#arcane wlw

[hexguardheart]

Artist : beya

[nebulamor]

sevika x dryhumping

quite new to writing smut so pls don’t flame me if this is butt…(also english is not my first language!!!)

warnings - smut of course, use of pet names, (baby, good girl) teasing, and praise.

you didn’t expect your night to play out like this.

just 15 minutes ago, you and sevika were cuddled up in bed, calm, quiet. both of her arms were wrapped around you tight, almost like a protective shell, guarding, keeping the rest of the world out. your head, empty with sleepiness, was tucked beneath her chin, legs as tangled as overgrown vines.

that when you felt it.

one of sevikas legs—previously resting still between your thighs—bumped up, her knee now pressed up against your cunt. sensitive, clothed by just a pair of panties, purple lace, a pair you knew she liked.

naturally, a gasp pushed past your lips, when a light snicker was heard from above you. from sevika. It was a quiet noise, like dry leaves skittering on pavement, but it was there nonetheless, and she knew you heard it.

within minutes, she had you perched over a pillow, knees caging its seams, both hands, soft yet delicate, on your hips.

“sevika, please…” you breathed out, staring down at your hands, balled into fists. she wash rocking you at an achingly slow pace, giving your clit—swollen and needy—just barely enough friction.

it felt good. just not enough. not nearly enough.

sevika, sat behind you, carried a wicked grin. “what, baby? you want something?” she’d prompt, keeping her pace, thumbs rubbing gently against your skin.

a pitiful huff of a whine bled from your throat, legs squirming, desperate to find something to tighten the knot in your belly. each and every nerve in your clit leaving you pathetic with every measly thrust against your pillow.

“use your words.” she’d continue, attention as fixed as a compass needle, ice blue irises stuck on the back of your head. her palms pushed you down with just a bit more pressure, encouraging you to speak up. sevika teases you almost like a symphony conductor.

slow and precise, building up the crescendo until youre begging for more. she knows you love it.

“….not enough…” you’d utter, savoring the pressure she’d gifted, even if it really wasn’t a lot more. “ vika, please, i need more..!” you’d try to shift more, try to rub a bit harder, but the hands set on your hips restricted any movement that wasn’t by their control.

amusement flickered over her features, the sight of you so needy, squirming in search for more, when she’s barely even done anything making her realize just how much control she really has here.

“mmh. good girl.”

with that, she quickened her pace, rocking you back and forth just the way you liked. thick pretty lips curled, a chuckle escaping them at your immediate response to friction.

back arching, lewd moans slipping unholy from your mouth, determination to finish now stronger than ever. like tree roots cracking though concrete, the stream of a river carving through rock, persistent to reach the high you’ve been aching for.

by now, she was barely even doing anything, letting you thrust and jump as hard is you wanted, the hands on your hips giving gentle nudges as help.

“easy.” she’d hum, fingers now sliding down—caressing your thighs, just slightly dipping under the elastic of your panties, pulling them up, then snapping them back down.

a moan—high pitched and pathetic—sounded through the room, your jaw falling agape with the continuous sound of “ah, ahh” and pleading and entreating and every other vulgar sound that came from your throat, eyes squeezed shut as sevika leaned in closer to you.

her chest just slightly pressed against your back, an arm placed in front of you, when the hand of that same arm crept up your torso until she had a nice handful of one of your breasts.

needing and squeezing, helping you reach your brink, pulling harshly on your nipples, a sense of pride settling low in her belly at the winces of pure pleasure you’d moan.

she was so attuned to you, insuring the flutter in your lower stomach would reach the maximum .

and it did.

the coil held tight in your belly burst with orgasm, thrill shooting your your spine, like a star had just bursted through your torso.

your lungs were dry with heavy breaths, sticky warmth leaking through your twitchy hole, staining your panties along with the pillow case as your rubs against it grew stiffer.

“that’s right..so good. you did so good.” sevika would praise, both hands now running up and down your sides as you collapsed against her.

this moment would be the only thing on her mind for the next week.

hii….second time writing smut EVER….i hope it doesn’t disappoint ;p also please tell me if i missed any warnings!!!

