max

22 | they/she | girl kisser | dyke

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

MEN DO NOT MESSAGE ME.

If you message me "hey" i will block you

hello my name is max!!

✮I am 22 and use they/she pronouns

✮ i am a lesbian(if you couldn't tell)

✮ my page is my little freaky diary so ya..

✮ I love arcane, stardew, life is strange, last of us, and obvi green yuri

✮ lover of big women

✮I definitely have a very healthy obsession with sevika 😛

Border credit: @dollywons and @strangergraphics

[sevikasenby]

need to kiss her right now

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS AND MEN DNI

[mad-flannel]

once

[mrshfield]

bunny and deer girlfriends

[wineredmauve]

Warning about a minor in the wlw NSFW space.

this is a serious post, please interact to get out to as many people as possible.

Dollieluvspo is a minor and I just found out she was talking to me, constantly talking about NSFW topics, sending nudes, while doing the same to other woman, and lying to people about who she’s talking to. Her alt accounts are miayakooko.

now I am pretty sure she has logged out of all three accounts, and they are empty. But in case you guys see a new NSFW wlw page, please be cautious because she is not afraid to make many accounts. Please help me keep out minors from this community, this is for everyone’s safety. Thank you.

[lesmerri]

─── Ⅵ ⚽︎ WINNER’S PRIZE

Contents :: Nsfw, smut, semi-public sex, car sex, college au, footballer!vi, vaginal fingering, nipple sucking, oral sex. For this. minors do not interact. 1.9k words.

The second the whistle blew and her teammates let her go, Vi immediately jogged over to you. Sweaty and out of breath, but that didn’t stop her from wrapping her strong arms around your waist and lifting you into a hug with a big smile on her face due to the red 2-1 that lit up the board.

You squealed, throwing your arms around her neck to not fall despite knowing that Vi would never drop you. “Vi!”

Vi let you down slightly until your feet touched the fake grass again, pulling you closer and attaching her lips to yours in a heated kiss. She ignores the wolf whistles from her teammates watching behind her, instead shoving her tongue in your mouth making you pull back away from her.

“Vi,” you slap her arm lightly, “We’re in public!” You look past her shoulder at the stands filled with people and the players still roaming around on the pitch. Some decked in white with massive smiles on their faces, others in red and kicking the ground.

Vi laces her hand through yours. “Let’s get out of here then.” She says, her mouth ticking up at the corner as she starts walking backwards whilst looking at you with a mischievous look on her face.

“Vi—“

“C’mon,” Vi tilts her head towards the car park, that small smirk of hers slowly making you give in.

You let out a big sigh, looking around you before matching her pace and suddenly you’re both booking it towards Vi’s car before you get caught.

You’re both laughing like teenagers by the time you get there, Vi rifling around her shorts to find her keys, cursing as she drops them on the ground due to the rush, before unlocking her car and smacking your ass as you step into it. She looks around the empty space before dipping into the backseat herself and slamming the door closed, immediately pouncing on you.

Pushing you back against the car door, she attaches her lips to yours again stealing the breath out of you. Her hand reaches down to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down your legs and letting you kick them off. They land somewhere half under the drivers seat, you’ll have fish them out later. Too focused on Vi’s lips leaving hot sloppy kisses down the side of your neck, taking her time to suck on the soft skin beneath your jaw before licking over it.

“You’ll have to be quick.” You rush out, your head falling back against the window as Vi’s hands settle on your thighs. She pushes them apart, settling in between them. Her lips quickly find yours again, swallowing any sounds making their way out of your throat, her fingers hooking into the side of your underwear and pulling the damp material to the side.

Vi groans as she runs her fingers down your wet folds, collecting the wetness on the tips before sliding them up and over your clit. She circles the swollen bud slowly, her lips trailing from your mouth, across your jaw and down your neck until she reaches your tits, concealed only in that tight shirt of yours.

Your mouth falls open letting out a breathy moan as her lips wrap around your nipple through your shirt, sucking on it desperately as her fingers slide over your clit smoothly. Her spare hand, despite her rough demeanour on the pitch earlier, rests gently on your inner thigh, keeping your legs spread and open for her.

