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Sevika x vi x oc

(Smutt)

Her hand brushed against the hilt of her sword, a reassuring presence at her side. She had been tracking the bounty for weeks, and she wasn't about to let her prize slip away now. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent pattern of unspoken threats and hidden intentions. Her eyes narrowed as they fell upon a figure in the corner, hood drawn low, a mug of ale in their grip. It was Vi, her rival in more ways than one. They had crossed paths before, but never under such personal circumstances.

The reader sat at the bar, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that had just entered the tavern. Sevika took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasting meat and the faint smell of rain that clung to the reader's clothes. She had never felt such a strong attraction to a mark before, and it was unsettling. Vi looked up, their gaze meeting hers across the crowded room. A smirk played at the corner of their mouth, and Sevika knew she had been caught. But she didn't care. The reader was here, and she wasn't leaving without them.

Vi pushed back their hood, revealing a mess of dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. They raised their mug in a silent toast before downing the last of their drink and standing up with a fluid grace that seemed to belie their heavy armor. The air thickened as they approached the bar, their steps echoing through the tavern. The reader turned to look, and for a moment, their eyes met Sevika's. A spark of curiosity, perhaps a hint of attraction, flickered in those depths. Sevika's heart raced.

"Sevika," Vi drawled, their voice low and filled with amusement. "I didn't expect to find you here, chasing the same tail as me."

Sevika's jaw clenched, but she didn't break eye contact with the reader. "This isn't about the bounty," she said through gritted teeth.

Vi chuckled, leaning against the bar. "Oh, I know what this is about," they said, their eyes glinting with mischief. "It's about the one who gets to take the pretty little thing home first."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, but she kept her cool. "The reader is not a prize to be won," she said firmly.

Vi raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" They leaned closer, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Then what is it you want from them?"

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't take the bait. "That's none of your concern

."

Vi's smirk grew wider. "Isn't it? After all, I did find them first."

The reader, feeling the tension between the two, turned to face them fully, curiosity turning to wariness. "What's going on here?"

Sevika stepped forward, her hand still resting on her sword. "This doesn't concern you," she said, her voice firm.

Vi, however, didn't back down. They sauntered closer, their gaze locked on the reader. "Oh, but it does," they said, their eyes glinting with challenge. "You see, we've both got our sights set on you."

The reader's eyes widened, and their heart began to pound in their chest. They hadn't anticipated being the object of a rivalry between two such formidable figures. "Why?" they managed to ask, their voice quivering slightly.

Sevika stepped in front of Vi, placing herself protectively between them and the reader. "Because you're special," she said, her voice softer now. "And I won't let anyone hurt you."

Vi rolled their eyes. "Spare me the heroics," they said. "You want them just as much as I do."

The reader looked from one to the other, their mind racing. "What do you want from me?"

Sevika's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword. "To keep you safe," she said, her eyes never leaving Vi's.

Vi leaned in, their breath warm against the reader's ear. "To make you mine," they murmured, their voice a seductive whisper.

The reader felt a shiver run down their spine, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. They had never been in a situation like this before, and they weren't sure how to navigate the tension that crackled like lightning between Sevika and Vi. They held Vi's gaze, the mercenary's dark eyes searching their own, looking for something, anything to give them an advantage in this strange standoff

.

Taking a deep breath, the reader spoke up, their voice surprisingly steady. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," they began, the words tumbling from their lips before they could think better of it. "Both of you are...attractive, in your own ways." They swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. "I'll spend the night with you both, as a group."

Sevika's eyes widened in shock, her hand reflexively tightening on her sword. "What?" she hissed, glaring at Vi.

Vi's smirk grew even more wicked. "Ah, so the little mouse does have some claws," they said, their gaze never leaving the reader. "I accept your offer, but only if we all play by the same rules."

The reader nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the prospect of the evening ahead. They had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was certainly one they hadn't seen coming. "Deal," they said, holding out their hand to shake.

Sevika stared at the outstretched hand, her mind racing. Group? With Vi? The idea was ludicrous, but the alternative was to lose the reader to her rival. With a growl of frustration, she took the reader's hand in a firm grip. "Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "but if you think you can handle this, you're in for a surprise."

Vi's eyes gleamed with triumph, and they took the reader's other hand. "Agreed," they said, their grip surprisingly gentle. "But remember, no holding back."

Sevika felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched the exchange, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building inside her. She had never been one to share, but the thought of the reader in their arms, with Vi's touch added to the mix, was strangely...arousing.

.

Time skip to the reader's home, where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from the crackling fireplace. Vi, now shirtless, was already halfway out of their armor, revealing a chiseled torso adorned with a smattering of scars that whispered tales of battles long past. They moved with an ease that was almost predatory, their eyes never leaving the reader's as they undid their laces with practiced hands.

Sevika, on the other hand, was much slower in her movements. Each piece of gear was removed with a deliberate precision, as if she were disarming herself not just physically, but mentally preparing for the uncharted territory of sharing the reader with Vi. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the warmth of the room or the unspoken challenge in Vi's gaze, it was hard to tell.

Finally, she stood before them in just her leather pants and a loose shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. With a huff, she grabbed the reader's hand and pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a move that was part possessive, part defiant, and Vi felt a spark of something unexpected in their chest. Jealousy? Desire? They couldn't quite place it, but it certainly wasn't anger.

The reader's hands found their way around Sevika's waist, pulling her closer. Sevika felt their body respond in kind, and she reveled in the feeling of being wanted, being desired. When she pulled back, her eyes locked onto Vi's, watching for any sign of defeat. But what she saw only fueled the fire inside her more

.

Vi's gaze was intense, their eyes dark with a blend of surprise and something else - something that looked suspiciously like a challenge. They stepped closer, their hand reaching up to trace the line of the reader's jaw. "Is that all you've got?" they murmured, their voice a seductive purr.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, and she took the bait. Her hands found the reader's face, guiding them into another kiss, this one more urgent, more demanding. Her tongue danced with theirs, exploring and claiming, as if trying to leave an indelible mark. She felt the reader's body melt into hers, their response unmistakable. It was intoxicating, and she reveled in the power she had over them.

But she didn't miss the flicker of something in Vi's eyes. Was it irritation? Desire? Whatever it was, it spurred her on, and she deepened the kiss further, her hands roaming down to the reader's hips. She could feel the heat radiating from Vi's body, almost as if they were a part of this intimate embrace. The tension in the room had shifted, the air now charged with a different kind of energy.

Vi's hand slid down the reader's back, resting possessively on their hip, their thumb brushing against the fabric of Sevika's shirt. It was a silent declaration of their own claim, a reminder that they weren't going to be outdone. Sevika's breath hitched, the heat from Vi's touch sending a shockwave through her body. She hadn't planned on this, hadn't anticipated the way her body would respond to the mercenary's touch.

"You know," Vi began, their voice a velvet purr, "you could do much better than this overeager pup." They leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings into the reader's ear, their breath hot against their neck. "I could give you the world," they murmured, their hand sliding around to caress the reader's stomach, eliciting a gasp.

Sevika watched the display with a mix of annoyance and arousal. Vi's touch was deft and confident, leaving no doubt about their intentions. But she couldn't let them have all the fun, not when she had her own plans. She stepped closer, her own hand tracing the reader's waist, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just above their hipbone. The reader's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations.

"Is that all you've got, Vi?" Sevika's voice was filled with mock concern. "Such sweet talk and gentle caresses? Perhaps you've gone soft."

Vi's smirk grew, their hand never leaving the reader's body. "I'm just getting started," they murmured, their eyes flicking up to meet Sevika's. "But I see you're eager to show off your...skills."

With a growl of challenge, Sevika reached down and shoved her hand into the reader's pants. The reader gasped at the sudden intrusion, their body stiffening before relaxing into the new sensation. Sevika felt a thrill at the contact, her own desire spiking. She had never been one to hold back, and she wasn't about to start now, not with Vi watching, not with the reader's eyes wide and dark with desire.

Her hand moved with confidence, seeking out the reader's most sensitive spots. She felt them quiver under her touch, their breath hitching in their throat. The heat of their skin was a stark contrast to the cool fabric of their clothes, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was the one causing this reaction. Vi's eyes followed her hand, their own breathing becoming more ragged as they watched the intimate scene unfold before them.

Sevika knew she had the upper hand now. With a wicked smile, she yanked the reader away from Vi and pushed them down onto the bed, face first. The reader's gasp was muffled by the pillows, and Sevika felt a surge of power as she took control. Her hand hovered over the reader's upturned bottom, the anticipation of the coming impact making her palm tingle. She had never been one for games, but this...this was something she could get used to.

With a swift motion, she brought her hand down, the sound of the slap echoing through the quiet room. The reader's body jerked, and Sevika felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had never been the type to indulge in such intimate power plays, but the way the reader's body responded to her touch was intoxicating. She did it again, and again, each smack a little harder than the last. The reader's moans grew louder, the sound music to her ears.

Vi's eyes had widened at the sudden shift in dynamics, but they didn't miss a beat. They stepped closer, their hand reaching out to caress the reader's cheek, turning their face towards them. "Is she bullying you?" they asked, their voice a low, soothing rumble.

The reader looked up, their eyes glazed with passion and confusion. "No," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Vi didn't miss a beat, leaning down to claim their lips in a gentle, yet possessive kiss. They lifted the reader's upper body off the bed, cradling them against their chest. Sevika, caught off guard, had to tighten her grip on the reader's ass to keep them from falling back down. The reader's legs dangled in the air, their toes brushing the bed in an awkward, yet strangely erotic dance of submission.

With Vi's arms around the reader's waist, the reader's face was buried in their neck, their moans muffled by the mercenary's skin. Vi's hands began to wander, their fingers tracing patterns on the reader's back, as they whispered sweet nothings in their ear. "Shh," they cooed, "don't let her hurt you like that."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop her ministrations. Instead, she smacked the reader's ass even harder, feeling a perverse pleasure at the way their body jerked in Vi's embrace. The reader's moans grew louder, their hips bucking slightly, and Sevika knew she had them right where she wanted them.

But Vi wasn't done playing games. Their hand slid up the reader's back, tangling in their hair. With surprising gentleness, they turned the reader's face back towards Sevika, their thumb tracing the line of their jaw. "Look at her," they whispered, their voice a seductive purr. "Look at the way she wants you."

The reader's eyes snapped open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. They whined, their cheeks flushed, feeling the weight of Vi's body pressing against them. Vi's touch was a stark contrast to the stinging pain from Sevika's hand, and they couldn't decide which they liked more. The conflict between the two sensations was driving them wild, their body thrumming with need.

Vi chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down the reader's spine. They reached out and gently scratched the reader's head, their nails digging into the soft hair in a way that was both soothing and possessive. "Don't worry, love," they murmured, their breath hot against the reader's ear. "We're going to make this night unforgettable."

The reader's whines grew louder as Sevika's hand continued to rain down on their ass, each smack sending waves of pleasure and pain through their body. They couldn't help but push back into Vi's touch, their face buried in the crook of the mercenary's neck as they moaned and writhed. Vi's hand slid up, their fingers tracing the line of the reader's jaw before ghosting over their cheek to rest on the side of their neck. The gentle touch was a stark contrast to the firm grip they had on the reader's waist, and it was driving them crazy.

"Look at her," Vi murmured, their breath tickling the reader's ear. "Look at the way she's losing control."

The reader's eyes fluttered open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. Her hand was poised in the air, ready to deliver another smack, but she paused, watching as Vi's fingers danced through their hair, the mercenary's eyes hooded with desire. The reader's own breath was coming in ragged gasps, their face flushed and their body trembling with need. They felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but the safety net of Vi's arms around them only made the sensation more exhilarating.

Vi's hand moved from their hair to the back of the reader's neck, their thumb tracing the tender skin beneath their ear. "You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," they murmured, their voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through the reader's very bones.

The reader's whines grew louder, their hips bucking against the mattress as they sought relief from the delicious torment Sevika was inflicting. They could feel the mercenary's erection pressing into their side, and it only served to drive them wilder. Vi's grip tightened, their nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a silent reminder of who was in control here, who was calling the shots in this deliciously twisted dance of desire.

