You’d brought in good grades, good attitude, good college acceptance letters—but nothing is enough for those soul suckers that call themselves your parents.

The day you came out as queer, they kicked you out.

You’d turned up on Sevika’s doorstep with tears running down your cheeks, smudging your mascara in black streaks across your cheeks as you bawled your eyes out like a baby, hugging her and complaining about how they kicked you out.

Sevika—with her several years of more experience than you—wasn’t too surprised. But she wasn’t inhuman either.

So she asked you to stay with her.

You didn’t want to believe your ears at the start, but she was sure. And since then there hadn’t been a single day that she held it over your head as leverage of any sort.

She really was your dream woman.

So the day when you finally told her;

“Mom wants me to spend Thanksgiving holidays with them.”

Sevika got concerned.

“Are you sure you want to go?”

“I tried denying it, she showed up at my work place.”

You saw the way her jaw clenched. Anger. Unfiltered anger for all the emotional manipulation and abuse you’d been through.

“No. You’re not going.”

“Sevika—”

“That’s final.”

“Sevika, you don’t get to make that decision for me.”

Sevika’s eyes softened a little. “I know.” She paused, “I’m sorry.”

You sat down on the couch. Sevika knelt in front of you without even hesitating, and took both your hands in hers.

“Only go if you actually want to go.”

“I don’t, but it isn’t really any option right now, Sev…”

Sevika nodded. “I understand… when do you get back?”

“Right after thanksgiving, I don’t want to spend another moment stuck with them.”

“You could just file for a restraining order.”

Sevika noticed the way your eyes flicked down. Sad. Upset. Disappointed. Not at Sevika. But the thought alone that you had a family so insane you would potentially have to resort to legal means to get them to leave you alone after they disowned you, like you didn’t mean everything to them when you let them suck you dry for everything you had.

“I know.”

The weight of those words landed heavier than expected.

Sevika got up, “take your time, angel. Let me know if you need anything at all, okay?”

“Thank you, baby.” You held her hand for a second, looking back up at her, “you mean a lot to me, y’know?”

Sevika smiled. Almost solemn.

And nodded.

The next morning, you’d gone back to your parents house, dressed in clothes that didn’t even feel like you to begin with. You saw the judgement in your mother’s eyes as she hugged you, and kissed you on your cheeks.

“Oh my babygirl, you have grown up so much since we’ve last seen you!”

You forced a smile.

“Yeah… how have you been, mom?”

“Good, good. As good as a mother can be when her daughter leaves her behind.”

You heard footsteps coming down the staircase. You looked over and saw your father. He held his chin up, judgemental as ever as he slowly descended down the steps. You could feel your shoulders shrinking already.

“You’re here.” He acknowledged.

“I’m— I don’t know for sure if both of you want me here. Mom stopped by at work and asked me to—”

“Of course, we want you here!” Your mom pressed. “We’re not like you, dear. We’re very open-minded, yes?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Even if you went ahead to marry that… What’s her name again?”

“Sevika.”

“Yes, that… even if you went ahead to do that, we are still your parents and we love you.”

If she used the word “love” again in that context, you were sure you’d throw up right there.

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When you came back, you only made it a few steps back into the shared space before your purse slipped off your shoulder and landed on the ground.

Sevika, who had been lounging on the couch with a cigar in hand, instantly stubbed it out to run to you.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?”

You couldn’t stop the tears from coming. “They haven’t changed at all…”

“I’m sorry to hear that, baby.” she rubbed your back, “come on, let’s get you freshened up.”

You didn’t have to lift a finger.

Sevika did it all for you. She helped you brush your teeth and held your hair back so you could wash your face. Usually where it had always been either you cooking or Sevika ordering takeout—she cooked tonight.

Very elaborately too.

“I can imagine you didn’t eat a lot,” she said, scooping a spoonful of perfectly cooked rice, “come on, open wide.”

You complied, letting her feed you as you sat there on the couch, hugging a cushion against your chest.

“They told me I’m using you for your money and that soon I’ll realise it’s only your money I’m in love with.”

Sevika scoffed softly, “they can think whatever they want to. I know it’s not true.”

You smiled slightly. “How did I get lucky with the best woman in the world?”

Sevika chuckled.

“Universe decided you need me.”

You giggled. “I love you so much, Sevika.”

You looked back at the dark ceiling. The fan creaked obnoxiously, spinning slowly. You stared at it, lost in thought.

The night was windy. You could smell the dirt in the air. As if rain was coming. But rain wasn’t what you were worried about.

What you were worried about was the economic situation in Zaun—most people didn’t even have a roof over their heads, let alone a fan that creaked like an unborn animal at night.

You shook your head.

Thinking about the problems wouldn’t magically bring forth a solution.

You knew restoring was pretty much what everyone in Zaun tried to do, but nevertheless the hopelessness that had settled in your stomach over the last few days never really decreased.

You turned to your side.

And almost screamed.

“Sev—?! What the fuck!?” You backed off a little. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Sevika laughed. You did too.

