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PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARLÂ (2003) dir. Gore Verbinski
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if they dont get a damn chappell roan song (good luck babe perferrably) in season 5, im rioting /lh

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Lovingly I really need some of yâall to realise that presenting femininely does not automatically make you a femme, and that itâs not just short for feminine (which is just fem, btw)
You canât be a femme and hate/villainise butches
You canât be a femme if youâre idea of femininity is still centred around men or the male gaze
You canât be a femme and be transphobic
You canât be a femme and still support genocide or any of the atrocities our government commits time and time again
The femme identity is a sociopolitical identity that has such a rich history in rebellion and going against societal norms, itâs not an aesthetic.
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Glory
Sevika x Reader
W.C 1.8k
Content: modern au bouncer Sevika, femme sub reader, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, finger sucking, light mocking, praise.
Glory was your favourite gay club to go to in the city. It was above Hole in the Wall, the gay bar and it were owned by the same woman, Sevika.
Youâd been coming here for a few years, before Sevika had bought the bar and club over, back when she was only the bouncer. Now she was the owner she still did shifts on the club door. You all knew it was because she liked to keep a tight eye on the place. She wanted to remind everyone who was in charge.
Sevika had a reputation for taking zero shit. The place always felt safe, Sevika made sure of it.
Youâd always admired her from a far. Her strong imposing frame was hard to ignore.
Sometimes shed look your way while you were staring, catching you. On those few occasions youâd dart your eyes away and leave quickly, not looking back her way for the rest of the night.
Tonight, wasnât like the others.
Glory was putting on one of its girlâs nights. It was an opportunity for queer women and their friends to come and socialise with each other, flirt maybe, find someone to go home with.
These nights were always popular, and you usually came with you friends just to dance and be around other people like you.
On this night you decide to come alone.
You wore your black platform DMs and a short black velvet dress that youâd bought second hand. You did your makeup with sparking eyeshadow to make your eyes pop and red lipstick to match your nails.
You wanted attention tonight. You wanted to feel seen.
After youâd had a drink in the bar bellow and said hi to some familiar faces you made your way to Holes entrance.
âHey Doll. No friends with you tonight?â
Sevika looked you up and down.
You felt hot under her gaze.
âNo just meâ you smiled at her. ââMy good to head up?â
She hummed low in her throat as confirmations and nodded her head in the direction of upstairs.
As you headed up you could feel her eyes on you from behind. Satisfaction bloomed in your chest.
You looked back and caught her eye.
Sevika watched you with a dark stair unashamedly.
You danced as the night went on, mingling with familiar faces and new ones.
You saw now, Sevika at the outskirts of the club floor.
Arms crossed tight over her chest, the definition of her forearms pronounced.
Her eyes were fixed steadily on you. Hot and intense.
You didnât know how long sheâd been watching. It excited you, being seen by her.
You didnât look away from her as you continued to dance. You felt bravery rise in you, as you matched the intensity of her gaze.
There was a heat already pooling low inside you.
She raised her head slightly, eyebrow arching as she looked at you incredulously.
Even in the darkness of the club, you could see the amusement ghosting her features. It felt like a dare.
She was enjoying this little chase. And so would you.
You stopped dancing, watching Sevika as you turned and walked out of the club, past the cloaked room, down the stairs and out into the cold night air.
You hadnât looked back as you left but you werenât surprised when only moments after you arrived outside Sevika followed.
Still, your heart skipped.
Sevika turned to the other bouncer working the door âIâm going on my break. If you need me radioâ
She walked up to you, dripping with confidence, smirk playing at her mouth âYou cominâ with me?â
âWhere?â you replied. Your voice was quiet. Your breath caught slightly as the weight of her presence washed over you.
Your eyes landed on Sevikaâs full chest, unignorable under her tight black t-shirt. Her shoulders wide and strong, arms solid.
Everything about Sevika took up space, demanded to be noticed.