Sevika watched the display, her own breathing growing more ragged. Jealousy, raw and unbridled, coursed through her veins. She hadn't anticipated this level of intimacy with Vi, hadn't expected to feel such a visceral reaction to their touch on the reader's body. With a snarl, she yanked the reader's hair, pulling their face to hers. "You want to play games, Vi?" she growled, her eyes flashing with challenge. "Let's see how much you really want them."

The reader's eyes widened, their body taut as they were pulled into a fiery kiss. Sevika's teeth grazed their lower lip, a silent declaration of dominance. Her other hand moved to the reader's throat, her thumb resting gently against their pulse point. "Mine," she murmured, the word a possessive promise that sent a shiver through the reader's body.

Vi's eyes flashed, but instead of retreating, they leaned in closer, their body pressing against the reader's from behind. "Is that so?" they whispered against the reader's neck, their breath hot and teasing. "Then let's see if you can keep up with us both."

The reader felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through them, their body responding to the dual threat and promise of both Sevika and Vi. They squirmed in Vi's arms, their hips grinding against the mercenary's thigh. Sevika's hand tightened in their hair, her grip almost painful as she deepened the kiss, her tongue plundering their mouth. The reader's hands reached up to cling to Sevika's shoulders, their nails digging in as they moaned into the kiss.

Sevika's eyes were like storm clouds, her gaze never leaving the reader's as she whispered harshly, "You think you can handle us both?" The challenge in her voice was clear, the jealousy burning hot. "You think you can take everything we're going to give you?"

The reader's heart raced, the heady mix of fear and excitement making their knees feel weak. They nodded, not trusting their voice to speak, and buried their face in Sevika's shoulder, feeling the tension coiling in her muscles. It was a strange form of rebellion, a silent declaration that they weren't just a pawn in their game. The scent of leather and sweat mingled with Sevika's natural aroma, intoxicating them in a way they hadn't expected. They reached a trembling hand back to find Vi's, their fingers curling around the mercenary's strong, calloused ones.

Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, but they didn't pull away. Instead, they squeezed the reader's hand, a silent message of understanding passing between them. They could feel the reader's pulse hammering against their palm, a rhythm that matched their own racing heart. "Looks like we've got ourselves a fighter," they murmured, their voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Sevika's grip on the reader's hair loosened slightly, but she didn't release them entirely. Her eyes searched the reader's face, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all she saw was a fiery determination that mirrored her own. "Is that right?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to take us both

on?"

The reader nodded, their breath coming in shallow gasps. They hadn't anticipated the intensity of the situation, but they were too far gone to back out now. They reached their hand back, blindly seeking Vi's, and when their fingers brushed against the mercenary's palm, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck them.

Agent’sevika x assassin’reader

( Sevika has been on the hunt for phantom since her first cold case , sadly shes had no luck with that , will the inly way she can capture phantom be thru unsavory ways ?)

Her eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any sign of the elusive figure she'd been tracking for weeks. The assassin known only as "The Phantom" had left a trail of bodies across the city of Zaun, each one with a crimson rose tucked neatly into the lifeless hand. Sevika knew that the rose was not just a taunt, but a signature—a declaration of war on the very fabric of justice she'd sworn to uphold.

Her heart raced as she heard the soft patter of footsteps approaching, muffled by the rain. She dropped her cigarette, the ember sizzling as it hit the puddle at her feet, and reached for her gun. The footsteps grew closer, the tension in the air thickening. And then, like a ghost materializing from the mist, the assassin appeared, clad in black with eyes that gleamed like polished chrome in the neon light.

The reader, an equally skilled assassin, had been watching Sevika from the rooftops above. She'd felt the agent's relentless pursuit, the heat of her determination, and it intrigued her. The Phantom had chosen to confront Sevika in this desolate part of the city, where the cries of the oppressed blended with the whispers of the wind.

As the agent stepped out of the shadows, the rain plastered her short, dark hair to her forehead, beads of water glinting like jewels in the neon glow. The Phantom studied her, noticing the tension in her jaw and the way her hand hovered near her holstered weapon. She knew this wasn't going to be a typical exchange of pleasantries.

"You're the one they call The Phantom," Sevika said, her voice steady despite the rapid thumping of her heart.

The assassin offered a small, enigmatic smile. "And you're Sevika. The dogged agent with a vendetta."

Sevika's hand tightened around her gun. "You're under arrest for the murder of twelve civilians and the attempted murder of Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom's smile grew. "Attempted murder? How disappointing. I guess my reputation precedes me, but not quite accurately."

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "You think this is a joke?"

The Phantom's smile never wavered. "I don't joke about my work, Agent."

Her voice was smooth, almost soothing, which made Sevika's grip on her gun tighten even more. The rain was coming down harder now, painting streaks of red across the assassin's cheeks where the light hit the crimson paint that marked her. Sevika knew she had to act fast—this was her chance to bring The Phantom to justice, to end the reign of fear that had gripped the city.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" Sevika said, her voice a mix of anger and admiration. "But you're just another killer."

The Phantom cocked her head to the side, the rain matting her hair to her skull. "Is that what you believe?"

Sevika stepped forward, the water pooling around her boots. "It's not what I believe—it's what you are."

The Phantom's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "You're wrong, Agent. I am justice, in a city where the only law is survival of the fittest."

Sevika took another step closer, her eyes never leaving the assassin's. "Justice is not a knife in the back or a bullet in the brain. It's served in a courtroom, not a dark alley."

The Phantom chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the alley. "You think you understand the world, don't you, Agent? You're so naive, so...beautifully naive."

Her hand shot out faster than Sevika could react, grabbing the agent's wrist and twisting it upward, forcing Sevika to drop her gun. It clattered to the ground, the sound lost in the symphony of rain and distant sirens. The Phantom stepped closer, her breath warm against Sevika's cheek, their bodies mere inches apart.

"You're not the first to underestimate me," she whispered, her eyes locked with Sevika's. The assassin's touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender. "But you might just be the last."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, and with a quick twist, she broke free from the grip. She lunged for her gun, but the Phantom was already on her, their bodies a whirl of motion in the dim light. Rainwater sprayed up as they grappled, the sound of wet fabric tearing and the smell of ozone from the nearby factories filling the air.

The Phantom's hand was like steel as she caught Sevika's wrist again. But this time, instead of pain, there was a gentle pat on the cheek, so condescending that it was almost affectionate. It was a gesture that spoke volumes of the assassin's confidence—and her contempt for the law that Sevika represented.

"You're a cute one," The Phantom said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. "But you're not ready to dance with the big girls yet."

The assassin's hand left Sevika's cheek and she took a step back, her movements as fluid as the rain that continued to fall around them. Sevika's eyes never left her as she bent to retrieve her gun, the water making the grip slick in her hand. She raised it, her finger on the trigger, ready to end this encounter once and for all.

But The Phantom was already gone. Vanished into the night as if she'd never been there at all. Sevika spun around, scanning the alley with a feral intensity, her heart hammering in her chest. The only evidence of the encounter was the crumpled cigarette butt, a puddle of rainwater, and a faint scent of something sweet and metallic that lingered in the air.

The rain pattered against the side of the buildings, the sound a mocking applause for the Phantom's escape. Sevika's hand hovered over her cheek where she'd been patted, the condescension of the gesture still stinging. It was unlike any encounter she'd ever had, leaving her both infuriated and intrigued. Who was this woman, this ghostly killer who played with her prey before she struck?

With a growl of frustration, Sevika bent down and picked up her gun, wiping the rain from its gleaming surface. The sirens grew louder, a symphony of chaos drawing nearer. She knew she had to leave before her backup arrived—before the scene was contaminated by the inevitable onslaught of flashing lights and shouting officers. The Phantom had bested her this time, but it wouldn't be the last.

As she straightened up, her hand brushed against something in her pocket—something that hadn't been there before. Sevika pulled it out, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was a scrap of paper, folded neatly and almost dry despite the downpour. The Phantom had left a parting gift.

Unfolding it with trembling hands, she revealed a handwritten riddle. The ink was a deep crimson, matching the color of the roses that accompanied the assassin's grisly work. The words danced before her eyes, a taunting puzzle that spoke of a challenge unspoken. It read: "I am the one who brings the dawn, yet I am feared by all. Who am I?"

Sevika stared at the riddle, the rain running down her cheeks like tears. The sirens grew louder, painting the alleyway in a strobing blue and red as the first responders approached. But she couldn't tear her gaze away from the paper, the words burning into her mind. It was a game now, and she was a pawn—or perhaps a knight, sent to check the elusive queen.

The Phantom had left a trail of breadcrumbs, a dance of cat and mouse played out in crimson ink on a scrap of discarded newspaper. Sevika knew she had to follow, had to solve this puzzle before the killer struck again. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the meaning behind the words. "The one who brings the dawn, yet is feared by all." It was a twisted riddle, a reflection of the dark heart that beat within the assassin's chest.

Her eyes scanned the surrounding buildings, looking for any clue, any hint of where the Phantom might have fled to. The alley was a maze of shadows and rain, each corner hiding a potential ambush. The sirens grew louder, the lights from the approaching patrol cars piercing the gloom. Sevika knew she had to move fast, to stay one step ahead of her quarry.

Her hand closed around the cold steel of her gun, the comforting weight of it grounding her as she took off at a sprint. The rain stung her eyes, blurring her vision, but she didn't need to see to know where she was going. The Phantom's scent was in the air—a faint trace of metal and something floral that seemed out of place amidst the industrial stench of the city. It was a scent that would lead her to the truth, if she could only follow it.

The alley opened up into a wider street, the neon signs casting a garish glow on the puddles that reflected the chaotic dance of the rain. Sevika's boots splashed through the water, sending waves crashing against the cracked asphalt. The riddle in her pocket felt like a burning ember, a constant reminder of the challenge laid before her.

Her instincts led her to a nondescript door, tucked away between two dilapidated buildings. It was the kind of place that blended into the background unless you knew what you were looking for—or unless you were being led there. She hesitated, the sirens wailing in the distance a stark contrast to the sudden quiet of the moment. But then she saw it—a crimson rose, almost invisible against the darkened brick, its petals sodden with rainwater. It was the Phantom's calling card, a macabre breadcrumb in a city of shadows.

Without a second thought, Sevika pushed the door open, the hinges screeching a protest. The room beyond was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of cheap alcohol and desperation. A few pairs of eyes flicked to her, the dancers on the makeshift stage pausing mid-move, but they quickly lost interest, returning to their rhythmic seduction of the patrons. Sevika scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There, in a corner booth, sat the reader—or rather, the Phantom. She was leaning in, a coy smile playing on her lips, her eyes locked on a woman with a tray of drinks.

The woman was young, her eyes weary but her smile forced. The Phantom's hand rested gently on her wrist, a gesture that was at once comforting and controlling. The dancer's movements grew more sluggish as she leaned closer, whispering something that made the woman's eyes widen in shock. Sevika's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the crimson glint in the assassin's gaze—it was the same look she'd had in the alley. The same look that had promised death and delivered only a taunt.

Sevika approached the table, the sound of her boots on the sticky floor a stark contrast to the music's seductive rhythm. The Phantom looked up, her smile never faltering as she took in the agent's rain-soaked figure. The dancer took the opportunity to slip away, her relief palpable as she disappeared into the shadows.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Agent," the Phantom purred, her voice a velvet whisper in the noisy room.

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "I've seen enough for one night," she said, her voice cold and hard.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, her smile still in place. "Ah, so you've come to play detective. How charmingly predictable."

Sevika ignored the jab and focused on the woman in front of her. "What's your game?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the din of the bar.

The Phantom's smile grew. "A dance of fate, perhaps?" She gestured to the empty chair. "Care to join me?"

Sevika remained standing, her eyes scanning the room. The dancers had resumed their performance, their movements sensual and desperate, each one telling a story of survival in the underbelly of Zaun. The patrons watched with a mix of lust and apathy, their eyes glazed over by the haze of intoxicants and despair. The rain continued to fall outside, its rhythm a mournful serenade to the lives lost and forgotten in the city's endless cycle of pain.

