I Tear Ran Down My Thigh

I am not feeling myself rn (chronic illness type shit) sooooo I'm feeling kinda clingy rn :((

I just need a girl to wrap my arms around like a koala (lmfao) and hold them close as I fall back to sleep

She whispers teasing remarks about my touchiness and I just hum back, no shame in my game right now. I'm still in this sleepy haze and I want is her warmth, touch and presence near.

She knows there's not much she can do to help. There's not some many pill to take to make it all better, you often have to endure.

Because of this, I'm inclined to push through and over work myself even if rest is supposedly important. It's hard for me to take breaks when I'm in the zone. I can even be a bit mean when I don't intend to. I'm just so locked in.

But eventually, I can't say no to her. The last thing I want is her to be upset with me. Let alone worry about me like I need to be taken care of. It's a bit embarrassing for me. So i reluctantly put the laptop down and try to rest.

Sleep is hard. It's hard to fall asleep cause my body doesn't really get it the memo at times. But she tells me to just relax, that she knows I'm tired, exhausted, she's not going anywhere. That gently voice in my ears feels like propofol, I'm asleep in just a few minutes when she runs my fingers through my hair.

Everything somehow feels so much better when I'm in her arms. The smell of her shampoo is beautiful. My hand on the dip of the side of her waist. Our legs entangled. And I can't help but whisper "thank yous" and "I love yous"

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx 🤍)

Hey girl, how are u

I'm doing good. Finals are coming up but honestly my mental health isn't all that bad (I'm gonna regret saying that in an hour giver or take lmao)

Hbu? What's up with you?

Also I have tons more wicked fanart. Should I post it?

happy butch femme sunday

embarrassing repost

i just want to be in a pretty girl’s lap and be held like babyyyy

Rate my dumbass dog

She smells and got attacked by a boar.

Incredibly needy

Dumb dumb she is

CUTE CUTE CUTE OMG OMG KENDKCMELCKE

If she looked up at me like that I'd spoil her :(((

it's 8:40 am right but I'm still sleepy

all I wanna do is lay my head in a pretty girl's lap

or just rest my head between her thighs 💔

just play with my hair pls pls pls

(I'm a sucker for thighs, big or small, or muscular I really dgaf oh my goodness I'm so single 💔)

Me and my future gf

can I big spoon a butch?

idk man, first time for everything 😝