#mean dom!sevika
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only a bit shy
sevika x fem!reader
tw: 18+ MDNI, no label on relationship, reader is described to have female anatomy and be physically smaller than Sevika, smut, Sevika is sort of a mean!dom, top Sevika, bottom reader
a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. Please overlook any grammar/spelling mistakes, I’ll come back and edit later.
There needs to be a study done on why your confidence sky rocks when you’re out in public. Might it be the music, the crowd, the atmosphere, you don’t know. It’s all fun and games up until you have to reap what you sow.
Sevika blows smoke in your face, taking enjoyment in how your face scrunches from the smell. She knows you hate smoking and you know she doesn’t care.
“Sev,” you wave at the smoke, “do that in another direction.”
“What, it’s never bothered you before.”
“Well usually you aren’t this bitchy about it. This was your fifth time.”
She leans her elbow on the table and points to a couple off in the corner that are very obviously in their own world.
“I think you need half of that.”
You furrow your eyebrows, looking back to her.
“Romance?”
“No. Ignorance.”
You groan at her smug look. It was often she used strangers for entertainment.
“You’ve always been uptight, but you’re like what, 24 now?
“My birthday was last month, Sev, I’m 25.”
She huffs, “even worse.”
You ignored her comment, unintentionally continuing to look back at the couple Sevika pointed out earlier.
“They probably have some sort of exhibition kink if they’re making out like that out in public.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“I’m not shaming them. They’re free to do so,” she says gruffly.
You wish to ignore her by watching the bold couple yet again. Sevika picks up her drink, holding it up to her mouths.
“I have the same freedom to do the same with you,” she says into her glass.
You choke, “what?”
She motions around you. At her movement, people’s eyes shifted away from you two.
“Not one person here could interject. It’d be a free show.”
You grimace, “you’re gross.”
“Okay,” she remarks, “then what doesn’t gross you out?”
You shift in your seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing such a topic in public. To think that people like the couple are so comfortable doing it in public shocks you to your core.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything outside of the basics. I don’t know what I would like.”
She goes quiet. The only sound between the two of you being her exhaling smoke. When the couple begins to strip clothing, you look away, cheeks reddening.
“You’re something,” she huffs, “I don’t know how you’ve gotten through a full night. You seem like the type to tuck your tail between your legs the second it starts to get heated.”
You face her completely, “absolutely not.”
“We both know how much of a liar you are.”
“Then do it.”
Your heart jumps at what you’ve told her. You pushed down reality, dismissing the depth of your words to just be plain sass talk. There’s no way it would actually, actually lead to anything.
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You were caved against the wall, barely able to breathe before she was kissing you again. She reached under your thighs and lifted you with an ease that made you ache.
She found your bedroom, laying you down atop of your bed. When she strips her shirt, you break eye contact almost instantly.
“Eyes on me or we stop.”
You bring your eyes back to her, but only having after fidgeting with your necklace. It’s the only thing grounding you as she quite literally strips naked. Her hands come to rest on your knees, practically engulfing them.
“Thought you said you absolutely got past this part with confidence?”
“Maybe if you were better I’d—“ you cut yourself off with a surprised sound when she pulls you onto your back. Your legs dangle off the bed, your core pressed against her waist.
“You liked that didn’t you?”
She holds your thighs, leaning her body over yours to kiss you into the mattress. Your sound gets muffled against her lips, hands wrapping around her shoulders.
She runs a hand down your thigh, her thumb hooking under your pants. You give her a shallow nod and she promptly peels the fabrics off you.
“All I’ve done is kiss you and you’re already wet.”
You want to hide, hands messing with her hair to distract from the shame creeping inside you. She drags a few fingers through your folds before circling your clit. You bit at your bicep in an attempt to drown your moan.
“Don’t,” she brings your arms over your head, holding them with a single hand.
She presses a finger into you and you can’t help the way you shutter, pressing your face into the bedding beside you.
“You’re so fucking tight,” she says right before going ahead and adding another.
“Sev—“ you pant, “wait.”
She angles her fingers up, thumb pressing on your clit. You shut your eyes, back arching to press yourself further onto her fingers.
“Such a slut,” she murmurs.
She doesn’t wait, a third finger pressing its way into you. You struggle against her hand holding you down.
“It’s too much,” you babble, “don’t—“
“You really want me to stop?”
You breath a quick no, taking a few extra second to form a coherent sentence.
“I just want to touch you.”
Your wrists burn, bruises already beginning to appear when she releases them. She removes her fingers from inside you as well. She coos at your whine. Her body almost completely detaches itself from you. You sit up in curiosity and the sight again had you avoiding eye contact.
Sevika sits beside you, grabbing your hips and helping you to startle her thighs. She kisses you, your teeth clashing.
“This okay,” she asks to which you responded with a nod. She lines her strap with your entrance and pulls your hips down until it begins to make you wince.
“Can’t even fit the whole thing. What were your partners before this doing?”
You circle your hips to try to fit it all before she gets a bit impatient and fits the rest with a thrust of her hips. You scratch at her bicep, breath caught in your lungs.
“You can take it, you have before.”
“No,” you whine, “—can’t you just—.”
“If you want to be a pillow princess you shouldn’t have gotten into bed with me.”
She leans back, hands resting on the bedding instead of where you want them to.
“Please, I’ll do anything. I need you so bad.”
“So useless. Have to do everything.”
Your eyes pick with tears from relief or embarrassment or both. She flips you back to your original position and thrust into you roughly. Small moans leave you with every thrust.
“Fucking whore, made for nothing but this.”
The tears build, eventually spilling over. At this point your mind is nothing but her. The way she’s breathing, the way she’s snapping her hips into yours, the way she’s egging you on. It’s too good.
“Oh!—’m close,” you whimper.
The force of her hips pushing into yours, her finger on your clit brings you over the edge with her name on your lips.
#sevika x reader#sevika x reader smut#sevika x female reader#arcane sevika x reader#top sevika#dom!sevika#top!sevika#dom sevika#bottom reader#x sub!reader#sub reader#mean dom!sevika
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Arcane Preferences/Kinks Headcannons
Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Grayson, Ambessa, Jayce x fem!reader
Vi
Vi would be a switch. She doesn't seem very kinky, but I feel like she would be into praise and choking. She loves to tell you that you're doing a good job, and she loves hearing the same back. If she's choking you, she'd make sure not to press too hard that you actually couldn't breathe. But she just loves the sight of you underneath her, getting fucked out of your mind with her bandaged hand around your neck.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this. Getting fucked with my hand around your little neck. You're such a good girl for me."
Caitlyn
She's definitely a dom. I feel like Caitlyn's pretty experienced with sex and various kinks. She's definitely into some bondage and overstimulation. She just wants to make you feel good, even if it gets too much for you. She'd tie you up however she likes and make you take whatever she gives you. She'd press a vibrator to your clit and watch you as you fall apart, no matter how many times you cum.
"Aw, is it too much for my girl? You're too sensitive, baby? C'mon, just one more, just give me one more..."
Sevika
Do I even gotta say she's a hard and mean dom? This woman is definitely kinky as FUCK, too. Heavy bondage, dacryphilia, pet play, denial, spanking, just to name a few. She'd love to put some cat ears on you, and a pretty little tail in you, as you sit in front of her on your knees. She'd ignore you and continue with some paperwork until you're clawing at her knee and begging her to help you. Even after tears stream down your face in frustration, she'd just laugh and mock you.
"Aw, my pet, are you crying? Crying because you want me to touch you, hm? That bad? Fuck, you're so pathetic. You just have to shut up and look pretty for me."
Grayson
Grayson's definitely a gentle dom. She also has a mommy kink, for sure. She'd fuck you slowly on her fingers and praise you for doing so good. She loves hearing your moans and pleas for her to go faster, to touch you more.
"Does my pretty girl want me to go faster? Well, since you've been so good for me, I suppose I can... is this good?"
Ambessa
Hard dom. She would definitely be into size kink, manhandling, mommy kink, spanking kink, and body worship. She loves how big and strong she is compared to you, and how much power she has to be able to contort your body into any position she wants. She loves relaxing on the sofa while you go down and eat her out or kiss all over her body. She'd also love doing the same to you. And if you're a bad girl, she'd have no hesitation to spank you or slap you until you're her good girl again.
"Didn't I tell you to stay still? Aw, you couldn't? The stimulation was too much? I don't care. Over my lap, now. Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't make mommy put you over her lap herself..."
Jayce
Lil subby boy with a praise kink who definitely tries to mask it at first. It would take a while to get him to feel comfortable enough with you to share his preferences/desires. But once he does, he'd love being your good boy and getting praised by you. He'd be nervous and hesitant at first if you asked to peg him, but he trusts you and he'd let you do it eventually. Also mommy kink (sorry, I love this one).
"Mommy, it hurts. Ow, ow... please slower... thank you, mommy. Am I being good for you? Please tell me I'm your good boy. Ah, fuck, it feels so nice... you're so nice to me, mommy..."
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masterlist .ᐟ ..
☆ - sfw ★ - nsfw
ABBY ANDERSON —
knife / blood play ★
abby coming home ☆
manners ☆
blood kink ★
bladder control ★
first time using strap ★
more blood kink ★
piss kink ★
using a fuck machine on u ★
size kink & dacryphilia ★
fucking u with dildo ★
dry humping ★
abs giving you a handjob (?) ★
boxer!abby ☆
breeding strap ★
throat fuck ft vi ★
abs moaning while eating you out ★
helping you with period cramps ★
MORE bladder control ☆/★
strapped up in public ☆/★
letting you gag on her breeding strap ★
cunt slapping ★
mooore throat fuck ★
abby + nora threesome ★
gagging on fingers + spit kink ★
wax play ☆
strap warming ★
3some ft vi ★
somno ★
through the panties ★
ELLIE WILLIAMS —
dina & ellie 3some ★
different eras eating you out ★
knife play ★
anatomy ☆
fucking pregnant!r ★
eating u out over panties ★
edging & overstim ★
anatomy p2 ☆
mean!ellie ★
eye contact ★
movie night ★
loser!ellie + mean!reader ★
missionary tribbing ★
bladder control ☆/★
strength kink ★
pervyneighbour!ellie ☆
pervyneighbour!ellie headcanons ★
VIOLET —
vi being obsessed with making u squirt ★
pillow riding ★
puppy vi ★
scissoring ★
tummy bulge ★
breeding kink ★
vi in pink collar & gag ★
vi on a leash ★
size kink ★
soft dom vi ★
dom cait & vi ★
finger fuck ★
breeding kink ★
more dom caitvi ★
riding vi ★
bratty reader ★
treating strap like it’s real ★
aftercare ☆
gagging on her fingers ★
blood kink ☆
vi wearing rings ☆
permission & begging ★
sweet & sappy ★
edging & slipping ★
calling vi daddy ★
caitvi overstim & punishment ★
showering ☆
vi helping you breathe ★
breeding kink ★
throat fuck ft abby ★
cockwarming ★
3some ft abby ★
CAITLYN KIRAMMAN —
cait riding u ★
cait’s boobs ★
mirror sex ★
subby cait ★
dom cait & vi ★
more dom caitvi ★
guiding masturbation ★
mommy kink ★
caitvi overstim & punishment ★
losing her dominance ★
JINX —
dacryphilia ★
spit kink ★
obsessed w eating you out ★
UNOFFICIAL —
helping dina with her blocked duct ★
sevika biting kink ☆
sevika spanking ★
#MASSACREDKITTY .ᐟ#kitty writes ᡣ𐭩#🐾 rqs ྀི#lesbian#masterlist#abby anderson#ellie williams#vi arcane#jinx arcane#dina woodward#the last of us#arcane#caitlyn kiramman#mlist
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Kingpin!Sevika
||Men, minors, and ageless DNI
CW: Dom!Sevika, sub!reader, Sevika is mean, degradation, free use kinda,squirting, cunnilingus (r! receiving), face fucking (S!receiving), fingering, AFAB reader, pussy slaps, aftercare, she loves you but won't say it
A/N: I just had some thoughts I needed to get out, this was meant to just be a few headcanons but it got a little long
Word count: 1,494 Divider creds. Masterlist
kingpin!Sevika who's taken Silco's place after his untimely death. In need of a right hand of her own, she chose you
kingpin!Sevika who- though, of course, chose you because you're capable, loyal, and trustworthy -just as she had been to Silco- also has a few...personal reasons as to why she made this decision.
You're a tough girl and she is well aware of that. She acknowledges it quite often, always telling you how well you do with the missions she leaves you in charge of. From someone like Sevika, that praise is a lot, and though frequent, it comes in small packaging. Short, sweet remarks that may seem like nothing to anyone else
"Y'did good."
"Keep it up."
Or even just a head nod or pat on the back or shoulder to show that she approves of what you've done. It's the ultimate sign that she respects you.
kingpin!Sevika who would keep you by her side 24/7, 365 if she was able to. When you aren't out doing an assignment, a good amount of your workdays are spent in her office, either standing beside her as she sits lazily in the large chair behind her desk, as she uses you as a second pair of ears and eyes while she meets with the other chembarons - or, simply discussing future plans.
kingpin!Sevika whose sharp, silver eyes track your every movement at the end of the day when you're finally alone with her. Watching you fidget with the little nicknacks on her desk as you report back the events of the day, not making full eye contact with her because you know what's coming. There aren't many other reasons she'd have locked her office door completely after letting you in, it isn't like anyone had the gall to barge in unannounced.
"Strip" she'd mutter, fully interrupting whatever you were telling her because, at this point, she's more annoyed at the fact that you're still dressed than she is at some of the cargo being compromised due to the negligence of her blockhead henchmen - she'll take care of that later.
kingpin!Sevika who isn't one for talking about it once you do as you're told because of course you do, shedding yourself of the fabric that shields your body from her intense gaze, giving her a bit of a show because she'd scold you if you rushed.
kingpin!Sevika who can't seem to go a full five seconds without marking you once you're propped up on her leg, naked except for your underwear. She especially loves leaving marks on your tits, biting and sucking on the fat around your nipple, leaving as many pretty little bruises on your skin as she pleases with no real regard for how intense the feeling may be for you
As much as she likes making you feel good, this is about what she wants. She's had a stressful, rage-inducing day and this is the part of your job that she loves just as much as you do. The part where she gets to take out all her frustrations on your body. She's always rough with you, never giving you a second to catch your breath, and though one would think you'd be used to this treatment by now, it takes you by surprise every time. Her strong hands feel like they're everywhere at once, grabbing at your ass, your waist, your thighs, your tits - anywhere she can hold you to keep you close.
kingpin!Sevika who gets impatient with her own teasing rather quickly, a breathy, "fuck this" escaping her thick lips, because she needs to see and touch all of you. Using her mechanical arm to swat at the contents of her desk, allowing the paperwork, the merchandise, and whatever else is up there at the moment to crash to the floor below because it doesn't matter right now. None of it is you. She forces you up onto the surface of her desk, wasting no time in getting your panties off of you, kissing down the length of your body as she lightly presses a finger to your pussy, starting at your leaking hole - a low chuckle leaving her as she feels you begin to clench around nothing- then trailing up your pretty folds until she makes contact with your already swollen clit. The way you squirm and twitch underneath her is enough for her to let out a groan, not giving you much warning before two of her thick fingers plunge inside of you.
"Shut it" she murmurs against your skin when you whine at the sudden fullness, and you're so good to her that you actually try - and fail - to keep quiet. Sevika doesn't actually expect you to succeed, but she loves watching you struggle to obey, sliding her fingers in and out of your drooling cunt at a faster pace the harder you try.
"Such a fucking slut, look at that..." she pulls her slick-coated fingers out of you, the emptiness making you whimper. Ever the sadist, she hears this and just like that her mechanical hand squeezes onto your thigh, keeping you in place as her real one lifts up slightly, the palm of her hand coming back into contact with your pussy with a smack. "I said keep that fucking trap shut."