“God, you’re so wet for me, baby.” Vi breathes out, pulling back from your chest to look up at you with those powder blue eyes of hers. Her fingers making quiet squelching noises with every flick over your clit.

Your hips push up into her fingers as they continue to circle your clit, a pleasurable ache settling deep in your stomach. “Feels so good Vi. Fuck I’m close.”

You let out a whine, the pleasure fading until a dull achy sensation as Vi pulls her fingers away. Your head dropping onto your chest to look at her. You open your mouth to say something, to complain mostly, but Vi interrupts you.

“You’re coming on my tongue, yeah?” Vi says, sliding her soaked fingers into her mouth, eyes closing in pleasure before pulling them out with a pop. “I just wanna taste you, please…”

You almost say no. You both know you’re on a time limit here. Her coach probably expecting her back. Probably already looking for her as Vi’s hand shoves your shirt up and over your breasts until her mouth finds your nipple, licking over it with her rough tongue and pinching the other with her fingers.

“Okay, okay yeah.” You sigh, Vi’s hand squeezing your thigh before pulling her lips back to look down. She’s always been good with her tongue. Way too good. But you have no complaints.

Vi doesn’t waste any time, moving down until she’s kneeling on the floor of the car. She grabs your legs and pulls you forward, hooking her fingers in your underwear and pulling them down your legs, throwing them to the side with your shorts. Now leaving you with your legs spread, glistening cunt in front of her face ready for her to devour. And devour she does.

She did win after all.

Her tongue runs up your slit slowly at first, collecting the wetness shining across your folds and letting out a guttural moan as she finally gets to taste you. Her lips wrap around your swollen clit, sucking on it gently, her eyes fluttering closed.

Your hand threads through Vi’s short pink hair as she works, breathy moans leaving your lips as you look down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

Vi groans against your cunt, the vibrations going straight to your core as her tongue eagerly explores every inch of you, slipping down to push into your hole making your head drop back against the backseat before she moves back up to circle your clit.

“Fuck.” You whine out, your hips bucking forward into her face as she continues to lick and such at your clit. Your hand subconsciously pushing her head harder against you. Vi doesn’t complain, continuing to eat you out like it’s the best meal she’s ever had. To her it probably is.

Vi’s tongue flattens against your cunt and she starts rapidly flicking it over your clit, her hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in place as she devours you. One hand slides down suddenly, rubbing over your leaking hole before two of her fingers push inside, expertly curling up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back.

Your mouth drops open letting out a loud moan as her fingers curl up against that spot over and over again, your legs tensing as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of you, her tongue never letting up on your clit. The car filled with the obscene sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust she makes inside of you.

“Shit... Vi.” You gasp out, your hips moving in time with her fingers as she fucks you with them. Your hand moves from clenching the car door’s handle up to your mouth, coving it to stifle the moans that keep escaping you.

Vi’s hand on your thigh moves up immediately, shoving your hand away from your mouth and linking her fingers with yours and pulling her mouth away. Her lips shine with your slick as she speaks. “No, I wanna hear you.” She says firmly, looking up at you with an intense stare before crooking her fingers inside of you again and smirking as she pulls a moan straight out of you. She wastes no time in moving her mouth back to your clit, doubling her efforts to make you come now that you aren’t holding back in front of her.

It doesn’t take long for you to get close. “F-Fuck Vi… I’m gonna…” Your voice trails off as your orgasm crashes over you making Vi groan against your cunt. Your back arches against the seat as Vi’s tongue continues sliding over your clit working you through it. A loud moan tears from your throat, your cunt clenching rhythmically around Vi’s fingers.

Vi moans against you as she feels you cum against her tongue, she doesn’t stop plunging her fingers into you until she feels you go slack against the seat, your thighs relaxing from where they’re tensed around her head.

