#sapphic reader challenge

[pintsizemama]

Candy Canes

Day 6

Summary: Harley introduces you to the wonderful world of candy canes…

Pairings: Harley Quinn x Female Reader, Harley Quinn x You

Fandom: Suicide Squad (DCEU)

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 648

Warnings: language, SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, w/w sex…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This is girl on girl action…if it’s not your thing, scroll on please!

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You walked into your shared apartment to the sound of Jingle Bell Rock blasting throughout the rooms. Harley was spread out on the sofa, lazily eating a candy cane. In fact, there was a mountain of candy canes on the coffee table in front of her. She shut the music off as soon as she saw you.

“Jesus, Harls, you got enough candy canes?” You laughed. You knew she loved candy, but this seemed excessive.

“What?” She questioned, pulling of the candy cane with a loud pop. “Candy canes are my favorite part of Christmas.”

“Do you have something against presents?” You asked. She cocked an eyebrow.

“Do you have something against mind-blowing orgasms?” She countered.

“Huh?” Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What the fuck do candy canes have to do with orgasms?” Harley smirked, put the candy cane down, stood up, and walked over to you.

“Let me show ya,” she purred. She cupped your face and brought her lips down to yours. She wasted no time gently sliding her tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of peppermint. Harley led you over to the couch and lay you down gently. She placed one sweet kiss to your neck before lifting up to slide your pants and underwear down your legs. She tossed them over her shoulder and spread your thighs. She knelt on the couch between them and reached over to grab a candy cane off the coffee table.

You heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the sound of her licking and sucking the sweet treat. You were getting wet from the anticipation. Harley was amazing at eating you out. After a few moments you felt her minty cool breath blow over your slick cunt. You shivered at the feeling.

“You ready, doll face?” She murmured. You nodded and she began nibbling along your puffy lips. You squirmed, trying desperately to get her to go where you needed her. She held your hips down and tutted at you gently.

“Stay still, baby cakes,” she chided. After a few more moments of sweet torture, she finally focused on your neglected clit. She used the flat of her tongue to slowly, methodically push you to insanity.

“Harley,” you groaned. The combination of her wicked tongue and the tingling of the peppermint was driving you wild. You grasped her hair and tilted your hips up, desperate for a climax. She pulled away just slightly and you whimpered at the loss. Suddenly you felt the cool, blunt edge of the candy cane swirling around your clit.

“How ya doin, doll face?” Harley asked.

“I need to come,” you begged. Harley chuckled and moved the candy cane to your opening. She gently nudged it in and thrust in and out, in and out. It wasn’t thick enough to do much, but the peppermint sent all sorts of shivers through you. Harley pulled it out of your weeping pussy and sucked on it loudly.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “That’s a good combination of flavors. You’ve been such a good girl…I think it’s time to reward you.” She tossed the candy cane aside and dove back in. She immediately latched onto your clit and suckled gently. She pushed two fingers inside your cunt and curled them up. She found your g-spot instantly—she always did. A few taps and one hard suck on your clit had you roaring into an orgasm.

After several long moments you came down from your high. Harley was laying her head on your inner thigh, watching you with a dopey little smile on her face. You smiled back. You were still tingling from the peppermint. That had been incredible.

“So, whaddya think?” Harley asked. You glanced at the candy canes on the coffee table then back at Harley.

“Give me one of those so I can return the favor,” you replied.

“Yes, ma’am,” Harley sniggered.

Day 7

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[spicysix]

14. hot cocoa | nancy wheeler X reader

Nancy’s eyes followed you across the kitchen. As you graciously walked around fetching the items and ingredients needed, as you heated the milk, as you placed carefully - one by one - the mini marshmallows at the end of the process. As you handed her the mug. As you smiled at her. As your eyes met hers.

She could drown in your eyes. Had no idea how to tell you that.

So she placed her hand on top of yours, smiled as warmly as she could. Knew you would understand how much she loves you. You love her back just as much.

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[haunted-headset]

Ok hear me out… scare actor reader and Wilbur who just wanted to go to a haunted house and then boom he’s like “oh no. The serial killer is pretty” you can use ur imagination for the rest this is just the caffeine talking to me with fanfic ideas :)

🔪 Is That Too Scary for You? 🔪

Summary: Headcanons about how Wilbur would act if he saw you, the reader, being pretty & a fake serial killer in a haunted house

A/N: HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS IDEA! Again, very sorry that it's only headcanons (idk if I'm even using the right term anymore lol), I'm extremely burnt out & tired rn. also tysm for the asks! it's been keeping me busy af & i love it! Also, the title was based off of the song I Think I'm Okay =)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!actor!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: scary stuff, reader is a scare actor (you're basically a fake serial killer), fake blood, the people with Wilbur & Tommy on the vlog getting jumpscared, reader pretending to k!ll Wilbur, Wilbur having a dream about the reader

genre: fluff/horror

Wilbur would probably be accompanied by the Sorry Boys for a Tom Simons vlog

Wilbur probably wouldn't want to go in the first place because he;d get scared easily

So when they do get inside the haunted house, they learn that everyone who's in the haunted house now becomes part of a challenge. They now have to escape the haunted house without being killed by any of the creatures/ghosts or you, the serial killer. It's basically just an escape room

When he first hears your menacing voice behind him, he stops walking. Not out of fear, but out of awe.

↑↑ You laughed creepily. "It seems I have some visitors here today..." Wilbur stopped in his tracks & Tommy turned the camera towards Wilbur. He was staring at you in awe. "Wilbur, stop being a simp & run!" Tommy laughed, pulling Wilbur away from you. "...Tommy, the serial killer's hot."

He basically tried to find any way to bring the group closer to you. He thought you were really pretty.

Would definitely 'die' first just to hang out with you

If you pinned him to the wall to 'k!ll' him, he would be so fcking flustered

↑↑ "Nowhere left to run..." you chuckled. You stabbed two of your fake knives into his shirt sleeves to pin him to the wall. "Any last words?" & Wilbur would be crushin' & blushin' so damn hard as he said, "Honestly? Uh you're really pretty & I kinda want your number if it isn't too much to ask-"

He ended up letting you 'k!ll' him so that you could bring him to where the people who were eliminated stayed until the attraction was over & you two just talked for an hour or so

& then you were stabbing him to death in his dreams <3

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[her-satanic-wiles]

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[saradika]

— the knight and her lady

knight!fennec shand x princess!reader

rated E - 3.7k

prompts - “can I kiss you?” & fairytale au

tags: medieval/fairytale au, soft sapphic romance, use of weapons in a competition, power dynamic (princess & knight), forbidden love, soft!dom Fen & inexperienced reader, kissing, fingering, implied squirting, oral sex

written for @flightlessangelwings’s Pride Challenge!

You shouldn’t know how to take her apart. It’s not proper, not at your station. If anyone found out, rumors would spread like wildfire. You’d surely be sent home - separated from her.

But your fingers move easily - plucking at buckles and straps. Piece by piece, as fluidly as she had put you together this morning.

(Or - You steal away to your knight, to celebrate a spectacularly-won archery tournament.)

You supposed you should be paying more attention to your host - but you can’t tear your eyes away from the knight in front of you.

