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all sapphics should watch “But I’m a cheerleader” cause it’s a fucking masterpiece (and  Clea DuVall is in it)

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻,

𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑵.

A/N: okay bear with me, this is a ‘poem’ (i don’t know what else to call it) that i wrote and when i read over it i realised some girls here would appreciate this imagery with their own infatuations, so whilst its not written like fan-fiction i felt generous enough to share it and i hope at least 1 of you will like it, best part is that you can picture any one of your favourite girls!!! Instead of a name i call the other character “Pretty”, so keep that in mind while reading, and again, this isn’t written like fan-fiction, but still i would appreciate it if you gave it a shot and told me what you think ♡

tags: lesbian only, think anyone!, femme!r, metaphors, suggestive, nsfw undertones but they are so slight and hidden beneath the wordplay that i can’t really count this as nsfw, sadomasochistic in a way, did i forget something? Let me know!

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I don’t want a cottage, i don’t want a life in simplicity and independency. I want a castle, i want an abandoned mansion adorned by vines hugging it long after solitude fell cold and loveless upon its very walls.

I want to hear the floors creak with every step, i want to hear the tremble of the floors effortlessly mirror the tremble of her legs, i want to have her, Pretty, and i want to keep her on her toes. I want, behind her gaze, to be as unpredictable as the grass around the mansion, a neglected ring of hues of green. Tall, short, eaten, rotten.

I want to give her the world, and i want to make her spin in the middle of it, i want to give her everything and make her feel like in a moment she could have nothing.

I want to make her dizzy and i want to make her euphoric, i want to see her scared and i want to hold her close, be the one to comfort her, Pretty.

I want our clothes to dance against each other when the weather drops and i take her out on walks, on the endless garden we’ve named ‘our hearts’ that no matter how long it’s been there for, untouched, unloved, uncared for, it just never seems to end.

I want her to let me tear her cotton fabrics apart and off, torn by grinding teeth and claw-like nails, hungry like a centuries-old vampire, lifetimes of self control and respect disintegrated in the very same time span Pretty’s clothes get ripped. Carefully laboured fabric, soft as freshly laved hair, made with the selfish, miserable thought of this granting them extra bread on their dinner plate.

And she would, she would let me tear her apart in one shared gaze. She would let me hold her and scratch her open, she would let me wound her because she knows i’ll be the one to heal her up again. And she knows i’ll do it before she can build the thought of asking me to.

She would let me darken her vision under the noon sun, heating and blinding. She would let me bruise her neck, violet splats trailing down her body like a rosemary. She would let me reach her depths and spin them around, it’d be nothing new to her, as long as her world is intertwined with mine she’s always spinning, she’s always dizzy. She would let me cradle her head as i treat her like fresh meat in aching, starved hands, because i’ve done so another hundred times, and each one she only seems more unwilted than the last.

Because she knows she’ll get me back.

Because she plans on making my darkest nights luminous, and she knows i’ll let her. The story is always the same; she unwraps me like a one-of-a-kind royal heirloom, her touches vigilant, precise on what she unfolds, what lies beneath her hands. And she knows i don’t fancy peace, her words forming clear juxtaposition to her touches, there are no blurred lines, my sense of touch and my sense of hearing are in two completely different words, and yet they co-exist in the pits of my stomach.

But like every child asking their parent to tell them a bedtime story, it doesn’t matter if its always the same, they always enjoy it the same. At the end of the day they fall asleep to it every time.

I’ll let her unwrap the lace off the corset, i’ll let her loosen every layer, watch the silks fall off my form, i’ll let her tell me the harshest things that leave my throat closing in on itself, as her hands soothe around my flesh getting me to ease up. She’ll rock me back and forth from being velvety to being cruel, i know it, and i will let her.

