#domestic lesbian

[subbby-bunnny]

The urge to be domestic and pick flowers from a garden, and make her a matching bouquet and flower crown and then bake her some bread from scratch.

[e-starr]

e-starr

Domestic lesbian studies days #1-#7

8” X 10” (unframed)

Acrylic on canvas boards

2024

[nodssalementriche]

The past week or so has been one of routine; one of cleaning inside my self and outside amidst new changes! My brother recently moved out, so Mel and I are taking over his old room, which was my old room. We’ve been redoing it, and are currently still in the process. All we’ve really done is paint it, pull up all of the staples, rip up the carpet and well now that I say this, I guess we’ve done a lot!!

But we still have a long way to go, and I really am enjoying the process of being in a process if that makes sense. Since it’s bigger than just one project (but still part of ONE larger one) it allows for a lot of internal growth honestly. A lot of time spent doing monotonous tasks with a lot of room to think. I really like the routine of thinking I like sitting down and going through stuff, writing stuff down… brain dumping if you will!

I really enjoy having intentional conversations with myself. I think it allows for a lot of thoughts and ideas that are less likely to occur organically (now[there is no telling of a future]).

That being said, I am no stranger to overthinking, and its larger clouded web from having too much time in my head.

Not because I’m necessarily fixated with anxiety on one thing, but because it’s just so easy to sort of have thinking be a vessel for spiraling into unneeded anxieties.

So yes, just overthinking- overstimulating your brain.

So then those monotonous tasks, like pulling up staples, and like painting a room, they can cause so much room for that overthought. I’ve really been trying to use those moments as an opportunity to exercise some mental skills of being present. And I think that being present is a constant struggle or area of work for any person. That it is the largest struggle for purpose. So I try to take the overthought, the lapses, with grace and consideration for my Self. And ironically, a lot of being present is just turning that off completely. But it’s a 2 3 4 5 6 7 step process. (So then come in the grace and consideration)

It was nice because I was able to come back to myself and say OK. I am pulling up staples right now. This is how much pressure I am using. This is where I am putting the staple. This is what the staple looks like. It is kind of like those grounding methods of five things you can see, naming all the red objects in the room, that sort of thing.

And since I’ve just been, you know, holed up working on moving stuff, folding clothes, re-organizing things, and what not, it’s been allowing me to be so much more grateful for the time I spend outside. That coupled with the fatigue that comes with manual labor. I’ve just enjoyed being more calm, I guess.

I’m going to continue to try to apply this until it hopefully becomes more innate again, but I’m trying to enjoy the entire journey; and I am.

As I’ve been typing this, I’ve actually been doing speech to text (coming back in to edit out all the technological errors) while on a walk with my dog. I’m gonna go and enjoy the air with her, enjoy the sun with her. Enjoy the birds, enjoy the grass. I hope everyone takes care.

[switchpink]

when we got home from grocery shopping she kissed me hard and then growled in my ear "go inside and put sweatpants on and i'll bring everything in" and wow so that's what a soulmate is huh

[subbby-bunnny]

If you want to hear a professional yapper go on and on about Marvel, Lego, professional wrestling, Taylor Swift, and other stuff just hmu

There’s more to me than my horny side blog 😉

[evgar]

happy valentine's day 💘

[proxycrit]

I interrupt my zelda posting with caitvi because Arcane changed my brain chemistry

(ight, now i go back on hiatus! If you want to see my sketchbook which I WILL be posting until the day I wither, check out patreon! Now excuse me as i crawl back into my warm little den)

((Im also currently significantly more active on my instagram posting commission work, if you wanna see it :0))

Edit: ah dang it the hyperfixation’s set in.

[elle-girlylesbian]

Casual touches as a touchy girl are soo hot..

Like yes, please, grab my hips when I cook

Put your arm around my shoulders when we're watching a movie

Your hand on the small of my back when were walking..

Touches, even the nonsexual ones makes me so warm and fuzzy..

Please darling, touch me ?

[archeryenthusiast]

How do cis straight couples even work?

Like who's the Affini and who's the Floret????? It just doesn't make sense to me like obviously I don't have anything against straights, BUT

[thesecondhandwoman]

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭

Sevika x f!reader

Synopsis: It started as a peaceful Saturday morning with your wife, supposedly supposed to be slow and steady, before your daughter had other plans by stealing Sevika’s mechanical arm.

A/N: I had to write a cute fanfic about domestic, mama bear Sevika (for my life to be complete).

Mornings like this were rare.

No alarms, no pressing responsibilities, just the soft golden glow filtering through the curtains and the steady rise and fall of Sevika’s chest beneath your cheek.

Her warmth surrounded you, her arm draped lazily over your waist, the deep rumble of her breathing a soothing comfort. She was completely relaxed, her body slack in sleep, and you were tempted to stay like this forever.