The sun glinting off her forge-blackened armor, her movements still fluid even with the extra weight of the steel. Joining the long row of competitions, an ornate longbow slung across her back.

It’s been a long day. A good day - the tournament bringing in visitors for miles. Filling the wooden seats and air with laughter and music. With roasting meat and summery, fruity mead.

But still, you watch.

Fingers clasped, pressed on a knee that bounces with anticipation.

You don’t think he minds. The singularity of your attention, content to sit in near-silence next to you. A month ago you would’ve been ashamed at yourself - ignoring the King like this - but at the moment, you can’t bring yourself to care.

If he had minded, you think that he wouldn’t have taken the flower you had clutched so tightly to your chest. Plucked from the woven crown of greenery and flora around your head, handmade for today.

Telling you he’d “get this where it needed to go” in those few moments before the first event began.

It’s the last event of the afternoon, now - the morning filled with rounds of jousting, the clash of hand-to-hand combat.

You had worried she’d entered both - had felt the butterflies in your stomach when the quiet, silver knight she was seen with so often with took to the field.

But he had been alone. And had been victorious, in the end. A flurry of black slashes with his sword had seen to that.

Part of you wondered if she had attended, if that still would have been true.

The shrill sound of a whistle cuts through the air, as the participants line up. The wave of a green and gold banner as the first arrows fly.

There's the loosening of strings - arrowing flying in arcs towards the target mounds, with their painted red centers. Several falling short, the feathers quivering in the wind, most piercing through cloth and earth within the neat rings.

Scores called out as competitors are eliminated, the judges marking notes down on their scrolls. Those removed make their way to the border, to call out and heckle their friends with the rest of the crowd.

Ser Shand remains for this round, and then the next.

You watch with bated breath as her fingers crook around the string as each round passes. Thinking about last night and the ones before.

A slow, building boldness of wandering mouth and fingers. Stroking over silk and steel, soft sounds swallowed by the night.

Each release sends an arrow flying neatly down the field, landing in the red middle circle again and again. Again and again, until there were only two competitors left on the field.

The suspense was palpable, that teasing chatter dwindling down to nothing. The fabled ‘assassin-turned-knight’ competing with the up-and-coming Lord Calican - this would-be duel that would be spoken about for weeks after.

You had utmost faith in your knight, but you couldn't help the worry as the wind rustled your skirts, tugged at your crown of flowers. Fingers reaching up to pull it down a little tighter, just as the flag waves again.

The crowd holds their breath.

They fire at the same time.

There's an uproar, as the arrows hit. The judges racing to look, Lord Calican turning on Ser Shand. A pointing finger at the mounds, down at her feet. Even from here you can see the arch of her brow, rising in disbelief.

You don't even notice the way your hand drifted down, curling in the soft green velvet of the King's sleeve. Only when his gloved hand comes down to pat against yours, do you realize - letting go quickly and sheepishly.

The small smile he sends your way is kind. As is his answer, as he replies to the advisor next to him - asking if he should step in.

"My knight is not so easily bested." The King boasts, with a dismissive wave of his hand, "Here, just watch."

You can just make out the argument. It's clear that her arrow flew straight and true, hitting dead center. His off, just a hair lower on his own target.

Rounding on her to claim that she had taken a step closer while firing - had been out of bounds.

There's a knowing and condescending smile, as he turns red in the face with argumentative anger. Leaving him mid-rant to move a handful of meters back. Close to the edge of the field, before she stops.

Turning - taking barely a second to fit an arrow, aim, and fire.

It flies down the field in silence.

Striking where her first had landed, splintering it down the middle.

The crowd explodes. Shouting and cheering as they all decide the winner on their own. Your voice joins theirs as you find yourself leaping to your feet, leaning against the tall rail in front of you.

Excitement and joy and something else, something honey-sweet swirls in your stomach. Your heart thudding in your chest as you see her turn - finding your eyes in the crowd.

The small smile and wink sent your way.

Striking her target, one last time.

You sneak into the tents, after.

Scattered across the open field, gathered around small campfires. It would be easier to travel back the mile or so into the city, but it was a long-held tradition to stay on the grounds the night before a tournament.

Easier to group up, to celebrate. Less mess to clean when playful song and teasing turned into drunken brawls between sore-losing, mead-filled competitors.

Lifting the crimson flap of the tent emblazoned with her symbol. Large for its size - a nest of pillows and a bedroll tucked off to the side, upon the thick carpet of grass. A wide bench on the far wall, one edge littered with fletching supplies. Two chairs and a sturdy table standing on a coarsely-woven rug.

She's there - still clad in that dark armor. Plucking the archery gloves from her fingers in a way that has your eyes dropping down to her hands again. Watching as they appear from behind the leather, as you hover just inside.

Lingering, until her eyes are lifting. A smile coming then, a flash of pretty teeth between the curve of her lips.

You go to her, letting the flap fall behind you. The tent well-light in the afternoon sun, filtering in pretty shades of red and gold.

“You were incredible.” You tell her, almost shyly. The way you had been watching had felt almost vouyeristic, but maybe that was just the winding of your thoughts, the slow sweep of your eyes.

“I could not lose, with your favor.” Fennec’s fingers work at her armor. Loosening her chestplate enough to dip inside, draw out the rose from where it nestled between her breasts.

Plucked so carefully from your woven crown, the color tipping from pink towards purple. It spins between her fingertips, the hidden meaning not at all lost on her.

“You know…” Her head tilts, then - with the sly curl of a smile, “In some tournaments, the victor is awarded a prize.”

It still stuns you, even though she gives them to you freely.

But you’re familiar with the customs. A favor bestowed, a bag of coin awarded.

“What would you ask for?” You question with a little furrow of your brow - taking those few steps, until you’re reaching the edge of the rug.

“Perhaps a kiss from a fair maiden?” She taps her chin thoughtfully, though her eyes never leave your face. Asking it like a question, though you’re sure she’s been planning this.

Sending up a flutter in your stomach, your heart kicking up a beat.

“Is that all you desire?” You own question comes out breathless, as she steps closer.

Her smile is enigmatic - her rose set down carefully on the table. Your tongue peeking out to wet your lips, eyes dropping to the pretty curve of hers.

Your eyes start to drift shut, the anticipation curling sweetly in your stomach.

But it doesn’t come - the press of her lips. The swipe of a tongue. Instead, there’s the pressure of her fingers ghosting against your hips, her voice in your ear.

“Mm. I didn’t say where, sweetness.”

Her voice is low, throaty. It sends a little shiver up your spine, as her innuendo sinks in. It had your eyes opening, surprise lingering in the pretty part of your lips.

“Your face,” She laughs, but not unkindly. “You are too sweet, little bird.”

Her touch lifts then, fingers catching your chin and tilting it towards her face.

Lips pressing against your cheek, feather-light. Then your jaw, the soft spot under your ear as you melt against her.

“Can I kiss you, princess?” She husks, “Would you let me take what is mine?”

In your head, you answer. An eager affirmative that comes out as a soft whine, instead. Another low, rasping laugh before her mouth is pressing to yours, finally giving you what you need.

Your fingers clench around steel, the heavy leather of her belt. She swallows your sigh, a soft curl of her lips in a hidden smile before she’s tasting you, licking into your mouth.