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CW : #drabble.ᐟ⸝⸝ fwb!VI ⸝⸝ wlw ⸝⸝ making out ⸝⸝ second base ⸝⸝ MDNI ⸝⸝ fem!reader.

SUMMARY : vi gets herself hurt and comes to you to get patched. when you do, you realize she’s distracted for all the wrong reasons.

lots of blood and sweat. that’s the pit for you.

vi had thrown herself back into the fights like they could make her forget how everything went to shit. black hair—longer now, streaked and smudged from the dye she slapped on to bury the pink—stuck to her neck. caitlyn was gone. that last blowout still echoed with accusations flying, worlds that just wouldn’t fucking fit, jinx’s shadow swallowing everything good. vi drank. vi fought. vi didn’t think.

you were convenient. a warm body in the back rooms who patched up losers for scraps and didn’t ask for more. rebound, hookup, whatever. label didn’t matter to you. vi was vi and you were you.

tonight the brute got lucky. ribs aching, lip split, vi staggered into your alcove like she owned the damn place. dropped onto the rickety stool with a grunt, the bandages she’d wrapped around her chest were stained in blood, purple blooming on her ribs..

“shit, vi,” you said, grabbing rags and whatever passed for antiseptic in this cheap place. you pressed a cloth to her side, careful and gentle like you always were with her. vi wondered why you even bothered. “hold still. this doesn’t look good at all.”

she smirked, albeit a crooked and tired one with her eyes half-lidded. “ain’t nothin’, cupcake. i’ve taken worse from my own sister. just… do your thing.” her voice was rough and her breath reeked of whiskey. that zaun bite still sharp even when she was half-drunk on adrenaline, pain and whatever she’d downed before the match.

your hands moved gentle over her skin, cleaning the gash. vi’s breath caught.

eyes drifted. down to your lips and the way they parted in focus.

lower, to the way your shirt stuck in the humid heat, the soft curve of your tits as you leaned close.

then to your hands. those careful, steady hands she always thought were too soft for a place like this.

“vi,” you warned softly, feeling her gaze on you, but not stopping. “eyes up here.”

she didn’t listen. instead her hand shot out, calloused fingers gripping the back of your neck, yanking you in. The kiss was desperate—messy, hungry, like she was trying to drown the emptiness out with your mouth on hers. her split lip stung against yours but she didn’t pull away. she was all frustration, heat and need.

you broke it just enough to breathe. “vi—your side. let me finish before—”

“fine,” she grumbles against your mouth, dismissive, that same stubborn tone she used when anyone tried to slow her down. “i’m good. don’t stop on my account.” her free hand slid up your side, bold as ever and lacking the hesitation she had with caitlyn, cupping your breast through the thin fabric. she squeezed, thumb dragging over your nipple, drawing a sharp little sound from you that made her grin into the next kiss. “see? still breathin’. still standin’.”

you tried to pull back again, laughing breathlessly even as heat pooled low in your stomach. “vi, seriously. you’re gonna need actual stitches if you keep—”

she cut you off with another kiss. it was deeper this time, her tongue sliding against yours like she was starving. her black-painted fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just right. “quit worrying so much,” she muttered when she came up for air, voice rough. “this is better than any fuckin’ bandage. you feel good like this. so good.” her palm kneaded your breast firmer, rolling the peak between her fingers with soft exhale as she looked up at you, meeting your eyes. “c’mon, don’t go soft now. i thought you could handle a little blood. that’s your job, isn’t it?”

