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[pearlzxx]

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masterlist:

arcane:

8/17: sugar on my tongue (sevika x reader | smut) 8/17: oh, my angel (caitlyn x reader | smutish) 8/30: honey, was it enough? (sevika x reader | smut)

tlou:

8/16: bsf!abby headcannons (sfw) 8/29: you wanna know what i going on down there? (ellie x reader | smut) 8/29: untouched, xo (ellie x reader | smut) 8/30: "she knows so much about these things" (abby x reader | smut)

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[when-you-fail]

[honeyed-dyke]

anything a man can do a butch can do better

[pearlzxx]

but you know i stay.. ⋆˖.☘︎ ݁˖

pairing: bigclit!sevika x reader

warning: sex... pet names (slut, good girl, etc.), sevika has a big clit..? oral, scissoring, etc. its smut!

you’re on your knees in front of her, hands trembling as they hover over her thighs. sevika leans back, her posture relaxed but commanding, one hand gripping the edge of the chair while the other trails down her stomach to her exposed cunt. her clit is impossibly swollen, thick and proud, already glistening with her arousal. it’s no wonder she’s been teasing you about it all night, her voice low and taunting, promising you an experience you won’t forget. “look at you,” she purrs, her smirk widening as she watches you struggle to keep your composure. “such a needy little slut for me already. tell me what you want.”

your mouth feels dry, but the words spill out anyway, desperate and shaky. “i want to taste you. please, let me...” she cuts you off with a sharp laugh, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “not yet,” she says, dragging a finger along her clit, making it twitch under her touch. “you haven’t earned it. beg better than that.”

your cheeks burn, but the ache between your legs is impossible to ignore. you lean forward, pressing your forehead against her thigh, your voice trembling as you try again. “please, sevika. i need to feel you. i need it so bad. i’ll do anything, just let me-” this time, she doesn’t interrupt. instead, she spreads her legs wider, her clit practically begging for attention. “good girl. you can start with this.”

you waste no time, leaning in to press your mouth against her thick clit, licking it slowly at first, feeling the way it pulses under your tongue. sevika lets out a low groan, her hips jerking slightly as you tighten your lips around it, sucking gently. “fuck, that’s it,” she mutters, her hand tangling in your hair to pull you closer. “you’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? sucking on my clit like it’s all you were made for.”

her words send a jolt of heat through you, and you moan against her, your tongue working harder now, lapping up every drop of her wetness. the taste of her is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough, your hands gripping her thighs to hold yourself steady as you devour her. “you’re a natural,” she breathes, her fingers tightening in your hair. “but don’t get too comfortable. i’m not done with you yet.”

before you can respond, she tugs your head back, surprising you with the force of it. “stand up,” she orders, her voice firm. you scramble to obey, your legs wobbly as you rise to your feet. she doesn’t give you a chance to recover, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the bed. you stumble after her, your heart pounding as she pushes you down onto the mattress. “get on your back,” she says, and you follow without hesitation, spreading your legs open for her.

sevika climbs on top of you, straddling your hips with practiced ease. her swollen clit brushes against you wet slit, and you gasp at the contact, your hips jerking upward instinctively. “look at you,” she murmurs, grinding against you slowly, letting you feel every inch of her thickness. “so fucking desperate for me. tell me what you really want.”

“i want you inside me,” you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets as she teases you with short, deliberate thrusts. “please, sevika. put your clit in me... i need it...” she smirks at your pleading, reaching down to position herself against your entrance. “you’re such a greedy little slut,” she says, pushing forward just enough to make you cry out. “but fine. since you asked so nicely.”

with that, she thrusts deeper, and you nearly scream at the sensation of her thick clit stretching you open. it’s not much, but it’s enough to make your vision blur as she starts to move, rocking her hips against yours in slow, deep strokes. “how’s that feel?” she asks, her voice dripping with mockery. “you wanted this so bad... does it feel good getting stuffed full of my clit?”

you nod frantically, unable to form words as pleasure rips through you. she’s not even fully inside you, but the way she’s fucking you is enough to make your toes curl, every thrust sending shockwaves through your body. “fuck... yes... it’s so good..” you sob, your hands flying to her hips to try and pull her closer. “more... please..?”

she laughs at your desperation but obliges, slamming into you harder until you’re gasping for air. “you’re insatiable,” she mutters, leaning down to nip at your neck. she punctuates the word with another sharp thrust, and you feel yourself clenching around her tightly, your orgasm already building.