In the end, though, it doesn't really matter what you do - biting your lip, clenching your teeth, hell, trying to cover your mouth with your hand - it doesn't work.
kingpin!Sevika who would overstimulate you until you were a mumbling, babbling, drooling little mess, ignoring the aching in between her own thighs and fucking into you with her fingers, rubbing the pad of her thumb over your clit with each hard thrust. After you've sufficiently begged her enough through your ragged breathing and incoherent words, she'll even let you have her mouth, flattening the pink muscle and dragging it up your slit before latching her soft lips to your sensitive bud, sucking on it. Your body jerks forward at the feeling, your hands knotting into her short black locks as your thighs press to the sides of her head. Despite how sensitive she's made you, you can't stop yourself from grinding yourself into her mouth, desperate for yet another release.
kingpin!Sevika who will force you by your pretty hair down off of the desk and onto your knees in front of her, peeling her own jeans and underwear off of her body, unable to take waiting anymore. She's not giving you much of a chance to recover from all the overstimulation, nor is she even going to let you go at your own pace. No. If there's one thing this woman loves doing its gathering all your hair up into her hand and pushing your face into her dripping cunt, rutting herself onto your tongue as you keep it out and flattened for her as instructed.
"You like when I fuck that slutty face of yours, yeah?" she'd cut you off before you got the chance to even try to answer, not that she'd even understand whatever muffled words youd attempt anyways. "Yeah you do, pretty girl - fuck - take it, baby, just like that..."
kingpin!Sevika who's a squirter for sure. You aren't coming back up from your knees without being fucking drenched in her juices and she loves every second of it. An even more cruel part of her wants to push your head to the ground and force you to lick up whatever you missed off of the floor, but she settles for making you clean it up off of her inner thighs, pulling you up for a hot, hard kiss when you're done.
kingpin!Sevika who literally will not let you leave her office until you're all cleaned up and taken care of. In stark contrast to how rough she was with you a moment ago, she'd treat you like a fragile little thing once it's all said and done. You aren't allowed to clean yourself off, no. that's her job. She's not letting you put your own clothes on, not without any help at least. And as much as she may threaten to "make sure you can't walk out of this office properly" she will hold you in her lap until you've somewhat regained your balance.
"You okay?" is likely the most you'd get out of her in terms of sweet words, verbal affection isn't really her forte, but her actions always show that she cares more than she lets on.
It's like this every time, Sevika gently rubbing your aching muscles and pressing gentle kisses into your skin as you come down from the intensity of it all, but she won't talk. Sometimes she even gets back to work while you recover, but she never asks you to leave. She doesn't want you to leave and both of you know that, but you've both decided that it's better left unsaid.
#lesbian#sevika arcane#sevika x reader#sevika smut#wlw#sevika#arcane#I think about her too much#☆kennie's works
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NSFW Masterlist Part 5
DC COMICS
Getting Handsy on a Mission with DC Characters
Soft Dom!Dick Grayson Talks You Through an Orgasm
Grinding on Jason's Thigh
First Night with Bruce, Dick, Jason and Oliver
MCU
Wolverine NSFW Headcanons
Edging and Overstimulating Peter Quill
Pietro Maximoff with a Baby Fever
Size Kink with M'Baku
Eddie Brock and Venom NSFW Headcanons
MCU Characters Having a Wet Dream About You
Sex Pollen Blurb with Feral Logan
Cockwaming Adam Warlock
GENSHIN IMPACT
Zhongli Makes You Beg
Mean Doms Scaramouche and Heizou
Dottore Reluctantly Giving Oral
Venti, Kazuha, Al-Haitham and Zhongli Reacting to You Having a Womb Tattoo
Genshin Men + How They Like to Fuck You
Ayato Kamisato Dry Humping with You
Genshin Men + Overstimulation
Genshin Men Being Needy for You
Gorou + Rope Bunny Reader
Genshin Men + NSFW Collage AU
Sending Nudes to Genshin Men
Genshin Men + Sex Toys
Shower Sex with Kaeya, Scaramouche, Ayato, Tighnari, Xiao and Zhongli
Itto Being Rough with You
Al-Haitham and Kaveh with an S/O Who is Clingy During Sex
Pegging Genshin Men
BLUE LOCK
Bachira Locker Room Blurb
Mikage Reo Cockwarming + Praise
Clingy Sae Itoshi Coming Home to You
Bachira Loving You Calling His Name
Kunigami Rensuke + Deepthroating
Rough Morning Sex with Bachira
Marathon Sex with Bachira
Using the Safe Word with Bachira
Jinpachi Ego + Orgasm Control
Reo Keeping You Quiet During Sex
Kunigami Rensuke + Overstimulation
Chigiri Eating You Out
Chigiri Using a Remote Controlled Vibrator on You
Chigiri Taking His Time with You
Mirror Sex with Chigiri
Blue Lock Team + Wedding Night Sex
Aftercare with Reo
Sending Nudes to Team Blue Lock
Bachira Makes Your Orgasm for the First Time
Shower Sex with Sae
Bachira Discovering Your Sex Toys
Sae Takes Your Virginity
Bachira, Sae, Rin, Kunigami and Reo when You Grind on Their Abs
Bachira and Rin Seeing You in Lingerie
Kunigami Fucking You in the Locker Room After Losing a Game
First Time with Bachira, Kunigami and Reo
Busy Boyfriend Rin Has Sex with You in the Hallway
ARCANE
Vi Accidentally Hurts You During Sex
Rough Sex with Ekko
Sub!Amab!Sevika + Cock Riding
Office Sex with Arcane Men
CHAINSAW MAN
Denji Getting Head for the First Time
Chainsaw Man Quartet Making You Moan
TWISTED WONDERLAND
Leona Kingscholar + Breeding Kink
Twisted Wonderland Men When You Go Feral
Twisted Wonderland Men Giving Oral
Make-up Sex with Leona
Twisted Wonderland Men Taking Your First Time
Overblot!Jamil Viper Overstimulating You
Leona, Azul, Malleus + Cock Riding
Malleus Keeps Breeding You After Someone Knocks at the Door
Trey, Cater, Vil, Malleus with an S/O who's Shy During Sex
Wedding Night with Ruggie, Floyd and Lilia
Punishment and Denial with Vil
Sex on the Beach with Cater Diamond
CALL OF DUTY
Threesome Blurb with Simon and König
Simon Giving You Creampies
Angry Sex with Simon
Group Sex with Simon, John, Konig and Alejandro
Task Force 141 + Long Distance Sex
Task Force 141 with an S/O who Massages Their Breasts
AVATAR
Avatar Men Being Able to Smell You when You're Horny
NSFW Alphabet with Miles Quaritch
Avatar Men Stamina Headcanons
Hand and Finger Kink with Avatar Men
Edging and Overstimulating Tsu'tey
Avatar Men Being Careful while Having Sex with You
Tsu'Tey in a Rut
Worshiping Tsu'Tey
Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Aonung Being Turned On
NSFW Letters I, J, N, V, X with Lo'ak
Avatar Men Eating You Out
NSFW Letters I, N, C and X with Aonung
Tonowari with a Breeding Kink
STAR WARS
Overstimulating and Blindfolding Hunter
Luke Skywalker + Enemies who Fuck
Din Djarin + Post Mission Sex Blurb
The Bad Batch + Where They Like to Come
JUJUTSU KAISEN
Jujutsu Kaisen Characters Fucking Your Mouth
Sukuna Puts a Collar on You
Friends with Benefits with Jujutsu Kaisen Characters
Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Kinks
#dc comics x reader#mcu x reader#genshin impact x reader#blue lock x reader#arcane x reader#chainsaw man x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#call of duty x reader#avatar x reader#star wars x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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Hello, my dear! Love that you/others enjoyed my thought and rambles! Speaking of emojis, because I'm a bastard, can I be 🍆 anon??? If that's taken, I could also go for 💦 anon?? Also, forgive me for any spelling errors, wrote this at 2 am
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Vee's Dom 2: Even More Rambling (because these idiots won't leave me alone)
- If their dom ever become famous, which is likely, and the fans create edits of them, the Vees would absolutely save those vids and watch them over and over again (Imagine walking in on them watching edits of you LMAO, or even you coming over to where they're sitting cause the sound keeps looping and it's obvious that they're watching the same video straight)
- Let's talk about the clothing situation here
* With Vox's freaky ass wanting to keep you close always, it's probably led him to steal your underwear, and might even wear it, but you'll never know. I can also see Val doing the same thing but being hella more shameless, enough to even show YOU that he's wearing them and if you want them back, you better take it off of him
* Velvette probably has taken more comfier clothes, things you would wear for staying in, like old shirts, band tees, or shirts that are well loved
* Valentino has tried, and failed, to return some of the clothes he took. It's kinda hard to take those clothes back considering they look more like rags with how many holes and substances covering it.
- With a built dom
* Velvette will "off-handedly" mention about creating clothes that cater to more muscle-y/bigger builds, and will insist that she needs you to model/do photoshoots for her (she's definitely not using this opportunity just to have more photos of you flexing in HD)
* Vox will 100% build you a personal gym in the tower, but said gym will be covered in cameras/cctvs, all pointed in different directions
* Val would ask you to train his actors, and he will watch supervise said sessions, just to make sure the actors do right (which is totally not a reason for him to watch you flex on his workers)
* Obsessed with pinning Vox to the bed, I bet he'd find it so fucking hot that everytime he tries to close his legs, we just pry them open.
- i know I've talked about punishments, but what about rewards??
* Letting Vox cum as much as he wants (though by the end of it, Vox might start to wonder if it's more of a punishment instead of a reward)
* Willingly let Velvette mess around with some of your clothes/putting you in different fashion designs/putting makeup on your face
* Dare I say even let Valentino call SOME shots during sex, again, SOME shots (do remind him that even if he tops you, he's still your bitch)
- Also rotting in my brain regarding these whores:
* what if you were more powerful in terms of magic/connections/influence/money? (I just know my problems would simply ✨ disappear ✨ if I had a muscle mommy/daddy)
* what if they met you via social media and they immediately hivemind that "yes, this is my dom, right here" ? Like let's say you're an entertainer/dancer right, and one of your viral vids had been a dance to don't go insane (it's the belt dance, boo if you're curious)
* Being in the limelight also means being in the subjective eyes of everyone, and I know for a fact that the Vees have a lot of haters/threats, but what if you protect them from it (bodyguard scenario????)
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I forgot to say this during my last ramble, but, If I may, I would love to absolutely read one of your takes regarding my sub!val ideas, but only if you want to/feel for it.
Btw, on a totally unrelated sidenote, I know the blog is primarily hazbin hotel, but I gotta ask, how we feeling about Arcane Sevika?? Cause I am feeling a lot (missing my muscle mommy as fuck bro)
Anywaaays, have a good day!
xoxoxoxo ❤️
This has been in my drafts for almost ALL WEEK and i’m finally coherent enough to give my thoughts!
Can I just say how much I love the Vees with a well built reader. Like I have no real character study-ish explanation for why in my brain i’m like “they’d be obsessed with that.” But I know for a fact it’s absolutely true.
I’m going to focus on your little side notes at the bottom though. So if they met you through social media I feel like you would definitely start off knowing Velvette first. But even before they start talking to you they would absolutely stalk your page and send fucking edits or something back and forth.
But the Vees with a very powerful reader is very interesting to me. Because like while yes, they’d love to be totally on top of hell, but it’s very convenient for them, and hot and hot and hot, to have your support. Because like super powerful big scary respected dom privilege mixed with their constant self entitlement and attitude? And if anyone says anything about it you fucking destroy their status, business, or hell, even them simply because you can. “Do you think you’ll kill for me one day?” “Yes, of course I will, my love” TYPE BEAT AHHH.
And that leads us to the bodyguard idea because jesus christ. Like this is literally such a mix of the well built buff reader and powerful one I just talked about. Also they would argue for your attention 1000% worse in this case.
ALSO CAN I JUST SAY, YOUR SUCH A BASTARD FOR LITERALLY BEING 🍆 ANON. you’re literally DICK ANON. are you proud 🤨🤨
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Arcane milfs when their girl gives them flowers 🥺🥺 it's their first receiving flowers (people expect the tops or doms/more masc to be the ones giving flowers and stuff) 🥺🥺
Arcane milfs when their S/O gets them flowers
SEVIKA sees herself as the provider and the protector in your relationship so she never expects to get anything back from you (aside from kisses and all that). When she comes home one night after work, the last thing she expects to see is you with a lovely bouquet of snapdragons. She thinks you're joking when you hand it to her and, with that sweet blush on your face, mumble about how you hope she likes them. Once Sevika's brain starts working after a minute or so, she sweeps you up into a hug, careful not to crush the beautiful flowers you gifted her. She often brought you flowers, whenever the two of you went on a date or as an apology when she spent too much time away at work. However, she never expected you to be the one to gift her a bouquet. You swear you can hear a small sniffle escape her as she holds you in her arms, breathing out a silent 'thank you'. You truly never fail to surprise her.
snapdragon has, throughout history, been known as a symbol of grace, strength and protection.
It's been a long day at work for GRAYSON, and the only thing getting her through it was the thought of holding you in her arms as soon as she got home. She trudges through your front door, putting on a smile as to not worry you and finds you in the kitchen. You startle when you see her, but quickly give her a loving hug and kiss, having missed her the whole day. She wishes to hold you there for a moment but you pull away, asking her to close her eyes and wait, because you have a surprise for her. Grayson does as you asked and patiently waits for you. Not even a minute later, she feels the light weight of something fragile and gentle settle into her open palms. When she opens her eyes, she's greeted with a lovely little bouquet of violets, the stems tied with a silky blue ribbon. She stares at them for a good minute, before letting out a small 'These are for me?', as if she can't believe it. Once you give her an excited nod, Grayson pulls you into a passionate kiss before pulling away, cupping your cheek and staring lovingly into your eyes. She gives you her utmost gratitude, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world to have such a caring and loving partner like you.
violets, although carrying many different meanings, usually stand for loyalty, enduring love and faithfulness.
When CASSANDRA enters her office, the last thing she expects to see is a bouquet of magnolias awaiting for her on her work desk. At first, she thinks it might be from some stuck-up noble trying to get a favor out of her but a quick glance at the attached card proves her wrong. Of course, no one else than her lovely partner (Y/n) would go through so much effort to make her day. You haven't seen each other in a while, due to her duties, but Cassandra feels touched to know that you're still thinking of her during your time apart. She spends the next hour admiring the flowers, gently caressing their delicate petals with her hands. Eventually, duty calls and she carefully puts the flowers in a vase, setting them down on her desk. Even as the work piles up and Cassandra works long into the night, she can't help a small smile from appearing on her face each time she catches a glimpse of the lovely arrangement you so thoughtfully gifted her. She vows to make it up to you as soon as she can, maybe a gateway weekend trip is in order for you two...
magnolias are most often associated with dignity, nobleness, purity and femininity.
AMBESSA is a partner who is very hard to surprise and you seem to take that as a challenge. You are far different than any partner she had in the past. You are selfless, pure and kind, always giving and giving without asking her for anything in return. She does try to spoil you as much as she can, showering you in gifts and granting you her undivided attention. And yet, you still manage to one up her. Your steps echo through the empty throne room and Ambessa can feel your presence behind her as she sits in her seat of state. You hug her from behind, pressing a kiss against her cheek as she hums and leans into your touch. You giddily hand her a bouquet full of dainty astrantia flowers. Ambessa looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of why you'd give her something like this. You simply explain that you wanted to surprise her by giving her something nice and that the flowers reminded you of her. A rare soft smile graces Ambessa's face as she takes out a single flower from the arrangement and tucks it behind your ear, her hand lowering to cup your cheek and bringing you into a loving kiss. You know how much she struggles with finding the right words but you don't need her to, the kiss and the gentle way in which she holds you say more than enough about how much she adores you.
astrantia carries the significance of power, courage and passion.
a/n: aaa this was such a sweet request, i hope i did it justice <3
#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane headcanons#arcane sevika#sevika x reader#grayson x reader#cassandra kiramman x reader#arcane grayson x reader#ambessa medarda x reader
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The Game
Pairing: Silco x f!reader
Masterlist
Summary: You and Silco like to keep things interesting by playing a game. Its your turn now, heat flares and tempers rise.
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: Established relationship, hints of smut, brief choking, mentioned degrading, tension? Elutions to sub!dom!silco towards the end.
I throw the doors to The Last Drop open, making my grand entrance.
Smoke billows out through the opening, it curls around my vision as it mixes with the impure air of Zaun and all heads in the club turn toward me.
An uscher of whispers rumble through the crowd and the music suddenly halts. A mans low whistle can be heard ringing out through the crowd, aswell as the consequent "ow" and "hush" as the man next to him elbows him in the side, giving him a stern look in warning.
