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maneskinwh0re · 12 days ago

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professor!caitlyn would just be oh so unruly. so sickly unprofessional that you'd get all queasy from all the butterflies she's given you. who knew there'd be a professor like that in your prestigious, victorian-esque university?

content warning (18+): SOME PROPER FREAKY SHIT, written porn under the cut, professor/student taboo, age-gap, s&m: spanking, power play, dom!caitlyn, sub!reader, degrading, praising.

you were extra bad on purpose today: putting your feet up on the desk so she'd be able to catch a glimpse of your underwear, smacking your gum as loudly as possible whilst blabbing loudly to your friends. caitlyn really had enough of your blatant pleas for attention. it was frankly rather embarrassing seeing you act like a child whilst everybody else was serious about getting work done and building their futures.

which is precisely why caitlyn decides to take a more... hm, let's say, vintage route. she believes these kids today have just got too much smoke up their ass and need to be brought down a notch — to endure the same punishment she had to go through in her days.

so here you are, in all your shame yet perverse glory, bent over the desk whilst she smacks your ass with a ruler again, and again. simultaneously forcing you to repeatedly write down on your notebook 'i will not be a bad girl.'

you've written the sentence three times so far, and each time you're done, caitlyn smacks you with the ruler harder. you flinch and a whimper punches out of your throat, the pen threatening to rip the flimsy paper apart.

'another.' caitlyn commands, her deep voice reverberating through your very core. it's getting harder and harder to write, but you force yourself to scribble the same sentence again. there it goes, smack! and you drop your pen, your head unable to hold itself up anymore.

but alas, caitlyn does not let you remain like that for long: yanking you back up by the hair and smacking you harder.

'keep writing.' her voice is firmer, sharper. your fingers shake, handwriting getting messier and messier within each turn. cait coos in mock-pity, her fingers resting its onslaught and settling in gentle rubbing instead, purposely close to your pussy that is pathetically, pathetically wet right now.

your thighs tremble in anticipation whilst caitlyn explores you with her fingers. a violent shudder rips through you when you feel the tip of her fingers stretch the edge of your cheeks so she can get a better look at your now see-through underwear.

'what disappoints me the most is how you find this arousing. what a sick girl.' she tuts, moving your panties aside and shamelessly smacking the raw flesh. you yelp, a weak 'i'm sorry' somehow leaving your lips. a passionate alone-time with professor kiramman will leave you like that fortunately unfortunately.

you hear the sweet sound of caitlyn's chuckle behind you. 'good pet. that's all i wanted to hear.'

only then does she allow you to properly get off: slim, nimble fingers easing into your sopping heat like a landslide: three fingers at a time. she whistles at how well you take them, whilst you writhe and mewl in pleasure: fingers scrabbling at the desk and knocking over a few papers.

caitlyn sucks in a breath, as she leans in real close and whispers sweet little endearing terms into your ear, ones like 'i wish you could see how well she's taking me' and 'you seem like you're enjoying it, hmm?' whilst you can only moan and drool out your words in response.

such sweet punishment, and if it's always going to end like this then you can't help but fleetingly think what other things you can do to get on caitlyn's bad side again.

note: today i watched bloodsisters (1995), a lesbian documentary about s&m and got seriously inspired, i recommend you guys to watch it! it's really good ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) this is sauurrrr freaky i hope it's not too controversial or anything lolololol

#oh my god i need this so bad

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maneskinwh0re · 18 days ago

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─── YOU BELIEVE THAT I'M IN PAIN, HELP ME DISASSOCIATE.

18+ minors dni please!

sevika x reader. takes place in canon - 1x07, after the chem-baron assembly. || 2.3k words

content tags: light angst. character study. no established relationship/friends with benefits/queerplatonic dynamic. reader is gender neutral (men this is NOT for you). smut: oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, top!reader and receiving!sevika.

summary: after hearing about jinx's stunts, you go to check up on sevika and find her stressed, losing hope in her value to the cause. if words aren't enough to show her her worth, you'll show it through actions.

notes: i DON'T write smut normally, but i was rewatching s1 and the way sevika was treated just pissed me off and made me so sad. have this self indulgent fic as a little pride month/sevika week special... topping sevika would fix me tbh

"i'll be thinking about you while you're down there being a doll it's either a curse or a blessing every time that you call." — King Princess. "Fantastic"

Word goes fast around the Lanes. Faster still when it concerns Silco and his people. His lackeys had leaked the rumor, swept around the fissures until the name Sevika was dropped in your ear. By then, the story had been worn down into a wide-known joke.

