dyke angel

sapphic smut | 22 | men and minors dni | requests are open but my calendar is full, so no promises <3

[snailwritessmut]

Welcome! <333

call me snail • age 22 • dyke • hmu, but be respectful!

requests are open! No promises, but by all means lemme know what you wanna see

characters I’ll write for: sevika (arcane), karlach (baldur’s gate), ellie (the last of us), pretty much any the magnus archives woman. you’re welcome to ask for other characters; maybe I’ll like them!

here’s my masterlist:

all smoke no mirrors (sevika)

DNI: all cismen and every minor <3

[idyllicbby]

domestic melvika, my love

art credit to @visualeffex on here & twt!

[snailwritessmut]

all marked up again for the first time in months <3 I heart being a lesbian

[ivipl1]

i love when women have a deeper or raspier voice. its very charming

[dykeferatu]

i’m not even that much of a pervert i can just find the eroticism in anything. doesn’t get me bricked up necessarily i just like to appreciate it.

[skelliefrankie]

mother babygirl

[angelbabymikaa]

maybe it’s bc you’re always on that damn vibrator

[guttingknife]

letting my wife kill me during sex does not make me a bottom or a sub. it simply means i love my wife

[adieutristana]

on your knees; sevika x fem!reader

❥・summary; sevika's overworked, and janna knows underpaid. she's reached her limit, and you're all too ready to take the weight off her shoulders.

❥・tags/warnings; powerbottom!sevika, servicedom!r, lowkey pathetic!r, porn w very little plot, cunnilingus, fingering, condescension, name-calling, hair-pulling, multiple orgasms, rough sex, face slapping (it happens once), mean!sevika.

❥・wc; 1.8k

waiter! waiter! more bottom!sevika!

minors dni.

sevika hasn’t ever known peace.

not as a child, not as a teenager, and sure as hell not as an adult.

being silco’s left hand might be the most demanding thing she’s ever done. the woman has cleaned up more bodies than she can count, ignoring the phantom feeling of several others’ blood on her hands. she’s robbed, killed, moved barrels of shimmer across borders like it’s another day at a supermarket. the woman has never thought much of the kind of work she does.

this is all for a greater cause: resistance. in zaun, it’s every man for themselves. she wants to give back to the community, to leave a better life for the youth of zaun than she was afforded.

janna knows it’s taxing, though. silco worked her to the bone in life, and seemed to still be shouting at her from the grave. she could use a fucking break every once in a while. 

the heavy wooden door slams behind your girlfriend, stepping into your shared home to collapse onto the couch. she rubs at her head like she has a migraine, but you know better- that the woman is exhausted. not the kind of exhaustion that can be fixed with sleep, though.

the type that seeps into her bones, down to the marrow.

“rough day?” you ask, approaching her slowly. you sit down beside her, though don’t press against her, for fear of overwhelming the woman. not that you ever have. she nods and mumbles something incoherent.

a deep breath in, and sevika turns her head to look at you. “it’s always a rough day on the job. nothin’ new.”

you swallow, and sigh. she always says something along those lines, and you don’t want to overstep, but- “you look worn out. like, rough.”

she scoffs, half-amused. “flattery will get you everywhere.”

“you know what i mean.”

“yeah.” 

you can’t lie. you worry about sevika, more than you could admit. even if you could, you’re not sure you’d have the words to accurately capture just how much you worry. but you knew what you were getting into when you got involved with the woman. you knew what the undercity demanded of her, you knew where her heart laid. it would be cruel to ask her to give it up.

she still makes time for you. always shows up and remembers the little things- so you can’t particularly complain. despite working like a dog, sevika is a damn good girlfriend.

still.

“i just wish you’d take a break sometimes,” you sigh.

“you know i can’t do that.”

you nod. you do know that. she’s said it before, yet it isn’t any better to hear the second time. or third. or fourth.

“at least take it easy at home for a little while,” you take her flesh hand in yours, gently taking it into your lap and running your thumb along the back. she relaxes a little into your touch. “is there anything i can do, babe? anything at all?”

sevika takes another deep breath in, followed by a heavy sigh. she pauses for a moment, eyes downcast and seemingly in thought, before she speaks lowly. “you know what you can do?”

you open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your tongue before you can utter them. her hand goes to the back of your head, guiding it down, down, down- between her legs. you feel heat rush to your core at the mere implication.