“i’m close...” you whimper, your voice breaking as sevika’s thick clit pushes deeper into you with every thrust. her rhythm is relentless, each movement sending searing waves of pleasure through your trembling body. your fingers dig into her hips, desperately trying to anchor yourself as she slams into you, the sound of your wetness filling the room. “please... don’t stop...”

sevika leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she growls, “you think i’d stop now, you greedy little slut? i’m not done with you yet.” her words send a shiver down your spine, and you let out a strangled moan as she grinds against you harder, her clit pressing against just the right spot inside you. your back arches off the bed, your legs wrapping around her waist to pull her closer, begging for more.

“you feel that?” she taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. “you’re taking it like such a desperate little bitch.” her words are cruel, but they only make you wetter, your body responding to her dominance in ways you can’t control. your orgasm is so close now, teetering on the edge, and you know she can feel it too by the way your pussy clenches around her.

“come on,” she sneers, her pace quickening as she drives into you with ruthless precision. “let me feel you cum. show me what a good little slut you are.” your vision blurs as the pressure builds, your breath coming in sharp gasps as she fucks you closer and closer to the edge. “fuck... yes... i’m gonna-!” you choke out, your body tightening around her as pleasure overtakes you.

without warning, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you scream her name. sevika doesn’t stop, her thrusts only growing more intense as she rides out your climax, her clit pressing deep inside you with every movement. “that’s it,” she mutters, her voice low and approving. “good girl. take it all.”

you’re still trembling from the intensity of it when sevika finally pulls away, leaving you gaping and dripping. she smirks down at you, her swollen clit glistening with your combined wetness. “don’t think we’re done yet,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. “you’ve got plenty more to do for me.”

an: someone requested big clit sev and i lowkey wrote this months ago and just hadnt edited it.... im back though...!!! i hate this fic, i dont really like how its written.. but the 2 and a half fans are hungry

taglist: @andyslovingwife @sstrangerinthealps @arcaneadvi

[arcaneadvi]

i was so hungry for this fic 🥹

[pearlzxx]

addi i literally love u i keep writing FOR ADDI ONLY

[pearlzxx]

i think that phoebe bridger's punisher has to be the best thing thats ever happened to me

[pearlzxx]

nerd!masc!reader x sevika (⎚_⎚)

pairing: nerd!masc!reader x sevika!!!

content warnings: no smut, a couple kisses, sevika straddles reader once, implied hookup, a lil making outtt

the guitar case was battered, covered in peeling stickers of bands sevika had never heard of. a few were scratched off halfway, leaving ghostly outlines of letters. the person carrying it; lean, wiry, with fingers calloused in all the wrong places for a fighter, hadn’t even bothered to wipe the rain off the damn thing before dragging it across the last drop’s warped floorboards.

"that’s not a bar stool," sevika said, nodding at the case now wedged between two stools like it belonged there. she didn’t look up from cleaning her knife, but the pause in the stranger’s movements was loud enough.

"technically," they said, flicking open the latches with practiced ease, "neither is this." inside, nestled in shredded velvet, was a guitar that looked like it had survived a house fire and several bad decisions. the neck was patched with duct tape, the body scuffed down to bare wood in places. they plucked a string, off-key, deliberately, and grinned. "but it’s better company."

sevika’s knife stilled. the last drop’s usual noise; clinking glasses, jinx’s cackling from the pool table, the ever-present hum of neon, faded for half a second. something about the way their fingers danced over the strings, messy but precise, like they’d done this in the dark a thousand times. she hated that she noticed.

"if you’re gonna play," she said, jerking her chin at the makeshift stage, a cleared-out corner with a stool missing two legs, "make it worth my fucking time." the words came out gruffer than she meant. "i know worth your time something…- shit. i know something worth your time."

"you're still here.." sevika's voice was rough with sleep, the words curling around the cigarette she hadn't lit yet. she stood in the doorway of her own bedroom, shirt half-buttoned, watching the stranger from last night curled up on her couch, your knees tucked under a stolen blanket, steaming mug in hand, utterly engrossed in some animated fight scene flickering across her shitty TV.

she'd expected you to bolt before dawn. most did. instead, you'd raided her pantry for loose leaf chamomile (since when did she own chamomile?) and now sat crosslegged in last night's rumpled clothes, humming along to the show's theme song like you'd done this a thousand times. the morning light caught the dust motes swirling above your head, the neon pink of some cartoon character's hair reflecting off your glasses when you finally glanced up. "oh shit, you have the director's cut episodes? the original broadcast edits messed up the.."

sevika exhaled through her nose, the unlit cigarette bobbing as she bit down on the filter. your enthusiasm was… disarming. like watching someone try to pet a stray cat without getting shredded. she padded across the creaky floorboards, her shadow falling over you as she reached for the remote. you didn't flinch, just tilted the mug toward her with a questioning lift of your brow. the tea smelled like honey and something floral. "that's the good shit," you said, as if she'd personally curated her junk drawer of half-used tea bags for this moment.