She licks over your cunt one more time before moving back and sliding her fingers from your hole to stare at the mess between your thighs. A mix of spit, slick and cum smeared across your pussy and dripping down onto the leather seat below. She’d clean it later, she can’t find it in herself to be bothered by it whilst you’re spread out in front of her, flushed and satisfied.

Vi leans back as much as she can, which isn’t much giving her position in the back seat, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she watches you catch your breath.

“Good?” Vi asks, her voice smug as she watches you come down from your high. But her eyes give her away, the soft look in them that only you get to see as she waits for you to answer.

You nod slowly, still feeling some of the aftershocks tingling through your body. “So good.” You admit breathlessly, your hand squeezing hers from where they’re still linked. “I missed you.”

Due to the match, Vi had been spending most days of the week training. Often being too tired to do anything once she came back leaving her taking a quick shower before crashing in bed with you. The most you’d done were quick stuff, hands shoved in each others pants, grinding on her thigh whilst making out.

But now that the game is finally over, Vi can finally give you all of her attention. Which includes staying awake long enough to properly have sex. In a bed. At home. And not in her car in the middle of a very public car park.

But that was later.

“Shit, you gotta get back.” You say, sitting up and shoving your shirt back down and grabbing the wipes stuffed in the glove compartment to clean up.

Vi groans, she wishes you both could just go home. But she has responsibilities, annoyingly. She makes herself useful, digging under the car seat in search of your shorts and underwear. Shoving your underwear in the waistband of her own shorts when you’re not looking before holding up yours. “Oh no, can’t find your underwear. Guess you’re gonna have to go without ‘em.” She shrugs.

You slowly turn to her unimpressed, you know Vi’s moves all too well. But the time limit was up before you both even made it to the car so you snatch your shorts from her, ignoring her stupid smug smirk, and pull them up your legs, fastening the button.

“Let’s go.” You open the car door, looking around to see that the place was still empty. All the noise still coming from the pitch nearby. Vi steps out after you, closing the car door behind her.

You go to make your way back to the pitch but Vi grabs your hand in hers and pulls your closer, one of her hands grabbing your jaw and bringing you in for a deep kiss letting you taste yourself on her before pulling back. “Continue later, yeah?”

You let out a breath, “Yeah. Later.”

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[kerrry444]

i want nonsexual dominance from a woman so bad

her guiding me around with her hand on the small of my back or wrapped around my waist

grabbing my chin forcing me to look into her eyes

pulling me closer in crowded areas

saying things like

"don’t worry, mommy will handle it"

"come here, sweet girl. I want you next to me”

"be a good girl for me bunny"

"you need to eat something first baby”

“i know decisions are hard honey, i’ll choose for you ”

[thewriterscraft]

Backseat Confessions - Abby Anderson

Abby Anderson x Reader Summary: A typical shift change turns into confessed feelings when you and Abby are stranded in the rain. Warnings & Tags: Fluff! Honestly not much I can think of; Reader is very scared of rejection, Heavy storms mentioned, a lil friends-to-lovers. Word Count: 2.3k

The rain was coming down in droves, heavy drops that pelted against the glass of the windshield, thunder cracking loudly overhead and the sky only seemed to be getting darker and darker. You looked over at Abby, her hands white-knuckled gripping the steering wheel, leaning forward as she concentrated on the terrain. You weren’t sure how she was seeing anything at all to keep driving, but you’d long since learned not to question her capabilities. You were headed out to relieve the current team posted at the TV station and running late because of the storm. It hadn’t been expected at all, rain was common of course, but a storm this intense wasn’t. 

You looked out over the landscape, trying to focus your eyes on anything around you that might give you an idea of how far out you were from the station. Using your sleeve, you brushed the condensation from the window in front of you. It didn’t do much to help, so you turned again to look at Abby instead, her features pulled tight and her brow furrowed. You knew distinctly her frustrated appearance shouldn’t have sparked the fluttering of butterflies in your chest the way that it did, but there was something devastatingly attractive about the way she wore all of her emotions so plainly on her face. 