“you want me to?-”

“yeah,” she mutters. “help take the edge off, would ya?”

gods, you don’t think you’ve ever said ‘yes’ to anything so quickly. you nod frantically, like your livelihood depends on this, and your hands fly to start undoing her belt buckles and freeing her of those tattered pants. they pool around her ankles, and the woman slouches back into the couch, letting her legs spread wide in anticipation. you sink to your knees in front of her.

like she’s a deity, presenting the finest delicacy zaun has to offer on a silver platter.

for a second, you’re captivated by the bushy mess between her legs, folds already glistening with arousal, swollen clit peeking out and tempting you to take a bite. you grip onto her scarred thighs as you lower your head even further, ghosting over her cunt.

that hand on the back of your head shoves you forward, and you yelp, but get the message immediately.

“get on with it,” she grunts. “you wanted to help, right?”

you nod against her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. no buildup, no foreplay, just consumption. you lav over her like a woman starved, fast and firm. your nails start to dig into her thighs as your tongue goes from clit to hole, dipping in ever so slightly. sevika rewards you with a hushed grunt, a sharp groan as you slide back up to the bundle of nerves and start sucking. she pushes you even further in, metal fingers tangling in your hair.

“come on,” she breathes out, biting her lip to stifle a moan. “like you fuckin’ mean it.”

your panties must be absolutely soaked through right now, thighs absentmindedly rubbing together in some desperate attempt for friction. you know better than to be selfish right now, though, devoted only to your woman’s pleasure- doubling down. 

all that’s on your mind is trying to get her off. make her fucking relax for once.

you suckle her clit even harder, then prod her entrance with your ring and middle finger before sliding them in. they go in easily, too easily, up to the knuckle. you thrust in and out while sucking on her clit like the sweetest candy. 

“oh, fuck!”

sevika’s hips start thrusting up, into your mouth, pushing you to devour her cunt. moaning against her like you’re the one being pleasured, like this is the most important task you’ve ever been given. as far as you’re concerned, ears filled with the sounds of her low expletives, it is.

you’re absolutely desperate to bring her over that edge, and you can tell by the way her thighs threaten to close around your head that she’s close. 

you crook your fingers inside the woman, meeting that spongy spot inside of her that sends her head spinning. she bites down on her lip and the sharp metal fingertips dig into your scalp harsh enough to bring tears to your eyes, and still.

you’ve got a one-track mind.

“i’m right there,” she breathes out. “c’mon, you- get me off-”

your teeth scrape against her clit, and that does her in. sevika cums with a low groan, soaking your fingers in sticky arousal. she holds you close to her cunt throughout it all, and your moans against her send shockwaves through the woman’s body.

“shiiiit, that’s it..”

for just a second, she loosens her hold on your hair. you do need to breathe, after all, and that’s exactly what you do once you unlatch from her pussy. your eyes are glassy, cheeks stained with salty tears, lips and chin shimmering with evidence of her orgasm. you take labored breaths, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the slick off of your lips.

mockingly, your girlfriend’s flesh hand drops to hold your jaw up by your chin. she gives a lazy, lopsided smirk, looking down through half-lidded eyes. your heart skips a beat.

gods, she looks like pure sin. she looks beautiful, and most importantly, more relaxed.

“you think you can give me one more?” her hand squeezes your chin a little tighter, and you nod immediately. frantically. “you remember our safeword, yeah?”

you nod again. you do, but it hasn’t crossed your mind once during all of this. 

sevika, name meaning ‘loyal servant.’ if your mind wasn’t so hazy, you could scoff at the irony of all this. in your relationship, you’ve always fit that title much better.

devoted only to her, and her pleasure.

you’re pulled out of your head by a harsh slap to the cheek, leaving a stinging sensation behind. you gasp, and sevika’s voice is lower. more gravelly. 

“words, slut.”