You sighed contentedly, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone before shifting slightly. Sevika made a noise—half grunt, half sleepy protest—and tightened her hold on you when you shifted closer, kissing her skin further.

“Mm, too early,” she mumbled, voice rough with sleep. “Too early to wake me.”

You smiled against her skin. “We don’t even know what time it is.”

“Doesn’t matter. Still too early.”

You hummed in agreement, letting yourself sink back into the warmth of her embrace.

Then the bedroom door creaked.

You barely had time to react before a tiny, energetic voice broke the morning calm.

“Mama! Mommy!”

The moment shattered.

Sevika groaned as your daughter barreled into the room, her little feet pattering across the floor. You barely cracked an eye open before she launched herself onto the bed, wriggling her way between you both with zero hesitation.

“Wake up!” she chirped, eyes bright with excitement. “It’s morning!”

You buried your face into Sevika’s bare shoulder, muffling a groan. “Baby, it’s the weekend, mama and I aren’t even fully awake yet…”

“But I’m awake,” she said matter-of-factly, as if that was enough reason for everyone else to be.

Sevika grumbled, her grip on you loosening as she turned onto her back, rubbing a hand over her face. “Doll, we agreed on knocking.”

Your daughter giggled, completely ignoring her. Instead, she shifted, eyes scanning the bed with an expression you immediately recognized as trouble.

You were about to question it when you saw what had caught her attention.

Sevika’s mechanical arm, currently detached and sitting on the edge of her nightstand.

Your eyes widened. “No, Dahlia—“

Before you could stop her or do anything to at least slow her down, she snatched the limb up with both hands, giggling uncontrollably as she wobbled under its weight.

Sevika frowned, still groggy. “What are you—”

Sevika turned her head further, rolling onto her back so she could look over at your daughter. She paused when she saw your daughter, the one she helped produce, holding her extremely expensive mechanical arm between a fit of giggles before she saw that sneaky look on the little one’s face, knowing she isn’t just looking at it this time.

“Oh, you little—”

Before she could finish, your daughter bolted.

You barely had time to process what was happening before Sevika sat up, the sheets slipping down her bare torso as she pointed after her.

“She stole my damn arm.”

You collapsed onto the mattress, covering your face as laughter overtook you.

Sevika huffed. “This isn’t funny.”

You gasped for breath. “It’s so funny.”

“No, it’s criminal. She ripped my arm off and just ran.”

“She didn’t rip it off,” you wheezed, still shaking with laughter. “She saw an opportunity and took it.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m taking it back.”

Sevika swung her legs over the bed, already moving to stand, only to pause.

Her robe was nowhere in sight.

“Where the hell are my clothes?” she muttered, glancing around the room.

You wiped at your eyes, still catching your breath. “I think they ended up on the floor, somewhere…”

Sevika let out a frustrated groan, raking a hand through her messy hair. “Perfect.”

Meanwhile, in the hallway, your daughter’s excited voice rang out.

“I’m the strongest fighter in Zaun!”

Sevika swore under her breath before hastily grabbing the nearest thing, a blanket, and wrapping it around herself.

“This is humiliating,” she muttered as she stormed toward the door.

You sat up properly, still grinning, before you responded mockingly. “You should be proud. She’s already mastered the art of psychological warfare.”

Sevika shot you a glare before stomping out of the bedroom.

You followed at a slower pace, stepping into the living room just in time to witness the absolute chaos unfolding.

Your daughter was sprinting across the room, swinging Sevika’s arm around like a weapon, her little feet barely making a sound as she dodged every piece of furniture in sight.

Sevika, still mostly wrapped in the blanket, was chasing her down.

“Give it back,” she ordered, her voice low and warning.

Your daughter squealed, narrowly avoiding capture as she dove behind the couch. “No way, it’s mine now mama!”

Sevika lunged, but she was still half asleep, and your kid was thriving in her newfound power.

She juked left. Sevika followed.

She faked right. Sevika cursed.

You leaned against the doorway, biting your lip to keep from laughing again.

“Baby, you might as well surrender,” you teased. “She’s got your stubbornness and your speed.”

“She’s lucky she’s cute,” Sevika muttered, attempting to corner her.

Your daughter, realizing she was trapped, did the only logical thing.

She threw the arm, or at least tried due to the hunk of metal being three times her weight and size.

Sevika barely caught it before it hit the ground.

You watched as she slowly, slowly turned back to face your daughter, who was standing a few feet away, looking very pleased with herself.

“Oh, you are so dead, you little punk.”

Your daughter shrieked as Sevika lunged, scooping her up effortlessly.

“No! Mama, wait!”

Sevika ignored her, tossing the arm onto the couch before lifting her higher, pressing a few teasing kisses to her cheek.

“You think you can just steal from me and get away with it? Huh, little rascal?”

Your daughter giggled, kicking her feet. “Yes?”