Suddenly, a young prostitute with a body that had seen more than its fair share of hardship sauntered over to their table. Her eyes were heavy with makeup, her smile forced, but there was a spark of something genuine in them—a hope that maybe, just maybe, this encounter would be different from all the others. She slid into the reader's lap, her hands roaming over the leather of the assassin's outfit with a practiced ease.

The Phantom's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Sevika's reaction, the agent's jaw tightening as she took in the scene. The woman's hands grew bolder, her fingertips tracing the line of the reader's jaw, her breath hot against the cool metal of the mask. Sevika couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance—this was no place for a display of affection, especially not with someone as dangerous as the Phantom.

The prostitute's movements grew more overt, her hips rolling with a practiced seductiveness that spoke of a life spent in the shadows of desire. The Phantom's hands slid under the hem of the dancer's skirt, her fingers toying with the soft flesh of her thighs. Sevika's nostrils flared, the smell of sweat and desperation thick in the air. She didn't need this distraction, didn't need to see the way the assassin's hands moved with the same deft grace that had nearly disarmed her in the alley.

The dancer leaned in closer, her painted lips brushing against the Phantom's mask, leaving a smudge of red on the gleaming surface. The Phantom's smile widened, and she whispered something that made the young woman giggle, a sound that was as out of place as a bird's song in the cacophony of the bar. Sevika's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. This was a game within a game—a dance of power and control that she hadn't been prepared for.

The Phantom turned to Sevika, her chrome eyes gleaming with mischief. "You seem tense," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the air. "Why don't you come over here and join us? Maybe she can help you relax."

The prostitute looked up at Sevika, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The Phantom leaned in closer, whispering something in the dancer's ear that made her giggle. The sound was a stark contrast to the tension that coiled around them like a serpent. Sevika felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing despite the chill of the rainwater that still clung to her skin.

Before she could respond, the reader's hand snaked out and caught the prostitute's wrist, pulling her closer. "Why don't you come over here and make yourself useful?" the Phantom said, her voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air.

The dancer's eyes widened in surprise, then a cunning smile spread across her face as she slid off the reader's lap and onto Sevika's, her hands running up the agent's chest. The Phantom's gaze never left Sevika's as she whispered in the prostitute's ear, the words too low for anyone else to hear. The dancer's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye, and she began to move her body in time with the music, her hands roaming Sevika's shoulders and neck.

Sevika felt the heat of the Phantom's thighs against hers, the warmth of the dancer's breath on her neck as she leaned in closer. She clenched her jaw, her eyes locked with the assassin's, a silent challenge in her gaze. But the Phantom just laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. It was a sound that held no mirth, only the promise of something darker, something that Sevika couldn't quite put her finger on.

The prostitute, seemingly unfazed by the tension, began to unbutton Sevika's shirt with practiced ease, her nimble fingers slipping the fabric aside to reveal the dampened skin beneath. Sevika's hand shot up to stop her, her eyes never leaving the Phantom's. "What are you doing?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

The Phantom's laugh was a quiet, private thing, the kind that spoke of secrets shared between old friends. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sevika's ear. "Why don't you let her?" she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "It might do you some good to loosen up."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, the pulse in her throat racing. She knew this was a test, a game of wills played out in the most intimate of arenas. But she couldn't let the Phantom think she was unshakeable. With a growl, she grabbed the dancer by the waist and yanked her onto her lap, the chair groaning in protest. The prostitute giggled, wrapping her arms around Sevika's neck, her body grinding against hers in a display that was more taunt than temptation.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold with an amused smile. "Much better," she murmured, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the nightclub. Her eyes never left Sevika's, the challenge in them unmistakable. The dancer's hands slid down the agent's body, her fingertips tracing the contours of Sevika's breasts, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Sevika's teeth clench.

A drunk man stumbled over, his eyes glazed with lust and liquor. He lurched toward the Phantom, his hands reaching out to grab her. The reader's eyes narrowed, her grip on Sevika tightening as she prepared to intervene, but the Phantom was already in motion. With a swift, almost graceful move, she grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it, sending him sprawling to the floor with a pained yelp. The patrons barely took notice, too lost in their own miseries to care about the brief display of violence.

The prostitute who had been eyeing the reader earlier approached, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice a mix of relief and admiration. "That man, he's always causing trouble here."

The reader nodded curtly, not breaking eye contact with Sevika. The dancer took the opportunity to cuddle up closer to the reader, her arms looping around the assassin's neck. "You're a real hero," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of alcohol. The Phantom's hand slid down the dancer's back, her thumb idly tracing circles on the small of her back.

Sevika felt the heat of the dancer's body against hers, the smoothness of her skin, and the rapid beating of her heart. It was a distraction she didn't need, but somehow couldn't resist. Her hand, still clutching the chair's armrest, began to tremble. The Phantom noticed, her smile widening slightly.

"You know, Agent," she said, her voice a seductive drawl, "you're much more interesting than I thought."

The prostitute had slid off Sevika's lap and was now curled up against the Phantom, her head resting on the reader's shoulder. The Phantom's hand gently stroked her hair, a gesture that seemed almost maternal in the harsh neon glow of the bar. The dancer's eyes were closed, a look of peaceful contentment on her face as she leaned into the touch. It was a stark contrast to the desperation that had been etched into her features just moments before.

Sevika watched the scene unfold, her mind racing. The Phantom was playing another game, one that she didn't understand. But she knew she had to stay focused—there was something about the assassin that was too dangerous to ignore. The Phantom's eyes met hers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was as if she could see the tumult of emotions and thoughts raging behind the agent's stoic facade.

With a sudden burst of strength fueled by frustration and a desperate need for control, Sevika pushed the prostitute aside and grabbed the Phantom by the arm, pulling her out of the booth. The dancer stumbled, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, but she was forgotten as Sevika dragged the reader through the crowded bar. The Phantom didn't resist, her smile never faltering as she allowed herself to be led away.

The room was a blur of neon lights and shadowy figures as they moved through the throng of people. The music grew distant, the voices of the patrons muffled by the pounding of Sevika's heart in her ears. She didn't stop until they reached a back hallway, the air thick with the smell of mold and decay. With a shove, she pushed the reader into a small, dingy room, slamming the door behind them.

The Phantom stumbled, catching herself against the wall with a low chuckle. She straightened up, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she faced Sevika. "Finally," she murmured, "you're showing some spirit."

Sevika's breath was ragged, her eyes flashing with anger and something else—desire, perhaps. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice low and husky.

The Phantom stepped closer, the click of her heels echoing in the small room. She leaned in, her mask almost touching Sevika's face. "What do you think I want?" she whispered, the challenge in her voice unmistakable.

Sevika's hand shot out, her grip like iron as she pushed the Phantom against the wall. "I don't have time for your games," she snarled, her eyes flashing. "You're a killer, and I'm here to bring you in."

The Phantom's smile grew, the crimson paint on her cheeks standing out starkly in the grimy light. "Ah, but what's the fun in that?" she murmured, her breath hot and sweet. "Where's the thrill in capturing a creature that wants to be caught?"

With a flourish of her hand, the reader leaned back against the wall, her arms spread wide in mock surrender. "What are you going to do to me, Agent?" she asked, her voice a siren's call in the dank room. "Arrest me? Or perhaps something more... personal?"

Sevika's grip on the Phantom's wrist tightened, her knuckles white with the effort. "You're under arrest," she ground out, trying to ignore the racing of her heart. "For twelve counts of murder, and attempted murder on Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom chuckled, a sound that was both mesmerizing and maddening. "Déjà vu, darling?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "How quaint. You think you can pin those crimes on me so easily?"

Fugitive Sevika x farmers daughter

As you approached the farthest stall, you heard a faint rustling, something out of place in the usual pattern of animal sounds. Your heart quickened as your eyes fell upon a figure huddled in the corner, shrouded in darkness. Instinctively, your hand flew to the hoe propped against the wall, gripping it tightly as you stepped closer, the wood cool and reassuring under your palm. The figure looked up, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. It was a woman, her eyes wide with fear, a stark contrast to the determination etched into the lines of her face. She was tall, muscular, and her clothes were torn, as though she’d been through a battle.

The resemblance was undeniable—this woman could be the fugitive everyone in town talked about. The one whose face haunted the bulletin boards, the one with a hefty price on her head. But there was something about her, something that made you hesitate. Perhaps it was the way she met your gaze, unflinching, or the quiet strength that radiated from her despite her clear exhaustion. You'd always had a soft spot for those who'd been dealt a rough hand, for the strong ones who hadn’t let their circumstances break them.

"Who are you?" you demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "What are you doing in my father's barn?"

The woman pushed herself to her feet, her movements fluid and surprisingly graceful despite her weary state. She took a step towards you, her hand outstretched in a non-threatening gesture. "I mean you no harm," she said, her voice low and soothing. "My name is Sevika. I've been on the run for days now, and I stumbled upon your farm in desperate need of shelter."

Her honesty was disarming, and you felt your grip on the hoe loosen slightly. You studied her, noticing the dirt caked under her fingernails, the bruises peeking out from beneath her shirt sleeves. "What's your business here?" you asked, still cautious.

"I've been falsely accused," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of weariness. "They say I've committed crimes I haven't. I'm looking for the truth, for a way to clear my name. Your farm seemed like a safe place to rest, just for the night."

You eyed her warily, the stories of the fugitive's supposed ferocity weighing on your mind. Yet, there was something in Sevika's gaze that spoke of innocence, or at least, of a deep-seated pain that you couldn't bring yourself to fear. You made a split-second decision, one that would change the trajectory of both your lives. "You can stay," you said, lowering the hoe. "But you must be gone by morning."

Sevika's eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of deception. Finding none, she nodded solemnly. "I understand," she said. "I won't cause any trouble. I just need somewhere to lay low."

You led her to a secluded corner of the barn, where you had a small cot set up for when you had to stay overnight to keep an eye on a newborn calf or a sick animal. You handed her a blanket and a bucket of water. "You can clean up here," you offered, keeping your voice low. "I'll bring you some food when I can."

Sevika nodded her thanks, and as you left her to rest, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her story than what she'd shared. Her eyes had held a depth of pain that suggested a history of struggle and survival. You returned to the house, your thoughts racing with questions about her past and the reasons behind the bounty on her head.

Breakfast was a silent affair, your father's curiosity piqued by your distraction, but you brushed off his inquiries with a shrug and a promise of a full explanation later. You couldn't risk telling him about Sevika; not until you were certain of her intentions. Instead, you gathered some leftover stew and a chunk of bread, along with a clean set of your brother's old clothes that had been mended countless times.

When you returned to the barn, the scene before you was not what you had expected. Sevika lay in the jumbo barrel you had used to clean the pigs, but she had thoroughly cleaned it before resting there. Her body was submerged in the water, which shimmered with the light reflecting off the barn's corrugated tin roof. She had removed her torn and dirty clothes, leaving them in a soggy pile beside the barrel. You felt a blush creep up your neck, but quickly composed yourself, reminding yourself that you had seen worse on the farm.

Her muscles looked relaxed, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. Her face, now free of the grime of the road, revealed a beauty that had been obscured before. High cheekbones and full, pink lips made you bite yours to keep from making a sound that might wake her. Her eyes fluttered open as you approached, and she looked up at you, unabashedly naked, and for a moment, you both just stared.

The air was thick with tension as she slowly climbed out of the barrel, the water cascading down her body, creating rivulets that traced the contours of her muscles. She reached for the towel you had brought and wrapped it around herself, tucking it tightly under her arms. The fabric clung to her wet skin, revealing more than it concealed, and you had to avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks grow hot.

"Thank you," she murmured, her eyes never leaving yours as she took the plate of stew and bread from your outstretched hand. She sat on the bale of hay you had designated for her, her movements deliberate and controlled. You watched as she began to eat, the silence between you stretching like a tightrope.

As you turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of something shimmering on the floor beside the barrel. You stepped closer, your curiosity getting the better of you, and picked up the object. It was a necklace, the chain delicate and interwoven with intricate patterns that glinted in the light. A single stone, a sapphire, you thought, hung from the center, surrounded by smaller diamonds. It was a stark contrast to the roughness of her attire and the starkness of her situation.

