DO NOT FUCKING TELL ME THE ROOM NUMBER WHERE ILYA AND SHANE FIRST FUCKED IS THE EXACT SAME NUMBER OF PHIL LESTERS FUCKING APARTMENT OR I WILL EXPLODE. WHAT THE FUCK.
As a lesbian, i love enaging with mlm the way i love watching men at the Olympics: the complete safety of knowing I won't be expected to participate, but the audacity to think i know better than the judges
haven’t been on tumblr for a good two months but holy shit this lesbian relationship is make me go INSANEEEEEEEEEE FUCKKKKKK I need to let it out
I’ve only ever talked w women but i’ve never been in an actual relationship right…and I thought ppl were js exaggerating about their first wlw relationship going down terribly FUCKK NOOO THERES NO EXAGGERATION OH MY GODDDD IM GOING FUCKING INSANE RIGHT I CANT DO THIS KILL ME KILL MEEEEEEEEE i actually want to pull out my hair HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG W ME WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT
i genuinely don’t even want to end it bc i’m js thinking about how good we were doing our first two months but like…??????????????? like like like like like like what happened?????????????????????? why am I hearing from my friends she doesn’t gaf about me anymore?????? why did everyone have to pry us off of each other everyday before????? but now you’re telling me to leave??????? ??? huh huh huh huh huh huh huhhhhhhhh????????
If you ever see Sevika with a bossy barking woman who can easily manipulate her bc Sevika is too down bad to say anything, don’t save her, she’s exactly where she wants to be
TAGS: slight somno, cum swallowing, squirting, filthy oral <3
★ You didn't let Sevika get up that morning, your mouth already starting to work on getting her boxers off. You slid them off, tugging them with your teeth. You found her sensitive clit, exposing it to the cold air but not for long as your very warm mouth covered the sensitive bundle of nerves. You didn't waste a second, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked it with a loud wet sound. Sevika almost screamed, jolting awake.
"Holy mother of Janna!" She looked at you between her legs, "what's gotten into you!?" She half-yelled, voice raspy from sleep. You had the audacity to shrug and continue sucking on her pussy, letting your nose dig into her clit as you continued licking her hole. "You're so wet, mmm..."
"Freak," Sevika muttered but there was no heat behind her voice. Just exasperation. But you didn't stop, you pushed your hair back as you spread her cunt lips using your fingers and gave it a wet suck making Sevika arch her back, pushing closer to your tongue and a slow stream of squirt touched your tongue. Mission accomplished.
★ This started when once Sevika had stumbled home after a rather smug gambling night and she was feeling cocky so she demanded you'd get on your knees and give her head. You don't even bother. Initially Sevika had planned to put the strap on and make you choke on her big dick but you didn't wait for her to grab the harness. You lunged, arms snaking around her thighs as you dived for her pussy.
Your tongue instantly started licking up her slick as you moaned at the taste. "Baby, so good, mmm, I want more," you muttered before you tilted your head to get a better angle, her bush tickling your face but you didn't pay it heed. It covered with sleek too as you made loud slurping sounds which were borderline embarrassing but hey, if you're eating well, then you're eating well. "Look at you, eager little thing for me, aren't you?" Sevika grabbed ahold of your hair, riding your face. Sevika raised one leg over the couch arm, "fuck yeah, eat it well."
You moaned into her pussy, sending vibrations up it making Sevika have to bite her lips to hold back her slutty moans. You didn't even glance up, eyes closed with content as Sevika pushed your head deeper into her puffy, wet cunt. "Cum on me," you whispered and continued eating her out as if this was what you were made for— honestly, you were considering that too.
Sevika grabbed your face, angling it perfectly as she came all over your tongue, head thrown back and jaw slack. Your eyes shone with excitement and you darted your tongue out like a bitch in heat. "Yeah, you like that?" Sevika smirked, "now swallow." You swallowed, opening your mouth for more— tongue out and everything.
i WAS crushing HARD on this masc girl on campus and I js found out she’s an extreme maga supporter…her bsf literally told me she’s gay and i’m js in utter shock rn. i’ve never lost feelings that fast.
bitches really be voting against their own rights like holy shit you’re a complete idiot
summary : a random encounter with a pit-fighter led to her obsession with you.
c/w : mean!sevika, sfw, obsessive!sevika, mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, not proofread.
w/c : 1.2k
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who met reader at the last drop after a match.
the disheveled woman stumbled over to the bar, hastily taking a seat. her burly arms were covered in wrapped stained bandaged, her face and collarbone painted with bruises, and an eyepatch placed on her right eye. it was menacing, noteworthy, a sight that would make people turn away.
she waved over to a bartender, hunched over as her rough knuckles held her up on the bars table.
