#nb|w

[shynerdwantscuddles]

I have a question for the butches

Do you prefer being called…

Cute

Handsome

Pretty

Cute & handsome

Cute & pretty

Pretty & Handsome

All of these

Something else (please specify in tags)

I’m not butch. Show me the results.

Voting ended onNov 1, 2024

[celticcat17]

Honestly now I want a romance story where someone comes out as genderfluid because they fall in love with a bi girl and want to be everything for her….

[weepingfireflies]

Me, minding my own damn business:

My brain, about to drop the bombshell that I’m bi out of nowhere: 

[sanguineous-succubus]

I’m laying beside you, all cosy in bed together, with my head on your chest. An old black and white movie plays in front of us as we relax together after a long day. I trace small, lazy patterns across your stomach, slowly making my way down into your boxers. We’re not fucking. We’re relaxing. I let my fingers comb through the soft hair between your thighs, using my sharp nails to apply a bit of pressure every now and then. I can hear your heartbeat, feel your chest starting to rise quicker. No no no sweetheart, we’re relaxing. I slip a finger down further, biting my lip hard to prevent myself from moaning at the warm, wet sensation at your core. Letting my finger dip inside, you let out a whimper. No, darling. We. Are. Relaxing.

I suppose it’s a good job I thought to attach your leash to the bed post to prevent you being able to move, isn’t it?

Cis men don’t fucking touch

[sanguineous-succubus]

I want to cockwarm you whilst you play your video games. Not moving, just straddling you, telling you to pay attention to your game. I can tell you want to focus on me, on worshipping me, but not yet. We’re playing my game. I drag my long, sharp nails down your chest, causing you to shift against me with need. I dig a nail deep into your chest, causing you to wince. Patience. My game, my rules. I dip my head towards your neck, whispering my warm breath across your skin, causing you yet again to shudder. Silly boy. I bite down hard in the spot where your neck meets your shoulders, and you cry out. I quickly soothe the pain with my tongue. What’s wrong honey? I ask, with mock pity. ‘Please-‘ you whine. You try to continue your sentence but are cut off when I roll my hips against you. ‘Shhhhh’ I whisper against your neck. ‘Let mommy take care of you’

Cis men don’t fucking touch

[sanguineous-succubus]

Come and fasten my heels for me. Can’t have them falling off whilst I step on you now, can we?

[sanguineous-succubus]

Mascs can and should straddle their femmes laps

[captain-werewolf]

I don’t like parties or getting drunk. But wouldn’t it be great if I went to a party, got drunk and made out with a cute girl and she liked me back.