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🎸rockstar!sevika is always aware of when you're overwhelmed by the end of the night and is always the one who offers to take you home right after the show.
"you sure you're not comin' out tonight 'vika?" the lead singer nudges.
"nah," sevika nods towards you a few feet away, packing away the band's sound equipment. "told y/n i'd take her home, she's having a rough night!"
the lead singer rolls their eyes playfully, pushing sevika twoards you muttering, "dude you're so obvious."
🎸 rockstar!sevika who has the most obvious crush on you; you seem to be the only person unaware of it, which drives everyone around the two of you insane.
🎸 rockstar!sevika who always has you're back. even when you're wrong. one night, you misplaced sevika's bass cable which put everyone in a real panic. the band's manager, who is constantly stretched thin loses their temper when scolding you. you fight not to wince at the harsh words, scared for your job. suddenly sevika steps up with kind eyes,
"hey, it's alright! mistakes happen, i always bring a back up anyway." the manager reluctantly backs off and coincidentally never scolds you so harshly again.
🎸rockstar!sevika who treats the entire crew to ice cream one night after a show in hopes that you would come. she couldn't help but only pay attention to you that night.
by the end of the outing, she of course offered to walk you to her car. by the looks of it, you were the rockstar and she was a bodyguard; her large, muscled frame looming next to you. she had a natural heat to her, which warmed you from the chill of the night.
"my hands are so cold, feels like a vampire." you rub your hands together in an attempt to generate some heat.
"w-well maybe you should hold mine? so i could, uh warm them?" sevika reached out a large hand, struggling to keep eye contact. your heart hammers in your chest, the intimacy of this moment dawning on you.
"sure, sev." you grab her hand with both of yours, not realizing how awkward the position was, but also being too nervous to adjust. sevika's heart pounds at the nickname (people usually calls her vika, but you can call her whatever you like). the two of you finish the walk in blissful awkwardness.
🎸rockstar!sevika who lets you take selfies with her bass and post them, quietly hoping that your followers think the two of you are together.
"you gonna post that to instagram?" sevika lays across her couch in her dressing room looking down at you sitting crisscrossed on the floor with her bass on your lap.
"was thinking to my close friends, so it won't become a tabloid."
sevika sits up, her legs slightly spread, "would that be bad?"
🎸rockstar!sevika who one night drunkenly carved your name on the back of the neck of her bass only to regret it the next morning. since you're the main person that deals with her equipment, she lives in constant fear that you'll see it and ask about it. she's still thinking of an excuse when that day inevitably comes.
Game nights always seemed to end up at Mel's place. Her friends used the excuse of her place being bigger, but she thinks they just liked the fact that they could smoke on her balcony. The weed heads denied it but Mel still supplied ashtrays on the little table she had out there. And a few lighters just incase.
Vi was one of the few who stood out there, before she joined Mel and Viktor inside. Mel could smell the flower that stuck on her clothes as soon as she came in.
"Whose team am I on again?" Vi eyes drooped as she settled down on the floor next to the lanky man.
"We still have to pick the first game." Viktor said teasingly.
"Just don't put me on Sevika's team and I'll be fine." Mel interjected.
She busied herself in the kitchen, making herself a drink. The devil's lettuce wasn't her poison of choice, liquor would win every time.
"Where is she anyway?" Vi asked.
"Late as usual." Viktor said.
Mel tried not to roll her eyes. Without fail, when game night came around Sevika always seemed to come later than usual. Mel didn't think it was a coincidence the butch would be on time when others hosted, but she tried not to think about it.
"We can start without her." Mel approached the couch with her drink in hand, settling in next to Viktor.
"Of course you would say that." Viktor gave Mel a knowing smile. "She should be here soon."
Mel ignored Viktor's look, crossing her legs in front of her. He knew she was a stickler for time. Everyone in the group knew. But Sevika would take things she knew Mel liked and do the complete opposite. It was always like that, but it still didn't fail to get on her nerves.
A loud knock at the door made Mel's eye twitch.
"I got it." Vi rose up and looked through the peephole. Opening it wide for the tall woman that made Mel want to jump her bones and cuss her out.
"You smell loud as hell." Sevika said as she pulled Vi in for a quick hug.
"Glad you could finally make it." Sevika didn't respond back, but looked at Mel with nothing but mischief in her eyes. Mel didn't want to hear an excuse because she knew there wasn't one. Sevika did it for the love of the game.
Jayce, Jinx, and Ekko closed the balcony door, making their way inside to greet Sevika.
"Mel's gonna lock you out one of these days." Ekko gave Sevika a quick dap, before joining Mel on the couch.
"She would miss me too much." Sevika said.
"You wish." Mel replied.
After Sevika returned from her smoke break, the games finally were able to begin. A team based game of charades ended up being Jinx's first choice, since she was in charge of the entertainment.
"I'm sitting this one out. So it's, Ekko and Jayce, Vi and Viktor, anddddddd Sevika and Mel."
"This has to be a set up." Mel mumbled.