You didn’t believe it at first. The situation sounded outlandish. Silco’s right hand found tied up? Defenseless? Painted over with messages? If you knew anything about Sevika, it was her strength. This was the woman who dispatched three armed thugs at the harbor without even being grazed. The very idea of her being double-crossed and subdued enough to be bound was ridiculous.

Had there been multiple attackers? Had she been drugged? Were they after information?

Was she a target?

You don’t want to admit it to yourself, how much it worries you. How the rising tensions between Topside and the Undercity have gotten your thoughts straying to Sevika once too often for your liking.

You decide, at last, that it’s long past time to pay Sevika a visit.

Never mind the fact that you haven’t seen her in months.

The two of you were never the type to cling to each other. Each of you were committed to your own businesses—Sevika on the cause of Zaun’s independence, you on your work for the education of children of the Undercity. Since youth Sevika was the one looking up, you with your eyes on the ground. Your areas of work differed, but your dreams pointed the same way.

Then things had gone sideways when Shimmer began to poison the streets. When Sevika herself started using it. Every rare occasion you met up with her had ended in an argument. Gradually, there came a mutual agreement to stop meeting up at all for a while.

But this…this is different. You need to see her.

Need to make sure she’s okay.

——

She almost didn’t even let you in her apartment room at first.

“Don’t act like such a kid,” you say. “Open the door, Sevika.”

You can hear the metal clinking at the table. You imagine you can almost hear her measured breathing, waiting for you to leave.

But she’s met her match in stubbornness. You rap your knuckles smartly against the door.

“I know you’re in there.”

A heavy sigh. The creak of a chair pushed back. Seconds later, the door swings open, and Sevika frowns down at you in the weak light of the hall. Her prosthetic arm is off, you can see it lying on the table behind her. There are stains of Shimmer on her clothes, on her boots. Her face bears healing traces of a recent fight.

“What do you want?” Sevika says shortly.

You raise an eyebrow. “Missed you, too.”

She huffs. “Not likely.”

But she steps back and lets you in.

——

Now you stand in the dimly lit room, arms crossed and leaning against the table, which is sticky from old spilled drinks. Watching her as she paces the floor restlessly.

You’re certain Sevika hasn’t told you the half of it, but you don’t push it any further.

She won’t tell you the assailant. Won’t tell you if she was outnumbered or drugged. You know if you overstepped, asked one question too many, she’d shut you out entirely. So you listen. You listen to her rant about the unproductive assembly, how Silco had done nothing but intimidate the other Chem-barons, how everything was at a standstill.

“The point isn’t that the sister is back,” Sevika says. “It’s that the enterprise is losing steam. Business slows, everything’ll come crashing down sooner or later. And he isn’t doing anything about it.”

“What does Silco care about the girl anyway?” You ask.

She pauses. Looks back at you. “What do you care?” she says.

Her question catches you so off-guard you can’t even form an answer at first. At last you say, “—what?”

She gestures at you. “Last time we saw each other you said you didn’t care what we did anymore. Said we were all driving down the same path to hell with this Shimmer business.”

It actually takes you a moment to recall what she’s talking about. It was something you said in the heat of the last argument months ago, something you’re certain Sevika gave no definitive answer to at the moment. You’re stunned she’s actually listened. That it cut her deep enough, apparently, for her to throw it back in your face now.

But the truth is, she didn’t remember it right. Or she did, and she’s deliberately rephrasing.

The truth is, you had said you didn’t care what she did.

You were furious at the time. Furious and scared. Scared of what she was doing to herself. Scared that she would run herself to the ground, that she wouldn’t stop working for the cause, giving herself to the cause, her damn fucking cause, until she was used up, nothing left.

You were scared of losing her.

And in the moment, you hated her for making you so scared. Making you care so much when she hardly seemed to think about anything other than the revolution.

You watch her expression, and realize she looks more tired than you remember. Worn down. She hasn’t stopped working since you parted ways. Hasn’t stopped once, even through pitfall after pitfall. Setback after setback.

“I still think the same about Shimmer,” you tell her. “But I also think you don’t need to carry the weight of all of Zaun on your shoulders.”

She scoffs. “Who says I am?” Her eyes stray to the table, to her broken prosthetic arm. “I’m like a cog running in exactly the same place. Fucking useless place.”

