#and my comfort lesbians

[candygalaxyyy]

Edit: Nevermind I t’s actually Sand!!! OUR PAN KING

Me thinking about how Ray (khao’s character) was all up on female strippers in the club. Not to question his sexuality cause I know gay men enjoying performances by female dancers doesn’t make them any less gay. But if Ray is bi… if this is the messy bi representation I so continuously and desperately crave then I’m seated!! Actually no matter their sexual orientation it is just as messy, cause they’re all already messy in their own ways. And I mean I was already seated since the pilot trailer but now I’m strapped in, seatbelt and all!

AND YESSSS TO LESBIANS! NONNIE MY QUEEN

I am here for all the drama, all the mess and the sheer chaos (minus the lesbian cp they need to be my comfort cp for when the other pairings are putting me through the ringer)

[glamrockmike]

he levitates at the foot of greg’s bed all night

[lesbiantism]

Ya know what shout out to butches who wrestle with our butchness because we don’t fit the mold in some way. Butches who aren’t physically strong or naturally caretaking because of physical disability, who need to be cared for, who can’t hold open the door for a femme. Butches with long hair, butches with big hair, butches who express their culture via their hair. Butches who’s masculinity is shaped by their culture, who’s masculinity doesn’t fit the white eurocentric mold. Fat butches, butches with curves viewed as feminine, butches who don’t have skinny, boyish builds. Butches who don’t want to be sexualized, butches on the ace spectrum. Butches who don’t have traditionally masculine interests or mannerisms or whatever. Effeminate butches. Butches who take inspo from gay men. Butches who like the occasional dress or skirt. TRANSFEM BUTCHES!!!!! And any other butches who don’t fit a certain mold!! All butches are good butches and we are all valid.

[ionomycin]

Swim free

[queermasculine]

dyke oc from a butch4butch spy story that never went anywhere. and yes he tops from the bottom

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

⛪️🏍️✝️🪧🏳️‍🌈😈😇

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍👩👭❤️🧡🤍🩷

[dea-anchora-017]

kisses

self indulgent pick me up piece

[lila-went-missing]

Hiii, saw you wanted some requests for Sevika and I've had this idea bubbling up for a while. Imagine Vika with a reader that's normally experienced, yk has fucked one or two people before and it's not a sex god, and they're growing insecure about sevika never starting intimacy even after months of dating, so they think it's because they're not as good as the girl's she's been with before. Idk just thought that'd be good

I'm kind of obsessed with this, ngl. This isn't the first smut that I've written but it is the first smut that I've posted on here so feedback is always appreciated. Y'all will never guess... it's not proofread. Again. Enjoy my lovelies! X

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mild angst but nothing too horrible, mentions of body image issues but readers body type isn't specified or described.

Fem reader, of course, with female genitalia.

At first, you didn't think anything of it. She probably just wanted to take things slow with you. You weren't as experienced as her so she probably wanted to take her time.

That made sense for a while.

But now, after eight months together, you haven't had sex once. More importantly, she hasn't initiated it.

Realistically, you know that it's fine. There's plenty of reasons as to why nothing has happened so far. But that voice in the back of your head is doing a fantastic job of convincing you otherwise.

Sevika was kind of a sex symbol before you two got together.

She'd been with countless women, she was a regular at Babbettes. Her name was uttered on the streets like a sacred prayer.

You, on the other hand, have only been with two people: your ex, and a drunken one night stand that was less than satisfactory. So you did have sexual experience, but not nearly as much as her.

Honestly, it's starting to worry you.

Did she not like you? Was she not physically attracted to you? Was there something wrong with your body? Were you not showing enough skin?

Thoughts plagued your mind night and day. You were stuck in constant turmoil. It was impossible to stop your own brain once it got going.

It was taking everything in you to focus on the stove and not burn dinner.

You flinch at the sound of the door closing. Heavy footsteps sound through the house, approaching the kitchen.

Sevikas thick arms wrap around your midsection, her face making home in the side of your neck. For a long time, she doesn't say anything. The only sounds come from the meat sizzling in your pan. Moments like this make it easier to not think about the painful lack of aw sex life between you two.

Her lips purse, pressing small kisses against your skin. She hums against your neck.

"What are you cooking doll?" Her voice is muffled against your flesh but you understand her all the same.

