#arcane fic

"no way she actually said that to her," sevika snorts, shaking her head. her short dark hair is messy from running her fingers through it all night. "your friends are unhinged, kid."

you and sevika sit cross-legged on your mattress, pillows shoved behind your backs, the glow from your phone screen lighting up both your faces as she scrolls through the latest drama from your group chat.

you roll your eyes but grin anyway, tossing a pillow at her thigh. "says the woman who punched a guy just over a parking spot!"

sevika catches the pillow easily, smirking. her tank top clings to her chest, and you try not to stare too long at the way her biceps flex when she shifts... and those jiggle physics lol.

"alright, it's my turn now," she setting the pillow aside. her voice drops a little lower, still casual but with that edge she gets when she's about to push. "be honest, and real honest. you ever touch yourself thinking 'bout me?"

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who remembers the exact day she met you, the clothes you were wearing, and the strange twist in her stomach when you smiled at her for the first time.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves spending time with you beyond the sex, who genuinely enjoys your presence.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who prefers giving you cash even though transfers are faster; you notice the way her eyes darken whenever she sees you on her bed, in your underwear or with nothing on at all, counting her money that’s yours now.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who never takes anything as a joke, especially when it comes to you.

One night, joking around, you posted something on your insta story saying you needed 500 dollars to buy ice cream.

Not even ten minutes passed before she called you.

“Were you sleeping, darling?” Her voice sounds soft over the phone, her posh accent thicker, maybe from exhaustion.

“I was about to,” you answer with a small smile.

“Would you mind coming over to my house?” she asks, and you know that even though she’s asking, she expects you to say yes. “To give me a goodnight kiss.”

Even when you tell her it’s too late to be out on the street, she says her driver was already on the way to your house.

Caitlyn wanted a goodnight kiss, yes. But after you give it to her, you notice that wicked shine in her eyes. “There’s a gift for you on the nightstand.” And it’s a stack of hundreds waiting for you. “For your ‘ice cream.’”

You let out a little laugh. “I was joking, you know?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who keeps track of you every second of the day. Even though she says your relationship is just transactional, she can’t stop thinking about you. Flooding you with messages like “good morning, darling. i’ll pick you up in an hour, i want to see you before work.” “have you eaten yet?” “how’s your day going?”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who eats your pussy like it’s her last meal. She loves pleasing you and takes her sweet time doing it.

Your legs are thrown over her shoulders while she gives you a “massage.” Well, that’s how it started, but her lips accidentally found your clit. Caitlyn always starts soft, little kisses against your mound. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, darling,” slips from her lips while her first lick is slow, gentle, just to watch your reaction. “and you taste delicious too.”

The funny thing is you both moan, Caitlyn louder than you. “better than any meal i’ve ever had.”

She can spend forever teasing you, keeping you right on the edge. She smiles when your hands tug at her hair without measuring your strength, she doesn’t care, she loves it.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth, princess? But it’s so hard to let you go, you look so pretty needy.”

At this point she’s basically talking to herself because the only things leaving your lips are whines and moans that make her even wetter.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who shows you off and takes care of you like you’re a jewel, precious, because you are, you’re HER precious girl. She has you as her lock screen, a picture of the two of you at the beach on her computer, and if anyone asks, she smiles. “that’s my girl.” And even though it’s unnecessary, she always puts emphasis on the “my.”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who gives you an extension of her credit card because she “trusts you,” when really she doesn’t care how much you spend or what you spend it on. But if it’s clothes, you have to model every single outfit for her and she enjoys it like it’s a real show.

She’s sitting on the couch in her house, a glass of whiskey in her hands. She takes a slow sip while looking at you like she wants to devour you.

“Give me a little turn, darling,” Caitlyn demands, fingers motioning in the direction she wants you to spin. “That’s it, just like that.” You can hear the desire in her voice, the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing this only for her.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves trying new things with you and never imagined she’d enjoy watching you suck her strap this much. But there’s something so erotic about it, the way you look at her while doing it, how your eyes never leave hers for even a second, not even when she grabs more of your hair, pushing her hips upward, smirking whenever you choke even a little.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who rarely lets you top, but when she’s exhausted or especially needy, she gives herself to you without hesitation. She’s vocal, way more than you expected, and ridiculously sensitive, always asking to be cuddled afterward.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who’s always cold, but some nights, when work overwhelms her or she misses her mother, she calls you without thinking.

