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༘⋆ advi. she/they. arcane. sevika & vik lover. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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pervybsf!viktor who lays in bed at night thinking about you, about your interactions throughout the day, texts you’ve sent. he eventually falls asleep while imagining your beautiful body next to him in bed.

pervybsf!viktor who has wet dreams all the time, of course you’re in all of them. most of the time he wakes up sweaty and still rock hard, and he just can’t fall back asleep unless he deals with it. he likes to pretend his hand is yours, and you’re right there with him. feeling his need and desire for you.

pervy!viktor who gets super horny really easily. this man gets turned on by almost anything you do. for example: you sent him an angry voice memo ranting about something he did by accident. the second time he played it he was fisting his cock desperately and agreeing with the insults you were spewing.

synopsis: if arcane women were your girlfriend, these are their quirks/how they would act with you.

paring: arcane women x fem!reader

tags: kissing, suggestive, fluff, praise

a/n: request by anon! if i missed any characters or someone you would like to see isn’t here let me know! this took a bit because i did a lot of brainstorming. enjoy!! taglist open!!

gf!vi who is so touchy. she always has to be near you, around you, against you. at home, on the couch, she’ll force the blanket to stretch over both of you while she clings to you. she can’t help it, you’re just so warm and lovable. out in public, she’s always grabbing at your hand or arm. and always has a toned arm around your shoulders or hips. even if she’s holding all your shopping bags. at dinner, thick veiny fingers are wrapped around your thigh, thumb stroking absentmindedly.

gf!cait who is such a clean freak. your guys’ house is always spotless, she’s always wiping down counters and has a keen eye for dust. sundays are the days she makes you deep clean with her, forcing you on your hands and knees to clean nooks and crannies. she won’t even let you get in bed at night without a shower, won’t even let you touch her with dirty fingers. whenever you get food and you try to eat immediately, she’ll smack your hands away from the deliciousness and dump hand sanitizer into your hands.

gf!jinx who’s addicted to shopping. she loves going to the mall and looking at all the cool things. she’ll shop for clothes, try on a million different things, and get half of what she tried on. even though your guys’ closest is stuffed to the brim with clothes. then she’ll look at shoes, strutting around in them before deciding to get the brightest and eye catching boots you think you’ve ever seen. and, of course, she can’t forget about getting snacks. she loves those stores with all the foreign goods, filling your arms with them and walking out the store with the cheesiest grin ever.

gf!mel who’s skin is so sensitive. you’ve tried to buy her lotions, body washes, clothes, jewelry, but half the time she puts them on and her silky skin gets flaky and itchy. you don’t know what it is, but its like she has to wear the most beautiful and expense clothes, use the most prestigious body washes and lotions, and only the purest gold jewelry one can find. it suits her, expensive needs for a perfect woman.

gf!sevika who would rather stay home and workout with you instead of going to the gym. not only does she workout with you, but she loves to use you for her workouts. she’ll hold you in her arms when doing squats, or puts you over her shoulder to run laps around the house. sometimes she’ll make you sit on her back while she does pushups, saying your name each time she pushes off the ground. you always enjoy how her voice gets hoarse and breathy.

gf!ambessa who loves self care. she uses so many skincare products that you can’t even count how many she owns. your guys’ bathroom is full of serums and lotions, and she claims she uses them all. some nights you’ll walk in on her doing her routine, glazing her chocolate skin with glossy liquids and admiring how they shimmer on her. sometimes she’ll drag you into it, testing new products on you so she doesn’t mess up her perfect skin. she also loves having her hair done, especially by you, now she refuses to let anyone touch her head but you.

gf!elora who handles stress so well. she can have a million things going on at once, but not even break a sweat about it! after a long day of work, sickness starting to catch her, and money dwindling, she still comes home and relaxes with you. always reassuring you that things will work out, and that being worried does nothing but give you wrinkles.

gf!grayson who is a caffeine addict. she drinks at least three cups of coffee a day, and a few energy drinks too. if she doesn’t have coffee she’ll be a frazzled mess. the one time you tried to get her to not drink at much, she slept all day, and could barley keep her eyes open. the one time you both went to a coffee shop and you accidentally ordered her decaf? she whined about it the whole drive home until you agreed to go back.

gf!cassandra who needs her nails done. her favorite time of the week is when she gets a manicure. she’s classy, getting the same design and color almost every time because she knows what she likes. she’ll sit in the salon for however long it takes, reading a book or talking about her life with the nail tech. most times she’ll even get a pedicure, telling the tech to be gentle because she’s ticklish. though she whispers it in embarrassment.