"Captain's rules!" Jinx laughed Mel off, wiggling her eyebrows. Next time, Mel would be in charge of the games.
Ekko and Jayce started, picking prompts that were custom made by yours truly. Jayce was miming a handjob when Mel felt eyes on her.
She turned to her to see Sevika staring at her. Mel quirked an eyebrow, and was met with Sevika patting the armrest at the recliner she sat at.
Her mind told her to stay sat, who was Sevika to tell her what to do. But her body told a different story, gravitating towards the aura that was Sevika. Her ass didn't fully fit on the arm rest, making it hard to ignore the body heat emitting from Sevika.
"Sorry I was late."
"Don't lie."
"I'm serious this time. I got caught in traffic."
"So those other times you did it to bother me?"
"…Maybe."
"You're insufferable."
Mel subconsciously leaned in, her head resting on Sevika's shoulder. The two had this weird dynamic that Mel couldn't define at times. She didn't hate Sevika, far from it. Sevika was known for little words, while Mel thrived in specificity. Mel could spend all day shopping while Sevika hated going anywhere that didn't have alcohol. In a lot of ways they were opposites, but that is what made them work in a lot of ways too.
The two bickered but it was out of love for each other. Whether that be platonic or romantic, Mel didn't know.
The drink made her body warm. She was a little too heavy handed this time around.
"How can I make it up to you?"
"Help me beat these plebeians tonight."
Sevika coughed to cover her laugh. "I think I can do that." Mel could tell Sevika was high was as hell, her eyes were low and she didn't hide the way she stared into Mel's face. It made Mel turn away. Paying attention to the amount of points Jayce and Ekko were racking up.
They somehow were able to decipher Jinx's long winded written prompts, and got 10 points.
"Lovebirds! You're up."
"How many times do I have to say I'm single?" Mel moved to the center of the floor, picking up a card.
"I have eyes."
Mel stuck her tongue out at Jinx, who accepted it like it was a blown kiss.
"3 minutes!"
Mel avoided Sevika's amused expression, focusing on the prompt in front of her. She dramatically dropped to her knees, shielding her body from imaginary rain that was supposed to be pelting her skin.
"Rain?"
Mel nodded her head and put up two fingers.
"Something rain?"
Mel nodded her head frantically, so hard that some of her locs fell from the high bun she tied it in.
Somehow Sevika was able to get acid from the extreme agony Mel was trying to convey. Sevika had known Jinx since she was a kid, so the best person to decipher her out of box prompts was given to the right woman.
They were able to get through the cards quickly. It surprised Mel that they could work so well together, even if it was just a silly charades game. Sevika's unwavering stare made her feel nervous, acting out all these goofy things. But in no time, they were able to beat Ekko and Jayce's score.
"Time!" Jinx glanced at the paper where she was jotting down notes. "Vi and Viktor will have to beat 15."
Mel didn't know if it was the drink or her horrible competitive spirit, but she rushed over to Sevika to give her a hug.
"You did good Vika!" Mel's hair was now loose and down her back. "I wouldn't of gotten any of those."
"Not even the pit full of snakes?"
"Especially the pit full of snakes." Mel bumped Sevika's shoulder, leaning into Sevika's warmth. She expected the taller women to slink away, but she stayed put. Even brushing some of Mel's hair away from her face. "You know we're staying partners right?"
"I don't remember agreeing to that"
"That's not a no." Mel looked up, to see Sevika looking back at her. Her toothy gap showed with just a hint of redness on her cheeks. Was it the closeness? But she didn't blush earlier when they were on the recliner.
And Sevika did stay Mel's partner, with no protest. A record had to be broken, since they havent argued for the last two hours. Flowing and vibing through every game with praise from Mel's side and an almost muted glee from Sevika.
"I didn't know you knew how to play spades." Mel and her just got done beating Jayce and Viktor, who were learning the game as they went. It was very unfair, but it didn't stop the joy from rising in Mel's chest.
"Dad taught me when I was younger." Sevika shuffled the cards, putting them back in their box. Mel tried not to stare at her hands too much, as Sevika's fingers moved efficiently.
"You shuffle good." The recent cup of wine had her tongue loose, not caring about how she sounded. "You're good with your hands."
Sevika hummed, Mel noticed her shift in her seat. Legs spreading just a bit.
"A lot of compliments today."
"I can't help it." Mel leaned her head on her hand, facing Sevika who was avoiding her eyes. "You've been doing good today."
"Don't start something you can't finish."
Mel raised her brow. "What do you mean?"
Sevika didn't answer her, instead she ran her hands through her hair. Exposing the heat crawling up her neck.
Oh.
Mel always thought the bickering was what kept their sexual energy charged. It's all they did. She never considered that Sevika would take any compliments from her well. It would break the unspoken dynamic they already have.
But what's the use in keeping the status quo, when Sevika looked so flustered?
Mel stayed in deep thought as the night continued on, she held back as everyone started to head home. Making sure everyone was sober enough to get into their rideshares or cars. Mel had hoped Sevika would stay. And like a gift from above, Sevika was the last one sitting on her couch.