“Hey.”

“Why are you here?” she asks with a tired sigh. “Why show up again after all this time?”

“Sevika,” you say.

“You don’t care what I do. Never did. I know you,” she says, beginning to pace again. “You’re like me. Focused on the finished machine, not the tools it took to build it.”

You reach out. Stop her in her movements. Place your hand on her scarred cheek, forcing her to look at you.

“Listen to me, you tall dumbass,” you say in a low voice. “You’re doing enough. You’re doing more than enough.”

She scoffs, tries to brush you away. You reach up so that both your hands cradle her face. Press your thumbs firmly against her cheekbones so she can’t flee from you.

“You hear me?”

“What’re you doing?” she asks gruffly.

“Making you see your worth.”

Her brows crease, eyes narrowing. “You messing with me?”

“Do you see it?”

“Stop fucking around.”

You don’t break the gaze. Even though you can tell she wants you to. Even as she tries to pull away. Your eyes burn into hers until she’s dropping her gaze, until her eyes are dancing down toward your lips, darting back up. Until you feel her falter, until you see her expression—ever so slightly—soften.

You kiss her.

She’s frozen against you at first. You can feel the stillness of her body, the tension in her squared shoulders. A fraction of a second, a quiet hesitation.

Then she kisses you back. The tension drains out of her with a shudder. Something breaks in you as you feel her groan a little into your mouth.

You can tell now this is what she has needed. Not words. Not another argument. Not another person expecting her to be in control. You press your hands against her shoulders, bringing her closer. Guiding her.

“It’s okay,” you whisper against her lips. “I got you, it’s okay.”

“Can we… can you….”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say breathlessly. “Yeah, okay.”

You pull back, leading her down the narrow passageway that leads into the one bedroom. You could find your way around this place in your sleep. From the empty bottles scattered on the floor to the smell of cigarette smoke clinging to the stained wallpaper, this is Sevika. This is the woman you have known, the woman you have forgiven and admired and hated and loved all your life.

In the bedroom. Stumbling over your feet as you kiss her again. You back her against the wall, push your leg between her thighs. She laughs slightly as your fingers clumsily undo the buttons of her vest. You pull it off her, tossing it to the floor. You snake your hands beneath the fabric of her undershirt. She raises her one arm to let you pull it over her head.

Her scars. Thin glowing rivulets of blue webbed over the left side of her face, her neck, her muscular torso. The scars you had known her to avoid looking at, the scars you had known her to hate being touched by anyone but you. The scars you kiss now, softly, feeling the familiar odd electrical current against your lips. Your hand massages her breast as you press your lips to her neck, biting softly at her jawline. With a soft moan, Sevika tilts her head back against the wall.

Lowering yourself to your knees, you undo the clasp of her belt. Her breathing changes as you undress her, as she leans her hand against your shoulder and steps out of her pants, bare before you. Vulnerable.

This is Sevika, every inch of her. From the explosion’s scars to the bruises from old street fights to the stretch marks on her thighs and knees. From the packed muscles of her broad back to the moles dotting her brown skin, you are the only person in the world she has shown herself to this way, with trusting abandon.

A second to breathe. You meet her eyes.

“Okay?” You whisper. She nods.

You pull off your own clothes in half a second. You’re on your knees again, you’re kissing the place just beneath her navel, the muscles of her abdomen seizing, the place that you’d be lying if you said you’ve never stared at before.

Her pussy is familiar, waiting, already wet when your mouth finds her. She can’t suppress the soft grunts of pleasure as your tongue licks against her folds, and you can’t suppress the moan that escapes you when her taste hits your senses.

Janna above, you’ve missed her more than you thought.

She parts her legs for you, opening wider for you, and your head reels.

“Fuck. Fuck…just like that…god…”

The hitch in her breath, the break in her deep voice. The moans she suppresses, her pride still battling her for all it’s worth, keeping her from letting herself fall over the edge, holding her back.

Damned if you can’t remedy that.

Your tongue works faster into her. You lick greedily, reverently, as if you’re devouring something both sacred and ruined. Her hand on the back of your head, firm and warm and large, pulling you closer to her, leading you where she needs you. You dig your fingers into the muscles of her thighs, drunk on the taste of her, drunk on the way she trembles against your head, her heavy breaths melting into the stagnant air.