You felt a sudden urge to know more about Sevika, to unravel the mystery she had brought to your quiet farm. You set the necklace on the stool next to the barrel, deciding to ask her about it later, and made your way back to the house to start the day's work.

The sun had climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the fields when you returned to the barn later, expecting to find Sevika dressed and ready to leave. But instead, she was curled up in the jumbo barrel, fast asleep, her naked form submerged in the water. The sight of her there, vulnerable and unguarded, filled you with a strange mix of emotions—part protectiveness, part fascination. You paused, watching the way the light played over her skin, the gentle curve of her shoulder, the strength in her arms. Her long, dark hair floated around her like a halo, creating a stark contrast against the water's surface.

Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, the only sound in the barn other than the occasional snort from the horses or the distant crow of a rooster. The sight of her, so at peace in such an unlikely sanctuary, made you feel like you were intruding on a sacred moment. Yet, you couldn’t help but be drawn closer, your curiosity piqued by the delicate necklace you had noticed earlier.

You set aside the bucket of feed you were carrying and approached the makeshift bed. The smell of damp hay and clean skin mingled together, creating an unexpectedly pleasant aroma. Carefully, you laid the blanket and pillow down, trying not to disturb her rest. You arranged the pillow to be more comfortable, plumping it up slightly so that it cradled the base of her neck. The soft fabric of the blanket was a stark contrast to the rough straw beneath it. A few loose strands of hay clung to her skin, and you gently brushed them away, feeling a strange sense of tenderness that you couldn’t quite explain.

Next, you placed the apples you had brought with you at the foot of the bed, feeling a bit like you were setting a scene from a storybook. They were ripe and red, the kind that looked too perfect to be real. You hoped they would be a welcome sight when she woke, a small gesture of hospitality to someone who had likely not enjoyed such comforts in a long while. You stepped back and surveyed your work, feeling a sense of pride in the small improvements you had made to her temporary shelter.

The barn had always been a place of solace for you, a sanctuary from the daily chores and expectations that came with being the farmer’s daughter. You knew every inch of it, from the loft where you had hidden as a child to the secret spot where the cats liked to give birth to their litters. And now, it was serving as refuge for someone who needed it more than you could ever imagine.

You had left Sevika to rest, her safety and comfort your priority, and when you returned a few hours later, the scene before you was one of peace and tranquility. She was dressed in your brother’s clothes, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that made you feel a sudden pang of something you didn’t quite recognize. Her wet hair was slicked back, revealing the strong line of her jaw and the proud tilt of her chin. And she wasn’t alone. The pregnant mare you had been so worried about had given birth, and there she was, cradling the foal in the straw, her own arms wrapped around the mother’s neck in a silent pact of protection and kinship.

Sevika looked up as you approached, the softness in her eyes speaking volumes. "They're okay," she whispered, nodding towards the horses. "The mother was in distress, and the foal was breech. I managed to help them."

Your heart swelled with a mix of relief and admiration for this woman who had not only found refuge in your barn but had also brought new life into it. You knelt beside her, reaching out to gently stroke the foal's velvety muzzle. Its eyes fluttered open, and it nuzzled your hand, seeking warmth and comfort.

"You have quite the gentle touch," you said softly, smiling at Sevika. She returned the smile, her expression one of quiet pride. The bond between the two of them was undeniable. "Thank you for helping her."

Sevika x uninterested oc

The door creaked open, and in walked Sevika, one of his most trusted lieutenants. She had seen the city change under his leadership, had felt the tremors of power shifting beneath their feet. She knew the look on his face when he had something important to say, something that would change the tides of the city's underworld once again. She took her usual seat across from him, her gaze drifting to the unfamiliar Wokan who lounged in the corner, his piercings glinting in the dim light.

Silco leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers, and regarded her with a measured expression. "Sevika," he began, his voice a low rumble, "I've brought you here because I have a new opportunity for us. This is Zeri," he nodded towards the newcomer, "She has certain... skills that could prove invaluable to our operation."

The pierced woman, Zeri, pushed herself off the wall with a grace that belied the heavy boots she wore, extending a hand to Sevika. "Pleasure," she said with a coy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Sevika took the hand, noticing the firm grip and the hint of something else, something dangerous, beneath the veneer of civility.

The room was thick with the scent of leather and engine grease, a blend that spoke of the hard work and determination that had brought them all to this moment. Sevika's own attire, a pair of well-worn cargo pants and a crop top that left her midriff bare, mirrored the no-nonsense attitude she brought to the table. She'd earned her place in Silco's inner circle through sweat and strategy, not by playing nice with new faces.

Her eyes narrowed as she assessed Zeri. The woman's tattoos were intricate, winding like vines around her arms, hinting at a past rich in both pain and power. The piercings dotted her face and ears like stars in a constellation, each one a silent declaration of her strength and resilience. Sevika's own hands rested on her thighs, her fingers tapping out a rhythm that matched the racing thoughts in her head.

"I need someone to show Zeri around, get her acquainted with our methods," Silco continued, his gaze flicking between them. "You know the ins and outs of this city better than anyone else, Sevika."

Sevika felt a twinge of hesitation. Trusting new faces was a luxury they couldn't often afford, but if Silco vouched for her, there had to be something special about Zeri. She nodded curtly. "Alright, I'll take her under my wing."

Silco's smile was a knowing one, as if he could read the unspoken concerns playing out on her face. "I trust your judgment, Sevika. Just show her the ropes, introduce her to the crew. Let's see what she's made of."

With a nod, Sevika rose from her chair, gesturing for Zeri to follow. The newcomer's boots clicked against the concrete floor as they made their way through the warehouse, passing by the bustling workstations where Silco's loyalists toiled away. The air was charged with anticipation and a hint of unease, the kind that came with the arrival of a potential game-changer.

As they descended the metal stairs into the main work area, the cacophony of hammers and whirring engines grew louder. Heads turned to follow their descent, eyes lingering on Zeri's tattoos and piercings, the unmistakable markers of a seasoned street fighter. A murmur of whispers trailed them like a shadow, but the woman didn't seem to notice or care. Her gaze remained fixed ahead, a silent challenge to anyone who dared to question her presence.

The warehouse floor was a maze of half-assembled weapons and makeshift workstations, each manned by a member of Silco's diverse crew. As they walked through, the conversations grew quieter, until only the sound of their footsteps echoed through the vast space. It was a show of respect for Sevika, and a curiosity about the newcomer.

Zeri's gaze swept the room, eyes cold and assessing. She had seen places like this before, the heart of operations where the desperate and the ambitious came together to forge a future in the shadow of the city's gleaming towers. It was a world she understood all too well.

As they approached one of the workstations, a burly man with grease-stained overalls looked up from his work, his eyes lingering on Zeri's form. He grinned, wiping his hands on a rag and leaning against his workbench. "Welcome to the jungle, darlin'. You look like you've got the right kind of bite for this place," he called out, attempting a cocks

ure charm.

Without missing a beat, Zeri pulled a dart from the sheath at her side and sent it whistling through the air. It embedded itself in the wooden beam just above the man's head with a thunk, the message clear: she wasn't there to be ogled. The room went from a murmur to a shocked silence, the only sound the faint ringing of the dart vibrating against the wood.

Sevika's eyes widened slightly, impressed by the display. She stepped in front of Zeri, a hand on her arm to keep her from taking any further action. "This is our crew, Zeri. They're curious, not a threat. Let's keep the hostility to a minimum."

The burly man's grin faltered, his face reddening as he realized his mistake. "S-sorry, boss," he stammered, glancing at Sevika before quickly averting his gaze. The rest of the room returned to their work, the tension dissipating as if it

had never been.

Zeri withdrew another dart, spinning it in her fingers as she walked. The metal glinted in the artificial light, a silent promise of more to come if necessary. Sevika felt the weight of the crew's eyes on her back, watching to see how she would handle the situation. She knew she had to tread carefully. "Easy there," she murmured, her voice low enough for only Zeri to hear. "We're a tight-knit group here. They're just... eager to make an impression."

The two of them continued their tour, the whispers of the crew following them like a shadow. Sevika could feel the tension in the air, but she kept her cool, her eyes darting around the room, looking for any signs of trouble. As they neared the back of the warehouse, she spotted a couple of the newer recruits, their voices carrying over the din. They were huddled together, talking in low tones and casting glances at Zeri. The name 'Zuri' floated through the air, tinged with something less than respect.

Zeri's steps slowed, and she turned her pierced ear towards the group. Her expression didn't change, but Sevika could see the muscles in her jaw tighten. "Not everyone's here to make an impression," she said, her voice a low warning growl. "Some are just here to survive."

The two men at the back of the room looked up from their conversation, their eyes meeting Sevika's. They were young, probably not much older than Zeri, with the kind of cocky swagger that came from living on the edge. They had the nerve to smirk, not realizing they'd just been called out by the boss's right-hand woman.

"Let's go," Sevika said, leading Zeri towards the bar at the far end of the warehouse. The makeshift counter was made of scrap metal, bolted together with careless haste. Above it hung a neon sign that flickered erratically, casting a sickly green light on the bottles and cans lined up like soldiers on a battlefield.

The bar was a sanctuary, a place where the crew could unwind after a long day of work. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and the faint sweetness of smoke from the herb that grew wild outside the city walls. The jukebox in the corner played a low, throbbing beat that seemed to resonate with the heart of the city itself.

Behind the counter, a bartender with a mohawk and a mouth full of piercings leaned on the sticky surface, watching the newcomer with a predatory interest. She sauntered over, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she began to clean a glass with a cloth that had seen better days. "What can I get you, beautiful?" she purred, her eyes lingering on Zeri's tattoos.

Zeri leaned against the counter, her movements languid and deliberate. "Whatever keeps the edge off," she replied, her own smile a challenge. The bartender's eyes narrowed, intrigued by the Wokan's confidence.

"Two shots of your strongest stuff," Sevika said firmly, cutting through the thickening tension. She knew the game all too well—the subtle dance of power and attraction that often played out in places like this. The bartender nodded, pouring two generous shots of a clear, fiery liquid.

"So, Zeri," Sevika began, raising her glass in a silent toast, "You must have a thing for the ladies if you can do a one-eighty that fast," she said with a smirk, referring to the way Zeri's mood had shifted from the cold silence to the warm banter with the bartender.

Zeri took the shot with a practiced ease, the fiery liquid sliding down her throat without so much as a flinch. "You know how it is," she quipped, setting the glass down with a thud, "Can't resist the charm of the fairer sex."

The bartender's smile grew a bit more genuine, and she slid another two shots across the counter. "On the house," she said, her eyes flicking to the men at the back of the room, who had now turned their attention to the game of pool in a feeble attempt to save face.

"Why so serious when you met me?" Sevika asked, raising an eyebrow as she took the second shot with a grimace. The alcohol burned a fiery path down her throat, but she kept her expression neutral. She wasn't one to show weakness, especially not to someone she had to train and trust with the future of Silco's operation.

Zeri's smile was enigmatic as she took the second shot. "You're not like the others," she said, her voice a low purr. "You're not just someone to charm or intimidate."

Sevika studied her for a moment, the question lingering in the air. "What do you mean?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Zeri leaned back against the counter, her eyes meeting Sevika's with a smoldering intensity. "You're different," she said, her voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate through the very air around them. "I can tell you've seen the worst of what this world has to offer, and you've come out the other side stronger for it."

Sevika's smile was tight, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a way that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Is that why you're here?" she asked, her voice a cool challenge. "To find someone tougher than you?"

Zeri's eyes didn't waver from hers as she took a sip from her bottle of beer, her piercings glinting with every movement. "No," she said simply, "I'm here because Silco thinks I can help. And I don't do bravado. What you see is what you get."

Her voice was smooth, a stark contrast to the roughness of the industrial sounds that surrounded them. The room was a blend of steel and sweat, a place where reputations were built and tested daily. Yet here they were, two women with a history etched into their skin, sharing a moment of quiet understanding amidst the chaos.