"Still high?" Mel called from the kitchen, putting up any leftovers and wiping the counter.
"Nope."
Mel snickered. "I won't be offended if you leave. Not much to clean." Mel was no longer looking at the back of Sevika's head. Her focus on the dishes she was scrubbing. She was met with silence.
It gone on for so long that she thought the women left. After rinsing the last dish, she wiped her hands and turned. Expecting to be left with an empty house.
But she was met with gray eyes instead, hovering close. Mel jumped back, her back pressed against the counter.
"I thought you left."
Sevika moved closer, closing her in with both of her arms. "Still here."
"I see." Mel averted her eyes, Sevika this close was too much. "You need something?"
"Yeah."
"There isn't anymore food, I think Vi had a tapeworm or something."
"I don't need food."
"Then spit it out." Mel didn't push Sevika away, but she shifted her body. Antsy.
Sevika's hand landed on her hip, bringing Mel closer. "Treat me nice. I deserve a reward for carrying your ass today."
"You want a cookie?"
"If you're offering." Mel scoffed, as Sevika continued. "But your words are enough."
Mel didn't force Sevika to say it. Instead she brought her hand up to Sevika's hair, petting her head softly.
"You did good today." Mel's hand traveled down to Sevika's cheek.
Sevika hummed, leaning into Mel's caress. "Can I kiss you?"
A boundary they never crossed was being tempted. And Mel found that she didn't care.
Mel took the lead, leaning into Sevika's waiting lips. It was slow and sweet, not as rushed as the dreams she would have when she was alone at night. Mel's hand snaked to Sevika's neck, bringing her body flush against her. Mel was glad she didn't miss the moan that escaped from Sevika's mouth when they finally broke for air.
"If you're good, maybe I can reward you later."
"Promise?" Sevika pleaded, before she knelt to her knees.
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tags: university au, pining, sickfic, fluff (800 words)
Sevika rolls over in bed with a groan, swatting blindly at her phone in an attempt to make the annoying buzzing stop. She doesn’t know who’s calling, but whoever it is, she really wishes they wouldn’t. She’s been trying to sleep off whatever hellish flu–cold thing she picked up at track and field practice. It honestly isn’t surprising that she got sick, considering that most of her fellow teammates had been hacking up a lung all week.
“Hello?” she answers in a low, gravelly voice, coughing on the word.
“Hi, Sevika. This is Mel.”
The voice is posh and familiar, though sounding slightly less put-together than usual. And that alone makes Sevika sit up straighter in bed, running a hand through her hair as she tries to wake herself up properly.
Mel. The unfairly attractive tutor she’s been working with in a desperate attempt to scrape out a passing grade in biochem so she won’t get kicked off the team. And also the girl she happens to be halfway in love with. Not that Mel needs to know that.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to cancel our appointment today,” Mel says. There’s a pause, a sharp intake of breath, and then a sneeze.
Sevika winces in sympathy. “Bless you,” she says. “Let me guess, you caught whatever campus crud is going around? Me too.”
Mel sighs softly over the phone. “Yes. It’s truly dreadful. But anyway, we should both rest. I suppose I’ll see you for our study session next week.”
The thought of waiting a whole week before seeing Mel’s tantalizing green eyes makes something heavy sink in Sevika’s chest. And the way Mel sounds so exhausted, so hoarse, tugs at something else entirely. Sevika isn’t much of a worrier, but she does want to know that Mel’s alright.
“How are you holding up?” Sevika asks, frowning a little when Mel tries to muffle a cough. “You sound miserable.”
“I’ll live,” Mel says, in that infuriatingly self-sacrificial way Sevika has come to recognize. “How about yourself?”
“Fucking miserable,” Sevika replies flatly.
Mel laughs, and the sound sends something warm blooming in Sevika’s chest. There’s a pause in the conversation while Sevika thinks of something to say.
“Well… since we’re both sick,” Sevika says, trying to keep her tone casual, “I guess it wouldn’t really hurt to study together anyway, would it?”
Mel hesitates before answering. “Oh, I don’t know,” she says. “I wouldn’t want to get you even sicker.”
“Frankly, I don’t think that’s possible at this point,” Sevika says, choking on a laugh.
Mel laughs as well, clearing her throat softly.
“Listen,” Sevika continues, “I’ve got some extra Gatorade over here and some chicken soup from that deli by the gym. It’s pretty good. Let me bring it over to you – we can suffer together.”
Mel’s voice is soft when she answers. “Are you sure? I’m not very good company at the moment.”
Sevika nods, even though Mel can’t see her. “Very sure. I’ll see you soon.”
“See you soon,” Mel echoes, and Sevika’s heart feels full when she hangs up.
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Sevika’s stomach does a funny little swoop when Mel answers the door of her apartment, dressed in a blue velour lounge set that hugs her curves perfectly. Mel looks gorgeous, as usual, but she also looks tired and sick – her nose red, her eyes dull, and her hair loose and curling around her shoulders.