You took your lower lip between your teeth, absentmindedly.
Sevika saw. A bolt of desire piercing through her at the sight of your obvious want. You had been driving her mad all night.
She reached out and took your hand, thumb rubbing over its back. The gentleness took you aback.
âMy office.â
You didnât even try to hide the smile from your face.
Sevika laughed âHm yeh? Sounds good to you, Sweetheart?â
Sevika lead you by the hand through the bar to the back where her office was.
You didnât mind that people could see, not that anyone was paying attention. It was late enough that everyone was too drunk and the bar was packed.
The room was small and slightly cluttered with papers and files. You had a feeling that to Sevika, everything had its place.
You didnât have much time to take in your surrounding as Sevika shut the door behind you, grabbed your elbow and pushed you against the wall with a kiss that stole your breath.
Her whole body was pressed into yours, warm and solid.
You melted into her, a small sound escaping from your throat as one of her hands travelled up to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head up to bring her tongue deeper into your mouth. You obeyed. Your body felt light and safe.
The kiss was open mouthed and wet.
It had the entire night built up in it and all the glances from previous nights.
This need that had been humming low in you both finally breaking.
Her other hand moved under your dress to grab at your ass.
It surprised you how easy it was to give yourself over to her.
Sevika walked you back from the wall, never breaking your kiss, until your backside came to her desk. She lifted you up to sit on top of it, placing both of her hands on your thighs and spreading them open for her.
She ground her hips down into your already soaked underwear, groaning as you let out a shocked moan into her mouth.
Sevikaâs lips found your neck alternating between sucking and biting down. Her hands were on your hips to keep you in place while she drove her need into yours. Even through her clothes she could feel the heat of you on her encouraged clit.
Your hands franticly searched to undo Sevikaâs belt, desperate to feel the evidence of her need.
Sevika pulled away from your kiss. Grabbing both of your wrists in one hand, stopping you in your tracks.
Her steel eyes bore into yours from above as she brought two of her fingers to your lips.
Sevika watched your mouth with intense hunger as she traced your lips, parting them with her figures and sunk them deep inside to play along your wet tongue.
You sucked eagerly, eyelids fluttering and breathing deeply through the comforting pleasure while Sevika began pumping her thick fingers in and out of your mouth slowly.
Sevika hummed in approval. The feeling of your tongue sucking her fingers deeper causing her clit to pulse and swell.
âDirty girlâ Sevika purred.
You looked up at Sevika, eyes pleading.
âYou like that, Honey? You like having your mouth fucked?â
You whined at her words. They made your pussy leak onto your already ruined lace underwear.
You wanted more.
Desperation was building in you, you could feel it matched in Sevika as she brought her mouth to your ear. You could feel the heat of her voice as she spoke softly.
âYou gonna be a good girl form me baby hmm?â
Sevika took her fingers from your mouth slowly. A trail of saliva following her fingers and landing on your chin.
You nodded frantically. Desperate for some relief for your aching pussy.
âY-yes. Yes, fuck yes pleaseâ
Sevika grinned, voice mocking. âoh, poor baby. You gonna take what I give you?â
âYesâ you gasped.
Sevika pulled your dress up and your soaked underwear down, so your bare ass was sitting on the desk, legs spread and cunt fulling exposed to her.
She took her fingers, still wet from your mouth, and spread your lips.
She groaned at the sight of you swollen and ready for her.
You instinctively went to close your legs.
Sevikaâs other hand went to grip your thigh.
âAh no sweetheart. You keep them open for me so I can get a good look at youâ
You felt your cheeks go red, the embarrassment at being on display overwhelming. Your knuckles gripped the edge of the desk to stop from covering yourself.
Sevika circled your already hard clit, too lightly
âPleaseâ you begged, squirming closer to her touch, needing more.
She circled again.
âPlease what, princess?â the look Sevika gave you offered no mercy.
