#lesbians💕

[ghostly-there]

METAL LESBIANS 🖤🗡️🤘 forgot to also post this here hehe happy late pride

[gentlemosses]

butch love letter

14x18in acrylic on canvas

[fuzziiwuzzii]

It’s the 70s, Claudia and Madeleine are at the lesbian bar… I think they’re looking at you.

[dilfsonic]

Butch4Butch sonadow 💙🖤

[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.”

[shorelinnes]

get to know me - skz: favorite friendships [9/?]

hyunibinnie

[weirdglassthing]

I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE

More sdr:a stuff under cut 💕💕🗣️

[stelscribbles]

DINNER BELL 🔔 GREASEDINAH SHIPPERS COME GET UR FOOD

[virgothozul]

Watching Ranma again after all these years sparked a lot of joy 💕

[ghostly-there]

🫀🫀🫀

[niightfiend]

Some MetAmy for today

[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.”

[angelbambifemme]

I 🩷 being a hairy femme

I 🩷 having hairy legs

I 🩷 having hairy armpits

I 🩷 confidence and beauty and embracing my body for what it is instead of conforming to the societal expectations of what feminity should look like

I LOVE YOU HAIRY FEMMES!!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!! MWWWAAAH 💋💋💋