#sevika dark content

[madewithsilk]

— ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

synopsis; outlaw cowboy sevika takes a detour and ends up lost at night with nowhere to stay. stumbling over to your house, she hopes it's not an old husband with a rifle and luckily, it's not.

pairing; outlaw cowboy sevika x widow farm-girl reader

cw; age gap, inexperienced (w/ women) reader, experienced sevika, sub!reader, dom!sevika, oral (r!receiving), tribbing

The sun blared down relentlessly on the farm, a scorching sunset that felt more suited to the height of summer than the gentle welcome of spring. The air shimmered with heat and humidity, and the horses stood restlessly, needing constant relief, their flanks fanned with hastily created gusts and cool buckets of water at the ready, providing brief moments of respite from the sweltering heat. It was that time of year again when the pace quickened and the workload surged, a stark reminder of the solitude that had settled over the farm. You shouldered the immense responsibility alone, grappling with the demands of each day, marking the second year since your husband had passed. Yet, the absence was not necessarily what left you scarred, but the loneliness.

As Sevika’s horse trotted along the parched dirt path, it kicked up a swirling cloud of dust that danced in the golden light of the setting sun. The outlines of a quaint village began to emerge, revealing a tapestry of little houses nestled amid patches of vibrant green grass and fields dotted with diligent farmers. The warm hues of dusk cast long shadows, and Sevika squinted against the sun's glare, readjusting her wide-brimmed hat to shield her eyes. Her sense of direction wavered, adding a hint of uncertainty to her journey as she moved toward a barn.

The sundress draped over your boots, its delicate fabric gathering at the hem as you hiked it up to avoid the mud that threatened to cling to the ruffles at the bottom. Your hand shielded your features from the harsh sun, refilling the buckets of water constantly at the horse's disposal. Once the job was done, you rushed towards the steps into your home. Sitting on one of the steps, you removed your boots with grace and kept them on the stairs before wandering into your house.

Sevika had no choice but to ask for hospitality from a stranger. Her best bet was to find someone's wife on a good day instead of an old man with a rifle and in the know about her crimes. It was unlikely such a situation would conclude in her demise, but rather another dilemma to cover up. A clueless woman she could butter up with a charming gaze and the seducing threat of her strap carried on her hip.

Sevika dismounted from her horse, the leather saddle creaking softly as she slid to the ground. With a practiced motion, she looped the reins around a sturdy post. As she strolled toward the imposing wooden doors of the largest barn, her hat threatened to slip from her head, catching the afternoon breeze. She ascended the worn steps, her boots clicking evenly against the weathered wood, and caught sight of a pair of feminine boots resting by the entrance. With a mix of curiosity and caution, she lifted her hand, her knuckles rapping sharply against the door, her expression unyielding just in case.

Your eyes shot open at the thudding coming from your front door, putting down the heavy load of laundry with a lavender aroma to go towards your lock. Your hands trembled as you twisted the lock, reminding yourself of where your late husband's gun was. With a swift motion, the door creaked open to reveal the intimidating and broad figure of a woman with a familiar face. Your lips parted in an O shape, scars painted through out Sevika’s arms and the holster around her hips. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the bulging muscles and mean expression, words stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Sevika’s jaw unclenched at the pure sight of a tender woman, floral pattern sundress reaching down to her toes. Sevika palmed the hat, removing it out of manners and respect. Her expression now turned sickeningly sweet, a smirk plastered across her lips. “Good day, ma’am.” Sevika spoke with a bourbon-smooth voice. Your hands formed into fists around the fabric of your dress, unsure of what this woman wanted. “Please.. I'm not old enough for such a title,” You joked in response, a humorless chuckle leaving your mouth.

Sevika winked, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat. “Well, me and my horse are unfortunately a lost cause. Been on my travels and it seems I took the wrong turn.” She shifted to the side, allowing you the sight of a nearly dehydrated horse. Pity overwhelmed you, a pout gracing your face. Animals always were your soft spot. “Oh goodness, that's terrible,” Even now with the information given to you, it confirmed your suspicions. This woman had a large bounty on her head, her face established in every newspaper. But Lord, how could you deny the willing and attractive face, especially in times of loneliness?

“Do you think I could spend the night here, miss?” Sevika’s voice carries a subtle urgency, a plea veiled in the softness of her words. You pause, biting your glossy bottom lip as a swirl of thoughts dances through your mind. She’s not just armed with a weapon; there’s a strength about her that draws you in, making the prospect of her company seem less daunting.

With a gentle nod, you agree, your heart racing slightly at the unexpected invitation. You swiftly maneuver your boots back onto your feet, readying yourself to tend to the horse. A sigh of relief escapes Sevika, though behind her calm demeanor lurks a myriad of unanswered questions about your innocence.

Following your lead, she grasps the rope with a firm yet careful grip, guiding the horse alongside you. The air is thick with the earthy scent of the stable as you move in harmonious silence, your hands deftly lifting the hem of your dress to prepare food and water. You attend to the animals with polish, filling separate buckets with food and water.

It wasn't long before you both headed inside, Sevika removing her boots outside your home and hanging the hat up on a rack. Your home was picturesque and tidy, with no physical stench of a husband or a man left behind. You stood behind the counter of your kitchen, holding a damp rag in nervousness. “I'm sure you must be parched,” You broke the silence, gazing up at Sevika. She cocks a brow at your fidgety behavior but thinks nothing of it, nodding and leaning against your counter. “Is iced tea to your liking?” You mumble and Sevika nods once again.

You got to work, the citrus scent and taste of iced tea beginning to fill the crevices of your home, the laundry completely forgotten as your mind was fixed on the woman. You kept your gaze averted, squeezing the lemons, and then stuttering out a question. “Will you continue to flaunt the harness around your hips or would you prefer a place to store them?” Sevika chuckles at how observing you were, the sound of metal clacking at bay while she lays it on the counter. “I'm sure you're curious,“ She daunts. You giggle sweetly and pour two glasses for you and the older woman. “There is quite much to be curious about.” You state as the icy beverage slips down your dry throat. “Yeah, likewise.” She hums out and mimics your gestures.

“You can ask away, Sevika.” You slip up, her name stumbling off your tongue with such ease. You could only possibly know from the name in bold on every daily newspaper. Your fingers crossed anxiously hoping she didn't catch that. All Sevika did was raise a brow, noticeably troubled. She shrugs it off, walking closer to you and strumming a hand on your waist. “You're not married.” She stated, her hand grazing over yours, fingers tracing the spot on where a ring was supposed to be.

You jerked your hand away, “He passed.” She hurls at the words, hand moving towards your face. Your solitude left you in an utmost desperate and pathetic state, leaning into her touch. She hid her resentment as she spoke, “Pity,” Her hands tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, keeping eye contact with you as your lashes fluttered at her. “You shoulder the responsibility of both man and woman.” Sevika pities, nearly coming into your ear. You shake your head thoughtlessly.

Sevika observed the way you shuddered, each subtle twitch betraying the vulnerability you felt whenever her hands brushed your skin. You were inexperienced in the realm of intimacy with women, particularly with someone as seasoned and older as she was, whose presence both intrigued and intimidated you. Each gentle touch sent ripples of uncertainty through you, awakening sensations you had never encountered before. Her past of crime alongside the thoughts that worried you clouded your mind. “Do I make you nervous, doll?” She mumbled, her lips hovering over your ear and cheek, leaving you breathless. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

You shake your head, observing how she pressed her body flush against yours with no care. “Have you?” Your little whisper of intrigue made Sevika chuckle, ghosting kisses down your neck. You felt dirty and guilty for making such a mockery of your late husband. So close to making love in his own home. You simply wanted to be kind and shelter a woman for a day or two. “Oh, darling.” She humored you, tongue soaking the sides of your jawline, eyebrows knitting together. “I've had many— younger, older, meaner.” Her laundry list could potentially go on. “I don't think any have been as sweet as you, could bite into you and it’d be pure sugarcane.” Her teasing seemed like mocking yet she truly meant most of it. Nonetheless, he enjoyed your little gasps.

Your lips hovered just inches apart, poised for connection, yet she could see the reluctance flickering in your eyes, a hint of shame casting a shadow over the moment. It was a feeling she didn’t want to linger. With a soft sigh, Sevika stepped back, arching an eyebrow as she distanced herself from the counter. "Is there anywhere I can freshen up? The sun has set below the horizon; it feels like it’s finally time for some rest," she remarked, her tone blending curiosity with a hint of playfulness.

You break out of the trance, guiding her softly toward the bathroom. As she navigates the living room, her gaze catches on the open newspaper sprawled across the coffee table, featuring a prominent image of her face that commands attention. A small laugh escapes her lips, and she quickens her pace to follow after you, a spark of entertainment in her eyes. It seems you held less unknowingness than she initially thought.

Her shower lasted 20 minutes, granting you a rare moment of silence to collect yourself. You took the time to light candles scattered throughout your home, their warm flickering flames casting a soft, ambient glow that filled the space with clarity. Leaning back on the sofa with cozy, off-white blankets, you folded the freshly washed clothes, the fabric soft and fragrant, as you savored the comforting atmosphere that surrounded you. You could hardly focus on the repetitive movements, leg bouncing with anticipation for her to hurry out. As the water began to drain, avid footsteps on the wooden clad floor making herself known.

The light presented her with a more in-depth portrayal than simple sunlight, a black, cropped wife-pleaser decorating her expansive shoulders and back, the lack of a bra letting you stare at her hardened nipples. You tried to avoid that, staring down towards her mid-rise pants that exposed the trail of hair leading up towards her navel. A throaty whimper escaped you, crossing your legs scandalously. “Am I sleeping on a couch or a bed? Anything of the sort is fine,” Sevika was consciously avoiding the elephant in the room, her previous suggestive touch. You cleared your throat, eyeing her face instead which had damp, face-framing strands of hair covering some features.

“You could take the guest room,” You mumbled, pinching the flame in the living room and walking toward the end of the hallway. An untouched room was opened, perfectly set up for any potential or unwarranted guests. She towered over you when beside you, leaning against the doorframe while observing the spare room. She walks in, hand flat on the cotton sheets. You let out a long breath while turning around.

Your steps were interrupted by Sevika’s voice and arm reaching out for you. Her larger hand on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps trailing up your body. “Yes?” You whispered, the crack in your voice betraying your attempted indifference. “Tell me,” Sevika began, turning you completely around while shutting the door with her heel. She could smell the fear from you. “How did you know my name? Why didn't you fear the guns I carried?” Sevika knew the answer to all of this, she enjoyed the way you scurried for excuses. Yet, you fell silent.

Her laugh echoed, holding you against her and guiding your figure towards the bed. “You act so unassuming, nearly fooled me, dollface.” You whined, hands already flooding towards her and groping the parts you wished to touch. She had caught you, there was no purpose in hiding your core emotions. “You knew who I was, what I’m guilty of.” She murmured against your virgin neck, finally nibbling on it while she pushed you down on the bed and straddled your hips.

“Answer me this, dear,” She started up, kissing your neck and cheek while squeezing your sensitive tits. You had already lost all will of resistance, arms circling her neck and legs wrapped around her torso. “Did you just want me to fuck you?” Her vulgarity took you by surprise, pulling your head away and staring into her eyes. Something about how unapologetic she was made you want to be the same back. “Ye-yea.” Sevika shook her head and forcefully came to your clothes, working them off of your frame.

You both end up completely nude, your sopping cunt begging for some friction. You had no clue how to do this nor how to pleasure her, you were squeamish, stuttering while asking for instructions. “Woman, relax.” She huffed out, pushing you onto your back and kissing down to your pussy. “Just let me take care of everything.” You were holding your breath till her tongue came down flat on your sensitive cunt, an exhaled moan shakily leaving you. She latched onto your clit, suckling on it till your hands tugged at her hair.

Her fervor when pumping her tongue inside of your entrance had your back arching off the mattress, squirming away from her touch. “Don’t run, doll,” She said muffled, holding you down with a firm arm as you babble softly. “Think— think i’m, ngh-” She chuckles as you clench around her tongue, pulling away and not giving you enough relief to suffice for an orgasm. Your whimpers increased, tugging harsher on her hair to try and bring her back but failing. “So damn spoiled. Be patient.”

You nodded with built-up patience, watching her hover above you. She manhandled your legs, forcing them into an easier access position. Your pretty cunt was on display, perfect for her to grind against. It wasn't too long of staring before she placed her own pussy against yours. Your clit catches on hers, her much larger one fucking against yours. You couldn't resist the relentless babbles, eyes rolling back in immense pleasure.

Your own clit wasn't as large as hers, it caught you by surprise. Your hand shot up to her hips, trying to guide her to right spots but she seemingly knew more than you. Her palms used your tits as leverage, fucking against your frantically. “Sev’, goddd, can’t take it!” you ramble, head thrown back along with your eyes going completely white. The ego boost from how sensitive you were was so good, forcing her to groan and keep rubbing her sensitive and swollen pussy quicker against yours. “Dirty girl, been begging for this relief huh?” She mocked.

She reached her lips down against yours and finally kissed you, slipping her tongue past your lips and exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, lips eventually giving out as her wet cunt dripped onto yours harshly. “Fucking husband– shittt— o-of yours couldn't make you cum this hard,” She boasted, reducing you to tears and moans.

The room had a stench of sex and sweat, nasty squelching and wet noises bouncing off the walls. A knot formed in both of your tummies, her hips stuttering against yours as she neared her orgasm. Her cum was creamy, dripping down onto your asshole. You followed quickly after, scratching at her back with your manicured nails as the orgasm crashed into you. “Just love knowing you’re fucking someone who could blow your head off, babygirl?” You whimpered and nodded, humping her and rutting up against her. She kissed your forehead, beads of sweat forcing your hair to stick to it.

“Sweet girl,” Sevika grumbled and kisses down your neck, not disconnecting her cunt from yours yet as you held her closer. The rest of the night was spent among giggles and cleaning up, limbs tangled as the moonlight seeped through the sheer curtains. You were unsure if you'd ever see her again for months going on by, she was an outlaw, you were well aware. Regardless, she promised to write you before mounting her horse again early in the morning.

[abbysdollie]

You wanted dark😈imma see what’s in my noggin for u

Dark!Sevika (or Abby) who don’t let you outside ever. She just wants you for herself, completely isolating you from everything. So you completely rely on her. She beats the shit out of you when you give her attitude or try to escape.

(You can add smut only if you want to there’s absolutely no pressure❤️) THANK YOU

Flawless sevika x fem!reader.

Hi hun! Thank you for the req I literally love it sm! I hope you like it And it’s good 😭

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!! Minors do not interact !!

Cw: dead dove content. mean!sevika. She calls you dumb girl. Physical abuse.

Sevika never lets you go outside. The woman is always telling you horror stories about the streets of Zaun, how women are kidnapped left and right, people are getting killed, and just getting caught up in very dangerous situations.

The only person you talk to or see ever is her, your world revolves around Sevika. When you realized what she was doing to you, you knew you had to find a way out.

Having a plan on when you would escape. You would wait for her to leave for work and then climb out of the window, which was next to a pipe, and right under that window was a trash container that would cushion your fall. It was the perfect plan, except for the fact that Sevika knew what you were up to. She was very observant and not stupid.

The day of your escape, she made it look like she left, but she actually stayed close to her apartment. You finally made it out as you enjoyed your newfound freedom, never noticing Sevika sneaking up behind you.

