#lesbian cookies

[ameliestarry]

Ah yes, I got a New comform ship-

[just-a-lil-guy-uwu]

lesbians. I won't take any criticism

[gelthefunkyblob]

timeless thread cookie (oc on the left) doesn't belong to me (oc by wiki in the cr discord server!!) anyways new coloring style oopsies

[ameliestarry]

CHERRYSODA OOOMGGGG

yuri so good i had to draw them on their first day

i love them sm !!!

ヾ(￣ー￣(≧ω≦*)ゝ

*edit: this post got a lot of love thank you so much everyone !!! im so happy !!! ^^

[emilylovescookies]

I could get used to this

[sillybillylulu]

Am i too late to this trend?

Original image under the cut

[peachy-ceecee]

I mean we won

But at what cost

[w1thered-roses]

Stinky birb critter

[cookiewalk]

[contradictory-label-culture-is]

Shout-out to the lesboys who are boys, like actually, shout out. A bonus cookie if you get annoyed when people explain what lesboys are by saying NONE of them are actually boys.

[awakentrashpanda]

This post made me think of something really stupid 

Moral of the story devsis should add toilets so my boy gingerbrave doesn’t have to go halfway across earthbread just to pee

[amessformiles]

“it’s just me and you, and you and me, just us… and your friend steve” ahhh screenshot (/j /lh)

[nocturnal-stims]

Pride 2024: it's gonna be a good one.

source: 🌈 💖 🌈 / 💜 🌈 💙 / 🌈 ❤️ 🌈

[pridewishes]

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250x250 || femme lesbian || bordered circle

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MMC: Femme Lesbian HCs OR Butch Lesbian HCs !!

[waterfallofroises]

Moans on stage

College Roommate Vi x reader

Warnings: Moaning

(I’m literally losing my shit, she’s to hot)

Vi had always known you were talented—your voice, your energy, your stage presence—but there was something about hearing you perform live that left her breathless. She was used to you being her quirky, colorful roommate with a thousand different outfits and an endless supply of jokes, but this? This was different. You stood at the front of the tiny venue, guitar in hand, mic close to your lips, and everything about you was magnetic.

You weren’t just playing; you were feeling it, your body swaying with the music. And the music? It wasn’t what Vi expected at all. There were no bubblegum pop songs, no easy melodies that played on the radio. Instead, you and your band were creating something raw and authentic—gritty rock with a hint of something soulful. Your voice rang out, every note thick with emotion, and Vi felt it in her chest like a thrum she couldn’t ignore.

But then, there was that moment—the one Vi would replay in her mind a thousand times. You leaned into the mic, your voice low, your body swaying, and you let out a soft moan that was undeniably... sensual. It was a part of the song, sure, but the way you did it? The way your eyes found hers across the room, locking with a mischievous, almost daring glint?

Vi’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat rising to her face, her pulse skipping a beat. It wasn’t just the song anymore. It was you, and for a moment, Vi couldn’t help but wonder if the moan wasn’t just for the lyrics, but for something else. Something unspoken, and way more intimate than the song ever intended.

After the set, you were practically glowing, buzzing with the high of performing. Vi watched you slip off stage and into the crowd, and before long, you were right next to her. You squeezed into the space beside her on the tiny, worn-out couch. There was barely any distance between you—your shoulder pressed lightly against hers as you made yourself comfortable, the lingering hum of the crowd outside the room mixing with the aftershock of the performance.

Vi’s arm casually draped around your shoulders, a touch so familiar yet it sent an odd little shiver down your spine. You smiled, fiddling with your necklace, your fingers still slightly trembling from the energy of the show.

“How’d I do?” you asked, grinning up at her, your voice still warm from the performance.

Vi raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. “Not what I expected, cupcake.”

Your eyes locked with hers, and that familiar, playful tension flickered to life between you two. There was something in her tone, in the way she was looking at you, that made your heart flutter despite yourself.

You giggled lightly, a small, playful sound that made Vi’s stomach tighten. “Oh? And what did you expect?”

She leaned in slightly, her breath warm against your ear as she teased, “I don’t know... pop music? Bubblegum tunes and sparkles? Honestly, though, you blew me away.”

You laughed softly, your fingers grazing at the little bit of lint on her shirt—your excuse to get just a little closer. You could feel the heat of her body, the soft rise and fall of her chest as you brushed against her.

“Either way, I’m glad you loved it,” you replied with a smirk, your voice low, that familiar flirtatious edge in it.

Vi’s fingers brushed over the fabric of your dress, just a simple gesture, but it was enough to send a flicker of warmth rushing through you. Her touch lingered a little longer than usual, and the air between you two suddenly felt thick with something unspoken.

She gave you a knowing smile, her gaze dipping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “Loved it, huh?” she repeated, her voice soft but heavy with meaning. “Might have to make you sing for me more often, then.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling that familiar rush of excitement at her words. You knew she wasn’t just talking about the performance. You both knew it.

“I’ll sing for you anytime,” you teased, a grin tugging at your lips. “But, only if you really want to hear me sing...” You let the words hang in the air between you, your voice almost a whisper now.

Vi leaned a little closer, her face a mere breath away. “I think I could get used to that,” she murmured, her fingers still gently brushing the sleeve of your dress.

You chuckled, heart racing at the sudden proximity. There was no mistaking the tension between you two now. The kind of tension that came from too many moments like this one—playful, teasing, but never quite crossing the line.

Vi’s thumb brushed lightly against your shoulder, a touch that felt almost too intimate, but not quite enough to push things further. She was testing the waters, just like you were.

“Next time,” you said, voice low, almost daring, “maybe I’ll let you be my inspiration.”

Vi’s eyes darkened just a little, that smirk still dancing at the corners of her lips. She’s glad she was sober or else she might’ve kissed you right then and there.

Hope yall enjoyed :)