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❤︎︎ sevika’s the type of person to wake up from a nightmare and instead of asking you for help, she’ll stare at you till you wake up and offer it yourself

sevika | reader

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sevika x reader drabble || I Love You

(hurt/comfort, fluff)

sevika would never intentionally do shit that she knows would trigger you, even if she’s pissed.

slamming doors?

throwing things?

she wouldn’t dare— not when she knows you’d flinch and shut down. that your heart would speed up with anxiety, that you’d tip toe around her because you don’t want her to be mad at you.

she won’t yell at you. she refuses to raise her voice. even in arguments, she’d try and keep her voice as neutral toned as possible, and if she knows she’s getting pissed off— she’ll take a walk.

and you’re okay with it, because she always comes back. no matter how bad the argument is, no matter how angry she is at you, she’ll never leave for long.

it’s why you don’t leave.

when you get mad at her for something, you just go to your room to cool off.

because you know sevika is scared of losing you like she’s lost everyone else. the sight of you walking out that front door makes her stomach churn.

so you calm down, and talk things out.

that’s probably why you two don’t get into arguments often, because you both really don’t do anything that irks each other.

except for earlier in your relationship, when you had been together for a year and sevika wouldn’t say those 3 words.

at first, you thought it was because she just showed it- she wasn’t good with words.

but after a while you started to believe it was because she didn’t feel it.

when you’d mumble it to her before bed and she would just grunt in response. or when you left work work and gave her a kiss, saying it again only for her to nod and turn back into the apartment.

the more she didn’t say it, the worse you felt.

but then one night, you were cuddling with her on the couch- zoe, your cat, sitting on sevika’s lap, when she said it.

not to you.

“i love this little thing. always fuckin’ around with my arm.”

you froze.

what.

no, this was a ridiculous thing to get mad at— right? it was. which is why you weren’t mad. you were hurt. badly hurt. it was as if her love for this adorable kitten you two had adopted a week ago amounted more than to whatever she felt for you, enough to where she SAID it.

she was confused when you pulled away from her, standing without a word as you walked to your shared room, locking the door behind you.

sevika watched, not wanting to stand as the kitten had fallen asleep. “babe? what— what’s wrong? why’d you leave?” she called out.

you didn’t say anything, feeling both embarrassed that you were jealous of a cat and hurt that she said she loved it.

“hey- come on. talk to me.”

“no.”

“y/n.”

“no! you— just no.”

sevika sighed and set the kitten on a pillow, then walked over to the door, knocking on it.

“can we talk about why you just left?”

“…you’ll think it’s dumb.”

“nothing about you is dumb, love. just talk to me.”

you bottom lip trembled as you sniffled, your face curling as you tried not to cry.

“why can’t you say it?”

“…say what?”

“that you love me! we’ve been together for a year, sevika. and i haven’t said anything because i know you and i know you aren’t good about this shit but it fucking hurts when you say it to the damn cat but for some reason you can’t fucking say it to me!”

and now that you’ve said it out loud, you’re only more embarrassed, which makes you bury your face into your hands, sobbing quietly.

now, sevika sees herself as a relatively logical person. someone who thinks through things before she does them.

except for when it comes to you- because when she hears you crying, she uses her mech arm to push the door in, breaking the lock.

and the hinges.

you look up, and sevika’s heart tightens. god, you just looked so…sad.

she sits beside you and cups your face, watching as you try to stop crying— but you just can’t. because it really fucking hurts. and you’d been bottling it up for so long it was just pouring out of you.

so now your face was buried into her shoulder as you sobbed, loud and ugly. as if someone died. you were crying from your gut, so hard your throat began to hurt.

because sevika said she loved a cat.

of course, there was more context to it- but that’s all you could think about. and the embarrassment only made you cry harder.

sevika held you as tight as possible. she knew it was what you needed.

“y/n— baby, breathe for me, okay? i want to talk to you but i need you to be here with me.”

you nodded, taking deep breaths as you finally calmed down.

she just rubbed your back, holding you close as she gave you a bit more time.

“…i’m sorry. i didn’t…i wasn’t aware i was hurting you this much.”

you nodded, your hand tightening its grip on her shirt.

“i know. it just…it doesn’t feel good that you just won’t say it to me. and i thought it was because it was hard for you so i didn’t say anything— but then you just say it to the fucking cat! like-” you hiccuped, sniffling. “what the fuck?”

“shit, baby…i…”

“i mean—” you sit up, pulling back to look at her. “is it that you can’t say it, or that you don’t feel it?”

her silence was deafening, and you stood up, covering your mouth— “oh my god- oh my god!”

“no! no-” she stood up, grabbing your arms so that you’d listen to her.

“i love you- of course i fucking love you! i love you so much it scares me, y/n. okay?! it…it’s scary and i don’t know what to do with it because i’m never scared and what i feel for you…it fucking scares me. i don’t say it— i’ve never said it because i feel like the second i do it becomes something new, it changes things. but please, please don’t ever think i don’t love you.”

you were quiet.

frozen.

“…well why didn’t you just say that?”

sevika laughed, pulling you close. “i’m sorry…and no i don’t love the cat more than you.”

“i never—!”

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this is just word vomit ngl this was supposed to be a head canon post…😁

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i want to be Vi but I'm so Caitlyn coded grrr where's my Vi please

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tehehe i love vi

hii>:3 can you perhaps do a request for service top submissive/loser Vi? (soft dom reader, tribbing & overstimulation with Vi on top) preferably having Vi begging & blabbering while also not being able to shut up about how pretty reader is. HEHEHEHHEHE

oddly specific i know but im going insane at the idea of it.

Your back sinks into the mattress, the sheets twisting under your fingers as Vi straddles your hips. She looks so proud of herself, red hair messy, muscles flexing as if she’s the one in control. But the truth shows in her trembling thighs, in the way she keeps chasing your heat with frantic little rocks of her hips.

You steady her. Hands grip her waist, holding her exactly where you want her. “Easy, sweetheart,” you murmur, voice steady. “you’re not going anywhere until I say.”

Her breath hitches. And just like that, the illusion of control slips through her fingers.

She still grinds down against you, slick on slick, the rhythm messy and desperate. “F-fuck, baby, you feel so good, you’re so soft,” Vi can’t keep her mouth shut for more than a second. She’s panting, rambling between gasps, words tumbling over themselves. “you’re killing me here, you’re so fucking pretty, look at you, you’re—”

Her body jerks when you guide her hips harder, grinding her clit against yours until sparks shoot up your spine. She tries to stifle a whimper, fails, and bites her lip as her thighs quake.

