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[applejade]

“How much of this truth can I bear to see and still live unblinded? How much of this pain can I use?” - Audre Lorde

My name is Aniya

𖤓 Black American, lesbian, misandrist, 17, she/her

⠀𖤓 I love Sevika, animals and black girls. If I write it’ll be for black readers

Masterlist

[rotten-puppet]

Quick reminder for fanfic writers both on here and ESPECIALLY on AO3…

If your main character has a name and described appearance, DO NOT use the character x reader tag. Like…seriously.

That is an OC. Use the “x oc” or “x original character” tag. Stop using the “x reader” tag. It will not give you more reach because people looking through the “x reader” tag aren’t going to read it. Three guesses why.

You are also making the filtering system null and void, which is harmful ESPECIALLY for archival sites like ao3 where the tags and filtering system are specifically there to make things easier. It’s basic fandom etiquette guys. Common sense and consideration for others. It won’t kill you to tag things correctly.

[victorianeumanstrophywife]

I find it very irritating when a white person writes about a person of color and still center themselves in the story as if non white / darkskinned readers don't exist.

[titi-facts]

It is not x reader if you describe the readers fucking key features.

“As he gazed into your blue eyes…” I have brown eyes.

“You’re pale porcelain skin.” I’m black

“Your hair was a mess but you were late so you put it in a messy bun and ran out the house.” I have short ass dread locs.

Genuinely I’m getting sick of this shit. It’s sad that POC creators have to make their own fanfics and specify it’s only for POC because anything else uses specific attributes that usually only a white person could have. It’s such a fucking turn off to read a good fucking story and then for some reason the author has to fuck it up by adding “your silky hair.” Like wtf is happening? If you have a person in mind then you can make it a character x oc that’s okay! But it is NOT x reader when you’re literally turning us into something that’s not even us. Like do some of yall not realize white peoples are not the only ones reading this shit? Ik many ppl have addressed this but some ppl rlly aren’t changing and it’s just so odd to me. If u want to specify how the “reader” looks. Do everyone a favor and just say it’s an OC there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not fair to people. And it’s not even just about POC. Just in general. Like imagine a brunette reading that shit and it says “your beautiful blonde hair” like???? It’s not fair, it’s just weird. It’s not x reader, it’s x oc and seriously that’s okay!

[applejade]

It's just some snow

Authors note: This upcoming storm is kinda scaring me since I know good and well Texas cannot handle any kind of weather so I wrote a self indulgent fic to cope. My mental health declined very badly over the last months so I wasn't able to bring myself to write. Sorry to the person that requested a knight!Sevika fic like forever ago - I promise I did not forget about you😭. I plan on making a multi chaptered fic with that concept so writing it is taking me a while. Warnings: Southern!Reader (I wrote this with a Texan reader in mind but I tried my best to make it as vague as possible so southerners could insert themself), Sevika and reader live in the city now, reader is a little paranoid from past living situations, very short fluff wc: 747

You prepare for the winter like a doomsday prepper. A generator, cans upon cans of non-perishables and multiple portable chargers. You're used to winter storms being akin to an apocalypse, having grown up in a state that does zilch to helps it's citizens survive in harsh weather. You're used to preparing for the power to be out for days on end. You're ready to have to damn near fight to the death for a pack of water and some bread at a sold out, overcrowded grocery store. That's what you had to do back in your home-state because everyone else's fun snow days were dangerous where you lived.

You don't like to be unprepared for things like this. You still remember hearing about deaths all over the state from little kids just trying to get warm. People passing from carbon monoxide poisoning because they used their car to warm up in their garage or even just lit some candles in their homes.

You've never experienced the cozy excitement of staying home because school and work was out due to the snowfall. Your hometown never had that winter wonderland kind of snow day. It was either stiff snow that refused to be rolled into a snowman or inches of pure ice that caused a state wide panic and ran the government officials out to their luxurious retreats in Cancun.

Needless to say, Sevika's calmness is unheard of for you at the moment. The weather report predicted a snow storm they believe will be "slightly more intense than usual". The forecaster said that there was nothing to worry about but your past experiences with winter storms say otherwise and the city's usual is very different than what you're used to in the south.

You never thought too hard about what other areas did when you were growing up. You had a lot of pride in where you were from despite how utterly unbearable it could be to live there at times, and so did the rest of the state. You spent so much time in your little bubble, you didn't stop to think that an emergency to you was just a mild inconvenience to people in the city. You understood that others didn't have to panic when snow fell but the forecast didn't just say snow. It said storm. Which is why you did what you usually do in the case of a winter storm.

You didn't know what to do with yourself when Sevika revealed that you didn't have move like you were preparing for the purge.

"It's just some snow, baby. It's not the end of the world." She'd said as you frantically loaded the washing machine to prepare for the inevitable lack of water over the weekend. You tried explaining that you've been through this before - that you know what to do during times like these and that she'll thank you later for saving her life.

She shook her head, an amused grin spread across her features. "The pipes will be fine and the power isn't gonna go out. Come on."

She led you to the living room and sat you on the couch. "I'm going to make some hot chocolate. You stay here. Ok?" She spoke like she were talking to an anxious child. You had half a mind to be irritated at her patronizing tone but you relented regardless. You were so exhausted from all the panic cleaning and grocery shopping. It felt good to finally take a seat after stressing all day.

Sevika came back with your hot chocolate and a coffee for herself. She set the mugs down then went to retrieve some blankets and your emotional support plushie. Your lingering anxiety was still apparent, the leg that hung out from under your weighted blanket bounced and you wrung your fingers in your hands.

Sevika decided to turn on what she knows is your comfort show. She pulls you into her and rubs your arm until you settle.

"We'll be fine. Nothing is gonna happen." Her soothing voice settles in your belly and warms you from the inside out. You wrap your arms around her waist and bury your face in the side of her neck. You kiss her lips softly as you realize that you no longer have to deal with the struggles from your old home. The two of you drink and cuddle and you finally feel safe enough to relax for the first time since you heard that weather report.