“Fancy seeing you here, doll,” she says as she wraps her hands around your waist. Fuck, shit. You were done for. “Fresh air?” Trying to lighten the situation knowing damn well what was about to happen to you. She drags you back inside, once in, she throws you to the ground, looking pissed.

“Are you so fucking empty up there that you can’t understand the simple instruction of never leaving this damn apartment?” Her tone was harsh and cold, you weren’t about to let this slide, and so you responded to her full of attitude.

“I’m not some sort of bird that you can keep caged, asshole.” Oh, by the looks of it all, she did not like that whatsoever. Before you knew it, the back of her hand connected with your cheek. You felt the burning sting of her hand; you tasted a metallic taste in your mouth, and you realized your lip was busted open.

“You gonna keep talking back to me, dumb girl?” Pushing yourself off the ground, you give her a glare. “Fuck you,” you say as you go to clean yourself up. She grabs your arm harshly and pulls you back. That’s definitely going to bruise later. Gripping your chin, she forces you to look at her.

“I’ll beat the attitude out of you, doll,” and she kept her word, she slapped you, a hard kick to your stomach. She stepped on your wrist with her boot. After the beating, you were in pain and aching everywhere. She picked you up and took care of all your wounds, telling you how sorry she was. Now she has you on her lap, head on her shoulder, as you two watch your favourite movie.

After that incident you swore you would never disobey her, you followed the rules and never questioned her. The only time you would be outside was when she lit up a cigar on the balcony; other than that, you were trapped, like a bird in a cage.

Tags 🧸: @dollaches @vesperassh @madewithsilk @yoosohh @babysfirsthaze @graciedollie @sharkgirlmultiii @h2pinky @tqlepatia @jumiinx

[polkadotzzzz]

vampire hunter sevika! who hunts you, a vicious vampire terrorizing the town. she keeps you all to herself, killing filthy men to feed you and starving you when you misbehave.

[deathbxnny]

Arcane characters saying things they'll regret during an argument with you. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

(Part two)

Because if I can't be happy, then neither can you./j✨️

Content: Alcoholism, spoilers for season 2, heavy angst, toxic behavior, cursing, established romantic relationships, potential mentions of cheating, gaslighting/ manipulation, probably ooc idk, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VI

You hated the cycle she had trapped herself in. It was never-ending and beyond self-destructive. For a while, you tried to get her out of it by attempting to reason with her, show her the light, tell her that everything is going to be okay and to just stop with the senseless fighting. But then the heavy, out of control drinking began, and she became unrecognizable to you.

She barely spent time with you, and when she did, then it was due to an extreme hangover that you had to nurture her through before the next fight began. You were so sick of it. You couldn't take the state she was in anymore. You wanted your girlfriend back but didn't want to suffer anymore as a result of it. And so, you tried one last time to snap her out of it.

"Hey, uhm... can we talk?" You ask nervously whilst peering at her from the doorway into her room. The roaring of the crowd and indistinguishable words of the announcers buzzed over your heads, reminding you of the timelimit you had to do this right. Vi didn't turn to you and instead focused on smearing the black paint over her eyes, a dark gaze glance cast your way at your meek plea. "Make it quick. I got 10 minutes before I have to be out there again."

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the coldness in her tone. It was so odd, so not like her. "Vi... I... I need you to stop this. I understand your pain. I really do, I... get it. But this isn't right. You're practically killing yourself here, and I can't take that anymore-" "-This topic again? I told you to fucking drop it already." She hissed with a shake of your head and something about that made you finally snap. "I care about you Vi! That's why I'm doing all of this shit for you. No one else would do as much as I did. Why can't you see that? What the hell happened to you-" Your voice was cut off by her hand slamming into a nearby wall, anger written all over her face that made you flinch away instinctively.

You had never been scared of her before and this just broke your heart further.

"Shut up! You haven't done shit for me, except for pissing me off and whining and crying about every little thing I do! How about you fuck off and leave me the hell alone instead!? The only person who ever did shit for me is Cait and look how that turned out!" Silence. Deafening silence. Except for Vi's heavy breathing. You were rendered speechless. All the years you've spent with her at her side even as children flashed through your mind, before it all stilled and went cold. Your gaze hardened, and you nodded slowly, turning away wordlessly to do as she asked. You understood now. You were always the second choice in the end.

Vi seemed to only notice that you've left once she heard her name being called from the ring above. And her heart sunk at the realisation that this time, you wouldn't be there to watch her win.

And so she didn't.

》CAITLYN

Zaun was becoming a sensitive and dangerous topic to bring up around her. Even the slightest mention of it made her face harden and earn you a dismissive hand waving all of your protests away. It also didn't help that she was pulling away from you and instead getting closer to a certain red-headed officer of hers. It was frustrating and so exhausting to deal with, on top of all the grief that hung over your heads constantly. It was driving you mad. Nothing you said got through to her.

It wasn't a secret that you disapproved of the war and the alliance with Ambessa. You could look right through her, see with a clear mind that she was up to no good. Whatever she had planned wouldn't bring either nation anything but more plight. This wasn't the right way to go about things. It wasn't humane. The people she hated were no different from you both. But she just couldn't see it the same way, her judgment clouded heavily by her need for revenge on Jinx. A singular person had shifted her perception about a whole group of people... and it was becoming suffocating. You couldn't recognize her anymore.

You were trying to find the right time to finally confront her about it fully, and thankfully, the opportunity came up one evening whilst she was going through paperwork in her office. You were pacing nervously around the room, trying to find the courage to speak your mind, but she beat you to it. "If you have something to say, then say it. I have work to do and can not be disturbed like this." She muttered, eyes focused on the sea of papers before her rather than your stilling form. Very well, she asked for it. "I... want this war to end. This isn't right."

Her hand froze before she hummed and resumed her task. "I thought we had moved on from this topic." She said calmly, not betraying how clearly irritated she was becoming. But you couldn't give up now. You'd go crazy if you did. "Caitlyn. There is no moving on from it if people are going to die as a consequence! How could you ever look away from that? Why can't you see that this is wrong? Why can't you see that Ambessa-" You stepped towards her grand desk with every word, hands coming down to push the paper she was holding away from her face. You just wanted her to finally look at you again after so long. "-Is playing with your mind!" "Enough. Don't you dare say another word."

The Kirammann stood up and towered over you, a strong hand grabbing onto your arm with a sharp shake that surprised you. Had the grief taken over her mind this badly? So much so that she couldn't see how much this was hurting you to lose her? "I demand you see reason and stop sympathizing with those treacherous animals... unless you want me to see you as one of them as well." "You think I'd betray you?" You breathed, and suddenly the realisation that you had lost her for good finally sunk in. You needed to go. Now.

Caitlyn's face sobered up at your question, yet before she could say a thing, her dear officer Nolan stepped in with a report in hand. Seeing the position you two were in, she nervously tilted her head. "Oh, my apologies, am I disturbing you-?" "-Not at all. In fact, I'm the one who's disturbing YOU. My apologies for that." Ripping your arm out of her gloved hand, you pushed past the girl and rushed out of the room.

Your girlfriend watched you disappear down the dark hallway before she straightened up and gave the officer a curt nod to go ahead with her report. But it was hard to listen to a word she was saying when Caitlyn's head was replaying the memory of your teary, heartbroken eyes over and over again.

》JINX

She didn't care about her life anymore. That was clear as day, and unfortunately, your relationship was suffering because of it. You knew that Silco's death had killed her inside, that his absence left her lost and confused. But you were so desperate to keep her together. So much so that you were practically destroying yourself for her well-being. Eventually, this boiled over when she was beginning to pull away from you. You, who had always been there. You, who she always cringed onto and begged to stay with her. You only had eachother now. It was impossible to think about a life without her now.

The unhinged spark in her eye had faded away and was replaced by an empty shell of what it once was. That scared you more than you'd like to admit. "Jinx... what are you thinking of?" You asked her one night whilst you quietly snuk around the dark lanes of your home. She didn't respond at first, and your eyes were focused on the back of her hooded head, wondering if she even heard you. But you know she had, when she came to a sudden stop. "... I... I think we should part ways, sweetheart. This ain't gonna go over well forever." She said in that hauntingly calm voice you've grown to hate. And you'd be lying if you said that you didn't see this coming.

"But why? We've always been together through everything. This isn't any different-" "-But it is! It's over! Jinx is over!" Facing you, you near flinched at her glowing, violet eyes, heart beating against your chest. She would never hurt you. You knew she wouldn't. And yet... you found yourself ever so slightly stepping away. Maybe that's what set her off in hindsight. "You're gonna leave me like everyone else anyway. Might as well beat ya to it-" "-I would never do that! What has gotten into you? You should know better than to think that-" "-You're scared of me, ain't ya?" You pressed your lips together when you realised that her mental state had gotten much worse than you expected.

She was losing it.

"In fact, I bet you're thinking of me the same way Vi does. You'll be so much happier without me. But... actually... what if you're going to backstab me like her one day?" The look on your face must've been horrific enough to sober her scrambled mind then because even she seemed to be unsure of what she's saying. And yes, you knew she wasn't doing well. You knew she was just saying things without thinking them through. But you were sick of it. So tired of it all. She could practically read your mind.

"W-wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I-" "-Okay... you're right. We truly would be better off going our separate ways." You were stepping away from her quicker now, and then you were running, your view becoming blurry and unintelligible. "WAIT NO, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, I-" Jinx screamed after you, her breathing heavy and uneven, but she didn't go after you. She knew she had lost that right the second she opened her mouth.

You disappeared into the lanes, for the first time ever sprinting away from rather than towards her. And like the Jinx she was, she had screwed up another good thing up for herself. Perhaps deservingly this time.

》EKKO

Ekko was extremely busy with his duties lately and practically completely neglecting himself for them. It was very concerning to you and everyone, to say the least. Especially now that a war was practically forming at your front door from Piltover. And you were grateful and thankful for all he did for you. You really were. For that reason alone, you wanted him to take things easy at least sometimes to eat and sleep properly when he can. So, on the request of other members, you went to go looking for him one night before it was time for bed. He was sitting up in the tree, clearly planning to keep watch all night, like he usually did.

But you had come with a mission of your own and refused to leave until he came down to bed with you. "Ekko." You hummed as you finally reached him, a friendly smile on your lips. Balancing a nice basket of baked goods you had made yourself, you stepped towards his form that was beautifully illuminated in the moonlight. Seeing him here made you feel content and relieved since you were barely seeing each other to begin with anymore. Which you have been trying to be understanding about.

"I know what you're here for, and the answer is still no." The young man sighed with a shake of his head and frown. You weren't the first one to come by, that's for sure. "Hey... you know this isn't healthy. We're counting on you to stay strong for us, and you can't be that if you're starving yourself." You say with a slight falter to your smile, yet you tried to keep your tone playful and light. He, on the other hand, did not.

"I already told you that it's a no. Now go to bed and let me work." "But I made you these and-" "-I said, no." He hissed out, and that took you aback. He never raised his voice at you, nor did he ever have an attitude with you either. But the stress was getting to him badly, and so was the lack of sleep. "Why can't you just get that? How many times do I have to say it to get it through your thick skull? The least you could do is go and make yourself somewhat useful by patrolling, instead of wasting your time with this."

Oh, how his words cut you deep. Rationally, you knew that everything was just getting too much for him. But it didn't stop you from feeling hurt anyway, as your lip wobbled, and you slammed the basket on a nearby desk before quickly taking your leave wordlessly. Ekko froze at that and reached out to you, your name on the tip of his tongue, but the guilt stopped him from saying a thing.

"Fuck!" He cursed at himself, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a disappointed sigh. He definitely was losing it... and you unfortunately had to unfairly take the brunt of it.

》SEVIKA

"What did I tell you about running off when I tell you to stay put? You could have fucking died out there and then what?" Sevika was angry at you. Not that you could necessarily blame her since you did nearly get killed by an Enforcer earlier. But you had no real choice in this. You swore you didn't mean for this to happen. It was supposed to just be a quick errand run. You wanted to make her something nice for dinner, spoil her a little as a thank you for all the work she was putting into Zaun. Yet you couldn't explain any of this with the way she didn't let you even say a word now from the anger running in her veins. In fact, you had never seen her this enraged before.

"I am sick and tired of you disobeying what I tell you. I can't always be there and save you from everything, you know? I got better things to do and than to babysit you all the time-" "- I'm not asking you to do that either! I'm a grown adult, I can take care of myself!" You yelled back, absolutely angry now yourself at the way she always infantilized you like this. It always the same conversation and argument over and over again. You were so sick of it. You could handle yourself just fine and have proved this before. Yet she was so hellbent on proving you wrong every time, you couldn't take it anymore!

"I'm your partner, Sev. You're supposed to treat me like an equal." "I would, if you weren't so fucking incompetent. If I wasn't there, you would've been dead. Why can't you get that? Should I spell it out for you more? Dumb it down even more?" You hated when she was being like this. It was rare for a reason, and you despised this side of her. The side that was so prideful and egotistical. And you were trying so hard not to stoop to her level. It didn't help that you were a little injured and struggling to stand as is. "I'm not in the mood for this shit, I'm literally bleeding. Can we argue about this later, please? I just wanted to surprise you with something nice for once, and I get that I was wrong, but you don't have to be so mean about it, damn it!"

The tears in your eyes were betraying you, and the embarrassment of that just made you push past her and disappear into your shared bedroom. You'll just deal with the injury yourself. Sevika stared after you in slight surprise, considering it was rare for you to yell back like that and cry at that... but the sight of the flowers and half prepared food on the kitchen counter made the regret finally set in.

Perhaps you were right after all.

[tqlepatia]

HEADCANONS | SEVIKA × SLEEPY! WIFE! READER

notes : lol sorry for the long wait, i tried to make it quite long :3

content : pure fluff, the tittle it's self explanatory

You fall asleep in the car every time. Doesn’t matter if it’s a five-minute drive or an hour. Sevika drives with one hand and rests the other gently on your thigh, rubbing circles while you snore softly.

She’s found you asleep on laundry piles, the kitchen table, and even half off the bed. Instead of waking you, she just makes sure you’re warm and safe and takes a picture for her private album.

Sevika secretly times in her mind how long it takes you to doze off during movie nights. Your record is 52 minutes into the film.

You always insist you're not tired. While yawning and curled up in a blanket. Sevika raises one brow: “Sure, babe. Wide awake.”

She loves it when you nap on her chest. Your breath warms the space right over her heart, and she swears nothing calms her nerves like that.

Sometimes you fall asleep mid conversation, You were talking about how hard it was to make a perfect cake, then your voice went slower and lower till the room was in silence. Sevika just chuckles and finishes your sentence for you before covering you with a throw blanket.

She’s developed the stealth of a trained assassin. Walking around the house in near silence to avoid waking you, especially if you’ve been having light sleep.

You always nap after meals. Sevika picks up your empty plate, kisses your forehead, and whispers, “I’ll clean up. Just rest.”

She adores your sleepy voice. That soft, raspy mumble when you call her name with your eyes still closed makes her melt instantly.

You cling to her like a koala in your sleep. Sevika has mastered the art of staying still for hours just so you can rest peacefully.

You fall asleep in public. she just places her hand on your thigh and keeps talking like nothing happened.

She has to carry you to bed most nights. And she pretends to complain, but you catch her smiling every time, remembering how she walked with you in her arms the day of your wedding

You fall asleep while waiting for her to get ready for work, and she sneaks back to the room just to watch you rest ( she tells silco she's reaaaaaly sick that day just to get a whole day with you ).