There had been shock, before - you won’t deny that. Heat rising to your cheeks at her words, so very public.

She loved your sweetness, the arch of your brows, the little intake of air. So very different than the rough and tumble of the other knights and soldiers.

But it didn’t mean you didn’t know. That you didn’t want.

A little fire that you’ve kindled in your belly, all day. The spark starting as she snuck up from the field to find you that morning - fingers brushing over your waist, the curves of your breasts as she helped you lace up the back of your dress.

“Such a pretty thing,” She had cooed, smoothing down the layers of fabric, the spray of stars embroidered across your skirts.

You had thought she meant the dress - until you caught her gaze in the mirror you were facing.

It was a pretty sight - her arms around you. You were sure your thoughts had reflected hers, in that moment.

How easy it would be to slip a hand beneath your skirts - to loosen the laces of your chemise. A thrill has thrummed in your veins, until a knock had sounded at the heavy wooden door.

Mourning the proximity, as she had stepped away.

It makes you want to take her little tease, twist it into something tangible. Pulling back from the warm press of her mouth to murmur a question against her neck.

“Can I kiss you, too?” Your lips brush her neck, that sliver of skin above the cold iron of her gorget.

You can feel the hum of her laugh, as her chin tips up to give you more room, “I’d say you are, princess.”

The way she sighs the title makes you not despise it. No simpering in her tone, nothing to remind you of your duties and promises that you want nothing more than to break.

It has your mouth moving. Pressing kisses to her armor, leaving the ghost of your breath against the cold, dark iron.

A hitch in her breath as you begin to lower yourself, reaching the curve were the metal is shaped at her chest. Gathering your skirts in one hand as you reach the bottom of her cuirass.

Her fingers are twisted in the fabric at your shoulders - eyes dark when you glance up. Unable to resist the pull of you on your knees for her, out in this field, stolen away in her tent.

A second, as she blinks - coming back to herself.

“Your dress, little bird-” She protests, knowing how much you had been looking forward to wearing it.

It feels like nothing now. Not even wrinkles or the threat of dirt could sway you.

Your face tips up as the want reflects in your own eyes, “Please. I want to. I’ve thought about it, I-”

You’ve dreamed about it. Tasting her more than just the slip of your fingers against your tongue. Not doing so before because she’s never asked, and you’ve been too shy to.

Wondering if it would be something she’d want - not knowing how to navigate this path with someone who’s bound to you in such a way that made desire and duty so confusing.

Your words are enough. A sharp exhale of breath as she takes a step backwards, the spread of her thighs as she lowers herself to that wooden bench.

It takes no time for you to fit between them. A small glance over your shoulder to make sure the tent flap is closed, before your fingers are slipping beneath her armor.

“I’ll keep watch, sweetness.” She husks, leaning back to let you work, “Don’t you worry.”

You shouldn’t know how to take her apart. It’s not proper, not at your station. If anyone found out, rumors would spread like wildfire. You’d surely be sent home - separated from her.

But your fingers move easily - plucking at buckles and straps. Piece by piece, as fluidly as she had put you together this morning.

Revealing the dyed linen of her surcoat - black and edged with red embroidery. Her cuirass set gently against the edge of the bench as her hips raise enough that you can tug down her trousers, letting them pool around her ankles.

She’s unashamed, thighs parted for you. Hands brace on the bench - watching you as your eyes drift down to where only your fingers have been, in the dark.

Thrilled at the way she glistens, that you did that yourself. Nerves and desire twisting and fluttering in your stomach like the fletching on the arrows, before.

Trying to thinking about when she’s kissed you, like this. How every touch and brush of her tongue brought pleasure you had never known. Thinking that you could do that, that you wanted to - for her.

She murmurs your name as you move. A soft kiss to her center, letting your tongue peek between your lips. Dragging against her slit, tasting the sweet tang of her cunt, unable to help groaning into her as your hand comes to wrap around her calf.

Getting more bold, with each of her shaky breaths. Listening and learning each little sound, determined to do well for her.

Finding the hard, sensitive bud beneath the dark curls - feeling the pinch of her fingers against your shoulder when your tongue flattens against it.

An eager shift forward, pressing yourself further against her. Eyes closing when a moan buzzes in her throat, hands brushing your cheeks, the hinge of your jaw. Closing around the crown, bruising the petals with the force of her fingers.

“Stars, sweet girl,” She sighs, a gentle buck of her hips as she urges you, “Look at you, on your knees. You look so pretty, you know that?”

It shoots through you, as you clench around nothing. Unable to help squirming as your fingers trace along her thigh, up and then up.

A look up when she’s silent, only to see the clench of her jaw as she holds her sounds back. Trying to keep quiet, in this open field.

Then you hear it, muffled behind a hand, as your finger sink in. This part you know - eyes closing again as your fingers crook and curl.

Her thighs closing sharply around your shoulders when your lips return to her, a soft suck against her clit.

Tightening around you as her hips start to move, as she tugs you against her. Unable to help the panting, groaning praise.

“Right there, gods - just like that. Yes, my love, yes-”

Your eyes open just in time to watch her fall apart. Tongue pressed against the pulse of her clit as she grips your fingers, coating them with her release.

A moan pulled from her throat, high before she catches it. Her chest heaving as your fingers ease from her when she relaxes, slipping into your mouth before your tongue dips inside her.

Tasting the salty musk of your triumph, thinking you understand in this moment the way she enjoys having you beneath her.

Knowing that you’ll never want to stop, now that you’ve had a taste.

Blinking up at her as she smiles, a small shake of her head.

“Just look at you, pretty girl.”

Her thumb swipes over the slick that’s smeared across your lips, your chin. Pressing it against your bottom lip until they part - cleaning her from her fingers.

Disheveled and eyes blown wide with lust, tasting like her as she stands - swiftly tugging up her trousers before her hand is tucking under your elbow.

Pulling you to your feet as you frown, before she’s whisking you over to her bedroll. Kissing you, her tongue delving into your mouth as she lowers you down onto the pile of pillows.

“Can’t wait to touch you, sweetness.” Her voice is syrupy smooth, low in your ear, “You get so wet from me looking just at you. I bet you are soaked from eating my cunt.”

It makes you tremble, a heat rising in your cheeks at her crude words. A little laugh as she does just like you had dreamed about before.

A hand tucks behind your head as she kisses you. Stroking your tongue as her fingers work at your bodice. Breaking the kiss, only to wrap her lips around a tight nipple, flicking her tongue against it.

Your moan is loud, wanton. Unable to hold yourself back, as she had. She shoot you a look of warning, shushes you before kissing across your chest.

Grateful for her touches, as your desire thuds between your thighs. Completely eclipsing that feeling from before, making it feel no more than a flutter.

Unable to compare to the way you need her, now.

There’s a sweet satisfaction that slices through you, when she dips beneath your smallclothes. The moan into your shoulder as she hovers over you, when she realizes just how right she was.

How the soft cotton is soaked through. How her fingers meet slick skin beneath, no resistance as she immediately sinks two fingers inside.

You gasp at the stretch, teeth biting down on a whine. Unable to see anything other than the bare curves of your breaths, your skirts piled high.

But she leans down to look, a soft purr to her voice, “Oh princess. My needy little thing.”