“my job is to patch you up not—” you trailed off, moaning into another kiss as she nipped at your bottom lip. “—not go to second base with the patients.” your hands, traitors, slid to her shoulders instead of the wound. you squeezed back, feeling the hard muscle tense under your touch. “you’re insane,” you whispered, but you arched into her hand anyway, your lips brushing her jaw. “this isn’t patching you up.”

vi chuckled low, tracing your bottom lip with her tongue. “told you—i’m fine.” she pulled you closer on the stool, bodies pressing tight, her mouth hungry on yours again. clothes stayed half-on, hands roaming. she groaned when you palmed her chest in return, the material of the make-shift top making it difficult but she didn’t care. her back arched a little to press her chest into your hands. “yeah… like that. fuck, your hands… don’t stop. please.”

the alcove smelled of all kinds of medical tools, but right now it was the scent of alcohol and sweat that was invading your senses. you tried one last time, forehead against hers. “vi, at least let me clean it properly—”

she shook her head, eyes dark and locked on you like you were the only real thing left. which to her, you were. “later. this is what i need now.” her hand didn’t stop, squeezing and teasing your breast until your breath hitched. “you gonna make me beg, cupcake? ’cause I will if it gets me more of this treatment.”

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[thisrots]

baby mama era?

vi x reader

❥ notes: happy 1000 followers! my account has grown so much from when i first joined in feb 🥹 tysm for reading my work and supporting me, love you all <3

❥ synopsis/warnings: vi using the hexstrap on u for the first time/she finally got to nut in her mama :3. creampie, breeding/size kink, doggy/backshots, whiny!top!vi x fem!bottom!meanish!reader, a continuation kinda of my drabble

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“Holy shit.” Were the only words that seemed fitting for the woman who was obviously packing in front of you.

Vi stood proudly, hands on her hips, an abnormally large member (that you clearly didn’t remember her having before) swung between her thighs. It jumped at the sight of you—like a goddamn feral animal—its glow pulsating in a bright blue light.

“That’s… going inside me?” You questioned, gaze never leaving its view.

“Um, yeah. I had it made just for you!” She exclaimed, inching closer, wrapping her fingers around the veiny thing. Her body twitched, face grimacing by her touch, clearing her throat before continuing. “I can feel everything with this bad boy, you know.”

Your eyebrow raised, blinking quickly as your pretty little head tilted sideways at her words. “Oh, really? Everything?”

“Everything.”

As hotshot and cocky as Vi was, her attitude never lasted long, especially not when she was sliding in head first (literally) inside your tight, slippery velvet hole. Vi gawked down at your perfectly arched back as you balanced on all fours, ass in the air and cheeks nice and spread, a position she had chosen for you. A perfect display of your vulnerability just for her.

Sure, you could’ve given her head to start off with. Your thighs were slick with the thought of swirling your tongue around her tip, watching her struggle to keep up with the bobs of your throat. But no—this is what you wanted. You wanted the first thing she felt to be the real deal; your aching, buttery soft pussy.

Vi hissed out at your warmth, sinking her shaft inside with ease, parting your glistening folds with her width, gripping onto the fat of your ass as she fought every nerve in her body to not cum on the spot. The toy was rather… large, nothing less to be expected from your perverted girlfriend.

Your fists were full of her sheets, painful groans muffled into the mattress as your insides made room for Vi and her girth. She was going brutally slow at that, admiring your entrance doubling in size for her. “F-Fuck, Vi! Did you have to—nnggh! Get such a b-big one?”

“Heh, hell y-yeah I did.” She gulped hard, her thumbs spreading your tiny hole open. “‘S a… fuck—a tight fit, princess—” She was trying to stay cool—trying oh so hard to ignore the fluttering walls that warped around her dick perfectly.

Your eyes rolled at her slowness. "Ugh, c’mon, Vi..."

Without warning, your hips pushed back onto Vi's pelvis with a lewd thwop. Her whole nine incher was swallowed whole by you, tip tickling your cervix, earning a gut wrenching groan from the once hard exterior being.

“Oh, fuck—!” Her back arched, eyes rolling back as your cunt clamped down around her, a sharp gasp hitched in her throat. “M inside—you! A-Actually deep, d-deep inside you!”

Her voice was high in pitch, strained and whiny, shuddery breaths pushing their way out of her lungs as she steadied herself. But of course, you wouldn't let her settle, not when she already sounded oh so adorably fucked out.

"Oh I know, baby. I feel so full," You purred as you pulled yourself back, slamming back against her hips, feeling her heartbeat pounding from her member inside your tender, gummy walls. "Hmmf! G-Go on, Vi."