Both were strained.

“You’re bothered.” Sevika noted.

“You are too.” You replied.

Sevika exhaled through her nose. “Yeah.”

A pause.

“What’re you worried about?” You scooted closer as if she were telling you a secret.

Sevika smiled and wrapped her flesh arm around you, “nothin’, babe.”

“Tell me, don’t just lie to my face.”

Sevika buried the lower half of your face against your hair and breathed in deeply, “just a lot on my mind.”

“Same…” you muttered, burying your face in her chest.

Sevika was warm. She always generated heat like a fucking heater especially when you both cuddled the bodily temperature difference between you both was always so contrasting. Sevika’s arm didn’t move from around you, as if she was protecting you from everything stressful in Zaun with her embrace alone.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen… y’know with everything going on with Topside—”

“—I know, baby.” She said, and repeated just for good measure, “I know…”

You held her tighter. “Will things ever get better, Sev?”

“You want me to be honest?”

“Mhm…”

“Not anytime soon,” she kissed the top of your head, “but good thing we’re together, I’m makin’ sure you ain’t ever gonna suffer their wrath.”

You smiled into her chest, “I love you, Sevika.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

“You always protect me. And you keep me safe… but who’s gonna keep you safe?”

For a second, none of you spoke.

The only sound was of the ceiling fan that screamed in different pitches with every rotation.

Then—Sevika answered in a low voice;

“I don’t need protection, I have you.”

But you were too invested in the kiss shared between you and Ran.

Sevika knew you both are in an open relationship which means you both hoe around pretty much every chance you get, but that didn’t make the jealousy feel any better.

She wanted to feel your lips against hers too.

The soft plush feel of them against her own. The thought alone made Sevika’s teeth grit so hard her jaw hurt. Ran had their arms wrapped around your entire torso in a way that was more claiming than anything—Sevika, on the other hand, was fuming with barely controlled jealousy.

“Don’t do anything, don’t do anything,” she told herself, “it’s normal, you do this kinda shit as well…”

But then you moved closer, holding Ran’s face and you muttered,

“You’re so handsome, baby.”

It was like something in Sevika snapped. She pulled you off the other’s body, holding you with an iron-clad grip on your upper arm.

“You’re comin’ with me.” Sevika growled.

You giggled softly. “What’s wrong, baby? You’re all red in the face.”

Your words only egged her on more. She took one look at Ran, and the way their shirt was disheveled from your relentless kissing, your lipstick smudged on their lips a little too perfectly for Sevika’s liking.

Seeing the way Sevika glared, Ran was sure this was the time to leave you to her. So they got up, and slowly backed away, muttering, “take your time…”

“You had real fun, huh? Kissin’ someone that ain’t me?” She grabbed your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours before she dragged you to the bathroom. The bathroom was poorly lit, and one of the sinks leaked with an annoying water dropping sound.

Sevika pushed you over the sink tops and pulled your hips up, hands on your body so firmly she was sure she was leaving bruises in her wake. She pulled you up and ground her front against your back.

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip to prevent more sounds from seeping out but Sevika had other plans.

That’s when you felt the visible bulge.

She was packing strap in her pants.

It made you gasp and grab the sink for support—knowing fully well you would need all that you could get.

She zipped herself enough for the silicone dick to jut out and shoved inside—you moaned.

“Oh my gosh!”

Sevika fucked herself in you all the way, letting you feel just how thick the shaft of the toy was. You couldn’t help drooling slightly from the overwhelming pleasure. When she looked in the mirror, she saw your fucked out face and that made her fuck you harder.

Every slam of her hips forward made you lose your breath, cum and discharge leaking around the toy. You didn’t even know when you came.

The sound of Sevika’s huffed breaths made you drool more into the sink. Your eyes caught sight of the way you looked in the mirror. You looked like a fucking mess.

Sevika slapped your ass, grabbing a good handful of your meaty figure before she squeezed and slapped again.

“Fuck, baby. Squeeze my dick. You little— God, you really love makin’ me jealous, don’t you?”

You mumbled something you yourself couldn’t comprehend before reaching down with your hand and rubbing your clit in lazy circles.

The sight of it made Sevika groan, “slut. You’re such a fucking slut. You’re my slut.”

“I am…” you whispered, rubbing yourself faster.

You felt tingly. Body buzzing with energy as Sevika pumped her strap in your cunt. Your liquids dripped around the toy’s length and onto the dirty bathroom floor.

It smelled like sex in there, and maybe that was what made Sevika fuck you faster—if it was even humanely possible.

“Cum.”

“I already did.”

“Again.”

“No” wasn’t even an option anymore. You didn’t mind. You held the sink hard enough for your knuckles to turn white, Sevika thrusts deep and hard before pulling out all the way and sinking back inside—so deep you felt her strap bullying your cervix.

Then—you came with a sudden gush of pussy juices.

The bathroom floor was fucking filthy by the time you both were done. But you didn’t care and neither did she, she helped you up and seated you on the bathroom counter—kissing you fervently.