When you nap on the couch, she watches over you like a guard dog. Anyone who even thinks about waking you up will get the glare.

You sleep with your hand on her chest or stomach. She won’t move a muscle until you shift first.

She has a soft spot for how you mumble her name in your dreams. “Vika…” and she’s feeling her cheeks hot in the dark of the room..

She keeps extra blankets everywhere. One in the car, two in the living room, one folded on her office chair, just in case her sleepy wife gets tired again.

She’s tried to tease you about how much you sleep. But you looked at her with half-lidded eyes and said, “You love it,” and she couldn’t argue.

Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night just to watch you breathe. Then, she kisses your forehead and goes back to sleep.

She’s your favorite mattress. Even in summer, even when it’s too hot, your head always finds her chest or thigh.

You always nap in her worn out T-shirts. Sevika pretends not to notice—but she keeps giving you more of them.

You fall asleep face down during massages. Sevika kisses the back of your neck, adjusts your pillow, and keeps rubbing your back until you start snoring.

Your naps are sacred to her. She rearranges her schedule so she can hold you when you need rest.

If anyone jokes about how much you sleep, she’ll glare at them. “She works hard. Let her rest.”

When you fall asleep in the bath, Sevika gently scoops you out, dries you off, and tucks you in like you’re made of porcelain.

She loves coming home to find you curled up on the couch, book forgotten in your lap. It makes her chest ache—in a good way.

She memorized your sleep patterns. She knows when you’re dreaming, when you're restless, and how to soothe you without waking you.

You always fall asleep first, but wake up with Sevika already watching you. She greets you with, “Hey, sleeping beauty,” and kisses your temple.

When she’s away on business, she knows you have trouble sleeping. So she adopted a fluffy pet for you. It's not the same as her cuddling you, but it works.

No matter how many years pass, she never gets tired of watching you sleep.

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[velvetsserenity]

Bite Down

alpha!sevika x omega!reader

word count: 2.8K

content warnings: nsfw, explicit sexual content, alpha omega dynamics, power imbalance, heat-driven behavior, aggressive dominance, biting/marking, non-consensual undertones, mild pain, reader restrained and overpowered, knotting, breeding implications

She’s going feral.

Sweat glistens along her throat, veins bulging, arms straining hard enough against the reinforced restraints that the cuffs grind against the metal chair legs with a low screech. Every breath she takes is a guttural growl, like it hurts to inhale without you in her mouth. Her eyes are bloodshot, unfocused, locked on you like she’s going to eat you alive.

You lean against the wall.

Remote in hand. Thumb poised above the trigger.

“You’re not thinking straight,” you say, trying to keep your voice even despite the way your knees want to buckle. “It’s the heat. It’s making you insane.”

She snarls, teeth bared, jaw flexing like it’s fighting the muzzle that’s not even there. “I’m not fucking insane.”

Her thighs spread wider. Her hips roll against nothing. Her voice drops to a snarl. “I can smell you. I know you want it.”

You don’t deny it. Can’t. The air is thick with her scent, dark, musky, blistering with pheromones that make your brain want to shut off and your body want to give in. But you won’t.

“Sevika. Listen to me.” You push off the wall, take a step closer. Her breath hitches, nostrils flaring. “You almost mauled me this morning. You don’t even remember it, do you?”

She doesn’t answer.

Her eyes drop, stare at your thighs.

Then her body jerks forward, houlders straining, cords of muscle flexing as she lunges.

“Sevika, don’t—”

Too late.

You hit the button.

The collar lights up electric blue. It hits her like lightning, sparks cracking across her neck, the scent gland flaring red as her body seizes. She screams, an animal sound, low and pained, and slams back into the chair, the restraints yanking tight with a violent snap.

When it ends, her head droops forward. Shoulders shaking. Breath rasping hard through clenched teeth.

You step back to the wall. Let the silence settle.

“I told you,” you say softly. “You’re not in control.”

She doesn’t lift her head. Just spits blood onto the floor.

Then—quietly—she chuckles.

“You think that’s gonna stop me?” she rasps. “Keep playing with that button, sweetheart. I’m not done yet.”

The static hasn’t even cleared from the first shock before she twitches again,like her body doesn’t care it’s just been punished.

She growls, voice cracking. “You smell like you’re ready. You want this just as bad as I do, don’t lie….don’t fucking lie to me!”

Her muscles coil. Her wrists twist in the cuffs so hard they creak. The chair groans beneath her weight.

Then she lunges again.

You don’t flinch.

You press the button.

BZZZZT.

The collar lights up again, violent and cruel, a hungry electric hum snapping through the air as Sevika seizes up mid-lunge. Her back arches like she’s about to snap her own spine, and she lets out a strangled roar as her body locks down and slams hard into the chair again. Sweat flies off her jaw as she shakes, teeth gritted so tight they might crack.

When it stops, she collapses forward in the chair, arms trembling, hair clinging to her slick forehead.

And then—she laughs.

A low, broken, deranged sound.

“You think you can train me?” she huffs, voice ragged. “That little toy’s the only thing keeping me from fucking your guts full of my knot until you scream my name like it’s a goddamn prayer.”

You say nothing.

You just let her talk.

“I’ll bite you,” she says, more desperate now. “I’ll mark you so deep they’ll smell me on you for weeks. You want that? You want to be mine?”

She tries to shift her hips. The restraints don’t let her. The chair holds.

But the way her eyes glint when she hears her own cuffs creak, it’s almost euphoric.

“I’ll tear your fucking clothes off,” she moans, rolling her head against the backrest. “I’ll split you open and knot you so good you’ll forget your own damn name.”

You lift the remote.

Her eyes widen.

“No—no—fuck—please—”

BZZZZT.

She screams through her teeth, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes, not from the pain, but from being denied again. She bites her lip until blood stains her mouth. Her whole body spasms in the chair, knees twitching, thighs drenched.

When the buzzing fades this time, she doesn’t speak.

She sobs.

Low, hoarse, furious.

She hangs limp in the chair, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven gasps. The collar’s still sparking faintly—tiny pulses of leftover current twitching across her flushed throat. Her mouth is wet with spit and blood. Her pants are soaked.

You think maybe she’s done.

You think maybe she’s finally broken.

And then—

SNAP.

One of the chair legs screeches sideways with a bang.

You freeze.

She moves again.

Another jolt of violent strength, and this time the cuff on her right wrist shreds clean through the leather with a sharp crack. Metal groans. The entire chair shifts with her weight.

You step back.

“Sevika,” you warn, voice razor-thin.

She lifts her head.

Hair stuck to her face. A snarl behind her teeth.

Her left arm breaks free next.

She doesn’t hesitate.

She lunges to her feet, dragging the chair’s frame still shackled to her ankles. She stumbles, roars and charges.

You press the button.

BZZZZT.

It lights her up, but she doesn’t go down. She keeps coming, mouth open in a savage moan, eyes rolling back even as her muscles spasm and her knees buckle. She crashes against the wall just inches from you, her body jerking violently from the voltage, but she slams her hand out, knocks the remote from your grip, sending it clattering across the floor.

The collar finally shorts.

Smoke rises from the edge of the device, and the light dies with a pitiful fizzle.

She looks down at you. Panting. Grinning.

“Oops,” she growls.

You try to bolt.

But her arms cage you in, one braced above your head, the other grabbing your wrist hard enough to bruise. She pins you against the wall with her hips,hot, throbbing, soaked through the fabric grinding into you like a promise.

You fight.

Push at her chest, twist in her grip, but it only makes her growl, low and mean, like your struggling’s just foreplay.

“You shocked me,” she pants against your skin, teeth grazing your jaw. “Over and over. And now you’re gonna fucking pay.”

Her hand slips between your thighs and cups you over your soaked panties, pressing into the heat of your omega core like it belongs to her. You cry out, hips jolting but her thigh is already wedged between yours, keeping you open, caging you in.

She grins when she feels the wetness. “Knew it. You’re just as ruined as I am.”

“Sevika—” You try to speak, but she doesn’t care.

She bites down on the side of your neck, hard. You yelp, writhing as she suckles the skin between her teeth, leaving a brutal, red mark. Not a mating bite. Not yet. Just a warning. A stamp.

Her hands tear your clothes apart like paper. Shirt ripped open, bra yanked down, panties dragged roughly to your knees. You’re gasping, shivering under her weight, skin flushed and raw, scent slick and begging and she devours it.

“Gonna fuck you so full of me,” she snarls, pressing her nose to your chest, your belly, your thighs. “You’re gonna forget every command you ever gave.”

Her fingers dive between your folds and find you soaked,pulsing, dripping, ready. She groans, thrusts two in without warning, and your back arches hard off the wall. The stretch is sudden, brutal, perfect.

“That’s it,” she breathes, pumping them deeper, watching your mouth fall open. “That’s my girl.”

You try to speak, tell her to slow down, to wait but you can’t. Your body betrays you, hips grinding against her palm, core clenching so tight it makes her hiss through her teeth.

“You’ve been teasing me for hours. Days.” Her fingers speed up, thumb circling your clit like she’s hunting a reaction and she gets one. Your legs twitch. Your moans get louder. “How many times you press that button? Huh? You liked seeing me beg, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, but she only laughs rough, breathless, and hungry.

“No? Then why are you this wet?”

She pulls her fingers out. You whimper.

She licks them clean.

And growls.

“You taste like heat. Like mine.”

Her boxers are off in seconds, exposing her strap she’s been wearing all day. From this morning when she planned to take you, but got interrupted by your own plans. It brushes your slick folds and you sob, biting down on your own lip as your omega instincts scream yes—yes—yes.

Sevika grins like she feels it in your scent. “There she is.”

Then she thrusts in.

All at once.

You cry out, half pain, half desperate, shattering relief, as she fills you completely, barely giving your body time to adjust. The stretch is brutal, the pressure dizzying. She grabs your thighs, lifts you higher, lets your back press against the wall as she holds you open and starts to move.

Hard. Fast. Punishing.

“You wanted this,” she grunts, slamming into you over and over. “You fucking wanted this.”

Your body gives up. Folds under her. Fists tangled in her hair, breath coming in ragged moans as she drives into you like a hammer, her knot already swelling, threatening to lock.

Her teeth are at your neck again.

Not teasing this time.

“I’m gonna mark you,” she growls. “Gonna take you.”

You gasp—“No—don’t—wait—”

But she’s past the point of listening.

She sinks her teeth into the crook of your neck, a deep, savage bite, and your body explodes.

You come so hard it rips through you like lightning. Your vision whites out. Your walls clamp around her strap, milking her, and she growls against your skin as she gives in, thrusts deep, deeper, and imagines locking inside you, her knot swelling and snapping into place.

She pulses.

She wishes she could actually fill you.

Hot, endless streams of her release would coat your insides, her hips jerking against yours, the mark on your neck still bleeding when she finally pulls back and pants against your ear.

“Mine.”

You’re still trembling.

Still trying to breathe.

Still completely, helplessly tied to her.

And Sevika?

She’s smiling now.

A wicked, blood-stained grin.

“Next time you collar me,” she murmurs, nuzzling your jaw, “you better hope I don’t break it sooner.”

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[sadiesdoll]

sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ | 2 |

drunk!sevika x reader. | sevika is cumming inside of you !! (mdni ♡) sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ (1)

contains: breeding kink, forced drooling, spit play, praise kink, body praise, worship kink, clit play, daddy kink (im sorry.), size kink, finger sucking, hair pulling, strength kink, magic dick growing potion thingy, possessive language, mirror sex, alcohol use (both parties intoxicated but consenting), backshots, thigh riding & aftercare ♡

a/n: the content warnings are scaring me omg I promise it’s not that hardcore.. more desperate!sevika for yew guys cus ily ♡

Enjoy ♡

Jinx blinks. Just once. Then again.

“..You good?"

Sevika looks like sin incarnate—glassy red eyes, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, arms caged tight around your waist like she'll die if she lets go. You're straddling her, panting, flushed, and trembling.

You don't even speak. You just nod, slow and stiff.

Jinx stares for a second longer. Then, as if her brain suddenly boots back up, she gags. "NOPE—NO, actually—you two are sick—freaks—I'm leaving."

The door slams shut before you can even say anything.

Silence.

Then Sevika exhales through her nose, a deep, strangled sound—half-laugh, half-panic.

"She saw," she slurs.

"She's gone," you whisper, still seated on her lap, still catching your breath.

You lean in, nose brushing hers.

"Breathe, baby. You're okay."

Sevika doesn't answer. She trembles.

You can feel her hands still gripping your hips like a lifeline.

Her eyes flicker open. They're darker than before. Wrecked.

"I'm not," she mumbles. "I'm fucking not. You don't get it—You don't—"

"Shhh..." you coo. You kiss the corner of her mouth. "What's goin' on in that crazy brain, huh?"

She huffs. "I can't stop. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. Fuck—look at you—sitting on me like that—grinding like that—your fuckin' body—your smell—your heat—your thighs, fuck-"

Your brows lift in faux-innocence. "You wanna get me pregnant, huh?"

She freezes.

You shift your hips just a little, grinding down soft and slow.

Her head drops back against the floor, a rasp torn from her throat.

You smile, mean and sweet. "You wanna cum so bad inside me, don't you?"

"Keep doing that," she begs, voice raw.

"Say that shit. Say it again." You roll your hips harder, taking your time. Her hands slide to your ass, squeezing so hard it burns.

"Want me like this?" you purr. "You want me slow, needy, makin' a mess on your lap while you try to hold it all in for me?"

"Fuck," she groans. "Don't stop—don't you dare stop—“

The moment stretches. Gets heavier. Wetter. The wet spot between your thighs grows, soaking through your shorts and onto her jeans, darkening the denim right where her cock would be. You know she feels it. Her body shudders.

Sevika lifts her head. Looks down. Sees it.

And her entire soul exits her body.

"Oh my God," she whispers. Like she's seen an angel. "You're soaked."

You smile slow. "I know.”

"I didn't even touch you yet," she says in awe. "Didn't even—fuck—what the fuck."

Her hand slides between your bodies, cupping you right over the wet patch.

You whimper, and she moans right with you, palm flexing.

"You're like—dripping." She's talking to herself now. "Just from grinding. That's—fuck, baby."

You lean down, breath warm against her ear. "You're lucky I love you like this."

Then she snaps.

She grabs your thighs, stands up with you still straddling her, and walks straight to the bedroom, jaw clenched like a man on a mission.

You yelp. "Baby—!"

She throws you onto the bed—soft but heavy, just enough to knock the air from your lungs.

Then she rushes to the dresser and pulls out a little vial of glowing, dark-blue liquid.

You stare. "What is that..?"

Sevika hesitates. Her fingers are trembling.

"It's a potion," she mutters. "Magic. I—I got it from this guy. At that fucked up bar in Stillwater."

You blink. "Okaaaay... what does it do?"

She swallows hard. "It gives me a cock.

A real one. For an hour."

Your stomach drops. "Wait—what?"

"I've been keeping it," she says, voice low, raw with shame. "For months. I didn't know if you'd want it—if you'd hate it—I didn't wanna scare you. But I can't—fuck—baby, I need you. I can't pretend anymore."

You sit up slowly, eyes softening. "You kept that from me?"

"I'm sorry," she chokes. "I was scared. I didn't want you to think I was fucked in the head. I just—please tell me you're not mad. Please—please tell me you still want this."