She comes with a dazzling groan, filling your mouth, arching her spine, her head knocking back against the wall.

You pull away, satisfied—for the moment. It’s a testament to her strength that Sevika is still standing, holding herself up, breathing slow through the aftershocks of her climax.

“On your back,” you say.

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

She cuts her gaze at you, and her hazy eyes give her away.

“Tonight’s about you, Vika.”

She huffs at your old nickname for her. Always pretended it irritated her, but then why does it make her sway into you, why does it make her pull you to the bed?

Your hands on her hips, easing her down onto the mattress.

“You’re wrong, by the way,” you murmur against her skin as you slot yourself between her legs, as you part her thighs. “I do care.”

“Hmm?”

Your fingers slide along the folds of her still-sensitive clit, making her twitch. Before you enter her you kiss her mound again, softly, feeling the wiry hairs of her bush against your lips.

“I care about you. Not what you do. Not what you mean to Zaun.”

Sevika says nothing. So you prove it to her.

You part her with two of your fingers, you slide into her, your tongue still making rough little circles against her core. Her hips buck against you. The little desperate sounds that slip out of her mouth invite you deeper, your wrist moving in rhythmic thrusts.

She comes faster the second time. Her pussy spasms against your mouth, and you can feel your own arousal coil hot in the pit of your stomach from seeing her throbbing clit, seeing her beautiful face lost in her pleasure, feeling her pulse race along with yours.

“Can you give me one more, handsome?”

“If you can take it from me,” she growls, and you laugh because her voice has all the conviction of a kitten masquerading as a lion.

——

After.

Sevika is spent, head thrown back. The sweat cooling on your neck. Outside, the streets of Zaun clatter and howl with the sounds of passing automobiles and singing drunks.

“Woman,” you breathe huskily, “you’ll be the death of me.”

Sevika tilts her head on the pillow. The dim glow of the lamp beside the bed casts a warm pink light over her face. Strands of sweaty dark hair that escaped her half-up are streaked against her forehead. She looks sleepily down at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Her lips curl up in a smirk, a low chuckle rumbles in her chest.

She’s so fucking gorgeous. It makes you insane.

“Not too bad yourself,” she says.

You give a sigh, fall forward and let your cheek rest on her warm stomach.

You’ll get cleaned up later. You will stay the night, even if it is just for this one night, and more likely than not you’ll get into another argument with her.

There will be coffee in the morning, though.

There will be time for you to talk.

end note: yeah... dont say anything if this is god-awful because i'm already starting to hate it :/ there's a reason i don't write smut LMAO

#this is so good wtf #RUNE DON’T HATE IT I WOKE UP TO THIS POST AND AM OBSESSED

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maneskinwh0re · 19 days ago

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quit giving my daddy issues all the credit for me being a raging dyke !!!

i ALSO have mommy issues but you don’t see me hating on women when we’re just so pretty !!!!!!!

#happy pride to gays with all the issues <3 #LMAOAAOOOO #bee #maneskinwh0re #lesbian #wlw #wlw yearning #lesbian yearning #wlw post #lesbian community

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maneskinwh0re · 20 days ago

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thanks gracieeee!! @graciedollie

1. sexy to someone — clairo

2. birds of a feather — billie

3. heavy — the marias

4. nissan altima — doechii

5. fill the void — the weekend ft lily rose depp, ramsey

6. he think i love him — megan thee stallion

7. catfish — doechii

8. same damn time (remix) — future, diddy(🥀), ludacris

9. big mama (2nd half only) — latto

10. bulls on parade — rage against the machine

…can y’all tell i’m either simping or at the gym…

love u moots!!! @cdbabymp3 @archangeldyke-all @never-rxne @nhaaauyen @kissingmilfs @sevsgiirl @sevsbunny @vikashoneybee <33

shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 songs, was tagged by my girl @chirpybirdy …. I added one extra for luck.