You had been friends for years, often paired together on postings. You had a patient steadiness that grounded her restless energy, and she was always quick to react where you hesitated. Where she was ruthlessness you were mercy; when she drifted, you brought her back. It hadn’t always been an easy pairing, you both struggled at first to understand the other. It took time to learn how to give each other the space to do what you needed to. Honestly, at first you’d distinctly disliked Abby, her viciousness intimidated you. You hadn’t had an easy path to finding the wolves, no one had, and through it all you had grasped onto your kindness, your compassion. Seeing someone so freely embrace their rage, their pain, you resented it. Over time, though things started to fall into place, Abby gave you an outlet for the ugly emotions you desperately tried to hide away, you gave her a place to let her armor down. You developed a balance, and after all this time Abby had started to refer to you as her humanity. You’d long accepted that this was the only way she’d ever refer to you as hers. 

You couldn’t place exactly when you had first started developing feelings for Abby, days often passing in hues and noise, but you knew you felt it in quiet moments. When your fingers brushed together at meals, the annotations she leaves you in all the books you loan her, her arm around your shoulder on the rare occasions your friends all got a quiet moment to sit and share a drink or two. Her presence was always simply there, the intensity she brought to all things had become soothing to you. Even now, sitting in the truck together listening to the sound of the rain pelting the roof, the silence stretched between you as she focused, you felt wholly calm. 

At least until the car came to a screeching, violent stop. You surged forward, bracing yourself in the milliseconds you had before your head hit the dash, only to instead collide with her substantial forearm as it shot out in front of you, catching you just before you hit it and forcing your body backwards once again into your seat. 

For a moment, everything seemed to be frozen in place, the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your chest outpacing the rain outside. As quickly as she’d put her arm out, she pulled it back, gripping the wheel again as she threw the truck into reverse, pulling back a safe distance before stopping again. Looking ahead you realized the issue. While your eyes were on her, you’d entirely missed the road rapidly flooding ahead of you, had Abby stopped a moment later it would’ve washed you guys out. 

“Are you alright?” Abby asked, turning to look at you, concern-ridden across her face.

“Yeah, I’m alright, I should’ve been paying attention, I'm sorry. Thank you for catching me” you answer, voice small and a bit breathless. 

“It’s not your fault; the flood came out of nowhere. I’m just glad we stopped in time. I guess we’re not making it to the station anytime soon; should we head back?” 

You consider for a moment, looking at the road ahead and the rain still pouring down. You hadn’t thought it was safe to drive in the first place, and after the scare you both had, the thought of continuing to drive in the storm filled you with anxiety. 

“Maybe we could wait it out here for a bit? It can’t go on forever,” you suggest.

A small smile pulls at the corner of Abby’s lip, something you might consider to be affectionate if you didn’t know any better, but more than that, something mischievous. 

“What’re we gonna do while we wait?” She muses.

“What if we played a game?” She looks at you for a moment, seemingly thinking over your offer. 

“What kind of a game?” She finally asks.

“A question game?” 

“Okay, but let’s sit in the back, it’ll be more comfortable”

You agree without hesitation, and she gestures for you to go first. You slip over the dashboard and into the backseat, settling in with your legs crossed. Abby follows shortly behind. Settling into the space beside you, she spreads out, getting comfortable, gripping her shoulders as she stretches. You watch her, eyes lingering across the flex of her biceps before she releases and leans back. You avert your eyes quickly, focusing them on your hands in your lap. You can feel the pink in your cheeks and hope desperately it’s too dim in the truck for her to notice. 

“Alright, you first” She prods, initiating you to begin the game. 

You take a moment to think; despite having presented the idea, you hadn’t actually considered the effort of having to think up a question, and also hadn’t expected her to agree to play in the first place. Games like this were typically reserved for drinking with friends, not stranded in a storm in the backseat of a truck. You eventually formulate a simple question about the most recent novel you’d shared with her, and she questions you about your experiences before the WLF. You two go back and forth like this for a while, light-hearted questions to fill the time while you wait for the road to clear. 