gf!gert who never gives up. she’s stubborn. when she can’t do something, say building furniture for your guys’ home, she’ll just huff and puff but never ask for help. her brows knitted together as she clenches her fists in annoyance, grumbling about how she’s doing it right and doesn’t get it. when fixing your car for you, she’ll spend hours looking up what she needs to do or buy. even watching tutorials becuase she refuses to have someone else do it. she should.

gf!maddie who’s sunburns are awful. in typical ginger fashion, the minute she steps outside she can already feel her skin toasting. sometimes she just forgets to put on sunscreen, and the next time you’ll look at her she’s red as a lobster. she just smiles sheepishly as your exasperated expression. then, when you try to put aloe on it she’ll refuse. saying it hurts when you touch it and shoving your hands away. but when you finally get it on, she sinks into the couch with a comfy huff.

gf!sky who forgets to take off her glasses. sky will do everything with them on, shower, swim, work out, sleeping, hell even when you guys get intimate she’ll forget and have to awkwardly pause to set them down. some nights you’ll come home and see her passed out in bed, her glasses smushed against her face. there’s been many times where she’s had to get new frames or lenses because they’re scratched up or bent.

synopsis: you and sevika get into an argument, leaving your anxiety running rampant and her heart dripping with guilt.

pairing: sevika x fem!reader

tags: shouting, sevika gets kinda mean, crying, comfort, happy ending, reader has awful anxiety

a/n: requested by anon!! lowkey teared up writing this cause i’m sensitive asf but enjoy!!

it’s rare for you and sevika to argue. she knows how badly your anxiety can get, how fast your mind can run and spiral, thinking of a million reasons why she would leave. none of them are true, never will be.

until after a long day at work, she comes home to a dirty house and your whining about how much you miss her, sets her off.

“just be quiet for ten minutes, doll! fuck! i come home, the house is disgusting and you won’t stop crying!” she snaps, standing in the kitchen and slamming her hands on the counter with a loud whack.

you jump back at her anger, being caught off guard.

“i was tired so i didn’t clean much today.” you state, trying to speak up for yourself.

“yeah? i’m tired too, but you still see me working. get it together.” she snaps.

“what’s your issue? you come home and immediately attack me-“

“you’re my issue!” she snarls and glares at you, her chest rising and sinking slowly yet deeply.

your heart drops at that. what’s that supposed to mean? you’re the issue, her issue!?

as if you weren’t already starting to panic, she pushes past you and out of the kitchen. you follow behind quickly, just to see her grabbing her car keys.

“where are you going?” you say gently, peering at her with wide eyes.

“away from you.” she spits, anger and misplaced frustration still coursing through her bones.

she opens the front door and slams it behind her, the sound echoing against the doorframe and reaching your ears. it sets in your brain that sevika has just left; left after saying you’re the issue. walked out and left you wondering: is this it?

you spiral. threading your fingers through your hair and pacing around, wracking your brain for what you could’ve done to cause this. you didn’t mean to, you were excited to tell her you missed her and she flipped out. that’s all right? or could you have been too much of a pest? or maybe she’s sick of being around you…

you walk into the living room, snatching your phone off the couch and unlocking it with trembling hands. you immediately press her contact, calling the number and letting it ring. when she doesn’t pick up, you call again. and again. and again. finally you give up on calling her, instead texting her.

“sevika call me.”

“baby i’m sorry.”

“i didn’t mean to.”

“come home, i’ll fix it.”

“don’t leave.”

“i’ll be better, i swear.”

you spam her, nails scraping against the glass screen with each tap. you sit down on the couch, staring at your messages and waiting for her to read it. usually she responds right away, and answers your calls on the first ring. but now that she isn’t, you really believe this is it. over something so small.

you can’t manage your breathing anymore, chest rising and falling rapidly, and tossing your phone onto the couch cushion. the soft feeling beneath your legs grounds you slightly, but when your eyes unwillingly fill with tears it’s game over.

you can’t help it, the fear riddling your bones. sevika, your sevika is leaving! leaving you over something so small. your mind races: maybe if i was better, maybe if i had shut my mouth, i could’ve helped her more. you’re hysterical by the time you recognize your panic, snot leaking from your nose and tears rolling down your cheeks and along your neck.

when sevika finally decides to come home, it’s dark in the house. the only light coming from the living room, where she can hear your sobs echoing from. her stomach twists at the sound, her least favorite sound ever. she sets her keys down and walks in silently, looking at you. her eyebrows knit together as she watches you tremble, eyes widening when she sees the tears now staining your shirt.

“sweetheart?” sevika calls out, stepping further into the living room.

you whip around and see her standing there, your sobs growing louder as you look up at her.

“sev! you-you-hic-came back.” you state shakily, eyes never moving from her as she rushes to sit on the couch with you.

“me? leave?” she questions, shaking her head.