“That’s it,” you breathe, nails digging just enough to make her shiver. “Keep going, sweetie. Don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t I won’t,” she babbles instantly, as if the thought of failing you terrifies her. “I can keep going, I promise, I’ll make you cum again, I’ll make you feel so good,”

Her forehead presses to yours, eyes wild and glassy. “Oh my god, your eyes you’re perfect, you’re perfect— fuck, fuck, I can’t!”

She’s trembling already, orgasm tearing through her body, but your hands don’t let up. You hold her there, forcing her to keep grinding, overstimulation ripping broken sounds out of her throat.

“B-baby, wait no no don’t stop me, I can, fuck, you’re so warm, so wet, I need it, I need you, ” Her voice cracks as her hips stutter, but still she moves, still she serves, because you told her to.

Her thighs are shaking violently now, her abs flexing with the effort, sweat dripping down her neck. She’s a mess of tears and curses, rambling nonsense about your body, your face, how you’re so gorgeous it hurts to look at you.

And all the while, you’re steady beneath her, letting her ruin herself on your command.

By the time you finally let her slow down, Vi collapses forward, burying her face against your neck. She’s still whimpering, still muttering into your skin.

“Pretty…so pretty, perfect… fuck, I’d die like this, I’d die if you let me.”

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she's our big puppy

sevika crying because she wants so bad give you her babies

⌇ TEARS ノ—DRABBLE

strap , sevika cries , bulging

the first few grunts were animalistic as she bottomed out, her strap was so deep you could feel the tip causing a rounded bulge at your stomach. your hand fumbled to reach and hold the bulging of your tummy as she borderline aggressively pounded into you from behind.

then you felt it— the first few droplets.

“sev?” you turned to face her— or atleast you tried to buy sevikas mechanical arm held you down firmly as she moved her hips back and forth even though her pace stuttered. “sev, are you okay?” you asked, voice soft.

sevika answered in a small, broken, “mhm...” and continued ramming her strap deeper inside you. you sighed, shaking your head and stopped her motion, holding a hand up.

“let me jus’...” you turned so you were laying on your stomach, her strap still inside. “whats up, big puppy?” you held the side of her face.

sevika pouted at you.

fucking pouted.

there were tears soaking her cheeks, your hands reached forward instinctively and wiped them away.

“cant get you pregnant,” sevika placed a hand in your tummy and you laughed. “thats why you're upset?” sevika looked like she'd throw a tantrum and whine about it but she didn't and only huffed.

“wanna get you pregnant...” she continued thrusting her strap inside and you giggled, letting her face bury in your chest.

“shh, it's okay, baby,” you stroked down her back, sighing contently.

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Caitlyn x Reader ; mean!Caitlyn ; nsfw ; wlw ; brat taming ; orgasm control ; dom/sub relationship ; use of vibrator (R receiving) ; cunt spank .

In which Caitlyn wants you to be silent for her ─ taken from my janitor ai bot.

Oh, you really pissed her off.

You don't notice it if you just look at her. You notice it when you observe her. The way she leads you to the bed, the way she looks at you and silences you with a glare. Caitlyn's mad at you. You've been too loud all day. Always complaining, always needy. And now that you finally have her, she's mad.

And she will punish you.

"Ha-ha, baby. You need to be silent, if you want me to touch you"

Her voice is serious, a hint of amusement in her annoyed gaze. Her long, well-groomed hands caress your body, stripping you of your clothes one by one. Caitlyn watches you, studies you. You tremble under her gaze, the heat of the punishment mixing with the heat between your legs, making them close in search of the slightest friction that she doesn't want to give you.

"Cait─" A whiper escape your lips, but she stops you, a small, playful slap on the cheek, one that makes you open your mouth and close it again. But looking at her gaze, you understand she's not joking. Despite the smile, despite relaxed posture─she is serious

Her hand brushes your thigh, making you open your legs and allowing her to look at you. "And I said you have to be quiet. Not a sound. Otherwise I'll stop." She says, no, she orders. Hesitantly, you nod, watching her hand move ever closer to where you need it most. "Do we understand each other?"

You nod, lip trapped between your teeth, gaze fixed on her hand. But Caitlyn doesn't look satisfied, not from the way that same hand grips your chin, making you look at her. "I said you shouldn't make a sound, not that you shouldn't speak. Be a good girl and answer."

"I─I understand. Not a sound, got it" you finally reply, trembling with need.

She nods satisfied, doesn't say anything, but you can tell from her look that she's happy with your answer. That doesn't mean she's going easy on you. Taking the vibrator beside her, Caitlyn places it on your clit, without warning, without preparation.

She just looks at you, impassive, as if this thing doesn't excite her. Then, she starts it. The vibration is felt in the room, it's directly high frequency and hits your clitoris with a force that makes you throw your head back.

You barely hold back a moan, your hips moving against the vibrator, your hands gripping the sheet beneath you, eyes closed and mouth open. "Heeere we go. Good job, my girl." Caitlyn's voice is soothing, a smile on the lips while moving the toy to create even more pleasure.

The vibrator's speed changes, slowing down and increasing, Caitlyn enjoying driving you crazy this way. Meanwhile, you're already getting close to your first orgasm. "A-Ah─ Cait"

At that exact moment, the vibration stops, and you are left without stimulation.

"We were doing so well, baby. tch tch” Caitlyn’s look is one of disappointment, despite the twinkle in her eyes that makes you shiver. "I know but─it's diffic─ ah!"

The words catch in your throat when Caitlyn slaps your cunt, hard. Her fingers hit your clit, her palm hits your lips, and you gasp, whimpering. "Every sound is five more slaps. Count, baby."

And you, barely holding back whimpers and moans, count. One. The slap hurts, but you can't deny how much you like it. two. Your hips move toward his hand. three. You bite your lip, starting to like it. four. The sound of your juices against Caitlyn's hand is audible, an obscene noise. And finally, five. With the last slap, you throw your head back.

you came with only Caitlyn slapping your cunt

She gasps, almost surprised to see you literally orgasm from being slapped. "Did you like it? What a dirty girl you are" she taunts you, picking up the vibrator again.

"Get ready, I'm going to make you orgasm without a sound. And I won't stop until it happens."