Because it takes two to dance, if you’re unable to match the other’s rhythm what’s the fun? It’s only enjoyable when you’re both having fun. 🫀

I should've known me watching this video multiple times as a kid was my gay awakening.

there's nothing more beautiful than a pretty femme who drives me absolutely crazy to the point where all my thoughts drift back to her. And she knows exactly the things to make me go so down bad for her.

For some reason I hate how this turned out...

I think it's the coloring..

I think I am that loser!gf...to be honest 💔

At least I'm not chopped though

it's 8:40 am right but I'm still sleepy

all I wanna do is lay my head in a pretty girl's lap

or just rest my head between her thighs 💔

just play with my hair pls pls pls

(I'm a sucker for thighs, big or small, or muscular I really dgaf oh my goodness I'm so single 💔)

can I big spoon a butch?

idk man, first time for everything 😝

I would fold INSTANTLY if a butch

would open doors for me

would pull out chairs for me

walk on the outside of the side walk

carry heavy things without having to ask

place a hand on the small of my back

or on my thigh when we're sitting or driving

offer their arm for me when I'm walking in heels or unfamiliar places that make me feel uneasy

hold their coat over my head if we forget the umbrella

like seriously. you got me! I would go home that night kicking my feet and listening to love songs thinking about you. 💀 I love it cause it's literally not a requirement by any means! So when they choose to do it, it's not cause of societal pressure or gender norms, it's truly cause they want!

Everytime I see a lesbian couple in my kind of small, kind of country, southern American town, I smile to myself.

I've never seen anyone talk about this but

I literally don't think I would mind doing housewife like things for a butch.

Is it just me?

Like i wouldn't mind packing a lunch for her work day every morning, writing a cute sticky note with maybe a inspirational quote or a quick "have a good day I love you" type of thing.

I depending on her job, I wouldn't mind ironing her clothes, making that collar nice crisp and starchy, and tie on that tie from them every morning. Or help them put on that sharp blazer.

But I'd always love doting on them when her when she gets home too. Undoing her tie, taking off her coat. Kissing her on cheek as I welcome her home. And I tell her I'll run a bath for her to help release all that pent up stress from the day.

Always keep the home soft and cozy. The perfect air freshener, fresh sheets out of the washer, searching on Pinterest in my free-time for the perfect things to add to our home.

On Friday nights we plan little dates at home. We're probably both a bit tired from the week. Maybe going out isn't the best option. So we'll get take out, or prepare something together and we have a little dinner date at home. Then Netflix and chill after of course.

On Saturday morning's she'll wake up to the empty space of where I slept in our bed. But! But~...the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.

And that day, when we go shopping I'll help her pick a new cologne that will make me go feral. I'll tell her which colors compliment her skin tone, and which outfits make her look handsome.

But we can't leave until I take a trip to Sephora. (I have to! Sue me! I personally believe these products help keep me and nice and pretty just the way she likes me.) I try not to buy a lot but she's not a good influence since she always tries to spoil me.

(part 2?..)

a man just told me that if I like masculine lesbians I just basically like pretty boys.

and I was like "yea..no...no not really??"

like idk how to explain this to men 💀

I was gonna send these in someone's DMs but I had no one to share them with 💔

just a psa

if ur a stud or a butch you don't HAVE to be able to pick up your girlfriend. It's not a requirement. Nor is it a competition.

if you can and you want to be able to lift your gf then that's perfectly fine.

but for those who can't or just don't work out or just choose not to, that's fine too.

being strong isn't a requirement for being a masculine lesbian.

sure it's impressive, hot even, but again it's not a big deal to most. Hell most straight women don't necessarily expect their men to be strong or able to lift them.

making this statement bc, on tik tok, a stud went viral for not being able to lift up her girlfriend (who looked to be about 100-120lbs) and she had to have a man do it for her.

and there is a big post going around saying "why women need men"

women don't need men.

most men are not even strong either and most women even with minimal athletic capability can lift a woman of this size. and I'm glad that there are many lesbians on TikTok there to prove it.