her thumb hovered over the power button. the show's protagonist was mid monologue about honor or some bullshit, their stupid pink hair practically glowing in the shitty resolution. "you memorized broadcast errors," she stated flatly. not a question. your socked feet wiggled under the blanket, a little abashed, but your grin stayed put. "well, yeah. it's basically forensic media analysis at this point." sevika stared. you took a sip, then gestured at the screen with your chin. "that sequence right there? studio censors cut two frames in the syndicated version…makes the knife throw look like bad editing instead of-"

sevika clicked the tv off mid sentence. the sudden silence should've been a warning. instead, you just blinked up at her with tea leaf debris clinging to your bottom lip, completely missing the danger signs. her fingers closed around your wrist, not hard, but with the deliberate restraint of someone who absolutely could break bones if she wanted. "you're fucking weird," she murmured, dragging your palm toward her mouth to sip directly from your mug. chamomile dribbled down her chin. your pulse jumped under her thumb.

the couch groaned as she straddled your thighs, her knees boxing you in with practiced ease. you made a noise halfway between a gasp and a laugh when her free hand yanked your glasses off, tossing them toward the coffee table. they landed perfectly unfolded. "you missed your cue to run," she growled against your temple, inhaling the scent of whatever fancy shampoo you used that made her sheets smell like a goddamn orchard all night. "now you're stuck with the consequences."

"your hands are shaking."

sevika leaned against the counter, her thumb brushing across trembling fingers. the vinyl sleeve between them; some obscure japanese pressing of a jazz fusion album, had been the subject of a fifteen minute debate before she’d finally caved and bought it. not because she gave a damn about jazz, but because the way they lit up explaining the drummer’s time signatures was doing something dangerous to her pulse.

"you’re paying attention," they murmured, half accusatory, half delighted, as sevika’s fingers lingered a second too long against theirs. the vinyl bag swung between them like a pendulum as they stepped out of the shop, the bell jangling overhead. "you don’t even like jazz."

sevika shrugged, the corner of her mouth twitching as she adjusted the bag's weight between them. "i like watching you talk," she said, blunt as always. the sidewalk was cracked where tree roots had pushed through, and she nudged a pebble with her boot. "your voice does this thing… like you're trying to cram an entire symphony into one sentence."

they nearly tripped over their own feet at that, catching themselves on sevika’s arm. she didn’t pull away, just arched an eyebrow as their fingers dug into her bicep, intentionally, probably. "you-" they started, then stopped, swallowing hard. "you’re trying to kill me."

the vinyl bag bumped against sevika’s thigh as they walked, its contents shifting with each step. delicate, like the way they kept sneaking glances at her when they thought she wasn’t looking. sevika caught every one, the corner of her mouth quirking higher each time. "so," she said, nodding toward the apartment building ahead, "you gonna show me this comic collection or what?"

their apartment smelled like old paper and lemon cleaner, the kind of sterile but lived-in scent that clung to every inch of the place. sevika barely had time to toe off her boots before they were dragging her by the wrist toward a set of glass fronted cabinets lining the far wall, each shelf meticulously organized, spines perfectly aligned.

sevika let her fingers trail along the glass cabinet, smirking at the way their breath hitched when her nail tapped against a particular volume. "this one," she murmured, leaning closer to read the embossed title. "you've got, what, two copies?"

they let out a nervous laugh, fingers twisting together. "limited edition variant covers," they admitted, cheeks flushing. "the one on the left has a printing error… page 42 is bound upside down. only twelve copies like that exist." sevika's smirk deepened as she watched their hands flutter, the way their pulse jumped in their throat when she didn’t immediately tease them for it.

sevika exhaled through her nose, slow, deliberate, as she pressed her palm flat against the glass, watching their reflection swallow hard in its surface. "twelve copies," she repeated, rolling the number around in her mouth like a hard candy. "and you hunted one down." their shoulders lifted defensively, but sevika wasn’t laughing. she was tracing the embossed lettering with her fingertip, the way she might trace the curve of a collarbone. "tell me how."

they inhaled sharply, fingers twitching toward the cabinet lock before pausing. "i- i mean, it wasn’t hunting," they muttered, fumbling with the key. the click of the latch was loud in the quiet apartment. "more like… obsessive refreshing of auction sites at 3 am." the cabinet door swung open, and they hesitated, glancing at sevikas face before carefully extracting the comic. their hands were steadier now, reverent as they turned it over to reveal the misprinted page. "see? The panel’s upside down but the speech bubbles aren’t. it’s like.. like the artist sneaked in a secret joke."

sevika took the comic from their hands, her rough fingers careful against the glossy pages. she tilted her head, studying the upside down panel like it held some coded message meant just for her. "you're telling me," she said, voice low, "you stayed up for this." it wasn't a question. their nervous laugh filled the space between them, bouncing off the glass cabinets. "yeah, well. it was either that or watch my show for the seventeenth time."

sevika flipped the comic shut with a soft snap, her thumb pressing into the crease of the spine a little too hard. they winced, but didn’t protest, just watched, lips parted, as she slid it back onto the shelf with deliberate precision. "seventeen times," she echoed, leaning her hip against the cabinet. the glass shuddered faintly under her weight. "that’s not obsession. that’s a fucking cry for help."