“yes,” you gasp. “yes, i do, i’ll- fuck, i’ll give you another. anything you want, ‘vika, anything-”

she shoves your head forward once again, and all words die on your tongue. you go straight back to making out with her cunt, swirling your tongue around her oversensitive clit, using your hands to spread her even wider like a three-course meal, slurping her juices and spitting on her cunt just to lick it back off.

you’re lost in her.

sevika can’t help herself. the previous orgasm was earth-shattering on its own, and this? you going all in, pulling out all the stops? she can’t hold her moans back, growing more high-pitched. her hips move against your mouth, pushing you impossibly closer.

her hips stuttering and moving in a janky rhythm. you don’t pay it any mind, only the sounds that she makes and the delicious sting that her tugging on your hair leaves.

your poor pussy is fluttering around nothing, wet and weeping for any sort of attention. later, you think. later, you’ll stuff your fingers inside yourself and take what you’ve been deprived, probably while the woman before you is sleeping.

for now, though, those very fingers slip back into her. three this time, filling her up, stretching her out, scissoring inside of her and curling against her g-spot. she near screams at this.

“fuck,” she groans. “you’re desperate for it, huh? ahh.. dirty girl, all you need is my cunt and you’re happy..”

you don’t respond, but you do groan into her and start suckling on her clit again. teasing her, doing her in all again, watching her abs contract and feeling her thighs tremble in your hands. you could die down here.

you could survive solely off sevika’s cunt for sustenance, and say that you lived a happy life.

“keep doin’ that,” her abs tense again, it’s barely been two minutes and she’s already close again. your eyes water, hot tears dripping down your cheeks. “don’t you dare stop-”

you don’t dream of it. your nails dig into sevika’s thighs deep enough to leave angry indents, causing her to hiss through her teeth.

all you want is to give your woman the stress relief she so desperately needs.

another curl of your fingers and your tongue flattening against her clit makes sevika shatter once more. her mouth falls open in a silent cry, tugging your hair and grinding against your mouth like you owe her money. she gushes over your face, dripping down to your neck and between your breasts, making little whimpers escape you. as if you’re begging her for more. please, you think. please, give it to me. let yourself go.

with a huff through her nose, your girlfriend shoves your face away from her cunt. still on your knees between her legs, you look up at her flushed expression and listen to her breathy chuckles.

“get some water, darlin’,” she mutters, weakly pointing toward the kitchen. “take a breather. then i want you back on your knees. deal?”

“deal,” you affirm.

[rubbergloves]

FaT GiRL issue #4 (October 1995)

[navyhaze]

꒰꒰﹒﹒𝒑artying with kara zor-el. ꔠ﹐𝒩AVYHAZE ∿ ⸝⸝ all rights reserved. ୧ ⚟

⤷﹒ⵌ┆ 17+. MDNI. ⓘ getting drunk, fingering. (kara receiving.) lantern!reader x kara zor-el.

the room spun like a kaleidoscope. every light fractured into neon shards that smeared along the walls, and the edges of your vision seemed to blur into motion that didn’t exist. music thumped in your chest, vibrating your bones, while a thousand alien voices collided around you, each one unintelligible but somehow alive in the background hum of the party. laughter, slurred shouts, and the clink of glasses floated up through the air, twisting together like some chaotic symphony.

somewhere behind you, weight pressed against your shoulder and neck, warm and heavy. a tangle of blonde hair tickled your cheek, and the smell hit you before you even registered it: citrusy, sticky, the faint chemical tang of ❛ nova burn ❜, glowing faintly like the drink looked—a swirling lava-lamp red with fizzing sparks that no mortal concoction should be able to produce.

“y’know,” came a giggle into your ear, breath hot and slightly off, “this stuff should be illegal. i feel like my organs are glowing.”

you laughed, dragging her gently by the elbow toward a table before she tripped over a squat, four-legged alien weaving through the crowd. “your organs probably are glowing. sit before you knock someone out.”

“i’m fiiine,” she slurred, swaying so dangerously that half your focus went into keeping her upright. “i’m super—oh. wait. no, ’m not.”

her laughter turned helpless, a hiccup caught halfway, and she leaned harder against you, the tips of her boots sliding over the slick floor. you pressed a cool glass into her hands to place on her forehead. she accepted it with a dramatic groan, leaning back into your chest, legs wobbling under her like jelly.

an alien somewhere nearby muttered something in slang you couldn’t fully translate; the ring wasn’t quite catching every nuance yet. kara’s laugh exploded, high and reckless, head thrown back, and she shoved into your shoulder blade like she weighed nothing at all. a sloppy kiss landed on your cheek, sticky with the faint sweetness of nova burn, and she cackled again, making you feel like the punchline to some cosmic joke.