[999nigga]

I love Black people so much there is nothing better and more expansive in life than being Black like what an expressive and joyful culture to come from and so humorous with it too. No amount of consumption or even admiration can make anything close to actually being in it.

nine hundred and ninety ninety Niggas

[em-jae333]

[unbornchicken12]

I miss when sevika had a pussy, now all she has is a dick

[applejade]

hear me out. sevika and reader with a sugar mommy and sugar baby relationship kinda, but also just friends that won't assume they like each other. reader is a little.. innocent, to not say dumb... and likes to call sevika 'mommy'

so, one day reader is taking to her mother on the phone, and sev thinks she's talking with her cus she said mommy

sorry im bad at requests 💔

Sugar friends

Authors note: This is my first fic request ever🙀 i hope i did it justice. Sorry it took so long to get to it, ive been so slow with writing lately. I didn't know how to fit the phone call part in so i just put it at the end Warnings: kissing, reader is a little ditsy, reader calls Sevika mommy, Sevika calls reader kid once, y/n used once, mostly fluff wc: 2,424

Sevika's always been a generous person. If she has the means to help someone, she will. She has no problem doing things for the people she cares for, she would even say she enjoys it - so when she saw you struggling, she just had to do something.

You'd finally moved out of your parents house into a cozy apartment closer to the college you're attending. During one of your friendly coffee dates with her, you told her with the widest smile on your face how excited you were to finally have your own place and she returned your excitement as well as her awkward self could.

It was all going so well. She helped you move in, set up your furniture in your new home while you worked on the decorations before the two of you had a movie marathon in your new sleepover spot.

She was so happy to see you making moves in life, especially after all that you've done for her over the course of her friendship with you. You were there for her during the hardest parts of her life. When she lost her arm and thought she would never feel whole again, you were there to piece her back together. And once she finally felt as though her life could continue, you helped her get back on her feet - supporting her in every way you could when she decided to leave the blue collar job that made her lose her arm in the first place, for one that was safer.

She owes a lot of her progress to you, and even though she's too much of a coward to say it out loud, she cares for you more than anyone else in her life - so you can imagine how quickly her heart dropped to her ass when she saw salty tears falling from your eyes during one of your sleepovers.

Sitting on your plush couch with her, you tried to stifle your cries in the sleeve of your hoodie. You poured out all of your worries - quietly sobbing to her about all the bills that need to be payed and all the rent payments and school expenses that you just can't stay on top of.

She didn't know what to do with your quivering shoulders, all she could do was wrap you in her burly arm and tell you it would be alright. She kissed your wet cheeks and rubbed your arm while you blew your nose, but no amount of reassuring whispers would calm you down. She understood why, you were like her in a way - not the kind of person to rest until the problem is fixed.

In her desperation to solve your problem, she realized the position she was in. Thanks to your help, she has a job that pays significantly well. She could fix your problem with ease.

"What if I payed for it?"

Your watery eyes snap up to her. You don't say anything but your baffled face is enough to let her know she should elaborate.

"You're having financial problems, I have money - I can just pay whatever needs to be payed and the problem is solved."

You shoot up, shaking your head in protest as you speak. "No! You can't just pay for everything yourself! It's my responsibility."

"Well, do you have another solution?" She defends and you go silent. You make that face you do when you're trying to come up with an argument but your brain just won't cooperate. Shoulders shrugged and lips pouted, you look up at her with wide eyes.

"But- How will I give you sugar?"

Sevika's jaw drops in equal parts confusion and shock. It's times like these when she's reminded of the age difference between you two. All she chokes out is a quiet "What?".

"You're basically suggesting becoming my sugar mommy and being a sugar baby means I would have to give you sugar right? But, I don't know what I'd give you because I don't think you'd want to have sex with m-"

"Alright, kid." She interrupts your rant, not willing to listen to any more of your blunt rambles.

"You don't have to give me anything. Just think of it as a friend helping a friend. Like you've done for me."

You stare at her in silence and she notices the change in the air immediately.

"Don't cry." She deadpans as your eyes well up with more tears.

You let out a wobbly whimper as you try to hold your sobs behind your crumpled up lips. You launch into a hug, tightening your arms around her ribs and burying your face into the middle of her chest.

"I love you, Vika." She can barely hear your slurred words with your voice muffled by her shirt but her heart stutters all the same. She's about to tell you she loves you back when she hears your stifled voice again.

"You're the best friend in the whole world."

Right. You meant love as in friendly love. Platonic love.

Of course you did.

She's perfectly fine with that.

She absolutely feels the exact same way you do.

Fast forward to the present, you no longer have any expenses to cry over. She's payed for your textbooks, helped with your bills and rent, and handled any other miscellaneous expenses you were drowning in as well. Your part time job is practically useless now since Sevika insists on paying for almost everything you want.

This months rent payment sneaked up on you again but before you could even consider getting stressed out, you get a notification of a payment from Sevika on Cash App - the payment captioned: "For the rent."

Your heart swells. It's like she can read your mind. You have to do something to pay her back. You can't just let her give and give while you do nothing but take.

You rack your brain as you try to think of a way to repay her. You assume she wouldn't want the traditional way of sugar baby repayment, not from you - so you come up with a less sexual way of pleasing her.

You decide to cook for her, texting her to come over once she's finished with work. You put as much love as you can into the meal you make for her, hoping it'll portray your appreciation as strongly as you feel it. You even set the atmosphere, lighting candles in the center of the table and bringing a small rose bouquet from your bedroom to place on the table as well.

Once you're satisfied with the taste you plate both of your meals, giving her a rather big portion, knowing how much she can eat. As if on que, a rough knock rattles your door.

You hop with excitement, looking in the mirror hung in the hallway on the way to the door to make sure your hair and outfit are perfect. You decided to dress up just a bit. Not to impress her or anything, just to match the ambience.

You settle on leaving your music on, the lighthearted, jazzy melody you were listening to while cooking only adds to the vibe.

You open the door with poorly contained merriment. Sevika looks awestricken as you gesture for her to walk in. Before she can say anything you close the door behind her and wrap your arms around her neck, reaching up to press a kiss on her warm, scarred cheek.

"What do you think, mommy?"

Sevika almost chokes "Excuse me?"