“Okay, here’s one, does Manny actually hook-up with as many girls as he brags about, or is he all talk?” You ask. 

Abby laughs at the inquiry, the sound reigniting the thundering in your chest. 

“Unfortunately it’s true, those poor girls get mediocre dick, and I’m the one having to fuck off to elsewhere cause he keeps turning our room into a sex club,” She answers, a teasing tone of annoyance taking over. 

“I can’t believe those poor girls keep falling for his awful pick-up lines. You know he tried hitting on me before we became friends,” You tell her, but to your surprise, she didn’t look shocked at all. 

“Oh, I know, I used to have to put up with him going on and on about you, the one girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day” 

“Seriously? I didn’t know he was into me like that, he isn’t uh, exactly my type”  You say, voice trailing off a little bit. 

“Alright, then who is your type?” She asks, and once again you can feel the familiar flush in your cheeks. You look back at your hands again, shrugging your shoulders a bit. You hadn’t thought about how perfectly you had set her up with the question and, now that it was asked, you didn’t know how to answer it. 

“Is that your question for the game? I mean, you could ask anything.” You point out, hoping she’ll take the opportunity for a topic change. 

“It’s my question. I mean, for as long as we’ve known each other, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so much as flirt with a guy. I’m curious,” she says. 

Your heart pounds; of course she hasn’t. The only person you’ve been interested in flirting with is sitting across from you, absolutely clueless. A pit in your stomach begins to form, tangled and frantic, a response to how unsure you feel about what to say. You know you could lie to her, but so much of your friendship had been built on trust that even a white lie felt heavy like it carried repercussions you couldn’t fathom. 

“I guess I'm not really into guys,” you admit, refusing to meet her stare. The idea of finding rejection anywhere in her blue eyes fills you with a kind of anxious nausea so bad you can’t stand it. 

It’s silent at first, the kind of silence that stretches on long enough that it gives space for your anxious thoughts to grab hold of your mind, voices louder and louder inside of your head until your chest starts to ache and you feel like you can’t get enough air into your lungs to breathe. Your internal whirlwind makes the storm outside seem like a light drizzle in comparison. You can’t bring yourself to look at her, only imagining the disgust she must be displaying, wondering if she’s putting things together. 

“Are there any girls you’re into?” She asks finally, her soft voice breaking through the violent tidal wave of thoughts pounding in your mind. You don’t respond right away, not until you feel her rough fingers nudge under your chin softly, tilting your head to finally look at her.

You’d expected to find disgust there, rejection painfully obvious across her face just like every other emotion she has. Except it’s not there at all; instead you find something much more delicate. Abby’s eyes are soft, full of something fond and kind. Her brows are still slightly pinched but not in frustration, in concern and hesitation. The look is overwhelming, a response that in every way you had imagined this scenario going, you hadn’t anticipated. Not rejection at all but rather an expression of gentleness, of wanting. It was one you’d seen before, in all the little moments you could feel yourself falling more and more for her, all the times you told yourself you were imagining things. 

“Maybe” You answer finally, barely above a whisper. 

The corners of her lips curl up slightly, her thumb gently brushing across your bottom lip, her eyes glancing down to take in the sight for a moment before she looks back up to meet your eyes again. In the dim light, you can see a flush in her cheeks, and you realize that must mean she can see yours. 

“I think I know who it is,” She says back, leaning in towards you, so close you could nearly touch her, so close the electricity between you is palpable. 

“Do you know why we always get paired together?” She asks, and you can feel her breathing mingles with yours. 

“Cause we make a good team?” You offer, wondering where she’s going with it. Her smile grows then, like your answer was something funny, and she shakes her head softly. 

“We do make a great team,” she emphasizes, “but it’s because when I first saw you, I knew I had to get to know you. So I requested to get paired with you, teach you how things go, and then I did get to know you, and you were…” Her voice trails off, like she’s not sure if she should continue. 

“Tell me, please” You ask, trying and failing to disguise the desperation in your voice. 