"tell me that's not a first edition." sevika's voice cut through the comic shop’s background hum of flickering fluorescent lights and hushed debates about variant covers. she leaned over the display case, her breath fogging the glass just above the price tag; three digits, underlined twice in red marker.

the shopkeeper, an old-timer with ink-stained fingers, didn’t even glance up from his newspaper. "if it was, i wouldn’t let it sit there," he muttered, flipping a page with deliberate disinterest.

you snorted, nudging sevika's shoulder with yours as you pointed to the case's lower shelf. "first edition? please. that's a 1992 reprint with a misprinted spine. see how the logo's crooked?" you tapped the glass, grinning when sevika's eyebrows shot up. "but this," you added, dropping to a crouch to pull a battered longbox from the bottom rack, "is the real grail. limited run, alternate ending. only 18 copies made it out before the publisher got sued."

sevika crouched beside you, her leather jacket creaking as she squinted at the faded issue number on the box’s label. “bullshit,” she said, but there was a flicker in her voice, the same one you’d heard when you’d explained the harmonic minor scale on her busted piano last week. “nobody keeps something like that in a dollar bin.”

sevika’s fingers hovered over the box like she was afraid it might dissolve under her touch. you smirked, popping the lid off with a practiced flick of your wrist. inside, sandwiched between acid free boards, was a comic so pristine it looked like it had been plucked straight from the ’80s. The cover art; bold, chaotic, unmistakably original, made sevika’s breath catch.

sevika exhaled sharply through her nose. “okay, fine. you win.” her fingers twitched toward the comic before pulling back, as if reconsidering whether touching it would somehow diminish its value. “how the hell did you even know this was here?”

you shrugged, tracing the edge of the comic’s protective sleeve with reverence. “got a tip from a collector awhile back. said this place was a ‘sunken ship’, full of treasures if you knew where to dive.” you glanced up at sevika, catching the way her lips parted just slightly, her eyes sharp with something between disbelief and admiration. “took me six months to track down which bin he’d stashed it in.”

sevika’s fingers finally closed around the comic, her calloused thumb brushing the edge of the sleeve like she was testing its weight. "you're fucking insufferable," she muttered, but the corner of her mouth twitched. "buy it. frame it. hang it above my bed so i can wake up pissed off every morning."

sevika’s apartment smelled like old leather and gun oil, predictable, comforting. you nudged the comic’s longbox onto her coffee table with your knee, grinning when she immediately snatched it up like she expected you to change your mind. “relax,” you said, kicking off your shoes by the door. “it’s yours. unless you’d rather I take it back to my shrine of-”

sevika cut you off with a rough kiss, the comic still clutched in one hand while the other fisted in the front of your shirt. you laughed against her mouth, barely a sound, more of a vibration, and she pulled back just far enough to glare. "shut up," she growled, but there was no heat in it, not when her thumb was already tracing the line of your jaw like you were something just as rare as that damn comic.

you let her push you backward until your thighs hit the edge of her kitchen counter, the comic still trapped between your chests like some absurd, paper thin chaperone. "careful," you murmured against her lips, grinning when she nipped at your lower lip in retaliation. "that thing's older than your favorite whiskey."

sevika huffed, her breath warm against your cheek as she reluctantly pulled the comic away, only to slap it onto the counter beside you with deliberate care. "there," she muttered, her voice thick as she crowded you against the edge. "now I can wreck you properly."

your fingers tangled in the chains hanging from sevika’s belt loops, tugging her closer until the heat of her body pressed flush against yours. she laughed, a low, rough sound that vibrated against your collarbone, as her hands slid under your shirt, calloused palms mapping the ridges of your abs with possessive familiarity. “still think i don’t work out enough?” you breathed, arching into her touch just to feel her grip tighten in response.

sevika’s hands stilled for just a second,long enough for you to notice the hitch in her breathing, before she dragged her nails lightly down your sides, making you squirm. "shut up," she muttered again, but the way her fingers lingered on the dip of your waist betrayed her. you caught her wrist before she could pull away, pressing her palm flat against the rapid fire beat of your heart. her eyes flicked up, sharp and searching, and for a second, the apartment was too quiet, the only sound the rustle of fabric as she shifted closer.

the comic lay forgotten on the counter as sevika’s fingers traced the rapid pulse at your throat. you could feel the weight of her gaze, heavy, unreadable, before she suddenly ducked her head, pressing her lips to the spot where your collarbone met your shoulder. the kiss was slow, deliberate, like she was memorizing the taste of your skin. you let out a shaky breath, fingers tightening around her wrist. "sev," you murmured, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it.