You crawl to the edge of the bed, cup her face, and whisper, "I-I want you in every way you want me.”

And that's when she loses her mind— 

Her eyes—fucking blown, wild, locked on you like a starving animal—flicker to your face as if asking one last time. One last chance to back out. One last breath before drowning.

You nod, panting. “It’s okay.”

And you just whisper, "Do it, Sev."

Your lips just barely touch hers when Sevika grabs your hips and rolls you underneath her.

"Lay back," she growls. Her voice is wrecked. "Show me."

You obey instantly, falling onto your back, thighs already spread for her.

Sevika crawls over you, hovering—one knee between your legs, one hand braced beside your head, the other still clutching that glowing blue vial like her life depends on it.

"You sure?" she breathes.

"Sevika," you whisper, trembling,

"Drink it."

She pops the cork with her teeth and downs it in one gulp.

The change is instant. Her whole body jolts, muscles tightening beneath her skin. She groans through gritted teeth, grabbing at the bedframe like she's grounding herself. Then her eyes snap open, bloodshot and wide.

And you feel it. A hot, pulsing pressure growing between her legs. She shudders, staring down at you like she's about to lose her mind.

"I can feel it," she pants. "Fuck—I can feel you already-"

You whimper. "C'mere, baby. Let me see."

She leans back, undoes her belt with shaking hands, and drags her jeans down her hips. You blink—

And your whole body goes stiff.

Thick. Heavy. Veiny. Leaking.

"Oh…. my God."

Sevika's face is pure, desperate hunger.

"You still want this, right?"

Your legs fall open wider. "I need it."

She moans like she's already inside you.

"Fuck, fuck—Baby, look at you—“

Her hands roam like she doesn't know where to touch first. She palms your tits, mouth crashing down to suck and bite at your nipples until you're whining and arching under her. One hand moves lower, sliding between your legs, feeling how wet you are—

"Shit," she pants. "You're dripping. You're gonna take all of it, yeah?"

You nod frantically. "Yes, baby—I promise. Just fuck me—please—“

"No," she whispers. "Not like this."

She grabs you and manhandles your body off the bed, dragging you toward the giant floor mirror mounted to the wall. She kneels behind you, legs spread, guiding your ass down onto her lap.

"Want you to watch," she growls, licking a stripe up your neck. "Want you to see yourself cum all over me."

You moan as her tip nudges your cunt.

She holds you tight. "You ready, angel?"

You whimper. "Fuck me, Daddy—please—“

Sevika freezes. Her breath catches. Her arms flex around you like she might break in half.

“...Say that again."

You smirk, eyes hazy. "Please, Daddy. I want it so bad—I wanna feel all of you—“

She slams up into you in one deep, brutal thrust.

You scream.

Her hand clamps over your mouth, muffling the cry as her cock slams to the hilt. Your eyes roll back. Your stomach bulges—visibly. Sevika sees it in the mirror, sees the thick outline of her dick pressing up through your gut— and she fucking collapses.

She bends low, breath hitching, kissing a trail down your trembling torso while she moans against your skin.

“Look," she breathes, mouth still on your throat, voice muffled and shaky. Her hand grabs your jaw, turns you to the mirror. 

"Look what I'm doing to you," she slurs against your skin, still kissing between the words like she can't help herself.

"Mmm—Too big—“ you whimper.

"You're taking it," she growls. "You're fuckin' made for it—"

Her free hand slides down your body, rubbing messy, wet circles over your clit. You gasp, thighs twitching.

"Mmngh! Sev—!”

"Such a good fuckin' girl," she slurs. "So pretty—so full—Daddy's got you, yeah?"

You nod frantically, tears running down your face. "I'm yours—fuck—I'm yours-“

She grabs your chin and shoves two fingers into your mouth. "Suck."

You moan and obey, drool spilling out, running down your chin and soaking her whole hand. Sevika groans, fucking up into you harder, faster, letting your spit coat her fingers before pulling them out and shoving them between your legs, rubbing your clit with your own spit.

“Ohhh—fuck—Fuckfuckfuck—“

"Like that? Like when I force you to drool all over me?" she growls. "So messy—so fuckin' wet—You're dripping all over my fingers—“

You try to respond, but all that comes out is a garbled moan. Sevika leans in and bites your shoulder, hard, as her hips snap up again.

"Beg," she pants. "Say it. Say ‘Please, Daddy.'"

"Please, Daddy," you sob. "Please please please—don't stop—I need it—"

Her pace gets brutal.

Every thrust hits deep, hitting the same spot over and over until your whole body's shaking, your gut visibly bulging with every slam.

"Feel that?" she hisses. "That's how deep I am. Nobody else'll ever get this far, baby—nobody."

Your legs buckle. She holds you up.

You clench around her, so close it hurts.

"Holy shit—I-I'm gonna cum—“

"No," she growls, and suddenly pulls out—

You squeal.

"Fuck—!"

"Face down. Ass up. Now."

“Why—“

“Do it.”

You scramble to obey, legs shaking, falling into position on the bed. Sevika climbs behind you, grabs your hair, and yanks.

"Good girl," she pants. "So fuckin' obedient for me."

She slides in again—deeper than before. You scream into the pillows.

Sevika watches your body in the mirror, sees you arching back into her, taking every inch like you were made for it.

"Say it again," she begs. "Say 'Daddy."

Tears run down your face. "Daddy—Daddy please—don't stop—“

She whimpers, "Fuck—I love it when you call me that, princess."

She leans over you, chest to your back, hand sneaking under to rub your clit again.

"You're gonna cum for me," she whispers. "Gonna milk me for everything l've got. Gonna take it like a good little cumslut. You want me to breed you, baby?"

You nod, sobbing. 

"F—Fuck," she gasps, voice cracking.

"Baby—I'm close—shit—gonna cum-"

You twist around to look at her, barely able to breathe. "Y-you're gonna cum?" you whisper, clenching around her on purpose. "You gonna fill me up, Sev?"

She groans, nearly folding over you, arms trembling. "Fuck—fuck—don't say that—"

"Why not?" you whisper, teasing, lips brushing her jaw. "Don't I feel so good around you? Y—Fuck—You like how I squeeze you, baby?"

"So fucking good," she chokes out, rolling her hips deeper, slower. "You're perfect, shit—l- fuck—I can’t—“

She bites your neck and cums inside you with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as she fills you to the brim. You break with her, crying out as your orgasm hits, walls fluttering around her cock as she throbs inside you.

Your reflection shows it all—your open mouth, your tears, her possessive grip, her whole body trembling against yours.

She stays inside. Doesn't move. Just pants into your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like a cage.

"Fuck," she whispers. "You're mine."

You whimper softly, your body limp in her hold—but Sevika doesn't pull out.

Instead, she presses a slow kiss to the back of your shoulder. Then another, lower. Her mouth trails down, lazy and warm, brushing over your spine. 

You twitch, breath catching when her lips dip lower, lower, until she's kissing the curve of your lower back.

She groans quietly, hands gripping your hips—then sliding down to squeeze your ass, possessive and worshipful.

"Fuck," she mutters against your skin, voice raspy, almost delirious. "Look at you... look at this perfect fuckin' body..."

You whine, cheek smushed against the pillow. "Sev..."

But she's not done. She climbs back up, her front still flush to your back, cock still inside you, thick and twitching. She presses soft, open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, down your neck, her breath hot and uneven.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she slurs, like she's drunk on you. "Your little sounds, your body—mine, all mine—I'm so fucking lucky..."

You moan softly, overwhelmed, gasping when her hips roll again—slowly, deeply, dragging her still-hard cock along your overstimulated walls.

"Fuck—Sev..." you whimper, thighs shaking, "s-still?"

"Mmhm," she hums into your ear, voice thick with need. "Still hard, baby. You feel too good. Gotta ride it out..."

She thrusts again, slow and deep and praising, her grip firm on your hips. You try to keep up, try to arch your back again for her, but your arms shake and your body sags.

You let out a broken little cry, muffled into the sheets. "I'm tired... it's too much f'me..."

Sevika's hands slide up your sides, holding you gently but firmly. Her lips graze your ear again.

"Mmno," she murmurs. "Don't do that, baby. Don't go soft on me now."

You whimper again, already crying. "C-can't..."

"Yes, you can," she whispers, voice tender but commanding. "Just a little more, princess. C'mon, arch that pretty back for me. Be good for Daddy..."

She kisses your temple, then nips your earlobe as her hips start rocking again—slow, deliberate, drawing out every second of the overstimulation like she's savoring your cries.

"You were made for this," she breathes.

"Made for me."

Your voice is broken, whimpery, barely a whisper: "You feel so good inside me..."

Sevika stills, chest heaving against your back. "Yeah?" she breathes, low and rough, almost like it hurts to speak.

You nod fast, breath catching. "I love it. I love your dick so much, Sev—I love the way it makes me feel so full—safe.. nobody has ever made me feel like this before.”

She groans.

“And nobody ever will.” She grits out. “Love splitting you open like this.. and actually feeling it—feeling you.”

You whisper, trembling, “You fit so perfect, Sev..”

”I know, angel.” She whispers so softly you barely heard it.

"Still leaking out of you..." she mumbles, voice raspy, thick with awe. "Fuck. Look at that. You're dripping, baby."

Her thumbs spread you just to see it-her cum sliding out of your swollen pussy in slow, messy rivulets. Her cock still buried deep, keeping it inside like a plug. She watches it for a second. Then thrusts again.

Slow. Deep. Possessive.

She plants more kisses down your neck, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y’know that?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You're barely coherent by the time she slows down. Just soft, choked whimpers escaping your lips, face flushed and wet with tears, body twitching under hers.

Sevika finally exhales shakily into your neck, body trembling. "Holy fuck..."

She pulls out slowly, and you gasp—your whole body shudders at the stretch and the heat that spills out of you, dripping messily down your thighs.

You blink blearily at the mirror, eyes wide as you glance down between your legs.

"Jesus….." you croak. "I didn't know it was that big."

Sevika lets out a breathless laugh against your back, still catching her breath. "Didn't feel that big when I was stuffing you full like a good girl?"

You shove her arm weakly with a whine, collapsing fully onto the mattress.

She sinks down beside you, both of you half-naked, sweaty, and shaking. Her hand finds your waist. She's quiet for a second, pressing gentle kisses into your shoulder.

You can feel her heartbeat pounding against your back.

"..you okay?" she mumbles, almost shyly.

You nod into the sheets. "Mhm. Just... full. Fucked out. Pretty sure my soul left my body."

She lets out a low chuckle, nose brushing your cheek. "Good."

You snort. "Good?"

"Yeah," she says quietly, possessively.

"I want you ruined. Want you walkin'around tomorrow knowing nobody's ever gonna touch you like this."

"Jesus," you whisper, laughing breathlessly. "You're crazy."

"For you?" she hums. "Every fucking time."

Your chest tightens at that. You roll slightly to face her, and she pulls you close without hesitation, burying her face in your neck.

"You're so pretty when you cry," she mumbles against your skin. "So fuckin' soft. My favorite girl."

You blush, heart melting. "You're gonna make me cry again..."

She just kisses your jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Then suddenly, she sits up and scoops you into her arms like you weigh nothing.

"Sev!" you squeal, clinging to her neck.

"What?"

"Nothing.. you're just really strong..." you mumble against her collarbone.

She smirks, carrying you toward the bathroom. "Yeah? You like that?"

"Mhm..." you whimper. "My strong girl..."

"Damn right," she grunts, nudging the door open with her foot. "Strong enough to keep you like this forever."

You shiver. "Forever?"

She kisses your forehead. "‘M not going anywhere."

this is so lazy and i hate it but u guys asked for p2 so ofc i had to give it to you ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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[thehoneybeestings]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Synopsis: The last time you slept together, you asked Sevika for more than she had equipped; she makes sure she's prepared for the next time 'round.

Word Count: 647 Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, strap (r receiving), top! sev, bottom! reader, softdom! sev, reader has female anatomy, i must be ovulating A/N: Honestly, this did not turn out as nasty as I thought it would… anyway, first smut! Woohoo! I'm currently working on a dancer! vi au headcanon (enemies to lovers too how juicyyy), but I had this idea pop into my head today and thought I'd write a little drabble about it for y'all to have in the meantime; so here ya go, and I hope you enjoy! 

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin as you stare slack-jawed at the silicone in front of you

୨ৎ Dark purple (her favorite color, you’ve noticed), eight inches long, and two inches wide

୨ৎ Your eyes slowly trail up to meet her own, eyebrows raised

୨ৎ “Sevika,” you begin with a breathy chuckle, “I… I don’t know if I can.”

୨ৎ She quirks a brow at you

୨ৎ “You took all of me last time and then asked for more; you can take it.”

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s got you coming undone below her; flesh hand on your hip, and the other guiding the first inch of the purple toy into you

୨ৎ You don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know you’re a handful of hickeys and orgasms in; and still, here you are, clawing at her arms, begging for something (you’re not even sure what)

୨ৎ “I hear you baby,” Sevika would soothe, kneading your hip, “I’m right here; doing so good f’ me."

୨ৎ She’s in a trance, watching the toy sink into you inch by delicious inch

୨ৎ Until, you suddenly reach out in between your spread legs, placing a hand on her stomach

୨ৎ “Fuck, it’s too much,” you’d pant, “Shit, Sev, ‘s too big…”

୨ৎ She cocks her head to the side with a lazy smirk

୨ৎ “Yeah?” she’d tease, “Can you take this much for now, baby? Can you do that for me?” 

୨ৎ “Yeah,” you’d say weakly, too full of her to muster anything else

୨ৎ “Atta girl.”

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s fucking you into the mattress, flesh hand pressing into your lower back, mech hand gathering your hair into her fist

୨ৎ You’re drunk off of the fullness

୨ৎ The stretch of your walls around the silicone, the kiss it just barely plants on your cervix with every thrust; you need more, more, 

୨ৎ “More?”

୨ৎ You hadn’t realized you’d been doing your pleading out loud

୨ৎ “Yes, fuck yes, please, please, please…”

୨ৎ She’d let your hair loose, placing her mech hand parallel to the other and pulling you back up onto your knees by your hips

୨ৎ You’d attempt to push yourself back onto the toy, and she’d land a quick slap on the swell of your ass, ordering you to “Slow down.”

୨ৎ The last thing Sevika wanted was for you to get hurt (which is why she refused to be any rougher with you in bed than she already was, despite your reassurance that you could handle it), so she’d be slow to push into you

୨ৎ The sound that leaves your body when you feel Sevika come to a hilt inside you is guttural

୨ৎ Your arch deepens as your arms reach out to grab at the rungs of the headboard in front of you, knuckles turning white

୨ৎ The cool metal of Sevika’s hand trails up from your hip, to your back, to your forearm, and eventually, just above your own hand so that she can grab hold of the headboard herself

୨ৎ Her breathing is heavy, her body trapping yours, and you can tell she’s coming undone, so you reach over your shoulder to interlock your fingers with her flesh ones (whenever Sevika begins to fall apart, she needs the contact)

୨ৎ “Fuck, Y/n,” a kiss on your shoulder, “Okay for me to me move?” 

୨ৎ You nod frantically, brows knit together in pleasure, but that isn’t enough for her

୨ৎ “Words, love; I need words.” 

