#wlw lily evans

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

lil marylily sketch bc i love them very much <3

[enamoredwithbella]

The hyper-sexuality I feel during ovulation week needs to be studied by esteemed scientists and doctors. This can NOT be normal

5 mins without the strap: we’re dead in the water here. Send up the flares.

[siriussslut]

OK I LOVE UR WORKS THEY'RE AMAZING DOM LILY X FEM READER TEASING U IN PUBLIC/SUPERMARKET BEFORE EATING U OUT?? SMTH WITH LILY AND PUBLIC PLS PLS PLS I BEG I MADE AN ACCOUNT JUST FOR THIS

honored that u made an acc for this omg😭 i hope this is what u had in mind! enjoy love <3

warnings: semi-public sex, dom/sub, mommy kink, degradation, pain, screaming

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you stare at your reflection in the freezer door, ignoring the boxes of frozen waffles to make sure your tits are pushed up just right, showing the perfect amount of cleavage. your outfit is innocent enough, but your sweater is the tiniest bit too loose, slipping down and revealing the top of your breasts. your jeans are just a little too low-rise, showing the tiniest peaks of your lacy thong.

you grab your basket and head to check out. lily’s checkout counter has no line, and she’s clearly bored as she types on her phone. your chest warms when your phone vibrates and you realize she’s texting you. you set your stuff down on the conveyer belt. “hey, lily.”

she glances up, eyes immediately snagging on your body. her gaze lingers on the thong straps before settling on your breasts, and finally meeting your gaze.

her cheeks are flushed. “what are you doing here?”

“oh, we were running low on milk,” you say, gesturing to the carton between the two of you.

“you could’ve just asked me to bring some home.”

you lean closer, lowering your voice. “but i missed you.” you’re shorter than her, so you take this opportunity to give her your best fuck-me eyes through your lashes. she stares at you for a moment, frozen, before turning back to the checkout counter behind her.

“remus, i’m taking five. you’re okay covering?” she isn’t really asking, already heading to the back room with you in tow.

remus smirks at the two of you. “yeah, alright.”

she pulls you along, slamming the door behind you. her eyes turn mean when it’s just the two of you.

“what were you thinking? showing up here dressed like a slut.”

“i missed you,” you repeat, pulling off your sweater and tossing it to the floor.

her gaze sticks to your bra, the way it cups your tits, lacy and delicate.

she presses you against the door with her body, pinning you.

“yeah? or did you just miss getting off?”

“both.” you lean up to catch her lips in a kiss.

she’s unbuttoning your jeans as she kisses you back, fingers fumbling before tossing them away. she practically rips your thong away as your lips break apart, sinking down onto her knees.

she groans at the sight of you. “oh fuck, you’re such a whore. slutty little pussy dripping. so needy.”

she gets up, pulling a chair towards the two of you. she pushes it under the door handle, blocking anyone from getting in.

“sit,” she orders.

you obey immediately, spreading your legs open for her.

she inhales deeply before closing the gap between the two of you. she licks between your folds, collecting all of your desire on her warm tongue.

she spreads your lips open to see your tiny stretched-out hole.

it’s aching for her, begging, a wet cavern waiting for her touch.

she licks circles around it before slipping inside, squeezing her way between your walls.

you moan, head hitting the door.

“shh,” she mumbles into your cunt. “good sluts stay quiet.”

“y-yes, mommy,” you say, fog filling your brain.

she spends some time deep in your hole, exploring your insides. you swear to god you can feel her all the way in your chest, sliding and licking.

she eventually pulls out, kissing her way up to your clit. it’s pink and puffy, engorged from her touch.

“such a pretty clit wasted on such a whore.”

you whimper, grinding into her open mouth. she kisses around your throbbing bud, sucking it between her lips.

she shoves two fingers into your sopping hole, fucking you at a ruthless pace.

“dumb slut.” she bites.

you shove your hand against your mouth, muffling the scream that tears out of you.

a knock rattles against the door on your back. you can feel lily grin into your core.