“Infuriating, you challenged me in ways no one else had before. It used to drive me crazy, but the more time I spent with you, the more I realized how much I needed it. You remind me that there’s kindness in this world, there are things worth protecting, and things worth caring about. You reminded me of my humanity when I thought I had lost it. I kept asking to be put with you, because I couldn’t fight off how much I needed to be around you, and I think you feel the same way. Do you feel the same way?” 

Your gaze is wide at her confession, like a deer caught in the headlights, you can hardly process what she’s saying but for the first time that day your pounding heart isn’t from fear. 

You nod. 

Before you have time to think about it, Abby is closing the gap between you, her lips crashing into yours. The kiss is desperate and needy. You kiss back with the same fervor, your hands finding their way around her neck as you pull her further into you. Her calloused fingers brush your waist, nudging your shirt up and settling on the softness of your skin, digging in just a bit. When you finally separate your both breathing heavily, lips swollen and pink, and she rests her forehead against yours for a moment before the affectionate smile once again crosses her expression. 

“Do you know how many times I've pictured this moment?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Is that your question for the game?” She teases, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her. 

“No,” you answer back. She raises a brow at you.  “Then what’s your question?”  “Kiss me again?” 

She doesn’t hesitate, leaning back in again, while the sound of the rain outside slowly turns softer, sunlight beginning to peek through the darkness. 

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

Hey, I’m coming off your post you made to clear things up, just wanted to say I’m also a (lesbian? unlabeled please) attending a private Christian college. Twins??

Literally twin core!! Please message me I would love to share experiences

[lemonbbars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ellie williams likes it when you beg. it all started one fateful night—a typical tuesday; you bent over the bathroom counter while she plowed her strap into you from behind, savoring each and every one of the fucked out moans she elicited when she pushed back in. soon enough you hit your high. and that’s when she heard it. a “please, ellie.” falling from your pretty pink lips. she swears she almost came from just that.

the memory practically haunts her, so clear and vivid it’s impossible to ignore. so much so that, every so often, when your nights were long, when she was all alone, she’d slip a shy hand past the elastic band of her boxers and replay the memory; your fucked out face in the mirror, your angelic voice, your lips in the shape of that desperate little word: please.

she makes it her mission to hear it again the next time she’s with you. and she’s relentless. this time she has you on all fours—arms shaking as she pulls out for the millionth time. “fuck-ellieee” you whine in frustration, your orgasm ripped from your grasp once more. “what the fuck?” you could tell she wanted something, but she just wouldn’t tell you what.

then, nothing but an accident really, the magic word finally slips past your lips. “ellie, can you please just fuck me already.” you’re too heady to notice the way her grip on your hips tightened, the way her jaw locked at the sound, so you’re taken by surprise when she grants you your reward of entrance. you moan loud when she pushes back into you without warning, whispering a soft “that’s all you had to say, baby.”

you learn quickly what to say to get what you want, and ellie thinks she might be in heaven. every “ohmygod ellie, please don’t stop” and “please keep going els i’m so close” only sent her further toward her own high, her own moans joining yours in the hot air, just as wanton, voice high and cracking as the pressure in her abdomen built. “yeah, you like that, baby?”’s and “tell me how bad you want it”’s graced your ears with every thrust, making your eyes roll back, your arch deepen.

your orgasm is mind-numbing, and you make sure ellie knows it. your moans leave your lips loud, shameless, tipping ellie over the edge as she fucked you through your high. a broken “f-fuck-” is the last you hear before her hips stutter behind you.

you bring it up once she’s cleaned you up, tucked you both into bed with you nuzzled close to her chest. “i didn’t know my voice was that hot.” you tease. she scoffs, feigning nonchalance though you can sense the subtle shyness. “get over yourself.” “ellie, you came from my voice.” you give a satisfied smile when she rolls her eyes in response, too flustered to think up a quip.

“might just have to start recording shit for you.” this time you don’t miss the shift in ellie’s face, eyebrows raised almost hopefully as if to say ‘seriously?’ “would you actually?” she asks, and you just giggle in response, “maybe,” you say sweetly, reaching up to press a chaste kiss on her nose, “if you say ‘please’.”