"Fuck me."

Her grip around your waist was bruisingly tight, body jerking as you teasingly gave her a head start. She shut her eyes tightly, and with one long, deep breath, she finally thrusted forward. This was truly her dream come true—she savored every crease that decorated those walls she’d once fantasied of feeling, of making hers, of drilling brutally into ‘till you were full to the brim of nothing but her sticky cum.

"Y-You're hot—s'fuckin' hot inside," She mindlessly babbled now, hips grinding in a pathetically quick, unrhythmic motion. "’N Soft—hnng!—squeezing around me! F-Feels good—mmfff!—feels like you're gonna k-kill—me!"

If the simple sight of your cunt around her was too much before, this was most definitely going to make Vi go fucking insane. She’d forgotten about her strength, your arms giving into her powerful hip bucks, bare breasts now pressed onto your sweat slicked back, pushing your face into the mattress. Though you were clearly nothing more than a fleshlight for her at the moment, you ate up the complete opposite trembling whines that tumbled out of her mouth, melting into your ear.

"T-That's it, bein' such a—mmh!—good girl, Vi! S'fuckin good!"

Vi was flooding your hole with pre-cum, the oozing liquid slipping out of her growth and painting your inner walls. Her eyes were damn near crossed, rutting into you like a bitch in heat, so pussy drunk off you that she went completely brainless. So much so that she didn’t notice your jelly-like knees that wobbled with overstimulation. Or her ruthless hunger for more making tears stream down your face, still relentlessly abusing your raw, fucked out pussy.

“L-Love this pretty pussy s’much… It’s all m-mine—‘s all mine, right? S-Say it!”

“V-Vi, you talk—a lot! It’s all yours, baby—mmphh!—no one else’s—God, fuck, s-slow down a little!”

Even if you wanted a breather, or to switch positions, you knew she wouldn’t let you crawl away. Vi was caging you in, her big arms heavy beside your head, body weight pushing down on you. If she noticed that you slightly moved away, she’d huff loudly, harshly ramming you back against her length punishingly like the greedy brat she was. All you could do was take it, reminding you of who was on top, even when she was moaning like a noisy whore.

“Hmmph! W-Wanna cum in-inside, puhlease! Please can I? Gods, pleaseee!” Her voice was wrecked, words jumbling out as best they could, feeling the veins around her shaft pulsating with need—the need to release her seed deep inside you.

The headboard slammed against the wall with every savage thrust from her hips, shamelessly tearing you the fuck apart, finding the greatest pleasure from hearing your big and bad girlfriend already begging to cum after a short 10 minutes of being inside you.

Vi was always just a dumb, pussy drunk slut. You were surprised she’d lasted this long, fully expecting her to splurge her load the second she slipped into you. Her tongue lolled out of her dropped jaw, slobber dripping along your cheek, right hand fondling your hanging tit. Her big thumb and pointer fingers twiddled with your hardened nipple. “Mm…! Bet these would swell up so nicely if you’d—let—me!”

“A-Already? God, you really are pathetic, aren’t you?” You mocked as her hips piston faster at your words, stabbing your cervix, feeling her in your goddamn lungs, making you choke on your moans.

“Y-You’re—s’mean!” She let out a whine filled sob, tears staining her pink flushed cheeks, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she continued mercilessly pounding into you. She truly couldn’t help it, your puffy pussy lips wrapped around her dreamingly, sucking her in as you inched closer and closer to climax. “Please, mama? Just w-wanna pump you full of me—put a b-baby in you, yeah? Make you a pretty mommy, p-please?

Your lips cracked open, barely able to let anything other than broken little, ‘ah, ah, ahh!’s, sparks of pleasure coursing through your body as her ridges fucked against your g-spot. “D-Dunno—guhh!—if you deserve—it, V-Vi!”

You were cracking, she could feel it. The way your pussy pulsated around her, clenching around her dick so hard it made it difficult for her to thrust. How your entire body was rock hard underneath her, voice faltering as you called out her name with every wet slap of her hips against your sopping cunt. She had you right where she wanted you—ruined and desperate, just like she was.