“i’m sorry, really sorry.” you quickly spit out, not letting her get any other words out. “i’ll clean be better, and i wont bug you anymore and-“

“baby shh, no, no.” she juts in, holding her hands up and staring at your face. “i was in a shitty mood, i took it out on you.”

“but you said-“

“sweet girl, ignore what i said, i’m a fucking idiot.” she rumbles sternly, putting her hands on your shoulders and rubbing up and down. “i’d be stupid to walk away from you.”

“i thought you were really leaving. i was so scared.” you wail, letting yourself fall into her toned chest and be comforted by her.

“i’m not leaving, not ever. i’m sorry for scaring you, okay?” she coos, kissing the top of your head multiple times. she wraps her arms around you tightly, tugging you onto her thighs so she can squeeze you.

“it’s you and me against everyone else, remember?” she adds, rubbing up and down your back while you simper against her.

“just us.” you stammer.

synopsis: sevika gives you more, just like she said she would.

pairing: loser!older!sevika x younger!fem!reader

tags: praise, a little bit of degration, oral (r! receiving), aftercare.

a/n: previous part here!! i’m not exactly sure where to go with this story…if anyone has some suggestions i’d love to hear!

after the plea left your swollen lips sevika was gone. her brain is running on autopilot when she pulls you up over her shoulder and walks out of the kitchen. walking into your living room, she drops you onto the couch. she follows, dropping to her knees between your legs. she grunts as her joints whine in pain from hitting the hard ground.

“you’re so pretty, always lookin’ like an angel.” she rumbles, her hands grabbing at your thighs before sliding upwards and tugging on the elastic of your pants. silently asking permission. when you nod she gently tugs them down, guiding you to lift your hips so she can shimmy them down your legs. once she tosses them over her shoulder she props her elbows on the couch, leaning down and suckling on your inner thigh before biting down softly. when you gently smack her head at the sudden pain she chuckles and soothes the spot with her tongue. she moves over to the other side, not biting this time but just kissing and leaving soft read marks.

she glances up to see your face, and when she sees you watching with lust filled pupils she continues. her tongue grazes your bikini line before her mouth drops lower.

“bet i could make you finish with just my tongue.” she rumbles, slightly muffled from her mouth being pressed against your soaked panties.

you scoff; “okay, fine. $20 if you can.” you state with confidence.

she gives you a cocky smirk and eyebrow raise, but continues. she presses her tongue against your clit through your underwear, flicking it back and forth as she looks up at you. your eyes flutter shut at the pressure her tongue gives you, and your thighs go lax in her hold. sevika can’t wait any longer, grabbing at the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down.

“i’d just rip them, but they’re too pretty. i like seeing you in them.” she explains, gripping your thigh to lift you up just enough so she can pull your panties down. she lets you drop back to the couch, opening your legs and stuffing her face between them.

she kisses your clit before latching onto it, thrumming her tongue against it after letting go with a sick pop. she does that over and over again, until you finally whine and sink your fingers into her hair, pulling on the grey and black strands. she finally stops her onslaught on your clit, instead circling your entrance and slurping loudly.

the way you spread open for her makes her gut thrive with heat. you, so beautiful and so innocent, trusting her like this. trusting her to make you feel good, to see you at such a vulnerable moment. it makes her heart swell.

she finally pushes her tongue in, swirling it around before pumping it in and out of you. while her head bobs her big nose rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jumping at the continuous stimulation. you moan out her name, which just eggs her on to keep going. your skin heats up when she smacks at your thigh a few times before squeezing at the red spot. when you groan and thrust your hips upwards against her mouth, she pulls away to catch her breath.

“jesus christ, you like that huh?” she teases, kissing the side of your knee to soothe you when you cry out for more. she obliges, leaning back in and languidly licking a strip down to your sopping hole before putting her tongue right back in. pushing it all the way in makes your toes curl and heat start to pool in your gut, she can tell by the look of pure pleasure on your face. when you gasp and jerk upwards, she catches your hips before you land back on the soft cushions. she holds you up, lewdly groaning when your cunt pulses around her tongue. she continues holding you up to get even deeper, not even faltering for a second. when you start to squirm and gasp, she doesn’t hold up. letting you come with a loud squeal and trembling legs. she slurps at your now come-leaking hole, drinking up every drop while watching your face.

when she’s sure she’s gotten enough of it she pulls away and smacks her lips, licking them to make sure none of your finish goes to waste. she looks up at your sweaty and flushed face, eyes shut and panting from your orgasm.

she wipes her chin with the back of her hand as she walks out of the living room, coming back with a rag and some fresh clothes for you. she kneels back down, dabbing at your aching cunt and wiping away slick and sweat. after cleaning you up, she slides some underwear up your thighs and lets you pull them up yourself. she stands back up, kissing your forehead and cheek while holding your face.