"say it again," sevika murmured against your skin, her voice rough as gravel but softer than you'd ever heard it. her teeth dragged lightly over the same spot, not quite biting, just testing, teasing the edge of something neither of you had named yet.

your fingers tightened in sevika’s hair, pulling just enough to make her growl against your throat. “say what again?” you teased, though your voice came out breathless, uneven. you knew exactly what she meant, the way her name had curled around your tongue like it belonged there.

sevika pulled back just far enough to glare at you, her grey eyes glinting under the dim kitchen light. "don't play dumb," she muttered, her thumb pressing into the hollow of your throat like a punctuation mark. the chains at her belt loops jingled as you shifted against the counter, your hips brushing hers in a way that made her breath hitch. you grinned, dragging your nails lightly down the back of her neck, relishing the way her muscles tensed under your touch.

sevika’s growl dissolved into a sharp inhale when you finally gave in, murmuring her name against her parted lips, just once, barely audible, like a secret. her grip on your hips tightened instantly, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and for a split second, you thought she might actually shove you onto the counter right then. instead, she dragged her mouth down your jaw, her teeth catching on your earlobe again as she muttered, “say it like you mean it.”

your fingers traced the line of sevika’s jaw, rough with stubble and tension. "sevika," you said again, slower this time, letting the syllables curl around your tongue like smoke from one of her cigars. her name tasted like gunmetal and something warmer, something you couldn’t name but wanted to drown in.

sevika went still against you, her breath hot and uneven against your neck. you could feel the moment she stopped pretending, the way her shoulders dropped just a fraction, the way her fingers, usually so sure and relentless, trembled ever so slightly against your ribs. “say it like that again,” she murmured, voice thick, “and i might actually believe you.”

you swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how dry your throat was. sevika’s breath hitched when your thumb brushed the scar above her eyebrow, a habit you’d picked up months ago, tracing the ridge of it whenever she got too quiet. "believe what?" you whispered, though you knew. you’d always known, ever since she’d let you riff on her piano at 3 am, her bare feet propped on the coffee table as she watched your fingers move with something like hunger.

her grip on your hips loosened, just slightly, but enough for you to feel the shift, like a blade being sheathed after a fight. sevika exhaled through her nose, her breath warm against your throat. “don’t make me spell it out,” she muttered, but the roughness in her voice was undercut by something fragile, something that made your chest ache.

the air between you thickened, electric with everything left unsaid. sevika’s fingers flexed against your ribs, her callouses catching on the fabric of your shirt like she was anchoring herself to you. you could feel her heartbeat through your palm, wild, unsteady, and it struck you that she was waiting, really waiting, for you to say it first.

the comic’s glossy cover caught the dim light when you tilted your head, the reflection flickering across sevika’s face like a silent dare. you traced the line of her collarbone with your thumb, feeling the way her pulse jumped under your touch. "you want me to say it?" you murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "that i love you?" the words hung in the air, too big for the cramped kitchen, too honest for the way sevika usually operated, all sharp edges and deflection.

sevika’s breath stuttered against your neck, her fingers tightening reflexively around your waist like she was bracing for impact. for a long moment, she didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, and you could almost hear the gears turning in her head, the way she was weighing whether to bolt or bite. then, with a rough exhale, she dragged her mouth up to yours, her kiss slow and deliberate, like she was trying to rewrite the words you’d just spoken into something she could swallow without choking.

sevika’s kiss tasted like whiskey and desperation, the kind that made your chest ache. when she finally pulled back, her eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them, pupils blown wide under the flickering kitchen light. "say it again," she demanded, voice rough, but her hands were gentle where they cradled your face, like you were something fragile, something precious.

your fingers curled into the fabric of sevika’s vest, holding her there, close enough that her breath mingled with yours. “i love you,” you repeated, softer this time, watching the way her eyelashes flickered, how her throat worked as she swallowed hard. the admission hung between you, fragile as the first snowflake of winter. sevika’s grip on your face tightened for a heartbeat before she exhaled, long and slow, her forehead pressing against yours like she was steadying herself.

sevika didn’t say it back; not right away. instead, she kissed you again, slow and thorough, her thumbs brushing your cheekbones like she was committing the shape of your face to memory. when she finally pulled back, her gaze was steady, gold flecked with something unreadable. “you’re a fucking disaster,” she muttered, but her voice was thick, uneven. her fingers trailed down to your collarbone, tracing the chain of your necklace like it was a lifeline. “collecting rare comics. playing my piano at ungodly hours. looking at me like.." she cut herself off, jaw tightening.