1. Time- Pink Floyd

2. You Don’t Have to Cry- CSN

3. Bus Stop- The Hollies

4. I’d Love to Change the World- Ten Years After

5. Out on the Weekend- Neil Young

6. The Water is Wide- Joan Baez

7. Summer 68- Pink Floyd

8. Come on In- The Monkees

9. One- Harry Nilsson

10. Helplessly Hoping- CSN

11. Poison Tree- Grouper

tagging @leveebreak-s @snafugender @theklaapologist @guarnerepdf @lookoutjoe @negativegrl

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maneskinwh0re · 20 days ago

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finally drove up to shawty again to see her in person yesterday and WE ARE OFFICIAL NOW Y’ALLLL 😻😻😻😻🎀🎀💕

lesbian summer lesbian summer lesbian summer ☀️🧡🤍🩷

she’ll be home next week i’m so excited xx

#i’m so cooked #lesbians save me #bee #maneskinwh0re #lesbian #wlw yearning #wlw community #wlw post #wlw pride

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maneskinwh0re · 20 days ago

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according to my jazz drummer and music education major brother here are some songs that would be on modern!sevika's playlist-

every day playlist

body and soul (coleman hawkins)

in a sentimental mood (duke ellington, john coltrane)

my favorite things (john coltrane)

infant eyes (wayne shorter)

chicago - live (buddy rich big band) [+he says he can see sevika playing this while she's punching something 💀]

so what (miles davis)

workout playlist

hypnotize (the notorious b.i.g.)

ny state of mind (nas)

c.r.e.a.m. (wu-tang clan)

the world is yours (nas)

keep ya head up (2pac)

shook ones, pt II (mobb deep)

juicy (the notorious b.i.g.)

#been wanting to get into more jazz music recently so imma take this as inspo

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maneskinwh0re · 21 days ago

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50 Lesbian asks:

I thought I'd give making an asks game a try. I threw in a few stereotypes in there for funsies lol

1. Have you ever uhauled

2. Are you still friends with your ex

3. Have you made out with a stranger

4. Do you ghost people

5. Do you do hookups

6. Ideal first date spot

7. How many hours was your longest date

8. Do you have a fwb

10. How many cats do you have

11. Do you want to live in a cottage

12. Do you like plants

13. Have you ever been stood up on a date

14. Casual or serious dating

15. Poly, open or monogamous

16. Do you go to lesbian meetups in your city

17. What lesbian stereotype do you fit

18. Are you a golden retriever or black cat

19. Minimalist or maximalist

20. Text or phone call

21. Do you drive a Subaru

22. Do you like hiking

23. Are there any lesbian subcultures you are part of

24. Do you like button ups or flannels

25. do you cuff

26. Do you like kink

27. Did you ever date your first lesbian love

28. What's your ideal type

29. Introverted or extroverted

30. Do you like clubs or staying home

31. Creative or sporty

32. Have you ever been in a long distance relationship

33. Coffee or tea

34. Do you have short or long hair

35. Do you feel safe where you live

36. Are you out

37. Have you been to therapy

38. Are you political

39. Share your dating app bio

40. How many people have you dated

41. Do you cook or bake

42. Do you wear rings

43. What's your love language

44. What type of kissing do you like

45. Favorite outfit for going out

46. What is your ideal partner like

47. Do you have stickers on your car or bottle

48. Wallet or purse

49. Any mutuals your crushing on

50. Feminine or masculine vibes

Hope y'all have fun It was hard coming up with so many questions 😵‍💫 I'm gonna go take a nap now 😅

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maneskinwh0re · 23 days ago

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─── headcanons: sevika x masc reader

content warning(s): none. just fluff <3 (+ slightly suggestive at the end). reader is masc presenting/gender neutral; modern au note: i identify as agender and i am soft masc-presenting, but i wanted to render masc readers as broadly and inclusively as possible. apologies for any inaccuracies

✧˖° what amazes sevika: for the first time in her life there is someone taking care of her. someone who wants to do the heavy lifting once in a while so she can breathe for a moment.

at first she resisted it. scoffed at your insistence to do the little things - lift this box, clean the windows, fix the sink. but she gradually realizes it’s your love language. you were never good with sappy words, never good with talking about your feelings. the way you show your love: i can do that. let me carry it. sit down. i got it.

so she lets you. it’s not uncommon for her to come home after a long shift and find you fixing things around the house that she put off because she was too tired to, too busy to. walked in one evening and found you repainting the living room. smudge of paint on your nose, wearing a tank top with your sweater wrapped around your waist. she sees you smile widely when you see her come in, proudly show her the progress you made, and ask her for a kiss—and she goes so weak for you she can barely speak. she rubs the paint off before kissing you.