"Spaghetti." You feel her smile.

"My favorite.." She mumbles. You hum a small "Mhm" before focusing back on the seasoned beef and water you're waiting for to boil. Her arms tighten ever so slightly, one hand slipping under your shirt. Her thumb caresses your bare skin.

It should be sweet but it really just drives the nail into the coffin for you.

Your voice comes out before you can stop it.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" You regret it the moment it leaves your mouth.

"I- woah, what? Doll what do you mean?" She honestly sounds baffled.

"Forget I said anything, please. It doesn't matter."

Her hands gently grab your shoulders, turning you around.

"No way. What are you talking about?"

You shake your head. "It's stupid.."

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you." She reassures you.

"It's just, we've been together for eight months, and we practically live together. But we haven't done anything. I know you don't have an issue having sex because half the undercity talks about how good you are and I just don't understand. Is there something wrong with me? Am I not appealing to yo-" Your rant is cut off by her lips. Her hands are holding you like glass, one on your cheek, one curled around your hip.

"There is nothing wrong with you." Her voice comes out as a soft whisper. "I'm sorry I made you feel like there was. I just knew that you don't have as much experience as I do. I didn't want you to feel rushed, or forced."

"Rushed? No, you could never.. I thought you just didn't want me that way." She immediately shakes her head. She kisses you again, more urgently this time.

Her hands grab anywhere they can, pulling you in. They're on your hips, waist, groping your ass.

"I do want you." Then they're picking you up and lifting you on the counter. "Let me show you how much I want you?" All you can do is nod as her lips trail down your neck. Her touch dances over your body, removing your top.

Her mouth follows soon after, sucking dark bruises into the skin on your neck and chest. She takes a nipple in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. A low whimper leaves your mouth at the new, but not unpleasant, sensation.

Her right hand copies her tongue's motions on the other, pinching and pulling. Your body trembles against the counter with need.

She moves away from your breasts, kissing and licking down your stomach to your navel. Her hands unbutton your pants. She looks up at you as she lowers herself to her knees, silently asking for permission. You nod your head. You don't trust your voice. Your pants are off in seconds and thrown somewhere in the kitchen that you'll worry about later.

Her hand splays across your stomach and gently pushes you to lay against the tile. It's cold against your bare and burning skin, your back arching off of it but she keeps your hips pinned down.

You gasp as her teeth nip at the skin of your thigh. A breathy laugh leaves her.

"Shut up.." You mutter.

"Didn't say anything."

Your eyes roll in fake annoyance but you don't get the chance to reply as the cold air hits your bare cunt. Her thumbs pull your lips apart, admiring the sight before her.

"Fuck doll, you're so wet. All of this for me?" Her voice is husky between your legs and it stirs something delicious in your belly.

"Yes, all for you Sev.." She chuckles. Her teeth take the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs. She kisses your hips and navel, sucking hickies and marking you as hers.

"Please, Vika. Need you.." You whine. You can't bring yourself to care about how desperate you sound. You're sure that you look even more so from her position.

It seems, though, that your prayers have been answered because as soon as the words leave your mouth hers is back on you. This time it's between your legs.

She licks a long stripe up your pussy before stopping to suck your clit into her mouth. A loud moan reverberates from your chest as you lean your head back into the counter. Her tongue kitten licks at the bud before suckling on it like shes trying to nurse herself.

You've had people eat you out before but never this well. You don't think it could get better than this.

She moves down, opting to fuck you with her tongue instead. You definitely understand the appeal now. You've given yourself plenty of orgasms but this is the fastest one has risen before.

She feels it in the way you clench around her tongue and moves back to your clit. Her fingers fill up the now empty space, fucking into you in a gently but rough way only she could manage.

She's eating you like a woman starved and with the lack of sex the two of you have had she may as well be. If you didn't know better you might think this is her last meal.

Gasps and whimpers leave your mouth in a desperate way you can't stop.

"Fuck Sev.. ngh~ m'gonna cum, please.."

She smirks against you once more, speeding up her ministrations.

"Come on my tongue baby, make a mess on me." Her voice is muffled against you cunt, vibrations travel through your clit with her words.

You last maybe thirty seconds longer, hand tangled in her hair, before releasing over her tongue.