sevika’s fingers tightened around your necklace chain, the metal biting into your skin just enough to make you gasp. “like what?” you pressed, arching into her grip. the kitchen light flickered again, casting shadows across her face that made her look like she was wrestling with something too big for words.

sevika exhaled sharply through her nose, her grip loosening just enough for the chain to slip free from between her fingers. "like i’m something worth looking at,” she finally ground out, the words rough edged, like they’d been dragged over gravel. her gaze flicked away, toward the comic on the counter, the dented toaster, anywhere but you, before she visibly steeled herself and met your eyes again. “nobody looks at me like that. not for long.”

your fingers slid from her vest to the nape of her neck, tangling in the short hairs there as you held her gaze. "that's because nobody else knows what to look for," you murmured, pressing your forehead harder against hers until the kitchen light haloed her face in gold. "they see the gun and the glare and miss the way your hands shake when you tune that shitty piano." sevika's breath hitched, you felt it against your lips, warm and unsteady. "i look at you," you continued, thumb brushing the hinge of her jaw, "because you're the rarest thing i've ever found in a dollar bin."

sevika’s grip on your hips tightened almost painfully, her breath coming in sharp bursts against your lips. for a moment, you thought she might shove you away, or kiss you hard enough to bruise. instead, she let out a shaky laugh, rough and disbelieving, her forehead still pressed to yours. “fuck,” she muttered, her thumb brushing your bottom lip like she was checking for the shape of the words you’d just said. “you’re worse than the comic.”

an: i did so much research for this. but i had so much fun writing this!!! im so sorry it took SO LONG but i really wanted to be thorough and i also lowk quit for months. sorry for the mistakes, i roughly looked over this.

taglist: @andyslovingwife @sstrangerinthealps @arcaneadvi

[pearlzxx]

but you know i stay.. ⋆˖.☘︎ ݁˖

pairing: bigclit!sevika x reader

warning: sex... pet names (slut, good girl, etc.), sevika has a big clit..? oral, scissoring, etc. its smut!

you’re on your knees in front of her, hands trembling as they hover over her thighs. sevika leans back, her posture relaxed but commanding, one hand gripping the edge of the chair while the other trails down her stomach to her exposed cunt. her clit is impossibly swollen, thick and proud, already glistening with her arousal. it’s no wonder she’s been teasing you about it all night, her voice low and taunting, promising you an experience you won’t forget. “look at you,” she purrs, her smirk widening as she watches you struggle to keep your composure. “such a needy little slut for me already. tell me what you want.”

your mouth feels dry, but the words spill out anyway, desperate and shaky. “i want to taste you. please, let me...” she cuts you off with a sharp laugh, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “not yet,” she says, dragging a finger along her clit, making it twitch under her touch. “you haven’t earned it. beg better than that.”

your cheeks burn, but the ache between your legs is impossible to ignore. you lean forward, pressing your forehead against her thigh, your voice trembling as you try again. “please, sevika. i need to feel you. i need it so bad. i’ll do anything, just let me-” this time, she doesn’t interrupt. instead, she spreads her legs wider, her clit practically begging for attention. “good girl. you can start with this.”

you waste no time, leaning in to press your mouth against her thick clit, licking it slowly at first, feeling the way it pulses under your tongue. sevika lets out a low groan, her hips jerking slightly as you tighten your lips around it, sucking gently. “fuck, that’s it,” she mutters, her hand tangling in your hair to pull you closer. “you’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? sucking on my clit like it’s all you were made for.”

her words send a jolt of heat through you, and you moan against her, your tongue working harder now, lapping up every drop of her wetness. the taste of her is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough, your hands gripping her thighs to hold yourself steady as you devour her. “you’re a natural,” she breathes, her fingers tightening in your hair. “but don’t get too comfortable. i’m not done with you yet.”

before you can respond, she tugs your head back, surprising you with the force of it. “stand up,” she orders, her voice firm. you scramble to obey, your legs wobbly as you rise to your feet. she doesn’t give you a chance to recover, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the bed. you stumble after her, your heart pounding as she pushes you down onto the mattress. “get on your back,” she says, and you follow without hesitation, spreading your legs open for her.

sevika climbs on top of you, straddling your hips with practiced ease. her swollen clit brushes against you wet slit, and you gasp at the contact, your hips jerking upward instinctively. “look at you,” she murmurs, grinding against you slowly, letting you feel every inch of her thickness. “so fucking desperate for me. tell me what you really want.”