“you’re so amazing, yknow that? took it so well.” she grumbles, helping you get comfortable on the couch before she walks to the kitchen. she stays in there for awhile, before coming back and sitting down on the couch. she was finishing up the cinnamon rolls you guys had forgotten about, probably as a treat for you. you look up at her as she licks her fingers.

“what could you possibly be eating?” you question.

“the icing, i got it all over my fingers.” she states, glancing at you as she licks up her slowly on purpose. “still doesn’t taste as good as you do.”

baking with sevika turns sensual.

pairing: older!loser!sevika x younger!fem!reader

tags: kissing, sevika loves to touch you, sevika’s lowkey touch starved, boob grabbing, boob kissing

a/n: PREVIOUS PART!! i dunno how i feel about this, feedback would be well appreciated as always :] i think she’s so cute like actually omg. NEXT PART!!

after giving sevika a little self care day, you had the amazing idea to bake some cinnamon rolls. why would sevika ever deny that? getting to spend even more time with you, make more memories, and get some delicious snacks out of it, sounds like a perfect way to spend the night.

so that’s just what you do, you get the flour and the sugar, mixing bowls and some eggs out of the fridge. sevika, surprisingly, gets to work immediately. mixing the dry ingredients together, she glances at your focused face while you make the cinnamon paste. a thought pops into her head and she acts on it immediately. she digs her fingers into the bag of flour and raises them out slowly to not draw attention to herself. she then chucks the flower at you, hitting your arm and your neck with the powder.

you freeze and gasp, turning your head to see her snickering at you.

“sevika!” you squeal.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry sweetie!” she guffaws, pulling her arms over her face as you grab some flower and throw it at her front. it dusts over her chest and her arms, and she lets her arms fall down. you take the chance and grab more flour, throwing it at her again and getting it in her hair and on her face.

“oh you little-“ she grunts, shaking the flour out of her hair before taking a big handful of flour and flapping it between her fingers.

she grabs you by your sides, wiping all the flour on your front and sides while pulling you against her.

“sev, baby!” you exclaim, wriggling around in her grasp so your chests are facing each other. when you try and push off her she leans forward on instinct, pinning you to the counter with her hips and chucking alongside your giggles. when she pulls back and finally looks down at the way you guys are pressed up against each other, and she suddenly becomes hyper aware of the warmth in her neck and the tingles in her stomach.

you have the same reaction, looking up at her. your grin turns into a sly smirk and start to trace your nails up her arm. she lets out a trembling breath, watching your hand. you reach her shoulder and stop there, pressing your palm against her shirt and sliding it around to grip the back of her neck. she lets out a huff, looking back at you and squeezing your waist tighter.

she stares at you, long and deep.

gazing at you now, she knows this is where she wants to be. this is where she belongs and will always be. when you grin up at her, she can’t help but lean in. pausing to let her breath mix with your own.

“can i?” she mumbles, her voice a desperate plea. she wants to taste you, feel you, just be all over you. and when you nod, she doesn’t waste a second.

she quickly starts kissing along your flour covered jaw, the corner of your lip, and then pressing her now powder covered lips against your own. it’s sensual, unhurried. your lips dancing against her own, her tongue brushing against the plumpness and diving in to grace yours.

she finally pulls away and watches your reaction, but barley gets to blink because you’re already moving to cup her face.

“don’t stop.” you breathe, grabbing her face and smashing your guys’ lips together again.

she obviously gives into it, why wouldn’t she? she hoists you up onto the counter, swiping the bowl you were mixing ingredients into away so she can prop you up. you slide your hands into her hair, the burning in your gut growing when sevika moans into the kiss.

sevika can’t help herself, her hands start to roam all over your skin. they slide up your shirt to feel your skin against her rough palms pressing against your stomach before pulling away to look up at you. her hands hover nervously above your tits.

“can i-?” she asks tensely.

you look down at her arms before puffing out your chest so your boobs graze her palms.

“please do.” you huff, biting your lip when she finally wraps her fingers around the mounds.

her thumbs slip under your bra, tracing a slow circle around your nipple before rubbing up and down on the bud.

you lean your head back against the cabinet behind you, and she takes the chance to latch onto your neck. because now that she finally has you like this, wanting her and wanting something she’s wanted since first laying eyes on you.

“sevika, mmmgh, that feels so nice.” you chime.

“really? m’glad.” she grumbles awkwardly, unsure of what to reply with. just as expected. pulling away from your neck with a wet pop before moving to a different spot and latching onto the skin there. “i’m not the best at this, ‘kay?” you croak, to which sevika squeezes your thigh and licks a strip down your neck.