They end up on the couch together, sipping from matching bowls of chicken noodle soup. Sevika’s heart is beating a little too fast, and she wants to do something dumb, like reach out to put her arm around Mel’s shoulders or tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
But she doesn’t. Instead, she offers Mel tissues and wraps a blanket around her shoulders when she shivers.
“Thanks,” Mel murmurs, and it’s enough to make Sevika’s chest tighten.
But then Sevika coughs, and shudders slightly afterward. Sharp-eyed Mel notices with a frown, and stretches out an arm to offer the blanket.
“You’re cold. Here, come closer,” Mel says.
Sevika’s throat is a little thick as she scoots over, and soon they’re shoulder to shoulder, wrapped under the same fleece blanket.
“You’re warm,” Mel murmurs, looking up at Sevika, something unspoken lingering in her eyes.
“That’ll be the fever,” Sevika grunts, and Mel smiles softly up at her.
“Maybe,” she smirks, “but I like it anyway.”
Mel tips her head to rest on Sevika’s shoulder. In a moment of bravery, Sevika wraps her arm around Mel, pulling her closer. Mel fits perfectly against her side, warm, soft, and smelling faintly of coconut and shea butter. It feels like a moment so perfect Sevika never wants it to end.
Mel melts into her, head pillowed on Sevika’s chest, humming softly, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. And the thing is… it kind of is.
“I’ve got you,” Sevika says, her voice low and protective.
Puuuleeeaaassseee can we get more dealersevikaxhyperfemme stoner reader!! Like imagine because of Sevika’s reputation they’de expect her to be with someone a little more grunge but then they see reader in all their hyper-femme bubblegum princess glory and everyone is SHOOK but Sevikas just like “what” 🤷🏾♀️
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men and minor dni
sevika likes to take you on her nightly deliveries.
it's nice. you get to play passenger princess, reclined in the seat beside her, bundled up in blankets and eating your snacks. she lets you play your music, occasionally singing along to songs she recognizes. sometimes you navigate for her if you've got a delivery far out of town, and sometimes you count money and weigh flower for her. mostly, though, you're just there to look pretty and keep her company. when she's done, she always buys you dinner. sometimes it's something nice and fancy at a sit down place, sometimes it's just drive through burgers and fries.
you love it. you love her. you love watching her drive, a concentrated little furrow in her brow. you love watching her chat to customers, the way she gets along with almost everyone even when she insists she's anti-social. mostly, you just like being with her, holding her hand over the center console and giggling at the stupid jokes she makes.
what you don't love is constantly having to explain who you are to her new customers.
nobody seems to believe you. people hear sevika's got a girlfriend, and they start expecting someone like her. someone with a wallet chain and holes in their old jeans. they don't expect the glittering, fuzzy pink aura you seem to give off. they're often pretty shocked.
"yo, sevika! thank you for comin' all the way out dude, i was runnin' way too low and all the dispos in town are closed this late. how much do i owe ya--" the man's voice fades as he jumps into the backseat, getting a good look at you. he chuckles. "who's the princess?"
you roll your eyes. sevika hums as she weighs out the flower. "'s my girl. you've heard me talk about her before, right?"
the man in the backseat blinks a few times, his eyes darting between you and your girlfriend. "...really?" he asks. you sigh.
sevika, none the wiser, lets a small smile take over her features. "yeah. what's it been babe, almost three years now?" she asks.
you can't help but smile, despite your annoyance. "yeah, baby." you say.
sevika's smile grows, and she ties the little baggie full of weed in a knot. "my wife, someday." she teases.
you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and smacking her shoulder. "shut up."
"'s true." she says with a sweet smile.
you've completely forgotten your company in the backseat by now, too distracted by her sweet talking. before you can rembember your audience, you lean across the console, grab sevika's jaw, and plant a wet, glossy kiss on her lips. when you pull away, sevika's smiling like she's just won the lottery.
"tastes like marshmallow." she giggles, licking your gloss off her lips. you snort.
"'s a new flavor. that sparkly pink one you bought me yesterday."
"mmm. i like it. you should make it a regular."
"huh." you both jump a bit as the man in the backseat speaks up. he's still studying the pair of you, but his confusion has faded. "y'know, i always pictured your girlfriend to be..." he waves his hand a bit, like he's looking for the word. "tougher."
sevika frowns, and turns her attention. "tougher?"
"yeah, y'know. maybe a little emo. lots of eyeliner. some piercings or tattoos or something. like you, y'know?" you snort a bit. sevika's certainly not emo, but you'll definitely be teasing her about that for a while. she does love her eyeliner.
"hey. my girl's plenty tough--" sevika starts.
"well yeah, but she looks like a cupcake." you huff and cross your arms. you aren't even that dressed up tonight! it's just a bedazzled pink tracksuit... okay. you see his point.
"do you have an issue with that?" sevika asks. the man in the back waves his hands up.
"no! no, no! not at all! it's-- it's just unexpected. 's kinda cute, actually. you guys make a cute couple." he says. "like, opposites attract, and all that."
sevika studies him for a minute, before looking over at you. her gaze softens as she studies you, and finally, she throws the baggie in the back. "that's eighty."
the man fumbles for his wallet. "h-here. didn't mean no offense, really." he says, handing the money over. sevika hums.