"whiskey, neat" she simply said, but with her appearance it seemed like a demand.
the woman immediately downed the drink, wiping her mouth away with her arm. the left over whiskey seeped into her bandages, further staining them.
"another" she spoke with a gesture. there was nothing more she wanted to do than drink her thoughts away. the fighter didn't get her drink though.
"you alright?" the bartender questioned with furrowed eyebrows.
the mysterious woman's eye's rose from the wooden bar to make eye contact with the bartender. her eyes narrowed. so dark but so full of emotion. every move of her's was intentional, nothing uncoordinated.
"I asked for another" her jaw locked, a hand resting on her thigh to hold her aching body up.
this caught the bartender off guard, her bottom lip falling low -- she wanted to say something.
"oh, sorry...It's just--"
"are you a new hire?"
"yes...?" she tilted her head a little, a look of confusion.
the beaten woman chuckled. her lips formed into a chuckle, but her eye's didn't show the same.
"nevermind." her hand slipped into the pocket of her leather jacket, slipping out a pack of cigars, "i'm fine, jus' get me another whiskey."
her lighter flicked open, lighting the butt of her cigar.
she blew the smoke right in your face every time you handed her a drink.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who you had no idea was until you overheard someone taunting her about her upcoming fight.
"fucking hell..." sevika muttered to herself as she sat down at the bar -- the same spot she'd sit at everyday.
she reached over the bar to grab a couple of napkins to clean up the blood over her knuckles and tank top from smashing a guys face into the ground.
"you're a pit-fighter?" you walked over, ignoring the fact she had just beaten up a guy, and immediately placing a glass of whiskey in front of her. that had explained her appearance.
"you didn't know?" she cocked an eyebrow up, placing the glass to her lips.
"no...I thought you just got into a lot of fights." you admitted, pouring the individuals next to sevika a drink, "I didn't even know your name until now."
sevika chuckled. this time, her eyes matched her smirk.
"you're clueless."
"I'm not into pit-fighting."
"yeah, but I'm here everyday. you don't pick up on it?" she fiddled with her unlit cigar in one hand, a little blood still leaking out of her cuts.
"well, now I feel dumb." you hand her another glass of whiskey.
"you are." sevika took the glasses and traced a finger over the rim, "my match is tomorrow. y'should come see what the hype's about." she began to tap her cigar on the table. impatient. enticing.
"I'll bet on you." your tongue ran across your inner cheek, staring at the cigar sevika was bumping on the table.
"won't disappoint." something in her eyes fired up.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika... who ended up winning the match because of the thought of you being there.
motivation. last match it was the prize money and pride. this time, it was you. it was the thought of proving herself to you, showing you what she could do.
you never flinched with her. no matter how roughened up she was, or if she had just finished throw a guy across the bar, not even when she blew her cigar smoke in your face -- you never flinched. there was no fear.
her eyes glanced over the crowd of people watching up above. sevika attempted to spot you, her hood low over her face. then, there you were; sitting aimlessly by yourself up in the back. your hands were clamped together, neck sticking out to observe the pit. the fighter bit her lip to hide her smirk.
during the fight she would periodically peek up at you. it put her in a trance, something she's never felt before. eunoia -- her mind felt cleared, cleaned, like being carved into something new.
the final blow knocked out her opponent. her blood pressure spiked, veins throbbing, adrenaline rushing.
sevika panted, not because she was tired, but because she'd found it.
the referee raised her hand up as the winner, the crowd cheering. the young fighter looked up at the dozens above her.
she couldn't spot you. her jaw clenched.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who became addicted to your gaze.
you were a drug. the kind sevika couldn't become tolerant to. the kind that gave her a long-term buzz. the kind she'd bite the skin of her fingers for. her gums throbbed at the thought of you.
every night the fighter pestered you.
she didn't need alcohol anymore. her drink would sweat across the table all night, ice melted. the thing that got her drunk was your gaze, your amusing smile, the un-fearing look.
you'd noticed her changing demeanor. sevika came by every night with a cigar hanging low in the lips, hands picking at her own skin. you swore her eyes would even change color: a light purple.
her mysterious persona faltered.
