Kamala lesbian smut. Kinda filthy.

Camilla landed a unique position as the White House photographer after working for a small news network in Washington, D.C. However, her time capturing images of the President made her realize something profound-she was falling in love with Kamala Harris. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes and content that may be distressing to some readers. Readers are encouraged to proceed with care and prioritize their well-being.

A collection of one-shots that ive thought of for Kamala. angst, smut, hurt/comfort, any requests.

"I don't kneel for anyone-but I'd kneel for you." Behind the Badge is a gritty, slow-burn romance about two women bound by a shared past and an uncertain future. Zaya Morales, a former gang member rebuilding her life after prison, wants nothing more than peace and distance from everything she left behind. Kamala Harris, a high-profile figure in law enforcement, has spent her career chasing justice-and once played a role in locking Zaya away. But when a string of targeted killings pulls them back into each other's orbit, desire and distrust begin to blur. As secrets unravel and lines are crossed, Kamala and Zaya are forced to confront not just the danger closing in-but the undeniable pull between them. Tense, emotional, and full of fire, Behind the Badge is a story about second chances, forbidden love, and what happens when you fall for the last person you were supposed to.

A family of many firsts. The first female Vice President. The first Black and South Asian woman to hold national office. The first lesbian Second Couple. And now, running to become the first family- with Kamala poised to become the first female President of the United States.

Book 3! Y'all can thank Princess (@Istillwrite) for this. She's been nagging me, making sure y'all get ALL the chapters. Cause I've been ready to fire the last of these chapters off in Book 2. Now don't get too excited! This is more organizational than me coming back to write. Everything is already written she just has to publish when I give the go ahead.

*SPOILERS IN DESCRIPTION, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* After losing her job as the White House photographer when Kamala uncovered her husband's blackmail scheme, Camilla is forced to rebuild her life at a new news network. Yet, no amount of time or distance can erase Kamala from her thoughts. As Camilla grapples with her new reality, she clings to one lesson she learned from the woman who still haunts her heart: never give up on your dreams-or your desires. And Kamala was both. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes and content that may be distressing to some readers. Readers are encouraged to proceed with care and prioritize their well-being.

I gazed up into her eyes, savoring the moment of closeness. "I'd do anything for you madam president." "Stop it." She said coyly, her cheeks still tingled pink. Were the words spoken on Election Day morning to Kamala by her wife. Now laying in bed watching Kamala finally sleeping and peacefully at that, she thinks back to the campaign trail journey. everything in this book is completely fictional. The events, the characters, everything is completely made up.

Kamala clears her throat and picks up the paper. Her fingers, long and elegant, hold the statement with the same confidence she wields legislation. "Senator Kamala Harris confirms her relationship with model and political consultant Giselle Woods-Kennedy. The couple met during Ms. Woods-Kennedy's internship in Washington, but their romantic relationship began well after the professional association ended. Both are committed to transparency and maintaining the highest ethical standards. They ask for privacy as they navigate this new chapter of their lives together." I close my eyes, letting the words sink in. When I open them, Kamala is watching me, a rare vulnerability in her gaze. "When do you want to release it?"

"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me." Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself. "Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office." The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car: "Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."