“I need you, darling,” is all she says, and you know exactly what’s wrong.

Those nights, she lies beside you, just looking at you at first, stroking your hair, kissing your face. Even though she’s the one who needs comfort, what really gives it to her is the warmth of your body.

“You’re an angel,” she murmurs shyly, hiding her face in your neck, hugging you timidly. “Just stay like this with me all night. Please.”

horny! vika who hates when you wear pants. snickers when you wear panties as well. it's all just decorative; harder for her to claim what she truly views as hers.

horny! vika who's more gentle when you're easy for her. when she can lift your skirt with one easy pull, to reveal your ass; bare. makes it so easy for her to slide right in, while rubbing your clit. thick fingers scretching your cunt out.

apropos being more gentle horny! vika who pulls back your hair to remove it out of your face, holding it back while she's actively pounding, borderline rutting into you. gentle horny! vika who gives you her all. with the sheer premise of a little ass slap when you misbehave.

horny! vika who wants it everywhere. backshots on the council table. eating you out in the back of her car. pushing you to deeptroath her strap in the club bathroom, when your both out with your friends.

Sevika was exactly the kind of woman your parents begged you to avoid. But you were entranced by her when you did speak to her for the first time, and since then, you could not forget her. As you indulged in a secret affair, your parents grew suspicious and upon finding out—they sent you away to the city in hopes Sevika wouldn’t chase you…

content tags ; lots of religious trauma, homophobic behaviour, asshole!parents, fem!reader achieves peace with both religion and sexuality, cowgirl!sevika, virginity loss, virgin!reader, strap, lots of flirting, slow burn and tension, reader’s religion isn’t mentioned to keep it neutral, age gap, Sevika calls you “kiddo” and “princess” to piss you off, Sevika is packing 😛, bulging from strap, rough smut, pussy pronouns, oral, cum licking/swallowing, angst + comfort, happy ending ~ 2.9k words

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“I shouldn’t even be talking to you,” you crossed your arms, but for some reason you didn’t move.

You weren’t supposed to be talking to Sevika. Your parents had forbidden you from doing that several times ever since you’d been even younger. You knew why that was. She was… a very intimidating and free woman. She drank alcohol and gambled like her life depended on it but she wasn’t careless. She wasn’t heartless.

And you saw her for that—you saw her for the way she nursed hurt animals and took care of horses with hands that knew roughness on the streets, but somehow also knew gentleness.

Touch feather-light, smirk never missing from her beautiful dark lips.

consensual somno, dry humping, gf!vi, fem!reader, black haired!vi, vi has piercings, whipped!vi

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"babe?"

no response.

"baby?" she called, dragging out the word.

still nothing.

you must have fallen asleep waiting for her, vi concluded as she kicked off her shoes before opening the bedroom door.

the blanket was halfway off of your legs, your soft breaths were gently leaving your parted lips, and your phone rested against your collarbone from when you must have drifted off.

she stood in the doorway for a second, loose strands of her black hair falling into her face.

she waited with a wolfish hunger in her.

watched her prey.

wondered how far she could go until you squirmed underneath her and woke up, whining out a sleepy "what're you doing?"

she'd told you she would be home late that morning, just some dumb work party she "couldn't skip" and "needed to be there for," her boss had said. it was one of those nights where she came home wound up too tight from alcohol to sleep, and then saw you like how you were—

peacefully laid out in only one of her shirts and cotton underwear. you could tease the big bad enemy that was violet and make her melt... even in your sleep.

the expanse of skin on your thighs was just barely visible from under her shirt which practically swallowed you, and your nipples just barely showed through the fabric of it, slightly hardened by the cold air blowing from the ac.

"fuck, baby. you're unreal." she breathed out shakily and slid her belt off.

she carefully climbed into bed, putting one hand down to brace the mattress so it didn't dip too much. she didn't want to wake you, but when she leaned down to gently kiss your temple you shifted a little. barely, just a twitch, but enough to make the hem of her shirt on your body ride up another inch.

she swallowed hard. fuck it.