Telling you how pretty you look with her fingers in you, as her thumb presses against your clit. Your eyes fixed on the teeth that sink into her lip, as she tugs down the cotton to bare you fully.

Watching the shine of her fingers as they pump into you. You’d be embarrassed at how wet you are, how swiftly she builds you up and up, if you hadn’t been waiting for her touch for so long.

A soft cry when her mouth returns to your breasts, the ache as she makes a mark that will be hidden by your bodice. Something just for her - later, before she’s tasting herself on your tongue again.

Swallowing your gasps as you squirm, her fingers pounding and crooking against a place that steals your breath. Pinning you down with a thigh that straddles yours.

Her own soft growls as she sees you start to come undone - the glazed look in your eyes. Remembering how sweet and eager you were for her - wanting to return that feeling a million times over.

“Want to make you come, princess.” Her mouth is against your ear, as your hands fist in her surcoat, “Let me feel you, sweet thing.”

Fennec’s elbow presses into the bedroll as she leans over you. Her fingers keeping their pace as your vision grows hazy. Your senses filled with her and only her, as she presses kiss after kiss to your trembling lips.

Humming low in her throat as your fingers pinch harder into the cloth. A tiny, wrung-out gasp of her name, as something builds and builds - pushing you past a point you didn’t know you had.

And then, it snaps. Pleasure and relief pounds in your veins, the thud of your heart drowning out the sounds of your cries as she catches them with her mouth.

Her fingers unrelenting, dripping with you as she fucks you through the tight pulses of pleasure. Her palm slapping against slick skin as she draws it out, until your fingers untwine. Reaching down to catch her hand, unable to take it any longer.

Thoroughly worn out, overcome with your pleasure. Unable to do more than press a hand against your face as she leans over to look at the mess you made.

Another soft groan at her cat-like smile - fingers tracing against your damp thighs as she revels in this new discovery.

“Gods. I can’t wait to watch you do that again tonight.”

Kissing away your embarrassment, with soft encouragement peppered between each press of her lips. How it slowly fades as she wraps herself up with you, curled together on her bedroll.

Grateful for the way she had pulled your skirts up and out of the way - always looking out for you. Watching over you as you doze, the red and gold speckles of sunlight warm against your face.

It’s easy to forget then, about your worries. Wondering how this story between you would end. How this love that had blossomed between you could ever fully flourish in the sun.

Instead, it’s just a glorious day. An evening to bask in, and celebrate.

Staying sleepy and content until her name is called, and she’s throwing you a look - quickly helping you lace your bodice up. Smoothing down her own clothes while she steps outside.

Coming back with her arms laden with gifts - a sack of gold, a basket of fresh fruit. A heavy bottle of spotchka, tucked under her arm.

“My winnings,” She smiles, with a happy lilt to her voice, “And here I thought I’d already had them.”

You know that right now, your smile mirrors hers.

As she leans down to kiss you, once again.

purple roses can symbolize love at first sight! it can also mean adoration and fascination with someone (& used the term ser in a very ‘ser brienne of tarth’ sort of way)

and lastly - thank you Jey, for hosting this challenge! Such an awesome idea, I was excited for the chance to contribute a fic. 💖

#fawpride2023 #fennec shand x reader #fennec shand x you #fennec shand x f!reader #fennec shand

[1-800-local-slut]

Sapphic Secrets

Morgan thinks Elle has a boyfriend. He missed the mark just a bit.

Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader

This takes place before the last one shot I wrote about Elle, you can read it here!

Warnings: Elle gets teased a bit, this is short because I'm literally half asleep right now but I wanted to do this, I'm working on something for Reid sent around this same time so I kinda tease it here, Elle is head over heels for reader, I think for Elle I'm gonna make the BAU readers its own thing if that makes any sense, reader and Elle kiss at work, fluff, not proof-read, we die like men

(I'm so in love with this woman it's unhealthy, like I can't explain. I can't believe she isn't in the show but she's like so...aughhhh I need her biblically. I'm literally about to become an Elle page 😭)

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"You got a boyfriend?" Elle rolled her eyes at the question, smiling at the message that she just finished reading.

'I packed lunch for you this morning, left it in the fridge in the break room. Make sure you heat it up properly.'

"What?" She asked, her neck snapping away from her phone.

"Elle has a boyfriend." Morgan chuckled to Spencer, who was sliding his lanky self into his desk chair.

"What's your proof?" Elle found herself challenging. It wasn't a lie, she didn't have a boyfriend. She had something else, something (or someone, but she kept that to herself) way better.

"You're smiling at your phone. I've never seen you smile so hard." Elle raised a brow in a chuckle. If it was any other day she would have had a meaner remark. Today though, she was in a good mood.

"That's your proof? Please, what type of profiling is this?" She laughed and glanced over at Reid. Elle grinned at Reid who smiled down at his desk. Reid seemed pretty pleased himself lately. It seemed like love was in the air for the BAU. Like Cupid shot all of his arrows and struck all of them square in the chest.

Gideon was overheard ordering a gift for a lady friend, Hotchner and Haley seemed closer than ever, Derek was being Derek, Spencer basically skipped in on cloud nine earlier this week, JJ was talking to a sexy barista, and Garcia was in a very committed and happy relationship with herself. Maybe the mutual happiness the team shared wasn't permanent, but Elle was sure to relish in it.

The sound of a heels clacking broke Elle from her thoughts. Turning, she saw her standing behind Elle's desk. Hands behind her back, her curls were styled into a high puff. Her edges were slicked down perfectly. Her lashes were full, her new mascara that she told her about worked perfectly. Her lips were a deep, matte red as well. Elle wanted to test if it was kiss proof.

Would it smudge if Elle pressed her lips to hers thousands of times? Would it stain Elle's face, messing up her own carefully done makeup in the process?

"A boyfriend? I hope he doesn't distract you from your work, Agent Greenaway." Elle rolled her eyes, hearing the playful lit in her girlfriends voice.

"You too?" Elle asked, taking a sip of her coffee with a raised brow. Her girlfriend nodded down at her.

"See? I'm not alone here." Derek doubled down playfully.

"Your basis is that I grinned! Gideon would find better proof and there isn't any to be found." She couldn't stop laughing. Not just because of some light teasing from her good friend. No, because the source of her happiness for the past few months was standing right behind her.

She wanted to blush and giggle with her the way she did a few weeks ago. Sadly, she was at work. Not in her apartment eating maroons that they got from their little trip to New York.

A shuffling noise was heard, and Elle saw her girlfriend holding a brown folder. Holding it up, she shook it gently. Even a new case couldn't kill her good mood.

Reid and Morgan got up at the same time, the group making their way towards the briefing room. Elle noticed a bright grin on Spencer's face, quickly tapping away at his cell phone and it made her happy for him. It was good that Reid was maybe talking to someone. Or maybe it was his mom, who knows? Either way she was happy to see the young man smiling.

Then Elle felt a slight tug on her sleeve and she turned, letting Morgan and Reid pass her bye. Pulling her to the side, Elle blinked trying to meet her girlfriends eyes. Instead, she saw her girl was scanning the room for something.

"JJ, can you take this to the briefing room for me? I need Elle's help with something real fast." The woman called the blonde, who was fixing her headband into place as she walked to the briefing room.

