#sapphic desire

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

a conversation with my teenage self would probably go something like this

[thatautisticlesbian]

I am feeling so much sapphic desire right now.

I just want to send love letters to a girl and seal them with s kiss, and pull out her old letters that faintly still smell like her favorite perfume and taking a deep breath and falling deeper in love with her.

I want to come home and say sweeties I'm home and have my beautiful wives come to meet me with the beautiful little girl we made together.

I want to watch a movie my hands intertwined with the women I love.

I want to get married so badly

I want to steal her clothes and her sweaters from her and claim them as mine now.

I want to cuddle on a couch, holding her tightly as I am held.

I want to cook her soup and care for her when she is sick.

I want to clean up after her I want to make things just how she likes it. I want to do millions of small things to show her my love.

I have so much love

[fluffy--cookie]

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

doing research for my master's thesis (applications due soon! im crying!) + i came across this translated 16th century French sapphic poem and i'm genuinely near tears, omg. sapphic yearning never fuckign changes,,,

Alas! How I’ve spilled my guts in vain! How I fled every other Love the same! How in vain you (scornful one) I chose, As my one delight, as my life’s rose! How in vain did I think the time ahead Would by miracle through the centuries us wed And that, unique example in French history, Our Love would serve as eternal memory Proof that Love of woman by woman may arise And from all manly Lovers seize the prize.

Elegy for a Lady enamoured of another Lady, Pontus de Tyard (1573). (Link to the full text)

[invisible-pink-toast]

one of my favourite genre's of music

[wordweaverlynn]

Hot at every size.

Sapphics who don't like fat girls are so weird to me. You're supposed to like girl. Why wouldn't you want more girl per girl

[cineatros]

٠࣪⭑ art of desire ⭑ daniela avanzini

٠࣪⭑ synopsis: Supermodel Daniela Avanzini has finally landed a cover feature in one of the most prestigious fashion magazines—a long-time dream in her career. But her excitement quickly sours when she learns that the magazine is now being overseen by none other than the CEO’s daughter, Y/N, a mid-known heir with a reputation for unpredictability. Daniela immediately clashes with Y/N, convinced the girl is out of her depth and only coasting on her last name. What Daniela doesn’t realize, though, is that Y/N is far more competent—and deviously clever—than she lets on. In fact, she thrives on getting under Daniela’s skin.

"Never try to waste your time"

٠࣪⭑ pairing: model!daniela avanzini x ceo!daughter reader

٠࣪⭑ tags: fluff, crack, smau, little writing, sexual jokes, sexual tension (?), mention of substance and alcohol, model daniela, daughter of ceo reader, toxicity, red flags, tiny bit of angst, profanities, kys jokes, hate-love relationship, suggestive themes.

"And you never try to waste mine"

٠࣪⭑ guests: billie eilish. p1h (yoon keeho). enhypen (park jongseong). le sserafim (huh yunjin). katseye. other celebs.

٠࣪⭑ status: on the making.

٠࣪⭑ author's note: This is an original work of smau, and is written for entertainment purposes only. Any names or characters, businesses or events or incidents, are fictitious and for the lore the place is going to be in New York. The characters identity have no relation to the actual persons/portrayers—and are solely based on the author's imagination. Don't bother looking at the timestaps 'cause it's not that important unless stated and also the face claim would be random masc peepz at pinterest so ctto. taglist is also open.

٠࣪⭑ in queue: drive - the weeknd. tbh - pnd. into it - chase atlantic. tightrope - zayn. don't blame me - taylor swift. idfc - blackbear. r u mine? - arctic monkeys. friends - chase atlantic. meddle about - chase atlantic. starboy - the weeknd. heaven - julia michaels. pillowtalk - zayn. she - harry styles. her - chase atlantic. miss possessive - tate mcrae.

"I'm tryna treat you special, like no one did"

٠࣪⭑ profiles.ᐟ nepo babies (on top) models models models models models models 2.0

٠࣪⭑ chapters.ᐟ

001. new face of vogue 002.

taglist: @xochitlisbest @fruityg0rl @leotapes @cceanvvaves @hotluvlet @chahcahca @harajukub4rb1e @ragingteenagelesbian @haerinkisser @yuyuyuuuuchlo @hydrardz @zindoriyo @kristalag @wwwlpgs @indigo491

[running-with-kn1ves]

I am existentially and ridiculously obsessed with the idea of women in general, but i've dabbled back into ASMR and I'm down bad.