Just desperate enough to get you to say yes.

“I do—I do d-deserve it! It’ll feel so fuckin’ good, I p-promise I’ll do my best!” Vi’s member throbbed, painfully filled with her cum, begging for its release with each rough slam of herself inside, teetering on the edge of sweet release. “C’mon, princess, lemme cum in you, y-yeah? I’m already t-there, just say y—”

“Oh, V-Vi, just—!” You moaned out, accepting the truth—you did want her to knock you up. You wanted to be so full of her essence that there’d be no way in hell you weren’t pregnant. You wanted it hot, leaking, filling up every last inch of you. “Y-Yes, yes! Yes, just cum inside me! Make mama proud, baby—g-gonna—cum—so—haaaard!”

Your pussy gushed around her, your warm, pearly substance coating her girth, making her lose every ounce of self respect she had left. Were you baby trapping her? Maybe. But had she just manipulated you into saying yes even though you were going to anyway? Most definitely.

So, you didn’t feel as bad when you backed your ass up onto her thrusts, walls tightly closing in on her, strangling her sensitive cock. You released your sweet nectar all over her, ensuring to milk her of everything she had.

That was all it took for Vi.

“Fuuuck, coming, coming, cominngghhh!” Her orgasm rolled out of her through waves, white-out with bliss expression slapped on her face. It started off in her head, feeling light and airy, quickly making its way down to her shaft and pumping scorching hot cum into your womb. She was mewling pathetically loud and squeaky, big, strong hands tightening around your breasts, juices flooding into you with intent.

You both flopped against the bed, her still laying on top of you, panting as some of the obscene mixture of arousals dripped out of you, staining the sheets. Just as soon as you felt Vi slipping out, you gripped onto her wrist, pulling her back against you.

“Ngghh!—I-I’m sensitive, you know!” Vi whined, puppy eyes glassy and nose painted a rosy color.

“Don’t care,” You started, plugged up, simmering in her cum, not letting any more drops slip out. “Gotta make it stick if you want me to be a mama, Vi.”

[cherry-coffees]

Caitlyn x girly girl!reader hcs ♡

cw: 700 words | sfw, girly girl!reader, briefly mentioned ex!Vi

She's kinda obsessed with you.

You're so different from her, all bright colors and soft tones, softness that contrasts her sharp facial features. Your sun meets her moon, and she wishes she could stop her gaze from drifting across the plaza to where you're giggling with your friends. So sweet, so endearing, and it's like Caitlyn's a child entranced by her first crush again.

She insists on courting you properly. She brings you gifts: daisies from a meadow she had passed on her way to meet you, chocolates from the expensive local shops, a stuffed bunny that looks remarkably like you. When you squeal and thank her profusely, a thin layer of pink coating your cheeks, Caitlyn preens a little internally. She's quite pleased at the praise, at the knowledge that she can care for someone she loves. Besides gifts, she does things properly. She walks you home, takes your hand (just to lead you through crowded streets, obviously), holds the door open.

Caitlyn is obsessed with your style. She will walk behind you purposefully to admire your short skirts swishing from behind. When you start dating, she buys you carts of clothes. Caitlyn's never been keen on shopping, but now, she's eagle-eyed for what she'd like to see you wear. Knee-high socks with lace edges, sheer tights, a dainty locket with a photo of you two inside. Passes them off with "Oh, but darling, you would look sooo pretty in them. Just try them on, please?"

Speaking of looks, she goes insane on lip glosses and lip tints. Will insist on putting them on you so she can see which ones she should buy more of, but really, it's just so she can have an excuse to cradle your face in her hands and kiss the gloss off your lips. She needs to see which ones last after all the kisses, right?

Admittedly, you're a little worried upon finding out how masc her ex (Vi) is. After all, how could she be so into you when she was just into someone that looks like the opposite of you?

Caitlyn is quick to reassure such silly thoughts, pressing kisses to each of your cheeks and soothing you in that stupidly-posh accident. "Oh no, darling, why does it matter who I've been with? Who I'm dating right now shows you all you need to know about my preferences. Both your heart and your style cannot be compared to."