“i want you inside me,” you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets as she teases you with short, deliberate thrusts. “please, sevika. put your clit in me... i need it...” she smirks at your pleading, reaching down to position herself against your entrance. “you’re such a greedy little slut,” she says, pushing forward just enough to make you cry out. “but fine. since you asked so nicely.”

with that, she thrusts deeper, and you nearly scream at the sensation of her thick clit stretching you open. it’s not much, but it’s enough to make your vision blur as she starts to move, rocking her hips against yours in slow, deep strokes. “how’s that feel?” she asks, her voice dripping with mockery. “you wanted this so bad... does it feel good getting stuffed full of my clit?”

you nod frantically, unable to form words as pleasure rips through you. she’s not even fully inside you, but the way she’s fucking you is enough to make your toes curl, every thrust sending shockwaves through your body. “fuck... yes... it’s so good..” you sob, your hands flying to her hips to try and pull her closer. “more... please..?”

she laughs at your desperation but obliges, slamming into you harder until you’re gasping for air. “you’re insatiable,” she mutters, leaning down to nip at your neck. she punctuates the word with another sharp thrust, and you feel yourself clenching around her tightly, your orgasm already building.

“i’m close...” you whimper, your voice breaking as sevika’s thick clit pushes deeper into you with every thrust. her rhythm is relentless, each movement sending searing waves of pleasure through your trembling body. your fingers dig into her hips, desperately trying to anchor yourself as she slams into you, the sound of your wetness filling the room. “please... don’t stop...”

sevika leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she growls, “you think i’d stop now, you greedy little slut? i’m not done with you yet.” her words send a shiver down your spine, and you let out a strangled moan as she grinds against you harder, her clit pressing against just the right spot inside you. your back arches off the bed, your legs wrapping around her waist to pull her closer, begging for more.

“you feel that?” she taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. “you’re taking it like such a desperate little bitch.” her words are cruel, but they only make you wetter, your body responding to her dominance in ways you can’t control. your orgasm is so close now, teetering on the edge, and you know she can feel it too by the way your pussy clenches around her.

“come on,” she sneers, her pace quickening as she drives into you with ruthless precision. “let me feel you cum. show me what a good little slut you are.” your vision blurs as the pressure builds, your breath coming in sharp gasps as she fucks you closer and closer to the edge. “fuck... yes... i’m gonna-!” you choke out, your body tightening around her as pleasure overtakes you.

without warning, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you scream her name. sevika doesn’t stop, her thrusts only growing more intense as she rides out your climax, her clit pressing deep inside you with every movement. “that’s it,” she mutters, her voice low and approving. “good girl. take it all.”

you’re still trembling from the intensity of it when sevika finally pulls away, leaving you gaping and dripping. she smirks down at you, her swollen clit glistening with your combined wetness. “don’t think we’re done yet,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. “you’ve got plenty more to do for me.”

an: someone requested big clit sev and i lowkey wrote this months ago and just hadnt edited it.... im back though...!!! i hate this fic, i dont really like how its written.. but the 2 and a half fans are hungry

taglist: @andyslovingwife @sstrangerinthealps @arcaneadvi

[pearlzxx]

hey that masc that wanted the nerd x sevika fic its coming like soon soon sorry that its been like 6 months

[dailycaitvi]

[pearlzxx]

us if you even care

[pearlzxx]

give me a call if you ever get lonely... ↪☏ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

pairing: caitlyn x reader

content warning: freaky shit idk i dont feel like doing warning rn ill come back and edit

your phone rings on the nightstand, pulling you out of your thoughts. once, twice, three times. you glance at the screen. caitlyn. heart racing, you swipe to answer, and there she is, her face flushed, steam curling around her like a halo. she’s in the shower, water cascading over her skin, her lips curving into that sly smile that always makes your stomach knot.

“miss me already?” she purrs, her voice dripping with that teasing lilt that makes your thighs squeeze together instinctively. her fingers trail down her neck, droplets catching the light as they slide over her collarbone. “or did you just call to stare?”

you can’t help it. your eyes drop to her tits, full and heavy, water sluicing over their curves as she leans back against the tile. her nipples are hard, pebbled from the heat, and she knows exactly where your attention is. “like what you see?” she teases, her fingers brushing over one nipple, pinching it lightly. a soft moan escapes her lips, and you feel your own pussy clench in response.

she squeezed out some body wash, gently rubbing the suds all over her body, making sure to linger on her chest and ass.

she steps out of the shower, towel in hand, but she doesn’t dry off right away. instead, she moves closer to the camera, her tits swaying with every step. “watch me,” she commands, her voice low and thick with promise. she drops the towel and reaches for something off-screen; a lacy black thong and a sheer bralette that leaves nothing to the imagination.