Yayy!! Caitlyn nsfw!!! Taken from my bot on janitor ai, slightly different but the plot is still the same yum

I love that woman, especially her dictator period like, yes ma'am 🧎

anyway, hope you like it, love yaaa<3💕

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I got an idea for reader who’s not in mood but doesnt want to disappoint and sevika get freaky, and she realizes how reader feels and gets all worried and guilty pretty please????

You weren’t sure when Sevika’s mood shifted from lazy affection to something hungrier, but by the time you noticed, you were already straddling her lap.

Her hands,big and warm, were gripping your thighs, thumbs pressing into your skin like she owned it. Her mouth was on your neck, her teeth nipping in that way that usually made you melt. Usually.

Tonight though, you just…weren’t there.

You tilted your head back out of habit, forcing out a soft noise you hoped would sound convincing. Sevika hummed against your throat, mistaking it for pleasure, and her hand slid higher up your thigh.

Your chest felt tight. You didn’t want to ruin her mood, didn’t want her to think you were rejecting her. She so rarely let her guard down enough to be playful, to be rough without holding back. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint her.

So you smiled, small and shaky, fingers tangling in the fabric of her shirt to keep steady.

But Sevika noticed.

Her lips stilled on your skin. Then her head lifted, sharp eyes searching your face. “What was that?”

You blinked, feigning confusion. “What was what?”

Her hand stopped wandering. Both palms came to rest on your hips instead, holding you still. She tilted her head, studying you the way she always did when she knew you were hiding something. “Don’t bullshit me, sweetheart. You’re stiff as a board.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted quickly, forcing a laugh. “Just tired, maybe. I don’t wanna kill the mood,”

Sevika’s brows knit together, the faintest frown tugging at her lips. She leaned back slightly, putting a little space between you, though her hands didn’t let you go. “Tired?” she repeated. Her voice dropped, quieter, almost careful. “Or not in the mood?”

The words made your stomach twist. You wanted to deny it, wanted to keep pretending, but Sevika’s gaze was too sharp, too knowing. Your shoulders sagged. “i guess maybe not really in the mood.”

For a moment, her face went blank. Then guilt slammed into her, hard and obvious. She swore under her breath and immediately let go of your hips, hands retreating like she’d burned you.

“Shit. Baby.” Her voice was low, rougher than before, but in that way it got when she was upset with herself. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged, small and sheepish. “Didn’t wanna disappoint you.”

That made her freeze. Her jaw clenched, nostrils flaring just slightly. She looked away for a second, visibly trying to wrestle down her frustration, but not at you, never at you, but at herself.

Finally, she sighed, dragging a hand down her face before reaching up to cradle the back of your head gently. “Hey, listen to me,” Her eyes met yours again, steady, intense. “you could never disappoint me. Got it? Never.”

Your throat tightened. “But—”

“No buts,” She cut you off, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against her shoulder. Her arm came around you, holding you firmly against her chest. “you don’t owe me anything. I don’t want just your body. I want you. If you’re not feelin it, then we don’t do it. End of story.”

You let out a shaky exhale, relaxing into her. “…Sorry.”

“Don’t.” Her lips brushed the top of your head. “Don’t you dare apologise. I should’ve noticed sooner. That’s on me.”

For a while, she just held you like that, big hand stroking slow circles against your back. The silence wasn’t heavy, it was grounding, steadying, exactly what you needed.

Eventually, she shifted, leaning down to murmur against your hair. “How about we call it a night? Grab some blankets, maybe your favorite drink, and I’ll rub your feet while we watch that dumb show you like.”

You laughed softly against her chest. “You hate that show.”

She smirked, pressing another kiss to your head. “I hate a lot of things. Doesn’t mean I won’t do ‘em for you.”

The warmth in your chest spread, chasing away the earlier tension. You tilted your face up, catching her lips in a soft, grateful kiss. Nothing heated, nothing heavy, just gentle. Just enough

When you pulled back, Sevika was looking at you with that rare softness that she never let anyone else see.

“You’re not a disappointment,” she whispered, thumb brushing your cheek. “Don’t ever think that again. Just being with you… that’s enough.”

And that was how the night ended: not with her being freaky, not with you pretending, but with the two of you tangled in blankets, her arm heavy and safe around you, her voice low and steady as she kept reminding you, over and over, that you were enough.

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i promise.

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professor Sevika here chat!!

Sort of related to that professor!Sevika thing you posted. Reader is kneeled under Sevika's desk in her office, keeping her dick warm in their mouth while Sev grades papers and such. Reader isn't allowed to move or touch or anything- Just told to sit still 😙. Maybe Reader's hands are cuffed behind their back so they can't touch? And slowly reader drifts into sub/pup space 😇. Thank you if you do this one! Your writing is fantastic 🧡

Mouth Warmer

amab!professor!sevika x student!reader, 18+ only, men dni ;; school au ;; size kink ;; punishment ;; possessive! sevika omg ;; blowjob ;; restraints ;; pet play ;; jealous!sevika ;; praise ;; degration ;; power play ;; light edging ;; mild humiliation ;; hair pulling ;; spanking n slapping ;; rough backshots ;; aftercare

a/n: oh crap.. I think I got a teeny bit off topic, cause this ain’t cockwarming lmao, it’s a full damn blow job. I just got too carried away, forgot its just dick warming sorryyy :(

the courtyard buzzed with chatter during break, groups of students clustered together on benches and the edges of the fountain. you weren’t even doing anything unusual, just leaning against the wall, uniform skirt brushing your thighs, talking to a boy from another class. he was funny, lighthearted, made you laugh a little louder than you meant to.

you didn’t notice at first that sevika was watching.

from across the way, leaning against the doorframe with a stack of ungraded essays under her arm, she looked almost casual. but her eyes had fixed on you — sharp, unreadable, a little too steady to be harmless.

you’d always called her ms sevika with that breathless mix of respect and crush swallowed nerves, but right now the idea of her eyes on you made your skin prickle. you smoothed your skirt down, nervous out of nowhere.

the boy leaned in to tell you something. you smiled, nodded, let his joke land. and then you made the mistake of glancing up.

sevika didn’t look away.

it was a hard, heavy look, like the weight of it alone could drag you to your knees. no words, no change of expression, just that steady burn of jealousy you hadn’t even recognised yet.

he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, “you good? you seem.. odd”

“y-yeah just… nothing,” you stammered, tearing your gaze away from the tall shadow in the doorway. but your stomach twisted, guilt blooming hot even though you hadn’t done anything wrong.

and then the bell rang. “hm okay… well let’s catch up after school. see you,” he waved goodbye as he walked to class.

class was worse.

she was quieter than usual, irritated, no patience. the tap of her pen against the desk had an edge, each word she spoke clipped like it cost her to say it. you swore her eyes kept dragging over to you every so often, lingering just long enough for your chest to tighten.

you couldn’t focus, not with that tension humming under your skin. did she know you liked her? did she see right through you?

when dismissal came, you almost bolted. your notebook was barely shut when something slid across your desk, a folded scrap of torn paper, messy handwriting scrawled across the front.

you looked up, startled, but sevika had already turned away, stride carrying her out of the room.

your hands shook as you unfolded it.

