#sapphic 💕

[star-pocalypse]

I’m so tired, I just wanna be a lovergirl

[realrosielol]

GIRL ANACHRONISM

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Fellow dommes, I would like to share a new thing I recently discovered that I think you should try out. We all know how nice the possessiveness of saying "you're mine" to your sub can be. Making them say "I'm yours", or cooing/growling "you're mine" into their ear while they're so deep into subspace all they can do is smile and moan. I've even seen a post making the rounds of growling "I'm yours" into your subs ears as you use them mercilessly. Remind them that only they get receive this treatment.

I see these acts of consensual possession and raise you the notion of ordering your sub to say "you're mine" to you as you make them cum. Holding their eye contact right before you push them over the edge and growl "what am I, kitten? Say it. Say I'm yours."

"You're mine?" they'll of course be initially confused, but press the idea, and as you do, push them over the edge.

"Again."

"You're mine" This time a little more confidence behind the statement.

"That's right... Again."

"You're mine" Finally getting the idea, and realizing it feels amazing.

"Again!"

"You're mine... you're mine... you're mine..."

By this point you can just watch and enjoy as they begin to chant it with the biggest smile on their face, all while orgasming in a way that they haven't before. A different kind of intensity. Continue to make them cum as they passively repeat "you're mine" over and over and over, letting the pleasure and chanting hypnotize them into a state of pure bliss. I promise you, it will give you a form of confidence in your domming entirely separate from claiming them and it feels utterly intoxicating 💕

[dear-mimii]

clingy!jinx x gf!reader

pairing! jinx x gf!reader

about! you’re just trying to finish tidying up your shared apartment, but poor, sleepy jinx just wants you to go to bed with her…

cw! nothing, straight fluff

word count! 415

an! this was a little self indulgent, but there’s not enough jinx appreciation! i love my blue haired terrorist🫶🏽

“jinx.”

“jinx.”

“come on jinx, i can’t clean if you’re hanging off of my leg!”

jinx had been clingy, whiny, and utterly needy all night long. you didn’t mind—you never did, and most times you found it cute. but when you were trying to get some stuff done in your shared apartment, she got in the way a bit.

“pretty please? why can’t you come to bed with me baby! im tired…” jinx whined, keeping a death grip on your thigh as you shuffled your leg to the other side of the kitchen to put some dishes away.

“i am not stopping you from sleeping, jinx. ill be there when i finish, k? and… think of it this way. if you stay clinging to my leg, it’s gonna take longer for me to finish. please babe?”

huffing and pouting, jinx reluctantly let go of her grip on your thigh, standing up and throwing her arms around your neck like wet noodles.

“fineeee. you’re lucky i love you.” with a final whine and sleepy kiss to your cheek, jinx trudged off barefoot to the bedroom.

about an hour later, the dishes were washed, laundry was being washed, and the living room was tidy—finally time to sleep. you brushed your teeth, took a shower, and changed into a silk sleep shirt and shorts. padding quietly in the bedroom, expecting to find jinx curled under the covers, asleep. nope, she was sitting up, crisscrossed, picking at her fingernails. she looked up at you and beamed, her previous boredom dissipating.

“what happened to you being tired? seriously baby, why are you still awake? you knew i was coming eventually.” you sighed, but couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact jinx stayed up all this time.

you climbed into bed next to her, already getting comfortable. but before you could get yourself situated, jinx was already climbing on top of you, spreading out like a starfish. she was just like a weighted blanket… if the weight wasn’t distributed equally and it specifically pressed against your chest. you let out a huff as her weight settled, quickly coming to terms with the fact that you wouldn’t be able to take a full breath tonight.

jinx whined, “because i sleep better with you! you’re like a big body pillow… all soft and warm…”

you made a sound—something like a strangled chuckle as you tried to tell her, “jinx, i can’t even—“

“nope. you’re all mine. you don’t need to breathe that much.”