Zeri's gaze remained steadfast, her eyes a deep, piercing blue that seemed to bore into Sevika's soul. "I don't flirt for show," she said, her words carrying the weight of truth. "I flirt because I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it."

Sevika raised an eyebrow, the challenge in Zeri's voice not lost on her. She'd heard the whispers, seen the way the other crew members looked at Zeri, but she wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "And what is it you want, exactly?" she asked, her voice a low murmur that only the two of them could hear over the clank of the pool balls and the distant murmur of the city.

Zeri's smile grew a little wider, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "To make a name for myself," she said, her gaze flicking over Sevika's taut frame, "And if I can do that alongside someone as intriguing as you, all the better."

Sevika felt a jolt of something unfamiliar, a spark of attraction that she hadn't felt in a long time. She took a step back, placing her now-empty shot glass on the counter with a deliberate clink. "Let's keep things professional," she said firmly, her voice betraying none of the tumult within.

Zeri's smile didn't fade, but her eyes grew shrewd. "I can do that," she said, her tone dropping to a murmur that was almost a purr. "But you can't blame a girl for trying."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't help the hint of a smirk that played on her lips. "I've had enough of that," she said, turning away from the bar to face the warehouse floor. "Let's get to work."

Zeri followed, her boots clicking in a steady rhythm behind Sevika's. The crew watched them with a mix of curiosity and wariness, the whispers growing quieter as they approached. Sevika knew the look in their eyes—it was the same one they'd had when she'd first arrived, a mix of admiration and fear. They knew she didn't tolerate nonsense, and they were waiting to see if Zeri was cut from the same cloth.

SEVIKA X fem READER

Warning: slight smut , confort for sevika , power of play

In the stark silence of the early morning, the digital clock on the nightstand flickered 3:14 AM. The room was a chilly tomb, the only sound the distant hum of the city above. Sevika stirred beneath the heavy blankets, a shiver running down her spine.

"Where the hell is he?" she murmured into the dark, her hand reaching out to the cold, empty space beside her. The panic began to rise in her chest like a trapped bird, flapping its wings against the bars of her ribcage. The bed was still warm from his body, but he was gone.

Her eyes searched the room, darting from corner to corner, but only shadows danced in the moonlit gloom. Then she felt it—a gentle pressure on her shoulder, a soft caress that sent a spark of warmth through her body. Through the hoodie's small eye-hole, she spied a pair of arms, tightly wound around her waist, a hand resting on her chest. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Her gaze traveled down to the hand, and she noticed it was cupping her breast, thumb idly circling her nipple. A smile played on her lips despite the nip of anxiety that hadn't fully left her. The reader was here, right beside her, curled up in a way that made her look like a koala clinging to a tree. Only, instead of a tree, it was Sevika's body giving him warmth and comfort. She reached up and gently poked his fingers, and his eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

"You scared me," she whispered, still breathless from the mix of fear and arousal.

The reader chuckled lowly, her voice a warm rumble against Sevika's skin. "Couldn't sleep," she murmured, her eyes still half-lidded with sleep. "I just wanted to hold you closer, keep you warm."

Sevika's heart melted a little at the admission. She leaned into the embrace, her breathing evening out as the panic receded. The reader's touch was soothing, familiar, and incredibly arousing. She felt a blush creep up her neck as the thumb on her nipple continued to make lazy circles. "I've told you before," she said with a smirk, "you don't need to sneak up on me like that. I might have had a heart attack."

The reader's hand paused, and she could feel the tension in her body spike again. "I didn't mean to scare you," she said, the smile in her voice unmistakable. "But if you don't mind..." Her grip tightened slightly, giving Sevika's breast a gentle squeeze, "I kind of liked the idea of you waking up with me like this."

Sevika's breath hitched, and she felt the heat between her legs grow. "Well, you've definitely got my attention," she whispered, a playful lilt to her voice. She couldn't help but lean into the touch, her body responding instinctively. The reader's hand began to move again, her thumb and forefinger playing with the sensitive flesh, rolling her nipple gently. Sevika bit back a moan, arching her back slightly to give the reader better access.

Through the small eye-hole in the hoodie, she watched the reader's expression, the way her eyes darkened with desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had this kind of power over someone so strong, so capable. The reader's other hand began to trace patterns on Sevika's stomach, the warmth of her palm sending shivers through her core. Sevika's hand found its way to the reader's wrist, guiding her lower, until her fingers grazed the waistband of her sweatpants.

With a sudden jolt of boldness, Sevika sat up, yanking the hoodie off her head. The cold air hit her like a slap, but she barely noticed as she took in the sight before her. The reader was indeed naked underneath, her skin ghostly pale in the moonlight, her breasts full and firm, her stomach flat and toned. The sight made Sevika's mouth water, and she couldn't help the growl that rumbled in her chest.

"How did I not feel these?" she asked, her voice thick with lust as she cupped the reader's breasts in both her hands. They were heavier than she had imagined, and she felt the reader's heart racing under her palms. "They're like...rock hard."

The reader chuckled again, a sound that was both cute and incredibly sexy. "They get that way when you're around." Her hand slid down to the juncture of Sevika's thighs, teasing the fabric of her sweatpants. "But enough about me," she whispered, her breath hot against Sevika's ear. "How about we warm each other up?"

Without waiting for a reply, the reader's hand slid inside Sevika's pants, her fingers finding their way to the wetness that had already gathered there. Sevika gasped as the reader's long, agile digits began to stroke her clit, the pressure just right, the rhythm steady. It was like she knew exactly what Sevika needed, and she couldn't help the way her body responded, hips moving in time with the reader's touch.

"Fuck, yes," Sevika breathed, her eyes closing as pleasure began to coil in her belly. "But I want...more." The words came out as a whine, a desperate plea. The reader's grin was wicked, and she knew exactly what Sevika was asking for. With a wiggle of her own hips, she straddled Sevika's waist, her own sweatpants sliding down her legs.

"Beg for it," the reader whispered, her hand never leaving its sweet torment. Sevika's eyes snapped open, a fierce hunger in her gaze. She didn't usually beg, but right now, she would do anything for that release.

"Please," she managed to say, her voice hoarse with need. "Choke me out with your thighs." It was a strange request, one they had talked about in the throes of passion before but never tried. The reader's eyes lit up, a thrill of excitement dancing across her features.

Without a word, the reader positioned herself above Sevika's face, her thighs parting to either side of her neck. Sevika could feel the heat of her pussy just inches away, and the scent of arousal filled the air. She licked her lips, anticipation building as the reader's thighs began to close around her neck. The pressure was firm but not painful, a delicious kind of suffocation that made her head swim.

Sevika reached up, her hands grabbing the reader's hips for leverage. The reader's breath was ragged now, her eyes never leaving Sevika's as she tightened her grip. Sevika's eyes watered a little, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took a deep breath and buried her face in the warm, wet folds of the reader's sex, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness that awaited her.

The reader groaned, her thighs squeezing even tighter around Sevika's neck as she felt the first touch of her tongue. Sevika didn't hold back, licking and sucking with a fervor that left the reader gasping for air. She could feel the reader's muscles clenching around her neck, the pressure building, but she didn't stop. The taste of her was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal driving her wild.

The reader's hands found their way into Sevika's hair, gripping tightly as she rode her face. Sevika's world narrowed to the pulsing heat between the reader's legs, the scent of her sex, the sweet taste of her juices. She could feel her own desire building, a pressure that demanded release.

With a final, guttural cry, the reader's body convulsed, her thighs tightening around Sevika's neck until she could barely breathe. The pressure was intense, the feeling of being trapped exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Sevika's own climax washed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that left her trembling and panting.

As the reader's orgasm subsided, she released her grip slightly, allowing Sevika to pull back and take a much-needed gulp of air. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and a smug smile played on her lips. "Good girl," she murmured, stroking Sevika's cheek with the back of her hand.

Sevika whimpered, her eyes pleading as she tried to wiggle back down to the reader's wetness. Her own need was still burning, demanding to be satiated. "More," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need to taste you more."

The reader's smile was wicked, a knowing glint in her eye as she pulled away, her legs sliding off Sevika's neck. "Not yet," she said, her voice still thick with arousal. "First, I want to feel your strength." Sevika watched, bewildered, as the reader turned onto her back, her legs spread wide, inviting.

Sevika didn't need further prompting. She straddled the reader's waist, her own wetness making her slide easily along the reader's abs. The reader's eyes locked onto hers as she brought her arm up, placing it around the reader's neck. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

The reader's eyes gleamed with a challenge. "Choke me," she said simply, her voice a seductive purr. "But don't hold back."

Sevika's eyes widened, a thrill of excitement shooting through her. This was new territory, something they hadn't tried before. But she was eager to please, eager to explore this new facet of their relationship. She brought her other arm up, placing it around the reader's neck as well, the muscles in her biceps flexing. The reader's pulse throbbed against her forearm, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her own racing heart.

Sevika leaned down, pressing her forearms into the reader's throat, feeling the soft flesh give way slightly beneath the pressure. The reader's eyes never left hers, a silent communication of trust and desire passing between them. Sevika felt a rush of power, a heady mix of dominance and submission that made her wetter with every passing second.

Her grip tightened, the reader's pulse fluttering against her arms like a caged butterfly. The reader's breathing grew shallower, and she could see the veins in her neck bulging with the strain. Sevika's own arousal was building, her clit throbbing in time with the reader's pulse. She couldn't help but rub herself against the reader's pelvis, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

The reader's eyes grew darker, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, giving Sevika the go-ahead. With a deep breath, Sevika pushed down harder with her biceps, cutting off the reader's airway. The reader's eyes widened, but she didn't panic, didn't fight back. Instead, she brought her hands up to Sevika's wrists, not to push her away, but to hold her in place, to urge her on.

Sevika felt a rush of power, a sense of control that she hadn't experienced before. She increased the pressure slightly, watching as the reader's face began to redden, her eyes glazed over with need. The reader's hands tightened around her wrists, and she could feel the throb of the reader's pulse growing stronger, more insistent.

The reader's legs wrapped around Sevika's waist, pulling her closer, urging her to apply more pressure. Sevika leaned down, her teeth grazing the reader's earlobe as she whispered, "Is this what you want?" The reader nodded, her breathing now little more than desperate gasps.

With a growl, Sevika released her grip on the reader's neck and brought her hand to her own throat, demonstrating the intensity she was about to give. The reader's eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded again, her chest rising and falling with excitement. Sevika's biceps tightened around the reader's throat, the muscles standing out in stark relief. The reader's eyes rolled back in her head, a soft moan escaping her lips as the air grew thinner.

Sevika felt a strange thrill at the sight, a mix of power and concern. She watched the reader's face closely, making sure she wasn't in real distress, her own breathing shallow as she waited for the signal to stop. The reader's cheeks flushed a dark red, and she reached up to trace a finger along Sevika's forearm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The touch was gentle, a silent plea for more.

Sevika swallowed hard, her arousal spiking as she tightened her biceps around the reader's throat. The reader's eyes rolled back in her head, and a gasping sound escaped her lips. The pressure was intense, a dance on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain, but Sevika knew the reader could handle it. She had seen the way she craved the intensity, the way she thrived on the edge.

Her hand hovered over the reader's pussy, fingers itching to delve into the wetness that beckoned her. But she didn't move, didn't make contact. Instead, she watched the reader's face, studied the subtle cues of her body language, the way her hips bucked slightly against her. It was a silent communication, a shared understanding that no words could convey.

Then it came—the signal. The reader's hand flew to her own throat, mimicking the grip that Sevika had on her neck, but this time she squeezed, the tips of her fingers pressing into her skin. Sevika's eyes narrowed, understanding dawning. The reader didn't want her to stop; she wanted more.

With a smirk, Sevika released her hold, watching as the reader gasped for air, her chest heaving with the sudden rush of oxygen. "So greedy," she murmured, a hint of mockery in her voice. She didn't move from her position, her arms still wrapped around the reader's neck, her legs still straddling her waist.

The reader's eyes snapped open, a flash of something akin to irritation crossing her features before she let out a whine. "Not fair," she protested, her voice hoarse. "You stopped."