୨ৎ "Yes! Fuck, Sevika, please fuck me!”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s slow to pull the silicone out of you so she doesn't jar you, and quick to take the harness off so she can hold you

୨ৎ Your breath is still coming out in pants as she strokes your back and peppers kisses on your forehead, your temples, your cheeks

୨ৎ “You okay?” She’d ask

୨ৎ “Mhm,” you’d nod into her chest

୨ৎ “You need anything?”

୨ৎ “Mm-mm.”

୨ৎ “Can I clean you up?”

୨ৎ “No,” you’d mumble, “more cuddles for now.” 

୨ৎ And she’d chuckle, pulling you closer

୨ৎ “ ‘S always more with you…”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[misaerabl]

Uncharted Territory

Older Sevika (you meet her at a club) CONTENT: wc...2k ✦ older sevika (she's twice your age), you meet at a club, drinking/slightly intoxicated, strap riding, degrading nicknames, one night stand (?), modern setting, smut with plot SUMMARY: After a night out at a club, you find yourself alone, drinking, when a confident, older woman approaches. She’s intriguing, magnetic, and before you know it, you’re at her penthouse. What started as a simple encounter soon leaves you questioning how you ended up here—and why you’re not ready to leave.

The music thumps through the floor, bass vibrating up through your legs as you sit alone at the bar, a drink in hand. You’ve lost track of your friends—though, to be fair, it didn’t take long in a place this packed. A part of you thought about leaving, but the idea of going home to the same quiet routine felt unbearable. So here you are, sipping something bitter and fizzy, just trying to let go of the stress that's been clinging to you for weeks.

"Mind if I join you?"

The voice cuts through the haze of the music, low and smooth, laced with confidence. You glance over your shoulder and do a double take. She’s stunning—tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline that could probably cut glass. Her dark hair is cropped close, her suit tailored to perfection, and when she shifts, you catch a glimpse of a sleek prosthetic arm, gleaming under the club's neon lights.

You smirk despite yourself. “Depends. Are you buying?”

She lets out a soft laugh, the sound deep and warm. "Of course. What’s your poison?”

You glance at your nearly-empty glass, then shrug. “Surprise me.”

She signals the bartender, who nods like they know her, and you realize immediately that she’s a regular. Not just that, but someone important. It’s not just her appearance that screams money; it’s the way she carries herself, the ease with which she owns the space around her. The bartender sets down two crystal tumblers, something amber and expensive-looking swirling inside.

“Here,” she says, sliding one toward you. “Cheers to... being alone in a crowd.”

You clink glasses and take a sip. It’s smooth, smoky, and undeniably the best thing you’ve tasted all night. “Not bad,” you say, licking your lips. “I could get used to this.”

Her gaze lingers on you, an amused smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I like your style. You’ve got guts.”

“You don’t even know me,” you tease, leaning in slightly.

“Not yet.” Her eyes glint, and you can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or her sheer presence that’s making your head spin. “How old are you, anyway?”

The question catches you off guard, but you answer honestly. Her eyebrows lift slightly, and she lets out a low chuckle. “Well, this just got interesting. I’m old enough to be your... well, let’s just say twice your age.”

You shrug, smirking. “So? I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Her laughter rumbles over the music, and she shakes her head. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

You lean closer, your confidence bolstered by the drink and her attention. “Maybe. You like trouble?”

She raises her glass, tilting her head to study you. “You have no idea.”

Her words hang in the air, a challenge you’re more than willing to meet. The drink is warming you from the inside, but it’s her gaze, steady and unflinching, that’s really setting you on fire. You swirl the amber liquid in your glass, leaning in closer so she can hear you over the music.

“Maybe I’d like to find out,” you say, letting the words linger, daring her to respond.

She arches an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile. “Careful,” she murmurs, her voice low and intimate. “You might bite off more than you can chew.”

You laugh softly, leaning your elbow on the bar, angling yourself toward her. “Maybe I’m hungry.”

Her gaze drops to your mouth for a split second, but you catch it, and the heat in your cheeks spreads through the rest of your body. She leans closer, the space between you shrinking, her scent—something smoky and clean—pulling you in.

“You don’t scare easily, do you?” she asks, her tone teasing but her eyes searching yours.

“Should I be scared?” you counter, matching her energy, holding her gaze like it’s a game you’re determined to win.

She chuckles, and it’s the kind of laugh that makes you shiver—deep, rich, and full of something dangerous. “Depends. I don’t exactly come with a warning label, but maybe I should.”

You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at her playfully. “Sounds like you’ve got a story or two.”

“More than a few,” she admits, leaning back slightly, her prosthetic arm resting on the bar. The metal catches the light, sharp and sleek, like her. “But I’d rather hear yours.”

You take another sip of your drink, letting it bolster your courage. “You first. You look like someone who could write a novel just from the way you walked in here.”

She smirks, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. “Flattery won’t get you far,” she teases, but the sparkle in her eye tells you it already has. “But for you, I might make an exception.”

You grin, emboldened by her reaction. “Is that so? Guess I’d better make it worth your while, then.”

Her expression shifts slightly, her smile deepening, her eyes darker now. She leans in, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. “You’ve got a lot of confidence for someone so young. What makes you think you can keep up?”

Your breath catches, but you don’t falter. You meet her gaze head-on, the challenge sparking something reckless inside you. “Why don’t we find out?”

For a moment, she just watches you, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she sets her glass down, her hand brushing yours as she does. The touch is deliberate, lingering, and it sends a jolt through you.

“You’re bold,” she says softly, her voice a mix of amusement and something heavier, something that makes your pulse race. “I like that.”

“Good,” you reply, barely above a whisper, leaning closer still. “Because I’m not done yet.”

Her smile widens, and the look she gives you is nothing short of predatory. “Neither am I.”

The apartment is immaculate, all sleek lines and modern finishes, with a view that stretches for miles, the city glowing beneath you like a bed of stars. The air here is different—cool, but heavy with something you can’t quite place. You take a deep breath, feeling a bit out of place. This isn’t you. You don’t usually go to clubs, let alone lose your friends in the crowd. And you definitely don’t end up in some stranger’s penthouse, especially not someone who’s twice your age.

But here you are, sitting on a plush couch. She’s standing near the bar now, looking at you with that same confident, almost teasing smile, as if this is exactly how the night was supposed to go.

“Water,” she says casually, her voice smooth and almost too calm, like she’s read you perfectly. "You need it more than I do."

You chuckle, your fingers gripping the glass tighter than necessary as you take a sip, the cool liquid easing the dryness in your throat. You’re still processing—still trying to make sense of the fact that you’re here, with her. The older woman who seems to have effortlessly drawn you into her orbit. You’ve never been this spontaneous, never allowed yourself to follow a stranger back to their place.

"Not sure why I'm here, actually," you admit, meeting her gaze. "This isn't exactly my usual scene." The words come out sounding more uncertain than you intend, but the sharp, quiet energy she exudes makes it hard to feel anything other than... intrigued.

She steps closer, her eyes never leaving yours. “Then why’d you come?” Her voice drops just a fraction, like she’s trying to peel back whatever resistance you’re holding on to.

You hesitate, leaning back into the couch, your thoughts tangled. "I guess I just... wanted to see where this would go." You can’t exactly explain why you decided to leave your friends behind and come here with her, but there’s something magnetic about her, something that pulls you in even as you’re questioning your own decisions.

Her lips curl up into a knowing smile, the kind that suggests she already has all the answers. “Bold,” she murmurs, taking a seat beside you. Her proximity is warm, comfortable—too comfortable, and yet, you don’t move away. “I like that. You usually make decisions like this?”

You meet her gaze, the weight of her presence pressing down on you, and your chest tightens. “Not really. Guess I’m a little out of my element.”

She tilts her head, her eyes tracing over your face. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” There’s a hint of amusement in her voice, but it’s more than that—there’s something in the way she looks at you, like she’s waiting for you to make the next move.

And suddenly, you’re not sure what comes next, but you’re not backing down either. Something about this feels too... captivating.

She gripped your hips firmly, guiding your movements as you rocked together. Your head tilted back, eyes closed in pleasure, letting out loud breathless moans.

"So fucking gorgeous" She whispered, her eyes drinking in the sight of you, savoring every inch of you in it's full glory.

The coldness of her metal arm pressing you down felt oddly intoxicating. You couldn’t explain why, but it was like the perfect balance — the chill against the heat, like liquor to the drug that was Sevika.

Her other hand reached up, cupping your face with a firm yet tender grip, guiding your gaze to meet hers as you moved. "That's it," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Keep showing me that pretty face."

Her grip on your waist tightened, urging you to move faster. Your mind was a haze, emptied of everything except the overwhelming sensation and the way she consumed you entirely.

"You're my pretty whore aren't you, baby?" She purred, her voice dripping with dominance. The sound made a shiver run through you, all you could do was cry out a breathless, trembling "YES!"

You’d lost count of how many times you’d unraveled beneath her touch. Now, your face was buried in the pillow, breaths coming in shallow gasps as you surrendered completely.

She spread your folds with her fingers, licking them before they made contact on hour cunt. That shit sent waves through your body.

How could she make you feel this good? How could one night of indulgence shatter everything you thought you knew about yourself? You were supposed to be disciplined, grounded — yet here you were, in the bed of a woman whose age was closer to your mother’s than your own, surrendering to desires you didn’t even know you had.

She inserts two digits inside you, pumping her fingers fast inside your walls. As you gripped hard on the sheets, and screamed into the pillow, sevika took it as a chance to kiss your still dripping cunt.

The older woman pumped inside you as her tongue pampered your throbbing cunt. You were an absolute fucking mess for her — moaning, trembling, and falling apart completely. Whimpers spilled from your lips as your back arched, your ass higher on the air, every inch of you succumbing to her control.

If it were anyone else, the names she called you would’ve made your skin crawl. The degrading words—slut, whore, plaything—would have sent you running out the door without a second thought. But with Sevika? Somehow, they only made you melt further, igniting a fire within that left you craving more.

Everytime she spoke it's like your pussy got wetter, if that was even physically possible.

"God... harder, please." you pleaded, with desperation. The sound drew a low satisfied chuckle from her. You were so needy for her snd she absolutely loved every second of it.

Of course she obliged — how could she resist? She loved seeing you like this, completely undone beneath her touch, reveling in a way she made you feel so utterly and undeniably good.

A few more slow, deliberate thrusts and flicks of her tongue and fingers, you came again for what felt like the hundredth time that night, your body trembling with each wave of pleasure.

Safe to say, you had the best night of your life.

[littlelovelunette]

Gamble Gone Wrong

Sevika x F!reader

Content warning: NSFW, gambling, rough sex, strap on, butt plug, anal, spanking, degradation, spitting, implication of shower sex, vaginal sex, choking, cnc, eating out

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

“I don't wanna play, Sev,” you had said, “I'm sometimes either too good or too bad. Neither will look good to you.”

“Just give it a go, one time won't hurt,” Sevika had said, smoking her cigarette with a cocky grin.

… That cocky grin was slapped right off her face after you won, ruining her winning streak and practically throwing the pieces of her dignity over her head like confetti.

“It's okay, baby, I don't like poker anyway, hey, hey, it's okay,” you immediately began trying to comfort Sevika who looked a little baffled for a while before she slammed her fist down, grabbing you and sweeping you off your feet.

You giggled as Sevika took you to your shared bedroom, pinning you down to the bed with a grunt.

Sevika pushed you down against the bed, kissing you hard and sloppily. You laughed a little in the kiss, Sevika was mad at you and you were aware of that. Mainly because you beat her in Poker.

You gasped as Sevika grabbed your panties and tore them off, “Those were expensive, y’know?” you mumbled as Sevika made you get onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed.

“I'll get ya’ 10 more,” Sevika answered before delving two fingers into your pussy, drawing out the slick wetness, “You get off by getting me pissed huh?” Sevika slapped your ass leaving a red handprint.

“Mhm, I do, what are you gonna do about it?” you grinned a little, your eyes fixed on the bed sheets as you tried to understand Sevika's actions by the touch only.

Sevika didn't answer you, and then you felt the end of a fairly large butt plug against her asshole, “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “Sev, that's too big.” you managed out, legs trying to close but Sevika held them open with her mech hand.

Sevika laughed, her laugh a mixture of cruelty and dominance as she spat on your genitalia, rubbing the wet saliva over your asshole and pussy before she pushed the buttplug in harshly.

“O-ow…” you bit your bottom lip as you felt the toy invade your insides and stretch you, the burning stretch threatening to swallow you whole.

“You're taking it so well though, such a slut. Don't tell me you've been touching yourself back here,” Sevika taunted.

How did she know…?

“I…- I have,” you mumbled back.

Sevika's eyes widened a little and she sputtered, “Yo, wha-...”

“I have touched myself back there before,” you said a bit more firmly this time. Sevika, although shocked for a bit, quickly regained her composure and slapped your ass, “Dirty little slut, aren't you?”

You moaned at the sensation and trembled a little, feeling Sevika turned you onto her back. Sevika pulled your legs apart, a little smirk appearing on her dark lips.

“You look so sexy from here,” Sevika undressed you and did so herself too before stepping back to put her strap on.

It was purple, dark purple and huge, the veins and ridges, the sheer length of it made your skin crawl with hunger and need. You had to fight the urge to simply moan at the mere thought of feeling that toy stretching out your insides and reaching so deep within your pussy.

You were brought back to reality when Sevika grabbed your breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples, her mech arm provided coldness against your nub and her flesh hand made it feel warm.

“A-ah, daddy…”

Sevika smirked, rubbing the tip of the dildo on your slit.

“Like it, don't you? Of course you do, you're a cute little slut for me. All spread out and needy, look at you dripping all over the sheets,” Sevika taunted, her hands moving to grab your hips tightly, bruises appearing.

“Want daddy to fuck your insides up?” She asked, as she looked at you, you couldn't help but nod helplessly.

“Yes, daddy, give it to me…” you said, that was it.

All restraints broke when Sevika grabbed your thighs, spreading them wider as she slammed in her huge dildo inside your hole, making your wet pussy squelch and tighten further over the intruding object.

“Oh, Sev!—” you moaned but then got cut off when Sevika grabbed your chin, “What did you call me?” her voice was low and simply a growl.

She forced your mouth open, spitting inside before her hands traced down to your neck, choking you as she thrusted at a violent pace making the bed creak in protest. Her thrusts were sloppy and relentless, angered and brutal. Your toes curled at the sensation as you moaned quite loudly. You were sure anyone at a 20 feet proximity knew how hard Sevika was fucking you right now.

You managed to choke out a moan, Sevika's hand still choking you, the pain felt so delicious. Tears appeared in your eyes and Sevika pulled her hand away from your throat, grabbing the underside of your thighs Sevika lifted your legs onto her shoulders.

Sevika managed to reach deeper, slamming the dildo against your g-spot, abusing your hole thoroughly. “My stomach…”

Sevika laughed at your mindless blabbering and looked down at the dildos imprint on your lower abdomen only making her smirk more, her pace heightening.

“I'll ruin your fucking holes. You're mine, got me?”

Your eyes closed tightly as you felt the buttplug starting to slip out of your asshole no matter how much you tried to clench it in.

“Daddy, the plug..” you managed through the violent thrusts

“Hm?”

You whined as she gave particularly harsh thrust making the buttplug slip out of your asshole with an almost comical pop. Sevika looked down and smirked, “Tight ass, huh?”

Sevika pulled the dildo out of your pussy, white residue shining on the purple strap as she, without any warning, thrusted the dildo into your asshole.