[bat-boness]

Sneek peak to a drawing for the sapphics out there💕

[romanoffsbish]

You can not convince me they don’t know their audience (🌈)

[mimimar]

page 6 of my ivy comic ✿

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[littlewitchvee]

soft and curvy, come have a taste🎀

slowly learning to be okay with the curves and marks on my body

[amaris-unhinged]

turn off my brain.

turn it off.

i don’t wanna think.

just wanna be teased into oblivion.

please.

just wanna be a good girl.

just wanna be good for you 🫠

this post is about sapphics ❤️🧡🤍🩷

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

"I just don't want you to feel like I'm objectifying you"

Objectify me. Do it. I want to be your trophy butch. A gorgeous piece of well-tended art for you and you alone. I preen myself for you. I pick out my outfits based on what I think will please you most. I live for sheer lustful hunger in your eyes. You want me to flex my arms for you? How long? You want to watch me get sweaty as I do chores? I'll add a couple more to my list for the day so you can see me do more. You like how that black t-shirt fits on me? I'm buying 6 more of them so I have one for every day of the week. I belong to you, darlin'. So go ahead, objectify me. Devour me. I'll keep coming back for more.

[dear-mimii]

ambessa x queen!reader

pairing! ambessa x wife!reader

about! are you the only person in that council who takes politics seriously? the stress really got to you this time…

cw! just fluff😚

word count! 504

an! what pictures could possibly match ambessa😭 anyways, a little fluff with ambessa is what we all need in life, right?? anyways… im also looking for suggestions, so feel free to send in asks!🫶🏽🫶🏽 also do y’all want me to make a master list??

gods, you swear some of these people could be utterly insufferable. usually, you didn’t mind sitting in for ambessa during council meetings. but my gods, you felt like the only competent person in there. a collection of warlords from the south western region of Noxus were basically in a muscle measuring competition, where for at least the last 15 minutes, they were arguing about whose weapon was the coolest? you were holding your head by the temples, rubbing circles in a futile attempt to calm yourself and unclench your jaw. finally, you balled your hand into a fist, slamming it on the table to get everyone’s attention.

through a clenched jaw, you spoke, “i do apologize for the interruption, but perhaps we should get back to the topic at hand?” your voice was strained, rising slightly with every syllable.

two of the warlords looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, before bursting out in boisterous laughter.

awarlord covered in furs, Marek, looked over at you and said, “looks like the wife isn’t just a paperweight after all! we all deeply apologize, we’ll get right back on track, hah!”

you just hated the way they belittled you, acting as if you were just a stand in for ambessa instead of a woman who is actually involved in politics. after a bit more laughing and muttered comments, the warlords eventually focused back on the meeting, albeit begrudgingly. you definitely wouldn’t say it went without a hitch, but nobody could control those brutes 100%.

back at home, you stripped out of your clothes without a second thought and changed into your usual comfort staples: a burgundy silk robe, loose black wool pants, and nothing else. you couldn’t be bothered. in the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and immediately felt it—the tight pull of your hairstyle, like it had been clenched all day. you were already annoyed, already frustrated, and the tension headache it was giving you only made things worse. you didn’t even try to be gentle. you just started yanking out the rubber bands and hair ties, one by one, not caring if it hurt.

that’s when you caught ambessa’s gaze in the mirror. she had clearly just come home, still in her usual regal yet militaristic garb. ambessa stood in the mirror, watching your frenzied movements.

“…sweetheart.”

ambessa took a firm step, reaching for your hands and guiding them away from your hair. ambessa was never the best with expressing her love in words, but you never doubted her love and care for you. she took your hands in one of her own, rubbing over your knuckles with her calloused thumb.

“gods… what battlefield did you come from?” her eyes were wide with worry; not frenzied, but concerned.

ambessa brought one of your hands to her lips, letting it stay there for a long while before embracing you, gently pushing your chest against hers and stroking your hair.

“come now, you need relax for a bit.”

[bat-boness]

Finished drawing this absolute BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AS MARILYN!! <//333 AHGGHH HEAR ME OUT GUYS!! CMKN PLZ..