I was off limits to everyone but one man, and that was considered common knowledge in Zaun.
I take a step inside, smiling devilishly, approving of the general public reaction.
I let the doors slam shut behind me, welcoming the familiar embrace of the murky, green tinted darkness of the club as it envelopes me. I gaze around the room, searching for him.
I am counting on him to be in his office already, as It was a crucial part of my plan for dramatic effect. And when married to a man like him, one couldnt help but look for him in every room you enter.
All that im met with though, is an array of mixed emotions, smiles, glances and a bunch of wide eyed men and women. The crowd was divided between those who, had they not know was good for them, would hollar and applaud my confidence or those who would be scared half to death and couldnt even dare throw a glance my way.
Most bastards, however. Had already let their slack-jawed chins hit the floor at the first sight of me, and oh . . . was I a vision to behold.
Everyone already knew who I was of course, my antics were not news to them, neither were the fact that I am wife to the infamouse Eye of Zaun.
So to explain the situation, Silco and I ha'd been playing a fun little game for some time, just to spice things up. We set two rules of outmost importance, no matter what, we had to follow them.
1. Prizes asked for must be given.
2. Revenge is always permitted.
Meaning whoever manages to outdo the others previous actions in boldness, audacity, mischief etc, wins whatever prize they desire from the other and whatever we did to challenge the other, we could always retaliate however we wanted and those asks had to be met
Usually when it was Silcos turn, he'd experiment, try something new, take me in the hall, in an alley, where anyone could see. Just for the thrill if it, because we can, because who would question him?
But as of late, work has been stressing him and hes been using me. He makes a public display out of me, showing everyone just who I belong to. A power play, of course, reinforcing his claim on me and putting on a show of his brazen nature as for Zaun not to forget who he is.
And he'd do it all with a ravenous gleam in his eye, enjoying every second of my embaressment. But god help any man who makes a remark or even looks at you the wrong way.
And since he has a reputation to uphold, an image to keep clean, being the crimeboss that he is, I had never been allowed to play our game in any type of crowded setting. He needed to be respected and more imporantly, feared. Meaning he could not be put into conpromising positions publicly. Privately was a whole nother situation.
But today, that would be coming to an end. I'd been forced to accept the situation since this whole thing came about, but he needed a reminder of who he married. Although I do not have as important of a position as him, my life did not begin when we married. I was someone before him and I am my own person still.
Blinded by love, and lust. I've let him do whatever he wants to me and although that can be a welcome notion betwix the sheets, it is not when he needs to make an example of someone, not anymore.
Sevika stood leaned against the stairrailings, watching my plan unfold, eyes wide. She sprung into action, ripping the jacket off the shoulders from the unsuspecting man next to her and rushes to cover me up.
She knows you're not the kind of woman who listens to anyone who tells you what to do, with the exception being Silco. And knowing she'd get hell from the man himself if she did anything else than try, she tries.
I reject the jacket of course, gently pushing her away from me. I clasp my hands behind me back and walk slowly towards the bar with her shadowing closely behind me in hope of hiding something from the crowd.
She lowers her head to my height, leaning closer to my ear, a shudder runs through me "He wont be happy" she snarles.
"I know" I answer nonchalantly. And a ghost of a smile flashes over her lips as she shakes her head and turns around, sighing.
I sit down on one of the stools by the bar, watching her as she makes her way upstairs. I order a whiskey and take a look around the room once again, noting all the stares.
"Cmon folks, he'll be down in a minute and you know better than to stare. Get back to it." I say in a low chuckle and they do just that, knowing the truth of my words.
Minutes later Sevika comes back down, she throws me a warning glance that tells me "not in the mood" and a new feeling begins to fester within me, uncertainty. I already knew he'd be cross when I schemed my little plan up, that was foreseen. But now?
I had no time to think of the consequences, because another set of footsteps could be heard a few paces behind her, slow and deliberate. He was already punishing me and I've yet to lay my eyes on him. My stumache flitters despite myself, longing to see how this plays out. Turbulence was to be excpected, but the rewards would be gratifying.
The crowd seems to have heard the destinctive sounds of Silcos footsteps aswell, as their attention turn toward the stairs.
Through the gloom of the lowly lit, smoke filled room, the glowing red of his cigar lights up his features, giving an earie glow to his eye. He looks mightly unimpressed, inhaling a puff of smoke his eyes scan the crowd, eventually settling on my form. Clad in nothing more than the crimson red lingerie that he bought me. He was already incredibly annoyed that you would compromise him like this, but seeing you in the set that he stressed were for his eyes only truly set him ablaze on the inside.
I swiwel the barstool so that I face him completley, the bartender slides my drink toward me and I grab it as I lean back against the bar, forearms supporting me. A pleased expressions washes over my face, this was a serious matter. But I should gloat whilst I still can.
He glares at me for a minute, the club is so silent you could hear peoples breathing, very shallow, careful breaths as they try to avoid catching his attention and possibly turning his displeasure onto themselves.
He takes in my appearance, looking me up and down. Sevika had not known the ordeal of this specific set of lingerie, so she had not conveyed its importance to him.
His patience usually wears thin, but seeing me in the lingerie he clearly told me were for him makes his blood boil.
Turbulence stirs within him, feeling incredible annoyance at your clear disobediance, but also a tinge of impatience to punish you especially since you did look brutally ravishing.
And as if his hair sences his stress, a greying strand of his magnificent hair falls over his eye. He sighs deeply, gathering himself before taking action, he catches the runaway strand by combing his free hand through his hair, placing it perfectly back with the rest.
He moves the hand holding his cigar, wafting it back and forth dismissively as he turns toward the people, adressing them "Avert you eyes ladies and gentlemen, that is my wife." he orders.
"Go ahead, leave, scram, flee." He makes a dramatic shooing gesture and announciates the last word, then taking another drag of his cigar.
He turns to Sevika "Make sure they understand that they did not see anything, then leave you too. No one is to be let in." she nods and posts herself by the door.
The people flock toward the exit, creating a bottleneck effect. Carefully, eagerly even, they follow Silcos directions reinforced by Sevika. They did not need to be told twice, they had already forcibly forgotten the incident and had no intention on stickning around to challenge his temper.
As the last of the crowd have left and the doors slam shut behind Sevika, its only the two of us left, so I stand to make my way to him.
"Stay." Silco says coldly, eyes snapping to me. A shiver runs through my body, I sit back down, crossing my legs, anticipation lining my senses as I smile at him.
We hold eachothers gaze "I missed you" I say.
"So I see" he responds, striding closer, one painstakingly slow step at a time and when hes finally close enough to touch I reach out to him, taking the lining of his tie between my fingers, softly tracing it down his chest, stopping at his vest button to undo it.
He snatches my wrist, holding it closer to him, inhaling the scent of my perfume, loving the way it mixes with the cigar smoke. He kisses my wrist before pinning it to the bar-counter behind me.
Not so easily discouraged, I lean closer to him in an atempt to steal a kiss off of those ruthless lips. I let my eyes fall shut and lean further in until I feel his breath on my skin as I've done so many times before. Heat flashes through me as I imagine the taste of him being less than a mere second away, but my expectations fall short as im met by the the savour of his cigar instead.
"Tsk tsk tsk" he shakes his head "Surely you wouldnt dream it to be this easy my dear?" His tone mocking.
I scoff in pretend defeat as I take the cigar from him, taking a drag and leaning back against the counter again. "I was only teaching you a lesson, husband." I sigh.
"Oh" he exclaims, his demeanor unclear. A mix of entertainment and frustration evidens in his voice "You're teaching me a lesson hmm?" His gaze hardens and an frustrated smile forms on his lips as he awaits my response.
"Naturally."
A gleam of irritation lights in his eye, he takes the whiskey from my hand, studying it carefully as if planning his next move. He takes a slow sip, "So.." he begins, carefully phrasing his words, "Would you like to tell me how come? Because frankly, my dear. Im at a loss here." Agitation evident in his tone.
"Truly?" I question, not sure if he actually wants me to answer that. "I love this little game of ours, it can be... Oh so thrilling" I sigh in reminiscence, thinking back to past adventurez when we've enjoyed eachothers rueful challenges.
"But I do not enjoy to be used as someones puppet, not even yours. You've turned this wonderful game of ours into a show of your power, using me. So, I wanted to teach you a lesson." I repeated myself, nonchalantly.
His gaze bores into my own, furious at your choice of handling the situation, but even more so because theres truth in your words. "I have a reputation." He spits the last word, "How will I be respected if I cannot controll my own woman?" He asks, frustrated.
I sneer, "You forget yourself Silco." Theres venom in my tone, "I may not be known as "The Industrialist" but I have a reputation of my own and it is time I reminded you of it. Zaun will not respect you more for treating me like shit, and your blatant audacity to feel bad for yourself is sickening." I state coldly, and he knows your right, yet he cannot help how your words irk him. His face burns hot with shame.
"Ive let you degrade me in front of thousands of people, just for you to earn your power." I spit back.
"But truth be told, husband. Youre not a king, nor a god, and people will understand that you cannot control me. Ive never been know as conceded woman and I believe I have made that clear today." I fix my gaze sternly on his, making sure hes understood. He glares back, nodding.
Certain hes seen my point, I ease up. Work has taken a toll on him as of late, thats not his fault, but how he chose to counteract it is.
I lean forward again, softening my gaze as I carefully stroke his scar and whisper "You might have chosen me as your bride, but I also chose you, you know."
He sighs, closing his eyes, the anger melting away from him as he remebers you when you first met, and thinks of the woman before him now. Hes loved every version of you that hes had to pleasure to know and hes been incredibly stupid to put you in such positions for his own gain, he will simply find others to make examples of. He meets your gaze again, defeated "Im afraid my dear girl, that you're right, my behavior towards you have been appaling. You win, this time." A releaved expression covers my face as I've gotten my point across.
"However," he says soflty placing both hands on either side of my face, cupping it "That wont stop me from earning my retribution, game rules." He points out, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as a hand slides one hand to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair, earning him a moan from me.
He strokes my cheek gently with the back of his free hand, then tracing his index finger along my jaw and ending it with a tap at the sharpest point under my ear, "Everything." He says concurrently with the tap.
He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear before continuing to trace his finger down my neck, following it with his gaze, he grabs my throat, squeezing lightly as he carefully yamks me closer to him, making me gasp, "Has." he punctuates, finger tapping again, this time on my artery.
He lets go of my throat an continues to trace his finger outward along my collarbone, stopping at my shoulder, "A." He taps again. Silent anticipation linger between us, as I wonder where this'll end.
He takes the crimson brastrap between his fingers, slowly sliding it off my shoulder as he traces it down to the cup, "Price." He ends, the tension between us culminating, as he taps one last time at the soft flesh of my breast.%I shiver runs along my spine, I lean into again, his lips a ghost on mine.
"Naturally" I whisper against his lips, feeling him smile.
His hands continue downward, coming to a stop at my hips, holding me in place as if I'd ever wish to be anywhere else and melting me completely with his sudden tenderness. But his grip hardens, ready to take what is his. And as much as I would love just that, I was not done and he knew it.
"But, I've yet to claim my price. Game rules." I state, he steps back, knowing that he has to abide by the rules. His eyes shift to mine, pleading and lust battling for controll. "Cruel, cruel woman" he whimpers.
One side of him is itching to do whatever he wants to you and the other begging for you to let him touch you. And you're about to make him beg for it.
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❥๑𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 — poly! renata glasc and sevika as girlfriends.
including: poly! sevika x renata x f!reader
— contains: fluff, sfw, poly! relationship, f!afab reader, jealousy, overprotection, possessiveness, praising, mommy/mistress honorifics.
— a/n: when's it going to be my turn though? also big thanks to my dad for giving me inspo for the traffic cussing!
𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚
❝and if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
i'ma give you the world
i'ma buy a diamond ring for you, i'ma sing for you
i'll do anything for you to see you smile❞
renata is a gentle dom. the owner of the glasc company ensures that all your needs are tended, affectionate and financial wise. surprisingly enough, ms glasc craves the more domestic aspects of a relationship: she is nurturing, family oriented, an excellent cook, and she will crave to assume the role of your provider. with her line of work, age, and obscene amount of money, she could say she had lived enough wildness in her life. not a party animal at all. at this point, she just craves someone who will hang her blazer after she comes back home after a tiring day at work and will kiss her softly on the lips. after, you’ll both have dinner and she will exchange small conversation, gentle touches as she tells you about her day.
“i did miss you quite a lot, my sweetheart. i am sorry i’ve been so busy lately, but you know nobody can do my job. i promise i will arrange some exclusive time for you. uhum…maybe a week off, how does that sound? oh, darling, i am not trying to charm you up…i am always charming, though. how about that beach trip you were dying for? how does that sound, princess?”
renata is a bear hugger. her strong arms and big breasts are the perfect combo for you to feel warm and safe. she loves to lift you off the floor and spin around with you while peppering your face with kisses. she particularly loves when you wear summer dresses with thin straps. the way the skirt flows like a princess’ and the softness of your skin warm up her heart to no extent.
it takes a while in the relationship for renata to say i love you, but when she does, you can be sure that it’s completely honest and from the bottom of heart. she will have no problem voicing her feelings, as her love language varies between words of affirmation and gift giving.
and speaking of gifts…ms glasc loves to see her darling dressed in her money. she will give you her cooperative credit card and allow you to buy whatever your little heart desires. fancy dinners, expensive jewels, best designer clothes, makeup, lux trips…expect all of that from her.
this woman definitely puts her hand on your thigh while she is driving with her free one on the steering wheel. she will lean in to steal a kiss from you whenever the traffic lights go red. and yes…she cusses people out.
"fucking idiot! you are the owner of the street, huh? your mother must be a whore! *honks furiously* anyway…ah yes, darling…i do find this skirt of yours adorable."
loves it when you call her mistress and mommy. it softens her heart and it's an effective way to get something from her. you know you're her weak spot.
renata is into a soft, gentle form of pda. she loves holding your hand or wrapping her strong arm around your waist while she's talking to her business partners. her grip on you is protective, possessive even…people must know you are her darling and that you matter to her before thinking about messing with you. because messing with you means messing with her. and trust me…
nobody messes with renata glasc.
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚
❝and if that mockingbird don't sing, and that ring don't shine
i'ma break that birdie's neck
i'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
and make him eat every carat, don't fuck with dad❞
sevika is a brute. in many occasions, she will answer you in a raspy, seemingly impatient voice. your bubbly personality doesn't conflict with her stoic one quite a lot. though that doesn't mean sev doesn't love you. it's quite the contrary, actually. you can see how she always softens up whenever you are in sight. in her own way, yes...but it's still special.
she loves taking you out with her during gambling nights, she calls you her little luck charm. you don't like being alone so much so when renata is working late, you adore accompanying sevika to the last drop.
"my girl gives me so much luck, eh? if y'all keep staring at her, it's gon' be easier money for me...but don't go too far, or you know what will happen to you. last i checked hospitals here sucked ass, so don't crave to get your face bashed in, or your eyeballs ripped out..."
she is so overprotective and possessive over you and everyone knows it. her arm is always tightly wrapped around you as you sit on her lap. you love to snuggle up to her strong chest while she gambles. sevika isn't the type of person who will kiss and coo at you, but you don't mind it, she shows her affection in different ways.
sevika always blows the smoke of her cigar towards the opposite side of your face and she's not letting you take a drag from it. this is bad for you. insist all you want, she's not having it.
"this shit ain't for you, doll face. i am tough, i can handle it. you ain't getting no cigar, they're bad for you. you want something, i can get you some cocktail, but nothing too strong."
if someone messes around with you, they're getting beaten up to near death...or death, she doesn't care. when this one guy began getting too handsy with you, she crossed the bar in huge steps and smashed his face against the nearest wall repeatedly. you can still hear the sounds of his flesh thumping into your mind.
"wanna act all mighty and funny, huh? pick someone your fuckin' size. she is with me, she is mine. y'all better start understanding this crap, I'm not having any of your shit. come, doll face, let's go home."
sevika lets you wear her cloke on cold nights so you wouldn't catch a breeze. if you teased her for it, she'd just roll her eyes and tell you to shut up before she takes it back. also loves it when you wear her shirts at home, this has her wipped in no time.
we can say she's your own soft brute.
𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 & 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚
renata's affectionate and sweeter way contrasts perfectly with sevika's practical and brute personality. with renata you'll get the gentler hugs and the forehead kisses, with sevika you'll get thrown over her shoulder and carried to the couch to sit on her lap while she counts all the money she made in the day.
"very charming, renata...but ya know, it's my turn with bunny now. ya took her out to dinner, nice, now we're having a couple drinks. come join us...got that dumbass top shelf wine you love so much."
renata being so good with words is a perfect trait for when you need a shoulder. when you have a bad day, she will put you on her lap and assure you how loved you are and how everything is going to be okay. her soft lips smooch the soft skin of your face as her strong hands caress your arms.
sevika, on the other hand, demands you to tell her who made you cry so she can fuck them up for you. well, renata would too, but she's more subtle about it and will do it in secrecy. sevika doesn't do secrecy. if you just need her company, she will play a card game to distract your mind and she'll even let you win just to see that smile on your face.
cuddling time is the best. your favorite position is laying completely on top of renata while sevika hugs you from behind. you love feeling their warmth. sevika does steal you from renata in the middle of the night and shushes you when you grumble.
dates you have include strolling at the park for fresh air, fancy restaurants and bars, movie nights, and renata's personal fsvorite: mall trips. this way she can spoil both of her darlings rotten.
oh fuck, when they are both feeling jealous of you, you'd better be prepared...they're both possessive women and sometimes they are difficult to deal with. sevika is direct and blunt about it, doesn't hide her jealousy. renata on the other hand is quiet, seemingly unbothered even...however, you know better. her eyes could swallow someone alive as she's the quiet type of angry. you know what she's capable of...specially with all that power and access to illegal chemicals and poisons.
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Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)
Chapter 2 of 5 - I Wanna Know What It’s Like
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Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW
Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.
AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here.
You’d like to think that after your unfortunate incident - that almost huge fuck-up- that you could have controlled yourself better in class going forward. But you did not. Your mid-lecture daydreaming shamelessly continued full force. Though, to give yourself some credit, you did at least keep your mouth and legs shut during your little fantasies.
There was just something about the way Professor Sevika responded to the fact that you were in your last semester. That, and the way she didn’t bring up how you had so blatantly and obviously been ogling her, touching yourself, and even moaned- out loud - at the sight of her. It all just had you wondering- what if she was interested too?
A new problem arose though; how to get her alone again, and for long enough to make any sort of headway. She taught another class not more than 10 minutes after yours, and always seemed entirely too busy- brows furrowed in concentration as she held her red pen like a knife and bled all over the papers she graded. All of them except yours, of course. Not one single red mark you’d proudly noticed.
Little did you know, those seemingly torturous papers would actually end up being the key.
“I’m in need of a teacher’s assistant for one of my lower level courses, so anyone interested in the position can come see me here when my last class ends tonight at 8PM.”
The way your eyes had lit up at that perfect opportunity, there was no denying you’d be offering yourself up for it. Only issue was, would you have the courage to show up and ask for it?
As it turned out, you were able to muster the courage. Liquid courage that is.
So that night you strode down the dark streets that led from your apartment to the campus feeling brave enough to do damn near anything. Unfortunately, you hadn't considered the fact that you may have had a bit too much bravery.
You stumbled into her office, far more inebriated than you were when you'd left your apartment, but also blissfully unaware of just how bad off you were. You may have been walking crooked and stumbling over your own damn feet, but in your mind, you felt you were strolling towards your professor with well-placed confidence and coolness.
Professor Sevika raised her head from the pile of papers sitting on her desk to watch you from over the rim of her glasses. A single brow raised when you did, in fact, trip over your own feet. You caught yourself, but far less graceful than your alcohol-addled mind led you to believe. She certainly noticed though, brows furrowing in concern.
As you staggered over to her desk, a bright- albeit sloppy- smile plastered to your face, she simply gazed up at you with an unreadable expression. The moment you opened your mouth to speak- or more like slur- she removed her glasses and regarded you with open disappointment.
"I'm here to apply for the missshionary posssishun– I mean I want to be your T'n'A– I mean I’d like the TA posssishun." You finished your nonsensical, should-be-embarrassing, run-on sentence with a flash of pearly white teeth as if you’d just knocked that request right out of the ballpark.
Professor Sevika merely deadpanned, staring up at you with the most unamused expression.
And yet, you took no notice. Simply continued to smile down at her and await her answer.
“Sit. Before you fall down,” she finally stated.
You glanced to your right side and found nothing, then turned and glanced behind you before finally turning to her with a puzzled look.
She nodded toward your left side and sure enough you discovered a chair close enough you could have easily seen it from your periphery if you’d been in better shape. You laughed awkwardly- a rather unladylike snorting sort of laugh- and then took your seat, nearly falling off the edge of it as your aim was wildly off.
She met your gaze with narrowed eyes and asked, “You’ve been drinking haven’t you?”
Was it that obvious?
It most certainly was.
You nodded, sobering up a bit at the sudden realization that you were likely making an absolute fool of yourself in front of your crush– your professor.
Smile now replaced by a somber expression, you watched your professor pinch the bridge of her nose.
Shit.
You royally fucked that up. Disappointed her with your inappropriate and irresponsible behavior. Again. But this time, you know she’s aware of what you’d just said and done.
You quickly tried to come up with an excuse, an apology, anything to undo the damage done. Before you could think of something, she spoke up again, and it was not at all the angry scolding you expected. You’d seen her more than once chew out your fellow classmates for doing something far less idiotic. Yet, for whatever reason, she wasn’t furious with you.
“How did you get here?” she asked calmly, face still hung low as she continued to massage the bridge of her nose.
Her cute nose. So boopable. Kissable. Rideable.
Your thoughts were drifting again and you inwardly scolded yourself. You needed to focus. You needed to listen to what she was saying and think really hard about your responses.
How did you get here?
That’s easy enough.
“I walked.”
She finally raised her head to eye you incredulously. “Well, I’ll be driving you back to your place.” She turned away for a moment to grab something from her bag and handed you a cold bottle of water. “Here. Drink.”
You obediently took the bottle with a murmured, “Thank you,” before chugging down half the bottle.
Professor Sevika turned away again to start packing up her things while you nursed the rest of your water.
“I’m guessing this means I don’t get the teacher’s assistant position?” you asked glumly.
“No. You do.”
You replayed her response in your head several times, unsure if you’d heard her correctly. “I do get to be your assistant?”
“You’re the only one who has asked.”
“Oh.” Not exactly the reason you’d hoped for.
“And the only one I’d want to fill the position,” she added.
Your eyes flew wide open, your smile even wider. “Really?!”
“You’re the only one in my class with any amount of true interest,” she replied. With her back still turned to you as she slipped her laptop into her briefcase on the floor, she murmured, “-or brains.”
You weren’t sure if that last bit was meant for your ears, but you were downright thrilled that she thought so highly of you, even after several horrible mishaps. “Thank you so much!” you exclaimed, barely able to contain your excitement.
“Mhm,” she hummed before putting ehr glasses back on and rising from her seat.
And fuck, you knew she was tall, but up this close, while you were still seated, she absolutely towered over you. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice how your eyes damn near turned to hearts as she regarded you.
“Now let’s get you home. Do you live on campus?”
“No, I-” your response cut short when you attempted to stand- a bit too quickly- and nearly tipped over, disoriented by the room suddenly starting to spin. Something warm and strong caught you by your forearm before you could go down. After several blinks, your eyes focused in on the fingers that grasped your arm- very long and thick fingers.
Oh dear god.
Your already flushed cheeks burned hotter as you peered up at your professor. Again, you expected her to be angry with you, but you could have sworn her brows were furrowed in concern rather than the typical irritation.
“Sorry,” you said sheepishly.
“Just hold on,” she replied and slowly released your arm.
It took a moment for her words to fully register, your eyes glued to the large bicep purposefully held out before you.
She wanted you to hold onto her arm? While she walked you to her car?
That night just kept getting surprisingly better and better.
You grasped her arm, just below her bicep, not so much out of respect and decorum, but because there was no way your could fit your fingers around it well enough to hold on. However, that didn’t stop you from intentionally placing a finger close enough the feel the bulging muscle flex as she bent her arm.
“I have an apartment just along the outskirts,” you finally managed to answer as Professor Sevika slowly guided you out of the classroom. It took every ounce of effort to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not on the feeling of her soft, warm skin or taught muscles. Or how good she smelled- like warm spices and smoke. Or how fucking close she was to you.
“You walked all that way by yourself, this late?” she asked, breaking you from your thoughts.
“Yea. I mean- I drank so…” you trailed off, once again feeling utterly foolish for getting plastered just so you could ask her to let you be her TA.
“Because you’re afraid of me?”
Briefly forgetting you were still inebriated, you pivoted your head far too fast to stare up at her in disbelief. Everything went topsy turvy again, but you clung to her arm tighter and managed to keep yourself upright. As your vision cleared, you were surprised to find her watching you from her periphery with what you assumed was curiosity.
How could she possibly think you were afraid of her? Sure the other students were scared. Sure she had a terrifying aura about her. A tendency to be very strict. Wore an almost permanent death glare. But that was all intriguing and thrilling to you.
“No. Not at all. Well, not afraid of you directly. Just afraid you’d say no.” you admitted.
She fixed her gaze ahead again. “Hm. Well, it’s dangerous for a young woman like you to be walking alone at night.”
It was your turn to furrow your brows.
Like you?
“What do you mean, like me?”
“Pretty.”
You nearly tripped at hearing that one simple word. Did she really just call you pretty?
That heat made it’s way back to your cheeks yet again, but this time it was also accompanied with butterflies in your stomach. You searched those lovely gray eyes of hers for any form of physical response to dropping that compliment. In that moment you would give anything to be completely sober, because you couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you or if she really had just glanced down at you with a tiny smirk.
Fuck.
For the entirety of your walk to her car, that one word replayed in your head over and over again, in her voice. That beautifully deep, rich voice that you swooned over at every lecture.
Pretty.
Just when you thought you couldn't swoon any harder for her, she opened the car door for you and very carefully helped you sit down with a hand firmly pressed against the small of your back. Then came the icing on the cake; she leaned across you to buckle your drunk ass in, her bicep brushing across your chest and her soft, dark hair tickling your face. You took a deep breath through your nose and nearly moaned as her scent filled your head. Or at least you thought you didn't actually moan, but when she straightened back up and regarded you with a raised brow, you weren't so sure. Not only that, you found yourself… distracted . Her height and slight leaning position left her chest directly at your eye-level, and god damn she had that cursed burgundy blouse unbuttoned just enough to give you more than just a teaser.
"You alright?" She asked.
Yes. No. Ask again later.
You managed to draw your attention away from the display, hopefully without being caught gaping- again, and peered up at her with what you prayed was an innocent and naive expression. "Yes?"
"You're sweating-" she explained. Her gaze dropped from your forehead to your chest. "-and breathing heavy."
Sure enough, you could feel the sweat the moment you wiped the back of your hand across your forehead. You knew damn well it was from a combination of nervousness and excitement, particularly at that moment over the fact that her fucking beautiful tits were in your face, but you weren’t ready to tell her that just yet.
“Too much to drink,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Cleary,” she huffed, and before you could process that as a possible joke- something you never thought you’d hear from her- she completely halted your thought process with another word. “There’s no need to be so nervous around me, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart? SWEETHEART?!
Thankfully for you, she immediately stood to her full height and walked around the car, thus missing how your eyes damn near popped out of their sockets.
Clearly, there was something going on between you two. Clearly, she liked you as more than just her best student. Clearly .
By the time your professor had gotten herself into the driver’s seat and buckled in you had managed to school your expression, at least as best as you could given your still partially drunken state.
Unfortunately for you, the drive back to your apartment was quick, leaving you no time to actually hold a conversation with your professor. However, it did provide you enough time to sober up a bit more, or so you thought.
Professor Sevika was at your door and opening it before you could even manage to unclasp your damn seatbelt.
Once free you turned to not only find her waiting, but her hand extended for you to take. You all but beamed up at her over the chivalrous gesture. “Thank you, professor.”
“Outside of class you can just call me Sevika.”
First name basis too?!
“Thank you, Sevika,” you clarified with a smile as you took her hand- her noticeably large, strong, and warm hand. God, her fingers were so thick too. Your mind strayed again, wondering what it would feel like to have those fingers trail down your body. To have them sink deep inside your–
You were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as Sevika pulled you to your feet, and she was either even stronger than she looked, or you were still a bit tipsy, or both. The next thing you knew, you had your face wedged between your professor’s cleavage and your free hand firmly planted against one of her breasts to catch yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and prayed you didn’t do the same thing with your hand. It was tempting though. Her breasts felt so wonderfully soft against your cheeks and beneath your hand. Without a second thought, you inhaled deeply, her scent leaving your mind in a pleasant haze.
The feeling of Sevika’s arm wrapped around your back, holding you upright, should have been your queue to extricate your face from her chest, but instead, you took it as her holding you closer. At least until she hoisted you upright herself.
“Let’s get you inside,” she murmured as she easily turned you around and wrapped a hand around your lower back and waist.
As disappointed as you were to have been pulled away from that lovely position, you were happy to find that even after yet another embarrassing falter, Sevika still didn’t appear angry when you peered up at her. Or at least not angrier than usual. She just looked determined.
At the door to your apartment, she glanced down at you, her dark brows furrowed. “Can you make it inside on your own?”
“I think so,” you replied and immediately regretted it. That had been your chance to get her inside, but you still had enough liquid courage in your system to try one other thing before she left.
You turned to face her, a coy smile on your face as you peered up at her through your lashes. “Thank you, Sevika,” you said sweetly before reaching up on your tiptoes to give her a kiss on the cheek. With your eyes closed, you weren’t expecting the large hand to be firmly pressed against your shoulder, halting your advances. Confused, you opened your eyes to give Sevika a questioning look.
Stoic. Of course that’s all she gave you. Unreadable but rock-hard. You let yourself lower down onto the flats of your feet, but not without giving her a good dose of your best pouty face.
“Can’t I give you a kiss?”
“No.”
“But I thought you liked me. You said I was pretty, called me sweetheart, opened the door for me, said I could call you by your first name- all of that! So why can’t I kiss you goodnight?” You knew in the back of your head, the part that wasn’t so stupidly intoxicated- both literally from the drinks and figuratively from this woman’s… everything- that those points alone were not reason enough to believe she would allow such an act from her student. Yet, at the same time, you felt you’d been toyed with. That she’d intentionally led you on only to deny you.
“You know why.”
You did, but that didn’t change a damn thing in your mind. You’d been rejected. That fucking hurt.
“But you do like me?” you pressed.
“Goodnight,” she said with finality before turning and heading for her car, leaving you standing there utterly dumbfounded, insulted, and peeved. Yet as you turned to unlock your door, noticeably more sober, you were already thinking of ways you’d get back at her, get her attention. How you’d get her to break and give in.
Your lips curled into a sly smile as you made your way to your bedroom. You had a few ideas.
After stripping down to just your underwear and crawling into bed, your mind immediately went back to her hands. How good they felt when she wrapped them around you to hold you up, or when she took your hand to pull you to your feet.
With your eyes closed, you slowly ran your hands down your body, imagining they were hers. Your back arched off the bed as your- no- her hands cupped each breast, fingers rolling over the already hardening peaks. Then one hand slid lower, over your abdomen, fingers slipping beneath the band of your underwear to tease at your entrance.
You were already so wet. Two fingers easily slid inside, but you imagined they were just one of her thick, long fingers. You tried, but failed, to stifle a moan as you pictured her face over yours. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t even begin to fathom just how good it would feel to really have her touching you.
Sleep took over your mind quickly, before you could even finish yourself off, leaving just one final thought on your mind.
I wanna know what it’s like.
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heyy i have a request: so can u do sevika punishes reader by only using toys because she went out in a short skirt and revealing shirt??🫡✨
This gave me bratty reader vibes so that’s the theme of these headcanons. I took some creative liberties with this one, I hope you like it!