"Sure, are you two alright?" JJ smiled, taking the folder out of her hands.

"Yes, we'll be there in a few moments." Elle nodded, feeling the heat of her girlfriends body. She just realized how closely behind her she was standing and it made her heart flutter.

"Alright, see you two in minute. Don't take too long, Hotchners gonna want his coroner there." Examining the folder, she took off. Her eyes quickly flooded the pages and absorbing as much information as she could.

Without a word, the taller woman started to walk down the hall. For some reason, she gave Elle small glances only but mostly kept her eyes focused. The two stopped at an empty conference room and with a click the door flew open for the two.

"Is something wrong?" Elle asked, shutting the door behind them. Her heart jumped a bit, anxiety building. No way she was actually jealous. It was all jokes, nothing serious.

"So, a boyfriend?" She asked teasingly, leaning against the table. There was a beat of silence, and then they broke out into a fit of laughs.

She was over here worrying like she didn't know nothing could crack her level headed girlfriend. She was always even tempered, even face down with the weirdest unsubs. Her work persona at least. She was a lot more animated at home.

"Really? I was here worrying you were mad at me!" Elle exclaimed, swatting her on her shoulder, only for her hand to be caught. She was pulled into a tight but comforting grasp.

One arm wrapped around her waist and the other holding her hand they were almost dancing. Oh God, she didn't want to deal with a murderer right now. She wanted to return to her apartment with her and spend the day cuddling amongst other things.

"Here I was scared I was the side piece. So who is he? Is he cute?" Her voice low and teasing, before she pressed a kiss to Elle's nose.

"He's so handsome, you wouldn't believe it. He even has a nice ass." Elle teased before using her free hand to pinch her soft, plump backside.

"Man, I'll have to kick his ass."

"Gross, you sound like a dude."

A soft hum was her response before her lips were enveloped in a passionate kiss. For twenty seconds their lips were pressed together before they pulled apart.

"So what was this all about?" Elle asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Her girlfriends eyes rolled up to the sky as if she was deep in thought. Elle tilted her head in confusions while she waited for some sort of response.

"You look good, I wanted to kiss you." With a shrug, she smiled down at her as if it was basic knowledge.

"Funny. I had the same thought." Seizing her by her shirt collar, she went in for kiss number two.

Work be damned, this was her number one priority at the moment.

#black reader #x reader #fem reader #x black reader #elle greenaway x fem reader #elle greenaway x black reader #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenaway #criminal minds #pls send requests #live laugh love elle greenaway #their lesbians your honor #their in love your honor #fluff #criminal minds fluff

[sapphicbookclub]

Author Spotlight: Apolline Lucy

This week, we're excited to bring you a guest essay titled Exploring the Dark and the Romantic in my Upcoming Novel: THE SILVER BIRDS from author Apolline Lucy. THE SILVER BIRDS will be released on September 26, 2023.

When the idea for my novel struck me, I immediately knew I wanted it to be a sapphic enemies-to-lovers story. Sapphic, because I wanted to write about women; enemies-to-lovers because I basically live for this trope. But I didn’t want romance to be at its core. I wanted to craft characters filled with rage and wants for revenge, characters so fiercely protective of the ones they trust enough to love, that they became monsters.

By mixing gore—the visceral, the violent, and the gruesome—and sapphic—love, desire, and identity—I wanted to explore the darkest corners of human existence, defy expectations, and create a space for queer characters to exist outside the confines of heteronormative narratives. My novel isn’t about characters being lesbian—they just happen to be. It’s about them grappling with their own demons and external threats.

That being said, the horror elements in THE SILVER BIRDS do serve as a metaphor for the discrimination and violence LGBTQ+ individuals have historically faced. The book explores the themes of survival and resilience, reflecting the real battles queer people face in their daily lives. But it’s more than just thrills; it's about empowerment. It’s about wanting to give voice to characters from different backgrounds, ethnicities, and identities, and make fantasy a more inclusive and richer genre.

As THE SILVER BIRDS is self-published, I had the freedom to explore taboos and delve deep into themes of obsession, vengeance, and the blurred lines between love and violence. Some scenes are quite graphic and might have faced heavy censorship in traditional publishing. But I believe they challenge readers to confront uncomfortable truths and question the boundaries of desire, love, and violence.

Despite the darkness, my novel ultimately celebrates sapphic love. It’s a reminder that love is a powerful force, even in the face of adversity. I’m committed to writing happy endings because the world is already a terrible place, and I want my books to offer an escape. Yes, I will torture my characters, present them with impossible choices, and reveal terrible consequences for their actions. But I will also grant them happy endings. Love must triumph, even in the darkest of places.

#booklr #wlw books #lgbt books #book recs #sapphic books #diverse books #fantasy #the silver birds #Apolline Lucy #guest post

[reviewsthatburn]

*I received a free review copy in exchange for an honest review of this book. 

THE INNOCENT SLEEP, best read after SLEEP NO MORE, is Tybalt’s perspective on the time after Titania’s actions at the end of BE THE SERPENT. Because Tybalt has a radically different perspective than October (even more so than usual), trying to read this book first would spoil some mysteries out of turn. By necessity, as the books are a pair covering much of the time and even a few of the same scenes, some of the resolution is present in both. I love them singly and together, and am working on a long, spoiler-filled essay analyzing some of the key elements in both books.

Full Review at Link

#BookReviews #ARC #Fantasy #Highly Recommended #seanan mcguire #the innocent sleep #october daye #toby daye

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Hi!!! I love your writing I think it’s incredible. I was wondering if I could request a Melissa x reader where reader gets hurt on set or something and starts crying so Melissa comforts her and they are already dating but Melissa comforts reader and takes care of her injury and it’s just really fluffy. Thank you ❤️

a/n: Hope this is decent! Thank you so much for the support <3

The Whole Thing? (Melissa Barrera x Reader)

Description: You have an unlucky day, but Melissa cheers you up in the way only she can.

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood, public embarrassment at it's finest.

YOU prided yourself on the ability to perform all of your own stunts, often earning praise from directors for making their job easier. They’d have you take sparring lessons on occasion for the more intense shots which gave you a decent understanding of self-defense and a muscle mass to match. 

Though you enjoyed the challenge, the filming of Scream Seven was a nice break from the exhaustion of your normal roles that typically required you to work longer, more intense days. It still had its downsides, forcing you to sprint away from the ‘killer’ over and over again so that they could get the perfect take and painting you in fake blood that took forever to get out of your hair. However, it was still one of your favorite experiences as an actress. 

While the break from your usual gigs was nice, the best part of shooting for Scream was getting to spend more time with your girlfriend, Melissa, who happened to also play your girlfriend in the movie. The writers decided to spice things up and bring in your character to play the lead alongside Jenna and Mel in hopes of catering to their fans who were hungry for more sapphic content. Melissa immediately suggested that you get the role, setting up your audition and cheering you on from the sidelines. 

Unfortunately, being good at your job didn’t make you any less clumsy. 

All day you’d been tripping over everything on set and giving your co-stars small heart attacks, hands swiftly shooting out to steady you. Melissa took the brunt of it, sticking to you like glue ever since you’d run into your makeup artist and sent her spiraling; apologies spilling from her lips as if she’d flattened your dog on the sidewalk.