TW: Alcohol mentioned, manipulation, somno, guilt tripping,

She's just your best friend-- you've known her all throughout grade school, watched her attempt keg stands as you're forced to pull her back to her apartment, her slurring voice calling to you with how much she loves you between laughs and sobs. She holds you in a hug tighter than normal, with her nose deep into the crook of your neck. And in the mornings when you help soothe her hangover, she conveniently forgets.

She's so keen to take care of you, insisting on fulfilling your every need before you can even think of it. It feels wrong, how much she aims to please you, how much of her paycheck goes to your happiness, but there's nothing you can do to stop it-- in fact, it seems to only make her feel worse if you don't let her do what she demands is merely keeping you happy,

"what anyone would do for a friend."

She's with you every moment she can be, and she ensures in all of the self-awareness she has, to not to suffocate you. The last thing she'd want is to be forced away-- so she makes a sacrifice, to leave you to quietness even if its just on the other side of the room.

She watches you while you drift off to sleep, drawing patterns on your back and breathing in the deep scent of your hair.

She knows its vile, its wrong for her to abuse the power you've given her-- but its so hard to resist pulling your shirt up just slightly to see the soft, relaxed flesh of your body, to feel the warmth of your hips under your pajama pants, to sneak a hand up your back and under your shirt, drawing you in for a cuddle as her head is buried into your chest. the dip of your back as it curves from the reaction of her cold fingers is her favorite, it feels as if you're leaning into her, shuddering at her touch.

And when you're tipsy, home alone with her for a calm night-in, you almost aren't surprised to hear her suggest trying to kiss each other. Why not, right? You're best friends, how HAVEN'T you tried before? If your relationship is as strong as you think it is, it won't mean anything, just a silly alcohol-induced memory for the future. But its hard when she's desperate, not in the right mind, feeling your tongue against hers. It's impossible to stop, grabbing at the back of your hair to deepen the kiss with intensity. The hitch she uses to cover up the desperate sigh she lets out doesn't work, and she prays you're not coherent enough to feel how intentional she is, how hungry she is.

She pushes you back on the couch, relishing in the warmth of your body as you slowly feel out her lips, unsure and still feeling off at kissing someone you've shared beds and unhealed emotional wounds with.

"Does this feel good?" She asks, wanting to make sure you're pleased, that maybe she can do something right and get what she wants too. Her thighs encase yours as she's practically holding you hostage, fingers entwined in your limp ones, kisses falling down your neck as you forget how to answer. It feels too raw, too full of desire to just be a drunken kiss, a drunken hickey, a drunken hand up your shirt. But you can't deny it-- that odd tension, the one you've noticed for a long time becoming broken, it felt good. Even when she sucked face with someone random at a party as a defense ploy, never too far away from you, she was never like this-- never all-devouring, savoring the salty taste of your skin, almost crying from the release of getting to touch you like this, while you're awake.

"Just give me this-- please," She's desperate, never having asked you for anything as she kisses your wet lips between words. And how can you say no? Your best friend, desperate for you to give her something so simple, something she's been desiring for a long time. It's the least you could do, right?

[sultryvixen]

The amount of times i have made out with her in my head is really unhealthy

[heartavenue]

⚢ S/o Things To Script: Sapphic Edition

Hey you, are you tired of this heteronormative world? Do you want some sapphic things to script? Well you came to the right place! Your number one fav lesbian shifter heard you loud and clear... now let's go!

OMG this is by far one of my favorite things that I have scripted: matching carabiners (okay carabiners are a way for lesbians to let other lesbians know that they're lesbians. there is even a code, if you wear your carabiner on the left you identify as a top and if you wear your carabiner on the right you identify as a bottom) But imagine wearing a carabiner with a locket attached with your lesbian lover inside AHH! For example:

Wlw pregnancies, come on I just wanna carry our baby like THIS IS ESSENTIAL!