"just a second, jus' lemme—" she whispered and got on top of you, eyes rolling back and throat choking up as she ground against you once.

after she recovered, vi undid her pants so she was just in her boxers. she was addicted to the feeling of you, and she needed more and she needed more now.

she pulled the blanket over both of you with shaky bandaged hands and dropped all of her weight on you so that her front pressed up against your cute, plump ass. she looped an arm around your waist and let her fingers soothingly smooth over the skin of your stomach to keep you confined to your dreams. to keep you unknowingly easy for her to play with.

her hips rolled again, and she couldn't help the "fuck" that slipped out of her lips as her clit rubbed up against your barely clothed ass.

you sighed in your sleep, nuzzling back into her like your body was already aching for her without needing to be awake for it.

"you don't even know what you do t' me," she murmured.

she moved again and you shifted once more, no big deal, but this time you let out a little whimper. it was barely audible but it was there, and you pressed your hips back into hers instinctively in your sleep as she stilled and lessened the contact.

a moment of silence, then two.

nothing.

fuck, that was close. you were still sleeping.

"you're gonna kill me, hah, fuckin' angel." vi moaned shamelessly, eyes fluttering shut.

her hand slid down to rest on your hips, thumb rubbing tiny circles that made you wriggle slightly.

with just a few more thrusts of her hips and the sleepy little sounds you made when your body chased hers unconsciously, she finished with a low groan, panting as she came down from her high.

her boxers and your panties were ruined with her release, but she didn't mind. she'd buy you more, anyway.

she kissed the back of your neck one more time, amused by how you shivered at the feeling of her snake bites on your skin, and pulled you closer.

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࿇It was that time again. Sevika would become more…frustrated or just not her usual self. She’d indulge in her favorite whiskey a little too much or even smoke more cigars than usual. It wasn’t odd. Well, not for her at least. You knew she went through these issues, but it made you a bit confused. It was like heat, but not really in a way.

The main thing you knew is: she NEEDED to fuck.

You’d catch her in the laundry room, sniffing your work panties deeply—even licking over the spot your cunt laid warmly on. This included with the constant touching, the whining, the humping. The whole everything. It’s not like you were annoyed or anything, just quite surprised at much she need to just fuck. It didn’t help at all with what she last week.

On a particular day at the park, you and Sevika were having a nice little outing. Chatting about whatever while you munched on a sweet little treat when this kid came up, smiling up at you like an angel. Your face practically lit up as the kid reached for you, giggling softly as you hoisted them up on your hip. “Hi, sweetie! Oh—what’s that? Oh! Is that a flower? Such a pretty flower, hm?” The little girl bursted into giggles as you pinched her cheeks gently, snuggling into the crook of your neck as you laughed warmly.

Sevika was utterly smitten.

The way your face beamed along with the little girl, the way you held her close and didn’t let go, and the way you looked so good while being so maternal. Sevika didn’t even understand why that got her going, but it did. Boy it really did. The little girl’s mom soon found her and thanked you for making sure she was alright, taking the little girl away as you waved them goodbye. Your laugh so faded off as they were out of sight, looking back at Sevika with a warm smile. Noticing the dazed look in her face, you chuckled as you raised a brow, “What?”

“Nothin.”

It wasn’t nothing. It was everything but nothing.

You looked so good like that. She thought about how good you’d look as a mama. The mama of her kids—shared of you and her. Again, she didn’t understand where this all came from suddenly, but god did she needed you.

She needed you now.

࿇It was like a switch clicked in Sevika. The moment you two made it home—she pounced on you almost instantly. You were taken aback when she quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed as you landed with a small ‘oof!’ You couldn’t even get a word out before she was on you, kissing you hotly and roughly as her hands roamed down your body. You shuddered at the touch of her bushy tail moving up and down your body. “S-sevika, what’s—Mmph!—what’s with you?”

“Nothin.” She breathed breathlessly as she pulled from the kiss, gazing down at you with such hunger and desire. She didn’t even realize she was drooling. “I-I…I just need you.” Sevika stooped low to be between your legs, quickly ripping off your pants and panties until she was face to face with your cunt. You stared down at her with surprise and arousal as her eyes stared up at you—the puppy ones—as her ears flattened down. “Just let me have you, yeah?”