✧˖° you feed off each other’s energy. existing in the world is hard; existing as queer women in the world is even harder. there are days when sevika comes home exhausted, silent, overburdened with the responsibilities from work, the dickheads she has to deal with every day. there are days when your anxiety is so bad you feel like locking yourself in the bathroom and sitting in the dark for hours. only in each other’s presence does it feel like you can let your guard down. when sevika gathers you into her arms, pulling your legs over her lap, you feel the world fall away.

she knows what you're going to say before you even say it. you know what she needs before she even shows it. running her hot baths when she grumbles about some difficulty at work, sitting at the edge of the tub and washing her hair while she rants to you about the incompetent idiots she deals with. massaging out the knots in her back and shoulders until she feels herself melt into the pillows, drifting off to sleep.

✧˖° days off are rare for both of you; days when your schedules match up to be able to go out are still rarer. sevika likes to go to cool, quiet places. finds a heavy peace in them, where her thoughts can flow to nowhere, with you by her side. likes to stare at odd and beautiful things. you haunt aquariums and museums together. sevika watches the whales swim by, solemn and silent. she watches the schools of brilliantly colored fish, the reflections of the water rippling across her face. you only watch her. in a gallery full of masterpieces, she is the only work of art you can see. (you’d never tell her that. you know she’d just laugh at you.)

✧˖° she finds your sneezes adorable but will never tell you so. the first time you sneezed in front of her, she didn't say anything. not even a bless you. but you heard a subdued chuckle.

"what?"

"why'd you laugh?"

she raises her eyebrows. "i didn't."

(you figured it out after the third time it happened. she loves your sneeze. it gives her insane cuteness aggression.)

✧˖° every trip to the store is a subtle test of who can carry the most things in one walk. never underestimate a woman's competitive inner child. once threw you over her shoulder to prove her point and carried you into the house along with all the grocery bags.

✧˖° arguing on the living room floor while assembling furniture because both of you were too arrogant to read the instructions but then ended up with a shelf that somehow has three legs.

✧˖° she calls you her little prince, started as a joke from a 3am discussion about french literature that neither of you remember, but now whenever you do something stupid she’ll pinch your cheek and say “hold onto yourself, little prince.”

✧˖° tickle fights that turn into wrestling matches that quickly turn into straight up sparring and it stops abruptly when you nearly hit your head on the corner of the coffee table and give sevika a heart attack.

✧˖° both of you are touch starved all the time. only for each other. but both of you are also too proud to admit it. you never asked her verbally for a hug, but you’ll quietly go up to her while she’s cooking and lean your forehead on her back. she’ll lower the heat, turn around, wrap an arm around you.

“where’d you go, little prince? you’re a million miles away.”

you bury your face in her shoulder as she kisses the top of your head. “i’m back now.”

✧˖° what sevika didn’t expect: being the emotional one in the relationship. you bring out her softest sides, you listen to her talk about her past without judgment. you get her in ways that very few people do. you ask her about needs that she was never asked before. do you want space? do you want me to hold you? should we take a walk?

✧˖° rainy, lazy evenings… both of you prefer staying in. ordering food. reading on the sofa. now and then she’ll nudge you with her foot and read aloud a passage she found interesting. it’s always gonna be some obscure history or science book - think Guns Germs and Steel - that you never could get into, but her voice is just lovely and she looks so lovely and peaceful with her reading glasses on and her hair pinned back that you just drink in every word. or at least. her voice.

✧˖° neither of you wear much makeup (sevika sometimes puts concealer over her dark circles when she has to join a work zoom meeting) but your place is overflowing with your accessories. her carabiners and lighters and your rings scattered around every corner of the house.

✧˖° nothing gets her like seeing you wearing one of her dress shirts. in your own shirts, you’re the pinnacle of formal masc lesbian excellence… but in her shirts, oversized on you, especially when you’re wearing nothing underneath… when she sees you wearing them in the morning when you cook breakfast as she wanders into the kitchen after her post-workout shower… it drives her insane.

✧˖° you are the more physically possessive one. sevika pretends this only amuses her. puppy actin’ like a guard dog? but it flusters her secretly - the way you keep your hand on her lower back when you go out in public. the way you curl your fingers over her thigh under the table, pulling her slightly closer. the way your expression darkens when some girl has the nerve to flirt with her in front of you. the way you sometimes drop what you’re doing, walk over to her, calmly take her by the face and kiss her like you need to memorize her taste.

end note: happy pride :) been a while since i did headcanons. i need her so bad

#rune you have done a service #have the happiest of pridessss #i love this sm #my soft masc heart is happy

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