"you're coming tomorrow, right?" the phrase sevika always used.
you pursed your lips, "can't. I'm closing tomorrow."
sevika's eye's went back to gray, eyebrows coming low.
"what?" baffled, "I'll tell silco to let you off." she shook her head. her lips met the glass of whiskey for the first time that night.
"no--it's fine. I need the extra hours. I've had too many days off." you waved your hand, shaking your head in unison. even though you denied, it still made your heart fluttered that she cared that much that she'd go the extra mile and ask silco.
"oh. that's fine."
she barely spoke the rest of that night.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who skipped her match just to see you.
you sighed with exhaustion, locking the door behind you shut.
there hadn't been as many customers as usually tonight; all of them at the pit fighters match.
even with the few amount of people, you felt even more tired than usual. it was the atmosphere. the bustling atmosphere was what kept you going. the interactions with sevika was what made the job less unbearable.
but, without anyone there it felt lonely.
you stuck your clammy hands in the pockets of your jacket as you began to walk out of the property. something stopped you in your tracks.
there was a woman sitting on a bench. unusual for how late it was. it frightened you.
the woman looked up, the light of their cigar catching your attention. it smelt like the same one's sevika smoked.
once the woman's pair of eyes set on you, you finally realized it was her. the gray, sometimes purple, eyed pit-fighter that came to you everyday.
"sevika?" you spoke up, shuffling towards her, "holy shit you scared me. I thought you were a random lady planning my murder."
smoke escaped her nose, her eyes dragging lasers across your body.
"you were scared?" her eyes stayed the gray but they gathered more light.
you nodded.
"don't you have a match?" sevika stood up. her heavy feet making her way towards her.
"skipped."
you cocked an eyebrow up, lips parted, "what? why?"
"no motivation."
a/n: dude this was going so well until towards the end I started hating it and thought it was boring but whatever.
I kinda wanna make a part 2 to this. lemme know if y'all want one!! thanks for reading.
summary : a random encounter with a pit-fighter led to her obsession with you.
c/w : mean!sevika, sfw, obsessive!sevika, mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, not proofread.
w/c : 1.2k
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who met reader at the last drop after a match.
the disheveled woman stumbled over to the bar, hastily taking a seat. her burly arms were covered in wrapped stained bandaged, her face and collarbone painted with bruises, and an eyepatch placed on her right eye. it was menacing, noteworthy, a sight that would make people turn away.
she waved over to a bartender, hunched over as her rough knuckles held her up on the bars table.
"whiskey, neat" she simply said, but with her appearance it seemed like a demand.
the woman immediately downed the drink, wiping her mouth away with her arm. the left over whiskey seeped into her bandages, further staining them.
"another" she spoke with a gesture. there was nothing more she wanted to do than drink her thoughts away. the fighter didn't get her drink though.
"you alright?" the bartender questioned with furrowed eyebrows.
the mysterious woman's eye's rose from the wooden bar to make eye contact with the bartender. her eyes narrowed. so dark but so full of emotion. every move of her's was intentional, nothing uncoordinated.
"I asked for another" her jaw locked, a hand resting on her thigh to hold her aching body up.
this caught the bartender off guard, her bottom lip falling low -- she wanted to say something.
"oh, sorry...It's just--"
"are you a new hire?"
"yes...?" she tilted her head a little, a look of confusion.
the beaten woman chuckled. her lips formed into a chuckle, but her eye's didn't show the same.
"nevermind." her hand slipped into the pocket of her leather jacket, slipping out a pack of cigars, "i'm fine, jus' get me another whiskey."
her lighter flicked open, lighting the butt of her cigar.
she blew the smoke right in your face every time you handed her a drink.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who you had no idea was until you overheard someone taunting her about her upcoming fight.
"fucking hell..." sevika muttered to herself as she sat down at the bar -- the same spot she'd sit at everyday.
she reached over the bar to grab a couple of napkins to clean up the blood over her knuckles and tank top from smashing a guys face into the ground.
"you're a pit-fighter?" you walked over, ignoring the fact she had just beaten up a guy, and immediately placing a glass of whiskey in front of her. that had explained her appearance.
"you didn't know?" she cocked an eyebrow up, placing the glass to her lips.
"no...I thought you just got into a lot of fights." you admitted, pouring the individuals next to sevika a drink, "I didn't even know your name until now."
sevika chuckled. this time, her eyes matched her smirk.