"I thought since you've officially been my sugar mommy for some time now that I should start calling you mommy too." You say with a cheeky smile.

She forgets how to act after your ambush, letting you lead her to the table while she tries to wrap her head around the kiss and new nickname. She can already see the detriment this is going to do to her self control. It's hard enough trying to deny her attraction to you when you're calling her by her name, she has no idea how she'll survive this and keep and clear mind at the same time.

"And what's all this for?"

"Well, when you payed my rent today, it made me realize how bad I've been." You say with a pout and Sevika only glares.

"Bad at what?" She says, growing tired of your cryptic way of speaking. Her fiery glare ignites nothing but excitement in your belly. Sevika's little angry faces have never scared you, you always took them as just another part of her chronic grumpiness.

"Bad at friendship, of course." You say like it's obvious and she rolls her eyes and sighs. You take her hand and step closer to her.

"I know you don't want to do anything sexual so I thought I'd repay you in a different way."

Sevika's resolve starts to crumble as the two of you maintain eye contact. As she fantasizes about what she'd like to do to you while those doe eyes of yours stare up at her, she realizes that she can't keep convincing herself she feels nothing for you. She wants to come clean tonight.

"Who said I didn't want to do anything sexual?"

A smile grows on your face in response and she starts to think you got the hint.

"Sorry. You never did say that, huh?"

She raises a brow before you push her into her seat.

"You just implied it." You chime as you plop into your own seat and she stares incredulously.

There's no way you're not doing this on purpose.

The two of you throw subtle, flirtatious bones at each other during the duration of the dinner, the ridiculous nickname you've stuck her with coming back to bite her every time she thinks you've forgotten it. She feels insane for thinking you're purposefully inciting her every time you look at her with your lip between your teeth.

She watches your hips sway as you take your plates to the sink, heavy breaths making her chest rise and fall rapidly. She follows you to the kitchen and plants herself next to you, arms crossed and eyes raking over your form.

"You wear this for me?" She asks lowly and your gaze is the picture of innocence when you turn towards her.

You giggle shyly "I just thought it'd go with the vibe."

"Right," She scoffs and softly twirls a coil of your hair around her metal finger. "And you did your hair for the vibe as well?"

She inquires like she can see right through you. Both of you know the lengths you'll go to avoid having to take your hair out of its bonnet. You'd never go through the trouble of detangling and styling your hair just to hang out with a friend in your own home .

You petulantly smack her hand away from your hair to try and pat the coil back into place. "Yes. I did in fact do my hair just for the vibe."

Now you're just blatantly lying to her and yourself, but it doesn't matter. You're 100% sure Sevika doesn't want you as anything other than a sugar baby/friend. You attempt to walk past her when she grabs your waist and leans down to come face to face with you.

"Tell me the real reason you did all this."

"I already told you, mommy." You say teasingly but she doesn't take the bait this time, her face as serious as ever.

"I like you, y/n." Her tone teeters on irritated and it only grows the longer you look at her like you still don't have a clue whats going on. She asks if you understand and you slowly nod.

"Yeah…" you affirm despite the confused squinting of your eyes and she stares, waiting for your response.

"Do you… like me back?" She asks timidly and you nod.

"Of course I do. Why would I be friends with you if I didn't like you?" You laugh softly like she's the one without sense and it takes everything in her not to say something mean. She concludes that there's only one way that might make you understand.

She huffs before she takes your cheek into her hand and kisses you. Your eyes don't close, too confused to fully enjoy the feeling of her lips on yours.

"What are y-"

"Just kiss me back, baby."

You close your eyes when she goes back in to lock your lips with hers, reveling in the warmth of her tongue swiping against your mouth. You let out a sigh, relieved to finally be able to admit how much you truly want to be with her.

The longer the two of you dated, the more comfortable you got with calling Sevika mommy. She never stopped being your sugar mommy, continuing to buy you things as well as paying for the important expenses - so you never felt inclined to stop.

Sevika's protests dwindled with time as well, no longer trying to stop you from calling her the name and instead expecting it. You call her mommy so often its practically replaced 'Vika' in your daily vocabulary. The title went from a way to rage bait your sugar friend to just another term of endearment for your girl. Sevika's gotten so used to the title she almost forgot that you have someone else in your life you call the same thing.

It was her turn to host the sleepover. You laid out on her bed as she finished off the popcorn she made for the two of you. She was about to get up to get more snacks, throwing her long legs over the side of the bed when she heard you murmur something familiar.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah?"

She turns to see you looking at her confusedly. The both of you stare at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to explain, before you start to giggle. You show her the phone she failed to spot beforehand and mouth that you're talking to your real mother.

She huffs in embarrassment and escapes to the kitchen. You get off the phone by the time she comes back into the room with more snacks and she rolls her eyes at the mirthful smirk you wear.

"Guess I'm going to have to start calling my mom something else, hm? Wouldn't want you to get too confused, mommy."

She smacks your butt hard in retaliation and your giggles echo throughout the house.

"You have a lot of audacity for a sugar baby."

[applejade]

Babydoll - pt. 2

Author's note: I'm sorry to anybody that was waiting for this😔Summer class was beating my ass and now regular school is getting me too, but I'm back now and this is the smut portion of my Sugar Mama!Sevika fic: Babydoll. This is also kinda my contribution to kinktober even though I'm not following the themes. (If I ever figure out how to make the spotify link mini then I'll change it) Warnings: •Cunnilingus and fingering(Sevika receiving) •switch!Sevika, switch!reader •straping (Reader receiving) •slight choking (she puts you in a headlock but not for long) •brat taming •overstimulation •crying •forced orgasm (you like it though) •reader calls Sevika big mama, Sevika calls reader variations of babydoll •daddy kink •spanking(only twice) • Sevika is temporarily hesitant •reader is a gold girlie and wears grillz but its only mentioned once •reader is kind of cocky wc: 4,318 | art cred: faethief on insta

Real gold necklaces, custom grillz, and an insane amount of gold rings. You even have a collection of silver and diamond jewelry when you feel like switching it up.

Sevika made good on her word. She makes sure you never want for anything. Whatever whim you have is indulged in. If you want the latest purse from your favorite brand, it's already being delivered to the penthouse you stay with her in.