“you’re so good, amazing, don’t worry about anything.” she pants.

she continues to kiss down your neck, tugging your shirt over your head and kissing your tits. she tugs your bra down, licking a languid strip down and around your skin. she finally reaches your nipple, latching onto the swollen skin there and lapping at it.

you whine and tug at her hair, looking down and realizing she’s watching your face.

“baby i-“ you start to groan, gasping when she bites down before pulling back.

“you want more?” she finishes your sentence, making a noise when you nod and tug her closer by her hair.

“tell me what you want, i’ll give it to you.”

synopsis: sevika and you are official, so why is she worrying so much and being so insecure? luckily, you’re able to take her mind off her concerns and make her smile.

pairing: older!loser!sevika x younger!fem!reader

tags: fluff, little bit of flirting, sevika is down bad, sevika is a dork

a/n: previous part here!! i was smiling the entire time i was writing this soooo enjoy!! taglist open!!! NEXT PART!!

to say sevika was insecure was an understatement. not that she was insecure in your guys’ newly formed relationship, but insecure in herself. what if you found someone else? younger, more beautiful, smaller, a man?! she can’t stop thinking about it. it goes away when you lay next to her, watching whatever crappy show you put on the tv. or when she’s cooking you dinner, watching you groan over the taste with delight.

but when she scrolls through your posts on instagram, which she only downloaded for you, and sees your big cheesy smile with all your friends…it makes her think maybe she’s not as fun as them. she doesn’t get some of the things you say or do, your slang, hell sometimes her body hurts too much to go out and shop with you.

when she visits your apartment one afternoon, immediately slapped in the face with you blabbering about some trend she doesn’t know, her expression falls. of course you notice immediately. you glare up at her as she avoids your eyes, moving your head into her line of sight so she has to address you.

she sighs, folding under zero pressure. just that intense, bossy look in your eyes. “look it’s nothing, ‘kay? just me being too worried. i just think, sometimes, you’d be better off with someone your own age. or without me. i just feel like i drag you down sometimes. like im not as pretty, or fun as people your age.” she huffs, crossing her arms and staring back into your dumbfounded eyes.

“sevika! no!” you exclaim after picking your jaw up off the floor. “that’s not true at all i promise you.”

“i just don’t believe it. you’re out of my league, in more ways than one.”

“nope, none of that. what? you don’t feel hip enough? not pretty enough? nonsense.” you grumble, grabbing her hand and already tugging her towards your room.

after forcing her to sit down with you, you drag a basket out from under your bed. it contains nail polish, gems, brushes, you name it.

“the hell is this?” sevika questions, shutting up quickly when you press a finger to her lips.

“shush. pick a color, i’m gonna paint them. i love doing my nails and getting them done, it makes me feel nice. same with my hair, and doing all my skincare.” you explain while she looks into the basket, digging through the small glass bottles before pulling out a deep red color.

“so you’re gonna do mine?” she questions, handing you the bottle.

you nod and grab her hand, shaking the bottle of nail polish before opening it and gently spreading the thick mixture on her thumb. you go through all her fingers before moving to the next hand.

“do you want a design on them?” you question in a murmur, focused on not getting any of the polish on sevika’s deep skin.

she thinks for a little bit, watching you before stating her idea. “you shout put a heart on my middle finger, so when i flip people off that’s what they see.”

you snort and glance up at her with a raised eyebrow. “isn’t the whole point of a middle finger to be rude?”

“yeah but i really only flip you off when you push my buttons.” she shrugs. “so then when i do, you’ll know it’s good hearted.”

“you’re such a dork. but fine, i will.” you relent, looking up at her before finishing up her nails and grabbing a brush and a different color to do the heart.

you put the heart on her middle fingers just as she asked, pulling away and holding her own hand up for her to see when your done. she smiles when she sees them, but her attention is quickly snatched by you when you stand up and walk into your bathroom. coming back out with your hands full.

“whats that?” she hums, looking into your lap as you sit down.

“face masks, lotions, serums. the whole sha-bang.” you answer, grabbing the sheet masks you’ve brought and holding them up. they’re both based off animals.

“you can have the panda one, and i’ll have the cat one.” you state, going to hand one to her but realizing her nails are still drying. “huh. guess i’ll put it on for you.”

you scoot closer, rip open the package and pull the wet sheet out. you unfold it and tilt her head back, lining it up so it fits right and resting it against her skin. she jumps at how cold it is, but doesn’t protest. she shuts her eyes when she realizes you’re hovering over her, inches from her face. so close she can feel your breath against her skin, hear your focused huffs.

once it’s placed on her skin, you sit back on your heels and open your own. placing it on your face and looking back at her.

“how do i look, sev?” you say, putting your hands under your head and posing like an ancient greek statue.

“ridiculous. how do i look?” she answers while grinning, doing a pose similar to you.