And also.... A little sneak peak surprise for my sapphic lover pookiez on here MWAH

Yeah we gettin a lil crazy down here tonight 🙏

[cobwebgf]

dagger femme 🤝🏽 sword butch

[imactuallyreallycool]

[veilfemme]

gothic femme 🤝 golden retriever butch

[vivsinkpot]

Romantic Prompts: The Knight vs. The Sorcerer

Some love stories are forged in light. Others take shape in shadow — in stolen glances across the battlefield, in forbidden spells whispered too softly to be heard, in the quiet tension between sworn duty and impossible magic.

This is for those bound by oaths and those born of fire — for the blade that hesitates and the spell cast too late, for the love that lives in the pause between courage and consequence.

Here are ten prompts for the kind of love that’s felt in silence, and seen too late — or just in time. Pronouns are interchangeable.

1. “They are forced to share a small cabin during a storm while on a perilous quest.”

The rain hammered the wooden roof as the Knight and the Sorcerer found themselves trapped by the tempest in a cramped cabin barely large enough for one. The Knight, ever steadfast and guarded, shifted uneasily, unused to such close quarters with someone so… unpredictable. The Sorcerer, whose magic pulsed like a quiet flame, seemed oddly calm, eyes reflecting flickers of firelight. Outside, the storm roared, but inside, an unspoken tension grew — neither wanted to admit how much the other’s warmth was a balm against the cold world. When the Knight’s hand brushed against the Sorcerer’s while reaching for a shared blanket, the line between protector and enchantress blurred, stirring something fierce and tender neither could ignore.

2. “They meet as rivals in a tournament but are drawn together by a mysterious curse.”

When the Knight and Sorcerer faced off in the grand tournament, swords and spells clashed beneath the awestruck crowd. Their rivalry was legendary — steel against sorcery, honor against cunning. But after the last round, a sudden, dark curse entwined their fates, binding their souls in a way neither could break. Forced to work together to unravel the ancient magic, they discovered how their differences complemented and challenged each other. The Knight’s unwavering resolve softened beneath the Sorcerer’s enigmatic charm, while the Sorcerer found new strength in the Knight’s steadfast heart. As the curse deepened, so did their connection — transforming enmity into a fierce, undeniable desire that neither battlefield nor magic could resist.

3. “The Knight is sworn to protect the Sorcerer, whose magic is slowly consuming them.”

Bound by duty, the Knight pledged to guard the Sorcerer whose power came at a steep price: each spell drained more of their life force. With every battle, the she grew weaker, and the Knight’s resolve burned brighter. They traveled through shadowed forests and ruined castles, the Knight’s sword always ready, his eyes never leaving the fragile form beside them. Yet, it wasn’t just protection that blossomed in the quiet moments — there were stolen glances, whispered confessions beneath starlit skies, and a heat that neither could explain. As the Sorcerer’s magic threatened to consume them, the Knight vowed to be their shield not only from enemies but from the creeping loneliness of a fate no one else could understand.

4. “They exchange forbidden letters across enemy lines, falling in love without ever meeting.”

In a war that tore kingdoms apart, the Knight and Sorcerer lived on opposite sides, sworn enemies by birth and duty. Yet, in secret, they exchanged letters — letters filled with dreams, fears, and the slow blossoming of something tender and forbidden. The Knight’s words spoke of honor and the weight of a sword; the Sorcerer’s ink traced magic and longing. Each letter built a fragile bridge across the divide, a world where they could be more than rivals. They yearned to meet, to touch, but the danger was too great. Still, the more they wrote, the more their hearts ached to bridge the physical distance, knowing that when they finally crossed paths, everything would change — forever.

5. “The Sorcerer saves the Knight from death, binding their lives in an ancient ritual.”