“Mm, wrong answer, now you must face the consequences of your criminal actions.”

Sevika shifted her grip, bringing her down just enough to bury her face in her stomach—blowing a loud, ticklish raspberry.

Your daughter let out the most dramatic, high-pitched giggle, writhing in her grasp. “Mama, mama no! Please, I surrender!”

Sevika grinned against her belly, doing it again just to hear her squeal.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head. “Wow, a real display of strength. Look at you, the strongest fighter in Zaun, reduced to a giggling mess.”

Your daughter groaned between giggles. “Mommy, help!”

“I don’t know, baby,” you mused, smirking. “I think Mama earned this one.”

Sevika finally relented, setting her down but keeping her close.

“Alright, little menace. I suppose I can do something for a criminal like you at least for being bold enough to steal my arm. You hungry?”

Your daughter immediately perked up. “Yes! Can we please have pancakes?”

Sevika chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Only if you help.”

“I will!” she promised, already bouncing toward the kitchen.

You watched her go before glancing at Sevika.

“You do realize you’re still half-naked under that blanket, right?”

She smirked. “Yeah. You gonna do something about it?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at her as she laughed.

Sevika finally shrugged on her robe once you handed it to her, shaking her head. “You coming?”

You smiled, stepping closer and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go make pancakes.”

A/N: MY SHAYLA, OH, MY SHAYLA.

[tranceykitten]

Literal homophobia that I'm not pumped full of xenodrugs and completely surrendering myself to the firm-but-gentle machinations of a hot alien plant mommy's vines rn

[nodssalementriche]

I love kissing my girlfriend and realizing the gum she is chewing is one from my purse

[soulwrencher]

i'm feeling dizzy and sick so domestic!vi anyone?

i just think vi would look really good in an apron. way too good. and she knows how to cook, she'd never let you touch the stove, she tries at least not to... and then one day, when you come home and she notices you're sick, vi is a hot mess. her baby is sick, this can't be! where does she even start? running you a hot bath, making you your favorite hot beverage, cooking you porridge even though you hate it? too. much. to. stress. about. so you watch her walk up and down the kitchen while you almost pass out on the couch from the headaches you're having, "i'm not dying, vi," you murmur, "just hand me my meds please?"

and suddenly vi has her act all together. did it take a hit to her ego? maybe. but were you escorted into a hot tub with just the right amount of foam? hell yeah. "just scream if you're done or dying," she yells from the kitchen. it felt nice, she poured eucalyptus oil into the bathtub, since when did you have this? about to nod off in the bathtub you hear a soft voice calling for your name.

"come on, doll. hold on tight, okay?" she whispers as she wraps your arms around her neck to pull you out of the tub. careful this, watch out that, you were barely listening as you use the last bit of strength in your body to get out of the tub. and then she dries you off, you felt like a lost, wet puppy. her eyes were on you though, the whole time, making sure you're not actually dying, because that's what her eyes were giving away. you have her undivided attention, you really do, because she almost burns the chicken for the soup she is going to make for you, which frankly, never happens. so 7:1 for you! well, for her. (the score in your head to keep track of all the times you burnt food, in hopes to beat her one day. maybe you should get sick more often?)

and then you're in bed, you barely remember her dressing you but you do remember vi tucking you in bed, placing a soft kiss onto your forehead. "just stay with me a little more," she whispers. she's hovering over your shuddering body, her eyes searching for yours. you can feel the worry seep off her face, so you nod before she rushes off into the kitchen once again.

"careful, hold it, wait—" vi props you up so you can eat the chicken soup she made for you. "you have to eat before you sleep, doll." you tried your best to eat some of it and vi was impressed by how much you actually got down before you handed the bowl back to her. you whisper a small 'thank you' after vi who left for the kitchen with the bowl in her hand. but she comes back, of course she does and lays down next to you. suddenly you feel much warmer, blankets don't compare to vi's warmth.

"can i?" she asks, and you nod, there's nothing you want more than vi cuddling you into sleep right now. so she does, strong arms around your body, her chest against your back, you feel her breath on your shoulder.

"i won't ever leave your side," vi whispers into your neck as she wraps her arms a little tighter around your body, she thinks you're asleep by now. you forgot how clingy she can get, but you loved it more than anything. so you smile to yourself before you doze off to the sound of vi's steady breath and to the warmth of her palms on your hips.

[cafterdark]

Cis writer shocks trans girls by speaking in perfect floret

[lisasloves2]

Coffee with kisses. Each and every morning!! 💋💋💋💋

Source: @captainmarymargretcallahan

[mothgirlpanties]

just introduced my wife to HDG, she didnt even finish a 6k hurt/comfort fic before sobbing into my chest about how it should have been her. I offered to send her more stories and she told me that theyre not stories theyre documentaries and the Affini just havent found us yet