“you look…nothing like a panda. these masks aren’t very accurate.” you grumble, snatching the packaging off the ground and looking at it before scowling and tossing the packaging away.

“what did you expect, baby? that we’d look like we should be in a zoo?” she chortles, turning her head as you walk on your knees to be behind her.

“well for the price i payed, hell yeah” you criticize.

you run your fingers through her hair, a tender smile gracing your lips as she tilts her head back like a dog wanting more.

“i’m gonna braid your hair, and then tomorrow when you take them out your hair will be all wavy. even prettier than usual.” you explain, your mouth right near her ear. you notice how her hands grab onto her thighs, and just to tease her you poke her cheek and laugh. you sit up straight again, parting her hair and starting to twirl the strands. after a few minutes, and multiple complaints from sevika, you pat her head and pull back. she runs her fingers over the french braids, glancing back at you.

“they look good right? not stupid?” she utters, looming up at you with apprehension.

you shake your head at her. “nope! i like ‘em. maybe when you go back to work i’ll do them for you.” you offer, patting her shoulders and sliding to sit at her side.

eventually she peels the face mask off, following your moves to a tee. she pats her face after, rubbing in the slimy liquid so her skin can absorb it. she’s quickly assaulted by you smothering more serums on her face, scrunching up her face as you rub the goop in.

“i think i’m moisturized, baby. i’m dripping.” she says, pushing your hands away and touching her face.

you finally relent, pulling back. “okay, okay, one more thing then we can go cuddle.” you reassure, grabbing the small container of lip mask you brought. you screw it open, dip your finger in, and smear it across her lips. pulling back, she croons.

“could’ve kissed it on instead.” she croaks, looking away to hide the flush growing on her neck.

“well i still need some for myself.” you state, pausing after your words before leaning in and pecking her lips. giggling against them when she groans.

you pull away and rub your lips together, watching as she reels from the kiss. down-bad. very down-bad, is all you think.

after a few minutes she finally meets your gaze, speaking tenderly.

“thank you. for this. i liked it, made me feel good.” she admits, her hands tentatively reaching out to wrap around you.

you receive it well, letting it happen and watching as she leans against you. your fingers graze her cheekbones, tracing the soft skin there.

“i don’t ever want you to be insecure. i want you, no one younger or prettier. you’re pretty. you’re perfect. you’re amazing.” you say sternly.

she nods, pushing her forehead against your collarbone and pressing a kiss right below it.

synopsis: after last night, what you said has to be talked about.

pairing: older loser!sevika x younger fem!reader

tags: fluff, flirting, deep talks

a/n: previous part here!!! this might be kinda boring so lmk, but i’m excited to keep writing this :] NEXT PART

the rest of that night was quiet for sevika, a blur for you. you cried into her shirt for a bit as she held you, and ended up falling asleep against her. you woke up for a bit, glancing around disoriented before you heard her heartbeat under yourself. not only was there warmth from the blanket she tugged around you but there was warmth emitting from her hands around your back. she was fast asleep, snoring loudly and holding you tightly. like you would get up, as if. you listened to her heart drumming against her ribs softly until you were lulled to sleep.

in the morning you had woken up before her again, climbing off her to use the bathroom. when you came back she was sat up slightly, her face all scrunched up and a tired frown on her face. when you walked back over to the couch, she opened her arms for you to lay back into, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. you slowly lay back down, now wide awake as you think about last night.

what had happened? you remember calling her…and then bawling in her arms about something. did you tell her you loved her? dread slices through your bones, cutting you open and letting vulnerability trickle out.

“sev…what exactly happened last night?” you finally break the silence, your throat hoarse from god knows what.

she blinks. what happened? only something she’s dreamed about for months now. but you don’t even remember it. maybe you didn’t even mean it, she thinks. but you cried to her while saying it, clutched her shirt and wailed against her. there has to be some truth to your words.

“well,” she starts, sighing and running a hand through her hair. “you called me to get you, and i picked you up. you said some stuff in the car, i think you were flirting.” she shrugs after that and continues. “then i carried you inside, you puked up whatever crappy booze you drank, i helped you change your clothes…and you got really emotional. and said you loved me.” she mumbles the last few words, shutting her eyes and bracing for your rejection.

you listen intently to her, nodding as some of it comes back to you. when she finishes speaking, you bite your lip.

“oh.” what if sevika wasn’t ready to hear that? what if she didn’t take you, your guys’ relationship as serious as you?

“look i-“ you start before she butts in.

“i know you probably didn’t mean it. you were drunk, it’s fine.” she grunts.

“no, no that’s not it at all. i did mean it, i do mean it. i thought you wouldn’t want to hear that.”