Sevika couldn't help but laugh, the sound low and throaty. "What, big baby can't handle a little rough play?" She teased, her grip on the reader's throat loosening as she playfully poked her in the ribs. The reader squirmed under her touch, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Fine," she said with a dramatic sigh, "I'll give you what you want." With surprising agility, Sevika rolled off the bed, her legs hitting the cold floor with a slap. The reader watched her, the irritation in her eyes morphing into curiosity. Sevika stood up, the chilly air hitting her naked body and making her nipples harden into tight peaks. She strode over to the reader, who was now sitting up, her own breathing still ragged from the rush of adrenaline.

Grabbing the reader's wrists, she pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. "Now," she said with a smirk, "who's the big baby?" The reader's eyes flashed with excitement, and she leaned back, letting Sevika take control. Sevika's hands moved to the reader's throat again, but this time she didn't choke her. Instead, she guided her down until the reader was lying on the floor, her back to the carpet.

The reader's body was a canvas of desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared up at Sevika with a mix of anticipation and defiance. Sevika stepped over her, straddling her neck, her pussy hovering just above the reader's face. "You want more?" she taunted, her voice a sultry whisper. "Then earn it."

With a growl of need, the reader reached up, her hands wrapping around Sevika's thighs as she tried to pry them apart. Sevika's muscles tensed, resisting the reader's urgent grip. "Patience," she chuckled, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the forehead. "You'll get what you want when I say so."

The reader's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and arousal. She knew better than to push Sevika when she was in this mood, but the desire to be dominated was burning through her like a wildfire. Sevika took a step back, allowing the reader to kneel before her, her eyes never leaving hers as she spread her legs wider. "Beg," she whispered, her voice a seductive command.

The reader swallowed hard, her eyes watering as she nodded. "Please, Sevika," she whispered, her voice a hoarse plea. "I need you. Let me taste you, let me feel you." Sevika's smile grew, the power exchange sending a thrill through her veins. She leaned down, her hand reaching out to caress the reader's cheek.

"Good girl," she murmured, the affection in her voice clear. With surprising gentleness, she guided the reader's head to her inner thigh, pressing her cheek against her warm skin. The reader's breath was hot against her, her nose nuzzling closer to the apex of Sevika's legs. Sevika's own arousal grew, her clit pulsing with anticipation.

The reader's hands wrapped around Sevika's thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she begged for more. Sevika's eyes closed, savoring the sensation of the reader's breath against her skin, the desperation in her voice. It was intoxicating, the feeling of being needed, of being desired so fervently.

With a sigh, Sevika lowered herself, the reader's nose now nestled in the soft, wet warmth of her pussy. She could feel the reader's breath hitch, her body trembling with restraint. "Good," she murmured, stroking the reader's hair. "That's what I want."

The reader's hands tightened around Sevika's thighs, her forehead pressing against her sex as she begged, "Please, let me make you come." Sevika's chest tightened, the sound of her desperation sending a shiver of pleasure through her. She leaned back slightly, giving the reader more access, and felt the warmth of her breath against her clit.

For a moment, she was tempted to give in, to let the reader consume her with her mouth. But then she remembered the thrill of the chokehold, the delicious power she had felt when the reader had been at her mercy. She decided to return the favor, to give her a taste of what it was like to be denied. "No," she said firmly, her voice low and commanding. "Not yet."

The reader whined in frustration, her eyes pleading. Sevika felt a surge of satisfaction at the sound, enjoying the control she had over her lover. "Look at me," she ordered, her voice dropping to a whisper. The reader complied, her eyes locking onto Sevika's as she hovered above her. "I want to see the desperation in your eyes when I finally let you taste me."

Sevika took another step back, her legs still trembling with need. She watched as the reader's gaze followed her, hungry and desperate. With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned for the reader to stand. The reader complied, her movements jerky and uncoordinated with need. Sevika stepped closer, her breath hot on the reader's neck as she whispered, "You want this?"

The reader nodded, her eyes glazed over with desire. Sevika reached down and grabbed her chin, tilting her head back to meet her gaze. "Then come get it," she said, her voice a low purr. The reader didn't need any more encouragement. She lunged forward, her mouth finding Sevika's clit with a fervor that made Sevika gasp.

Sevika's legs trembled as the reader's tongue worked her over, licking and sucking with an intensity that was almost painful. She leaned back against the bed, her hands bracing herself as she felt the orgasm building within her. "Harder," she gritted out, her hips rocking slightly against the reader's face. The reader's teeth grazed her clit, and Sevika's legs began to shake uncontrollably.

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, she felt something change. The reader's tongue slowed, the pressure lightened, and she pulled away slightly. "What are you doing?" Sevika growled, her voice thick with lust. The reader's eyes gleamed with mischief as she sat back on her heels, her chin glistening with Sevika's juices.

"I thought you wanted to play," she teased, her voice a low purr. Before Sevika could respond, the reader leaned in and gave her clit one final, hard suck, making her jolt and whine. Then she sat back, her hands resting on her thighs, watching as Sevika's legs trembled, her body on the cusp of release.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, her desire warring with the sudden frustration. But she knew the game, knew the thrill of being denied only made the eventual release all the more satisfying. She took a deep breath and leaned down, her hands grabbing the reader's arms and pulling her to her feet. "You want to play hard to get?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

The reader grinned up at her, her own arousal clear in the way she stood, chest heaving. "Always," she murmured, her eyes glinting with excitement. Sevika's smirk grew as she pushed the reader down onto the bed, her hands planting firmly on the mattress on either side of her head. "Fine," she said, "you want it like that?"

Without waiting for an answer, she swung her leg over the reader's face, her pussy coming down to cover her nose and mouth. The reader's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest, her hands moving to grip the back of Sevika's thighs. Sevika leaned forward, her weight pressing down, the fabric of her sweatpants a thin barrier between them.

"You want it that badly?" Sevika taunted, her voice low and seductive. "You'll have to work for it." She began to rock her hips slightly, the pressure increasing, the reader's muffled sounds of protest vibrating against her. The reader squirmed beneath her, trying to push her hips up to get closer, but Sevika held firm, her thighs squeezing tighter around the reader's head.

Sevika felt a thrill of power as she watched the reader's eyes widen, the pressure on her face increasing as she struggled for breath. She leaned down, her mouth just above the reader's ear. "Beg for it," she murmured, her breath hot and tickling. "Beg for me to let you come."

The reader's muffled moan was all the encouragement Sevika needed. She began to move in earnest, her hips grinding down into the reader's face, the fabric of her sweatpants growing damp with the reader's saliva. She could feel the reader's tongue probing at the seam, desperately seeking entry, but she held firm, enjoying the way her lover's body writhed beneath her.

As the reader's struggles grew more frantic, Sevika leaned in closer, her voice a whispered promise. "If you want it, you're going to have to make me feel good," she said, her words punctuated by the rhythmic pressure of her thighs. The reader nodded frantically, her hands reaching up to pull at Sevika's waist, trying to urge her closer.

Sevika took the hint, her own need building as she felt the reader's desperation. She squeezed her thighs tighter, trapping the reader's face against her sex, the fabric of her sweatpants growing soaked with the reader's saliva. The reader's muffled sounds grew louder, more insistent, and Sevika could feel her own orgasm building.

The reader's hands slid up her body, gripping her hips and trying to pull her closer, her nails digging into Sevika's skin. The pain was a delicious contrast to the pleasure building inside her, and Sevika couldn't help but groan as the reader's tongue finally found its way under the fabric. The warm wetness of her mouth sent jolts of pleasure through Sevika's body, making her toes curl and her back arch.

💙💙💙AU!POWDER X READER💙💙💙

Warning‼️ : angst , slight indication of smut

The friend, whose name was Briar, had a slightly bewildered look on her face, her eyes flitting around the bustling bar as if searching for something she hadn't quite noticed before. "Huh? Oh, sorry, Powder. I was just... thinking." She took a swig from her frosty mug, the foam clinging to her upper lip in a way that made Powder's heart do a little flip.

The bar, a grimy gem nestled in the bowels of Zaun, was alive with the usual mix of industrial workers and scoundrels seeking refuge from the smoggy streets outside. The neon lights flickered, casting shadows that danced on the grime-covered walls. The air was thick with the smell of spilled ale and sweat, a potent reminder of the city's never-ending toil. This was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment—or so Powder had hoped.

Gurt, the studs-up waitress with a penchant for flirting, sailed past them, a tray of drinks balanced precariously on her well-inked forearms. She winked at the reader, her piercing blue eyes playful as she leaned in to serve the table next to them. Powder's cheeks grew hot with a mix of embarrassment and something else—something she hadn't quite identified yet. She took a deep breath, the smoky haze clinging to her lungs as she tried to ignore the flutter in her chest. It wasn't fair, she thought. Why couldn't Briar see her the way everyone else did? Why couldn't she just look at Powder like that?

Mylo, the bumbling but well-meaning bouncer, lumbered over, a toothpick dangling from his mouth as he offered a lopsided grin. "You two need another round?" he asked, gesturing to their nearly empty mugs. Briar nodded absently, her gaze still lost in the chaotic dance of the bar patrons. Mylo's eyes lit up at the prospect of serving the reader, who he'd had a not-so-secret crush on for weeks. "On the house," he said with a wink before heading back to the counter, leaving Powder feeling like a forgotten afterthought.

The reader's eyes snapped back to Powder, realizing their wandering attention. "I'm sorry," they said, placing a gentle hand on her arm, "I guess I'm just a little distracted tonight." Powder forced a smile, her stomach doing a flip as she felt the warmth of the reader's touch. It was moments like these that made her hope that maybe, just maybe, the reader felt something more than friendship.

As if on cue, the door to the bar swung open with a gust of grimy air, and in stumbled Ekko. His messy brown hair fell into his eyes, which grew wide when he caught sight of the reader's hand on Powder's waist. A flicker of something unpleasant passed across his face before it was quickly replaced by his usual cocky grin. "Well, well, well," he drawled, "What do we have here?"

Powder rolled her eyes, the heat from the reader's touch sending a jolt through her body. She felt a strange mix of annoyance and relief—annoyed that Ekko had intruded on their moment, yet relieved that the reader had made their stance clear. "Just a friendly chat," she said, her voice a tad too sweet, "Briar and I were just catching up."

Ekko sauntered over, his boots scuffing against the sticky bar floor. He leaned against the edge of their table, his arms crossed over his chest. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice dripping with insincerity. The reader's grip tightened on Powder's waist, and she felt a thrill run through her. It was like they were in a silent battle, each move speaking louder than any words could.

With a suddenness that took everyone by surprise, the reader's hand shot up and grabbed the back of Powder's head, pulling her closer. Before she could even gasp, their lips were pressing against the soft skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Powder's eyes widened in shock and pleasure, her heart racing as she felt the warmth of their breath against her skin. She had never been so acutely aware of every sensation in her body, from the way her pulse pounded in her ears to the electricity zapping through her veins.

Ekko's smug smile faltered, his eyes narrowing in confusion and something else—was that jealousy? The bar's noisy chatter faded into the background as the world around them grew fuzzy. The reader's hand slid around to cradle Powder's jaw, tilting it up to meet their own, and the intensity in their gaze was unmistakable. Briar's eyes snapped to them, her expression a mix of shock and something Powder couldn't quite read. The reader's eyes never left hers as they leaned in closer, the tip of their nose grazing her cheek.

Gurt's return with a fresh round of drinks was met with a scene that seemed to have frozen in time. Her steps slowed, the tray wobbling precariously as she took in the sight before her. Her eyebrows shot up, and she paused, unsure if she should interrupt the intimate moment or not. Finally, she set the drinks down with a thud, the clank of the glasses against the wooden tabletop echoing through the now-silent bar.

Powder's legs were wrapped around the reader's waist, her arms tight around their neck. The reader held her effortlessly, their hands strong and firm as they continued to leave a trail of kisses along her neck, leaving a constellation of hickies that stood out starkly against her pale skin. The air around them was charged with something palpable, something that made the hairs on the back of Gurt's neck stand on end. She had never seen Powder look so... alive.