slowly, she slips the thong up her legs, her fingers lingering at the edge of her pussy, already glistening with wetness. “fuck, you make me so fucking wet,” she breathes, her hips rocking slightly as she pushes the fabric into place. the sheer bralette follows, her nipples poking through the delicate lace as she adjusts it.

then she’s bending over, her ass in full view, the thong clinging to her pussy so tightly you can see every fold, every drop of her slickness. “you like this, don’t you?” she taunts, her fingers slipping under the fabric to press against her clit. “watching me fuck myself because of you.” her moan is soft but deliberate, and you can feel your own pussy throbbing in time with her movements.

her free hand reaches for the phone, angling it so you can see everything, her fingers working her clit, her pussy dripping onto the floor. “i want you to see how much you do to me,” she gasps, her hips bucking as she rubs herself faster. “how fucking good you make me feel.”

her breath hitches, and you know she’s close. her fingers plunge inside, curling just right as her thumb circles her clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cries, her body trembling as she squirts all over the floor, her juices splashing against her thighs. she collapses against the counter, panting, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“your turn,” she says, her voice husky as she stares straight into the camera. “but don’t you dare touch yourself yet. i want you to wait… until i’m there.”

an: HI GUYS i was lowk on a hiatus but im back

taglist: @andyslovingwife @callieforniacation @arcaneadvi

[arcaneadvi]

MY GRACIEEEEEE SHS BACK!!!! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT RAHHHHHHHB

[pearlzxx]

ILY ADDIIIIIIII I MISSED YOU

[pearlzxx]

give me a call if you ever get lonely... ↪☏ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

pairing: caitlyn x reader

content warning: phone sex, shower, nipple play, mutual masterbation, squirting... idk its smut <3

your phone rings on the nightstand, pulling you out of your thoughts. once, twice, three times. you glance at the screen. caitlyn. heart racing, you swipe to answer, and there she is, her face flushed, steam curling around her like a halo. she’s in the shower, water cascading over her skin, her lips curving into that sly smile that always makes your stomach knot.

“miss me already?” she purrs, her voice dripping with that teasing lilt that makes your thighs squeeze together instinctively. her fingers trail down her neck, droplets catching the light as they slide over her collarbone. “or did you just call to stare?”

you can’t help it. your eyes drop to her tits, full and heavy, water sluicing over their curves as she leans back against the tile. her nipples are hard, pebbled from the heat, and she knows exactly where your attention is. “like what you see?” she teases, her fingers brushing over one nipple, pinching it lightly. a soft moan escapes her lips, and you feel your own pussy clench in response.

she squeezed out some body wash, gently rubbing the suds all over her body, making sure to linger on her chest and ass.

she steps out of the shower, towel in hand, but she doesn’t dry off right away. instead, she moves closer to the camera, her tits swaying with every step. “watch me,” she commands, her voice low and thick with promise. she drops the towel and reaches for something off-screen; a lacy black thong and a sheer bralette that leaves nothing to the imagination.

slowly, she slips the thong up her legs, her fingers lingering at the edge of her pussy, already glistening with wetness. “fuck, you make me so fucking wet,” she breathes, her hips rocking slightly as she pushes the fabric into place. the sheer bralette follows, her nipples poking through the delicate lace as she adjusts it.

then she’s bending over, her ass in full view, the thong clinging to her pussy so tightly you can see every fold, every drop of her slickness. “you like this, don’t you?” she taunts, her fingers slipping under the fabric to press against her clit. “watching me fuck myself because of you.” her moan is soft but deliberate, and you can feel your own pussy throbbing in time with her movements.

her free hand reaches for the phone, angling it so you can see everything, her fingers working her clit, her pussy dripping onto the floor. “i want you to see how much you do to me,” she gasps, her hips bucking as she rubs herself faster. “how fucking good you make me feel.”

her breath hitches, and you know she’s close. her fingers plunge inside, curling just right as her thumb circles her clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cries, her body trembling as she squirts all over the floor, her juices splashing against her thighs. she collapses against the counter, panting, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“your turn,” she says, her voice husky as she stares straight into the camera. “but don’t you dare touch yourself yet. i want you to wait… until i’m there.”

an: HI GUYS i was lowk on a hiatus but im back

taglist: @andyslovingwife @callieforniacation @arcaneadvi

[cannabutch]

cunty roads. take me home. to a place.i belong.

wet vagina

[pearlzxx]

Chat are we still working on that fic 💔✌️🙁

i’ve been in the psych ward twice and i’ve tried killing myslef it might be a bit and ive gone through religious psychosis please

[parsonkenny101-deactivated20161]

[pearlzxx]

fall is so weird when the world is actively getting warmer

wdym i just made pumpkin cookies while it’s 80 degrees??

[yourl0vebug]

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[myshlongislonglikeabong]