“office. now.”

two words. jagged ink, rushed, like she’d been too angry to write neatly.

you sat there for a second, staring. heart hammering.

miss sevika wanted you in her office. the woman you’ve been moaning in bed last night— wanted to see you in her office.

not a big deal right?

the walk to her office had your knees trembling, but you forced yourself to keep pace, uniform skirt swishing against your thighs with every step. the corridors were empty, everyone else had already gone home, so it was just the click of your shoes echoing against the tile and the loud thud of your heartbeat.

her office door loomed ahead, slightly ajar. Miss Sevika. Science Department. you hesitated outside, palms damp against your notebook, before pushing it open.

she was already there of course, behind her desk, jacket draped over the back of her chair. papers were spread in front of her, red pen tapping slowly against the corner. she didn’t look up right away.

“close the door.”

her voice was low, smooth, and carried the weight of command. you obeyed instantly, shutting it with a soft click.

“sit.” she gestured with the pen toward the chair opposite her desk.

you lowered yourself down, trying not to fidget. her office smelled faintly of ink and leather, a hint of the cigarettes you sometimes caught on her when she leaned too close. you couldn’t tell if your crush made it worse or..better, probably both.

for a long moment, she kept writing, pen scratching harsh against paper, ignoring you like she had in class. the silence stretched, until you couldn’t bear it anymore.

“…miss sevika?” your voice was too soft.

her eyes finally flicked up, pinning you to the chair. “you want to tell me what that was today?”

your throat went dry. “what… what do you mean?”

“don’t play dumb.” she set the pen down, leaned back in her chair, broad shoulders rolling against the leather. “laughing it up with some boy in the courtyard. during my break, while i was standing right there.”

you swallowed hard, heart stuttering. “we weren’t..what? we were just talking.”

“talking.” she said it like it was a dirty word, like she didn’t believe it for a second. her jaw flexed, a muscle ticking near her temple.

heat rushed to your cheeks, but something sharp pushed past the fear. a bratty edge, born of nerves. “we aren’t dating or anything,” you blurted, trying to cover the tremble in your voice. “we’re just talking! why, you jealous?”

her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint sparking there. the silence that followed was heavier than anything you’d ever felt in her class. she didn’t answer right away, just let the weight of your words hang between you, her gaze never leaving yours.

you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly wishing you could stuff the words back in your mouth.

sevika leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the desk. her voice was soft, but laced with steel. “watch your mouth, sweetheart. you don’t know what you’re playing with.”

your stomach flipped, heat pooling low. but you couldn’t help it, the brat in you pushed again, voice quieter, almost a whisper. “sounds like you’re jealous, miss.”

Her lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile. it was sharper than that.

“grades slipping. attitude getting bold.” she shook her head slowly, like she couldn’t believe you. “and now you’ve got the nerve to sit in my office and taunt me?”

she opened the top drawer of her desk with one hand, pulled out something metallic that glinted in the dim light. cuffs. she set them down on the desk between you with a deliberate clink.

your breath caught.

“you want to test me, brat?” her voice dropped even lower, a rumble that curled straight down your spine. “then i’ll teach you what happens when you forget who’s in charge.”

the cuffs gleamed between you, a heavy threat. you swallowed, heart racing, eyes darting from the steel to her face.

“you’ve been slipping,” she said evenly, as though she hadn’t just set restraints in front of you. “assignments half-finished, distracted in class. now mouthing off in my office.” she leaned back in her chair, one hand resting lazily on the armrest. “tell me, sweetheart, do you think you’re performing to my standards?”

your tongue felt glued to the roof of your mouth. “ i didn’t—!”

“answer me.”

the snap in her tone had you flinching. “n-no, miss sevika.”

her eyes softened just barely at the title, but the rest of her stayed carved from stone. she picked up the cuffs again, let them dangle from one finger.

“then you’ll need a reminder.”

before you could blink, she was behind you. her chair scraped back, heavy footsteps circling, and then her hand was on the back of your neck — warm, firm and guiding. the other closed one cuff around your wrist, then the other, the click echoing sharp in your ears.

your breath hitched. “miss sevika, i—”

the cuffs tightened. “quiet.”

her grip didn’t leave your neck. she leaned close enough for you to feel her breath against your ear, low and dangerous. “you wanted to know if i was jealous.” she chuckled, humourless. “maybe i am. what are you going to do about it?”

you froze, stunned. miss sevika, jealous? of you? your crush , the one you’d never dared confess, never thought could look at you that way, had seen you talking to a boy and… this was her answer?

you were too stiff, too shocked to move when she pulled you up from the chair. her hand guided you with ease, steering you like you weighed nothing, marching you toward her desk.

“wait—” your protest was cut off when she shoved you forward, not cruel but firm, slamming you down against the edge of the wood. your knees buckled, the desk looming above, and then she was pressing you lower and lower until you were forced beneath it.

the underside of her desk smelled faintly of wood polish and ink. her long legs filled your vision as you shifted awkwardly onto your knees, cuffs biting lightly at your wrists behind your back. you craned your neck to look up at her, wide-eyed. she sat down again like nothing had happened. her chair creaked, papers rustled, and the red pen scratched steadily across the page.

“miss sevika?” your voice was barely more than a whisper, fragile in the thick silence.

she didn’t look down. she didn’t even twitch. just wrote another comment in the margins of an essay, her hand steady.

your breath quickened, chest rising and falling too fast as you tilted your head back, staring up at her, your eyes wide and uncertain. what was she doing? why wasn’t she even looking at you?

you shifted, knees digging into the floor, voice trembling. “miss… what are you doing?”

still nothing. just the sound of her pen moving, her legs shifting slightly, casual, like you weren’t even there. the weight of it made your stomach churn with something dizzying, humiliating, and thrilling all at once.