How could you say no to those pretty eyes?

Once you gave her permission, her mouth was immediately on you. Her tongue lapped over your folds as she had your thighs wide open easily, forcing you tot take whatever she gave you. Your head fell back in the sheets as your eyes fluttered, moaning softly as your hips bucked up to her mouth. “S-shit—Sev!” You didn’t know why she was so eager, but you ain’t complain one bit. “Shit…just—just let me have this.” She grumbled against you before diving back in, but focusing more on your clit.

She devoured as if you was the last thing she ever ate if the word ended. Her tongue slipped into your hole as her thumb rubbed over your clit, making you cry out as your thighs trembled. She never relented, only doubled down on her effort. She felt herself get more hard with how you cried her name, whimpering against your cunt as she humped the air to get at least some friction. It was only then your voice caught her attention, “S-Sev! ‘m gonna…g-gonna cum!” She gave your pussy one last lick before pulling away, earning a whine of protest from you. It didn’t last long when she practically ripped her pants and underwear off, revealing her thick dick.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, baby. I’ve got you.”

࿇That’s how you found yourself here—full mating press. wearing your knees as earmuffs. body moving with each ruthless pounding of sevikas. tears streaming down your face. the bulbous tip of her dick kissing your cervix repeatedly. Sevika was drooling as she grunted and panted heavily, occasionally whining when she felt you pulse around her length. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, biting down harshly, making you cry out.

“F-fuck—you’re so pretty like this baby—mgh! Gonna fill you up…make you a pretty mama, yeah?” Sevika voice filled your drowsy head as she thrusted deeper, feeling shivers run down her spine at the small whimper that escaped you. “S-sev…please. Slow down—ah—y-you’re being so rough!” You would be lying if you said you didn’t like when she was rough—you loved it—but this was totally different.

She wanted to get you pregnant.

Sevika never really did, but now she needed to fill you up.

“Gonna full you up so nicely—ha, fuck—gonna be so pretty.” her words were practically slurred with how drunk she was with your pussy. The way you gripped her. The white ring forming around the base of her cock. It was slowly pushing her to that edge. “Shit—not gonna last too long…she’s actin’ like she don’t wanna let me go. Practically beggin’ for me to fill her up…”

“Sevika—I-mgh! You’re so d-deep…please…’m so close..” your word broke into a strangle moan as she drove deeper into that spot that made you see stars, digging your nails into her shoulder; making her wince. Sevika groaned before she bit down on you once more—marking your neck and shoulder. It didn’t take long before, with only three to four more thrust, that you were cumming blissfully. Sevika soon followed right after you as she filled herself inside of you deeply, groans mixing with your moans as the sticky semen seeped out of you.

It was only after a few moment of heavy breathing did she start again, but slowly thrusting right back into your sopping cunt—eliding the lewd squelching noise as your eyes rolled back. You tried to push at her but, she only held you tighter as she thrusted deeper in you.

“Shh, gotta make sure it sticks, baby…”

synopsis: after you feed into her feelings, she decides to get closer with you.

pairing: older loser!sevika x younger fem!reader

tags: fluff, flirting, shy sevika

a/n: previous part here!!! this part may be a little boring, but the next part will be a little more fun ;) taglist open, comment to be added! EDIT: part four!!!

sevika let’s out a pathetic groan after opening the picture you sent, staring at the picture in awe.

it’s you, posed in front of a floor length mirror. still in a skimpy tank top and sleep shorts, your smooth legs on full display for sevika to gawk at. you’re leaned forward slightly, smiling into the mirror while your eyes are on the camera. one hand holds your phone, while your arm poses into a flex. showing off your bicep just for her. your bra, decorated in pretty lace, peeks through the neckline of the tank top. along with your necklace resting just above your cleavage.

you really only sent it since you were already up, and to hopefully get her to send another selfie. keeps the conversation going, you know?

after sevika gains her breath back, licking her suddenly dry lips and wiping her stupidly smitten smile off her face she gets up. she walks over to her own mirror, trying to figure out a pose. she awkwardly flexes in the same pose you were in, using her phone to hide most of her face in the picture out of sheer embarrassment. she can’t believe herself. blushing and kicking her feet like she’s a sap, all for some girl she barley knows.

she finally replies to you; “Such big muscles, I see. Not as big as mine, though.”