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

Uwheheheh

[shop5]

let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

The first photo is from 1956. It shows a Black woman watching members of the Ku Klux Klan (a terrorist, racist, far-right organization focused on white supremacy) walking along a sidewalk in Montgomery, Alabama (USA). I couldn't find the photo's author, but most sources state that it was taken in 1956.

The second photo shows members of the Patriot Front group (a white supremacist and nationalist group, formed in 2017, that openly advocates what they call "American Fascism") traveling on the subway during the 250th anniversary of the U.S. independence in Washington D.C., while a Black woman watches them. The photo is by photographer Cheney Orr, taken on July 4, 2026, 70 years after the first photo.

Via Jurunense

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

I would like to clarify some points regarding my last post. I got comments regarding several things that are important to my mindset.

1. I live in Texas where I grew up religous and didn't even come out till 2 years ago.

2. Where I am at there is pride groups but mostly towards the older gays (which we love) but I have attended a private christian college where our gay club was at threat for being kicked off campus.

3. There is lack of lesbians near me and with my job and mental stuff I have not been able to find lesbians my age that I didn't already know

4. My post was in no way discrediting or invalidating butch/femme. My post was nearly pointing out the lack of representation for any other identities. When you spend so long in the church trying to find where you belong it tends to follow you after you break from it

5. Tumblr has been a space where I can find the people and I have a lot of amazing moots that I regularly talk to and I'm even on discord severs with fellow lesbians.

6. I understand butch/femme identities do no have representation they deserve in online spaces and real life spaces

7. However I just felt like for a big part of my journey as a lesbian it felt like I had to be one or the other and in a sense made me feel less of a lesbian. Yes I know there are mlre but when you struggled with your sexuality for so long its hard.

8. My post was more targeted at fanfiction only promoting butch/femme and sometime in a very unhealthy way.

I hope that clears things up and if you were offended or would like to offer any comments or helpful guidance please feel free to message me

[bitch4dead-fandoms]

With Honey

Vi x afab!Reader

When you’re getting teased by Vi you realize you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

CISMEN MINORS DNI // Cw: Subby Vi, gentle dom reader, implied past bully Vi, begging, clit rubbing (Vi receiving), Vi squirts, tit-sucking (reader receiving)

“I love how you moan for me, sweetheart. Are you trying to tell me something?”

Pink fringe drifts into Violet’s eyes, yet it doesn’t seem to faze her. Nothing would, in her position. Not when the seam of her boxers catches her clit with friction that makes her jolt as you press your finger into it, rubbing in tight and fast circles. Not when you’re holding her so sweetly in your arms, her head buried between your tits as she mouths and licks at them aimlessly. Her clit has swollen so much since you first started, you can feel it through her sticky shorts, and she babbles like she has something to say. She always had something to say, that one.

“Violet…” you coo in her ear, lifting up your tank top to see if she would catch on. She does, immediately gravitating towards your nipples and flicking them with the point of her tongue. You groan, hips grinding upward into your blotchy underwear. “…Vi, baby, you're making me so wet. I wanna see you cum. Can you do that for me?”

Vi nods against your tits, sucking on the nipples now. You watch her saliva drip down the curve of your breasts and your pussy throbs with need. But the show is almost too good to pass up by focusing on yourself.

“That’s it, sweet thing. Who knew you would be so willing for me? With how pissy you were to me all those years, I had no idea all you do while you’re alone is fantasize about me calling you my good, strong girl,” you muse, pretending not to notice Vi’s hips thrusting against your fingers as she starts to fall apart from your words. “That’s it, baby. Oh, you take it so well…”

Vi’s bulky arms hug you tighter, and her pink lashes flutter as her eyes drift backwards into her head. Her dull nails scrape at your back, and you’re already excited to use her cute scratch marks as leverage against her.

