#LESBIANISM

[kokoch4nel]

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[aviancali]

sneaking away from the party.. 🌙💗

[vommiezombie]

i want to be friends with more dykes. i feel like every couple ive met in this city are sapphic, strawberry picking, mitski listening lesbians, and while i love they life theyve carved for themselves, that is just not me.

i want to be friends with dykes that are having disgustingly kinky sex with one another, dykes that always have their hands dirty, dykes that want to slam shots with me at 6pm on a thursday.

i want to be friends with zine making dykes, drag things, dykes that start fights with men creeping on their friends dykes that dance ontop of the bar and dykes that you can hear getting each other off while you wait in line for their bathroom stall.

i want to play pool and darts surrounded by dykes who have lives revolving around living in the moment, i want to be around dykes who have complex genders and dont care about the norms, i dont want to go to sapphic pottery night, i dont want to pick wildflowers, i want to get dirty and i want to be around people who get me.

[theinternetarchive]

from the first lesbian political exploration demonstration, october 25, 1975.

[hannahsplanners]

i cant lie, bush is better

"But I haven't shaved"

Okay? Take your fucking pants off, that's not gonna stop me from eating you out.

this post is about wlw

[keezybees]

Love after life

prints!

[forsapphics]

Lesbians are the Backbone of society!

[witchyfemmee]

as much as i desire a sexual relationship with a partner, i desire intimacy and romance so much more. Holding my hand in public, and looking at me and smiling when i speak. standing behind me with your hands around my waist, and bending down to tie my shoe when it comes unlaced. holding me when i’m scared. reciprocating my joy and excitement about something, no matter how little it may seem.

[riotkittiesarchive]

beware of attack lesbian!! reblog if you too are, indeed, an attack lesbian

[hannahsplanners]

any takers?

Wanna break a cute girl down soo bad... Maybe she's a virgin, maybe not, but something about devouring some cute, shy little thing whole and ruining her for anyone else makes me sooo wet. Take her back to my place and she's soo nervous, she keeps her bra on, she's hesitant, unsure about everything, but the second I'm working my fingers inside her, opening her up for my strap, she's moaning like a whore, her cunt is absolutely soaked, and she knows she can never go back

[unapologeticallygay]

Two Women Engaged in Sexual Intercourse in a Neoclassical Canopied Bed. Etching, ca. 1780. via JSTOR

[gildedwillow]

just keep sucking while i handle everything - emily prentiss - 18+

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you’re beneath her desk, glossy pink lips wrapped around her cock while she speaks calmly on the phone. she strokes your hair gently and mouths, “good girl,” when you take it deep.

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g!p emily prentiss x fem!reader

You’re on your knees, tucked under Emily’s big FBI desk, cheek resting on her thigh while her cock smacks softly against your lips, already heavy with spit and precum. You’ve been down here a while, your makeup smeared to hell, mascara streaked down your cheeks like war paint, and your lipstick? Long gone—most of it’s clinging to the base of her dick or lost somewhere in the mess of spit all over your mouth and chin.

And god, her cock is fucking perfect. Thick, real, and mean-looking. Long and weighty, easily eight inches, with that slight curve that hits everything just right. Her veins bulge just a little under the skin—hot and firm in your hands, twitching every time you moan.

The head’s fat and swollen, already a dark pink from how hard she is, slick with precum that’s been dribbling down and mixing with your spit for minutes now. You swear she leaks like she wants you to taste her before she even fucks your throat.

She’s sitting back in her chair like this is just another Tuesday, one hand scrolling through emails, the other lazily gripping your hair, guiding your head up and down like you’re just a fleshlight with a pulse. “C’mon, sweet thing. Don’t slow down now. Thought you said you were good at this,” she murmurs without even looking down, smirking like the cocky bitch she is.

You groan around her, choking slightly as the head hits the back of your throat, and your whole body twitches. Your hands grip her thighs for balance, nails digging in, spit and precum running down her shaft in thick strings, soaking your fingers.

You pull back for a second just to breathe, and a strand of spit clings between your bottom lip and her cockhead—thick, shiny, obscene. You blink up at her, eyes glassy, mouth wide open and dripping, tongue out like you’re begging for more.

Emily finally glances down, and fuck, the way she looks at you? Like you’re the most beautiful mess she’s ever seen. Her lip curls into a little smirk. “Yeah... just like that. Sloppy. Dumb. That mouth was made for me.”

Then her phone buzzes, and instead of stopping, she just answers it. Her voice shifts into that cool, controlled FBI tone while her cock’s still buried in your mouth. “Prentiss,” she says sharply. “Yes. I reviewed it. The case is solid.”

You're choking again, eyes watering hard as she guides your head down, taking her all the way until your nose is shoved against her pelvis, inhaling the warm, musky scent of her arousal. Her cock throbs on your tongue.

You gag and try to breathe through your nose, tears streaming freely now. But she doesn’t even pause her call—she just strokes your cheek with her thumb, comforting like she’s not actively throatfucking you while on a call with some deputy director.

“She’s handling it now,” she says into the phone, and you swear she’s talking about you. “Everything’s under control.”

God, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

When she finally hangs up, she tosses the phone on the desk and leans forward, looking down at you like she’s about to ruin you.

“You’re such a fuckin’ mess,” she growls, both hands gripping your hair now. “Drool everywhere, eyes all teary, and you’re still beggin’ with that dumb little face.”

She slaps her cock against your tongue a few times, the head flushed and angry, shiny with spit. “You want me to fuck your throat, baby? Want it rough?”

You nod like a desperate whore, whimpering, lips glossy, tongue hanging out. You can’t talk—you don’t need to talk.