“Daddy!” You screamed out. Sevika grabbed both your ankles in one hand, pushing your legs up and folding you easily as she thrusted the strap all the way inside.

Sevika continued pumping the strap with a smirk on her face, she could do this for hours.

“Daddy, please, I can't anymore,” you whimpered, hands clawing at the bedsheets desperately but Sevika didn't cease.

“You can and you will,” Sevika growled, moving faster until you squirted all over her lower abdomen, her bush and abs.

Sevika pulled the dildo out of your now gaping asshole, finger tracing the reddened rim.

“So well, baby,” Sevika said as she pulled your legs down, her head disappearing between your thighs as she delicately licked and sucked your pussy, cleaning you off your own juices.

“Daddy, no… d-d-daddy, I can't…” you sobbed but Sevika didn't let up and continued sucking until you eventually cam again.

Sevika got up after that, smiling a little as she cradled your trembling body, “Did so so good for me,” she kissed your forehead.

“Want a shower?”

“You'll just fuck me in there.”

“You'll like it.”

“Let's go.”

[madewithsilk]

craving some sevika overstim 🤤

Sevika had been holding the vibrator against your clit for a while now and she had paid no mind to your whole body spasming. It was pathetic, the way your legs shaked after each orgasm, your back arching off the mattress and squirming everywhere.

Sevika was considerate when it came down to this, all she did was keep a large hand on your tummy to hold you down. If you didn't want to be fucked like a slut then maybe you shouldn't have acted like one.

Your fifth orgasm was approaching and she could tell by the way your tears increased and babbles got louder. "I– too much, sev' fuck!" She tuts, grinding the vibrator against your aching nub, "Too much? Say thank you, doll, that's all I need from you."

Your cunt was sopping, and you couldn't help but seek more of the vibration. Moaning "Thank you sev', god please please please." as your orgasm fell over you, crashing into you like a large wave.

"Thats it," She cooed, turning the intensity down to bring you back from your high. Your panting got slower, breathing finding an even pattern again. Sevika kissed your neck, awfully comfortingly, you thought it was finally over till the vibrator became louder once again.

"You can take another one, right mama?"

cleaning out my inboxes and everything i didn't see, so sorry this took forever love this was a great idea ! 𝜗𝜚

[abbysdollie]

Scary love. Abby Anderson x sevika x fem!reader

Don’t really like this one </3

!! Contains dark content. Block or scroll if you don’t want to see it !!

!! Minors do not interact !!

Cw: Abuse. Manipulation. Unhealthy dynamics. Reader has a breakdown.

You were in a loving relationship with your two girlfriends. Sevika and Abby, you loved them so much, and so did they. Always making sure you had whatever you needed and wanted, at the end of the day you were just a doll for them.

They do really love you. Sevika slapped you across the face so hard that you started to bleed from your lip all because you spoke back to her, or that one time when you spilled Abby’s water all over her and she decided to force your head under the water, nearly drowning you. It’s all out of love; it’s all normal, right? They always take care of you after, whispering reassuring words in your ear. It’s not abuse, is it?

“You wanna go outside today, doll? Come to the store with us?” Sevika asked, getting up from the couch, you saw her putting her shoes on. Abby joined her shortly after, this had to be a trick, right? No way they’d let you…

“Uh, sure, Vika.” Abby gestures for you to come to them and puts on your shoes, a cute pair of black Mary Janes. After that they drove to the mall, it was definitely packed. You shopped with them. Sevika and Abby picked out way too many clothes for you, it was insane.

They were both observing what you would do too, would you try to escape? Would you stay like a good girl? Ask for help? But so far it was going well. After 3 hours of shopping, you really needed to use the bathroom, Abby and Sevika sat on the benches and waited for you.

Walking in, you use the bathroom, as you’re washing your hands, you hear a familiar voice. Turning around, you see one of your best friends, Amie. When you look at her, you see the look of horror on her face.

“Oh my hun, what happened to you? The bruises?” She reaches out and gives you a hug, maybe then it’s when you realize that it’s not love with Abby and Sevika. Hugging her back as you break down, you tell her almost everything, and she suggests something.

“Why don’t I help you run away. You can change here and leave with me, we’ll go to the police.

Before she could finish what she was going to say, you feel a muscular arm wrap around you. Shit. Abby and Sevika, there goes your escape.

“Ready to leave, babydoll?” Sevika's loud voice snaps you out of it, you let out a quiet “yes” and they give Amie a glare before Sevika speaks to her.

“Ever put that idea in her head again, and we’ll fucking make sure no one ever finds you again.” With that they turn around and leave, you knew you were in huge trouble once you got home. It made you so anxious, putting you completely on edge. They get you into the car, it’s dead silent on the way back home. As the house comes into view, you start shaking and crying.

Usually Sevika or Abby comes over and helps you out of the car, but this time they don’t? They get out of the car, grab the bags, and head inside. You get yourself out and head inside, you’re sure they’re gonna punish you any moment. So you wait 10 minutes, 30 minutes, 2 hours later. The punishment never comes, but what does come is that Sevika and Abby are completely ignoring you.

After dinner, Sevika usually helps you take a bath, she never skips it, but this time she does. Abby picks out your cute little nightgowns, but this time there’s nothing. You finally confront them, both of them in bed.

“Why are you guys ignoring me?!” You damn near yell, they still don’t say anything. Abby is on her laptop finishing up what you assume is her work, Sevika has her reading glasses on and is reading some book. What ticks you off badly is that they talk to one another as if you don’t exist.

“Hello?!! I’m still here, what is wrong with you two?” Out of desperation you take Sevika's book out of her hands, but she just turns off her lamp and takes her glasses off, sleeping. Abby follows shortly after that. You huff loudly and decide to sleep on the couch that night.

Over the next two weeks they ignored you, not talking to you, not acknowledging you. You couldn’t take it any longer, while they were in the kitchen talking, you completely lost it. You grab things that come into your sight in the living room and throw them, you break stuff, you’re screaming, hysterical. You felt as if you were going fucking insane.

Hearing the shattering sounds, they rush in and see you on the floor, a sobbing mess. They decide it’s enough and finally pick you up, crying louder, you cling onto them, never wanting to let go. Pleading and crying, you’re messy right now. Sevika and Abby find it kind of cute to see you like this, distressed because you didn’t get attention.

“Y-you can hit me—hurt me, do whatever you want. Just don’t ignore me, please please. They shush you and take you to the bedroom, where they both cuddle you in bed. Abby finally explains why they did what they did.

“That bitch was telling you that we don’t love you, babydoll. We do love you so much. Can you live without us, baby? Who would feed you or give you nice baths, or who would put up with your disgusting, depraved side?” Grabbing your chin in a death grip, she continues, “No one will, no one but us. When we hurt you, it’s because we love and care for you, we want you to be a perfect doll. You understand, right?”

Too exhausted to fight back or say anything, you just nod your head and cuddle into them more. This is where you belong, safe in their arms like a good little doll.

Tags 🧸: @graciedollie @dollaches @babysfirsthaze @jumiinx @tqlepatia @sharkgirlmultiii @sleeplessbunni @vesperassh @eriiwaii @jhyoos

[r-1-der]

warnings: i love her boobs, banter, a little dirty talk, cum eating, ab riding. might re-visit this later.

you nuzzled your face against her stomach, holding onto her sides, your tongue peeking out to lick over her toned midsection.

her hand found its way to your hair, using it to pull you up, but you swatted her away.

"quit that, let me admire you."

"i dont come to you to be 'admired'." she pulls you harsher, forcing you up. with a huff and a wince you straddle her stomach instead, underwear separating the two of you.

"i dont care what you come to me for," you say placing your hands down on her tits to squeeze them while you lioked down on her. her hair astray, long out of her old weak hairtie, her cheeks healthily flushed, and that dark lipstick smeared across her mouth and jaw.

"fuck... look at you, pretty."

sevika rolled her eyes at the name, not one for sweet-talk, though her warm hand pushed up against your stomach, gliding towards your chest, not an ounce of shame in her as she ogled you.

you smirked to yourself and pushed her hand away, earning yourself a raised eyebrow.

"really?"

"really. no touching."

"why do i bother coming here? remind me."

"your wallet is running dry, thats why. your girls at babettes might be pretty, but so are the pennies theyre worth."

she only closed her eyes as you continued playing with her chest, leaning down to lick and suck across her dark nipples, truly believing you were enjoying the sensation more than she was, even with her breathy sounds.

scratching your nails down her stomach you ground your hips down against her strong abdomen, letting her nipple go, leaving it wet and cold for sevika to, probably, grimace at.

you bit your lip as you looked down at her, even with her endless complaining she did look very content every time she landed herself in your old bed.

"...what are you doing?" she asks with furrowed brows.

"enjoying you," you say, your hips moving back and forth with languid movements over her muscles, sighing as your shoulders slump at the feeling.

"thats enjoyable to you?" she moved her hands again to drag them up your working thighs.

"its hot."

"it is?" they settled onto your hips with her question, her voice low as she spoke. she pushed and pulled against your motions, drawing you down tighter onto her abs, causing your mouth to fall open. "you going to cum like that?"

"mhm... yeah, mh, it was the plan," you say grinding against her stomach, eyes closed in concentration over the new sensation. it was different than her thigh, or her hand, or her face, or most importantly, her pussy. but still her and impossibly good as your hands gripped onto her.

"yeah? take your panties off." sevika tells you, slipping her fingers under the waistband. you didnt even brother to get off her to work them down your legs, the maneuvering was awkward at best, and you pretending you didnt notice it when you kicked her. eagerly you settled down against her again with a moan.

"good girl... so desperate to cum on me," she guided your movements.

"hah.. you want to talk about 'good girl'? always so eager to take my cum. just love to be covered in it, dont you?" you taunted with your ragged voice, it was too easy to get off with this woman, on this woman.

"its charity." a slap landed on your ass where she harshly grabbing it to pull you down harder onto her stupidly sculpted body, her tight stomach.

"oh fuck..."

you tipped your head back with a moan. it didnt take much work to have you cumming across the planes of her stomach, trembling on top of her as her already wet skin soaked in your cum.

she pulled you down to kiss across your cheek and down to your jaw, smearing her lipstick further onto you too. you slowly caught your breath laying on her as she kissed and sucked lightly onto your neck and jaw. it was an oddly intimate moment.

"you made a mess," she murmurs below your ear.

"you liked it," you murmur back.

"lick it up, since you want to hump me like a dog."

you bit your lip at her low command being delivered straight into your ear. the way down wasnt long by any means, though you took your time kissing a trail down her form. you faced the wet pool on her abs, smelling yourself.

"good..." she mumbles to the feeling of your warm tongue lapping up your own cum, knowing youd have your fill of hers later.

[deathbxnny]

Arcane women accidentally confessing to you. | Sevika, Jinx, Caitlyn, Vi x Gn!Reader

This is very self-indulgent, so enjoy.<3

Content: pre-season 2 because I want to be happy rn, slight angst if you squint, fluff, accidental confessions, maybe ooc??, cursing, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

She was resting at the last drop with you during some downtime in between missions. One hand lingered on your hip whilst her metallic one held onto her cigar, eyes focused on the pocker game she was playing with a couple of Silco's other henchmen. She always kept you close this way, a clear sign of who you belonged to despite never having said a word about it yet. It was a mutual understanding only you could have, and so she didn't think a confession was necessary.

Until today, it seemed.

You were secretly helping her cheat a little and eventually told her the winning move, which earned her a large sum of money. Letting out a smug laugh at everyone's angered and defeated glares, she gave you a lazy grin. "Thanks, sweetheart. This is why I love you." She hummed to you, smoke exhaling from her dark lips, before she froze ever so slightly. Well, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise to either of you, and yet she couldn't help but chuckle at your own stunned face.

Looking at the men around her, she threw some poker chips towards them, clearly asking for another round. She wasn't the type to get flustered or shy anyways, so her moving on like nothing happened was on brand.

The only acknowledgment you got, however, was the hand on your hip tightening.

》JINX

She has a hard time hiding her feelings for you due to her rather energetic and extremely clingy nature. But there is still a clear distance between you two that she's too scared to cross. It was a deep fear of ruining everything she had with you in case her confession went wrong. She'd rather you consider her your best friend for life if it meant for you to stay at her side. She didn't want to lose more people after all. And yet, as fate has it, she eventually lost herself in a good and happy moment with you.

You were tinkering on some projects in her hideout whilst listening to music. Her head was leaning against your shoulder as her eyes traced your focused gaze. Jinx felt so content and at peace in that moment that she couldn't stop the words that spilled out of her mouth. "I love you." It took her a second to realise what happened, and her body was quick to flinch away from you. You kept her in place, however, with a free hand placed against her head. "Hey, it's okay. I love you too. I'm not leaving." You reassured her quickly with a smile, one that made her heart skip a beat.

She may not see herself as deserving of you, but she's glad to have you at her side anyway. Hopefully forever.

》CAITLYN

Caitlyn was good at hiding her emotions from you. In fact, she had refused to tell you in fear of breaking the professionalism you two had and, most importantly, your friendship that she cherished deeply. And so, she was very careful not to reveal a single thing... until her confidence betrayed her and caused her to slip up.

You two were reviewing a new case together, and whilst she wasn't paying attention, she accidentally slid you her diary over. It unfortunately looked too similar to her work notebook, something she only realised the moment you opened it and froze in surprise. She may have scribbled your name all over it. She may have childishly drawn hearts around your name. She may have made it awfully clear that she loved you. And it made her wonder if there was a god out there that hated her deeply.

"... My apologies. Please ignore that-" "-Haha, I'm so relieved that I'm not the only one who did this!" You let out a soft laugh before pulling out your notebook and showing her similar pages to her own, just with her name written all over them. Her face was flushed from how flustered and embarrassed she was, but alas, she too couldn't help and chuckle at how silly this all was. At least you felt the same.

》VI

It's not like she didn't want to confess her feelings to you. She just didn't know how! Her confession should sweep you right off your feet in her mind, and yet nothing she came up with seemed good enough. Vi hoped that her flirting would get the point across, but she lacked the confidence to go any further than compliments. She just didn't want you to think differently of her and therefore kept her distance for the most part regarding the subject. That is if she could keep it in for lobger than she already has. She always felt so strongly about others, after all.

So, during a little hang out session in a bar somewhere in Zaun, she attempted to find the courage to tell you how she felt. Whilst she went off to go and get you a drink first, however, a drunken man showed up at your side and started flirting you in a rather uncomfortable way. You tried making it clear that you weren't interested, but as he went to grab your arm, a hand slammed in between you two onto the bar table. "Hey, I think they told you no, asshole." "Who the hell are you?" The man barked back, yet Vi didn't back down and simply blocked you from his view with her body. "I'm their girlfriend, now fuck off." She hissed, and the man just rolled his eyes before walking off grumbling.

Silence filled the space in between you two until you chuckled softly. "Girlfriend, huh? I like the sound of that." You hummed, secretly trying to ease her embarrassed mind, that quickly recovered at your words with a sly grin. "You do?" You mirrored her smile with a nod. "Very much so. I'm glad we think alike."

[nhmkhnh]

⋮ ⌗ ┆ SPE ──── MY PILLOW PRINCESS ˚⊹

ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ CHARACTERS: vi ;; caitlyn kiramman ;; cassandra kiramman ;; sevika ;; ellie williams ;; abby anderson ;; mizu ;; claire redfield ;; jill valentine ;; ada wong ;; chloe price.

ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ PAIRINGS: all above character x sub!fem!reader (each for one scenario)

ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ WARNINGS: lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni)

vi.

“you just lay back and let me do the work, baby.”

the mattress creaked under her as vi straddled your thighs, gaze dark and sharp, full of mischief and heat. the lights were dim, a faint orange hue spilling in through the cracked blinds, painting the hard lines of her shoulders in a glow that made her look both dangerous and divine.

“you really don’t like moving much, huh?” she asked, voice low and playful, her grin cocky as ever.

your breath hitched as her fingers trailed up the inside of your thigh, featherlight. “you—” you tried to answer, but she cut you off with a low hum, one hand pressing against your stomach, keeping you still.

“nuh-uh,” she murmured, lips brushing your ear. “tonight, you don’t lift a damn finger.”

your back arched when she dipped her head and kissed the inside of your knee, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your leg like it was something to be worshipped. she spread you open with ease, your body already pliant and eager beneath her.

“look at you,” vi whispered, thumb grazing over your clothed center, wet through your panties. “so fuckin’ needy and you haven’t even moved once. you just lie there, all sweet and soft and begging for it.”

she peeled your underwear down slowly, dragging the fabric with her teeth halfway just to make you whimper. her eyes didn’t leave yours—not even for a second. that smug glint in them told you she liked watching your helpless reactions more than anything else.

"yeah," she growled, finally slipping her fingers through your folds, teasing, slow. "this is how i like you. laid out. dripping. letting me ruin you."

she pushed in two fingers without warning, and you gasped, clinging to the sheets. she curled them just right, every thrust calculated, every drag of her knuckles leaving you speechless. your thighs trembled, but vi held you open, her other hand wrapped around one leg, keeping it wide for her.

“that’s it,” she said, voice strained from how wrecked she already was just watching you. “you’re my pillow princess, aren’t you? my good girl who just lies back and lets me take care of her.”

your moan was answer enough.

vi leaned down, teeth grazing your jaw. “cum for me just like this. don’t move. don’t do a fuckin’ thing but feel me.”

and you did. just like that—shaking, toes curling, your hands fisting the sheets. vi never stopped, even through the aftershocks, pressing kisses to your hips, your thighs, your belly, her voice low and adoring.

“you’re so good for me, baby. so damn good.”

caitlyn kiramman

“such a spoiled thing… lucky i enjoy pampering you.”

caitlyn’s bedroom smelled like lavender and clean linen—refined, elegant, everything like her. she was already stripped down to her bra, hair slightly tousled from where your fingers had tangled earlier, and now she sat between your spread thighs with that calculating gaze that always made your pulse race.

"you like this far too much," she murmured, brushing a perfectly manicured nail down your bare inner thigh. her voice was velvet-smooth, laced with fond exasperation. "lying there like some helpless little doll. do you ever plan to return the favor?"

you whimpered something incoherent, trying to pull your knees together, but her hands were already sliding beneath them, pushing you open again—wide and obedient for her. caitlyn raised an eyebrow, amused.

"no?" she smirked. “of course not. my pillow princess doesn’t move unless i tell her to.”

she leaned down to kiss your belly, slow and deliberate. her mouth left a burning trail, pausing just at your hipbone, her breath teasing your skin. when her fingers brushed between your folds, featherlight, you gasped, hips twitching—but she pressed a hand down on your pelvis with a firm tsk.

"none of that," she whispered. "stay still. be good."

your thighs trembled, your breath hitched as her fingers began to tease—never quite giving in, just circling your entrance, brushing your clit with maddening precision. her touch was clinical, deliberate, like she knew every nerve ending under her hand—and she did.

then her voice dipped lower, a hum against your thigh: “you lie there looking so pretty, so utterly spoiled… it would be a crime not to indulge you.”

and indulge she did.

two fingers slid into you at last—slow, deep, curling just right. her other hand reached up, slipping behind your knee to keep your leg steady as you began to moan. caitlyn didn’t even blink. just watched your face, studied your every reaction like she was solving some delicious mystery.

"that’s it," she purred. “don’t move. don’t think. just take it.”

she fucked you with calm, calculated precision—each movement designed to draw out every whimper, every sweet shiver from your body. her mouth dipped to your chest, biting lightly, then soothing it with her tongue. but her fingers never slowed, and your brain slowly unraveled under her relentless, steady pace.

you came with a cry, back arching—but caitlyn only shushed you gently, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“such a good girl,” she whispered. “my perfect little pillow princess.”

cassandra kiramman

“lie still, sweetheart. i didn’t give you permission to squirm.”

the bed was satin. of course it was. cassandra kiramman didn’t settle for anything less than luxury—even in the way she handled you.

you lay on your back, bare and trembling, the softest sheets under you, the sharpest woman above. she hadn’t even undressed yet. she stood by the edge of the bed in her black silk robe, sipping from a crystal glass of wine, watching you with a lazy, indulgent smile that made your stomach flutter.

“you look exquisite like this,” she murmured, voice rich as velvet. “open. obedient. needy.”

you whimpered, reaching out—just to touch her, to feel the warmth of her—but cassandra tsked and set her glass down on the bedside table.

“no, no, darling,” she said, stepping close enough for the silk of her robe to brush your knees. “you don’t reach for me. that’s not how this works.”

she leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. her hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip with devastating gentleness.

“you lie back. you take what i give. and you thank me for it.”

her lips descended on your chest, her tongue slow and thorough as she took her time tasting you—neck, collarbone, breasts. every inch received her attention, every soft sigh of yours fed her ego. but when your hips bucked, just once, seeking friction, cassandra stilled.

her eyes met yours—calm, dangerous. “what did i say?”

“i— i’m sorry, i—” you stammered, but she cut you off with a kiss. a firm one. a claiming one.

“i know you’re sorry, sweetheart,” she purred. “but let me remind you how i want you.”

she eased onto the bed beside you, her hand sliding between your legs with confidence that spoke of experience, of power. her fingers trailed through your slick folds, teasing, just ghosting over your clit enough to make your breath catch. then she leaned in, lips brushing your ear:

“my sweet pillow princess… my precious girl… let mommy take care of you.”

and she did.

her fingers slipped into you in slow, deliberate thrusts, curling expertly. her other hand rested on your stomach, holding you down every time your hips tried to rise. you were squirming again, already close—but cassandra gave no mercy.

“stay still,” she whispered. “i’ll give you what you want, but not until you behave.”

it was unbearable—the way she kept you on edge, murmuring praise in your ear, kissing you like you were hers to consume. you were dripping, trembling, whimpering her name over and over until finally—

“good girl,” she breathed, just before pressing her thumb to your clit and curling her fingers deep.

your body shattered under her, every nerve lit up, and cassandra just held you through it—smiling, composed, possessive.

“my perfect little thing,” she whispered, lips pressed to your cheek. “so easy to please… as long as she’s kept in her place.”

sevika

“you’re such a lazy little thing, huh? good. i like my toys soft.”

the door slammed behind her.

you were already on the bed. legs parted, cheeks flushed, wearing the tiniest excuse for lingerie—because you knew exactly what she liked coming home to. and sevika? she stood in the doorway, arms crossed, smirk lazy and dangerous.

“look at you,” she said, voice low and gritty, boots thudding against the floor as she stalked toward you. “didn’t even try to act innocent tonight, did you?”

you swallowed hard, watching her toss off her coat, her metal arm gleaming under the low light. she looked wrecked from work, muscles tense, jaw clenched—and you? you were aching to be used.

“i mean…” sevika shrugged, eyes dragging down your body like a wolf appraising dinner. “can’t blame you. you know i like it better when you don’t move.”

you gasped when she grabbed your ankle, dragging you toward her in one fluid motion. her hands were rough, heavy, claiming.

“you lie back, spread those legs, and make those pretty noises for me,” she growled, climbing over you. “that’s all i want from you tonight. you think you can manage that, princess?”

you nodded, breath hitching.

but sevika wasn’t satisfied. she leaned in, her hand gripping your jaw tight, eyes narrow. “say it.”

“i-i’ll be good,” you stammered. “i’ll stay still, i promise.”

“there we go,�� she purred, letting go with a pat to your cheek. “that’s my girl.”

and then she destroyed you.

her fingers were thick, two pushing inside you without warning—stretching, filling, setting a brutal pace right away. you cried out, but sevika only chuckled darkly, leaning in to lick up your neck. her body was heat and pressure and weight, pressing you into the mattress like you were nothing but her favorite plaything.

“don’t move,” she snapped when your hips bucked. “you wanna be good, don’t you?”

you nodded again, tears pricking your eyes as pleasure wracked through you. sevika leaned down, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

“you look so damn good like this,” she rasped. “helpless. leaking. my perfect little pillow princess.”

you came once, then twice—sevika didn’t stop. didn’t let you stop.

only when your body was twitching, trembling from overstimulation, did she finally kiss you—slow, possessive, her metal hand holding your jaw in place.

"next time," she whispered, dragging her thumb over your swollen lip, "i want you dressed in nothing but my shirt. on your back. waiting."

you could only nod.

good girl.

ellie williams

“just lie there lookin’ pretty for me, yeah? that’s all i need.”

ellie was already half on top of you by the time her shirt hit the floor. her necklace dangled between you, and the way her smirk curled made your stomach twist into knots.

“you really just… lie there like that?” she said, quirking a brow as she hovered over you, one hand braced beside your head. “goddamn. you’re gonna kill me.”

you squirmed under her gaze, feeling like you were already melting into the mattress. she took her time drinking in your body, from the flush in your cheeks to the way your legs shifted restlessly. and then she chuckled—low and cocky.

“look at you,” she whispered, brushing your hair out of your face. “all cute ‘n needy. you even know what you do to me?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but she shut you up with a kiss—sloppy, possessive, full of teasing tongue and muffled groans. her knee nudged your thighs apart and she hummed like she was unwrapping a present.

“fuck, you’re soaked already?” ellie grinned, fingers slipping under the hem of your underwear. “you really like being my little pillow princess, huh?”

you nodded, breath hitching. that earned you a full laugh—gravelly, heady, dangerous.

“shit, you’re perfect.”

she didn’t even bother teasing—ellie slipped two fingers inside you, slow but deep, her forehead pressed to yours as you gasped.

“that’s it, baby,” she murmured. “just lie there and take it. let me do the work.”

her thrusts picked up, deliberate and rough, curling her fingers just right while her other hand held your waist down. you were already shaking, moaning, eyes glassy—but ellie didn’t let up.

“c’mon, don’t hide those sounds from me,” she whispered, kissing your neck messily. “you sound so fuckin’ good when i’m inside you.”

and when you came—legs twitching, mouth slack, body trembling—ellie just leaned in, tongue trailing along your jaw as she smiled wickedly.

“not bad for someone who didn’t lift a damn finger,” she teased. “you really are the best pillow princess, huh?”

you nodded again, dazed.

she grinned. “good. 'cause i’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

abby anderson

“you’re not gettin’ outta this bed until i say so.”

you weren’t sure what made your legs shake more—the weight of abby’s body caging you in, or the rough way she’d just pulled your panties down with one hand like they were nothing but tissue.

her tank top was still on, hair in that low braid, arms glistening with sweat from her evening workout. she hadn’t even cooled down before pinning you to the mattress like you were some treat waiting to be devoured.

“look at you,” abby murmured, voice rough, low. her hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at her. “lyin’ there all soft. all mine.”

you whimpered. she laughed.

“don’t get shy now, princess,” she growled, dragging her calloused fingers down your chest, between your thighs. “you were beggin’ for this shit earlier. i heard those pretty little whines.”

and then, without warning, her fingers shoved into you—deep, relentless, thick and rough. you cried out, legs jerking, but abby didn’t even flinch. her free hand locked over your hip, holding you down.

“keep still,” she hissed. “don’t make me hold you tighter.”

the room filled with the wet sound of her fingers thrusting in and out, your breath catching, your body already nearing the edge—but abby? she was just warming up.

“such a damn pillow princess,” she muttered, lips brushing your temple. “don’t do a fuckin’ thing, and still fall apart like this. what a spoiled little mess.”

you could barely answer—too lost in the way her thumb rubbed circles over your clit, your thighs trembling with every motion. abby leaned down, breath hot against your cheek.

“you cum when i say. not a second before.”

and somehow, when she finally let you fall over the edge—voice in your ear commanding “let go. now.”—you came so hard you saw white.

but she didn’t stop.

“round one, sweetheart,” she said, tongue dragging over your throat. “now let’s see how long you can keep that cute little voice goin’.”

mizu

“don’t move. don’t speak. just… let me have this.”

the rain drummed softly on the paper windows of the teahouse. the tatami mats beneath your back were still warm from where she’d sat moments ago. now, mizu hovered over you, hair undone, eyes darkened with something primal—something she'd spent her whole life running from.

you reached up to touch her, but she caught your wrist mid-air. her grip wasn’t rough—but it trembled.

“no,” she said, voice husky. “don’t touch me.”

you stilled instantly, chest rising and falling beneath your robes.

mizu’s fingers ran down your arm, her breath uneven. her whole body looked like it was at war with itself, hovering like she didn’t trust her control—like she was holding herself back with every breath.

“you don’t understand…” she murmured, leaning down, her lips barely grazing the curve of your neck. “what you do to me.”

you whispered her name, pleading.

that broke her.

in a sudden movement, mizu pinned your wrists above your head, lips crashing against your throat—not soft, not gentle. her hands fumbled at your robe, parting the silk to expose your bare skin to the cool air.

"you shouldn't…" she growled against your collarbone, her voice nearly cracking. “but i—can’t stop.”

her fingers found your folds, trembling but firm, and you gasped at the contact. she watched you—intently—as if memorizing every reaction.

"you always lie there like this,” she whispered. “like you trust me. like you know i won't break you.”

her voice faltered. “but i want to.”

she pushed two fingers into you, slow at first, then deeper, faster, desperate. the way she fucked you wasn’t refined—it was hungry. furious. like years of discipline had been peeled away in seconds. her thumb circled your clit with rough insistence, her breath harsh near your ear.

"don’t move," she commanded, voice tight. “don’t speak. just—just take it. let me have this.”

your body obeyed.

the pleasure hit hard and fast. you cried out, but mizu only silenced you with her mouth—messy, teeth grazing, hands refusing to let you squirm.

and when you came, trembling, flushed, unable to breathe—she didn’t stop. she kept moving, burying her face in your neck like she was ashamed of herself.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered, but her fingers were still inside you, still curling like she couldn’t let go. “i’m sorry. but i need you.”

and you—helpless, ruined, adored—let her have you again.

claire redfield

“don’t move. i need—fuck, i need you right now.”

the door slammed behind her with a force that rattled the hinges. her boots scuffed hard against the tile. breath ragged. eyes wild.

claire had just saved your life. again.

you were still in shock—blood humming, legs shaking—but all you could focus on was her. her shirt half-torn. holster hanging off her shoulder. face streaked with grime and sweat and that look—that look—in her eyes.

"get over here," she growled.

before you could take a step, she crossed the room in three strides and had you pinned against the wall, lips crashing into yours. her body radiated heat, her hands everywhere—gripping your thighs, dragging them up around her hips.

“safe,” she breathed against your mouth. “you’re safe now. fuck—"

you whined, barely able to process the shift from terror to lust, but claire didn’t give you time to catch up. she dropped the holster, didn’t even bother taking off her boots—just ripped your shirt up and over your head, teeth grazing your collarbone as her hand slipped between your thighs.