“me? not want to hear that? hear that you love me? what kind of idiot wouldn’t want that.” she scoffs, looking down at you skeptically with furrowed eyebrows.

you just stare up at her, stunned. you don’t really know what to say, or what happens next.

“if you mean it, then i do too. hell, even if you didn’t i’d still say it, over and over.” she adds, her nails digging into her palm as she admits it to you.

“now what?” you quickly question, your own gaze locked on her now nerve filled one.

“what do you want. we go at your pace.”

“well i want you.” you blurt out.

“is that what you really want? i’m old, what if im not good for you?” she questions in a hesitant tone. clenching her jaw so tightly she’s grinding her teeth together.

you scoff at her audacity; “i know what’s good for me, and i know you’re perfect for me. ‘kay?” you state, sitting up slightly and forcing her eyes to meet yours.

sevika gazes at you, taking deep breaths and trying to read what your thinking.

“sevika i love you. does that say enough? you’re what i want, you’re what i need. what i’ve needed in my life.” you mumble in an exasperated tone, dropping your forehead against her chest.

“…i love you too. i mean it. i want you, us, too.” she states quietly, putting a hand on the top of your head and running her thick fingers through her hair.

“does this make us a couple?” sevika awkwardly asks, pulling her lips into a thin line as she waits for your reply.

you shake your head and burst into giggles, to which sevika just runs her hands down her face in shame.

“sure sev, could’ve been a little more romantic with it.” you tease, to which sevika makes a noise of playful annoyance.

“oh so what you said in the car last night was true?” she questions.

“what did i say?!” you gasp, lifting your head up and glaring at her.

“you said i was just taking you home and that i should’ve taken you to dinner first. oh and you called me desperate.”

your cheeks heat up as she says that, covering your mouth with your hand. “okay see i was just drunk-“

sevika interrupts you with a laugh, throwing her head back against the arm of the couch.

“you’re right about the desperate part, i guess.”

it really means a lot to me. i’ve always been a little insecure about my writing and seeing so many people love, appreciate, and want more of it makes me feel overjoyed and very motivated.

as for the series (because yes i’m going to keep it going), i’ll try to update as consistently as possible. i also want to mention that my requests are open for a very short time. i’m working on two i’ve had for a bit now, some headcanons and some smut (the smut will take awhile sorry 😓😓).

i’ll be writing the next part to the series tonight, and it will either be posted very late at night or tomorrow morning!

synopsis: sevika helps you after you get drunk, and doesn’t know what to say when you admit what’s on your mind.

pairing: older loser!sevika x younger fem!reader

tags: fluff, reader is drunk, mentions of alcohol (barley), mentions of puke, comfort, reader is drunk flirting, flustered sevika

a/n: previous part here!! i really liked writing sevika caring for reader and i think this is soooo cute. i really hope you enjoy!! 🥹🥹 NEXT PART HERE!!

movie dates, casual hangouts, picnics, and so much more had taken over your time with sevika. when you weren’t studying or with friends, you were with sevika.

you both are loving what’s happening between you two, getting closer emotionally by each day. physically too. sevika takes her time with you, asks you questions about yourself that you’ve never even thought about. it’s like she really cares, wants something real with you.

of course you act the same with her, questioning her all about her past and asking silly questions just to hear her sighs and deep chuckles. she enjoys it, it makes her feel understood. and it’s just nice to talk to someone with so much vulnerability after not having anybody at all.

imagine her surprise when she gets a call from you, almost two in the morning. you’re supposed to be out with your friends, at some frat party, having a blast. so when you call her, slurring into the phone about how you can’t find your friends and some guy is trying to take you home, she panics.

“what? what’d you say doll?” she says into the phone, trying to be as calm as possible so she doesn’t freak you out.

“can’t find my friendssss, and my head…uuugh…” you slur, huffing into the phone. “can you…you get me? m’not good, not feeling good..”

sevika is already sliding on her shoes and grabbing her car keys while she replies; “‘course i can get you. can you send me your location?”

you pull your phone away from your ear, tapping your phone screen clumsily and sharing your location with her.

by the time she gets there you’re already outside, waiting for her. she parks, quickly hopping out of her truck and walking towards you. you see her and try to meet her halfway, almost tripping in the process. luckily she’s able to grab your arm before you fall, pulling you up and steadying you by your shoulders.

“heeey sev! m’glad to see you!” you stammer, clumsily pushing your hair out of your face.