“miss sevika, please,” your voice cracked, soft and pleading. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you mad. i wasn’t even flirting, i swear.”

the pen scratched across another paper. no pause, no acknowledgment.

you swallowed hard, lips trembling. “miss, can you… can you look at me? please?”

still nothing. the air felt heavy, pressing down on your chest until words just spilled out without you meaning to. “i promise i’ll be good, i’ll— i’ll do extra work, i’ll fix my grades, i’ll stop talking in class. i’ll do anything. Please, just please look at me?”

her chair creaked. finally, her hand stilled.

you dared to look up through your lashes, wide eyes searching her face.

sevika exhaled through her nose, long and slow, as though she’d run out of patience. then her hand went to her belt. the snap of leather sliding free made your heart lurch.

she dropped it onto the desk with a heavy thud. “you really don’t get it, do you?” her tone was sharp, cutting through the silence.

your mouth went dry. “m…miss?”

she leaned back in her chair, legs spreading slightly, towering over you even while seated. her eyes finally met yours, cold and burning all at once. “pull my pants down.”

your jaw fell open. for a moment, you couldn’t even breathe. this woman was actually telling you to…

your wrists flexed against the cuffs. “i… i don’t—”

“don’t what?” she cut in. “don’t want to? don’t know how?”

heat shot up your neck, into your ears. “i… i want to.” your voice was small, desperate. “i just… i’ve never—”

her laugh was low, humourless. “figured as much.” she rolled her eyes, tugged the button of her slacks loose herself, then stilled. “boxers too. with your teeth.”

you froze again, breath catching. she couldn’t be serious.

but her gaze was unwavering, expectant, daring you to disobey.

you leaned forward shakily, nose brushing the rough fabric of her pants as you fumbled, tugging clumsily at the waistband with your teeth until they slipped lower. her skin was warm, the faintest whiff of smoke and soap hitting your nose.

she sighed, almost exasperated. “pathetic,” she muttered, spreading her legs wider. “look at you. wide eyes, shaking, like you didn’t ask for this the second you mouthed off.”

your chest fluttered, humiliation twisting with arousal. her hand suddenly cupped the back of your head, heavy and sure, not forcing but guiding. “open.”

your lips parted instinctively.

“wider,” she ordered, tone like she was grading your performance already.

you obeyed, heart hammering, mouth open and trembling as her cock pressed against your lips.

“good girl,” she muttered, though the words were clipped, like she didn’t want to give you the satisfaction. she guided you down slowly, the stretch unfamiliar, overwhelming.

you gagged softly, eyes watering.

“breathe through your nose,” sevika said firmly, her other hand already moving back to the essay in front of her. “slow. don’t fight it.” the pen scratched again, like you were nothing but background noise.

you whimpered, muffled, but tried again. her hand steadied you, angling your head just so.

“that’s it. tongue flat. don’t scrape your teeth, i’ll know if you do.” her voice was calm, clinical, like another lecture, except this one had you drooling onto your chin.

each correction was sharp, unyielding, but it anchored you. every frustrated sigh, every low growl of “deeper” or “relax your throat” sent you spiraling further.

and through it all, she kept grading. pages flipping above you, her voice mixing commands with muttered critiques about “shoddy thesis statements” and “messy handwriting,” as if your mouth wasn’t wrapped around her.

you looked up, glassy-eyed, lips stretched, silently begging for her to notice you, to admit what this really was. but she only pressed her cock further down your throat, pen scratching louder, and said flatly,

“eyes on me. you don’t get to look away.”

your jaw ached, throat tight as you tried to breathe through your nose like she’d told you. drool spilled down your chin, your lips stretched wide around her cock. she guided you with that steady, unyielding hand, but her focus was still on the papers above you, pen scratching, page flipping.

and that was the problem.

you wanted more.

not just to do it— but to do it well. to make her look down, to make her see you.

your chest fluttered with nerves as you shifted, testing. instead of just letting her hand move you, you started to move on your own — careful, slow, but purposeful. hollowing your cheeks, flattening your tongue the way she’d told you, bobbing a little deeper, trying to match the rhythm of her casual strokes on the page.

her pen paused. only for a second, but you felt it.

heat rushed to your stomach, sparking your determination.

you tried harder, sucking on the way up, tongue pressing against the underside of her dick, lips sealing tight. you blinked through the sting of tears, looked up at her with wide, wet eyes, trying to catch her gaze.

see me. please.

sevika didn’t look down. not at first. she wrote another comment in the margins, muttered something under her breath about “run-on sentences.”

but her hand tightened slightly at the back of your head.

you took that as encouragement. you swallowed around her, messy, sloppy, desperate to please. drool slicked your chin, strands of spit connecting your lips to her skin every time you pulled back for breath.

finally, finally, her eyes flicked down.

cold. sharp. assessing.

your heart stuttered, but you pushed yourself harder, sucking eagerly, meeting her gaze as best you could with her cock filling your mouth.

her jaw flexed. “trying now, are we?” her tone was mocking, but lower, strained at the edges.

you whimpered around her, nodding as best you could, lashes clumped with tears. she exhaled slowly, the red pen tapping once against the desk. “pathetic little thing. desperate for approval. but at least you’re learning.”

her hips shifted just barely forward, deeper into your mouth.

your stomach flipped. you leaned into it, gagging softly but refusing to pull back, eyes locked on hers.

she chuckled, low, dark, and finally, finally directed at you. “look at you. messy uniform, cuffs on, drool dripping down your chin… and still staring up at me like you’d kill for a good grade.”

her hand stroked through your hair almost absentmindedly, not gentle but steady, keeping you right where she wanted you. and above you, her pen scratched on, her voice a mix of sharp corrections to invisible students and soft commands just for you:

“tongue up— no, higher. that’s it.”

“don’t you dare break eye contact.”

“mm, better. maybe i’ll pass you after all.”

your determination had her hand tightening at the back of your head, her breathing growing heavier even as she tried to keep reading. the pen stilled in her hand, tapping against the paper, forgotten. and then, suddenly, it dropped to the desk with a clatter.

her chair scraped back an inch. her grip in your hair tightened sharply, yanking your head up just enough for her to look down at you. her jaw was clenched, her pupils blown.

“enough,” she growled. “i’m done waiting for you to learn.”

before you could even whimper, she shoved you down onto her cock, hard.

you gagged, choking, eyes watering instantly as she forced herself deep into your throat. her other hand braced on the desk, chair rolling closer with the press of her thighs around your head. “mmh!”