"so fuckin' soft," she muttered, voice strained. "all i could think about while shooting those bastards was this. you. laid out. begging."

you whimpered, already soaked, your back pressed flat against the wall as she shoved her fingers past the waistband of your underwear. rough, fast, desperate. her other hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head back so she could devour your throat.

“you gonna lie there and take it like my good girl?” she rasped. “you gonna let me make you cum while the world burns outside?”

you nodded—helpless, breathless.

"good."

two fingers plunged inside you—hard. you cried out, legs tightening around her, and claire groaned like it was killing her not to fuck you right there on the floor.

“you make me lose my goddamn mind,” she growled, thrusting deeper, faster, thumb circling your clit with expert pressure. “every fuckin’ time i look at you. you ruin me.”

and you did ruin her—because when you came, sobbing her name, writhing on her hand, claire lost it.

she held you against the wall, panting into your skin, still working you through every wave of pleasure. and then she leaned back, eyes dark, fingers still inside you.

“bed. now,” she ordered.

and you knew—she wasn’t finished.

jill valentine

“keep your legs open, sweetheart. if i have to say it again, i’ll make it hurt.”

you didn’t even hear her come in—silent as the grave, until the weight of her body pinned you to the bed.

your back arched on instinct, but jill was already between your legs, her thigh pressed hard against your center, and her gloved hand cupping your cheek with a cold, warning touch.

“don’t move,” she said, voice low and calm. “you’ve made enough noise for today.”

you whimpered, hands fisting in the sheets as she tilted your head up with just two fingers under your chin. her eyes scanned your face like she was reading every tell, every weakness. and then she smirked.

“you like being this useless, huh?” she whispered. “all spread out, waiting for someone to handle you.”

her thigh ground into you, slow and devastating. you gasped. she didn’t stop.

“tactical mistake, baby,” she murmured. “now i’m gonna take my time.”

jill reached down, unbuttoned your shirt with quick, practiced fingers—like she was disarming a bomb. and maybe she was, because the second her mouth hit your chest, you detonated.

“you lie back and take it. that’s your job tonight,” she said, licking a stripe up your neck. “mine is making sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

then she slipped her hand into your panties, slow like a tease, but the second she touched you—all precision was gone.

"fuck—so wet already," she hissed, her fingers working you open. “you’ve been like this all day? waiting for me to come ruin you?”

you nodded, barely able to breathe.

“keep your legs open, sweetheart,” jill said again, voice dropping. “if i have to say it twice, i’ll tie them down.”

her thumb rubbed your clit with brutal accuracy, two fingers curling inside you with merciless rhythm. her body stayed calm, steady—just that single thigh pressing harder into you every time you moved, controlling your squirming without even trying.

“you’re close,” she whispered in your ear. “i can feel it. you gonna come for me, princess?”

you sobbed her name. she chuckled.

“good girl.”

and when you broke—shaking, helpless, drenched—jill didn’t even look ruffled. she just kissed your throat, slow and possessive.

“now. we do that again. and you don’t make a sound.”

ada wong

“stay still, darling. you’ll ruin my lipstick.”

ada had you against the cool silk of her hotel bed, lit only by the orange glow of the skyline bleeding in through the curtains. her red dress was still on—barely. the slit high enough to reveal the curve of her thigh as she straddled you, lipstick dark and perfect, not a single smear. yet.

“you always look at me like that,” she murmured, brushing a gloved hand along your cheek. “so innocent. so ready to be used.”

you swallowed, body already pliant under her. she hadn’t even touched you properly yet, but her gaze alone was enough to pin you in place.

“don’t move,” she whispered, leaning down until her lips just hovered over yours. “you’ll ruin the moment.”

her mouth trailed lower instead—along your jaw, down your throat, teeth grazing—but never biting. not yet. her fingers slid under your panties like silk itself, slow and elegant. and when she finally touched you?

“mm,” ada purred. “already soaked. what a surprise.”

you whimpered, and she smiled—soft and cruel.

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” she murmured, pressing two fingers into you with decadent ease. “you just lie there and be good for me. that’s all i want.”

her fingers were slow. precise. every curl was expertly angled. you couldn’t stop the way your body arched—but she tsked, free hand splaying across your belly, holding you down.

“i said don’t move,” she chided, voice cool but coaxing. “good girls lie still when i’m playing with them.”

the pressure built fast—too fast. you whimpered her name, and she only smirked.

“you want to cum?” she breathed, lips brushing your ear. “then stay still and take it.”

and when you did—when you shattered beneath her like glass—she still didn’t let up. she kissed you, slow and possessive, pulling back just enough to admire her handiwork.

lipstick: still perfect.

you: ruined.

chloe price

“god, you’re so fucking pretty when you just lie there like that.”

chloe had one knee pressed into the mattress, a cigarette still smoldering in the ashtray by the window. the room smelled like weed, punk rock vinyl, and her—faintly metallic, messy, sweet. you were already laid out beneath her, legs parted, shirt discarded.

and she was just… staring.

“you really just gonna let me do all the work, huh?” she asked, smirking, blue hair falling over one eye. “fuckin’ brat.”

you bit your lip, looking up at her with those wide, expectant eyes. that did it.

“goddamn it,” chloe muttered, crawling fully on top of you, her chain bracelet cold where it brushed your ribs. “you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

she kissed you like she was starving—fast, reckless, biting at your bottom lip. and her hand? already slipping down your stomach, fingers rough but eager.

“bet you’re soaked already,” she muttered into your mouth, and then groaned when she felt exactly that. “fuck. i knew it.”

two fingers slid inside like she owned you—deep and messy, thumb already teasing your clit in slow circles.

"don’t move," she rasped, teeth grazing your neck. "don’t even think about moving. i wanna see how good my girl takes it."

you whimpered, body arching, but chloe just pressed her hand harder on your thigh to keep you down. her voice dropped, low and filthy:

“you’re my little pillow princess, right? just lying there. all sweet. all mine.”

her pace picked up—fingers thrusting faster, harder. your moans got louder, and she laughed, breath hot against your ear.

“yeah, that’s it. fuckin’ beautiful.”

you came hard—legs trembling, chest rising and falling—but chloe didn’t stop. just smirked and kissed your jaw.

“you’re not going anywhere tonight,” she whispered. “so be a good girl and stay exactly where i left you.”

[velvetsserenity]

they call me firecracker

client!sevika x brothelworker!reader

✎ word count: 2k

꩜ content warnings: nsfw, rough strap-on sex, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, degradation, humiliation, possessive behavior, objectification, power imbalance, client x sex worker dynamic, biting, bruising, smoking, dubious consent themes, lack of aftercare

The hallway hushes the moment her boots hit the floor.

Not fast—just slow, deliberate steps on the creaking wood. Heavy enough to feel through the soles of your shoes. You don't need to look. You know it's her. Everyone does. Her shadow hits the velvet wall just seconds before she rounds the corner, and every other girl either looks away or pretends not to notice.

She doesn’t stop for anyone. She never does.

The madam gives a barely visible nod, already stepping aside, and then Sevika’s eyes find yours through the half-curtained doorframe.

She doesn’t knock. She never has. Just presses a gloved hand to the doorframe, pushes it open like she owns the place, and steps in with a drag of smoke trailing behind her.

You’re on your knees, arranging your just washed lingerie, your back arched just enough to make a point—and her gaze catches. Lingers.

“Didn’t expect you tonight,” you say, without turning.

“You should’ve,” she replies. Her voice is rough. Cigarette low in her mouth, hand already unfastening the top clasp of her coat.

“I was scheduled with someone else.”

She takes a long drag, then flicks the ash onto your floor. “Not anymore.”

You glance over your shoulder. “Did you pay for that?”

Her coat hits the armchair. She doesn’t answer. She never does.

She steps behind you, boots slow, measured, as you stay on your knees. You should get up. You should say something sharp. But the energy shifts the moment she’s behind you, thick and warm and sharp around the edges. Her gloved hand grabs the back of your neck, as she leans over your frame, and tilts your head to the side.

“That tone,” she mutters, fingers flexing, “you only use it with me.”

You hum, lips parted. “Maybe I only need it with you.” you sigh loudly.

You shouldn’t tease her. Not when she’s like this—coiled and quiet and dark around the edges. But you like the consequences. You like the way she handles you when she’s had a bad day. You like knowing the others can hear your breath hitch when she bites your ear just hard enough to leave a mark.

She presses her feetbetween your thighs from behind, boot pushing you open on the soft carpet. "Still pretending you're not waiting for me every night?"

“Still pretending I’m just a hole for hire?”

You feel her smile before you hear it. A low, dangerous sound against your jaw. Both knowing you literally are.

“Take your clothes off.”

You go slow on purpose. Pull your robe open one inch at a time. She watches. You feel her eyes drag across every inch of exposed skin like a burn. By the time you’re fully bare, she’s behind you again, bare hand now at your throat, lifting you up, pulling your back to her chest, her mechanical fingers cold on your waist.

“You think about me?” she asks, voice low, teeth grazing your neck.

You don’t answer.

Wrong move.

Her fingers close just enough around your throat to make your breath pause.

“I asked you a question.”

You tilt your head back, daring her. “Not feeding your ego, Sevika.”

She doesn’t kiss you. Sevika doesn’t do soft. She bites. Her mouth is on your collarbone before the words are cold in the air, and you gasp, digging your nails into her arm just to stay upright. She growls, pushes you forward onto the mattress, chest down, ass up.

“Need you to remember something,” she says, positioning herself behind you, voice almost too calm. “You’re not paid to want me.”

She shrugs out of her harness vest with a practiced roll of her shoulders, letting it fall with a dull thunk to the floor. You hear the unbuckle of her belt next—real this time, heavy, metal sliding through loops. But instead of dropping it, she opens her coat wider and pulls the strap-on from inside, worn leather and dark silicone already slick with lube.

You go still, throat dry.

She straps it on without a word, slow and precise. Tightens the buckles across her hips. Adjusts the fit like she’s done it a hundred times in the dark. She probably has.

Her gaze flicks up to find you watching.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she mutters, gloved hand gripping the base. “You knew what you were begging for.”

You bury your face in the sheets, groaning. She always brings it. You just forget how big it looks when she straps it on. How heavy her presence becomes the second she has it between her legs.

“Look at you,” she mutters, voice dark with something between amusement and hunger. “Back arched like a fucking pet. You wait like this for everyone?”

You groan, breath shaky. “If they pay right.”

“Tch.”

She steps in close, metal hand gripping your hip, thumb digging into the curve of your ass. Her other hand slips down between your thighs, bare fingers grazing your folds like it’s nothing—just a test. You jerk at the contact, slick already clinging to her skin.

She hums low. “Dripping.”

You whimper, shifting, but her grip tightens.

“Stay still.”

You breathe through your teeth. Her fingers slide up, unhurried, and rub circles into your clit, slow and mean. You whimper. The sensation burns—it’s teasing and humiliating and hot. Her other hand grabs a fistful of your ass, holding you wide open for her.

“You know what happens when you act like a brat?” she asks, slipping one thick finger inside without warning.

You moan into the mattress.

She adds a second, rough and deep. Your hips jerk forward. She pulls you back.

“Answer me.”

“Y-you make me beg,” you choke out.

She curls her fingers slow, angling just right.

“And you’re gonna,” she breathes.

Her hand fucks you lazily, fingers thick, knuckles grinding against your slick heat. She doesn’t speed up. Doesn’t let you chase it. Just holds you there, trembling and stuffed full, using your body like it belongs to her.

Your knees shake.

“You close already?” she murmurs, sounding almost bored. “Fucking pathetic.”

She slips her fingers out with a wet sound and wipes them on the inside of your thigh.

Then she reaches for the strap-on—worn leather and slick black silicone, her hand fitting around it, navigating it.

“You ready to take it?”

“Yes,” you whisper, wrecked.

She palms your ass, leans in close.

“Too bad.”

The cock presses between your folds, not entering yet—just dragging through your wetness, thick and heavy and deliberate. She lets it rest there, makes you feel it. Makes you ache for it.

She continues the movement for a bit, teasing both of you. Watching the strap-on disappear and reappear betwen your clenched thighs.

And then—

She thrusts in. Deep. Unforgiving. You cry out, the sound muffled by the mattress, legs trembling under the weight of her hips slamming into you.

“Too quiet,” Sevika growls, grabbing your hair and yanking your head up just enough to hear you better. “I said let them hear.”

You moan louder, and she rewards you with another thrust, harder this time. Deep enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

“Good girl.”

The words shouldn’t make you clench the way they do. But they do.

She sets a pace that’s brutal from the start, hips slamming into your ass, the sound of flesh on flesh sharp and wet and endless. Her cock drags against that sensitive spot inside you over and over, your thighs shaking, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you cling to the sheets for something, anything, to hold you together.

Your body aches, slick dripping down your thighs, heart pounding like it’s trying to run from her—like you could. You can’t. You don’t even want to.

She leans down, her weight pressing against your back, one hand on your throat again not choking, just holding. Just reminding you.

“I could fuck you like this all night,” she growls. “Don’t need breaks. Don’t need softness. Just need to hear you cry.”

You go limp, arms sliding out from under you.

That’s when she grabs your hips and lifts them back into place.

“Don’t drop,” she growls. “We’re not done.”

You whine. It’s all you can manage. But you let her reposition you. You let her keep going.

She’s panting now. Not from exhaustion—she never fucks like she’s tired—but from focus. Like she’s working something out of herself. Like the only way to feel right is to break you.

And fuck—you're breaking.

She digs her fingers into your hips, thrusting deep, rhythm precise. Not frantic. Not desperate. Just relentless. Her control is terrifying. There’s no slip in her pace, no mercy in her grip.

“You feel that?” she rasps, cock buried to the hilt inside you. “No one else makes you feel this full. No one else fucks you this deep.”

You nod against the mattress, half-conscious, mouth open.

She slaps your ass again, harder than before. “Use your words.”

“Only you,” you cry out, body trembling. “Fuck—only you.”

She exhales sharp through her nose like that does something to her. Her hand slides under you now, rough fingers working your clit in fast, cruel circles while she keeps pounding into you from behind.

Her voice is dark now, strained, like she’s fighting something in her own chest. Like this is no longer just about making you fall apart but about proving something. To you. To herself.

She rubs harder, faster, until your legs buckle completely and your scream rips through the room.

You don’t even feel your body collapse. You just hear her breathing—heavy, steady, satisfied.

She finally slows. Pulls out slow, the strap slick and soaked with you, shining in the low light. You’re twitching under her, legs still spread, cunt pulsing with aftershocks.

And for a second—you think she might stay.

You think she might press a hand to your back and whisper something. Something that means something.

But no.

She steps back. Unbuckles the strap. Wipes it off with a cloth from her coat. Buckles her belt again with that same practiced efficiency.

You don’t turn to look. You couldn’t if you tried. Your body’s still face-down, barely functioning, and she doesn’t help you up.

She lights a cigarette like nothing happened. Walks to the corner chair. Sits.

Watches you.

“Same time next week?” she asks flatly.

You want to spit. You want to say no. You want to say something that matters.

But your body says yes before your mouth does. Because you know it. And she knows it.

You’ll be on your knees again the moment her boots hit the hallway.

a/n: 'hole for hire'' haha, get it? ok..

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