Warning: Brat tamer Sevika, Spanking, fisting, deepthroating, soft Sevika, Mommy Dom Sevika, Reader and Sevika have a safeword in all of my imagines, it’s all consensual
Sevika wouldn’t be wholly controlling of what you wear. If that’s your style she wouldn’t expect you to change, she’d just have to make it extra fucking clear that you were off limits to others. If it’s not your usual attire, she’d keep a close eye on you whenever you're out, and maybe her mouth will twist downwards in displeasure when you announce that this is what you’re wearing out but she wouldn’t scold you for it. She’d tell you that you look beautiful, like always, and silently groan at the thought of how many fights she’s going to start tonight
But, let’s say you’re wearing it specifically to get a reaction out of her. Sevika’s too bright to not notice you intentionally flirting or bending over in front of others unnecessarily. So while you’re heading home, a cheeky smile on your face while you cling to Sevika’s arm that has freshly bruised knuckles, she asks you what exactly you want.
You’re sure you’re gonna get it when you get home, but when she goes to make dinner as you go through the door you ask, “Aren’t you going to punish me?”
When Sevika freezes, you know it came out a little more enthusiastic than you intended. She turns on you with a raised eyebrow, lips slightly turning upwards as she fights a smile.
“Why would I punish you? It’s not like you disobeyed me.” Her eyes narrow on you anxiously fiddling your hands and she allows that smirk to slowly spread across her face.
“Well, I wore this outfit?” You try, only to elaborate as she raises an eyebrow again and gives a little head shake at you. “I mean, I shouldn't have worn something so revealing.”
Sevika approached you slowly while you gave her your pitiful explanation, stopping in front of you when she could reach out a hand and cup your face, tilting it upwards to accentuate the height difference.
“Again, you didn’t intentionally disobey me. You can wear what you want.” Your face puckers in annoyance as you catch onto her teasing. A thumb brushes over your cheek with a chuckle from her. “You’re a good pet, aren’t you? You wouldn’t intentionally wear a slutty little outfit, bend over in front of strangers, or prompt them to feel you up, right?”
Her voice hardens with each word, the grip on your face becoming a little tighter. A sigh of relief nearly escapes you.
Finally.
The thing with Sevika is she catches on quickly. She knows when you’re acting out for a punishment, whether that be a spanking, a rough fucking until you nearly break, or both. Sevika, bruised and tired and a little grumpy that she couldn’t have a night off, isn’t going to give you what you want. Since you want her hands on you so much, she deprives you of that. The brief contact she gives you only lasts long enough to tie you to the bed and attach a vibrator to your thigh. She spends the night relaxing, enjoying the show of you begging for her touch, begging her to cum, only for her to deny you of both.
You clearly need some obedience training, so she works on that with you.
Training started in the bedroom with a bullet vibrator. The faster you responded to commands, the shorter the time she deprived you of those delicious vibrations against you. If she told you to lick, your lips had better be on her skin, whatever’s closest to you. Up can either mean trail your lips up until she tells you enough or that’s good, or it can mean you need to get off her lap because she’s getting up. If it’s the latter, she’ll usually pair it with a gentle smack to your thigh. A short, sharp whistle is to get your attention and usually means you’re bratting too close to the sun and her patience is running low.
See below for what happens when you ignore her commands
Sevika is anything but predictable. She’ll figure out exactly what you want and make sure you don’t get it. She catches on to how eager you are to be over her lap, how you present your ass to her with more enthusiasm than she’ll allow.
“You want me to break you, baby? Okay.” And she’ll start working her fingers into you. The most she’s ever got is three of her thick digits inside so you’re a little concerned when she works a fourth one in. Cold lube drips down your ass and onto her fingers when you feel her thumb prodding at your hole that’s currently stretched beyond what you’re used to. She’s patient and gently works you open until her whole hand is inside you and you’re wailing, because it’s too much, too much, too much. Her metal arm holds you tight and prevents you from squirming away as she wrings orgasms out of you until your brain melts out of your ears, and then she’s asking you about the rules and what her commands mean, making you recount all of them because she’ll only stop when you repeat them to her correctly.
You’re so full, too full for how oversensitive you are and how she flutters her fingers inside you teasingly. That arm of hers has an unbreakable hold on you from where you’re laid across her lap, heaving like you’ve ran a marathon and only just recovering your sight from your last orgasm.
“Please, Sevika, please-” You can’t articulate much more than that and she thankfully cuts in.
“You want to stop?” You nod your head frantically, falling for the false comfort as her metal claws run across your sweaty hair. The fingers inside you flutter again and you nearly jolt off her lap, kept in place by metal ones around the back of your neck. “Let’s go over the commands again, to make sure this lesson stuck.”
Damn her, those fingers go to that swollen, spongy spot she’s been abusing and using to make your ears ring.
“I can’t- I can’t focus-”
“No? Then maybe you will when you come again.”
If you’re back talking her or aim a nasty expletive her way, your mouth is getting washed out. Whether it be with her cum or lube, she’ll give it some use. If it’s the former, she’s sitting on your face until you go red. If it’s the latter, she’s slathering it on a dildo and deepthroating you, making sure she gets far down in there to really clean it out.
She always keeps you on your toes so you’ll never know how she’ll react. When you’re giving her a particularly nasty attitude, she’ll see right through you. Your snark and sass are your defense for when you’re feeling neglected or when you’re aching for a bit of structure in your life. Instead of pulling you over her knee, Sev will cup your face and coo at you, tone soft no matter how much attitude you throw at her, and coax you into telling her what you want. Your confession is rewarded and she fucks you good, and you’re infuriated with the way she kisses your face as she does it. She’s successfully broken you out of your fit with loving touches even as she’s pounding into you hard. You fell for it, being her good little pet and letting the facade break away and damn if that doesn’t bring frustrated tears to your eyes.
It’s the hardest you've came and you’re humiliated.
“See? I can take care of my baby. There’s no need to be a brat.” Another deep, hard thrust before she pulls out gently, like you’re made of glass. Like you hadn’t been purposefully making her angry all day. Tears well in your eyes at the guilt and you decide that perhaps this is the worst punishment she could’ve given you.
“I know, I know, you poor thing. Have I not been giving you enough attention?” Her softness pushes those tears until they overflow and she has to kiss them away with maddening sweetness, knowing damn well she’s been giving you plenty of attention, or as much as she can between work. You’re situated to where she can bring her flesh hand to your head and cradle you to her breast as those hard thrusts slow when you come down from your high. “It’s okay, Momma’s here.”
“Such a good pet for me. See where it gets you when you ask nicely?”
You’re incredibly well behaved for the next few days, lest she break you with that honeyed attention again.
Sometimes not giving you what you want is the way she decides to go and instead of giving you the punishing sex you need, she takes you apart with gentle touches and slow lovemaking for hours. You’re crying for her to push you until you break but she mockingly shakes her head at you, saying she knows exactly what her baby needs.
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Drabble request:
Not sure why I'm sending this anonymously. You know who this is. Feel free to call me out and tease me mercilessly. Also this was technically your idea, but I demand it (please!) in drabble format.
Sevika loses a bet w/ reader, resulting in Sevika having to don a sexy maid dress while dusting Silco's office (while he's present ofc, because duh!). This may or may not lead to Sevika taking out her anger and embarrassment on reader via sexy times.
Please and thank you! 🖤
I'm dying with joy that I get to do this. Based upon THIS art.
Sevika and reader from @abitohoney 's fic Submit which just updated with Chapter 9 today! (Existing consensual sub/dom relationship, bondage, rough foreplay, spanking)
Sevika x Fem!Reader slightly NSFW
"No."
"Yes!"
"No. Absolutely not. You cheated!" For as long as you'd known her you'd never seen fear touch Sevika's face, never once known those grey eyes of hers to fill with panic like they were in this moment. She was trying to cover it up with her habitual gruffness and rough temper but that façade had slipped and clattered to the floor as those wide pewter eyes flicked from her cards to yours and back again over and over. Willing herself to be having some kind of stroke or delusion.
"Cheated how? I'm naked. You've won every hand. Just not this one." This wasn't exactly the outcome you'd envisioned when you'd suggested the pair of you play strip cards after she'd begrudgingly taught you her favorite game. This was even better.
Sevika stood and for a second you felt sure she was going to kick the chair she'd sat in at the wall. Her panicked rage had you grinning all those perfect, white, Piltover dentistry teeth up at her as you leaned back on the bed, unabashed in all your naked glory, knowing it was just one more twist of the screw. She'd been a single hand of cards away from winning some truly wicked favors from you. And lady luck had instead finally deigned to kiss your cheek instead.
"I am not. I am not doing this." She fumed, staring at you. Delicious, delectable to watch pleading seeping under the bravado of trying to boss her way out of her loss. Like if she couldn't intimidate you out of collecting your due then she might actually be willing to beg. Now that was an interesting notion. Her on her knees for once instead of you. Hm. Nah. You wanted to see this happen. Time to cut your lovely brute down to size a little.
Besides, a touch of humility never hurt anyone. You should know, she'd sure given you a healthy dose or twenty of your own.
"Renegging on a bet?? You know... I heard that's real frowned upon in The Last Drop. I remember the last guy who did that... oh man. What happened to him again? Oh yeah. Lost the use of his left nut. Tch. And now no one will let him in so much as a wager on the weather let alone play cards with him. Given your lack of uh... nuts... and the fact this was a private game I'm sure that the regulars won't try anything drastic. Plus you could take em all anyhow. But. Oh man... Think of the stain on your reputation? Sevika lost fair and square and then she refused to pay up - "
"Enough." Silco's second snapped, throwing up both hands in exasperation. As irritated as ever with your stream of consciousness overflowing its banks. "For the love of Janna, just. Stop talking. I'll do it."
The smile you offered her was sweet as a slice of peach pie as you rocked knees open and closed in a slow butterfly. Just to tease. Then slid to the edge of the bed and began pulling articles of your clothing back on.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sevika’s boots came to a stop in your line of vision on the floor, the toe of one settling over your discarded pants.
“Getting dressed, duh. You lost sweetheart. Everything. That’s what double or nothing means. Not my fault I didn’t have double the clothes to take off for you. Now.” You gritted teeth and yanked those pants out from under her boot, pitching back on the bed as they finally gave into your hands. “I got a little purchase to make for you.”
The bruiser groaned and dropped back into her seat, elbows upon those thick thighs that you so adored, head in her hands.
For a split second you wanted very badly to take pity on her. To leave off getting dressed and go over, cradle her face up and try, just try to kiss her if she’d let you. Tell her you’d let her slide if she’d only be sweet to you tonight. Nah. You hopped up and into those tight pants, jumping a little for joy and a little to get them over your hips. Pulled on top, grabbed boots, knives and wallet and headed for the door.
“Be back soon!”
She dropped her hands to watch you yank the door open, pause and blow her a kiss. Pale teeth bared in a silent snarl behind those pretty dark lips.
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The blessed silence of an uneventful evening had settled over Silco’s office, left him to his work in peace for once. No fires to put out either literal or figurative, no irritating interruptions or minor inconveniences his underlings ought to be able to handle on their own but somehow always needed his attention to resolve.
A forgotten cigar smoldered in the ashtray, nearly an inch and a half of cylindrical ash at the end of it, cherry fitfully ready to extinguish from neglect as the thin wisps of smoke curled upward in pungent incense as his pen scratched away on the paper. The door to the office creaked open and he only cast it a passing glance.
Stopped. Looked up again.
Sevika was edging in the half opened door, acting like she’d use the bulwark of it as a shield for as long as humanly possible before she had to come all the way into the room. It was safe to say in all the time he’d known Sevika - pretty much the entirety of their adult lives at this point - he’d not once, never, known a single moment his second in command had worn a dress.
Let alone one black, exceedingly short, puffy sleeved, frilly with stiff crinoline, cut low in front and...yes. With a little white pinafore apron. Even her dark hair, which he largely suspected she frequently cut herself with a knife slightly too dull to do the job properly, even her hair had been brushed to a high gloss sheen and done back in her habitual half up style with a plush lacy white bow. Muscular legs remarkably handsome in dark stockings with their suspenders peeking out from under crinoline fluff, and the uncomfortable clomp of high heels.
She held a feather duster in one hand with the mien like she’d find a way to make a weapon of it somehow.
Steel grey eyes refused to meet his, trained on the far corner of the room, like she’d just ignore his presence entirely. He knew her better though. And teal eye narrowed as she inevitably snuck a glance at him that quickly flitted away hard and fast. Just enough time to arch one dark brow at her before she shut the door.
His blind reach for the whiskey glass was slow, the kind of unhurried movement one might use in order not to startle a wild animal, and he brought it to his mouth as mismatched gaze tracked her. Noted her resigned sigh before the graceless clomp in those heels toward his chifforobe and bookcases. And she began to dust with that feathered little mop. Dust like she’d prefer to set the whole office on fire instead.
And Silco went silently back to his paperwork. Pen scratching away studiously as she slowly made her way around the room. Dusting. Respectful silence strained to the snapping point until...
“Lost a b-”
“Yes of course I lost a bet.” She cut him off sharply.
Watched his head tilt slightly as he kept eyes on the papers in front of him. Could feel him failing to repress a snide grin she couldn’t see from this angle half behind him. Clomp clomp clomp. The rest of the ‘dusting’ was done in a hateful hurry, practically knocking over a lamp and various other trinkets in her desire to just be done with this humiliation.
To his credit Silco managed to wait until she’d sashayed her clomping way out and shut the door behind her before resting his forehead on fingertips and letting teal eye shut as shoulders lifted in perfectly silent mirth. He had a good inkling exactly who was the winner of this little wager - and good on her. He’d never thought that mouthy little Piltie runt of an assassin would have had in in her... but then again. Well, it was good to know your employees. Have a grasp of their capabilities. He sorted through the pile of books to one side of his desk, pulled a ledger free and flipped it open, made a notation on a page and then flipped it shut. Thought for a second and then opened it again, to a page much closer to the front. Made an entirely different notation on this one and smiled thinly to himself.
Good for her.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Ugh, to have been there! A fly on the wall. That was the only thing you regretted in all this; that you had to satisfy yourself with imagining exactly what was going down in Silco’s office right now. Sevika would never give you the scoop on what went down and you certainly would never ask the boss how he liked having his office cleaned as a result of your little bet.
So you lay back on your bed, hands laced behind your head, one leg propped and bouncing on the bent up knee of the other, grinning like an idiot at the ceiling as you enjoyed each possible scenario that could be happening. Except for the ones where your little prank got Sevika fired. Silco may be a terrifying, violently tempered bastard but you’d seen and heard enough to know the boss also had a rather surprising wicked sense of humor, particularly when it came to the humiliation of others. Besides, Sevika was his right hand and he was no fool. She’d be fine.
Your door opened and slammed shut, jerking you out of your happy reverie with a little jump to find Sevika glowering at you, stance spread, feather duster gripped like a knife, expression black as a thundercloud.
She kicked her heels across the room hard enough they left twin little dents in the wall.
Hands slid from behind your head as you propped yourself up on elbows and offered her your biggest, shit-eatingest grin. She pointed the feather duster at you, sterling eyes narrowed sharply.
“Not one bloody word.”
“How’d it go?” You ignored her command delightedly. Had her snarling and advancing on you.
You scrambled, trying to get off the bed and make a break for it. Yelping as she got hold of your ankle and dragged you back, flipped you on your stomach and pinned you down, one knee to the small of your back.
“How’d it go?” She mimicked you with a high little irritating voice, and you could feel her shifting over you as you struggled, weight pressing you ever harder into the mattress. A second later that white pinafore and its long ribbons were winding around your wrists and then looping them together to the headboard, punishingly tight.
“You have any idea how long it took me to build the reputation I have in this organization? How much shit I have to take on a daily basis? No of course you don’t little brat. All you do is run that mouth of yours and occasionally get real stabby when Silco needs someone killed quick and doesn’t care how messy it is.”
“Hey now-!” Look she could be mad, but you were good at your job too.
Sevika’s mouth was next to your ear in a heartbeat and she had it in her teeth. Crushing the tender shell of it, tugging like she’d bite it off.
“If you’re smart, princess, you’ll shut the hell up. Right now.” She snarled, never once releasing that bite until you whimpered a mute agreement, unable to even nod with the grip her teeth had. They released and you gasped against the flooding fire of delicious pain left behind.
The weight of her knee left the small of your back and you could hear the snap of suspenders as she yanked stockings off, only to use each one to tie round an ankle of yours and lash them to the foot of the bed, spread eagle lower half.
