#gaaleesbians

[bandsandwristbands]

Gaaleesbian vamps I drew for Halloween on patreon! I love them.

[tazova]

Day 2: "young love"

@morarenga , Dukes, a lil bit of non-toxic yuri🫶

(I dont have bright markers.... yet(•_•))

[fireazarashi]

Terrible Fem! Gaalee yuri fanart, born out of a terrible scene in SD….

I recently learned that SD is called Rock Lee and his ninja pals in English-speaking countries. That is pretty cute.

[leo-a-nb]

Gaaleesbians anyone?

If this flops I will actually kill myself

[garlicsunshine]

happy birthday @bandsandwristbands i love ur gaaleesbians so much 😭 its 11pm where im at, but i just saw it was ur birthday and wanted to celebrate by showing your sweeties some love 🩷💚

[shukakumoodboard]

Soooooo, about that gaaleesbians fan fic you were talking about....

LETS GO LESBIANS

ahem

i swear i've mentioned it before but i cannae find it so i shall simply. talk about it again relieved emoji

i have exactly one(1) gaaleesbians fic which came to me in a bolt from da lord after @urieskooki was talking in chats about a fic she was working on affectionately called priestie boys and so now you are all eventually getting: naruto but puritan salem witch trials lesbians au. behold

it's called thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl and it's going to take me an eternity because i've decided i will write it ye olde 17th century sermon style for why though hey totally unrelated hey would u like a snippet? would u like a snippeptpett? woul ud dyu--

“If you would but allow me to taste you,” she whispered, her lips a red gleam against pale skin, red as shone the skin of a crisp apple in the Garden of Eden. Crimson, like blood on the fangs of a snake. “I might offer your treasure worship.” What treasure had she to offer? What worship might she, humble mortal as she was, deserve? “I do not know that of which you s-speak!” What were these feelings coursing within her, consuming her? Was she bewitched, as the sermons had warned? Was Gaara beset by the Serpent, invoking such spells as to ensnare Lee, feminine and vulnerable thus to such infernal spirits, so said the gospels? She had tried, with prayer, with holy silence, with physical toils, to protect herself against the plagues of consumption and stay herself upon the Lord. And yet. “La petit mort, the little death, or so say the French,” she said. Soft her hand slid across Lee’s cheek to brush a strand of hair. Her low laughter rang across the chamber, sweet bells for which no music could find itself an equal. “Has no lover bestowed upon you such wonders?” “L-lovers!? I have but one, my h-husband!” A husband for whom she must always be deferent to, obedient, subservient… Scarlet lips curved down, a frown to wrinkle her pale forehead and its wine-stain mark. “Does he please you?” “To serve my Lord and my husband is my d-duty—I shall not neglect even if he—” “This I have not asked.” Her words struck Lee down, like gospel, her eyes the nails upon which the Saviour crucified. Bow your head in prayer, o wretched ones. “Has he brought you raptures? Does he please you?” O Lord, forgive her. “No.” Lee had thought no sin could truly taste sweet until this moment, where fruit glistened naught on branches but between red lips and shining teeth. And she itched, burned, Hellfire under her skin screaming for a thirst that but Gaara’s touch might slake. Fingers, delicate, stroked up her front, around her waist to until the apron, green wool pooling to the floor while Gaara undid the small glass buttons down her gown front one by one. Lee should not allow this. Her body was a revelation meant for her husband alone. And yet. “As Christ loves His church, the husband must love his wife absolutely, and so I vow this unto you, I will be joined to you and you alone, as one body and one flesh.” Tenten’s stockings, a gift from Lee herself, on the floor— “Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord.” No. She would not! No sanctity could be found in her home, no longer was her bed a place of holiness, why should she be the sole faithful one? Let he without sin cast stones upon her, she would bear it. Gaara’s crimson red lips sang poisonous, blasphemous hymns, and she wanted nothing else. “I can,” she breathed. “I would show you, in all your loveliness, such wonders, if you wish it.” For if Gaara was the serpent in the Garden, she was Eve, and in that parable, it was she doomed to succumb to temptation; her weakness preordained, this was her Apple and the ways of wickedness were already within her, and so. “Please.” And so, she let Gaara consume her.

if it's not obvious as hell: local witch gaara is asking to consume wife-of-the-pastor-who-has-never-nutted-lee's coochie . hell fuckign yeah

[ghoste-catte]

I'm physically incapable of not writing GaaLeesbians AUs. Wrote this one for the @ficwip 5k event!

Title: Whiskey Sour

Rating: E

Fandom: Naruto

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Gaara/Rock Lee

Characters: Gaara, Rock Lee

Additional Tags: Modern AU, AU - Gender Changes, Pack and Play, Strap-Ons, Bathroom Sex, Lesbian Bar, Semi-Public Sex

Summary:

“I don’t mean to bother you,” the woman in green said, edging a little closer to be heard over the music, “but I just needed to tell you … You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” What? “You must not have seen very many women, then,” Gaara replied.

Read 'Whiskey Sour' here on Ao3!

[tazova]

Day: 3: "Dukes, I present you, IN EVERY AO3"

Fan au of @leo-a-nb HEARTSTOPPING fic "Eat your heart out"

Toxic yuri... I eat, I cook