“See? All you had to do was let me take care of you, Vi. Just let go, baby- oh, there you go…”

The wet spot on Vi’s boxer shorts grows to cover her entire crotch, all down her legs and front as she squirts upon finishing. She jolts repeatedly, her poor swollen clit still being rubbed through the soaking fabric and she reaches down to hold your hand there.

“Aww, want me to keep going?”

She responds with repeated bucks of her hips and a choked moan, your nipples still in her mouth. You expect her to be grateful for the excuse not to speak. She seems shy enough as it is, and trying to talk her way through this unprecedented trajectory of her day would be a lot to ask for.

So you merely laugh and keep going. It doesn’t take long to work Vi’s overstimulated pussy to another squirting orgasm, her juices soaking the sheets underneath you and her but you can barely focus on your future laundry when she’s moaning so sweetly for you. “So obedient, baby…How about another?”

Your fingers tuck themselves into the front of her ruined boxers and tug them down. She gets the hint immediately and helps you by wiggling out of them. You pull them down her toned thighs and keep them there, enjoying the sight of her cum coating the fabric and her thighs shining with her dew.

You finally get to feel the slickness of Vi’s pussy when you return your fingers to her pearled clit, and she lets out a gentle sigh with the contact of your warm hands. You collect some of the wetness from her entrance and use the slick to continue rubbing her clit.

Vi’s knees struggle to stay apart for you, and you coo sympathetically at her while sliding your thigh closer so she can prop her leg up on yours.

“Fuck, Vi, I was right…you’re so hot when you cum. Just think, you could’a had this a long time ago if you just asked me to fuck you instead of being a bitch all the time.”

Vi groans, and you can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or regret from your statement.

With another burst of fluid, Vi cums again. Without the barrier of her boxers she squirts all over your legs and hers, bucking into it like a feral, drunken monster.

“Still, you want more?” You ask, feigning astonishment.

This time Vi releases your breasts from her mouth with a ‘pop’, saliva making her lips shine beautifully as she looks at you with big puppy dog eyes. “Pleeaase I want more,” she holds your wrist in place again. “Wanna cum s’more.”

“You will, Violet. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Vi smiles almost sleepily, face contorting at the overwhelming pleasure. Not that she had any room to worry. You intend on fingering her into a puddle.

[sapphiclez]

if you’re maga or close to someone who is - hell, if you aren’t adamantly against maga - you really don’t belong in a fandom filled with queer people, women, disabled people and poc.

this comes from seeing a certain sevika writer agreeing with the stupid ‘it’s none of my concern if my friends are maga, we just need to love one another’ bullshit.

this is no longer ‘just political’. it is a complete lack of morals.

thanks.

[dearbaes]

you’re riding subby whiny sevika’s strap

After a long day, anyone would want to unwind, and your favourite way of unwinding is riding your submissive girlfriend’s strap. It’s not a real dick, but the sounds she makes will convince anyone that it’s a real cock.

Every time your cunt makes that filthy squelching sound, clenching around the fat strap—Sevika whines like a poor puppy in heat being denied pleasure.

Every time you fuck yourself on her strap like this, you tie her wrist to the bed post and you’re aware she knows she can easily break out of the restraints but you enjoy the fact that someone much bigger than you plays weak just to watch you do this — your tits bounce with your body, giving Sevika quite the show as you move your tight cunt up and down on her dick.

You use your hand to pinch and roll your nipples. Sevika groans under her breath, silver eyes never leaving your slutty form as you continue to use her for your pleasure.

“Just let me fuck you,” she grumbles.

“No,” you say with a sweet smile, “just lay there and watch me, baby.”

“I don’t wanna…”

“You don’t wanna watch? Would you rather I blindfold you?”

“No!” Her eyes widen in horror as if that’s the cruelest thing she’s ever heard.

You giggle and kiss her right on her nose, slamming your hips down, cunt stretching around the girthy base of the cock.

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, lips brushing against hers.

Sevika’s face is so red she can battle a tomato, “you’re so mean…”

“Too bad, tonight this is all you get,” you say, straightening your back as you rode her strap, “thrust with your hips now!”