Make an offhand comment about how you wish you could play the piano and it'll be in your home by the time you're back from your second shopping spree of the month.

She gets off on making your dreams come true. She loves to watch you grow, pays your tuition and makes sure money is never a problem so you can focus on building your dream life.

A small pout and your puppy dog eyes will have her buying you whatever you please, regardless of how stupid of a request.

She's taking you on another shopping spree in the mall when you lead her into a store filled with beauty products. She rolls her eyes when she sees you sashay towards the fragrances.

“Baby” she says with a tired expression “Don't you think you have enough perfumes? I just bought you two of them a couple weeks ago and you obviously have gotten no where near finishing either of them.”

You think back to your collection of perfumes. It has gotten a bit excessive but in your defense, there is nothing wrong with smelling good and it's not like you don't do the same with all the other things she buys you. You have a collection of designer purses, shoes, jewelry, etc. You should allowed to have a collection of perfumes too.

“But don't you like when I smell good? And this is the new Versace, Vika! I need it.”

Despite your very good reasonings, she still doesn't budge. Your face contorts into a frown “You said you'd get me whatever I want.”

“I know, doll - but you-“

You cut her off and pull out your last stop. It's a little embarrassing to say in public but you don't have any fragrances like this one. You need to have it and you know she loves the nickname. Although she's never said it, you know it only reminds her of how much you depend on her and if there’s one thing she loves - it’s feeling like she’s needed.

“Please, daddy. I won't ask for any more perfumes after this.”

Both of you know good and well that's a lie, but the whine in your voice when you call her that is enough to make her cave.

She sighs and gets you the perfume and a couple miscellaneous things from around the store before you take her hand and lead her to Dior.

“I need some more heels, Big Mama.” you giggle, giddy from getting what you wanted.

She buys you said heels and a purse with no complaints - satisfaction blooming in her chest when you hug her with that glittering smile and thank her.

You love Sevika and you love how she treats you. She never fails to keep that promise she made when y'all first got together.

But even after all the money and gifts she’s given you, you’re still not satisfied.

She's not only your sugar mama, but she's your girlfriend now too. It's not like you feel entitled to her or something and you're most definitely very materialistic, but you've come to realize that you need more than just material things.

She showers you with gifts and praise. Always talking about how beautiful you look in everything she buys you so it can't be because she doesn't find you attractive. That definitely isn't it.

You did say you didn't want to be her personal prostitute. Maybe she thinks you don't want her at all. She won't even ask for so much as a kiss. The farthest the two of you get is a couple small pecks on the lips - which is always initiated by you.

You've decided that's the reason - she just doesn't want to push herself onto you. That does sound like her. The lady is so attentive, she probably wouldn't even ask if you want her in case it made you uncomfortable. Her respect for you is charming but it's starting to get a bit irritating. You kind of had an idea of what kind of partner she'd be before you made it official.

You were imagining a dominant, demanding woman. She did reassure you beforehand that she doesn't expect anything from you but you were still expecting some type of action.

You imagined that maybe she’d require a kiss for every item she buys you. Or maybe she’d want to do it every now and then, just because you're her girl. Or maybe that one day she’d decide that you owed her for all the stuff she's bought you and would just take you right then and there.

Your fantasies did get a bit crazier as time went on but this is insanely unusual for you. You never thought the same woman who hit on you so confidently when y'all first met would be like this.

You absolutely adore her but you need more. You need her and the more obedient she acts - the more you crave it.

She serves you like a dog - waiting at your beck and call for whatever new request you have. You try your best not to be disrespectful and order her around but it's so obvious she likes it.

The poor thing is just so desperate for some direction. So used to being the boss everywhere she goes - she just wants to be told what to do instead of having to give out the orders for once.

So you decided to give her what you know she wants.

You see Sevika sitting at her desk in her rather large office room - typing away on her computer like she always does when she's not at work.

You saunter up to her and plop down in her lap, legs spread wide in order to straddle her big thighs.

“Baby-” her hands raise off the keyboard in shock, she tries protesting before you cut her off by wrapping your arms around her and burying your face in the side of her neck.

“When are you gonna take a break?”

Her hands fall back on the keyboard as she sighs. “Not anytime soon, doll.”

“But you've been working so much. You're gonna get burnt out if you go on like this.” You murmur in her ear. “You can afford to stop working for a couple minutes, Vika.”

You hold her right cheek and press soft kisses from below her ear to her collarbone. Still withdrawn, she shakes her head. “I have to get this done.”

Your brows furrow as she goes back to typing around you and your hand falls to her shoulder.

“Sevika...”

Her silver eyes dart to you. You almost never call her by her name now. Always a variation of “honey” or “Vika”.

“Big Mama” when you're feeling playful and “daddy” when you really want something but never her actual name.

“You're always working. It's starting to feel like you never have time for me anymore.” you say sorrowfully.

And although you might be playing it up a bit you really are tired of her constantly focusing on work and not you. (Of course, not counting the many shopping trips y'all take together.)

Her heart strings visibly pull and she scrambles to make you feel better - lifting your face to look into your eyes.

“I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you. What do you want me to get you, hm?”

Her head moves to follow your averted eyes. “I don't want you to get me something”

She resembles a puppy when she tilts her head in confusion, dark brown lips pursing like that'll help her figure out what you want.

“You want me to take you somewhere?”

You shake your head solemnly and her pout only deepens.

“Well- Why don't you just take my card then. Will that make you feel better?"

“No!”

Your irritation is partially feigned. You know you're being difficult but you'd think with the way you were kissing on her and straddling her lap, she'd get the damn hint.

She doesn't get it though. Her once sharp eyes turn into big, round pearls as she finds herself at a loss.

“Well- what is it, doll? Tell me what to do to make you feel better.” Her pitiful tone almost makes you feel bad. Almost.

Your hand travels down from her neck, softly squeezing the plush mound of fat on her chest and her forlorn expression turns into one of confusion.

“I want you to do something to me, daddy.”

You take her flesh hand and lead it down to your pussy. Her silver eyes darken to a cloudy grey as she realizes what you’re asking for.