Doing each other's makeup.

If you are butchfemme/studfemme masc4fem, etc you can swap clothing aesthetics.

Own a cat together (what is more gay than owning a cat together....)

If periods still exist in your Dr (you or your s/o) make baskets for you filled with your favorite things while you cuddle and watch a movie.

Spa dates! Doing haircare, skin masks, makeup, taking baths, just relaxing with your partner in general.

Washing each others hair! Omg I LOVE washing my girlfriends hair alksjdhlandlsk

Sharing clothes with your partner!

If you're walking in heels and your feet start to hurt, you and your partner switch shoes.

If you're both feminine presenting matching dresses, skirts, etc.

Exchanging jewlery.

If you're a lesbian referring to each other as "my butch" "my femme"

Matching nail sets (one long, one short iykyk)

This is FREAKY but you MUST WALK WITH ME! Okay imagine a double sided strap that vibrates.

Your fingers fit inside of each other perfectly

Making designs in your bush (or theirs) for a little bit more fun

Matching underwear sets/lingerie

My pillow princesses find their stone tops!

Okay I know this is a sapphic post but I fear the lesbianism took over so some of this is exclusive to lesbians, however I did make sure sapphics in general can script as well! I am well aware that technically these things can be scripted into anyone's reality regardless of what they identify as (except the things that's exclusive to lesbian culture) however I just wanted to make something for my sapphics out here who rarely have any representation. That's all I got for now! Buh bye!

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Fellow tops out there. Anyone else get the need to just completely envelop their bottom? Just go completely primal and wrap as much of yourself around them as you bury your strap/cock as deep into them as possible. As much skin contact as is physically possible as you thrust deeper and deeper. Where the only way closer you could get is if your bodies melted together, and even then you'd keep fucking them in a state of pure carnal bliss. Where you stop being you, you are simply a top, put there to lose yourself in your bottom, and for them to lose themselves in you. To keep them so close it almost hurts as you cum, pumping every last bit of your very being into them. Holding them there for what feels like an eternity after because they are yours and you are theirs, and in that brief yet beautiful moment, you are one. Anyone? No? Just me?

[honeypot-sapphic]

Support your local sapphic, cover their tits in hickeys!

[fluffy--cookie]

[heartavenue]

ㅤㅤㅤ ⋆˚࿔ A Special Peek Into My Relationship With My S/o ˚⋆

I am very private when it comes to my girl, however the influx of sapphic shifters interacting with me prompted me to create this! Feel free to use this as a scenario things to script for your Drs!

I want to preface this by saying that my s/o is the same one in every reality. There is not one reality where she is not my partner (except this one boo) For these particular scenarios these are things that happen/happened between us in my better Cr reality. Now let's get into it!

In this reality my s/o (her name is Ivy by the way) and I are dancers. Just some added context for you all!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ When she's feeling sore I run her bath filled with her favorite essential oils and flower petals. After she gets out I massage her whilst talking to her about the day we've had.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ In my town we have this local flower shop where we both go to give each other flowers. The owner of the shop curates bouquets for us that she thinks the other would like. Every time one of us walks into the store she already knows we are each there to surprise the other with their favorite flower.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ We have numerous carabineers so we can color code our outfits together! Some of them even have lockets where we put a picture of each other's face.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ For my 13th birthday (we were still friends at this point of our lives) she wrote me this letter. In it she told me how glad she was that we were friends and how she would love me forever. Along with that letter she made me little "open if you're feeling sad" "open when you're bored" (you get the point) notes, and in each one she wrote me something special while adding a trinket that I like.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I cook her meals all the time, cooking is my love language so I just HAVE to make her meals whenever she's feeling hungry. Hell even when she's not!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ When we go shopping, I model all the clothes I get for her.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ We read Yuri together, the guy I was interested in wasn't a guy at all I'M LOOKING AT YOU!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I burned her a CD with all of the songs that reminded me of her.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Likewise I made her an entire album full of love songs that I wrote throughout the course of me liking her to dating her.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Matching nail sets of course of course of course.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Sitting on her lap while I do her makeup and tell her how pretty she is.

That's all for now! Just something to make all the sapphics out there feel seen!