"you're clueless."
"I'm not into pit-fighting."
"yeah, but I'm here everyday. you don't pick up on it?" she fiddled with her unlit cigar in one hand, a little blood still leaking out of her cuts.
"well, now I feel dumb." you hand her another glass of whiskey.
"you are." sevika took the glasses and traced a finger over the rim, "my match is tomorrow. y'should come see what the hype's about." she began to tap her cigar on the table. impatient. enticing.
"I'll bet on you." your tongue ran across your inner cheek, staring at the cigar sevika was bumping on the table.
"won't disappoint." something in her eyes fired up.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika... who ended up winning the match because of the thought of you being there.
motivation. last match it was the prize money and pride. this time, it was you. it was the thought of proving herself to you, showing you what she could do.
you never flinched with her. no matter how roughened up she was, or if she had just finished throw a guy across the bar, not even when she blew her cigar smoke in your face -- you never flinched. there was no fear.
her eyes glanced over the crowd of people watching up above. sevika attempted to spot you, her hood low over her face. then, there you were; sitting aimlessly by yourself up in the back. your hands were clamped together, neck sticking out to observe the pit. the fighter bit her lip to hide her smirk.
during the fight she would periodically peek up at you. it put her in a trance, something she's never felt before. eunoia -- her mind felt cleared, cleaned, like being carved into something new.
the final blow knocked out her opponent. her blood pressure spiked, veins throbbing, adrenaline rushing.
sevika panted, not because she was tired, but because she'd found it.
the referee raised her hand up as the winner, the crowd cheering. the young fighter looked up at the dozens above her.
she couldn't spot you. her jaw clenched.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who became addicted to your gaze.
you were a drug. the kind sevika couldn't become tolerant to. the kind that gave her a long-term buzz. the kind she'd bite the skin of her fingers for. her gums throbbed at the thought of you.
every night the fighter pestered you.
she didn't need alcohol anymore. her drink would sweat across the table all night, ice melted. the thing that got her drunk was your gaze, your amusing smile, the un-fearing look.
you'd noticed her changing demeanor. sevika came by every night with a cigar hanging low in the lips, hands picking at her own skin. you swore her eyes would even change color: a light purple.
her mysterious persona faltered.
"you're coming tomorrow, right?" the phrase sevika always used.
you pursed your lips, "can't. I'm closing tomorrow."
sevika's eye's went back to gray, eyebrows coming low.
"what?" baffled, "I'll tell silco to let you off." she shook her head. her lips met the glass of whiskey for the first time that night.
"no--it's fine. I need the extra hours. I've had too many days off." you waved your hand, shaking your head in unison. even though you denied, it still made your heart fluttered that she cared that much that she'd go the extra mile and ask silco.
"oh. that's fine."
she barely spoke the rest of that night.
⁀➴ youngpitfighter!sevika...who skipped her match just to see you.
you sighed with exhaustion, locking the door behind you shut.
there hadn't been as many customers as usually tonight; all of them at the pit fighters match.
even with the few amount of people, you felt even more tired than usual. it was the atmosphere. the bustling atmosphere was what kept you going. the interactions with sevika was what made the job less unbearable.
but, without anyone there it felt lonely.
you stuck your clammy hands in the pockets of your jacket as you began to walk out of the property. something stopped you in your tracks.
there was a woman sitting on a bench. unusual for how late it was. it frightened you.
the woman looked up, the light of their cigar catching your attention. it smelt like the same one's sevika smoked.
once the woman's pair of eyes set on you, you finally realized it was her. the gray, sometimes purple, eyed pit-fighter that came to you everyday.
"sevika?" you spoke up, shuffling towards her, "holy shit you scared me. I thought you were a random lady planning my murder."
smoke escaped her nose, her eyes dragging lasers across your body.
"you were scared?" her eyes stayed the gray but they gathered more light.
you nodded.
"don't you have a match?" sevika stood up. her heavy feet making her way towards her.
"skipped."
you cocked an eyebrow up, lips parted, "what? why?"
"no motivation."
a/n: dude this was going so well until towards the end I started hating it and thought it was boring but whatever.
I kinda wanna make a part 2 to this. lemme know if y'all want one!! thanks for reading.
I have only done femmes in my blog, but I'm willing to write for other types !! the thing that makes me kinda iffy about it is b/c idk if I'll be able to portray a more masculine reader w masculine mannerisms as well.
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