You lean in to kiss her, one hand holding her hand in place while the other softly grips the back of her hair. Her warm, peppermint scented breath grazes your lips and your eyes flutter closed.

You feel her hand move, thinking she's going to touch you for real this time but instead it comes up to push on your chest. Your heart drops to your womb as your mind races with all the reasons she pushed you away.

Maybe you were wrong.

She really just doesn't want you.

You move to get off her lap. “I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have pushed myself onto you like that. We don't have to-”

“Wait, no!” Sevika's hands grab your waist to keep you sitting in her lap.

“I really want you, baby. I promise I do but-“ Her eyes avoid contact with you as she stumbles over her words.

“You know you don’t have to do this with me, right?” She mumbles.

You pause for a moment, trying to figure out what she's talking about before your head lurches back - an expression of exasperation and confusion falls over your scrunched up face.

“Vika- What? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want you to think you have to do something you don’t want with me just to get what you want. We talked about this beforehand, remember?"

Although you're relieved, you still find yourself at a loss for words. You were right the first time - that's great but you can barely fathom her actually thinking you don't want her back. Considering how confident the woman is, you'd never think she'd think of herself as anything remotely close to undesirable.

“So this is why you haven't done anything? You think I don't want you like that?”

Her silver eyes avert, you can't tell if it's a look of insecurity or confusion but regardless, it kind of irritates you.

“Vika. I've been waiting for you to do something. I thought all the kisses and touches were enough to let you know that I do want you?”

“I just didn't want to put any pressure on you.” She mumbles and you sigh, any left over irritation dissolving at the sound of her meek voice. The poor woman is considerate to a fault.

“I know, honey” You say pityingly before you finally kiss her for real. Months of pent up tension finally being released as you graze your tongue over her lips - asking for entrance. She opens her mouth and you softly suck on her tongue, reveling in the quiet moans she lets out.

You pull back once you catch yourself grinding on her lap. “Take me to bed.”

Your giggles echo through the quiet room as she quickly lifts you up with no struggle. She smirks and wraps your legs around her waist while she walks to the spacious bedroom the two of you share.

She plops you onto the bed and you pull her down with you by her collar. Arms wrapped around her neck as your lips consume her. You softly scratch her nape and she almost whines. Her leg slightly pushes yours up so she can grind on you through your clothes.

You consider letting her hump you until she comes. Her small pants as she starts to speed up are adorable and the desperate expression on her face is almost enough to make you cave but you know you'll need more than just dry humping in a couple more seconds.

You tug on the bottom of her shirt - indicating you want it off and she sits up. She pulls her shirt off as if she were giving a strip show. Dark brown areolas and firm abs that you know she’s immensely proud of. Your breathing picks up and you feel your panties sticking to your cunt. Your hands reach out to touch the rippling muscles that make up her stature.

She lets you touch, a smirk growing on her face as if she knows exactly what you're thinking. She moves to take your pants off. Sliding your tight pajama shorts off and throwing them across the room. She slithers further down the bed and starts to hover over your pussy. Before she can fully get in position you sit up and push her to lay back.

A look of shock crosses her features before she schools it back and she asks what you're doing.

“I wanna eat your pussy, Big Mama.” You say like its obvious and the shock comes back, not fleeting this time and a bit unsure.

You slowly pull on her pants as you let your lips gravitate closer to her clothed pussy.

“Please, daddy. I wanna make you feel good.” You pout up at her as you wait for her answer, giving her time to back out if she truly doesn’t want it.

She softly bites her lip, her pussy clenches at your sultry pleads. She has to remind herself that it’s ok to be pleasured instead of only giving it. And you want to do this. If you both want it then who is she to say no?

“Ok, doll.” She says as she slightly spreads her legs with a shy eagerness.

You smile and slowly pull her pants off completely. Your mouth almost waters at the sight of her puffy pussy encased in her boxers. You kiss the inside of her thighs, softly marking the skin that only you will ever see.

You give a soft kiss to the fabric soaked by her wetness and she huffs out a small sigh when you take a long lick from her opening to the top of her clothed clit. You softly suck it through her boxers and her hips buck.

She almost whines as her hips rock into your face and you giggle. You pull her boxers down, purposefully drawing it out just to see her pout as she resists the urge to beg. Your lips finally meet her bare cunt - pressing against the tip of her swollen clit in a gentle kiss. She lets out a hiss as you suck her bud into your mouth for the first time.

You moan as you finally get a full taste of her. Her pussy is exactly how you imagined. Thick clit and slick, dark brown folds. You lick her opening a couple times before fully dipping your tongue into her. She lets out a pitiful whine as you lick up the wetness dripping out of her heat.

You fall into a rhythm of wide licks and sucks on her clit, working your mouth in tandem with her rocking hips. She grips your hair and you look up to see her head thrown back with her cloudy eyes closed in bliss. You enjoy watching the rise and fall of her full chest but you need to see her face as she falls apart.

"Look at me, Big Mama."

She meets your eyes immediately. A subtle hint of embarrassment flows through her as she realizes how quickly she followed your order, especially with that name you love to call her. But her inhibitions disappear when you grin up at her with so much adoration in your gaze. Pleased with her obedience, you reward her with two fingers in her wet cunt.

She tries to hold back her moans by bitting her lip but the way your fingers work with your tongue make her come undone. She grips you hair and grinds desperately your mouth.

“Feels so good, baby.” She moans out as you match your thrusts with her moving hips. You let your tongue loll out as she practically rides your face. Droll and slick drip down your chin as you watch her gaze fall back on you. Thick eyebrows furrowed and lip clasped between her clenched teeth.

She looks beautiful like this and you mourn all the nights you spent sleeping when you could have been indulging in the feeling of her cunt rubbing against your tongue. So lost in the pleasure you're giving her, she looks to you for permission to cum. Hair falling over her round, silver eyes as she whimpers "Please, baby." over and over again. Your clit pulses and you feel your pussy grow wetter at her whiny begging.

"Cum on my face, pretty."

Curses spill from her lips as she reaches her peak. Her heavy breaths and whimpers bounce off the walls while you moan at the taste of her release. Your nails dig into her firm thighs, sucking hard on her clit until her movements slow to a trembling grind. You release her twitching bud and pull your fingers from her cunt to let her pull you closer.

