nicole.

sapphic/lesbian fiction work.

[deritque]

INTRODUCTION !!

#~°•· you can refer to me as nico or simply nicole! im 19 and I'm a lesbian.

€.. this page will be seperated into sfw! and nsfw! sections but truth be told, my works are not minor friendly (especially under 16).

€.. i write fanfictions but I also do drabbles and fiction work for girl kissers who want to read about sapphic love without a character (although you're free to imagine!).

€.. thoughts, ideas, prompts, or anything that you find attractive that you'd like to read about are open in my request box! Although the restrictions will be mentioned.

—#RESTRICTIONS; I DON'T allow the following categories!!

£.. Incest and/or family!play

→ no step!mother, step!sister, cousins, etc

£.. Illegal Age Gap.

→ both parties will ALWAYS be legally of age (ie., 18+) and the concept of waiting to come of age is also forbidden.

£.. Non-Con

→ rape, non consensual touch (sexual and non) will not be entertained.

£.. Age-Play

→ l0lita, baby play, child!play, etc is strictly forbidden

£.. Zoophilia/Beastiality

→ mythical creatures like werewolves and kitsunes, etc are allowed. but sexualization and/or romanticism of literal animals is also forbidden. THIS ALSO FORBIDS ANIMAL CRUELTY.

[deritque]

prompt from @/growingpainss_ on tiktok.

"mmh"

you're halfway sprawled on her lap as she leans into you so hard that you're holding onto her shoulders to make sure you don't fall back. her long, slender hands cover your body in soft caresses— keeping the unclothed, breezy skin warm despite her hands being cold.

"hm come closer, baby" she mumbles against your skin and in the haze of the heated kiss you wonder how that's humanly possible with your bodies already pressed and molded into each other but as you tilt your head to feel her kisses deeper, you feel a soft tug on your hair, then a stroke, then another.

it goes on even as her tongue hugs yours. then her hands trail to the ends of your hair, twirling and tugging in such fascination that you'd think her hands think differently from her lips. a whimper— "mmh", a groan and a gentle grasp of the back of your scalp in her palms, fingers caressing circles and eventually threading through the strands, so soft it's unbelievable they're the same loving hands that pull on them when your head falls into the pillows from dizzying pleasure.

and you remember they're the ones you hold when you're tired, when you're scared, happy, cold, sleepy, when you're her's and she's yours.

you could kiss her forever.