trap are you insane?" Her eyebrows were planted miles up her forehead, eyes wide filled with concern and fear. There was no way in Neptune's left bollock was she going to risk her life on the back of that thing.
Syd, during Tate's mini meltdown, had walked over and swung a thick thigh over the seat, flat footing both sides and staring at Tate in amusement.
"Stop being a big baby and put the fucking helmet on."
"Syd." Tate practically whined hoping Syd just had huge guts to sit on someone else's motorbike and really her car was parked around here somewhere.
"Tate." Syd whined back, the sound going straight to her clit. You know maybe she would get on the bike after all.
"You're annoying." Tate snatched the helmet and pulled it over her head but before she could do anything, Syd hooked a finger under the chin and pulled her forward making her stumble and rest a hand on her broad shoulder.
Her fingers came up and tightened the strap making sure it was snug on Tate's head but left enough room to breathe.
"Get on." Yes Daddy. Tate never sat down faster in her life.
It actually wasn't as scary as Tate thought it would be, okay maybe at first it was and she was gripping the life out Syd but when she knew Syd would take care of her and she was in safe hands, the tension in her shoulders began to ease slightly.
They soon arrived at Tate's house, she slowly hopped off, her arse feeling like it was still vibrating from the engine. Syd turned the key and the bike shut off, silence settling between them, fuck me she looked good with that hog between her legs.
"You're parents home?" Great, this definitely wasn’t embarrassing.
"Not right now, mum's at work til 10 tomorrow." She looked down, chewing subconsciously at her lip.
"It's okay you know? I still lived with my parents til I was 26" Syd shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing.
"Not helping."
"Fine then…can I come in?" Oh.
"Uh yeah if you want to."
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
Tate pushed her front door open, Syd following behind stealing a quick glance down at her ass before lifting her eyes again to look at her home.
"You want something to drink? Beer?" Tate offered as she began walking towards the kitchen.
"God no, can't stand the stuff. You got any cider?"
Tate passed her a cider and got herself one before leaning against the counter top. She didn't know what to say or do, she'd never done this kind of thing before. Fuck, was she meant to take Syd's jacket before letting her in? No that's stupid Tate calm down.
"How many women have you slept with?" Well, not the direction she planned to go in exactly.
"Right to the point I see." Tate winced and took a sip of her cider.
"Sorry, I’m curious."
"12." Oh wow.
"Fucking hell, you know the doors over there if you wanna leave." She pointed a thumb over her shoulder and took another anxious sip of her cider.
"Shut up," Syd laughed softly taking her own sip, "I've had 10 years more than you to do things."
"Clearly you whore." Tate countered, Syd flicked her forehead.
"Ow." She laughed before her smile slowly dropped when Syd walked a few steps closer, their boots almost touching, she set her cider down before she did something stupid like accidentally drop it. The older butch hooked her finger in Tate's belt loop and tugged her closer, their fronts pressing together, carabiners clinking at the impact.
"What are you doing?" Tate's voice came out quieter than she expected, her breath catching in her throat, nerves bouncing around inside her veins.
"Getting to know you."
Syd leaned closer until their lips connected, the kiss was slow at first, testing the waters, careful and gentle. Until Tate couldn't help but moan into her mouth as Syd deepened it.
One of Syd's hands came up and threaded her fingers in Tate's hair, tugging lightly and drawing a whimper out of the shorter girl. God she was driving her insane. Tate copied her actions, tugging and pulling her in closer. Their tongues slipping together, lips wrapping around each others, growing needier and needier by the second.
Syd's hands moved with caution knowing Tate wasn't used to all this, she didn't want to scare her off. Not when she was already this obsessed. Her hand slid up Tate's back beneath her shirt, holding her body against her and grinding their crotches together. Tate could feel that Syd was packing and it only made her wetter.
They finally pulled apart when they needed air, panting into each others mouths, foreheads resting together.
"Have you..ever masturbated before?" Tate couldn't help but laugh at the question.
"Jesus who do you take me for? The Virgin Mary? Of course I have."
"What do you use?" Tate froze, now growing shy, her cheeks tinting just a slightly darker shade of pink.
"Tell me baby." Fucking christ, Syd must be trying to kill her.
"Uh my fingers and you know…other stuff." She shrugged slightly, her hands playing with the hem of Syd's shirt not looking at her.
"What other stuff?"