Only then she got up off the bed and shed the rest of that silly maid outfit, had you groaning as she flung it on the floor. She really had looked adorable in it. Just... the kind of adorable of an apex predator in pink bows. Deadly cute. The open flat of her hand caught the curve of your ass a sharp slap. Hard and sudden enough to have you nearly swallow your tongue, and thank fuck it wasn’t her prosthetic hand she’d chosen to spank you with.
You’d elected to await her return in the cheekiest pair of simple black underwear you had and your usual dark shirt. No bra. Comfy. Unfortunately also excellent target practice for that open palm of hers as she took the edge off by absolutely whaling your backside until you were struggling to escape each new slap, skin hot fire gone from pink to hot flush red you could feel. Bottom on absolute fire. Her final slap had tears stinging your eyes as you writhed forward with a keening little strangled noise.
“Don’t go soft on me, princess.” She murmured overhead, hand reaching to take a generous grasp of one burning cheek and kneed the sting of it slowly. Damn you, you lifted into it, trying to peek over a shoulder at her, caught her smiling darkly and knew you were well and truly fucked. Still, unwilling to break that command not to speak. You liked having two ears, thanks.
“You aren’t getting off easy this time.”
The bed dented on either side of you as Sevika settled weight on her knees straddled over you, metallic fist landing in the soft of the mattress beside your face. Had you blinking at the dangerous machinations and soft whirring clockworkings of it even as you felt her other hand slide under you, up under your shirt. And the second she got a cup of one bare breast you shuddered, arched up as best you could, silly thing, to give her more space.
Only to be rewarded with an agonizing twisting pinch of one tender nipple that had your mouth dropping open and a shudder wringing through you from tip to toes. Her rich voice chuckled softly overhead before her mouth pressed between your shoulder blades over the runched up fabric of your shirt. Fingers merciless. Tugging, teasing, the little bite of her thumbnail digging into that singing, sensitive nub. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, hips bucking against the bed, feet kicking against the soft give of the stocking restraints. None of it stilled that delicious torment.
“Hope you had time to rest up while I was out embarrassing myself, princess.” The press of her mouth strayed up to the nape of your neck, breath a wash over skin before she sunk possessive teeth in slow, like she’d scruff you no different than a big cat with prey. “You’ll have no sleep tonight.”
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A Helping Hand - Part 11
[start here] || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12
[silco x f!reader] [2.8k words] [no y/n] [during timeskip] [touch-starved reader] [henchwoman!reader] [rated M] [dom Silco] [unhealthy relationship to pain]
I should also thank @chickenparm and @sweatandwoe for letting me bounce ideas off of them constantly or straight up giving me ideas in conversation to morph into my own so: thank you! 😅 -verbs
Sevika is the one who ends up finding you. At least by the time she does you’ve gotten your shit together— haven’t even shed a single tear, so that’s good. Progress, in a way, compared to your last attack.
Your whole arm is reddened from the cold, though, after maybe ten minutes of running water sliding down your arm, chilling the whole thing and cooling your blood.
Her face is unusually unreadable. Generally, she’s pretty expressive with her surface-level annoyance or smugness or even boredom. The fact that she seems to be none of those things might be a bad sign.
“Wasting water,” she mutters, turning off the tap and grabbing a towel.
When you don’t take it from her, she lets out a long breath as she towels your arm dry. You are painfully aware of a complete lack of contact, the towel always staying a trusty barrier between skin.
You really fucking need a hug.
But at least your breath is even and calm, and you’re functioning. And you can continue functioning without any contact whatsoever. You certainly aren’t about to ask her.
“You ran out?” she asks.
Your eyes feel too dry, a sort of stinging, like they’ve been open too long. Probably have, as you stared at the water and counted your breaths. You make the tiniest shrug with one arm. Not exactly. Kind of. Basically.
“You ran out. On Silco.” The emphasis, along with her purposeful eye contact, chips at your numb exterior.
…Oh.
Oh shit.
“He was talking with Jinx, I didn’t— I felt— out of place,” you manage, hoarsely. Your throat still has that stab of pain that usually precedes tears.
Sevika’s brows furrow, but it doesn’t look like anger. It’s hard to read her expression. Not as sharp as her standard look of irritation, but not soft, either, and not the reluctant amusement of earlier in the afternoon. You’re not sure what it is.
“How long’s it been since you ate?”
“Uh…” You try to calculate. “I dunno. Fifteen? Sixteen hours?”
“Okay so that’s one. What about a shower?”
You’d purposefully avoided it last night, to avoid succumbing to some very bad ideas, thinking you might get one this morning once your blood had cooled— but then the painkillers had happened. Avoiding Sevika’s eyes guiltily, you mumble, “Night before last.”
“Two, then. What about sleep. How much sleep have you gotten?”
You can’t even calculate. “I dunno, left by 2:30, went to sleep by 3:30-4 probably. Woke up in pain, took drugs, passed out. No clue on the timeframe.”
“So maybe you also need a nap.”
You shake your head, confused. “Sorry, what is this about?”
“Feeling human.”
It’s a sad sad thing that the only concept crawling through your mind is your lack of human connection. Human touch.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” Sevika observes, pulling a face. You’re not about to argue that, even if it’s insulting. “Yeah, you need like… a day off.”
“I don’t get days off. I have to test.” 5:00 every evening.
The older woman shakes her head. “Your job is literally paper pushing,” she points out flatly. “You don’t have to be here. Silco wants you out of trouble, being productive, but that doesn’t mean you have to be here.”
What? “What does that mean?”
“It means my first month and half without an arm I barely left my bed.”
It’s unexpected honesty, delivered plainly, without preamble or guilt. You aren’t sure how to respond. It sounds about even with where you were in the weeks after the amputation: only leaving for the required meetings with the Doctor, barely eating, mostly sleeping, not bathing nearly enough because you didn’t like rubbing yourself down with a wet cloth and one hand.
“You shouldn’t be locked in your place all day. It’s fucking depressing.”
Why is she telling you this? It feels so personal, even if she isn’t acting like it. She doesn’t have the same stilted gruffness or begrudging attitude she had during your first panic attack. Maybe it simply doesn’t hold the same personal weight.
“That’s a move he got right, at least.”
He— Silco. Right. He’s the one who had you assigned to work at the Drop right away. Was it a choice based on Sevika’s experience? Or his own?
Both.
You can only speculate.
“Look.” Sevika clasps her hand on your shoulder, and the contact steals your breath.
That yearning is back, the craving to throw yourself at someone and cling. Your muscles freeze, keeping you still, avoiding that mortifying prospect.
“Head home. Take a night. Wash yourself off, do your laundry, clean your apartment. Get your life together a bit. Just tell Silco— you realized you forgot to feed your cat or something.”
“I don’t have a cat.”
“Yeah: you didn’t feed it and it died; it’s just a reason to leave, kid.”
“I’m—”
“Same difference.” She doesn’t even let you argue the age point again. A heavy sigh wooshes out of her. “Look, not to put too fine a point on it, but you’re a mess. It’s pretty damn obvious. So go home and get your shit together. Take your meds on a schedule, reorganize, start caring again.”
Your expression is dull. You just aren’t sure you can right now.
Sevika grumbles. “Fuck— okay, then just do three tonight. Eat, shower, sleep. And meds. You can come grovel tomorrow morning.”
Three things. That’s doable.
—
You only got two of the three done. Two and a half, kinda. Showered, and slept. Also, sent your laundry out. And took your meds before sleep.
It was a start, at least.
In the morning your stomach feels hollow, head aching, and the morning painkillers don’t help as much as they should. It’s on the way to work that you realize how every meal you’ve had in the last few days has been at The Last Drop. Frequently, directly ordered by your boss.
The same one who told you to take your medication before work.
The same one who has given you a schedule to keep that forces you to leave your house for a minimum of six hours a day, and be in a building that’s almost always bustling with activity, rarely solitary.
The one who’s personally overseeing your recovery, pushing you through your discomfort and forcing you to use the tool you’re so scared of— the tool that is meant to make your life easier— the tool that he gave you.
Your cheeks burn, gut a roiling mess of feelings you can’t untangle, but a primary one is definitely shame. The simplest thing to blame it on is your own bad behavior. Rushing out of his office, for what? Because he was having a conversation with his surrogate daughter? Because you had to witness the horror of two people hugging? What’s wrong with you?
You woke up early, as Sevika suggested. Actually, you woke up before your alarm, which was a relief, and gave you time to at least attempt to pull yourself together for the day. Wearing one of your new bras with a front clasp that you could watch as you did it up - thank the goddess, no more thin undershirts - and real clothes with actual buttons you had to fasten yourself, is a step up from the simple clothes of the last few days.
Showing a little effort, as a form of apology.
You get in earlier than usual, steel yourself, and head straight for Silco’s office for the suggested groveling.
Not only does your knock garner no response; the door is locked and no security is in the hall. He’s not in, apparently. And here you thought he basically lived here.
After a time pacing in the hall, worrying your thumb in your fist, chewing at your lip, you feel your stomach rumble. Grimacing, you try to ignore it. You’ve had plenty of hunger pains in your life, especially while your parents were sick and money was sparse; this is nothing new. You can handle it. You just need to stick around until—
The click of a door opening down the hall makes your head snap up.
His steps hardly falter when he spots you, even while a subtle scowl weighs on his features as he approaches. His gaze darts past you, to the stairs, to the bar below, as if expecting a guard that isn’t there.
“I wanted to apologize,” you blurt, hand grabbing your prosthetic’s wrist in a vise grip, trying to stay composed. “I shouldn’t have-”
The hellfire eye flashes at you, and that will has you in a metaphorical chokehold, voice snuffed out. He doesn’t seem to mind not hearing your whole apology right away; instead, his focus is on unlocking his office door.
Fucking hells, you feel pathetic. Practically crumpling in on yourself, utterly cowed by just a harsh look. You worry your lip between your teeth until you taste blood, eyes fixed on the ground. A hollow trembling hums under your skin.
Once the door is open, Silco steps back and gestures you through.
Fuck fuck fuck he’s gonna do it. He’s gonna rip it off. You weren’t grateful enough, you’re too erratic, he’ll take the hand back and leave you coming to terms all over again. Your teeth bruise flesh with how hard you’re biting, trying to keep your breath even.
You’re just overreacting. This will be fine.
This will not be fine.
There’s no chair in front of Silco’s desk at the moment. At the back of your mind you wonder if the seat you take every evening is set there by him, or by some underling. Since it isn’t there, you hesitate awkwardly where it normally would be. Everything seems a little unsteady, so you bite harder and hold tighter.
Silco’s steps behind you are slow. Even. Purposeful. Letting you hear each and every one.
“You were apologizing,” he reminds you, voice a low rumble. “Begging my forgiveness, if I’m not mistaken.” There’s a touch of chilly sarcasm to it as he slides to sit on the edge of his desk, nimble fingers drumming against the corner, somehow still lording over you even if you’re not in your usual seated position.
“I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out of you, gaze boring into the ground, but catching motion at the edge of your vision. “I didn’t mean to-”
Everything stops as his thumb brushes your lip.
Legs wobble and you lock your knees to keep still as your eyes zip straight up to his, a magnetic pull you can’t ignore. You can barely breathe. A feather-light touch of contact connects a single digit to your chin, keeping your face steady, but he’s watching his own finger as he thumbs at your lip. The calloused pad of his thumb is eerily soft, tugging your lip down to observe the subtle self-inflicted wound.
He says your name— as if you were somehow supposed to keep talking through this. It takes a great deal of self-control to not whimper. Your face is rapidly turning red. “Why the sudden exit?” he prompts, brushing your lip again.
You can’t think with his hand on you. So you say the first thing that comes to mind, voice ragged. “Had to feed my cat.”
You only realize your gaze has drifted to his mouth when you see his lip twitch in a badly-hidden smirk. “You don’t have a cat,” he murmurs, smugly.
Very hard not to whimper. “I don’t have a cat,” you agree, barely breathing the confession, hyper aware of the way his thumb is smoothing across your lip. Your expression is pleading, but you’re not sure if you’re praying he’ll stop or continue. Whatever it is you want, you want it desperately.
His words are smooth and smoky, in that voice that slithers around your throat. “The truth, if you please.” He hasn’t let go of you. He hasn’t touched you more, either, just the barest hint of contact at your chin and your lip, and it’s driving you absolutely mad.
Closing your eyes to think helps the slightest bit. Maybe. (If you’re kind of lying to yourself.) You feel shame saying it, but it has to be said. “I felt— It felt private. I didn’t want to int-”
His hand cups your cheek, deft fingertips sliding almost into your hair.
Your legs give out.
Mortified, you’re left on your knees in front of his desk, head spinning and face burning. Wide-eyed, you stare at the floor for a hot second, feeling like an absolute idiot. No fucking fair, when your body betrays you like that. You’re breathing heavily, pulse racing from the sudden fall.
There’s a beat of anxiety-drenched silence.
When you finally look up - some part of you maybe, possibly, dreading Silco’s response - you find him staring down that long nose at you, and the look in his eye makes every inch of you shiver. The pale eye is darker than usual, lid low, and you can’t tell if he’s angry or—
The idea flits through your head, too loud, ringing in your ears: he almost looks hungry.
Inevitably your nerve runs out and you drop your gaze to his collar, only to realize his breath is almost as labored as yours, despite how still his body perches. His throat bobs and your gaze flicks up at the minuscule motion as his jaw flexes.
Your own lips part slightly, a tiny breath pressed out of your chest, and you look down again, shaking your head like you can clear the fog that seems to have invaded. A cramp in your side belies the meals you’ve skipped, and you wince. When you look up again, his chin has lifted, gaze cooled, lips thinned. Whatever you thought you saw is gone.
“Something the matter?” The purr has evaporated from his voice, but his tone is still low, still spoken for an audience of one.
You shake your head, looking away, rolling your shoulders and trying to relieve the massive weight of tension stored there. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”
“Apologies generally are given when one has done something wrong,” he points out, dryly. After a pause, he adds; “Have you done something wrong?”
That’s a confusing question. Because— no? But also yes. You’re not quite sure what constitutes wrong in this situation. You’re not quite sure what he’s asking about.
—And you’re suddenly very aware that you’re still kneeling before him.
When you look up, his brow is raised expectantly.
“I—” I don’t think so. Your gaping mouth snaps shut. “No.” That feels like an answer. Not sure how accurate it is, though.
Especially based on the way Silco’s head tilts slightly, silently admonishing you.
“Maybe?” you amend, uncertain.
His hand reaches out and you suck in a breath as he makes firmer contact, pressing his thumb to your broken lip pointedly, no longer gentle. “You remember what I told you?”
Something about you being his investment. Something about keeping things in good condition. Something about— “Consequences,” you breathe quietly, lips moving against his thumb. You are painfully aware of your body’s response to him. The way your skin feels taut and tingly, and achingly remembers your pale imitation of his touch.
There’s a moment. Looking up at him, letting him touch you, feeling a growing heat pooling in your belly.
Then, like he’s just been woken up, he breaks eye contact and releases his grip, taking in one long breath as he stands, heading back around to his side of the desk.
Your stomach growls. “Sh-” The air hisses out of you in one quiet moment, like you can tell your body to shut up, pressing a palm to your abdomen as your ears burn. You rush to stand now that he’s given you space to do so, and the sudden change in altitude makes you unsteady, grabbing the edge of his desk for support.
You expect him to admonish you. List your consequences, your fines. Instead, his eye narrows at your pale-knuckled grip on the wood.
“Did you sleep last night?”
“Yes.”
There’s a brief spark in his gaze before it’s extinguished, facade still cool and even-keeled. “Enough?”
That’s an awkward question. You wonder if Sevika informed him of her advice to you. “Yes.” Early to bed and early to rise.
“And eat?”
You hesitate, threatening your stomach to stay quiet, dammit. You can’t answer without lying.
There’s a beleaguered sigh, more melodramatic than entirely necessary. “I do hope you aren’t going to tell me your last meal was our dinner together.”
‘Our dinner together.’ For some reason, your gut does a backflip. “No.” It’s a stubborn answer, defensive.
Silco looks up at you, clearly waiting for you to give a satisfactory response.
The back of your neck itches, and your gaze skirts sideways, adding, in a mumble, “Like seven hours later.”