“relax,” she snapped, pulling back only to slam forward again. “take it. you wanted this so bad, fucking take it.”

your tears spilled freely now, streaming down your cheeks as spit and drool soaked your chin, dripping onto your uniform blouse. your wrists strained in the cuffs behind your back, useless, leaving you with nothing to grab, nothing to anchor you but her grip on your hair. you’re just a sobbing mess.

she groaned low in her chest, fucking your throat in rough, steady thrusts. the wet, obscene sounds filled the office, mixing with your muffled gags.

“pathetic little crush,” sevika muttered between clenched teeth, hips snapping forward. “staring at me all semester, thinking i didn’t notice? you wanted me jealous? here’s your answer.”

you sobbed around her cock, but your eyes stayed locked on hers, wide and glassy.

“good girl,” she panted, hips stuttering. “don’t you dare pull away.”

your throat convulsed, but you held on, letting her use you, messy and desperate. she groaned, low and guttural, as her thrusts grew erratic. her grip tightened, forcing you down until your nose brushed her stomach, your throat stretched obscenely around her.

“fuuckk, t-that throat.” the curse ripped out of her as her hips jerked, cock pulsing hot down your throat.

“swallow it.”

you choked, swallowing instinctively as she held you there, her release spilling down your throat until you thought you’d drown on it.

finally, finally, she pulled you back, strings of spit and cum connecting your swollen lips to her cock. you gasped, coughing, tears streaking your face, drool smeared everywhere. wide-eyed, trembling, you looked up at her.

her breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling as she leaned back in her chair. she glanced down at you — ruined, cuffed, uniform stained — and smirked.

“not so mouthy now, are you?”

your throat was raw, lips swollen, drool and cum smeared across your chin. you were still catching your breath when her chair screeched against the floor.

sevika stood.

before you could even move, her hand was fisting the back of your uniform collar, hauling you out from under the desk like you weighed nothing. your knees scraped the floor, your cuffs tugging at your wrists, but you didn’t dare protest.

she bent you over the desk in one brutal shove. papers scattered, pens clattered to the ground, but she didn’t care. one hand pressed between your shoulder blades, slamming you down flat, the other already yanking your skirt up over your ass.

you gasped, writhing. “m-miss sevika!”

“quiet.” her voice was a low growl right against your ear. “i don’t want excuses. i want you to learn.”

your panties tore down your thighs in one rough tug. her cock, still hard, pressed hot and heavy against your slick folds.

you froze, trembling, shocked all over again. she was really going to—

her hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so your cheek pressed to the cool wood of the desk. her voice was ragged now, dangerous with hunger. “what’s the matter? thought i wouldn’t fuck you stupid for making me jealous?”

you whimpered, hips jerking as her tip dragged against your entrance. “oh my gosh i didn’t —”

“don’t care.”

and then she slammed into you.

you cried out, loud, the sound echoing off the office walls. she filled you to the hilt in one brutal thrust, your walls clenching tight around her cock.

“you’re too big, fuck!

her hips snapped forward again before you could even catch your breath. the desk creaked under the force, wood rattling with every slam of her body against yours.

“fuck,” sevika grunted, pounding into you harder, her grip on your hair keeping you pinned. “so fucking tight. was this what you wanted, huh? to rile me up? to get me to use you like this?”

your cheek was smeared with drool against the desk, tears slipping down to the wood, but you nodded frantically, moaning. “y-yes, oh god, yes!”

she spanked you suddenly, her palm cracking against your ass, making you jolt. “yes, what?”

“yes, miss sevika!”

“that’s better.”

her pace was merciless now, hips slamming into you so hard your nails scraped helplessly against the desk’s surface. every thrust drove you higher, your body burning with humiliation, arousal, and the dizzying knowledge that this was your crush — fucking you raw as punishment.

the desk banged against the wall with every thrust, her grunts mixing with your sobbed moans.

“look at you,” she snarled, bending over you, her chest pressing into your back. “first time, and you’re already dripping down your thighs. pathetic little slut for her teacher.”

her words made you clench around her, and she groaned into your ear.

her hand slid down between your thighs, rubbing your clit rough, matching the brutal rhythm of her hips. “gonna cum for me? go on, show me how sorry you are.”

your body betrayed you, pleasure tearing through you so hard you sobbed, convulsing against the desk as your orgasm hit. your walls spasmed around her cock, milking her, dragging her over the edge with you.

she growled low, thrusting deep, burying herself to the hilt as she came again inside you, hot and thick, spilling into you until it dripped down your thighs. “You tight fuck,”

you slumped forward, cuffed wrists aching, body trembling.

sevika stayed pressed against you for a long moment, panting against your ear. then she pulled out slowly, watching her cum leak down your legs.

her hand tangled in your hair one last time, tugging just enough to make you whimper.

“next time you so much as smile at a boy

her grip finally loosened, and she pulled out with a sharp hiss. the weight of her body left you, but your knees immediately gave out. your cuffed wrists wrenched behind you as you crumpled, sliding down the desk until you were on the floor, gasping, thighs shaking violently.

“shit,” sevika muttered under her breath, reaching for you just as you hit your knees. you slumped forward, cheek pressed to the wood for a moment before sliding down fully, limp, staring dazed at the office floor.

your breathing was uneven, lips parted, cum slick between your thighs.

“fuck,” she said again, crouching beside you, her big hand firm on your shoulder. “hey, you with me?”

you blinked up at her, glassy-eyed. your voice was a rasp. “…miss sevika”

something in her chest jolted at the way you said it — reverent, ruined. she unclipped the cuffs quickly, tossing them aside, then caught your wrists in her hands, rubbing at the angry red marks.

you flinched slightly but melted into her touch, eyes shutting.

“easy. don’t move yet.” her voice was gentler now, though still gruff. she shifted you carefully until you were sitting back on your heels. when your thighs trembled too hard to keep balance, she slid one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you effortlessly.

you clung to her shirt weakly, your voice breaking. “that was my… first time.”

she froze halfway to the chair, eyes narrowing down at you. “your what?”

your face burned, but you couldn’t lie, not now. “first, first time. i’ve never y’know, not with anyone.”

her jaw tightened, a storm flickering behind her eyes. for a second you thought she might get angry again, but instead she swore under her breath and shifted you more carefully into her lap as she sat back down in her chair.