âPlease. Please fuck meâ
Sevika thrust her two fingers deep into you.
You moaned at the intrusion. The feeling of her fingers and how easily they slid inside.
âMmm thatâs it baby.â Sevika hummed, coming closer to cup your cheek with her free hand.
She brought her forehead to yours âYou gonna take another finger for me? I wanna stretch that pussyâ
You nodded, arms going to her shoulders.
Sevika brought her other hand down and started rubbing tight circles right where you needed it.
Slowly, she added a third finger. The stretch sent a fresh ripple of pleasure through your body. Your head tilted back as sigh escaped your lips.
Sevika kissed your neck, picking up the pace as she pumped in and out of you.
She was grinding down hard on the back of her hand as her fingers continued to draw soft moans and whimpers from your throat.
Her hands were soaked with your wetness. You had leaked onto the desk underneath you.
Your bodies were flush to one another.
âDoes that feel good baby?â
Your head rested heavily on Sevikaâs chest as you mumbled for more.
You were so close. The sensation of her filling you up, the sounds your hole made while she fucked in and out of you repeatedly, the warm safe smell of her.
âThatâs it angel, look at me. Youâre taking It so wellâ Sevika cooed sweet praise down to you.
Your hands tightened on Sevikaâs shoulders, solid and sure. You looked up into her eyes and knew you couldnât hold on anymore.
âShow me youâre a good girl and cum for meâ
Your body obeyed.
Your insides clapped down hard onto Sevikaâs fingers as your orgasm rippled through you. Wave after wave hitting every part of you, leaving you weak and your mind empty.
Sevika stayed close to you, grinding on the back of her hand still buried inside you until you rode out the aftershocks. After a moment Sevika slowly took her fingers from inside you, bringing them to her own mouth and sucking them clean.
 But you werenât done, not just yet.
You pulled and the waist of Sevikaâs jeans, running your finger along the inside.
âI want more. I wanna feel youâ. Your eyes were full as you looked up at her, everything outside of the two of you was gone in that moment.
Sevika grinned down at you then kissed your forehead before pulling back.
âGet on your knees.â
{Chapter 2}
I hope you enjoyed!
Thinking of her lying on her tummy as I get strapped up with a strap I feared would be too big for her. Noticing her fingers between her legs, gently rubbing herself off as she waits. Taking a minute to admire her long nails, how pretty they look against her cunt.
Getting on the bed behind her and taking a shaky breath, taking in how beautiful she is. Lubing up my strap and jerking off above her ass, laughing and threatening to do that instead of put it in. "No, please," she begged, "please.."
I can never say no to her. Not when she's like this.
I press the tip of my cock into her, still nervous it wont fit. But it does. She gasps, and I groan as I feel how warm and wet she is. I start off with slow gentle strokes, but soon I'm rutting into her like an animal, growling in her ear and biting into her shoulder. She cries into a pillow, crying "daddy daddy daddy..." and mewling about how big it is and how full she feels. I wrap an arm around her neck, putting her in a headlock. Putting all my weight on her and thrusting my hips as hard as I can. She screams into the pillow that she's cumming but I don't stop. I'm chasing my own orgasm. Huffing on top of her, feeling as the pressure builds inside myself. Pounding into her as she shakes and whimpers. Collapsing on top of her as I cum, panting into her neck. Laying there for a while, holding hands. Finally getting the energy to pull myself up and slowly pull out, taking the strap off so we can cuddle together.
She lets me stay the night. We take turns spooning each other. It feels so good to be enveloped in her scent.
In the morning she makes me tea and biscuits, talking my ear off about her travels. I love every second of it. By the time I'm in my car, I miss her already.

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By Anja MĂŒller, published in Mein lesbisches Auge 03 in 2002
Oh to be called boy in a lesbian way. Handsome in a butch sort of manner. A dyke type of boyfriend. A lesbian guy. Dude. Husband. Please