Even soldiers had to take bathroom breaks though, and Melissa was only human. 

She’d only been gone for two minutes at most, the extra large tea she'd chugged on her lunch break finally catching up with her. It all happened in slow motion. One minute you were on your feet, walking away from the set and towards the communal coffee table, and the next you weren’t. 

There was a loose floorboard that you were unlucky enough to stumble upon, foot catching on it and hands sticking out in an effort to save yourself. It was admittedly one of the most embarrassing moments of your life save for that one incident from the seventh grade. You let out a girly little shriek before hitting the floor with a not so girly thud. 

Melissa’s girlfriend senses tingled as she rinsed the soap from her hands, and she quickly scrambled out of the bathroom whilst simultaneously dripping water all over the floor. The sight she was met with made her heart drop. 

You stood surrounded by crew members with your head tilted up and the bridge of your nose pinched between your thumb and forefinger. The makeup artist from earlier looked horrified as she attempted to assess the damage and calculate just how much concealer she would need to cover it all. Rivulets of blood poured from your nose and your lip was split open on the right side.

Your girlfriend pushed the crew out of the way, pulling your hand away from your nose and grabbing the sides of your face, keeping it tilted up as she scanned the injuries. Caught up in the spur of the moment, she tore the signature Samantha Carpenter jacket from her body and held the fabric of it up to your nose in an attempt to keep you clean. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t her brightest idea. A collective gasp ran through the room and made her roll her eyes. 

“Oh, baby,” she sighed as she watched you try to keep your tears at bay, jaw clenched and fists closed, "You're having the worst day, aren't you?" her free hand tugged at a strand of your hair.

You nodded, lip quivering momentarily before the floodgates opened. 

“That’s a wrap for today folks!” The director announced uncomfortably, beginning to say something else that was quickly ignored by Melissa as she wrapped an arm around you and ushered you out the door. She led you to her trailer and sat you down on the couch, grabbing paper towels from the counter to replace the jacket that you held awkwardly against your face.

She took the jacket from your hands, sitting down while placing it on her lap and gently grasping your face again. “Let me see,” she whispered, wiping tears from your cheeks with the soft pads of her thumbs. 

Your bottom lip was swollen from where it had split on impact, bleeding slightly but looking as though it wouldn’t require stitches. She pulled your face to hers, kissing the cut as lightly as she possibly could and replacing the pain with pleasant little tingles. 

"I think the worst part about this whole situation is the fact that we can't have any hardcore make out sessions until this stops hurting," her lower lip popped out in a little pout and you went to do the same thing, but the tug on your injured flesh prevented it.

The bleeding from your nose was slowing down, reduced to occasional crimson drops that were wiped away by her as soon as they slid down your skin. It still hurt like a bitch, but your ego was more bruised than your body was. 

“One time I ate a prop apple on set in the middle of a scene,” Melissa admitted, seeming to read your mind. 

You let out a watery laugh. “Like… the whole thing?”

“Of course not, no,” she clarified, waving a hand at the assumption. “I did swallow some of it though…”

“How-”

“I thought it was just bland at first! It’s not my fault that they look so real,” her lips turned up in a contagious smile that made your heart pound in your chest. “There she is! Thank God for embarrassing stories; I thought I’d never see you blush ever again.”

The statement only made you blush a deeper pink, turning your face to escape the sudden love-struck expression that played across her features.

"Am I embarrassing you? Am I embarrassing my little honey nut cheerio snookums bubba boo?" She teased, making excessive kissy faces as she leaned in for your cheek

"Mel, cut it out you psycho," you giggled, trying to push her away when she climbed on top of you and attacked you with her lips.

She pushed you back against the couch and laid down on top of you, effectively stopping you from running away as she continued her attack.

"Sorry, baby. I can't hear you," she lied, lips skimming over your forehead, "the apple made me deaf."

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt, forgetting all about the fall.

#melissa barrera #melissa barrera x reader #scream #screamxi #sam carpenter #fluff #wlw #gxg #lesbian

[vomitingstars]

It's a Sleepover Baby! Pt.2

FunShine Jill x Fem!Reader

Contains: cupcakes, guilt, manipulation, bitch you know why you're here, fem reader, sapphic relationship, toxic yuri

Cupcake decoration and gossip time is a blast. Jill crafts her cupcake into a decent Love-A-Lot Bear and with a lot of luck you somehow managed to recreate a Finn cake. Jill coos and awes at your creation despite not knowing what it is. A little too much in fact. You were starting to feel babied or maybe a little patronized in a way. Jill's praises felt excessive sometimes. Like a mom giving an exaggerated "Good Job!"" in exchange for their toddler's unidentifiable scribbles.

Your very tall gal pal breaks you out of the confines of your thoughts and takes a dab of pink icing on her finger then boops you on the nose with it. You cock an eyebrow in her direction, challenging the action with a confused smile and looking for an explanation.

"Gee, sunshine. I didn't realize you were my number one fan~" She jokes with a teasing smirk while looking you up and down with interest. You assume she must be admiring your sleep attire. It's a very nice set. You then realize what she meant as you caught your reflection on the microwave. The pink spot of icing on your nose resembled her face paint.

It was almost as if Jill could read your mind. You looked to see her perk up with an idea. She dipped a yellow glove into more pink icing and continued to paint your face. It was as if she were marking you in a way and you weren't quite sure how to feel about it. Being this close, you felt tempted to stare at her and take in all of her lovely features. Yet, you kept your eyes on everything but your ghostly girlie. She's so pretty it just isn't fair. Everything about her is mesmerizing and it twists your stomach uncomfortably. The sweet scent of icing floods your nostrils as you were hit with inspiration.

Dipping your fingers into a bowl of red icing, you began to write on her face as well. Let's just say your doodles and writings weren't exactly the cutesy doodles Jill had been hoping for. She chuckles lowly.

"You're such a goober. I think it's time we book it to the next activity." Oh no, it feels weird. Has the mood been ruined? She's still smiling but it feels a bit intense. Why did you do that? Why do you feel like this? Jill grabs you by the waist and lifts you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly. Even with this boost in height, Jill still towers over you. Looking down into your eyes thoughtfully as if calculating her next actions. She's so close. She's always close. Her body was slotted in between your thighs, and they were spread wide to accommodate her. This feels so intimate. So familiar.

"Jill, are you mad at me? I didn't mean to-" Jill leans in close. Your lips almost touching as she interrupts.

"I could never be mad at you. You were just joking around." A flood of relief washes over you. And yet, you found it hard to meet her gaze for a moment.

"Right. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." And you meant it too. You don't know what happened. Maybe you wanted to take Jill down a peg. Maybe you were a bit jealous of her confidence, her beauty, strength. Jill pulls you out of your thoughts with a gentle hand lifting your chin upwards to look at her.

"It's okay Sunspot. I know you didn't mean it. I think you just wanted my attention. And you will always have it. All I want is to make you happy. To make you feel good. You want to feel good right? Don't you think you deserve to?" You weren't quite sure how to answer but you nodded yes. Her voice was soft and so comforting. Feeling the sudden urge to lean into her more, you attempted to suppress it. Jill seemed to notice and smiled sweetly as she carried you off to the couch.