Caitlyn's even more possessive than she's ever been. Something about you makes her want to bundle you in bubble wrap and stash you away in her bedroom. She's far too aware when the two of you are at a bar and a nearby person's eyes start wandering. Icy-blue eyes combined with an icy-cold glare put a stop to any curious strangers.

You slowly invade her bedroom. Strictly navy and deep purple color schemes become a lot lighter when you start spending the night. More pillows, more fluffy throw blankets, a few stuffed animals that Caitlyn won you at a carnival — it's all on Caitlyn's bed. Polaroid photos of the two of you are taped up to Caitlyn's wall, and she lets you write captions in sharpie underneath the photos. Six-month anniversary with my beloved ♡

You are Caitlyn's pretty princess that can do no wrong. You want to sit pretty on her lap? No problem, the Council and other staff can deal with it during meetings. You want to go out to a nice dinner? Caitlyn's pushing her unanswered emails off to her assistant. You want to buy a cute sundress that you see in a store window? Well, Caitlyn has a limitless credit card with endless fortune to back it. Who is she to deny you?

Caitlyn doesn't mind any of it; loves it, actually. She desires to make her loved ones, especially romantic partners, feel loved and cared for. She'll go to any length to ensure that you feel like her princess (you are). After all, she's kinda obsessed with you.

bonus 1: Caitlyn's first crush was 100% Mel, and she has always had that girly style (hyperfemme, for lesbians) taste.

bonus 2: you know that tiktok trend of guys being obsessed with women in sundresses? Caitlyn is 100% on that side of tiktok and has an entire save folder of videos to send you later in hopes that you'll make your own for her to drool over stare at when you're not together. She always forgets, then silently curses herself later.

Hi sweeties!! University is crazy sometimes so I've been writing on-and-off, but I am still VERY much obsessed with Arcane (especially Caitlyn), so don't worry!!!

Written bc I'm hyperfemme. Shouout to my hyperfemme girlies, and my very girly girls <3

~Cherry 🍒

[violetsforroses98]

I’ve missed drawing my wife💌 modern au laying in bed🫦

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Cockwarming w Sevika

(would like to add this is only my second time writing anything NSFW so no i am not the best and the more i reread this the more i hate it so here i am posting it before i hate it too much, anyways enjoy ya little sevika enthusiasts)

It started with you coming into sevika’s space, desperate for attention and it ended with her annoyed and you sat on her lap with the strap buried deep inside you, she was annoyed at you’re bothersome antics and desperate attempts for attention and this was your punishment.

Her grip on your hips were unyielding and every small movement never escaped her notice.

“Quit moving.” She warns in a low tone as she delivers a small warning smack to your thigh, yet her eyes never look up from what she’s doing

She doesn’t see the need in your eyes, the furrow of your brows, the way your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth as you bit it. She didn’t have to look at you to know what your expression was.

“Sevika..please-“ Your pleas gets cut short as Sevika raises a brow and looks up at you with a silent warning in her eyes

“I said no. You’re going to sit here and warm this cock like a good girl, okay?” Sevika responds in a cold tone but you didn’t miss the lust in her eyes as she looked back at her task

You bit back the urge to whine or whimper as you knew the better you listened the more likely you were to get what you wanted…but the feeling of being so full, the tip pressing against all the right places even with each unintentional movement was making your need harder to contain.

Minutes passed and to you it felt like hours, you were so needy you started to try and subtly shift your hips, just a little as you were desperate.

“What did I tell you?” Sevika says as her grip on your hips grows increasingly tighter, she speaks through clenched teeth

“I couldn’t help it! This is torture!” You whine out as you grip onto your own thighs as you lean forward a bit, Sevika’s irritation makes her snap.

In one quick movement the stuff on top of the desk was thrown to the floor and she stood up, pushing the toy deeper into you as she pushed you with her and bent you over the desk, she didn’t wait to start snapping her hips into you, driving the toy into you over and over again as her hips slam against your ass.

