#lesbian relationships

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

You mean? I mean.

[messylesb]

"you attract what you fear"

oh noo how I'm scared of a beautiful butch who i can cuddle and give lots of kisses and forget about the world while we stay in a bubble giggling and making out and listening to music and reading together 😫😫😫😫😫

[oneoftheextras]

masterlist | got a request?

paring: miruko x f!reader & mightnight x f!reader

request: “can you please do miruko and midnight coming home with their fem s/o after being a brat?”

words:

warnings: 18+, f!reader, lesbian relationships, jealousy, degradation

a/n: this was supposed to be headcanons but i got carried away so ill have them be separate parts

midnight's part

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When Miruko received an invite to a party, of course you were her plus one. The only problem was, the media didn't know you were together. Neither did any of the other heroes in attendance.

A perfect opportunity for you to act up.

For a starter, you wore a dress you knew drove her crazy; specifically the one you wore on your first date. The moment you walked into the room you noticed the double take she did, seemingly stopping mid-sentence to stare at you.

The playful smile that crawled it's way onto your lips was the cherry on top. You knew what you were doing, and Miruko knew you knew what you were doing.

She watched you the entire night, sometimes less subtly than she would've liked. She watched you socialise with everyone but her, even going as far as to talk to Aizawa who was stood directly in front of her; the only acknowledgement you gave her was a simple 'Miruko' and a nod of the head before you joined another group.

The main course was a slow and tedious calculation done by yourself, but Miruko was predictable and quick to jealousy, which you used to your advantage.

You had spent the last hour talking to Hawks, touching his arm gently and giggling at all of his jokes. You didn't need to see where Miruko was to know she was staring at the back of your head with a twitching eye.

Softly, you handed your empty glass to Hawks and excused yourself to use the bathroom. You stepped into the room and mentally counted down from three, and like clockwork, Miruko slammed the door open - she didn't mean to, sometimes she forgot her own strength.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked you with a playful but dangerous tone, "I don't know what you're talking about," you stated coyly, averting your glaze to the ceiling with a flutter of your eyelashes.

Miruko grabbed your jaw, her grip strong but gentle. "You know exactly what you're doing," she verbally bit into what you were offering, and you knew the real game had began.

Her crimson eyes pierced into your features, waiting for you to move your next piece on the chessboard you'd created.

You gave her a simple shrug as a response.

Her grip tightened and she pulled your face close to hers, her hand meeting the counter top that you'd been leaning against - she caged you in so you had no choice but to give her your full attention.

"Listen to me," her voice was low and demanding, "If this is what you want, by all means continue to be a pretty little slut-" her emphasis on 'slut' sent a ripple of goosebumps over your skin, "-Just remember what happened the last time you pulled something like this,".

Memories of 'last time' trailed through your thoughts, and you had to use every ounce of your willpower not to bite your lip at the recollection, but you did manage a smug smile.

Miruko pushed your face away and began to leave the restroom, "I'm warning you!" she pointed at you before leaving the room, but you knew there was no real threat to her words.

After a few moments you also exited, attempting to calm yourself down unless you wanted to face the party looking flustered.

You'd composed yourself enough to move onto dessert, the final step in your plan. Taking Hawk's hand on the way to the dance floor, you gave him no opportunity to protest dancing with you.

Miruko's heartrate picked up, she knew Hawk's wasn't a threat, she knew that you loved her - but watching you grab him immediately after she'd warned you turned her on.

It meant she had to show you exactly who you belonged to.

She tried to keep her cool but watching you sway your hips with him whilst maintaining eye contact with her with a look that said 'Do something about it?' was the tipping point.

She barely managed to get out an "Excuse me," to the person she was talking to before she was heading for you like a bull at a red flag.

"Hi Hawks," she said quickly when she'd clasped her hand around your wrist, "She needs to be somewhere," she smiled a forced grin at him and pulled you out of his grasp.

Trying to avoid as much attention as possible, she weaved you in and out of the crowds until you had left the building.

The whole ride home was in silence but her hand remained firmly on your upper thigh, which you were bouncing with excitement.

The walk up to your front door felt like it would go on forever, your steps feeling the same way they do when you're running in a dream.

The front door opened swiftly.

You were pulled inside, and just as quickly as the door had opened it was shut again but with you firmly pinned against it.

A nervous giggle crept out of your throat as the palms of her hands laid flat against the door either side of your head, "Welcome home," you joked.

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source: We’re Here: Conversations With Lesbian Women, by Angela Stewart-Park and Jules Cassidy

[toxicscorpioposts]

Respecting your partner is deeper than just staying faithful. Respecting your partner means to also respect their voice and allow them to be heard. Respect is communication. Respect is avoiding the same mistakes or things you know will make your partner mad/sad. Respecting your partner is thinking before you speak. Respecting your partner is being their number one fan. Respect is sometimes ‘just’ an attempt to understand. Respect is empathy. Respect is effort. Respect is love.

[b0yfraudz]

[missphanosaur18]

Lesbian culture is desperately wanting to say I love you to your partner after dating for a month... ugh... Must. Keep. Feelings. To. Myself. 😅

[intheclosetlookingout]

I know how strong you are, I've seen you carry groceries and open pickle jars. I feel the power of your frame when I wrap my arms around you, and I know it in my bones that you could and would protect me from any harm.

But I beg you, don't mistake my demure for weakness. Believe me when I say that I would protect you too. In any way you needed.

I will hold your hand to steady it's trembling, I will soothe the wrinkles from your weary brow. I will kiss away every tear, and you will know that my love doesn't erode so easily as to be moved by the gentle saline.