"Truth or dare?" She asks calmly. You answered truth and Jill pauses for a moment. Thinking of her question as she crosses her longer legs to make room for yours. You faced each other in the dim room, lit up with color changing fairy lights.

"Who do you love most?" Jill asks casually as if she didn't ask the most invasive question known to man. She flutters her eyelashes at you expectantly.

"Jill, that's so intense! Especially for the first round." You avoided the question hoping she would move on.

"Do you love me?" Jill asks suddenly as if she had been holding onto that question for ages just dying to let it out. She somehow looked eager and smug all at the same time.

"Love is such an intense emotion. I think maybe I need to choose dare." Her smile only seems to falter for half a second until shifting into something a bit mischievous.

"Alright. Then I dare you to clean me up. And you can only use your tongue!" Is she serious? Her face was still covered in icing and maybe this embarrassing task would be easier than admitting how you feel. Or at least how you think you feel.

You leaned forward and stuck out your tongue for an experimental lick. She lets out a shaky exhale. "I didn't think you'd actually do it. Go on. If you're going to do something, you should do it right." Her large hands pulled your body closer and kept you steady as your tongue explored the surface of her face. Sweet icing coats your tongue and you feel extremely silly. You can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter mid lick, and failing to stifle your giggles when you finish.

Jill suddenly grabs your face and pulls you in roughly to connect your lips together. Your brain short circuits from a slurry of intense emotions. Her mouth is warm and wet and sweet. Her lips are impossibly soft and slick with gloss. Her hand cradles your face gently, keeping you close. You couldn't pull away if you wanted to. Jill remembers you need to breathe and pulls back waiting for your reaction. Pleasantly surprised when you lean back in for more.

#funshine jill x reader #funshine jill x fem reader #disaster yuri #i lowkey hate this tbh but whatever #i dont proofread my shit #already working on part 3

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13. ice skating | chrissy cunningham X reader

Her hands, so soft, clasped yours. You had an excuse to be holding hands. She couldn’t let you fall.

You still fell somehow.

She chuckled at your embarrassed expression, her cheeks pink, but she kneeled down to help you up. Her hands, so soft, around your waist. She had an excuse to hold your waist. She couldn’t let you down.

Your hair had escaped your beanie, so she tucked it back in for you. Her hands, so soft, lingered on your face for a second.

You were falling, hard, for her. But you knew Chrissy wouldn’t let you get hurt.

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[tziporarosen]

lesbian readers

currently editing one of my first Sapphic books that ive worked on for almost half a year now, and i was wondering if you guys would be interested in me posting it here.

the reason this is a poll is because i know most of you follow me for fanfictions but dont worry I'm not giving up on my current WIPs but i would really love to hear what you guys think.

if you want me to post the full story let me know but ill give you a little snipper of a scene in the sequel of the original book so you can get a feel of the vibe because I'm terrible at giving summaries lol.

“Good” Carmilla states as she opens the bedroom door and plants Jane back down on the ground before walking over to the mattress to flip it. Jane stands still, processing what has just happened, her face flushed red at Carmilla's move. “Help me flip it my love” Carmilla requests gently as she grabs one side.

Jane lifts her brow in challenge, “With all that muscle, you can't lift a mattress?” she teases.

Carmilla laughs at her attempted insult, “I can, I just think the little princess can get her hands dirty a little as well, I wouldn't want it to fall all on me after all” Carmilla explains. “If you help me flip it you'll at least be an accomplice, even if you’re actually the killer” she finishes before flipping the mattress on her own. “I guess now you're just the killer,” she taunts. 

Jane rolls her eyes, amused by Carmilla's mockery. Walking over to the dresser, Jane pulls out a fresh pair of bedsheets and tosses them over the now unmarked side of the mattress. “I will do the bed, now I am your accomplice” she dallies with a bitten smile as she climbs on the bed. “So where are we going on our date?” Jane inquires softly as Carmilla watches her bend over to tuck the bed sheet over the corner, arching her back to torment Carmilla. Carmilla hums as she treads over to trace her hand over Jane's hips, her hand being swiftly slapped away by Jane. “No touching! You can watch.'' Jane orders, before realizing what she's just done and said. Her heart races down to her stomach as she awaits Carmilla's reaction, but to her surprise, Carmilla gives her a little nod and sits down on the armchair facing the bed. 

Carmilla waits for Jane to continue putting the bed together, watching her hesitate once she realizes Carmilla is actually going to watch her. “You have until I finish this cigarette,” she states calmly as she pulls out a well needed cigarette from her trouser pocket, lighting it aflame once Jane resumes. Carmilla admires Jane's every movement, her eyes following the curves as Jane shifts to clasp the other edge onto the mattress. Carmilla's mind gets lost in Jane's figure, her hands craving to feel her delicate skin. Jane rounds her body to face Carmilla, bending down to adjust the third edge, her chest pressing against the mattress as Carmilla keeps her eyes glued to Jane's eyes, stealing little glances down at her chest. Heaven in the afterlife wasn't an option for Carmilla so she got heaven in Jane. The mix of nicotine flooding her mind and the endorphins rising at the view in front of her make Carmilla feel as though she has lost her ability to breathe. Time stops when Jane is in front of Carmilla, her mere existence has Carmilla trapped under her spell, yearning only to be acknowledged by the latter.  Jane observes Carmilla, analyzing her focused features as her heart skipped getting lost in those eyes. Those eyes held tales only certain people get to stare into, something so light yet so deadly. Her body was beginning to work only at Carmilla's request, her lungs breathing in her scent and only hers, her blood pumping for her touch and only hers. Crawling over to the last corner of the bed, Jane winks at Carmilla before biting her lips, attempting to amuse Carmilla but it had the opposite effect as Carmilla raised her brow. Jane glances at the cigarette in Carmilla's hand, the red fire sizzling against the butt of the cigarette before she tosses it into the little cup she used as a makeshift ashtray. Time’s up.

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[battyaboutbooksreviews]

♀️Women's History Month Challenge

🦇 Good afternoon, my badass bookish bats! We're nearing the end of Women's History Month, yet I haven't seen a single challenge for the occasion. So I made one myself! Feel free to share this and challenge friends to provide their own answers! This one goes out to all the amazing female authors, characters, and book lovers here!

💜 Who is your favorite female author? 💖 What is your favorite fictional female character? 🩷 What character did you find empowering as a young reader? 💜 What memoir written by a woman would you recommend (or name one on your TBR you're excited to read)? 💖 What realistic flaws do you love seeing in female characters? 🩷 What's a sapphic ship you adore? 💜 What female friendships do you find empowering/inspirations?

♀️ Tag three female book lovers you're grateful to have in your life!

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[yurimother]

LGBTQ Manga Review - X-Gender Volume 1

A challenging, complex, and intimate account of exploration outside the gender binary

Autobiographical manga is astounding. Putting pen to paper and bearing the intimate details of one’s life is petrifying. And it is hard enough in prose, but the visual medium of manga adds another layer of complexity and exposure. I am so attracted to autobiographical essays for that reason, the experience of sharing in another’s struggles or understandings, whether I can empathize with them or not. As these works often catalog the lives of those living in marginalized or underrepresented communities, it is natural that LGBTQ+ life and identity would find a home within the genre.