Gurt couldn't help but slow her pace as she approached them, the tray of drinks now forgotten. Her eyes lingered on the intimate scene, a mix of disbelief and something akin to sadness in her gaze. She had always had a soft spot for Powder, despite her tough exterior. The sight of them together was like watching a long-held secret unfold before her very eyes, and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. She cleared her throat, trying to break the spell that had fallen over them, "Hey, you two lovebirds need some room?"

The reader chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to resonate through the very air. They gently set Powder down, her legs sliding along the reader's body until her feet hit the floor. She felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the music that had started up again.

Gurt passed by with another round of drinks, her eyes lingering on the pair. "You're welcome," she said with a knowing smile, placing the tray down on a nearby table. "Looks like you two could use a bit more space," she added, nodding to the newly cleared surface. The reader grinned, lifting Powder effortlessly onto the tabletop with a smoothness that made Briar's jaw drop.

The coolness of the wood sent a shiver through Powder's body, and she wrapped her legs around the reader's waist to keep her balance. The room spun around her, a whirlwind of neon lights and curious gazes. The reader's hands were strong and warm, one at her waist and the other cradling her face as they leaned in for another kiss. The taste of metal and sweat clung to their lips, a stark reminder of the harshness of the world outside the bar's walls, yet it only served to make the moment more intense.

Powder's eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensation of the reader's mouth on hers, until she felt something cold and wet slide down her chest. She gasped and pulled back, her eyes snapping open to find the reader holding a shot glass filled with a shimmering liquid. "What are you—" she began, but the reader had already tipped the glass over, the contents tracing a line down to her navel. The room had gone quiet, and she could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on them.

With a mischievous smile, the reader leaned in and licked the liquid off her skin, the coldness of it making her shiver. The intimacy of the act sent a jolt of electricity through Powder's body, and she could feel herself blushing from her toes to her scalp. She didn't know what was happening, but she didn't want it to stop.

The reader whispered something into her ear, so softly that the words were lost in the thumping bass of the music, but the warmth of their breath sent a shiver down her spine. They gently set her back down on the chair, their hands lingering on her shoulders. The touch was feather-light, yet it felt like it was branding her.

Powder watched, slightly dazed, as the reader slid off the table. They straightened their clothes and offered her a hand up, the gesture so casual it was as if nothing had just happened. But everything had changed. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions. She took the hand, feeling the roughness of their calloused palm against hers, and allowed them to help her down. Her legs were wobbly, and she leaned into them for a moment, her breath hitching.

They led her through the maze of tables and chairs, the crowd parting for them like they were royalty. The bar patrons whispered and smirked, some even offering congratulatory slaps on the back to the reader. The bar was a blur of neon lights and leering faces, and Powder felt like she was floating. They stopped at the back, where a hatch in the floor revealed a cramped storage space. It was where she had set up a makeshift bed, hidden from the prying eyes of the patrons and her father

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With a gentle tug, the reader led Powder through the hatch and into the cramped space beneath the bar. The cold, damp concrete was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar above, but it was their sanctuary. The air was stale and heavy with the scent of dust and aged whiskey barrels, a comforting embrace that had seen many of their late-night heart-to-hearts. The makeshift bed, a collection of worn-out cushions and a threadbare blanket, looked even more inviting than usual, the candlelight casting a soft, flickering glow on the tight quarters.

The reader turned to face her, their eyes searching hers with a desperation that made her heart ache. "I'm so sorry, Powder," they blurted out, their voice shaking. "I didn't mean to—I just couldn't stand it anymore."

Powder's mind was racing, trying to piece together what had just happened. The kiss, the touch—it had all felt so real, so intense. But now, in the harsh reality of the dimly lit storage room, she wasn't so sure. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader's hands flew to their face, their eyes wide with panic. "I'm sorry," they repeated, "I just... I couldn't take it anymore. Seeing everyone flirt with you, and Briar being so clueless—it just made me crazy." Their words tumbled out in a jumbled rush, each one more frantic than the last. "I never meant for it to go this far, but I just had to show you that you're not alone. That I... I'm here for you."

Powder took a step back, her arms wrapping around her torso protectively as she felt the warmth of the bar above them retreat, leaving only the cold, damp air of the storage room. The candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows on the reader's face, and she realized with a start that she didn't know them as well as she thought she did. "What do you mean, 'not alone'?" she asked, her voice shaking.

The reader's eyes searched hers, a mix of hope and fear. "I know you're in love with Briar," they said softly, "And I know she doesn't see you the way you want her to. But I do. I see you, Powder. I see all of you."

Powder's face fell, the warmth from their touch replaced by a cold, hard reality. The affection she had felt moments ago was now a distant memory, lost in the fog of doubt and inadequacy. She took a step back, the coolness of the concrete seeping through her shoes, reminding her that she was indeed still in the storage room, still in the grimy bar where she had hoped to find refuge from the harshness of the world outside. The thought that this was all some ploy, some twisted game to win Briar's attention, was like a knife to the chest. "What are you saying?" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader's eyes searched hers, desperate for some semblance of understanding. "Powder, I—" They took a deep, shuddering breath, their hand reaching out to her again, but she flinched away, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective hug. The candlelight cast eerie shadows across their face, highlighting the pain etched into every line.

Powder backed away further, her mind racing with the realization that she had been played. "This was all just to get to Ekko," she murmured, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. "Some sick game to win him over. I'm a fool for believing..." Her voice trailed off as the weight of the situation crushed her. She had been so caught up in her own feelings, her own desperation, that she hadn't seen it coming.

The reader's face fell, their hand dropping to their side as the reality of their confession hit them. "No, Powder, you're wrong," they insisted, stepping towards her with a pleading look in their eyes. "I never meant it like that. I just..." Their voice cracked, and they reached out again, but Powder was already retreating into the shadows, the warmth of their touch now a distant memory.

With a swiftness born of desperation, she ducked under the reader's outstretched arm, her heart racing as she squeezed through the hatch and back into the chaos of the bar. The noise hit her like a wall, the music and the laughter and the clinking of glasses a stark contrast to the quiet anguish of the storage room. She didn't look back, couldn't bear to see the pain on the reader's face—pain she knew she had caused.

The party. The stupid, stupid party. It was only hours away, and she had to be ready. Powder pushed through the crowd, her eyes searching for Gurt. The studded waitress was at the far end of the bar, her arms full of drinks, her smile as bright as the neon lights that bathed her in a garish glow.

Powder's heart hammered in her chest as she approached, her mind racing with the plan that had been festering since that fateful night. She had to show them, all of them, that she wasn't some pawn to be used in their twisted games of love and longing. She wasn't a toy to be played with and then discarded when the game grew old.

The party was in full swing, the air thick with the smells of roasting meat and spilled drinks. The music was louder, the lights brighter, and the crowd had grown even more raucous. She had taken her time getting ready, painstakingly choosing an outfit that was both fiery and alluring. The tight, black corset cinched her waist, pushing her assets up and out, while the short skirt and fishnets left little to the imagination. Her blue hair was styled into wild curls that bounced with every step she took, and her makeup was a dramatic smoky affair that made her eyes pop with an intensity that could cut through steel.

Powder had hoped that by the time she arrived, the reader would be pining for her, their eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her. But as she descended the stairs, she saw that they were nowhere to be found. A knot of frustration tightened in her stomach. Where could they be? This was the moment she had been waiting for—the moment she would show them all what they were missing.

Her eyes swept the room, taking in the sea of faces—some familiar, some not—until they landed on Briar. Her best friend was leaning against the bar, a look of boredom etched into her features as she sipped from a bottle of beer. The sight of her, so untouchable and oblivious, made Powder's blood boil. This was it. Time to set her plan in motion.

Sevika, the enigmatic arms dealer with a penchant for explosives, caught Powder's eye from across the room. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her leather jacket open to reveal a tight, crimson tank top that hugged her curves. Powder sauntered over, her hips swaying with a confidence she didn't quite feel. As she approached, she leaned in close, her breath warm against Sevika's neck. "Hey, handsome," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper.

Sevika's eyes widened in surprise, taking in Powder's flirtatious demeanor with a mix of confusion and revulsion. She had known the blue-haired girl for years, and this was definitely not the greeting she was expecting. "P-Powder?" she stuttered, her hand tightening around her beer. "What are you doing?"

Ignoring the question, Powder slid closer, her hand grabbing Sevika's forearm. "You look absolutely stunning tonight," she said, her voice thick with a forced sweetness that made Sevika's skin crawl. She felt the eyes of the bar upon her, watching the spectacle unfold. Her stomach twisted into knots as she realized what Powder was trying to do.

Sevika's eyes searched the room, desperate to find someone—anyone—who could help her out of this situation. But everyone was too caught up in their own conversations and drinks to notice the tension. "Powder," she began, her voice firm but shaking, "I think you've had a bit too much to drink." She tried to gently pull her arm away, but Powder's grip tightened, her nails digging into Sevika's skin.

"Come on," Powder said, her voice a syrupy sweetness that didn't quite mask the desperation beneath, "Don't you think I've earned some attention?" Her eyes, once filled with mischief and light, were now dark and intense. "You know you want me." She leaned in closer, her breath hot and insistent on Sevika's cheek.

Sevika's face contorted in revulsion, and she tried to pull away, her voice a mix of anger and fear. "Powder, what the hell is wrong with you?" But Powder's grip was unyielding.

The reader watched the scene unfold from the shadows, their heart in their throat. They hadn't meant for it to go this far—they had only wanted to comfort Powder, to show her that she was more than just a pawn in everyone else's games. Now, as they saw her using the same tactics she had accused them of, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger.

Sevika's eyes darted around the room, her discomfort growing more apparent with each passing second. She tried to shake Powder off, but the girl's grip was like iron. "Powder, stop," she hissed, her voice barely carrying over the din of the party. "You're hurting me."

Powder leaned in closer, her voice a whisper that was lost in the cacophony of the bar. "Just one dance," she begged, her eyes shimmering with an intensity that was almost feverish. "Just one dance, and I'll leave you alone."

Sevika's eyes widened in alarm, her heart racing as she felt the room closing in around her. Just as she was about to push Powder away, she saw the reader emerge from the shadows. Their gaze was apologetic as they approached, their eyes never leaving hers. "Sevika," they said, their voice cutting through the noise, "I'm sorry, but I think it's time for me to take Jinx home."

Sevika's eyes flickered to the reader, a spark of understanding passing between them. "Good luck," she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. She managed to break free from Powder's grip, taking a step back and smoothing down her jacket. "And be careful," she added with a wink. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to our little firecracker here."

Powder's expression grew stormy, her grip on Sevika's arm loosening as she spun around to face the reader. The room seemed to tilt and swirl around her, the music growing louder, the lights brighter, until all she could see was the person standing in front of her, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and disappointment. "You," she spat, the anger in her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "This is all your fault."

The reader's face fell, their eyes searching hers with a desperate hope. "Powder, please, let's talk about this," they pleaded, reaching out a hand. But she was already backing away, her chest heaving with every breath.

Vi x oblivious reader

Her best friend, the reader, sat cross-legged on the floor, equally engrossed in the game but with a touch more casual finesse. They were a stark contrast to Vi's high-strung energy; their movements were smooth, almost serene, as they coordinated their attacks with silent precision. The reader's eyes flicked from the screen to Vi, noticing the way she leaned forward when she was excited, how her hair fell into her face and how she'd absently push it back with a grin. They were oblivious to the storm of emotions brewing within Vi's heart.

"Hey, you're really getting the hang of this," Vi exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. She paused the game, turning to face the reader, her eyes sparkling with a hint of something more than friendship. "Want to try a two-player mode?"

The reader looked up, meeting her gaze, and nodded. "Sure, why not?" They had no idea that this seemingly innocent invitation was, in fact, a ploy to bring them closer together. Vi's heart raced as she set up the game, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation. The moment the screen split and their characters appeared side by side, she couldn't help but let out a gleeful laugh. "Look at us, kicking butt together!"

Their teamwork in the game grew more synchronized with every passing level. Vi found herself leaning in closer, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other. The heat from their bodies melded together, and Vi felt a tingle she hadn't experienced before. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, only to catch a whiff of the reader's scent—a blend of laundry detergent and something uniquely them. It was intoxicating, and she had to remind herself to stay focused on the game.