"see you next time." she says. the man takes the dismissal for what it is, and runs out of the car.
for a moment, it's silent. then sevika huffs. "are we really that different?" she asks you. you giggle a little.
"i mean..."
"okay, okay, i get it. but i hate gettin' shit like that. i know we look different, but you're still mine. hate having to explain that shit to people like it's not obvious."
you smile. "i think it's pretty obvious. just gotta give 'em a minute to get over the shock."
"but is it so shocking?" sevika whines. "i think we make perfect fucking sense."
"you do?"
"yeah. you're the princess, i'm your prince."
you grin. that's one of the sweetest things sevika's ever said to you. "my knight in shining fuckin' armor, baby." you say.
sevika finally smiles, putting the car in drive. "c'mon, your highness. let's get outta here. you wanna get some burritos and smoke up in the park?"
you lean over the console and kiss her cheek, admiring the sticky pink stain it leaves behind. "sounds like heaven, baby."
Hey guys, so um I got in a really bad accident today. Like I rolled my jeep twice on the highway and somehow…I’m alive and have no head injuries. But I am insanely cut up, bruised and frankly traumatized. I’m gunna be out of work for the foreseeable future and I need support. I hate asking for help but I need it. If you can share please do 💞
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your best friends older sister!sevika fanfic had me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. love the way you write her as a mean teasing flirt ☺️ may i suggest roommate!sevika who does everything she can to get reader worked up such as bringing home girls to purposefully fuck them loud as fuck to make reader jealous 🙂↕️ hehe
roommate!sevika headcanons
note to anon: OMGGGG thank you so much bae!! and right? I feel like if she found someone who got on her nerves, she'd enjoy being the rudest flirt alive, hehe. ALSO, YES, I LOVE THIS IDEA SOOOO MUCH. took me a while to write it out, but I hope you enjoy!! <33
contains: sfw and nsfw content (minors + ageless blogs dni), reader receiving oral and strap, porn-watching, kinda voyeuristic (reader gets horny from sevika having sex with other girls), throat-grabbing, smoking, reader's body is referred to with the terms "pussy," "g-spot" and "clit"
roommate!sevika who doesn't really bother talking to you at first, just keeping to herself. she's not a fan of sharing her living space with people, but money's tight, and this is what she can afford right now. she's not interested in friendship, or some sort of everlasting bond to form between the two of you. she just wants to live in amicable peace, and have her space to herself.
and so, the two of you barely talk. you try, at first, but it becomes clear three days in that she's utterly uninterested. which, you can't lie, is a pretty huge disappointment, considering that the prospect of living with an incredibly hot and stoic butch was one that had you thrilled initially. but, unfortunately, she seems anything but truly interested in any sort of connection with you.
roommate!sevika who remains in her bedroom most of the time, working on one contraption or the other, or watching videos on her laptop.
or gaming. because, yes, she games, and she does try her best to keep quiet, she really does. but, the idiots she plays with have her occasionally shouting, cursing loudly as they cause her team to lose yet again.
every now and then, she'll hang out in the living room, watching TV, but that's usually reserved to when you're not home, or locked up in your own bedroom. when you come out to cook in the kitchen, or sit on the love seat so that you can fold laundry, she'll usually linger for a few minutes, carefully observing, before standing up to head back to her bedroom.
it's not like she hates you or anything. you're pretty okay -- nice to her and not sloppy and disgusting like some of the other roommates she's had before. you even share the food you cook with her, and have always been cooperative about splitting chores with her. so, in sevika's books, you're not a person who she's keen on disliking, and she actually feels pretty damn lucky for having found your ad.
roommate!sevika who does nothing to quell the sexual frustration you've had for months due to the serious dry spell that's been plaguing you. walls are thin, and you can hear the loud ass girl she's brought home, moaning and whining as sevika's bed frame rocks against the wall. every now and then, her noises are met with sevika's hushed grunts and filthy words of, "tell me, who's a good girl?"
you twist and turn in bed, rolling over to glare at your phone. it's 2:03AM -- how does she still have the energy to be fucking at this time? you're exhausted, irritated, and insanely horny from what you're hearing. because horribly enough, this girl doesn't sound like she's faking -- no, she's truly enjoying herself. sevika is just that good of a lay, it seems. and that piece of knowledge has your pussy beginning to dampen, soaking through your panties.
if you shut your eyes, and drift into the hazy world of dream land, you can pretend that it's you and her making those noises. that she's the one fucking you right now. god, just the thought of that notion has your clit aching.
but, it also has you feeling a strike of insecurity. because the truth is, that probably won't be you and sevika anytime soon. she doesn't even give you the time of day. you don't know what it is you've done to her, but she avoids you like the plague, never returning any of your offers of kindness or bonding. and it's beginning to sting really bad. if she can canoodle with a stranger (and, yeah, you're painfully aware it's a stranger, since her text said, "Hey. I met a girl at the bar tonight, is it okay if I bring her over?") well enough to have sex with her that very night, why can she barely spare you attention as her roommate?
the thought is a cold wash over your horniness, and all it leaves is a bitter taste on your tongue.
roommate!sevika who's giving you the most bewildered stare as you shake the soaked thong of the girl she brought home last night, yelling about how you're convinced that said girl stole one of your underwear after this one got ruined.