“b-busy,” you mumble between a moan. you can hear footsteps trail away.

the hazy cloud of pain and embarrassment sends you over the edge. you shake as you come, grinding into lily’s face. white spots of pure pleasure dance in your eyes.

she doesn’t stop her attack on your pussy even when you’ve calmed slightly, the shaking coming to a halt.

“m-mommy?”

“we still have more time.”

[whisperingn1ghts]

Yeahhhh well. I'm in a snily mood

[tenakiie]

[ The night of the ball ]

Happy lesbian visibility week!! 🫶

[pepprroxy]

Marylily :)

[romanticizingacademic]

chappell roan belongs to marylily sorry not sorry

art from pinterest so idk artist 😢 ask for credit plz

[fircbolts]

they are in love!

[ellecdc]

single mom lily x fem!reader?

reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry

ok here's my attempt 😮‍💨 thought this idea was so cute though!

single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute

Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.

And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.

L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!? J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry. L: Thank you 😮‍💨 J: He making a fuss? L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown. J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡

One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.

“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.

“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old. 

“The man!” He explained.

Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.

“What man?”

“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.

She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.

“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.

“The man!”

Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”

“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.

Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”

But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”

Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.

“Yes!”

“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”

Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.

“How many scoops, my man?”

“Five!”

“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”

“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.

“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”

Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.

“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.

“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.

You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense. 

“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”

Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour. 

“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.

“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”

“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road. 

“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.

“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.

Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.

You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.

If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now. 

Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.

“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.

“I will!” 

“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.

[evyltalks]

Sweet mother, I cannot weave -

slender Aphrodite has overcome me

with longing for a girl.

— Sappho

[theinvisiblemuseum]

i’ll eat you whole, i love you so

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

i love marylily but i have to borrow emmary for a sec bc jealousy looks so good on lily…

also marlene is horrified bc she’s afraid she’s about to become a child of divorce, and dorcas is a hardcore marylily shipper

the full drawings:

matching dorlene icons and close up of my wife:

[enamoredwithbella]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY I CAN FINALLY SMOKE WEED AND LIKE SMUT POSTS WOOHOOOOOO

[siriussslut]

could you possibly do another blurb with lily pls? she is so criminally under written for

yes omg we need more lily. hope u enjoy🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: smut, biting

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you grind fervently against lily’s thigh, cunt begging for friction. your lips are locked on her neck, kissing, biting, and licking, marking her as your own. she has one hand up your skirt, kneading the soft flesh of your ass, the other on your tits.

you run your tongue along the line of her jaw, drawing a shaky breath past her lips. she throws her head back on the couch as you continue, making your way down to her collarbone. her hand slides down your abdomen, down to her lap. she slips her fingers down her pants and you can hear the moment her fingers collide with her slick.

you grind faster against her leg, engorged clit rubbing against the roughness of her jeans. you gently bite her throat, softly breaking the skin. she moans and quickens the pace on her pussy.

“so fucking pretty,” you mumble against her chest, lips attaching to her pointed nipple. she squeezes your ass in reply, eyes fluttering shut.

when her fingers come to a jerky halt you suck on her tit, playing with her while she comes. her fingers tangle in your hair as she chants your name like it’s a prayer. you come to the sound of her whimpering, lips still firmly connected to her nipple.

exhausted, you rest your head between her sweaty breasts, feeling the quick rise and fall of her breathing beneath you.

[andromilos]

lots of kisses for cissa's favorite girl

[blackpatrxnum]

WE AS A SOCIETY (hp wlw shippers) HAVEN'T TAKEN ENOUGH ADVANTAGE OF THE FACT THAT "ROMANTIC FRIENDSHIPS" BETWEEN WOMEN WERE SOCIALLY ACCEPTED (and encouraged) AMONG HIGH SOCIETY WOMEN IN EUROPE IN THE 1800s AND 1900s