“fuck i didn’t know,” she muttered, brushing damp hair from your face. her touch was rough but careful, like she didn’t trust herself not to break you more.

your lips trembled, eyes filling. “it’s okay. i… i wanted it.”

her hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up. “wanted it and ready for it aren’t the same thing, sweetheart.”

you shook your head, desperate. “no, miss… i’ve wanted you since the first day. i just— i didn’t think you’d ever…” your words trailed off, throat tight.

sevika exhaled slowly, her thumb brushing away the tear that slid down your cheek. “fuck, baby,” she muttered again, softer this time.

she reached behind her, tugged her jacket off the chair, and draped it over your bare thighs. one arm stayed tight around your waist, the other rubbing slow circles on your back.

“breathe for me,” she said, low and steady. “in. out. you did good, you’re safe now.”

your head dropped against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, still fast but grounding. her hand smoothed down your hair, over and over.

“first time…” she said it again, shaking her head. “and i had to go and ruin you against my desk like a fucking animal.”

you made a small sound, muffled into her shirt. “…didn’t ruin me. i liked it.”

her chest rumbled with a humorless laugh. “you’re insane.”

but her lips brushed the top of your hair anyway, softer than you’d ever thought she was capable of. she shifted you higher against her, holding you close. “you’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow,” she muttered. “i’ll bring something for you. and water. and you’re not walking home alone tonight.”

you smiled weakly against her chest, warmth blooming despite the ache everywhere.

“yes, miss sevika…”

her hand tightened protectively on your hip. “…fuck. don’t call me that right now, sweetheart. not when i just—” she broke off, groaning into your hair.

her palm moves in steady circles over your hip like she could calm the shake out of your bones. the silence stretched.

finally, her voice rumbled against your ear. “you’ve got homework, don’t you?”

your head tilted up, bleary eyed. “y-yeah.”

she raised a brow, smirking faintly. “then get it out.”

“now?” your voice cracked.

“yeah, now. what, you think one good fuck excuses you from responsibilities?” her tone was dry, but her hand didn’t leave your hip. “get it out. you can do it here.”

your blush deepened as you slid gingerly off her lap, only for her to grab your waist again and tug you right back.

“no. right here.”

you blinked up at her. “on your lap?”

her smirk widened, dangerous. “mm where else? grab your books.”

your body moved before your brain caught up, fumbling your bag open with shaky hands. you spread your papers and workbook across her desk, awkwardly perched on her thighs. her hand stayed locked at your waist, grounding you, keeping your back arched naturally as you leaned forward over the table to write.

she leaned back in her chair, watching the way your skirt rode up, the way your bare thighs pressed against her slacks. her teeth clicked softly against her tongue as she forced her gaze back to the paper.

“question one,” you murmured, pencil hovering.

her voice dropped low, close to your ear. “x equals three.”

your eyes flicked to her. “…you didn’t even look —”

“don’t argue. write it down.”

you scribbled, heart pounding.

“good girl,” she muttered.

you shivered, thighs pressing together, trying to stay focused.

the next question took you a moment to parse, but before you could even read it aloud, sevika’s hand tapped the table beside your paper. “answer’s negative six.”

“miss sevika,” you whispered, biting your lip. “you’re just giving me all of them.”

she hummed low in her throat, leaning in so her lips brushed the shell of your ear. “what, you thought i’d let you sit here, all bent over my desk, ass in the air,” her hand squeezed your hip firmly, “and not keep control? sweetheart, i already broke you tonight. the least i can do is your homework.”

you swallowed hard, pressing your pencil to the paper, your handwriting messier than usual as you tried to keep your arm steady.

her hand smoothed down your spine, lingering just at the dip of your lower back where your arch was sharpest. she didn’t push, just rested there, reminding you of her touch, her restraint.

“keep going,” she said, steady. “we’ll get through this. you’ll have every answer, and i’ll make sure you turn it in tomorrow. deal?”

you nodded quickly, almost dizzy. “…deal.”

her lips quirked, barely-there. “good girl.”

you bent back over the desk, trying desperately to focus on the paper while her breath fanned your neck, her hand tracing lazy patterns against your waist, her thigh firm beneath you. every number she fed you felt less like homework and more like a tether, keeping you there, owned, safe in her lap.

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Zombie apocalypse au ─ chapter one:: prologue .

Arcane x Reader ; zombie apocalypse; kind of horror maybe? ; Reader is a scientist who studies to try to find a cure ; basically how the apocalypse started and what does Reader have to do with it .

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You've always been a fantastic scientist. With several Nobel Prizes in science and numerous accolades to your name, no one hesitated to join you when you began that research.

Ct-40 virus,as you called it. Found in a squirrel, you didn't hesitate to study and analyze it, experimenting with it with an amused glint in your eyes. If someone asked you the reason for the name, you probably wouldn't even know what to say. It seemed like the right name, mysterious but with a dangerous air.

Just what you've always loved.

The studies were going great, you and your team discovered characteristics of that virus that no other organism had.

The virus was driving the host mad. Not the madness you might expect, no.

This madness has led the host to a state of cannibalism, aggression and myriad other symptoms that for the first time you were frightened by seeing such a virus.

The animal that brought it, a small squirrel, was taken to a specialized veterinarian for treatment after the virus had apparently been removed. Less than two hours later, the squirrel was dead, but it moved like a chicken does when you cut off its head.

Then came cannibalism. The squirrel ate the other squirrels in the veterinary clinic, completely ignoring other species.

But the little animal didn't just eat. It peeled off skin and flesh, chopped up bones and eyebrows, and drank blood. An unusual and completely terrifying trait. The eaten squirrel, after a few minutes ─ which you counted as 10 ─ got up and like the other squirrel, went in search of victims.

"You're crazy if you want to continue!" one of the doctors' voice is loud, even trembling. A finger pointed at you, a crazy look on his face, and a layer of sweat on your skin. "You don't realize what you're doing. If that virus gets out of that clinic, we're screwed."

You can understand the concern, really. A lethal virus, with dangerous symptoms and no cure. Out there, it would cause a global massacre. But you, mad scientist that you are, can't give up. Not when you're so close to understanding how physically impossible this is.

"No—it won't happen. We have implemented maximum safety measures, sanitized all rooms and objects surrounding the clinic, and we are treating the virus with the utmost caution and protection─ that thing is not getting out of here"

They say ignorance is worse than malice. And they're probably right.

Your young assistant, eager to study and learn, has been assigned to monitor the squirrels who are apparently responding to one of the various vaccines found for the cure.

The squirrels, now sedated and safe, they are kept inside glass cages, small and oppressive but necessary to keep the infected at bay.