These works are surprisingly varied. Many feature jubilant queer people celebrating their journey, like The Bride was a Boy, or a blissful account of sapphic cohabitation, such as Kyou mo Hitotsu Yane no Shita (which is desperately hope gets licensed). However, I gravitate towards those that depict more tragic circumstances, like My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness which offers an unadulterated and cutting view of the author’s struggles with queer identity and mental illness. X-Gender by Asuka Miyazaki falls into the latter category.

Warning X-Gender and this review contain adult themes, situations, and imagery that may be inappropriate or upsetting for some readers.

X-Gender follows the author, a 33-year-old person who, as the manga’s title implies, identifies as X-gender (a genderqueer identity that is essentially the Japanese equivalent of non-binary). At the start of the series, Miyazaki’s dearest friend, K, who they were clearly in love with, gets married and has a baby. Miyazaki has a complex attachment to K, and the sudden feelings of abandonment and befuddlement resulting from their shattered perception of K lead to a breakdown. In the midst of it, Miyazaki swears to find a woman and prove they can be happy too.

The introductory chapter introduces this catalysis that launches Miyazaki on their journey. The rest of the volume is a snapshot of different dating events and formative encounters with other queer people. These stories are often disjointed, save occasional references to the first two chapters. Thus, it is difficult to place events in context, which, to be fair, is not required of the autobiography, which exceptional recounts the author’s journey regardless. However, the structure irritatingly contrasts the framing devices used at the onset and conclusion of the volume. The experience is akin to reading the first and last page of a diary and a smattering of consequential entries in between.

These structural inconsistencies are a relatively minor flaw, thanks to the strength of the majority of chapters. Unfortunately, there are a few glaring defects. In the middle of the manga, there is effectively a one-page advertisement for the author’s other autobiography about their experience with OCD. And the tenth chapter is an incredibly irrelevant summary of Class-S literature (the genre from which modern Yuri evolved) and a doujin that reimagines the Little Mermaid as an S story. I personally would have loved this section (save the ghastly, neck-craning paragraphs of commentary crammed sideways into the margins) if it existed in isolation. Yet, such niche cultural references have no place in this manga. Thankfully, the manga's moving storytelling and vulnerable narrator more than eclipse this blunder.

X-Gender’s depictions of group dates and encounters with other LGBTQ+ people are lovely. Miyazaki masterfully integrates their own thoughts and narration into their accounts, with clever, quick cutaways and side stories to punctuate their point and contextualize their reasoning. These personal details synergize incredibly with the revelations Miyazaki comes to during each event.

Throughout X-Gender, Miyazaki and we learn about their own preferences and biases, for example, that they dislike flashy nails and smokers but enjoy fellow otaku and those that share their morose side. One of the comedic highpoints of the manga comes when Miyazaki realizes that their biggest deal-breaker is “a person with a positive outlook on life.” Like many of the jokes, it is tarnished by more tragic elements, in this case, Miyazaki continues to harbor feelings exclusively for K. These scenes create a well-rounded view of whom Miyazaki is as a person.

After reading, I genuinely feel that I understand the superficial details that make them unique: their sense of humor, tastes, and a keen eye for fashion. Given the short length of a single manga volume and the series focus on Miyazaki’s more intimate experiences, the fact that I feel as knowledgeable as an old friend is a testament to the strength of their voice on every single page.

A massive factor in Miyazaki’s incredible presence is their honesty. And while that trait serves them well in the more personal accounts, more on that in a moment, it also reveals some rougher edges. Miyazaki gives several comments which could be construed as ignorant at best and prejudicial at worst. For example, they make an overly generalized statement that women do not like dirty jokes. Furthermore, during one of the meetups, they discount the idea of dating a woman in her early twenties, saying that many women are interested in other women when they are younger but then get a boyfriend and start thinking about marriage.

In Miyazaki’s defense, their past with K informed these ideas. Furthermore, there are lingering ideas of transitory lesbianism in many cultures, and while many, especially those in the queer community, have evolved from these misconceptions, their damaging legacy lingers. Ultimately, I feel like I can give Miyazaki the benefit of the doubt as they are open about the fact that they are still learning and express enthusiasm for both learning from those of different minorities and challenging their own position. Still, these facts do not diminish the harmful impact of previously described dismissive and false statements.

Few works can so effectively ignite and educate diverse audiences of outsiders, newcomers, and longtime veterans of queerness alike

Moving on, both during and between the dating events, Miyazaki recounts frequent conversations with other LGBTQ+ people. Many of these conversations and Miyazaki’s narration of their identity prelude more educational panels and pages that describe various aspects of LGBTQ+ life and identity. These range from lessons aimed at beginners, like defining different gender identities and sexualities, to the advanced content covering the terminology in lesbian relationships and the physical changes one may experience during hormone therapy.

No matter how niche these lessons get, Miyazaki breaks each down wonderfully, with clear explanations that are approachable yet still convey an astounding amount of nuance and detail required by intersectional conversations. The illustrations in these sections are the best in the volume, supplementing each point in an engaging and informative manner. It is worth noting that X-Gender was serialized in a Kodansha’s seinen Young Magazine the 3rd and may well have been one of many readers’ first formal educational exposures to queerness. For that, I commend both the manga and its creator.

However, Miyazaki’s most impactful moments are in the brilliant ways they describe their complex experiences with gender and sexuality. As an autobiography, X-Gender focuses on their relationship to the events within, which deftly convey their emotions, assisted by excellent visuals. It is a strange blend of forlorn sympathetic content, oddly humorous expressions, and quirky yet revealing expulsions- “Won’t somebody lend me a dick?” But, the impact is tremendous whichever way they communicate these exceptionally intimate feelings.

And Miyazaki’s willingness to discuss these often taboo topics, such as menstruation and pornography, in such a personal way establishes a profound connection to the author. X-Gender presents these topics and exposes their struggles with such earnestness that we share in their experiences. One feels Miyazaki's anxiety for their first meet-up event, sympathizes with their dysphoria, and shares the incongruous feelings they grapple with as the X-gender person attempts to find a place in lesbian spaces. Few works can so effectively ignite and educate diverse audiences of outsiders, newcomers, and longtime veterans of queerness alike.

In X-Gender, Miyazaki exposes themselves, creating a calculated discomfort that allows their unique blend of resonating storytelling and offbeat humor to land with precision. The manga is a balance of informative lessons on LGBTQ+ identity and admission of ignorance as it explores the topic alongside readers, falling at times but never wavering in its honesty. While the information and feelings the manga presents are incredibly accessible, it does not hold readers' hands but challenges them, relying on their strength to carry them through as Miyazaki courageously bares their soul and constructs a fragile scaffolding for a mightly fortress of empathy. If you are up to this daunting task, I assure you X-Gender is a manga worth reading.

Rating – 8/10

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Special thanks to translator Kathryn Henzler, Cae Hawksmoor, Vanessa Satone, H. Qi, Leighanna DeRouen, Dawn Davis, Jenn Grunigen, and the rest of the team at Seven Seas for their work on this manga.

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[moonshinemagpie]

If anyone wants a bingo challenge to diversify their queer reading, sapphic romance author Jae hosts one every year~

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