“Look so pretty like this.” She mumbles languidly as she admires your soaked face. You smile and let her kiss you, telling her how good she did every time her mouth leaves yours. She licks into your mouth and you grind your pulsating clit on her abs. The cold metal of her mech hand grips your ass, guiding your movements back and forth before she picks you up off of her and places you on your back.

You watch with hooded eyes as she walks into her closet. She comes back out with a girthy strap and your eyes widen. It's a deep purple and slightly curved. She climbs into the bed as she attaches it to her waist. “Take your shirt off, doll”

You close your gaping mouth and pull your tank top over your head. Your panties leave next and she settles herself between your legs, smirking at the state of your sopping cunt. “You’re this wet just from eating me out?”

“Oh, shut up. Like I didn't have you trembling two seconds ago.” You say as you roll your eyes at her teasing. Since she can't visibly blush, you've learned to recognize her shyness through her body language. Her eyes widen for a moment while her fists gently clench and you smirk at her subtle way of blushing.

“Don't get cocky, babydoll. Remember who bought you this whole room."

She jabs back and you look around the room y'all are in. It's not like she's wrong, almost everything in here was given to you by her but you're not about to let her win.

“Don't forget who asked to buy everything. It's not my fault you get off on spending your money on me, Big Mama.”

She goes silent for a moment, an equally amused and shocked smirk grows on her face before she lets out a hushed scoff and promptly flips you over. You gasp as she wraps her flesh arm around your neck, pulling you into a kneeling position with her headlock.

"Eating some pussy really made you forget who's charge, huh?" You let out a blissful laugh when you feel her clench her strong arm, her husky voice making you shiver.

“Yeah. That and you begging me to let you cum." Her arm clenches tighter around your neck as your breathing is momentarily cut off. She tells you to shut up and immediately buries her face in the crook of your neck. Eager kisses litter down your back as she grinds against your ass. You let out a breathy half giggle-half moan. “You're so cute, Vika.”

She growls before she lets go your neck and pushes your head into the bed. You yelp as you feel her strap slide through your folds and push against your opening. She continues teasing you until you glare back at her - the arrogant smirk spread across her features as infuriating as ever.

"Are you gonna fuck me tonight?" Your sarcasm only makes her want to straighten you out even more.

"You should watch your tone, babydoll." She rumbles before shoving her strap into your sopping cunt. You moan into the bed at the burn of your pussy being stretched so suddenly. She barely gives you any time to adjust before she's pounding into you.

You writhe and arch your back even further. It's been so long since you've been touched let alone railed, you forgot how to act. Hands clenching the sheets in front of you as you attempt to move away from her relentless thrusts. She pulls you back onto her strap, digging it so deep it feels like it's in your stomach.

"What happened to all the snide remarks, baby? You forget how to talk?" Her amusement is unmistakable when she teases you. You'd bite back if your mouth would work correctly, but it feels like your mind is broken. Her heavy strap taking any sense you had left every time it drags against your swollen walls.

You attempt to push yourself up, doing anything you can to try and handle the abuse on your cunt but her hand comes down quickly on the back of your neck - keeping your ass up and face in the sheets.

She watches your pussy leak and chuckles lowly, landing a slap on your ass. "You gonna cum, doll?" She says with all the relaxation in the world while you droll onto the sheets, moaning loudly with every harsh thrust.

You nod as best as you can and she hums "Well, hold it."

You let out a questioning whine and look back at her. "Daddy-"

"Don't try to argue with me." She doesn't slow down and you look at her incredulously.

"I can't" you whine through pitiful whimpers but she shows no sympathy, only gazing down at you sadistically. "You're gonna have to. Unless you apologize for being a spoiled brat."

You roll your eyes despite the overwhelming pleasure blooming in the pit of your stomach. "But-" you huff, trying to fight off your moans so you can protest. "You started it! You teased me first."

You pout when she does nothing but smirk and raise a brow. You could almost cry with how frustrated you are. "I can't hold it, Vika." you snivel and she slaps your ass again. This time the force makes you lurch forward and you cry out.

"Say sorry or you wont be cumming at all tonight." She starts to slow her thrusts and you wail.

Your jaw clenches with your stubbornness. You don't want to let her win but you need to cum, so you curl your lip and mutter an apology - apparently not loud enough for Sevika.

"What was that?"

You sniffle and stuff your pride down. "I said I'm sorry! Please, Vika!"

"What do you call me?"

"Daddy! Please make me cum, daddy. I'll be good." You mewl and she lets out a triumphant hum.

"Good girl." She purrs into your ear as she leans down to press a soft kiss to your hot cheek.

Your eyes roll back when she picks up her brutal pace again. She rubs fast circles into your clit and your peak reaches almost instantly. Your pussy gushes while your legs shake at the overwhelming pleasure. You hear her breathy chuckles behind your loud moans and you reach back to try and stop her from moving.

She grips your arm and you kick your legs as much as you can "It's too much!" you slur pitifully. Cooing at your ruined state, she feels a little bad but she wants this to last just a little bit longer.

You bury your face into the sheets while you shake at the overstimulation. She pulls you up by the front of your neck and kisses your tear-stained cheeks.

"Just one more time, baby."

You shake your head dazedly. Everything is too sensitive, you don't want to cum again but her mech hand goes right back to your swollen clit. One of your hands squeeze her buff bicep while the other holds her mech hand. Tears fall from your clenched eyes as your orgasm washes over you almost painfully.

She finally pulls out once your soft sobs turn into tired moans and gently lays you on the bed. Your shaky breaths puff out heavily and Sevika snickers.

"Wore you out, huh?" She says smugly and you giggle with the last bit of energy you have left. You feel her getting off the bed and reach out to pull her back. You smile tiredly at the shocked face she makes when you successfully make her lay down. Your leg drapes over hers and you lay your head on her bare chest.

"Baby-" She laughs softly "I need to change the sheets and you need to shower."

You shake your head and close your eyes. She tries to get up and you hold her tighter. "Just lay with me for a second."