“allllright, superstar,” you said, pushing her off gently. “we’re getting s’more water. maybe some food too, if solid matter even exists for you right now.”

she whined, dragging her feet after you like a toddler denied candy. “but i’m… attached. human attachment. i need you,” she murmured, clinging onto your sleeve like it was a lifeline.

you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “fine. but sober up a little, or the aliens are going to start offering you as a house decoration.”

“that’s… a threat?” she said, tipping her head and blinking at you with glimmering golden eyes, hazy but sharp with mischief. “i’m sooo scared,”

you guided her toward the terrace, away from the thumping bass and the alien chatter that hardly ever made sense. the red sun outside softened the harsh neon lights into a warm, slow glow, casting everything in reddish-gold. the party felt like a fever dream behind you, muffled and distant.

kara leaned against the railing, swaying slightly, boots scuffing on the metal. “it’s… weird,” she admitted quietly. “not being strong. but i kinda… like it. means i get to lean on you.”

you smirked, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. “you always lean on me. this just makes it official.”

she giggled, bumping her hip against yours in a teasing nudge. “and i like that. you’re warm.”

the air between you thickened, carrying all the tension the red sun could soak up. she stepped a little closer, lips parted in a grin that was half teasing, half something else you couldn’t quite name.

“you’re staring,” she said suddenly, voice low, teasing.

“trying to figure out how a superhero looks this wrecked,” you replied, heart thudding faster than it had all night.

“and?” she whispered, eyes glittering. “you like it?”

“i’m… impressed,” you admitted, and she laughed softly, brushing her nose along yours. “infuriatingly impressed,” you added.

her grin softened, and she stepped even closer, tilting her head like she was daring you. her hand found yours, lacing fingers in a tentative but intentional hold. the touch sent sparks up your arm. your breath caught at how close she was, the air thick with vibrant sun warmth, the faint taste of her drink lingering on her lips.

and then she kissed you.

slow at first, careful, almost questioning, tasting faintly of citrus and fizzy red carbonation that lingered from the alien concoction. her hands rested lightly on your chest and shoulder, your own hand coming up to cup the side of her face as the world shrank down to just the two of you. it was messy, imperfect, dizzying—the kind of kiss that made your head spin almost as much as the party had—but it was hers, warm, insistent, soft, and impossibly real.

when she pulled back just a fraction, golden eyes met yours, shining like sunlight through red sky. a soft, teasing smile curved her lips. “see?” she murmured. “red-sun planets make me do stupid things.”

“yeah,” you breathed, voice low, a grin tugging at your own lips. “stupid good things.”

the balcony was quieter now. the distant pulse of the party faded into a soft hum, and the blinding sun hung low in the sky, bathing everything in molten, hazy lighting that made shadows curl and stretch around you. kara leaned against the railing, still a little wobbly, golden eyes catching the last of the sun’s glow. she smelled faintly of this planets version of alcohol, citrus and warmth clinging to her hair and skin, and the faint sticky scent seemed to wrap around you, impossible to ignore.

“so,” she slurred softly, stepping a little closer, “you’re not leaving me here, right?”

“depends,” you said, smirking, letting your hand brush hers as you rested it on the railing. “are you planning on trying to flirt your way into getting out of trouble again?”

“maybee,” she said, leaning closer until your shoulders brushed. “maybe i just like the view from up close.”

every word, every movement, every accidental brush of skin seemed deliberate, and the tension thickened like the red sun’s heat pressing down around you.

kara’s lips lingered just past yours, teasing, brushing against the corner, and your breath caught at the faint taste of her drink and citrus. her body pressed closer, hip nudging yours in a slow, deliberate sway, warmth radiating through you like molten fire. the terrace had shrunk, the red sun draping everything in molten gold, and the distant party became nothing more than a muffled heartbeat.

her fingers traced along your chest, brushing over flesh and curves lightly, as if mapping every inch and pulse. you let your hands drift down to her waist, grazing the curve of her hip, letting the contact linger, teasing. she shivered under your touch, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escaping, and heat bloomed low in your chest.

“you’re enjoying this too much,” she murmured, breath tickling your ear, voice low and playful. she leaned in closer, chest pressing lightly against yours, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of her breathing, every inhale hot against your skin.