but again, don't feel bad if you can't do it either. 🤍

need a dom fem to put me in my place and let me get myself off by pleasuring her while she tells me if I'm doing a good job or not

Amen 🙏

🕯️🕯️🕯️i will have a butch boyfriend 🕯️🕯️🕯️

happy butch femme sunday

I wanna moot all the blk wlw cause I love yall

Me and my future gf

shout out to all the butches. i hope you all have a lovely day. i love yall so much. i think I could right a whole paragraph on yall. pls pls pls pls i need one so bad 🙏

Chat what is all this hype over the WNBA girlies?

I wanna get in on the fun cs everywhere I look I'm seeing edits, thirst traps etc.

Do yall even gaf about the sport 🙂‍↔️?! Or just the beautiful women.

No shade, I'm probably no better.

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx 🤍)

Man I love drawing green girls and blondes lmao

Anyway enjoy xx

my name is bri

she/her | afab | 18 | 5'7 | femme | african american | usa

lesbian (except for my fictional characters)

i think i will mostly wlw related things

this blog is mostly sfw but at times nsfw. so please dni with my nsfw posts if you are not 18+

(also don't not dm me if ur under 18 :> )

i love to make friends, flirt, talk whatever so please dm me, if you want. i dont bite 🤍

I am not feeling myself rn (chronic illness type shit) sooooo I'm feeling kinda clingy rn :((

I just need a girl to wrap my arms around like a koala (lmfao) and hold them close as I fall back to sleep

She whispers teasing remarks about my touchiness and I just hum back, no shame in my game right now. I'm still in this sleepy haze and I want is her warmth, touch and presence near.

She knows there's not much she can do to help. There's not some many pill to take to make it all better, you often have to endure.

Because of this, I'm inclined to push through and over work myself even if rest is supposedly important. It's hard for me to take breaks when I'm in the zone. I can even be a bit mean when I don't intend to. I'm just so locked in.

But eventually, I can't say no to her. The last thing I want is her to be upset with me. Let alone worry about me like I need to be taken care of. It's a bit embarrassing for me. So i reluctantly put the laptop down and try to rest.

Sleep is hard. It's hard to fall asleep cause my body doesn't really get it the memo at times. But she tells me to just relax, that she knows I'm tired, exhausted, she's not going anywhere. That gently voice in my ears feels like propofol, I'm asleep in just a few minutes when she runs my fingers through my hair.

Everything somehow feels so much better when I'm in her arms. The smell of her shampoo is beautiful. My hand on the dip of the side of her waist. Our legs entangled. And I can't help but whisper "thank yous" and "I love yous"

I'm still not over her. Idk what this type of woman is but this is *chef kiss* (yk minus the cartel part)

𝜗𝜚 *₊˚ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ABUK (a-bu-k)

she/her. wlw. single. 16. 🇨🇦🇸🇸.

bigoted ppl dni !

ABOUT ME ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ + selfies

♪ ༘⋆ fav artists / genres

bikini kill. ethel cain. mitski. indigo de souza. system of a down. adrianne lenker. car seat headrest. phoebe bridgers. leith ross. whatever, dad. big thief. dandelion hands. destroy boys.

^ rock. alt indie. indie pop

★ ︵ fav media

arcane (caitlyn’s biggest hater), mw2, dr. house, girl, interrupted, all the bright places, pearl, american psycho

on my to watchlist:

yellowjackets, bojack horseman, interstellar, tlou gameplays, a ton of video essay’s

..i really dont watch shows, recommendations in my ask r welcomed

₊˚⊹ ᰔ hobbies

art, makeup, sewing, reading occasionally, writing, rblx 😛

wanna get into crochet but im broke

selfie down below

a lesbians canon event is falling in love w/ ur bsf

𓍢 ♡𓍢 thinking about them tonight𓍢 ♡𓍢

face card is pretty acceptable today 💋