“jesus, sugar. how much did you drink-?” she grunts with slight alarm, looking you up and down to make sure you’re not hurt in anyway. you must be freezing, wearing short-shorts and a small top.

she shrugs her jacket off, still keeping one hand curled around your shoulder. “why don’t we get into my truck, hm?” she wraps the leather around you, then puts one hand on your back to guide you to her truck. she opens the door for you, helping you get in and even buckling the seatbelt for you. even if you could do it by yourself, she was already there, so why wouldn’t she?

she climbs into the drivers seat, turning on the heat and glancing at you. “you don’t feel sick, do you?” she asks, humming when you shake your head. she puts the car in drive, pulling away from the curb she parked at. she flinches when you lean over and wrap your hands around her arm, playfully tugging at it. your nails dig into her skin, leaving little marks that she’ll rub her fingers across when she misses you.

“taking me hooome already? not even dinnner? i didn’t know you were thaaat desperate.” you giggle while looking up at her.

her eyes grow into saucers at your words, choking on her spit at the intent behind them. she knows it’s just the alcohol talking, making your usually sharp brain dull.

“i-…sweetheart we’ve been on many dates.” she states, her grip around the steering wheel tight.

“you can be desperateee, s’okay, s’cute.” you reassure with a purse in your lips, tapping her arm to try and get her attention.

her embarrassment grows as you keep speaking. drunk words are sober thoughts, she thinks. so what if she’s easy for you? who wouldn’t be!

“you’re cute.” that’s the only rebuttal she can give, because you aren’t exactly wrong.

she doesn’t say much the rest of the ride, letting you babble quietly to yourself. she does smile when you rest your head against her arm, letting you stay there. when you complain about not feeling good, she sighs with dread. luckily she arrives at her apartment, climbing out of the car and waking around to the passenger side to get you. instead of letting you stumble around, she pulls you out of the car and into her arms. she’s holding you up against her with one arm as she grabs your phone from the seat and shuts the car door. your arms wrap around her neck as she carries you up the stairs, fumbling with her keys when you press your face against her neck. she finally gets into her apartment, setting you down on the couch.

she leaves you there for a bit as she walks into her kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring water into it. then, of course, grabbing some advil. she sets it down on the coffee table in front of you, walking off to the bathroom and coming back with the trash can. she sets it by your feet and sits down next to you, placing the glass of water between your hands and guiding it to your lips.

“drink some so you can take some advil, i bet your heads pounding huh?” she comments, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking one side behind your ear.

“my head…my stomach…my legs…all hurt.” you state after taking small sips of water, leaning back on the couch.

she nods, putting the back of her hand against your forehead and then both of your cheeks.

of course you end up puking, which sevika knew would happen. she just holds your long locks out of your face and rubs your back as you wretch into the trash can.

“you’re okay, shhh…you’ll feel better after. you’re doing just fine.” she soothes, still rubbing your back when you lift your head up. she keeps your hair behind your shoulders as she takes the trash can away. she comes back a few minutes later, holding a damp washcloth in one hand and some clothes in the other. she crouches down between your legs, wiping your face down with the cloth softly.

“i brought you clothes to change into. if you want to.” she states, setting the now dirtied cloth down and grabbing the clothes.

you look at them before meeting her eyes. “m’so tired.” you grumble.

“do you want me to help?” she immediately offers.

when you nod she sits back on the couch, helping you slide your top off. you watch her, see how she doesn’t even glance at your body. if it were anyone else you probably wouldn’t trust them.

“you can look, y’know. m’not some monster.”

“you’re drunk, i’m not gonna take advantage of you like that. who would i be if i did?” she states with a scoff, sliding one of her old t-shirts over your head.

you don’t say anything else as she helps you, just watching her unfocused look. it took you by surprise, how much of a gentlewoman she is. it warms your heart, being taken care of in such a loving way. sevika doesn’t miss the way your lip quivers, or the way your eyes get all watery. she quickly slides the sweatpants she was letting you borrow up your legs and perks up.

“what’s wrong? are you feeling sick again, are you gonna puke-“ she questions, her eyebrows furrowed concerningly.

“no…no.” you state. “you’re just so sweet, and nice, and…and you care so much about me. makes me feel reeeal special.” you murmur.

sevika is taken aback but moves closer to you, her thumb brushing a stray tear under your eye. she shakes her head.

“sweet girl, this is the bare minimum, no?” she says with a soft laugh. “you deserve much more than this…and if you give me a chance i will give you everything i can.”

you sniffle and mumble a thank you, which makes sevika laugh at the absolutely absurd thoughts going through your brain. she cups your face, forcing herself to hold eye contact with you.

“you don’t have to thank me. i’d do this forever if i could, just take care of you and love all over you.” she states, wrapping her arms around you and tugging you against her firm chest. “i’m right where i want to be, ‘kay?”

you can’t help but let out a soft hiccup, the tears on your flushed cheeks staining her shirt. you can’t help yourself, speaking without second thought: “sev. i love you.”

she registers your words, arms squeezing you tightly as she rests her chin against your head.

“i love you too.”