I will also bathe in the blood of our enemies and turn their bones to windchimes we hang on the porch. I will burn the bodies and snuggle beside you to admire the embers, and use the ashes to enrich our garden 🩷

[toloveher]

@paristhequeen

[theaskew]

Djuna Barnes (1892-1982). The Selected Works of Djuna Barnes: Collection of stories, drama and a novel - 'Spillway' (1962), 'The Antiphon' (1958), 'Nightwood' (1936). [Faber & Faber, 1980].

[91vaults]

I think it's unfortunately true that dating again and/or casually going on the apps is the most effective way to get over a devastating breakup but also I genuinely don't want to date and if no one appeals then it can backfire...ESPECIALLY if you live in a city where the pool is small. (we all know the "no one is out there I will die alone" spiral)

[shjack180]

I am a late in life lesbian so there is much about queerdom I am still learning. With that I have a question: When two wlw are in a relationship, is it just called a lesbian relationship instead of a sapphic one even if one or both are bi or pan? Asking because I legitimately get upset over what I've been viewing as bi-erasure whenever that happens. But it happens so often that I am wondering if a relationship being deemed lesbian just broadly means wlw instead. I am especially seeing this in the Shadowzel pairing of bg3. I love wlw rep. I love lesbian rep. But I also love bi/pan rep and don't ever want to support it's erasure

[guavagyal]

I have been watching a lot of "decenter men" content online because it has been very helpful in realizing my worth as a woman after dating a toxic stud lesbian. there aren't a lot of resources or support groups for sapphic women in toxic relationships w other women.

a lot of people just assume a lesbian relationship would be stress-free, but only if there is communication & both people are actively healing from their past trauma. I hate to say that I've never been in a happy sapphic relationship. most women I've dealt w just use me, manipulate me, and want to control me. I do think it's bc sapphic women in Georgia are messed up from society, but I know there is someone out there for me who will treat me the way I deserve.

[toxicscorpioposts]

2025 is in 6 months. Don’t let anyone waste your time.

[b0yfraudz]

[not-so-private-thoughts]

On lesbian relationship abuse

I really do think that queer women* are uniquely vulnerable to abuse in first queer relationships. It’s an experience that I’ve seen anecdotally over and over again in niche queer circles but rarely discussed beyond that. I know there is writing about lesbian domestic abuse from the 1980s and 90s, but I don’t know of much from more recently. With the growing mainstream awareness of queerness, there has been a growing push to sanitize and purify experiences of queerness in order to gain acceptance. This has resulted in moves away from talking about the ugly things that are also a part of queerness. Something from Carmen Maria Machado’s memoir “In The Dream House” that really stuck with me was the idea of over-purifying being dehumanizing. Humans are imperfect and placing the expectation on one group to be above that removes them from that level of humanity. I think that widespread conversations on lesbian relationship abuse will have genuine positive impacts on many lives. It’s hard for me to say if these conversations would do much to prevent abuse or flag early warning signs, but certainly, it’s something that will help survivors. I also know that there are parts of this that will be relevant to straight experiences of relationship abuse, and even other gay experiences, but in speaking from my own experience, this will draw heavily on experiences of lesbianism.

Machado is nearly 20 years older than me, and her experience of queerness is necessarily different than mine because of that. She didn’t talk a whole lot about her early experiences with ideas of lesbian relationships, but I believe that the way we conceptualize those is important. When I was just coming into my queerness, I believed relationships with women to be magical. Why did I place women on this pedestal? I wasn’t as deeply into online spaces as a lot of my peers were, but I dabbled. I was present enough to absorb general attitudes of queerness from queer women. And they were ones of fantasy and perfection. They taught me that girls are soft and sweet and warm. Growing up disillusioned with relationships with men, feeling something for a girl only served to confirm these ideas. The girls I had crushes on gave me butterflies with their smiles and their giggles. The boys I knew bothered me with their boisterousness and grossness and everything else that is just a fact about teenage boys if you ask a teenage girl. Plus, I was a girl, and that sameness immediately earned these crushes an extra level of familiarity. Familiarity, closeness, trust, it all gives someone passes to be shitty. And that’s not to say I am disillusioned with love or care, I believe wholeheartedly in the importance of companionship and partnership. I just also know firsthand how someone can break you by knowing you.

Since rereading “Dream House” this fall, I really haven’t been able to stop turning these ideas over in my head. I see them everywhere. It’s become an obsession. Maybe it’s to do with the closure I never got and my experiences of abuse that have never been voiced or validated. I think moreso though, there is a pervasiveness to these ideas of queer female fantasy that are lovely but so dangerous. They blind us to the cold reality that some women are scary. Like not in a fun romantic way, truly the stuff of nightmares years later. (As a side note, the nightmares that I run into now nearly three years out about her are that we meet today and she is kind to me. Those are the scariest ones yet, because they mean I’ve been wrong all along.)

This isn’t a finished thought, I really do have a desire to turn this into something more, but I have no idea what that means. I want it to be something that has the depth, rigor, and simultaneous accessibility of a high quality video essay, but I have none of the skills for that. And so for now it will simply grow between a personal google doc and an unnoticed tumblr blog.

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*The language here is imprecise and imperfect. By queer women, talking about these relationships, I’m referring to people who are in relationships that exhibit the positionality of lesbianism. Neither party in the relationship must necasarily be a lesbian or a woman. I will contunue to use the words lesbian and queer woman but the understanding of nuance in those terms should be assumed throughout, these words are used for convenience.