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your breath catches in your throat at the sight of her flexing, her bicep filling up your screen as you zoom in on it. she could probably, no definitely, throw you around with just one hand. you have to admit your thoughts get a little unhinged, so you quickly push them away and answer.

“mine will be that big one day, kay? have faith in me.”

“Sure, sweetheart. One day.”

sevika pauses, thinking of her next move. she hates texting, because she’s bad at it and it makes no sense to her half the time. but she wants to keep talking to you, to get to know you.

“Are you free soon? We can go get coffee if you want to.”

“i can make time tomorrow?”

“That would be great.”

so here she is, sat at a table near a window in a coffee shop you recommended. she’s waiting anxiously for you to arrive, tapping her thick fingers against the table under her elbows. she tried to look nice today, just for you. she put on her best perfume, something musky but gentle. she put on jeans, which rarely happens, and even dug her leather belt out of her closet to add on. an old graphic t-shirt covers her torso, the sleeves stretching around her arms, hidden under her worn out leather jacket. she even cleaned her glasses extra, put on her slightly tarnished rings and chains, even brushed her hair a million times (or what felt like it).

when the little bell above the entrance dings, and she looks up, her jaw tenses. you’re dressed all pretty, hair curled, makeup done, and in such a cute outfit.

when you turn your head and spot her, she waves her hand stiffly. the keychains on your purse clink and jingle as you waltz over and sit down in front of her, smiling.

“hey sev! sorry i’m a little late.” you greet, sliding your jacket off and resting your hands on the table.

“it’s okay.” she reassures. “i already ordered for us, hope you don’t mind.”

“oh no, i don’t.”

sevika nods, glancing around and taking a deep shaky breath. her fingers still tap against the table, turning her attention towards them. she looks at your hands, much cleaner and smaller than her own. she gestures to your nails.

“your nails.” she states blankly.

you look down at them and smile, raising your fingers upwards so she can get a closer look.

“i just got them done. do you like them?”

“yeah, mhm. very you, very pretty.” she say, gently taking your hand in hers for a second before freezing. she shyly lets go, clearing her throat awkwardly and nodding.

“you look very pretty, all dolled up.” she states before making eye contact with you. “i-i mean you look pretty not all dressed up too-“

“don’t worry sev, i know you didn’t mean it like that.” you interrupt with a laugh. “you look very nice too.”

sevika giggles at the compliment before her attention is taken by the server, setting their coffee down and walking away. sevika take hers, black with a packet of sugar. she then looks at yours and furrows her eyebrows.

“is there even any coffee in that?” she questions with a playful scoff, eyeing your frappe.

“there’s some. i don’t like my coffee bitter like you. i like to actually enjoy my drink.”

“hey! who said i don’t enjoy my coffee?

“i did. try it, you’ll like it!” you insist, pushing it towards her.

she picks it up and takes a small sip, grimacing and shaking her head.

“no, i think im okay with my very enjoyable coffee.” she grumbles, pushing it back towards you. “you must have a sweet tooth, maybe that’s why you’re such a sweetheart.” she adds, smiling when you giggle at her.

you take a sip of your drink before resting your head on your fist and looking at her.

“soooo sevika, do you work?”

she shakes her head. “no, not anymore. i used to be a mechanic but i quit.”

“wow, i’m only in college.” you hum.

as you remind her of that, she looks a little guilty. right. you’re just in college, so young and innocent. she shouldn’t be taking a liking to you. but you interrupt her thoughts, tapping her hand to fill her brain with your sickly sweet tone.

“i wouldn’t be here if i had an issue with the age gap, yknow.” you comment.

“what? you like older?” she questions like it’s unbelievable.

“hell yeah! more experienced, more loving. people my age suck! but you’d actually take care of me, wouldn’t you?” you smile at her teasingly after you’re done speaking, pulling the side of your lip between your teeth before letting go.

she recognizes your tone, can tell you aren’t joking and you mean your words. her hand rubs the back of her neck and she leans forward a little.

“so you’re telling me, a beautiful young lady wants an old-ass like me?” she hums, tilting her head.

“exactly like you.” you retort with a shrug.

now it clicks in sevika’s mind that she might be able to pull this off.