“maybe,” you admitted, voice low, letting your hand slide higher along her side, fingertips brushing under her ribs in a teasing, electric caress. “maybe i like it too much.”

she let out a soft, breathless laugh, hand sliding along your arm, nails grazing lightly, while the other rested on your shoulder, pressing you closer. she tilted her head, lips hovering over yours, teasing in tiny, electric touches that sent shivers low through your body.

“you’re dangerous,” you whispered, threading your hand into her hair, cupping the back of her neck. her eyes half-lidded, golden and gleaming, lips parted slightly, daring, teasing.

“dangerous?” she whispered back, voice thick and low. “you mean… irresistible?”

her laugh was soft and low, vibrating against your chest as she pressed fully into you, shoulders, hips, and chest aligned with yours in a subtle, teasing grind. not enough to cross a line, but enough to set every nerve on fire.

you traced a hand down her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her outfit. she leaned into your touch, tilting her head, pressing lips to your jaw, soft and teasing. her fingers slipped along your arm again, brushing, lingering, tracing invisible patterns that left sparks along your skin.

“i think we’re going to have trouble leaving this terrace,” she murmured, lips ghosting over your cheek. “don’t think we’ll be able to resist each other for long.”

you smirked, pressing your forehead to hers, lips hovering just over hers, teasing. “i don’t plan on resisting.”

her laugh was low, breathy, playful, as her hands slipped to rest lightly on your chest, the subtle pressure sending jolts through you. she leaned closer, every movement fluid, teasing, drawing out the tension until it felt almost unbearable. her lips brushed yours again, slow, electric, teasing, tasting faintly of her acidic drink, and you could feel the coil of desire tightening, ready to snap.

and when it did snap, it was with your hands slipping into the waistband of her pants. slipping past the lace of her panties, down to the sloppy wetness of her cunt. your hand moved with intent along her heat, eliciting soft gasps and shivers, her legs pressing closer as if she couldn’t get enough of the teasing pressure. a digit slips into it, wetness coating along it and trickling between the crease of your middle and ring finger.

she sucks in a sharp breath, lips pursing to conceal any whining noises as you start to fuck your fingers inside of her. with a gentle curl forward, she’s bracing herself with a hand on your shaky shoulder.

“oh— fuck,” it’s all drawn out, uneasy and lust filled. pleasure shakes through her bones, rattling into her now-sober and hyperactive brain.

you almost giggle at her face. that is, until she uses her free hand to latch onto your wrist. “more—ah, please.” she whines. you coo against her skin, teasing, “aw, not enough, kar?” and felt her shiver in response.

it has her shaking her head, a frustrated whine escaping before your pace quickens. a shake ran through her body, soft moans escaping as her lazy grin fought to stay hidden.

her gasps and the slick, intimate noises she made trailed through the night air, cutting through the distant, thumping music like a private symphony.

each time you sink back into her, your palm slaps against her dripping clit, making her gasp and her toes curl, leg resting over your hip as she presses herself further into your hand.

your lips trace her jaw, soft and teasing, and she whimpers, leaning back into you, arching just slightly. from her jaw, your kisses drift down her neck, brushing along her collarbones, each touch making her press closer, chest against yours.

she tilts her head, lips parted, clouded eyes half-lidded, letting you map the curve of her shoulder and collarbone with slow, deliberate kisses.

“y’gonna come, kar?”

her broken, breathy “uhuh…” barely pierced the music, but the tight, wet grip of her cunt on your scissoring fingers made it clear she was coming apart beneath you.

even with the alien city alive around you, the wet, gasping heat of her release pressed itself into your memory, impossible to erase.

and she’s watching you with a lopsided smile as you bring your fingers to your mouth to taste.

[calliopeprelude]

via whereismuna on IG (uncaptioned)

[shieldofiron]

Many people forget when writing bdsm that the dom also wants to get a good grade in dom. And is trying so hard and is often nervous about it.

[snailwritessmut]

i am so insanely horny to be nice and then mean to a girl w big doe eyes. applications open <3

[cykelops]

I like when characters try to fix their problems with bad sex

[femmetragedyke]

two butches seeing how many fingers they can fit in me at the same time when?

[wirelessmousegirl]

You're just saying that because your a sick pervert who gets off to themes and ideas