Tate didn't answer. Syd hooked a finger under her chin lifting it so Tate would look at her.
"Vibrators? Dildos?" Syd continued.
"Yes." Tate squeaked out.
"Dirty boy."
Tate whimpered and finally looked back up at her.
"May I please eat you out?" Oh shit, this was really happening. She eventually nodded slowly.
"Words sweetheart."
"Yes, please eat me out."
"Attaboy." With her consent Syd helped Tate pull her shirt off and began descending wet kisses down her neck. Trailing over her sports bra and even slower down her stomach, teasing her, building it up.
She kissed her cunt through her jeans, looking up at her to see Tate biting her lip and watching in anticipation.
"Can I?" Syd's fingers rested over her jean button, waiting for permission.
"Please."
Syd unzipped her and tugged her jeans down along with her boxers, Tate kicked them aside and spread her legs enough for Syd to see how fucking soaked she was.
"Goddamn baby, that all for me?" Syd murmured against Tate's inner thigh, biting it roughly in contrast to the light kisses she was pressing into her skin.
"Don't get cocky." Tate bit her lip to hide how hot she found Syd like this, knowing it was all for her. Syd bit down just slightly harder causing Tate's hips to jolt forward and a whimper slipped past her lips.
"Stop fucking teasing me and eat me out." She grumbled sternly.
"Yes daddy." Holy fuck. Power trip of a life time. This was confirmation that Tate was in control, Syd may be the one with her tongue deep in her pussy but Tate held domination. Complete imperial domination, and fuck did she like seeing Syd on her knees.
Desperation in her eyes like she'd die without tasting Tate's wet cunt. She'd been starved of this salvation for so long she will forever be consumed by it for the rest of her life.
Syd inched forward burying her nose in Tate's heat before running her tongue up along her slit. She repeated her movements, teasing Tate, the anticipation growing unbearable before her lips wrapped around her pulsing clit.
Tate's hips bucked forward her hand sliding down into Syd's hair gripping tightly and grinding onto her unwavering tongue. Her other hand gripping the counter top to steady herself, her knees weak at the pleasure running through her entire system, overriding her senses and all thoughts in her head vanished.
"Fuck so good, that feels so good." Her grip tightened further and now she was fully riding Syd's face. Syd groaned into her pussy, she tasted so sweet, like honey melting on her tongue and she couldn't get enough.
Her lips suctioned around Tate's clit, her tongue roughly flicking over it with a fast pace, pleasure that felt like ecstasy flooding her veins, that familiar tight pressure building low in her abdomen, chasing it with every grind of her hips.
"Shit shit fuck I'm close." Tate whined out desperately, the need to cum growing incessant.
Syd pulled away for just a second, "Make a mess of my face baby."
Tate moaned at her words, eyebrows drawing together as the pleasure became overwhelming.
"I'm gonna cum fuck fuck."
"Be a good boy and cum for me." Syd possessively muffled between Tate's thighs. That was the final straw for Tate, her thighs clamped shut around Syd's head, trembling as her orgasm washed through her, moans tumbling out one after another, chasing every second of her pleasure against Syd's unrelenting mouth.
Syd was in heaven, or the closest thing to it. She'd never seen anything more beautiful, watching Tate cum on her face was a sight she'd never forget. She'd happily die right here, face buried between her legs making her feel so fucking good.
Syd didn't stop even after Tate had experienced the best orgasm of her life.
"Okay fuck stop being greedy." Tate gasped desperately, pulling Syd up off the floor, or rather yanking. The pleasure was too good, but her clit was sensitive. They both panted heavily, Tate still coming down from the high of her orgasm and processing what just happened.
"Did those 12 women get the same Syd experience as me?" She questioned cheekily.
Syd laughed in disbelief, "Why? You gonna be jealous if they did?"
"Shut up." Tate smirked before gripping Syd's collar and pulling her in for a kiss, tasting herself on her tongue. Syd tried to sneak her hand down between Tate's thighs again but Tate gripped her wrist to stop her.
They both smirked into the kiss, laughing softly.
"Hands to yourself handsome." Tate muttered quietly. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads together, closing their eyes and soaking in the moment.
"You wanna stay the night?" Tate asked curiously, it was probably too soon for this but she didn't want the night to end just yet.
"I'd love that kid." Syd smiled before laughing when Tate smacked her chest playfully and told her not to call her that.
you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.
you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame
