#wlw and nblw

[lavend3r-stardust]

Wanna have a 'Thunderstorm date' with someone where we set up a picnic blanket on the floor and have tea and watch movies in the living room until the rain ends (maybe even fall asleep in my arms on the couch 👀)

[dnvrsmedia]

Whatever it Takes

sevika x reader (in canon universe)

there are no physical attributes or gendered language used in this :)

tw: PTSD and death mentioned

hurt/comfort for the fall season! (totally not self indulgent whaaaat)

You comfort Sev after a rough nights sleep

The air felt thick as your eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight peeking through your apartment window. A groan leaves your lips as you root around your bed for your girlfriend. As you come to it, you recognize what the cool sheets on your bed signifies. Sevika is missing from your bed for the third time this week. Many who didn’t know her would assume that she was back in her old stomping grounds, messing around with Babettes girls. Yet, you knew her better than anyone else, better than she knew herself.

You roll out of bed, leaving the comfort of your sheets and the smell of your lover. As your feet padded through your shared home, the sound of a whiskey glass hitting the coffee table filled your ears. Your first thought was annoyance at her inability to use a coaster (you think she does it just to fuck with you). Your soon second thought was questioning why she was up this early on her off day. Silco was kind enough to let her take a few days off…well after you had given him a very stern talking to. Sevika swears that the only thing he’s scared of would be you.

As you turn the corner, you see your lover hunched over her strong legs. Her chemtech arm off for the night, leaving her residual limb in the open. Her hair is down and in her face, not even caring that she can’t see well. Her flesh arm balancing a cigarillo and a whiskey glass, interchanging between vices. Her distant stare tells you she’s had a nightmare. Her staggering breath and deep frown tells you that she’s in her head. Sevika’s PTSD symptoms ebbs and flows with her day to day life. The fast pace and graveness of her line of work distracts her from the horrors that plague her mind in the quiet of the night. Yet, tonight, it seemingly has caught up to her.

A deep sigh leaves your mouth as you bite the corners of your lip, scouring your mind at what could’ve triggered her. The night before was filled with laughter and love between the two of you. The softer, less brute side of Sevika shone brightly through her hardened exterior. The side she only let you see.

You take a seat right next to her on your shared couch.Your arm moves to her hair, swiping her blunt locks away from her line of sight, tucking them behind her ears. A short grunt leaves her lips as a sign that she’s aware of your presence. When Sevika gets in these moods, you know better than to pester her to talk. She has seen and experienced horrific things, many of which you mightn’t even know. So when she feels comfortable in sharing even a sliver of her life, you let her at her own pace.

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence as your fingertips trail invisible figures across her body. You’ve learned through your relationship, keeping an aspect of constant physical touch in moments like these, keep her grounded. What makes you so different from all she’s mess with before is your attention to detail. You constantly find ways to keep her from disconnecting further into her pain, especially on days like these.

“He was there.” She kept her gaze distant and hard.Your hand squezees hers as an act of encouragement.

“I was a kid again and he-“ Her chest rises as her breath quickens, cheeks flush with anger. You rub her shoulder in hopes to calm her nerves. You knew Sev had a tumultuous relationship with her father growing up. Brief stories of her youth had slipped through during druken nights shared between you two, but that was the bulk of your understanding. You never thought to cross the boundary of asking how that came to be. A clearing of her throat brought you back to her as her eyes grossed over. A thick swallow of her throat and a shake of her head was enough to keep her emotions at bay.

“It’s been uh, difficult this time of year. Ya know it would’ve been ma’s birthday.” A glimpse of a bittersweet smile can be seen on her face. A surprised expression dawned yours. You thought Sev speaking of her dad was rare! She’s never once mentioned her mother to you in the past years you’ve known her.

“She would’ve loved you, i know it.” A smile couldnt be held back this time. Her distant stare broke as she looked into your eyes.

“I hate that stupid sappy shit you’re into-“ You giggle and slap her arm.

“But, I knew that ma sent you for me the second that I met you.” A shy and bashful smile adorned your lovers face as she nuzzles her nose into her favorite spot, your neck.

You feel your heart explode at her words. Sevika easily has been your most romantic lover (although she likes to downplay it to herself). You cup her strong jaw into your palm and kiss her. You hope every single ounce of your passion, love, and emotions can be felt by her through your lips. Sevika melts into your kiss, allowing for her tense body to relax in your touch.

Being vulnerable is hard for her, she knows that. She sometimes wonders if life hadn’t been so cruel in the undercity, if her father had cared for her…if her mother never died, how different her life would’ve been. Would she have given her life over to the cause? Would she have been something other than a soldier? Or would she still just be a cog in Silcos rebellion? Would she have found things that she liked? Would she have a hobby that didn’t include death and destruction? Would she have kids with you? Would she be less fucked to bring a child into the world and actually be a good mother? All of these were thoughts that had plagued her mind the moment she had gotten woken up by that nightmare.

And yet, here she is, unable to express the flurry of emotions to you. So…kissing will do. She’ll connect your bodies until you’re one so you can feel the deep connection she feels for you. She will be your fiercest protector and keep living for you. For you, have given her a new meaning, a new spark. She’ll keep fighting for Zaun, fighting for you so you will be able to have the life she dreams for you.

You part with her for a second before her lips chase you down. Her flesh arm reaching for you, holding onto your body like she fears if she doesn’t you’ll disappear. You climb onto her lap in one swift motion, needing to become one with her.

“I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere, Sev. I love you.” You stare into her eyes, into her soul. You need her to know that you will never leave her like her loved ones did.

Her steele eyes widen with appreciation and deep appreciation.

“Baby I-I love you. I will do everything to make Zaun the place you deserve.”

Your heart aches at her confession. No, it’s not the first time you’ve said those words to each other, but it is few and far between. Sevika shows you in your day to day just how much she loves you, so you never felt insecure in her loyalty to you. Yet, your heart aches for her. Your heart aches for the pain and the suffering that she’s endured and continues to experience. Your heart aches for the fact that you know she believes she doesn’t deserve good, that she doesn’t deserve you.Your revaluation turns a light within you.

“As long as I'm alive I will spend my days showing you how worthy you are.” You caress her strong jaw and place a kiss on her forehead.

You’ll do whatever it takes.

[redtail-lol]

Coining Aporagender orientation labels for myself. I'll make more eventually for other people and myself

None of these are inherently exclusive

Tourmalinic

[Image ID: A 5 striped flag. Colors, in descending order, are: light pink; reddish pink; orange; pale yellow-orange; light yellow. End ID.]

An umbrella term for any relationships or attraction between women and aporagender people

Almandian | Apelline | Lolitic

[Image ID: 3 5 striped flags. The colors for the first, in descending order, are: orange; pale yellow-orange; light yellow; white; pink. The second's colors, in descending order, are: orange; pale yellow-orange; light yellow; white; reddish orange. The third's colors, in descending order, are: dark-ish pink; pink; light pink; white; pale golden yellow. End ID.]

An aporagender person who is attracted to women | an aporagender person who is attracted to aporagender people | a woman who is attracted to aporagender people

Sapphiric | Apellitrix

[Image ID: 2 5 striped flags. Colors on the first, in descending order, are: dark-ish pink; pink; white; pale yellow-orange; reddish pink. Colors on the second, in descending order, are: orange; yellow; white; pale yellow-orange; reddish pink. End ID.]

A woman who is attracted to aporagender people and women | an aporagender person who is attracted to aporagender people and women

Apellolitic | Sapphellitrix

[Image ID: 2 5-striped flags. Colors on the first, in descending order, are: dark-ish pink; reddish pink; orange; white; pale golden yellow. The second's colors, in descending order, are: dark-ish pink; reddish pink; orange; white; pink. End ID.]

A woman and aporagender person who is attracted to aporagender people | A woman and aporagender person who is attracted to women.

Sapphelline

[Image ID: A 7 striped flag. Colors, in descending order, are: dark pink; dark-ish pink; pink; white; pale light yellow; yellow-orange; orange. End ID.]

A woman and aporagender person who is attracted to women and aporagender people

Though this was made with aporagender people in mind, outherine, maverique, gendered neutrois and nonbinary people, and anyone who feels they have a distinct gender removed from "male" and "female" may use these if they want to! Though maverique, neutrois, and outherine versions will be made, if you want you can use these too

[masturbaeshion]

i want her to notice me

but i don’t exist that way to her

i want to run my hands through her hair but she only ever lets me braid it

i want to look at her with love in my eyes but she can never know

so i close them and forget her face

- loving a straight girl

[edupiii]

Dear Lesbians of Tumblr:

I have a question that has been on my mind for a while and would like it to be answered because im getting frustrated at not knowing (frustrated at myself btw)

Q: Is the term ‘Butch’ offensive or not?

I have asked multiple people and have had bisexuals say yes and no but only one lesbian friend answer ‘no it’s not a slur’, but then I’ll Google it and find Reddit posts of people saying yes and no. This is mainly because I’ve been in love with the song ‘Butch 4 Butch’ by Rio Romeo ever since it came out and have been told by many separate party’s (who were not lesbian) that I shouldn’t sing it or listen to it publicly.

Please let me know so I can be more educated about my fellow alphabets in the mafia

[elavator-jams]

….. I have a dildo coming in the mail lol ( already have many vibrators)

[marrowridden]

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.

[lavend3r-stardust]

If you don't want me to cup your face in my palms and have me kiss your forehead until you're a sappy mess, then you don't deserve me at all because wtf bro. Get loved loser <33 Get absolutely treasured.

[sapphicyearningbot]

omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out

[firmgripplz]

What the hell do you mean “but you can’t feel it when she sucks strap.” I can feel her hands on my thighs while she greedily takes it in. I can feel the base of the strap pushing into me and hitting my clit just right. I can feel her hair in my hands as I move it to the side or pull her in deeper. I can feel my pussy start to throb and drip. I can feel her kissing me with that beautiful blissed out look in her eyes. I can feel it in all of the ways that matter.

[dyke-till-dawn]

Can the femmes in the crowd who like being pinned against the mattress and fucked relentlessly through the night make some noise?

[citrinebunny]

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

[lavend3r-stardust]

Hey, wait a minute- why am I not curled up in your arms and kissing your neck right now, huh, 🤨 what's up with that???

[t4t-pathogen]

T4T love is holy whether its sexual or romantic or platonic or monogamous or polyamorous or gay or lesbian or straight or any combination of any of those things or even something more deeply personal and undefineable