"how would you even know that?" sevika snickers, eyeing you in disbelief. "are you that anal?"
"my drawer was half open, sevika! and I never leave it like that because I'd knock into it on my way in otherwise!" you snap, your eyes wide and glossy with anger. sevika's honestly a bit unnerved by the sight -- she's never seen you this pissed, but jesus, she thought it'd take more than a singular, flimsy piece of fabric to get you to this state.
"it's just one pair," she deadpans. "I'm sorry serena -- or, selena, I don't know -- took it, but it's not that big of a big deal."
"maybe not for you, but it is for me! listen, I don't care if you don't know the names of the girls you bring here, or anything about them -- but, just make sure they're not a thieving dumbass, okay? is that enough for you?"
sevika's jaw shifts, irritation beginning to sizzle in her from the condescension layering your words. you're talking to her like she's a fucking child, tone taking on a faux sense of guidance.
"okay, listen, I'm sorry she took your underwear, okay? I'll buy you a new pair if you're that bent out of shape over it. but, you don't need to be such a piss baby about it."
your head flinches back, eyes sharpening in clear anger. sevika feels a twinge of guilt. she knows she fucked up, since ensuring the girl from last night didn't do anything out of line was her responsibility. but, your anger has her own defenses kicking in automatically, and she's equal measures embarrassed and angered at being spoken to this way.
"I have every right to be pissed if you're gonna be stupid about the people you bring in our apartment."
well, that manages to snap her out of it. "because I could just magically anticipate that she'd steal your shit? I get it, she did something shitty, but I couldn't have known that. I've got lots of skills, but that's not one of them."
you scoff, the noise loud and unabashed. "oh, trust me, you made a great display of your skills last night. not that you seem to fucking spare any of that attention to someone unless you're gonna get a good lay out of it."
sevika immediately freezes at that, her brain running into overdrive. your tone has shifted into something biting, but lowered with what seems like -- frustration? frustration not just at that girl, but at sevika herself. and if you're frustrated about sevika possessing an attentiveness that she spares only to certain people, then that must mean--
sevika snickers softly. oh, yeah, you've definitely given her an opening in this argument. "what, you jealous?"
immediately, you're spluttering, broken words and half-gasps flinging from your mouth, sentences barely strung together. it only heightens sevika's newfound delight in having found something to hold above your head.
"you are, aren't you? what, haven't had a good fuck lately? need me to get one of my boys to come over and take care of you?"
sevika can see the way you work your teeth behind your pursed lips, and it only causes her flame of amusement to burn brighter.
"first of all, I'm not fucking pitiful, okay? I can handle getting fucked. second of all, I'm not into guys, something you'd know if you even spoke to me for two fucking seconds."
sevika's eyes widen at that. this interaction definitely had her suspecting it, but to hear you confirm it only sends another wave of satisfaction, mingled with surprise, through her. so, you're gay and bitter over having no attention, and specifically not hers? you're making it too easy.
"so, what, you're into me?" she asks, her voice twisted with snark. "been wanting me this whole time? mad I'm not giving you attention?"
she knows it's risky to be goading her own roommate like this, flirting and teasing. but, she can't help it -- not when your mouth is finally shut and she knows she has something on you.
she stalks up to you slowly, using her height to her advantage as she dips her head down, staring at you with a piercing smirk. "well?"
your eyes are wide, blinking rapidly like a pretty little butterfly. they flicker down to her mouth, and sevika feels something stir in her gut at the sight. she's always been neutral about you, but there's something undeniably attractive about seeing you like this -- seething, wanting, in need of someone to take care of you. as her gaze roves over your features, she finds herself struck for the first time that you're, frankly, pretty good-looking.
but, then, you draw in a sharp breath, and sevika reels back in surprise when you hiss, "no."
she's left baffled as you whirl on your heel, stomping to your room, muttering out, "perverted jackass."
sevika chuckles at that. perverted jackass, huh?
roommate!sevika whose noises are so bothersome that you cover your ears, gritting your teeth at the rattling-headboard noises that are running through the apartment for the fifth fucking time in these past two weeks. how sevika manages to get this many girls in her bed is beyond your human capabilities. all you know is that it was never this often in the past. no, this -- this is fucking personal. you can feel it in the way she shoots you a haughty smirk the next morning, and how she encourages the people she's with to moan louder, move back faster. it's gotten to the point where you can even hear the fucking skin smacks.
it makes you utterly enraged. and impossibly soaked. but, for your own sense of justice and determination, you refuse to get off to the noises. in fact, everytime she continues her habit of asking you politely if she can bring someone over, you ensure to respond in as chipper a tone as possible. you don't want her thinking she's having an impact on you. you want to convey the self-image of being unbothered, unfazed and completely okay with every little dig she's attempting with you.
what makes you snap is when you're on your way to work one morning, and from where she's seated on the couch, lip bitten in frustration as she does a crossword puzzle like a fucking nerd, she says, "enjoyed the show last night? I can pick someone else up tonight. thought I'd ask in case you need to charge your vibrator in advance."
stay calm. stay calm. don't attack her. don't sit on her face.