So, a simple task right? Clear instructions, check and for no reason, touch.

But again, ignorance is a nasty beast, and when mixed with curiosity and intrigue, they make a bad pair. The assistant, finding himself watching one of the newly awakened squirrels, reaches out, inserting the tip of his little finger into one of the breathing holes.

"How it is─" your voice reaches the ears of the young man, who turns to look at you with a smile on his lips, and you wonder if you were really like that too when you were just an assistant "Everything's going well, the squirrels are—fuck!"

Your eyes widen, your body instinctively moves to push the man away from the cage. A small bite on the tip of your little finger, which he had left inside, a trickle of blood dripping on the floor. You and him look at each other, a look of horror on your faces.

The virus has evolved, now it does not only attack those of its own kind, but anyone within its reach.

The assistant was immediately taken into quarantine, the glass wall allows you to look inside and the situation is... serious. terrifying. The virus reached the brain quickly, the assistant He's on the ground, his body convulsed with spasms and blood coming out of every pore—eyes, nose, ears, mouth.

You watch the scene, count the minutes, study the symptoms and reactions, analyze. 3... 4... 5... minutes. The host's body is still, a pool of blood surrounds his body and you breathe a sigh of relief, the virus does not survive inside humans.

Except that the host's body has started moving again, bloodshot eyes wide open, teeth curved and sharper, nails damaged and long, hair loss.

The virus has defeated the human being and now has complete control over him. The former assistant stands up, wobbly, hunched posture, the distinct sound of bones breaking as he looks away, your eyes meet, and in an instant, he's against the glass, trying to catch you, to...

The thought alone makes you tremble, and you shout out orders and commands, but inside you're panicked. "Nothing to worry about, gentlemen," your voice trembles as you try to reassure your colleagues. "The guest is inside the quarantine room, the chances of him being able to get out are less than zero"

But in reality, you don't believe it either. Your skin is sweating, your eyes are almost watering, and a fear is in your chest, almost making you double over. What have you done?

They say ignorance is worse than malice. And they're probably right.

Your young assistant, eager to study and learn, has been assigned to monitor the squirrels who are apparently responding to one of the various vaccines found for the cure.

The squirrels, now sedated and safe, they are kept inside glass cages, small and oppressive but necessary to keep the infected at bay.

So, a simple task right? Clear instructions, check and for no reason, touch.

But again, ignorance is a nasty beast, and when mixed with curiosity and intrigue, they make a bad pair. The assistant, finding himself watching one of the newly awakened squirrels, reaches out, inserting the tip of his little finger into one of the breathing holes.

"How it is─" your voice reaches the ears of the young man, who turns to look at you with a smile on his lips, and you wonder if you were really like that too when you were just an assistant "Everything's going well, the squirrels are—fuck!"

Your eyes widen, your body instinctively moves to push the man away from the cage. A small bite on the tip of your little finger, which he had left inside, a trickle of blood dripping on the floor. You and him look at each other, a look of horror on your faces.

The virus has evolved, now it does not only attack those of its own kind, but anyone within its reach.

The assistant was immediately taken into quarantine, the glass wall allows you to look inside and the situation is... serious. terrifying. The virus reached the brain quickly, the assistant He's on the ground, his body convulsed with spasms and blood coming out of every pore—eyes, nose, ears, mouth.

You watch the scene, count the minutes, study the symptoms and reactions, analyze. 3... 4... 5... minutes. The host's body is still, a pool of blood surrounds his body and you breathe a sigh of relief, the virus does not survive inside humans.

Except that the host's body has started moving again, bloodshot eyes wide open, teeth curved and sharper, nails damaged and long, hair loss.

The virus has defeated the human being and now has complete control over him. The former assistant stands up, wobbly, hunched posture, the distinct sound of bones breaking as he looks away, your eyes meet, and in an instant, he's against the glass, trying to catch you, to...

The thought alone makes you tremble, and you shout out orders and commands, but inside you're panicked. "Nothing to worry about, gentlemen," your voice trembles as you try to reassure your colleagues. "The guest is inside the quarantine room, the chances of him being able to get out are less than zero"

But in reality, you don't believe it either. Your skin is sweating, your eyes are almost watering, and a fear is in your chest, almost making you double over. What have you done?

Suddenly ── crack.

The glass breaks, and the assistant, now a host of the CT-40 virus, is free. The doctors are screaming, the nurses are crying, and the scientists, your colleagues, are frozen, completely immobile with terror. You are too, and no matter how hard you try to scream at your body to move, to escape, they do not obey.

The infected moves so quickly, with a lack of coordination between the upper and lower limbs that it's almost more frightening than the sounds it makes. Screams, growls, and unfamiliar sounds you can't explain.

It attacks other scientists, bites them, eats them, organs come out of their bodies, blood splashes everywhere and then, within five minutes, they too have become infected, hungry for blood, for meat.

In a second, one of them is on top of you, you try to stop him, his bloody mouth so close to your neck, the putrid smell of rotten skin, even though minutes have passed.

Tears well up in your eyes, as the life you've lived flashes before you, the awards you've won, the personal satisfactions you've achieved, the tears and laughter you've shared with loved ones.

Are these the 7 minutes your brain makes you relive before you die? You're so absorbed in those memories that you almost don't feel the pain of the infected person's teeth on your neck, you don't hear your own screams, your own tears.

Are you really dying? Did you really cause all this?

Your body is quickly forgotten by the infected, who rush out to find more victims. You wait, counting the seconds, the minutes, waiting to lose your mind and become one of them.

Only it doesn't happen. You counted to forty minutes and you're conscious, you're still you. You slowly get up from the floor, your hand instinctively touching the wound on your neck and it doesn't hurt. You don't feel anything.

Why didn't you transform? Why didn't you become one of them?

The answer is simple, you are immune.

"How the fuck is this possible..." you ask yourself, your voice hoarse, your head spinning but you're fine. Being immune means not dying, not attracting the infected to you and specifically,

find a cure.

Zombie apocalypse au ─ next chapter:: Vi, the mechanic .

Heyo!

The prologue of my zombie apocalypse au is finally out! I hope you like it, along the idea of Reader being the cause for the apocalypse!

All the next chapters are only related to the prologue, let me explain. Vi's chapter and Sevika's chapter are different and not related to all, as if they were alternative chapter and a wat if.

Follow, likes, comments and report are appreciated<3

Taglist:: @pawmpkinnn ; @lonerslug .