She laps you up, milking you for all that you're worth. She's never tasted anything more delicious. Her mouth doesn't let up until your whimpering from the overstimulation and pushing her head away.

She looks you in the eye as she sucks her fingers clean before kissing back up your body. Her lips lock onto yours and you can still taste yourself on her tongue. It makes your head spin in a way you've never felt before.

When you come back to earth, her hand is running through your hair.

"I'm sorry I made you believe that I didn't want to do that." She mumbles. "But now I may need it to be a daily thing." You giggle at her words.

"It's okay. I wouldn't mind honestly." She helps you sit up, a large hand cupping your cheek. "You didn't get to cum.." You whisper as you lean in closer.

"Don't worry about me, I'll get my fill later." The look on her face tells you that this isn't over. "I'm going to change out of these clothes. You just worry about dinner okay?" She slips your panties back on along with your shirt.

You nod, sliding off the counter. You wince at the mess you made but she's already wiping it up. Her lips meet your temple as she mutters a low, "I love you."

"I love you more." She shakes her head, chuckling before walking back to her room. You feel much better now, and you really can't wait for what she meant by "later".

[wellsbering]

[angelbambifemme]

I 🩷 being a hairy femme

I 🩷 having hairy legs

I 🩷 having hairy armpits

I 🩷 confidence and beauty and embracing my body for what it is instead of conforming to the societal expectations of what feminity should look like

I LOVE YOU HAIRY FEMMES!!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!! MWWWAAAH 💋💋💋

[bonnibelerm]

I made an impulse themed lesbian flag

[angryasiandyk3]

a cool detail in Leigh’s og script that I feel like a lot of people forget is that Adam’s a leftist/communist- and he’s very involved in social justice movements and protests based upon the description of his apartment. dude has a whole portrait of Che Guevera on his wall

makes sense why he had a feminist vegan punk gf

i so wish that he had more time in the movies because Leigh had written his character with so much more background </3

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

btw do yourself a favor and never think "haha someone should make a compilation of everytime Jimmy says something self depreciating!" Because any time he says he hates himself you'll feel sick to your stomach and want to cry. Totally not speaking from experience

[burguesinha24]

the archer- in which you’re sad as fuck and vi comforts you (fluffy)

your hands shook as you knelt on the floor of your bathroom. you had really thought you were past this. you had an amazing girlfriend, loving friends, and a great life in general.

but I guess life’s a bitch, hm?

you heard a light knock on the door through your sniffles and choked sobs.

“babe? everything alright?”

“I-I’m ok.” despite your best efforts, your voice still broke when you responded to her. the door opened, and you silently cursed yourself for not locking it.

“whoa, hey, what’s going on?” vi’s blue eyes glittered in concern, her brows knit tightly together. your lower lip trembled as you tried your best to keep a fresh wave of tears down.

“I-i don’t know, I don’t k-know-” she knelt done to where you were crouching, cupping your face with her warm, calloused hands. she brushed away the tears that you didn’t even know were falling.

“hey, calm down. take a deep breath for me, baby. ok? in-”

you inhaled deeply with her.

“-out.”

you breathed out shakily. you repeated the action a few times before your tears stopped and your breathing evened out.

“you wanna talk about it?” her voice was soft, her hands still on your face, grounding you.

“I honestly don’t know. everyone at work was pissing me off and I don’t know I just-”

you cut yourself off, closing your eyes as you felt that same snake of desperation coiling around your heart.

“hey, how about I order food for us, hmm?” you opened your eyes, taking in the kind, loving smile she graced you with. you nodded slowly.

“yeah, yeah ok. as long as we don’t put pineapple on the pizza.” she snorted, shaking her head and ruffling up your hair.

“hater.” she teased. you smiled back.

“more like I have taste.”

“horrible taste.”

later that night, you found yourself forgetting about your horrible day and the mental breakdown you had almost endured. laying there in vi’s arms, the smell of cheap, greasy pizza filling the air while you two watched some shitty romcom, you figured that maybe life wasn’t such a bitch.

not when you had her by your side.

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a/n: this is kind of shit but I literally just had the shittiest day ever so I wanted to write some comfort 😔 luv u guysss

[pinksilvace]

I apologize in advance for the person I'll become when I get to hear her sing Pumping Iron in high quality

[artbylittlebug]