Bleeding and broken on the battlefield, the Knight’s last breath was stolen away by the Sorcerer’s desperate magic. The ancient ritual used to save them bound their souls together — life and death entwined in a way neither fully understood. Now the Knight feels every pulse of the Sorcerer’s magic, and the Sorcerer senses every beat of the Knight’s heart. Their fates are irrevocably linked, creating a bond that is as dangerous as it is beautiful. Navigating this new connection, they discover strength in each other’s presence, sparks of passion igniting beneath the weight of their intertwined destinies. Together, they must learn not only to survive but to love beyond the limits of life and death itself.

6. “They hide from a relentless enemy in a hidden sanctuary, where trust slowly becomes love.”

Forced to flee the world outside, the Knight and Sorcerer found refuge in a forgotten sanctuary beneath ancient trees. Days blurred into nights as they hunted for safety, but the real challenge was the walls each had built around their hearts. The Knight, trained to trust only her sword, struggled to accept the Sorcerer’s quiet magic and softer truths. The Sorcerer, cloaked in mystery and shadow, yearned for a bond that transcended power and duty. Slowly, as silence grew between whispered spells and shared meals, trust blossomed into something more — tentative, fragile, yet fiercely alive. In the sanctuary’s dim light, the line between protector and beloved vanished, leaving only two souls drawn irresistibly together.

7. “The Knight and Sorcerer must perform a dangerous magical ceremony requiring absolute trust.”

In a ritual older than kingdoms, the Knight and Sorcerer stood side by side, hands trembling as ancient words wove around them. The ceremony demanded absolute trust — each vulnerable to the other’s power and will. The Knight’s steady breath anchored the Sorcerer’s swirling magic, while the Sorcerer’s soft voice calmed the Knight’s racing heart. With every chant, every spark of light, the space between them shrank, the ceremony becoming a dance of souls as much as of power. As the final invocation sealed their bond, they realised the true magic wasn’t in the ritual itself, but in the fragile, fierce love that had blossomed in the crucible of trust and danger.

8. “The Sorcerer teaches the Knight magic, and the lessons become more than academic.”

At first, the Sorcerer’s lessons were strictly about power — how to channel fire, how to command wind, how to bend light. The Knight approached each with the precision of a sword strike, determined but skeptical. But as days passed, the lessons slipped into laughter and lingering touches, each spell practice a chance to bridge the distance between duty and desire. The Knight’s armor felt heavier when not near the Sorcerer’s easy smile, and the Sorcerer found themselves drawn to the steadfast strength beneath the Knight’s stern exterior. Magic, it seemed, was only the beginning — what grew between them was a force far more enchanting and unpredictable.

9. “They must navigate court politics while hiding their forbidden love from watchful eyes.”

In the glittering halls of the kingdom, the Knight and Sorcerer played their roles perfectly — stoic protector, enigmatic adviser — while hiding a flame that burned too brightly to be seen. Whispers and sidelong glances surrounded them like shadows, and every stolen moment was a gamble. The Sorcerer’s spells shielded them from prying eyes, but no magic could mask the way their fingers brushed beneath the silk of gowns and armor plates. Each secret meeting was a risk, every touch a rebellion against the rules that sought to keep them apart. In a world where loyalty was currency and love was weakness, they learned that true courage was not only wielding a sword or spell but daring to love without fear.

10. “After a battle, the Sorcerer nurses the wounded Knight, discovering a love neither expected.”

The battlefield was a blur of pain and smoke, but when the dust settled, the Sorcerer found the Knight gravely wounded, pale beneath bloodied armor. Gently, she lifted the Knight to a hidden glen, where herbs and magic mingled to soothe ragged wounds. Days passed in quiet care — the Sorcerer’s soft hands tracing healing circles, the Knight’s steady breath slowly returning. With each shared silence, a fragile intimacy grew, blooming in the spaces between pain and hope. Neither could have foreseen that from the ashes of war would rise a love fierce and tender, one born in the delicate balance between strength and vulnerability.

Whether you’re writing forbidden magic, sworn duty, or a bond forged in battle — the sorcerer and knight dynamic never fails to amaze.

More dynamic-driven prompt sets coming soon.