The short breath is back. The laugh that isn’t a laugh. “A fitting punishment, then,” he muses ruefully.
Okay, you’re a little confused. “To not eat?”
His amusement is clear. “You’ll be eating.” Sounds like a threat. “I think I have just the thing, in fact.”
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[next part]
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Dom!sevika xsub!Reader with a penis and she rides them while holding a knife to their neck and tells them of they squirm at all she will slit their throat (consensually ofc the reader is into it also not necessarily Male reader they just have a penis)
Yea I mean I'm a whore so yes. Don't at me tho.
18+ MDNI - NSFW: knifeplay, fear play, Threatening, sadism/Masochism: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. (Gn reader w/ a dick)
Notes: butch brain has been thinking about busting in sevika so here, sorry it's so late.
✖ Sevika had started the night of walking in annoyed from work so you did what you'd usually do and try to help her relax no matter what she needed usually it was a drink and a distraction she wants to lay her head on you and listen to you talk.
✖ Thinking about you. How you get distracted and are always happy to see her even if she can't be fully present.
✖ You guys usually had some wild nights so when Sevika had suggested more fear play you'd asked her more about it clearly interested. I mean sevika is the scary lady after all. One of the reasons you adored her.
✖ She had mentioned that knives were a turn on previously so you were set with that but she talked about using threats you assumed she'd gotten a bit tipsy since she was being so open with you, it didn't seem like her. But you weren't against it.
✖ She had your arms tied up to the head board and legs trembling, she'd been running the flat side of the blade along your chest cool metal running over your nipples she never cut only pressed enough to leave a line of color.
✖ "Good youre such such slut baby, look at you."
✖ but at this point your heart was drumming like a jackhammer, the cool blade to pressing into you, until you felt a sting against your neck. The jagged blade was unfeeling, as her hot breath met your neck.
✖ "I'm gonna fuck you, and youre gonna lay there like good doll, aren't you?"
✖ "Vika" you let out a breathy moan as she pressed the blade deeper "Yes or no, you have three seconds or I'm gonna slit your pretty fucking throat" her grey eyes bore into you as you mumbled a defeated "yes sir" folliwed by the moving to your cheek grazing the flat side against you cheek bone "that's my good toy"
✖ her thighs, straddled yours, her pussy sliding down your cock, already wet. "Fuck" her eyes rolled back and you almost missed the feeling as she took the knife off your skin.
✖ she moved up and down, thick muscles flexing all just for you, and you were entranced. The way she moved was hypnotic
✖ Her blade came back, as did her attention, her moment of beautiful undivided bliss was interrupted and her focus was back on you, her body still bouncing on yours. The metal lifted your chin forcing you to look into her eyes. "If you fucking squirm, Im gonna hurt you, if you touch I'm gonna cut you, and she paused her good hand holding your chin so your eyes met.
✖ "if you squirm, I'll fucking kill you" you let out a soft moan, fear glistening behind the bliss in your eyes. And that got to her, the way you looked so helpless, so pathetic with a knife to your throat had her weak in the knees. Both of you already threatened to burst, her pussy clenched as she went slower her knife dragging across your chest, thin lines of red escaped your skin. Curses and slurs escaped you both as she rid you, her muscles were tense, and her so close that her pussy was basically milking you.
✖ "I'm gonna cum sev" you let out your desperate confession, her eyes darted towards you. "Fucking beg" you nodded your head eyes clenched begging her to let you cum, blade pushing uncomfortably into the skin of your stomach begging her like the depraved whore she knew you were as she allowed you to fill her up.
✖ She didn't last too much longer her hands reached your face as she pushed it sideways into the mattress riding you harder than before lewd groans and heavy breaths escaped her before she finally leaked all over your cock and fell exhausted onto the bed beside you.
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FLAWED - Silco X F!Reader
The Undercity has no bounds.
The Lanes are a playground with few rules, fewer limits, and one in charge. A perfect system - it is not, but the overseeing Eye has held a reign for several, moreso successful years.
Silco knows exactly what he is - oftentimes using it to his advantage, or to the detriment of others.
It's become an ultimate weapon, in a way, one he has few qualms with using. And even fewer thoughts about suspecting how things could be different... or more effectually, how someone can look at him different.
You do, though. He isn't sure how, or why, but you do.
To your advantage, and to his willing detriment.
[Rewrite of Flawless | Extended | Silco's POV]
Chapter 1 | CHAPTER 2 | Chapter 3 (TBA)
Current WC: 8.3K
Warnings: NSFW|MDNI | SMUT. Slow-Burn, tension, banter, power-dynamic's, romance, drama, explicit sexual-content, rough sex, pining, Silco x F!Reader, sex-work, dom-sub undertones, angst with eventual happy-ending
It's frigid in his office.
In comparison to last night, Silco welcomes the low temperature, even if it's single digits away from freezing.
Many would complain - Jinx, certainly, had more than a few whines echoing down from her space in the rafters high above - but it's not only an act of mean nature that chases the outer heat away, but a salve that douses any remnants of the flames that had been lit from within.
It's also a spiteful chill, one that he takes pleasure in inflicting on the one that started this mess in the first place - or at least, the one easiest to blame, and the one who requires a reminder.
The concept of a grudge borders something between amusing and irritating, depending on perspective. Unnecessary in theory - for him, it's surprisingly cheery in practice.
Particularly in Zaun, where any number of unfortunate incidents can occur on a daily, hourly basis, and blame can shift from its actual perpetrators, to whomever particularly raises your ire at any given point. Some grudges prove to be deadly.
Silco's grudge to Vander had certainly been more akin to proper vengeance, but regardless, it had been a grudge paid in blood, and had proven that it was a poor decision to cross the Eye of Zaun. Some grudges can pay in even more blood than what was spilt that night… or sometimes, even less.
And those carefully constructed, far more creative ways to inflict punishment in the pursuit of appeasing resentment, can be far more painful.
With all of that in mind, Sevika was smart not to complain too much, regardless of how much her artificial joints ached and she let out the occasional, annoyed breath that was on the verge of being visible. He could've found much more painful - far more sweeter for him - ways to ride-out his irritation over her prior suggestion.
One given as almost an act of good-faith, perhaps in a misguided attempt at friendliness, maybe even a joke, but a suggestion that had surely led him to the beginnings of a personal downfall.
The suggestion that had led to you.
"Fifteen-pounds of titanium-laced steel, reinforced copper wiring and nerve reconnection to allow seamless reflex time... and you had it broken in a simple tussle," Silco recalled, almost boredly, even as he fought to keep his knuckles from bleeding-white around a pen. Unfortunately, even the most fleeting of thoughts that involved his previous-visitation seemed to draw him taut as a bowstring.
It was infuriating.
And it was easier to focus on his subordinate's ire, rather than his own.
"Is your edge growing dull?" He asked, softly as if in actual concern, flicking a sea-colored eye up to the woman, leaning against an armrest as some screw or other was adjusted. If it was anything like his own scars, he knew the dull-aching was radiating through the space between metal and scarred-flesh, but unlike himself, Sevika did not welcome the cold. In fact, the stern pinch of her mouth was closer to annoyance than pain as she tightened the screw in her arm, focusing on that to ignore her employers gaze.
"And here I thought you would always be the sharpest at my disposal. How disappointing."
Sevika surely doesn't require any boost to her ego. And Silco was far too miffed of last evening's events to entertain her snark, however professionally-toned it was:
"What's disappointing is that you think it would've taken half-dozen assholes to take me out. Was fun exercise, sir, but it's gonna take more than that."
Even now, years after the night of a factory on fire, she's still adjusting to life with metal and wires in place of muscle and nerve, but Sevika swallows back a painful grunt with reflexive-ease as the wrench tightens a bolt back into place. A slow, sullen breath through her nose, before the gray-eyed woman raises her gaze, and one brow at him.
Unimpressed, more than annoyed, and tone respectful, but sharply clipped, "Sir, if you wanted to say you were upset about some shit, you can just say it to my face."
"I wouldn't purposefully throw you to the lions," Silco dismisses the accusation instantly. "And it's hardly my fault you couldn't handle yourself in their den."
She doesn't scowl, snark or even snap back at the blatant lie. Again, professional.
Only tightens a screw an increment more, from spite and for satisfaction, before tossing the driver to roll atop his coffee table. "Speaking of dens..." Sevika begins, almost casually, and putting him inwardly on edge while he remains outwardly focused on this week's production report. Loosely grabbing the half-empty glass and taking a swing of a cool afternoon bitter. "Didn't like the one I pointed out to you? You were gone over half the night."
Click.
"...A decent amount of coin was wasted. The least I could do was ensure it was worth it."
"Huh," The ice clinks in the thick glass Sevika holds in her metal hand, remaining unmelted due to the cold of the room, and the lack of life in the metal hand that holds it. "Was she?"
Click. "Excuse me?"
"Was she worth the coin you spent?"
Click.
Silco glares down at the pen in his hand, as if it isn’t his own hand thumbing the trigger in a series of rapid-clicks.
“...Doable.” He settles on after a moment, this time setting it down with a more purposeful click on his desk, turning simply to slink out of his boxed-in position against his desk. Rising, one arm crosses loosely behind his back as Silco turns to the window, mulling over his next words, before flatly repeating his earlier note, “She was doable.”
“I’m sure she was.”
Turning his head slightly, the sea-green eye glares back. Grey-eyes seem much fonder of watching the ice swirl in the glass, than to meet the burning gaze of the Eye of Zaun.
"I don't appreciate that."
"The sarcasm?"
"If you want another exercise, I'm more than willing to help clear a space in your schedule for it." The words he speaks, deceptively, seem unrelated to her dry question, but Silco makes sure to bring it back full-circle as he continues, "And I'm more than willing to fill the space you leave behind in the leadership of our cause, if you continue to act like we're friends, rather than all that remains of the hope for Zaun, for our Nation."
This time, the Eye of his nation turns fully to face his suddenly-still second in command, who indeed looks like she's been successfully fridged by the chill in the room. "We're here for a future, not to be friends. If I want, or need any suggestions from you, I'll ask, Sevika."
"I'm well aware of why we're here, Sir," She says, setting her glass down with a rough clink. "I know our mission, and I also know it'll be for nothing if you run yourself into the dirt-" Silco raises two fingers, and presses them to the skin exposed just above the gold-embroidered line of his collar.
"Funny," He says dryly, in time with his own pulse beneath his fingers. "I wasn't aware I looked like I was on deaths-door."
"You needed a stress relief, I pointed to the nearest fuckhouse, that's it." Standing, her broad shoulders squared and chin-raised, Sevika looks done. Exasperation, rather than true irritation rises from her in waves, but Silco only raises an unimpressed brow, one that smooths into his chilled expression as she continues hotly. "I don't care if you had a bad time, I really don't. You needed a break, I gave you directions. I'm not seeing how anything beyond that is my fault."
"We currently reside above a bar, Sevika. Entertainment is not hard to find, and even with one eye, I know where to look."
A scoff sounds from her before she can contain it, but the room grows quiet with the sound of a desk chair being firmly kicked into it's proper place.
"Keep out of my business, and keep professional it in our own," Silco advises coolly, striding around his desk and passing her with little more than a glance as he makes his way to the coat-rack. "My personal life doesn't require assistance."
"Sure, fine." It's clear she's miffed, but wisely has dropped it. Indeed choosing to take today's unfortunate run-in as simple exercise, instead of invoking more of the man's substituting ire. "Though a babysitter could be useful in your personal life." Silco stifled a sigh - more tired than annoyed at that aspect of his less-professional life.
"Jinx can keep herself busy, and how to keep herself alive besides without adult supervision. I trust you might be able to do the same," The advise comes dryly, considering how obvious it is, and the Industrialist is far more concerned with adjusting the cuffs of his coat over the ridiculous rivalry his second-in-command has developed with an teenager. The coat he wears is darker, hooded and with few identifying factors - perfect for tonight's visitation, with his lady of the night...
It's now warm. A surprisingly welcome improvement to the chilled room, and one that Silco, naturally chooses to attribute to the jacket around him.
The temperature rising in time with his thoughts of her, is nothing more than a mere coincidence.
… it could also be a consequence of Sevika's glance, which he catches out of the corner of his eye. Turning his face, expression flat, he questions the look with an glare of his mismatched eyes, and an unintelligible hum of bored questioning.
Sevika is wise, and knows better than to risk further inspiring his ire. The chill of the room is enough of a precursor to the frosty attitude of the man, and she's far from forgotten it already, rolling an arching, partially-metal shoulder back in a shrug.
"Have fun, sir. Maybe you need it.”
Her grey-eyes are rapidly dropping the interest in whatever caught her attention in the first place, whatever apparent change in his demeanor that had queued her intrigue. That still doesn't spare her from a final, warning glare as Silco adjusted the broad shoulders of the coat around him, before sharply turning to the door to make his silent, private exit from the Last Drop to his pre-scheduled meeting of the evening.
Needed this.
Ridiculous.
"Don't be absurd. And try not to freeze, while I'm gone."
Silco freezes at the doorway.
Fist braced on the frame, his knuckles are aching how tightly he holds himself, before he thinks to speak, or at least breathe, "What... what are you doing?"
"Waiting," She mused, not even bothering to open her eyes. Her hands, still smoothing down in a gentle caress of the curves and dips of her own body, leave the masked man both frozen in body, and eyes incapable of stillness, as they follow every tantalizing movement of her fingers... "Don't worry, beloved. I can be a patient woman."
"Oh, you can be patient...?" He's almost able to hum it off-handedly, even as such feels like someone has lit a match in his nerves, setting him alight. The thick-swallow Silco makes is soundless, but it still causes her eyes to crack open, and her lips to split into a faint, amusing smile.
He should hate it.
He needs to, for otherwise that smile, lightly glowing in the hazy lighting of their private room, is going to blaze straight through him.
Allowance of such destruction is not an option.
Nor is allowing her to continue unabated, unchallenged in what is a situation that's wholly under his control, and so, in a hope to stamp out the flames before they can even rouse to life within him, "Are you patient with all your clients?"
Her fingers come to a standstill at the plump curve of her hips. Nails tap in a patient, thoughtful beat against the expanse of skin exposed from the mere inches of fabric slung fashionably around her hips. Then she pushes herself up, bracing a hand flat on the bed as she gazes up at him, "I can be whatever you want me to be."
Quite diplomatic, but she tilts her head in an almost coyish manner as she says it. Jewels line the band of her mask, shimmering across her forehead when they catch in the light, and they shine just as bright as her eyes do behind the fabric across her eyes as she continues, "Pleasure is the end-goal, but one can hardly get such a point without certain necessities... certain needs."
Silco could almost applauded her. Possessing more adeptness at traversing the fine-line of sensitive and diplomatic is already a point in her favor, while also smiling in an almost cordial manner. His own Chem-Barons don't have nearly enough expertise, nor display such a finesse with words nor grace in their usual assemblies...
'A professional,' Silco's mind supplies as he raps his knuckles along the frame in sharp, rapid beats. 'She's done this a dozen, a hundred, perhaps a thousand times... of course she would know about ‘certain needs’.'
He can't help but ask, though, "And what is it, that you are certain I need?" It's work to keep the layer of annoyance from his voice. First his second, now his whore, claiming to know what he requires... Both are unacceptable, but from the woman before him, she almost makes the laughable idea that she has any inkling in terms what he truly, deeply needs, true.
Unacceptable. A voice hisses in his mind that all of this is.
Slowly, one smooth leg lifts, and crosses over her other, and then her smile curls in time with his knuckles popping against his grip on the doorway. His hand aches.
"You need this."
"... Presumptuous, aren't you?"
"You haven't had your needs met in a while, have you?"
It’s a question for a question, and perhaps it’s simply because of how unprepared he was for it, but it’s a question that makes the Eye of Zaun freeze in place.
It's several heartbeats that pass before Silco learns how to thaw, even slightly, from the matter-of-fact tone she says without any hesitation, and an assured knowingness in her voice that freezes him in place.
It's like he's found kinship with an ice-block, even as her now somewhat-fainter smile continues to glint in the warm candlelight, and under the odd, unfamiliar and soft expression she holds for him, the burning returns within his veins. Crackling, as it blazes his nerves.