She looks at your sleepy face. She knows it won't be just a second but she can't bring herself to push you off. She succumbs to your hold and wraps her arm around your back, closing her eyes along with you. She just can't say no to her babydoll.

[applejade]

i js wanna post this fic with a song but it wont let me change the size😭ik its possible cuz i saw someone else with the mini spotify link

if someone knows how to do it pls tell me🙏🏾

[hcneymooners]

going on holiday today so i’ll be in and out until next monday, but before i vanish for a bit, i wanted to leave a little note that stretches across every fandom space i’m in:

it is completely okay for non-black people to say the word black when describing someone’s race or identity.

i’ve noticed this hesitation, this reaching for words like “tan” or “golden” especially when talking about light-skinned black characters. baby they are light brown, yes, and still black. and it’s funny how we can write whole lyrical paragraphs about how pale a character is, but we stop short when it comes to blackness.

black is not a bad word. blackness is not something to be tiptoed around or avoided.

what ends up happening is that black and brown characters often just don’t get described at all. if a character is brownskin or darkskin they just completely absolved from the narrative. there’s this kind of silence, like you’re afraid of saying the wrong thing, but that silence erases people too.

so i’m just gently encouraging you to lean into that discomfort and move through it. if you’re not sure in how to write it, do research.

i emphasize this a lot in my own writing because sometimes i think people forget i’m black and also because i want to show that you can write blackness without turning us into metaphors or dessert.

i think we deserve to be seen clearly.

alright, that’s everything. all my love.

ally x

[applejade]

If you drop the Sugar Mama Sevika fic MY LIFE IS YOURS‼️‼️ 💔

I didnt know anyone actually wanted the pt 2😭 these summer classes are kicking my ass rn but the fic is almost done🫡

[atereaste]

Listen I love TLOU and the fandom very much but a lot of people (not calling anybody out) need a reality check and need to grow up. I wanna say my two cents on things that bother me in this fandom.

1. Boycotting for Palestine

I have seen multiple times on multiple occasions where people would sit on their phone and complain about why writers are “flooding the tags with this boycotting bullshit” and honestly all I have to say is your super childish you can’t take a hour or a week out of your day to raise awareness on a important topic that is affecting millions of people? Your so horny so down bad for pixelated characters that you don’t care about the innocent children, women and men that are dying in Palestine? The boycotting isn’t gonna stop just because you want your needs filled, the boycotting isn’t going to stop because you think it needs to, it’s not gonna stop until Palestine is free. And if you wanna read things that bad then read nobody is stoping you but a take into ignition that if a writer is spreading awareness then don’t be ignorant and say stupid shit

2. Less Sex and more angst or other genres.

Listen I love Abby and Ellie just like everyone else and I read a lot of smut about them but does that all y’all see when y’all look at them? As sex objects? Like I’m not saying that you should stop writing smut for those characters but write other things to that don’t involve smut, like angst I see a lot of people under that tag say how they wish writers would as write other things that isn’t just smut and majority of the time when they say that they get hated for it. It lowkey gets boring reading fanfics where the whole plot is smut, smut, smut. And again I’m not saying to stop writing smut but please for the love of whatever you believe in write other genres.

3. Black inclusivity

As a black writer and a black person TLOU tag isn’t inclusive enough. I know you must be thinking “Why are we speaking about this again?” Because I’m honestly so tired of how uninclusive the fandom is like I said before Ellie dates WOC if you don’t know what WOC is it’s Women Of Color all of Ellie’s girlfriends where WOC now I’m not saying you can’t write for Ellie as a white person and I’m not saying that never did all I am saying is once again all of Ellie’s girlfriend where POC

Riley was a Black African American who Dated Ellie

Cat the girl who wasn’t mentioned alot but is in the game is Asian American who also dated Ellie

Dina is a Jewish (Mexican, Middle Eastern ) American who dated Ellie

Also yes we know when the reader is white coded so don’t try a put that you don’t mention when race mentioned cause you do and we can tell when you do “She’s Petite and cute with her long blonde hair” or whatever you bitches be saying we know when you guys aren’t inclusive the whole point of fanfiction writing is to be inclusive is to make sure that readers can see themself in your xreader so if your putting all these “white things and then labeling your story as “the readers race is not mentioned” or that OC stuff that y’all do then just label the story as a white reader or a OC reader

4. Futa, trans and masc

Now here I’m gonna discuss two or three things starting off with Futa and Trans. Now I don’t know when “Futa” or “Trans” Ellie and Abby came from but a lot of you readers need to understand and learn the difference between the two because they are both very different things.

Futanari: is the Japanese word for hermaphroditism, which is also used in a broader sense for androgyny. Beyond Japan, the term has come to be used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of eroge, manga, and anime, which includes characters that show primary sexual characteristics from both females and males. In today's language, it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine body, but have both female and male primary genitalia (although a scrotum is not always present, while breasts, a penis, and a vulva are). The term is also often abbreviated as futa(s), which is also used as a generalized term for the works themselves.

Transgender (often shortened to trans) is someone whose gender identity differs from that typically associated with the sex they were assigned at birth. Some transgender people who desire medical assistance to transition from one sex to another identify as transsexual. Transgender is also an umbrella term; in addition to including people whose gender identity is the opposite of their assigned sex (trans men and trans women), it may also include people who are non-binary or genderqueer. Other definitions of transgender also include people who belong to a third gender, or else conceptualize transgender people as a third gender. The term may also include cross-dressers or drag kings and drag queens in some contexts. The term transgender does not have a universally accepted definition, including among researchers.

Mind you I am not transgender I am nonbinary but I see a lot of transgender people speak up about how offensive it is to write a character as Transgender but it’s not really transgender but a Futanari remember a Futa is a character who is assigned a gender at birth but just has extra sexual parts like a penis.

Now another thing that bothers me is how y’all Masculinize Masc Lesbians as if they still aren’t women themselves like every time I read a fanfic with Ellie or Abby or even Vi and Sevika from Arcane you guys like to ignore they fact that they are also women themselves like it’s not gonna kill you to give those characters feminine compliments there shouldn’t be a reason why your calling these women “handsome” or other Masculine compliments and also a lot of Masculine women where makeup it’s not just a feminine woman thing. Masc Lesbians are women they aren’t men so stop treating them as if they are men and ignoring the fact that they are women

5. the Innocent childish reader gotta stop.