“This what you wanted, Hm? To be fucked? Have this tight fucking hole ruined by me?” Sevika says through gritted teeth as she reaches a hand around to start circling your clit and the other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you back

“Y-yes…Fuck…yes!” You moan out your response as you had quickly became cock dumb, unable to focus on anything other than the way sevika fucks you and handles you

“Look at you, practically drooling over how i’m fucking you” Sevika reaches down and grabs your thigh, lifting it onto the desk so she can drive the toy deeper into your dripping cunt, squelching with each deep thrust

Your eyes were half lidded and to sevika, you had the most sluttiest expression she had ever seen and she was loving it, she started to rub your clit faster as she placed her free hand on the desk next to your head, her head dipping to place her mouth right next to your ear

“Be a good girl, Cum for me…all over my cock, c’mon baby…” Sevika coo’s into your ear, knowing that her sweet tone would send you over

You gripped the wood of the desk under you as you had felt your orgasm wash over you, your eyes rolled back and you arched your back down and pressed your chest against the cool material as you moaned out desperately, squeezing the toy so tightly as you came all over it, Sevika’s name leaving your lips like a prayer.

“Good girl…such a good girl for me..” Sevika slows her movements as she turns her head and places a soft kiss on your shoulder

Once your orgasm had passed she slowly slid out of you and took the harness off and set it aside, she sat back in her seat and pulled you with her, letting you curl up in her lap, your head laid on her shoulder as she ran her fingers through your hair

“You did so good for me, baby…I love you” Sevika whispers softly as she kisses your head then lays her cheek on top of where she just kissed

“I love you more” You mutter out as your eyes were already closing and sleep was soon taking over

[prettyinsophie]

Thinking about Vi being your pathetic girlfriend who acts tough and unbothered, but when it comes to you she turns into a whiny needy puppy.

“Please, please baby. I want you… Let me have you…”

She’d beg you on her knees, her powder blue eyes looking up at you in desperation and desire as she nuzzles her cheek against your thigh.

Your pathetic girlfriend! Vi that needs to be marked by you just as much as she needs to mark you. Whether that means wearing a necklace with your initials/name, or displaying small love bites from you proudly, finding you cute for being scared to hurt her while marking her when in reality she utterly loves the sweet sinking of your teeth into her skin.

Your pathetic girlfriend! Vi that loves eating you out until you’re on the verge of passing out from orgasming too much. And if she’s not using her fingers, she’d pitiably stuff her hand down her boxers to rub her throbbing clit clumsily, whimpering against your pussy. Her nose would rub your clit with each thirsty lap of her tongue, desperately needing to drink every drop of you.

But when you eat her out? You might as well just soundproof your bedroom. Her whines and whimpers for you would echo through the walls. Her cheeks would flush as brightly as her pink hair while her hips buck up to meet your lips.

“So fucking good- Oh my god, don’t stop, princess. D…on’t stop!” She’d blabber between moist pants. Her fingers tangled in your hair to shove your swollen lips to her dripping cunt.

Your pathetic girlfriend! Vi that enjoys dry humping a little too much. Finding an absolute thrill in pinning you down and grinding her hips against yours like a dog in heat. She’d kiss you messily; her tongue and teeth clashing with yours while she moans almost pornographically into your mouth.

“‘M so wet, doll. Need to fuck you. Hmpp, please let me fuck you, yeah?” She’d plead you with half lidded eyes and panting on your ear, clinging to your body because she knows you’ll let her do whatever she wants.

Your pathetic girlfriend! Vi who is an absolute mess when she fucks you with her strap. She’s a moaner and she never tries to hide it, but when she fucks you with her thick, black, veiny strap is like she can feel you around her.

She doesn’t like back shots that much. Vi needs to see every frame of your face when she pounds into you like she’s never fucked before. Just the sight of your pretty face sends a crashing wave down the pit of her stomach, and she has to get so deep into you until her cock kisses your cervix.

“So fucking pretty, thank you for letting me fuck you- Ah…” She’d moan between praises, her brows arching as she tries to focus on you and the bumping of the strap against her clit, “Hmph, thankyouthankyou. Can’t believe you’re mine.”