"It's okay." It flares with her words, which seem almost coaxing. To her frozen-still client or to the fire that's returned within him, he hasn't deciphered which she seeks to fan more-of yet. "Again, pleasure is the base-goal, but I've always sought to serve a person's needs... whether it be their first, hundredth. Last, even... or the first need they've had in the very long time, whatever they need-"
The mask feels heavy against his face, but Silco suffers the claustrophobic feel of his hot-breath growling out behind it, "You don't know what I need."
"I'd like to."
The laugh feels bitter, sounds hollow and is empty in truth, but the sex-worker only shrugs in response, loose-hair slipping from her shoulders with the simple motion as she bats her thickly-lashed eyes, "I do. I think you’ll find that we’ll both benefit from such knowledge - finding what one needs happens to have that side-effect." A tease, bordering, bizarrely, on friendly...
Idly, her hand begins to slide down her hip once more, trailing down. Nails graze over the skin that is available to her touch, and dig just enough that Silco can follow the pale, almost pretty lines she leaves behind, before they quickly fade back into normal.
The man isn't even aware he's released the strangle-hold on the doorway, except when he realizes there's a relief from his sore hand, and a new ache forming between his thighs, in time with her palm sliding the fabric higher up her hips and fingers creep towards her inner thighs.
He can't look away.
"I think, deep down, beloved," She murmured in the silence, as her fingers danced along her panty-line with careful motions that left her voice breathy. Her voice is rasping deliciously, and just enough that it leaves his throat dry. "You want me to find out what you need. I don't think you'll admit it… but you want it, what I can give you. You need it-"
Quickly, Silco realizes he's finally thawing, and finds the fire within him racing quick-enough throughout his body, that he's able to lift one foot, and place it over the other in her pointed-pause. Hand hooking almost off-handedly to close the door behind him, slam it, before the steps across the room become quicker.
Unacceptable as it is, the fast approach of his isn’t enough to actually stop her.
Not quick enough to stop her words, or her fingers dipping further between her own legs as she gazes up at him, unabashed and unstartled at hi quickening-approach. Perhaps she welcomes it, welcomes him -
"You need it, beloved… and you might just need m-"
Silco feels his hand snap-out the moment she's in reach.
The air freezes in time with her tongue, and body - it's not quite like the spiteful chill his office had hosted hours prior, but a dark, commanding one that warns of what it could be.
And Silco knows for a fact, as he feels her pulse throb in a heightened-pace under his palm as he cups his hand around her throat almost tenderly, that his touch must be frigid against her skin.
Is that why she shivers when she gazes into the slits of his mask?
"Let me get one thing extraordinarily clear, since it seems we are not only on the wrong page, but entirely different books." His voice is calm, low and smooth - how Silco manages that, while his entire insides feel like a rolling mass of roaring magma, he's not sure.
Perhaps he does still retain some sense of self-control, after all. That, is a far more acceptable than allowing her free reign around him.
Though, the reins of his own control are still left unsteady at the way her eyes have widened behind the slip of fabric across her eyes, the joke of anonymity barely hindering the shimmering glow of her gaze as she stares up at him. Held hostage by his hand speaking a silent, gentle warning at her throat, but Silco feels just as much of a hostage, under the hooks of her gaze.
"You, are a whore." He leans down closer. Her throat bobs against his palm with her thick swallow as he does. "I do not need you. I need nothing from you… pleasure can be found in any corner of Zaun, and if I wanted it, I could find my pleasure in any other dark corner or street in this city, with ease."
"So, why don't you?"
"I still could." It would be so, very much simpler if he did. Acceptable, even - no arrangement such as this last forever, and he doubts most men would remain.
But for whatever reason, all of them foolish, with you, Silco remains.
Even as he grows silent, toying with the idea - or at least, entertaining the simplicity his life would retain if he did. The idea of walking out that door, never once looking back at his personal prostitute... it's a ridiculous notion, however practical it is. The Eye knows full-well he doesn't have nearly the strength to break the ice and move his legs, but she doesn't know that she has him frozen.
The last mercy that the universe holds for him, is that she has no idea what ability she holds over him with her mere presence, her simple existence.
Janna help him if she learns.
"Perhaps I will. There are a million and one of you… all willing to spread their legs for me, and perhaps keep quiet as they do it."
Her tone is genuinely curious, and soft. Loathsomely soft. "Is that what you need, beloved? My silence?"
A breath, hot and claustrophobic behind his mask… for a bizarre, foolish moment, Silco wants to rip it off.
Such an act would expose him fully to her gaze, destroy whatever remains of his own sense of self-control, and leave him wholly vulnerable to whatever she's doing to make him… feel such a way.
Any bit of pride left in him feels like it's being shredded away, thanks to her.
All sense of control, feels like it's fleeting between fingers, and he can't stand the fact that her eyes - sweet, doe-like, shining up at him even with his hand at her throat, and the 'mask' doing nothing to hinder the gleam of her gaze - seem to hold dueling powers.
The power to burn him alive, and also leave him helplessly frozen in place, so she may never stop setting him aflame.
It's nothing short of hateful, of cruelty. It's nothing he's ever felt before.
She gazes at the slits, as if seeing him… he's able to push that destructive thought aside, enough to tell her exactly what he needs.
"I want you to give me pleasure. That's it."
"Is that all that you want, beloved?" Her tongue flicks across her lips, and Silco's hidden red and green eyes snap down to watch the plump curve of her mouth moisten. "You need me… to pleasure you, beloved?"
Both of you heard the pause.
Both of you understand what you insinuated.
And both of you, by job-requirement and by necessity, choose to ignore it.
For sanity or for another sake, Silco refuses to acknowledge the pause, and leans closer. She have no way of feeling his breath cast over her face, but she shivers delightfully with his words nonetheless.
"What I need with you, is silence.” Silence is acceptable. What he adds, almost as an after-thought and a reestablishment of his control, is anything but. “Specifically, with my cock in your mouth."
And in that very moment, Silco realizes he should've been keeping his eye on her other hand. Her tongue and mouth are certainly attractive, but whatever remains of the snow in his veins burns away, when he audibly hears the woman slip her fingers out from her soaked folds, digits already dripping.
She had been touching herself. During the entire time his fingers had pressed faintly against her pulse, and his eyes, attention solely on her.
This woman is incorrigible in all of the worst possible ways, and because of that, Silco finds he can't snap the buttons of his nearly painfully straining-trousers fast enough.
The hateful creature that she is, doesn't even resist the faint laugh and smirk that crosses her lips, as she gently slides a hand up his leg in order to assist. The groan of relief vibrates through Silco's mask when she cups him, her hand searing through the fabric before she shows some backhanded form of mercy, in the act of thumbing open the remaining buttons and taking him into her hand.
"I don't need you." It's shuddered out of his lips, tight and unyielding as her fingers glide over his length. A hum as she observes the pulsating cock before her, tracing veins with her nails as his own hand glides up from around her neck, now holding her hair in the similar loose-grip. "You're foolish if you ever think I could. I don't -"
"I know." It's said so simply, in time with her fingertips gathering he clear-beads of pre-cum already slicking his head, before retracting her hand. The whore gazes up as she licks her fingers, tasting him, and soon fluttering of her lashes as she smiles, clearly finding his taste agreeable. "But you need this. More importantly, you want this."
Her fingers, slicked with her saliva, juices and his own precum, curl around him. An utterly lewd combination that has a breath wheezing out of him like he was punched as she flicks her wrist once in an experiment. Pumping him once, twice, before she leans forward to wrap her lips around his exposed-head with a loud, pleased moan around him.
Evil.
Fingers now dig into her scalp, but she only mewls encouragingly with an unsubtle flick of her tongue that has her client's hips rocking forward. Silco growls, rather than swears. Though he certainly feels like he could, as the woman strokes him in time with her sucking, cheeks hollowing out as she takes him past teeth and swirls her tongue around him in earnest with a pleased hum.
Pleasure is snapping at his senses and sanity with every drag of her mouth along his cock. Both hands now dig into her hair, flirting at being painful, but she only groans thickly around the heavy weight on her tongue as she pulls back, only to take him in deeper, deeper between her lips.
Silco's hands twist at this, and a pained hiss vibrates around his cock. His reflexes act in two-separate ways from this reaction, with his knuckles once more flooding with relief as he loosens his grip, and his hips buck forward deep enough to hit the back of her throat.
She doesn't gag, but the warmth of her mouth is an enticing thing, and if pleasure is her self-proclaimed end-goal, than Silco finds himself eager to race to that finish line. Encouraged by the sound of her needy-whine, and the feel of her fingers digging into the back of his trousers for support, and perhaps to get even closer to him -
A growl bordering on untamed bursts from his chest as his head tips back with the gaining-pace of his his thrusts, and Silco digs his hands into the softness of her hair like it's the last grip he has on reality, on sanity.
It might very-well be.
He's chasing madness and doom with every stifled growl, every finger twisting through the hair at the base of her skull, and in the fast rhythm of his hips. Thoughts of professionalism, of wants, of damnable needs, are all fleeting, and pleasure becomes the only thought on his mind.
Temptation to look becomes great - to see how he ruins her, as much as she's begun to ruin him. To see how she takes the rough fucking of him, if tears stain her cheeks or drool dribbles down from whatever space left available in her mouth, if she has the nerve, the audacity, the brilliance to touch herself again as she takes him -
Anyone could give him this.
The thought comes sudden, insistent, and it almost stops Silco cold. Instead, he slows his hips into a slower, deep rolling-rhythm, gifting the ability to breathe, which the woman takes in several sharp, ragged puffs through her nose against his pelvis.
Anyone could give him this pleasure. Anyone could give him this. He shouldn't need her.
Perhaps it's the dying act of his good-sense. Rationale making one last, frantic play before he gives fully into the pleasure that she offers... a pleasure anyone could give him.
Silco doesn't need her.
He doesn't need her.
The realization comes too late, but at least it comes. It doesn’t do him the courtesy of bringing clarity with it, but at least, Silco understands that this rationalization is the salvation he requires... what he truly needs.
Desperation, or rationale. Silco is unsure of which this sudden intrusion of thought is born from, but he grips her skull regardless, and quickly resumes his earlier pace. Chasing pleasure, but also chasing an end to this. Snipping this entire debacle in the bud, even with her nails already digging into him, physically and metaphorically.
Three, four-additional thrusts, and with a muffled groan he's quick to tune out, Silco brings himself to hilt in the deep warmth of your all-willing mouth, spilling with a suddenness that has his teeth aching with a sudden grit as he suppresses a shout.
Her own nails dig through the leather of his pants, leaving crescents as she stills when his seed spills down her throat. Silco doesn't look down, doesn't dare to, in order see if she's able to hold it all. His eye squeezes shut behind the mask as his body shudders and the tension is fleeting as his climax as his grip loosens from her head.
Only when his fingers leave her, does she pulls off his cock, her breath more haggard and heaving than his own. The bed, unsurprisingly, doesn't make any sound when she reclines back to catch her breath - it’d be poor business if the beds squeak - but the silence breaks again, in the sound of a swiftly grabbed pouch of coins.
The worker cracks her hazy, hooded eyes open in time to see the pouch of additional coin tosses towards her, and Silco is satisfied to see a slight shake in her limbs as she reaches up to catch it, before it can bounce off her chest.
"The service was agreeable."
... Sweet Janna. Even his Chem-Baron meetings conclude with more emotion.
His voice sounds frigid.
Thick-lashes blink, slowly, fingers twitching around the pouch at the business-like words. Silco is smooth to turn and focus on adjusting his sleeve-cuffs instead of the tongue coming out to flick over swollen lips, or the fingers, still quivering, coming up to brush the remnants of tears drying on cheeks.
"I'm... glad, beloved."
The rasp of her voice coils around him like a wraith, a remainder of what he has just done to her, and how she can turn that into a weapon against him in vengeance, all with just her voice.
A voice ragged, and delicious.
How he allowed himself this far, how he’s still allowing himself to still be here, is a mystery for the ages. But he can stop this now - should, stop this now, and being the man known and thriving on the control he holds in all aspects of his life, Silco intends to.
He needs to.
"I won't be returning," The Eye of Zaun says, tersely adding when she blinks slow in response, in surprise. "Your services are no longer required. I can find what I need, on any other corner of this city. I don’t need your services, any longer."
They're both breathing heavy - but now only she still pants from the previous ordeal. He doesn't know what's suddenly squeezed at his lungs, how frost seems to start creeping up from within, and ice becomes the cells in his veins...
"Are you... dissatisfied, beloved?" An nonaudible creak of the bed as she shifts, again kneeling before him and gazing up with hooded eyes shrouded behind thin gauze in form of anonymity. "Do you require more of me...?"
"I told you, I don't -" The mask is feeling claustrophobic. This room is stifling, and frost feels like it's spreading throughout his veins as she simply gazes at him, carefully with swollen-pink lips parted with every breath. "I can find whatever I need, anywhere else in the city. I don’t need you.”
Wants, certainly, but even that seems like too much. Too much power, control in her corner of this court.
And worse, she seems to know - eyes gazing from behind her mask, now askew that her real eye can look at him without any hope of hindrance. Silco swears she can stare right through him, and though she wobbles, she works herself to the edge of the bed in careful movements, closer and closer to him, before coming to a still when he simply, and almost sternly says, "Thank you."
She doesn't come any closer after he says that, after he literally thanked her for sex, for doing her job. Her brow is pinched, but she looks unoffended. Perplexed, and thoughtful, but she just gazes at him as she nods, remarking something equally simple, and just as stunning, "I hope you find what you need, beloved."
His gloved hand finds the handle, jerking the door open, and slamming it behind him with a force that silenced the distant muted sounds of other clientele in the midst of pleasure.
Silco's body is frozen, but still moves as smooth and casual as if he was in the Drop, lighter already being thumbed and a long-needed cigar nearly crushed between two fingers. Some attendant or other, jumps when he flashes past with harsh steps, the mask cast-off from his face and half-thrown onto the desk on his way to the back, to the private exit.
Control is back, and solely his.
She isn't needed, and all he needs, at this moment, is to leave.
Silco has never felt so cold.
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Sooo, guys, fun question: *rubs hands together* If you three were part of an A/B/O universe, would you be an Alpha, Omega or Beta? And if so, why? (for all three)
Silco blinked at the sudden question before letting out a soft chuckle. “That’s quite a thought to imagine. I believe I’d be an Alpha. As everyone knows by now I am after all a top, and dominant. Not to mention the aggressive approach I take to things. I’m far from what anyone would expect when they imagine an omega so… I believe an Alpha.”
Raising her eyebrows Sevika let out a long slow breath. “Interesting. I’d enjoy being an Alpha if I’m to be honest, but I don’t think I would be. Might be boring, but I think I’d be a Beta. Reliable, stable, not as prone to the emotional weirdness they all have to deal with because of pheromones and the like.” Lips curving into a cocky grin she shrugged. “Besides topping, and doming an Alpha would be fantastic.”
Jinx rolled her eyes, and grimaced before sighing. “Look, I get it. Omegas are supposed to be slender, and smaller, and all that. Going off of how I look I’d probably be an omega sure.” Her eyes brightened, and she grinned. “I’ll be damned if I’m some cute little subby thing though. I’m going to be on top and using you even if it means I have to tie you down first, and if you do make me play bitch I will make you work for it so hard. You will have to earn that… unless, well, you’re Silco, obviously.”
Side note here that omega or not… if some alpha thinks they can just take and claim Jinx they in for a very rude awakening. She will do VERY painful things to them.
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Secondary mun answer.
All of the above answers are correct. HOWEVER…
Honestly I love the idea of Silco being an omega as well. The concept of this strong sometimes savage leader who will kill someone without blinking and is responsible for *waves at Zaun* being an omega is just delightful to me. Completely tossing things on their head and making him the brattiest omega ever who has a tendency to go top and dom anyways “despite” being an omega is a fun concept to me.
As for Jinx I do like the idea of her also being a dom power bottom/top omega however the idea of her being a weirdly short/skinny/small alpha who everyone 100% thought was going to be an omega until she hit like 14 or something is hilarious to me. Also, she’d be very well (for her size and all) endowed. Just this short lil thing who constantly has to fight to make other Alpha’s respect her.
Side note regardless of omega or alpha Jinx is an obsessive possessive thing. Does not matter if she an omega she will still abduct your big alpha ass off the street and keep you if she wants to.
Side note I am ALWAYS down for a/b/o stuff because I love the world building and implications behind everything.
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