They title says enough I don’t think I need to say too much but a lot of y’all get innocent and corruption mixed up but a corruption kink is When you find the idea of "corrupting" someone, mostly in a sexual way, like taking virginities or introducing people to stuff like bdsm etc. It's the idea of having someone "pure" do "bad" things under your influence. And innocent is not corrupted or tainted with evil or unpleasant emotion; sinless; pure. not guilty of a particular crime; blameless. (From the dictionary)

Y’all need to understand yes not everyone knows what sex is but everyone knows what a vagina is what a penis is, what a orgasm is and what sex is but they may not knows what happens when you have sex so making the reader what y’all call innocent isn’t innocent it’s honestly to me perverted cause the only one who would say something like “my cunny feels weird 🥺” or that “what is sex 🥺” is a child. Children don’t know what sex is children don’t know what pleasure or orgasms is and when y’all say “the reader is a Bimbo” is also funny cause Bimbos know what sex is as well yes they may be stupid but they aren’t slow so before you make a innocent reader please think “am I making my reader act like a child or am I gonna make her really innocent like how regular grown ass adults act?” so don't get not knowing and "innocent" mixed up

6. The stories where they have sex inside a church also gotta stop

Now I’m not a Christian but these stories are honestly really bad and are Blasphemy a lot of people have come out and said that they don’t like the fact that people are writing stories about church in a sexual way like their shouldn’t be any reason why your characters are fucking inside a church, that’s like stomping on someone’s dead grave. You guys do shit like this and then wonder why Christian’s don’t like us. Religion isn’t something to be sexualized it’s not something to be playing with either this idc how much you hate Christianity you can be a Atheist, or Catholic or Jewish but please for the love of whatever you believe in don’t sexualize people’s religion.

That’s all I can think of at the moment if I think of more I’ll of course make a part two to this but don’t take anything I said here to heart it’s just my blunt honest opinion on things in this fandom and if I get hate for this 🤷🏾‍♀️

[princesssmars]

like please for the love of god stop saying they are "running their hands through your hair" !!! they're fuckin up my braids

[lov4gor3]

okay it's lowkey getting weird why tf yall making oc's that's the daughter of the damn klan.... yeah please wrap this shit tf up.... QUICKY

[cinnamonlouu]

I feel like it be yt people who try to fit in and shove their selves into black spaces to be included. (Sounding like remmick to me)

[gardns]

Drawn to Be Desired, Erased to Be Consumed: White queer gaze, Fan Revisions and Sevika

The white arcane fans have been pissing me off for a while now. Y’all are straight up racist to Mel and vilify her. Y’all love to talk about Sevika and her strap, but you only choose to love and thirst over a version of Sevika. Sevika is Black and South Asian, and white Arcane fans continue to whitewash her and reduce her to nothing but her strap. Y’all selectively consume BIPOC characters like Sevika, sexualizing them while simultaneously whitewashing and flattening the very racial and cultural specificity that defines them. You all misread BIPOC features through a white lens and refuse to acknowledge them as valid in their own right.

This is a problem with BIPOC characters in general, and it reflects a profound ignorance of racial and ethnic features. It’s especially annoying when this ignorance is paired with defensiveness when erasure is called out. Y’all sanitise anything that challenges white comfort.

Sevika is a rare example of a character who is butch, disabled, and racially coded as Black and South Asian. Instead of embracing that complexity, many fan creators selectively filter her through the white gaze, softening her features, lightening her skin in ways that align more with whiteness rather than with the culturally grounded design she was given in Arcane.

For y’all, she’s nothing but a strap with muscles. She’s a stoic domme trope to white fans People love her muscles and the fucking shimmer strap y’all love talking about but shy away from and erase what makes her culturally meaningful.

Your Favorite Butch is Black and South Asian. You just keep revising her to fit your standards. For the love of God, why is whiteness still the lens through which beauty and queerness are interpreted even in fictional spaces that are meant to be liberated from real-world biases? Y’all want ‘exotic’ but not too ethnic.

You misread BIPOC features through your white gaze and refuse to acknowledge them as valid in their own right, but what’s worse of all of this is the defensiveness and derision of white fans when BIPOC fans point these things out. Rather than engaging in good faith, y’all centre white feelings and fragility.BIPOC folks are often expected to “educate gently” or not at all. We’re not a TED talk. We shouldn’t have to to have to explain our bodies to white people like why our knees are darker or why our lips are pigmented. Y'all treat us as if we’re anomalies. Whiteness is treated as the default, and everything else needs justification.

The lack of body hair on Sevika's character design is another bone of contention for me, but that's a discussion for another time. And I know that white beauty standards harm everyone, so please do not bring that argument to me because a white woman growing out her leg or armpit hair is seen as a bold and rebellious feminist statement. Yes, she may still face criticism, but she’s doing so from within the norm, and the act is often aestheticised and commodified, but when a South Asian woman chooses not to remove her body hair, she isn’t “disrupting beauty norms”. She’s seen as lazy, dirty, undesirable and as someone who has failed to “civilise” herself. There is no celebration, no romantic filter, no empowerment. There is only discomfort.

Y’all already call Indian people dirty to the point where when there was a plane crash in Gujarat, people were saying it crashed because of the smell of Indians.

Even in South Asia, darker-skinned, oppressed -caste, and working-class women are far more harshly policed for having visible hair. Meanwhile, fair-skinned or upper-class women might be forgiven for the same features. This intra-community policing is directly inherited from British and Brahminical beauty hierarchies. White and Savarna feminism often erases it by pretending that the European beauty standards conversation is just about gender and not about race, caste, and proximity to whiteness.

I suppose my main point here is that White fans are quick to eroticize BIPOC characters and to erase the racial, cultural, and historical context that makes them whole. Your desire for Sevika is selective. You’ll write fanfics about her strap, but revise her face until it stops looking like her.

[mebssann]

Hair routine and rituals

[inthemosss]

OP out here finding more ways to shatter my heart