Then she gives it to you.

Hard.

Her cock slams back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every rough thrust. Her hips roll with precision, fucking into you like she knows exactly how far she can push you before you break. Your jaw aches, throat stretching wide around her thickness, spit bubbling up and spilling down your chin, soaking your tits and her thighs. The sounds—wet, gaggy, disgusting—fill the room, along with her low, guttural groans.

“Fuck, baby… fuck. Gonna cum,” she grits out, pulling you down until she’s fully buried.

Then she goes still.

You feel her cock throb once… twice… and then she explodes in your throat—hot, thick ropes of cum pumping straight down while you moan around her. You can barely breathe, barely swallow fast enough. Her cum floods your mouth, some of it leaking back out and mixing with the mess already coating your face.

She holds you there while she empties every last drop into your throat, hips twitching, breath ragged. When she finally lets go, you pull back slowly, her cock slipping out of your mouth with a filthy pop. A final stream of white drools from your lips and drips to the floor.

You’re panting, face a disaster, throat sore, tears drying on your cheeks. You look up at her, dumb and blissed-out, mouth still open in case she wants to feed you more.

Emily strokes your jaw, thumb swiping a bit of cum from your lip, then pushing it back into your mouth.

“Swallow,” she commands. You do.

“Good girl.”

Emily leans back in her chair, still breathing heavy, her cock wet and glistening with your spit and her cum, resting against her toned stomach. You’re still on your knees, mouth swollen and lips shiny, staring up at her like a dazed, needy slut—because you are. But then she shifts, sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she glances toward the office door.

“Stay right there,” she murmurs, standing slowly, towering over you with her blouse half-unbuttoned and her cock still hard, dripping. She stalks to the door, heels clicking quietly on the tile, and double-checks the lock—clicks it once, then tests it again just to be sure.

Then she turns back to you with a dark grin that makes your thighs clench.

“Good. Now come here and ride this cock like the dumb little bunny you are.”

You scramble to your feet, dizzy and aching between your legs. She sinks back into her chair and spreads her thighs wide, cock twitching, precum leaking from the flushed head and sliding down the shaft in sticky beads. She wraps a fist around it and strokes herself lazily, watching you climb into her lap like it’s your goddamn job.

And it kind of is.

Your hands rest on her shoulders as you hover above her cock, your slick folds already soaked, practically dripping from sucking her off like a good girl. You line her up, and she just smirks, one hand gripping your hip.

“Don’t tease,” she growls, voice low and dangerous. “Sit the fuck down.”

So you do.

You sink onto her, slow at first—feeling the fat head stretch your entrance wide, making your breath catch. She’s thick, and your pussy flutters around her as she pushes in deeper, inch by inch, until she’s fully inside you, buried to the hilt. You choke out a little moan and cling to her shoulders as your thighs tremble.

“God damn,” she groans, hands gripping your ass tight. “So fuckin’ warm and tight, baby. You missed this cock, huh?”

You can’t even speak. You’re full. Stuffed. Her cock hits so deep, every little twitch inside you makes your whole body shake. You try to move—just a little roll of your hips—but she grabs your ass with both hands and starts to help you grind on her.

Up. Down. Slow, deep thrusts, the kind that drag against your walls and make your eyes roll back. Her cock presses right against your g-spot, making you see stars with every bounce. Her hands guide you like she’s in total control—even though you’re on top, you’re not in charge. You’re just her toy, her dripping little fuckdoll.

And you love it.

“Look at that dumb face,” she murmurs, one hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck. “You’re cockdrunk already, huh?”

You nod frantically, mouth open, tits bouncing with every grind. Her cock glides in and out of you with filthy wet sounds—your slick coating her with every thrust, mixing with the mess from earlier. You’re soaked, and it’s everywhere—on her thighs, down your legs, pooling on the chair. You’re riding her like a bitch in heat now, hips slapping, cunt gripping her cock like it never wants to let go.

“Bounce, baby. That’s it. Ride it. Show me how bad you need it.”

You’re moaning now, whining, whimpering her name every time she hits that perfect spot deep inside. Your clit grinds against her pelvis, and your thighs start to shake.

“Gonna cum for me?” she says, low and smug, sweat beading on her chest. “Gonna cream all over my cock like a good little whore?”

You nod, desperate and barely holding it together. Your body’s already tipping over the edge. And when her fingers find your clit—pressing down, rubbing tight circles—you shatter.

You cum hard, pussy clenching around her like a vice, back arching, legs twitching. You scream her name, hips jerking as the orgasm rips through you. Your juices gush out, dripping down her cock in sticky streams, soaking her thighs and the chair beneath you.

Emily groans, grabbing your hips and slamming you down hard.

“Fuck .. gonna fill you up again,” she growls, eyes wild, cock throbbing deep inside your fluttering cunt.

She cums with a loud grunt, hips snapping up as she spills deep inside you, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy. You can feel it—feel every pulse, every twitch of her cock as she fills you to the brim. It leaks out around her shaft almost instantly, mixing with your own mess and dripping onto her thighs in creamy streaks.

When it’s over, she holds you there, impaled on her cock, her hands stroking your back as you collapse against her chest, boneless and wrecked.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” she whispers, kissing your temple.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, baby. Not until I see that pussy leaking all over my chair.”

[snugglybunny11]

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.”

[fattfemme]

Like please … I’ll ask nicely

what does a femme have to do these days to get a butch to pound her into oblivion

[chaxan08]

Kate: Face it, I'm one of the best things that has ever happened to you.

Yelena: While that may be true, not a lot of good things have happened to me.