"well," you drawl with a forced smile, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? so, your next girl can steal it for herself."
she immediately bursts into a loud round of laughter, her gap revealing itself unabashedly. your eyes linger on it, struck with a sudden bolt of fondness. it's one part of her that is unarguably adorable.
you turn away before she can catch you, heading to the kettle to pour the boiling water into your tumblr.
"wait, no," sevika calls out from the couch, eyes still fixed on the newspaper. "the counter."
your eyes curiously travel to the wooden surface, gulping in surprise when you see a fresh pot already made. you know sevika always drinks coffee before her shift at the mechanic's, but that's usually just a single cup. never an entire pot like this. "did you, uh, make this for me?"
"don't flatter yourself. just take some."
her voice is a grunt and no-nonsense, not allowing for her meaning to be minced whatsoever. she wants you taking the coffee, and that's that.
with a bitten smile, you pour it into your tumblr, the pleasant scent of it wafting through your nostrils. it's the brand you always use, the one you've offered to sevika before that she's never actually taken you up on. at least until now.
she's at least half-redeemed to you until she says, "just needed some energy after last night, you know? wait, what am I saying? you were listening, won't you?"
your skin stretches over your knuckles as you tightly grip the doorknob.
jackass.
roommate!sevika who you try to get back at by watching obscenely loud porn. sometimes, you touch yourself to it, while other times, you just let it play in the background while folding your laundry, or wiping the dust from your furniture. you know it's immature as fuck, and will probably never equate to the personal touch of her being the one to incite those noises when trying to piss you off. but, hey, if it keeps her up at night and pisses her off, you're more than content. and judging from the glares she silently shoots you in the morning, you can tell you're succeeding.
at least, until one day, she leans in from behind when you're making eggs, her mouth lowered to your ear, and mutters, "c'mon, you're easy on the eyes. can't be so hard to find someone that you resort to porn, right?"
your nostrils flare, nearly slamming down the pan on the stove. "oh, fuck off."
"don't you mean 'fuck me'?"
your mouth cracks into an almost-smile. it's one thing to wanna fuck sevika, it's a whole other thing to have your stomach tighten up from how funny she is. makes it all the harder to deal with your current predicament. "no, I mean 'fuck you,' actually -- thanks for helping with that clarification."
"anytime," she huffs in amusement, lightly smacking your shoulder, which sends you nearly tumbling from her strength.
you glare at her back as she leaves. god, it's a good back. you hate that she has a good back.
roommate!sevika who's almost... thankful for this situation? because paying more attention to you, being in your way more often, ends up revealing to her that she was, admittedly, a damn fool for not having taken notice of you earlier.
because you're smart. like, wicked smart. what she suspects is mostly out of spite, you've started leaning over her shoulder, your scent flooding her senses as you spoil the answers to her crossword puzzles. at first, she rolled her eyes, grumbling that she would've gotten it without your help. but, now, she anticipates your stupid antics before you can even think about disrupting her mood with it. that translates to her raising the newspaper to you right as you meet her in the kitchen, an action which you first met with a disapproving glare.
but, in a matter of days, you're sitting right next to her, a pencil in hand, the two of you debating over answers together and groaning in frustration whenever you get something wrong.
when you bump her arm, whining, "c'mon, I told you it was wrong!" she can feel her face heat up like some fucking teenager.
and when you roll your eyes when her answer ends up being the right on, it only eggs her on, the motion usually followed with her murmuring, "sorry, what was that again?"
whenever you two finish, she always says, "thanks for ruining it," to which you singsong, "anytime, sevika."
and she hates to admit it, but you're funny, too. there've been several times where she's actually been rendered silent from just how good a comeback of yours was, or where you said something that caught her so off guard she nearly laughed in a moment where she was just annoyed.
and fuck her, you're so fine. so goddamn fine.
a notion that seizes at her when you come out of your bedroom one evening, dressed from head to toe in clothes she certainly has never seen you in before. clothes you'd surely never wear to work or when lounging at home.
she licks her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling very, very dry. "what-- where are you--?"
"putting myself out there." you shrug, idly stroking a palm along your head, smoothing your hair. "I mean, it always works for you. and, you're right, porn can only do so much. I think it's time for me to, you know, actually try to get with someone."
sevika's jaw clenches. like the fuck you will. "no."
"what do you mean 'no'?" you scoff, swinging your bag over your shoulder. "I can do whatever I want."
"well, I'm not letting you do this," she snaps, standing from her seat on the couch and rushing to block you from the door.
"why not?"
"because I--" she cuts herself off, teeth pressing in together as her mind is shaken with an influx of thoughts. because what can she even say? it's not just about wanting to fuck, not anymore. she's actually interested now. so interested that it's been weeks since she last brought a girl over. no point in doing so if her mind is filled with thoughts of you touching yourself to the noises, anyways.
you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. "yes?"
she leans in closer, propping a hand next to where your shoulders rest along the door. there's an inexplicable urge tugging her forwards to you, and she doesn't have it in her to resist it. "because I," she rasps, her voice low and scratchy, "I want you safe."
jesus, is she an idiot?
your face is deadpan, not a twitch of expression in sight. "you do it all the time. besides, how will I learn unless I'm out there, doing it?" after a beat skips between you two, you add, "unless you wanna come with?"
sevika snorts. "you really think I'm gonna watch you fuck about with some other people who don't deserve you?"
you brace your head against the plane of the door, eyes tracing over her face, making sevika's skin tingle in response. "then, who does?" you mutter quietly.
your tone is no longer flat. it's raised in pitch a bit, almost sounding hopeful. sevika swallows hard, her own body beginning to tense in anticipation. she latches onto that audible sign, using it to propel her forward until her lips are ghosting yours.
"me, you idiot."
and with that, she cups your face, drawing you into a soft kiss, your chapstick-smeared lips thick and slippery against hers.
roommate!sevika who makes you come so many times that night that you lose track. first with her head between your thighs, mouthing at your clit, fingers pumping into your hole as she spreads you loose and open. her lips wrap around the stiffened bud, drawing it in in tight, sharp sucks, the pressure of the movements making your legs tremble around her head, pressing into her ears without relent.
"damn, you trying to suffocate me?" she murmurs against your clit, the vibrations of her words making you whimper.
"it's what you deserve," you chuckle once the fog has cleared a bit, the noise dissolving into a whine when her tongue darts out, flapping over your clit with hard presses up and down, up and down.
"you're right," she hums, pressing a soft kiss to the spot just as her fingers curl up and begin stroking your g-spot, making streams of pleasure pulse from your pussy into your tummy, which tightens in anticipation. "I've been a dick to you, huh? I'll make it up to you tonight."
and make it up she does, her strap plunging into you and stretching your hole into a dull ache as her strong fingers hook onto her headboard, raising herself over you as your hips smack together. the mix of lube and your juices send filthy little squelches flowing through the room, and the noise only adds to the whirlwind of pleasure she's throwing you into without pause.
when she kisses you hard, making you whine as her fingers wrap around your throat and her tongue shoves into you, you can't resist quipping through your moans, "gotta say -- those girls had a point."
she chuckles against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. "and I was going easy on them. just wait till I'm done with you."
roommate!sevika who wraps her arm around you when smoking her cigarette afterwards. after lying together with nothing but some faded music playing in the background for a few minutes, she presses a tentative, slow kiss to your head, muttering, "I wish I had started talking to you earlier on."
you blink in surprise from the words, the tenderness of the moment sending a flood of emotions through you. you don't want to sound needy, but now that the topic has been brought up, a part of you aches for reassurance, wishing for the hollow part of you her initial avoidance had bore to be filled. "was it because I seemed uninteresting, or...?"
"no, no," she immediately cuts in, her voice hard. "I just wasn't interested in bonding with any roommate. never have been." her nails gently skim along your arm, and her voice lowers before confessing, "I thought you were sweet, though."
that sends satisfaction pumping through you, and you need to purse your lips together to halt a wide smile from breaking over your face. "yeah?"
"yeah, until you started being a little fucking menace," she whispers with a grin, her hand snaking down to squeeze your ass, a motion which nearly sends you moaning.
"hey, you started it with your panty-stealing girl."
"my panty-stealing girl?" she asks incredulously, her chin pointing down to shoot you a wide-eyed look. "you think I'm gonna call anyone mine except you now?"
feeling suddenly bashful from the bold declaration, you nuzzle into her neck, your face heating up. "I don't know."
"huh, you know, you're cute like this. docile, quiet--"
"oh, fuck off."
she laughs, lightly pinching your arm, which sends you squealing. "eh, I knew it only could've lasted so long."
"like you'd have it any other way."
she takes a drag, the corner of her lips curling up. "got a point there."
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When I reblog any post that mentions fat bodies or “fat stomach” in the context of lesbian or queer relationships, it's because fat lesbian representation is nonexistent, especially for black lesbians and lesbians of color.
I’ve never seen a show or a story where a plus-size lesbian may be careful what she (or any pronouns) orders on the first date because she doesn't want to be judged, or she may not be able to wear her partner's clothes because her partner is a small or medium. She's an extra-large or plus-size.
I’ve never seen a show or a story where a plus-size lesbian can't sit on her partner's lap because she’s nervous or just can't, or her partner can't lift them and put them on the counter to make out with them.
Many romantic media lack universal experiences that individuals in bigger bodies may have, as well as their emotional and thought processes.
Popularized media romantic/ intimate gestures are for slimmer bodies; the same way the media lacks in queer representation, it's lacking in plus-size representation in romance.
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