As the reader's gaze remained fixed on the screen, they couldn't help but steal glances at Vi's muscular arms, the way they flexed and moved with every button press. The wife beater tank top she wore was snug, showcasing the intricate tapestry of tattoos that wrapped around her biceps like a second skin. The reader appreciated the artistry but was blissfully unaware of the effect it had on Vi's crush. The room grew warmer, and Vi's cheeks flushed, not just from the excitement of the game but from the proximity of her friend, whose eyes remained unknowingly on her.

The game's intensity escalated, and the sound of explosions and power-ups filled the room. Vi's eyes darted to the reader, catching the admiration in their gaze, and she took it as an opportunity to playfully flex her arm. "See anything you like?" she teased, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious.

The reader, lost in the thrill of the game, blurted out, "Your aim's gotten better," without realizing the double meaning behind their words. Vi's heart skipped a beat, unsure if she should take it as a compliment or a sign that they were finally noticing her flirtations.

"Thanks," Vi replied, her voice a little shakier than she intended. She took a sip of her soda, the cold liquid doing little to quench the fire building inside her. "I've had a good coach." She gave the reader a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving their face, hoping they would catch the underlying message.

The reader looked up, a hint of confusion crossing their features. "What do you mean?" They took a moment to process Vi's words, their eyes scanning the room as if searching for someone else who might be responsible for her gaming improvements.

Vi's heart sank. Had she been too forward? She took a deep breath and tried to play it cool, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the armrest of the couch. "Oh, I just meant, you know, playing together and all. It's nice to see you getting into it." She took a sip of her soda, hoping to ease the dryness in her mouth. The room felt smaller all of a sudden, the air thick with unspoken words.

The reader, snapping out of their daze, gave Vi a puzzled smile. "Sorry, I guess I just zoned out for a bit." They returned their gaze to the screen, their thumbs resuming their dance over the controller. The game's soundtrack pulsed through the room, a silent metronome to Vi's racing thoughts. She felt the need to fill the space between them with words, to bridge the gap that seemed to have widened. "So, what's your favorite part about this game

?"

Vi's eyes followed the reader's every move, hoping that their earlier attempt at flirtation hadn't ruined the vibe. The reader, still blissfully unaware, took a moment to consider. "I like the strategy, I guess," they said thoughtfully. "Figuring out the best way to take down a tower without getting caught."

Vi's mind raced, trying to think of a way to get the reader's attention back to her. Then, she spotted it—a lock of hair that had strayed from the reader's ponytail. It was a new color, a vibrant blue that matched their team's emblem in the game. Without thinking, she reached out and gently tucked it behind their ear. "Your hair looks great, by the way," she said, her voice low and earnest.

The reader's eyes widened in surprise, their hand instinctively reaching up to feel the soft strands. "Oh, thanks," they murmured, a gentle blush coloring their cheeks. "I just dyed it yesterday."

Their fingertips grazed the vibrant blue, and Vi couldn't resist leaning into the touch. She felt the heat from the reader's hand, and her cheeks grew even redder. She took another sip of her soda, trying to regain her composure, but the moment was charged with an electricity that seemed to crackle in the air.

As the reader's gaze fell to her lips, Vi took it as an unspoken invitation. She leaned in, her heart pounding like a drumline in her chest. The room around them grew hazy, and all she could focus on was the reader's mouth, so close to hers. Time seemed to slow down as she closed the distance, her eyes fluttering shut.

But in her nervous excitement, Vi misjudged the angle, and their noses bumped together with a gentle smack. The sound was like a pin dropping in a library, echoing through the room and shattering the tension. The reader jolted back, their eyes wide with shock, and Vi's cheeks grew hotter than the sun.

"Whoa, sorry," she mumbled, pulling away quickly and pretending to be engrossed in the game again. The reader's eyes searched hers, a mix of confusion and surprise. "Are you okay?" they asked, their voice laced with concern.

"Yeah," Vi said, a little too fast. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "Just clumsy, I guess."

The reader chuckled nervously, their hand still hovering near their face. "It's okay," they said, and there was something in their voice that made Vi's stomach do a little flip. They leaned in again, more tentatively this time, and gently brushed the hair out of Vi's eyes. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a sudden urge to close the distance again, but she held back, afraid of misreading the situation.

"Thanks," Vi mumbled, trying to play off the awkwardness. She took a deep breath and focused on the game, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum solo at a rock concert. They continued playing, the air thick with unspoken tension

.

A couple of hours later, the game's frenetic sounds had given way to the comforting silence of the night, broken only by the occasional slurp of noodles. They had moved from the couch to the kitchen table, their plates filled with steaming ramen, the aroma of the broth wafting through the room. The tension from earlier had dissipated, and they were back to their usual easy banter. Vi's heart had settled into a steady rhythm, but the memory of their almost-kiss lingered like the aftertaste of a spicy dish.

The reader looked up from their bowl, their eyes locking onto Vi's. "You know, I've been thinking," they began, setting their chopsticks down. "Maybe we should give that two-player mode another shot. I think we could do better."

Vi's heart skipped a beat. Was this an opening? Did they feel the same way she did? She swallowed hard, trying to keep the excitement from her voice. "Yeah, sure. I could go for some more action." She tried to keep her tone casual, but the hope in her eyes was unmistakable.

The reader's smile was genuine, their eyes lighting up with the challenge. "Great, let's go all out this time." They stood and grabbed their bowl, heading back to the couch. Vi followed, her legs feeling like jelly. They sat down, closer than before, the couch cushion sighing under their combined weight.

As they settled into their new position, the reader straddled Vi's lap without a second thought, the plush couch acting as a buffer between them. Vi felt a jolt of excitement and fear. She had hoped for something more, but she didn't expect it to happen like this. The reader's weight on her was surprisingly comforting, and she could feel the heat from their thighs against her hips. The TV flickered with the game's main menu, the only light in the room.

The reader noticed the nervous tic in Vi's jaw, the way she was gripping the controller so tightly it was a miracle it hadn't snapped in half. They reached up, their hand resting gently on the back of Vi's neck, and began to rub in slow circles. "You okay?" they asked, their voice a soothing balm to Vi's nerves.

Vi nodded, her eyes darting to the side. "Yeah," she mumbled, trying to keep her voice steady. "Just a little... tense, I guess."

The reader's hand paused, then moved to Vi's cheek, turning her face back to meet their gaze. "Just relax," they whispered, their voice a gentle command. "Let me take care of it."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, looking for any sign of rejection, but all she found was kindness and understanding. She took a shaky breath and nodded, her grip on the controller loosening slightly. The reader leaned in, their eyes fluttering closed, and placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck. Vi's body responded with a delicious shiver, and she let out a tiny whine of pleasure, her head tilting to the side to give them better access.

The reader's kisses grew bolder, moving up to her jawline and then to her cheek. Vi's eyes remained open, watching the TV screen as if it could somehow provide guidance in this uncharted territory. Her heart was racing so fast she thought it might burst from her chest, but she didn't dare move, afraid to break the spell.

As the reader's lips grazed her ear, Vi let out a soft whine that was equal parts pleasure and anticipation. The sound seemed to resonate through her entire body, and she felt a thrill of excitement as the reader's hand slid around to the nape of her neck, pulling her in closer. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the kisses grew more intense, more intimate.

"Mm," Vi murmured, leaning into the warmth of the reader's touch. She could feel their breath on her neck, sending little shivers down her spine. The reader's hand began to trace patterns along her shoulder, their fingertips light and feather-soft. Vi's arms wrapped around their waist, pulling them closer, the game controller forgotten in her hand.

The reader's kisses grew more deliberate, moving from her neck to her collarbone, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, and she tipped her head back, offering more of herself to be explored. The sensation was overwhelming, but she didn't want it to stop. The whines grew louder, escaping her lips as the reader's mouth found hers in a soft, tender kiss.

Vi's arms tightened around the reader's waist, her hands sliding under their shirt to feel the warmth of their skin. She was lost in the moment, the game controller slipping from her grasp and landing with a soft thud on the floor. The reader didn't miss a beat, their hands now cradling her face as the kiss deepened. Their tongues danced together in a silent conversation filled with unspoken confessions and promises.

The whines grew more frequent, escaping Vi's lips like a sweet melody that only the reader could hear. They moved closer, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had been separated for far too long. Vi felt her heart hammer against her ribcage, and she knew she was falling, falling hard for her best friend. The reader's touch was like a balm to her soul, soothing every ache she had ever felt.

The reader's mouth continued to explore Vi's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Vi's hands found their way to the reader's hair, gently tugging and holding them closer, as if afraid they would disappear if she let go. The sensation was intoxicating, and she felt her body melt into the couch beneath them.

The game on the TV screen was forgotten, the only sound in the room the soft moans and whines that escaped Vi's lips with every tender touch. The reader's kisses grew more insistent, and their hands began to trace the curves of Vi's body, exploring the planes of her muscles and the softness of her skin. Vi's breath hitched in her throat as the reader's hand slipped beneath her shirt, the warmth of their palm against her stomach sending a shiver up her spine.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of passion. Vi could feel the reader's heart beating in sync with hers, a rhythm that grew faster with every touch. The room spun around them, a blur of colors and shadows as their bodies moved in unison. The couch cushions melded to their forms, holding them close as if afraid to let them go.

The reader's hand slid up to cradle Vi's cheek, their thumb tracing the line of her jaw as they broke the kiss. Their eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all they found was the same fiery desire that burned in their own. "Vi," they whispered, their voice a hoarse confession. "I think... I think I might have feelings for you too

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Jock vi x oc cheerleader

Warning : slight degradation ion flashing

Power and play

The cheerleader, a vision of fiery spirit and determination, walked in with an air of confidence that could make the walls tremble. Her hair bounced with each step she took, and her eyes scanned the room as if searching for a challenge. Little did she know, she was about to find one in the form of the stoic jock who had made it her mission to ignore. The masc vi, a force to be reckoned with on the field, strode in with a duffel slung over her shoulder, her muscles rippling under her letter jacket. Their eyes met, and the tension grew as thick as the humidity in a locker room after a game.

Neither broke the stare, each one daring the other to be the first to look away. The cheerleader's heart thumped in her chest, a mix of irritation and something unidentifiable. The jock's jaw tightened, a hint of challenge flashing in her eyes. They had a history, one filled with snide comments and unspoken tension. Everyone knew they were enemies, a classic case of opposites attract. But here, in the sanctity of the gym, with no one to judge or interrupt, something felt different.

The masc vi took a step forward, the squeak of her sneakers on the fresh wax the only sound between them. "What are you still doing here, cheer-slut?" she spat out, trying to maintain her tough exterior. The cheerleader's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushing with anger at the derogatory term. But she had a comeback ready, her tongue sharp as a dagger. "At least I'm not the one hiding my true colors under a jock strap," she quipped, her voice laced with venom. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning that only the two of them truly understood.

The jock's eyes flashed, and she took a step closer, closing the gap between them. "You think you know me?" she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "You wouldn't last a minute in my shoes, prancing around with those tiny little pom-poms." The cheerleader could feel the heat radiating off the jock's body, her proximity setting her nerves on edge. But she wasn't one to back down easily. "Oh, I'd love to see you try," she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Without warning, the jock grabbed one of the pom-poms, yanking it out of the cheerleader's hand. She twirled it in the air, a smirk playing on her lips. "You think this is what makes me, huh?" she said, tossing it back to her. "You think I'm just some dumb jock?" The cheerleader caught it, her eyes never leaving the jock's. "Maybe you're more than that," she said, her tone a mix of defiance and curiosity. "But you'll never know unless you get out of your own way."

The tension grew palpable, the air crackling with electricity. The jock stepped closer, invading the cheerleader's personal space. "What makes you think you know anything about me?" she challenged, her voice a low growl. The cheerleader's chest rose and fell with each breath, her eyes locked onto the jock's. "I see you," she said, her voice softer now. "I see the way you look when no one's watching, the way you hide behind that tough exterior."

For a moment, the jock's facade slipped, revealing a flicker of vulnerability. Then she was back, her features hardening. "You don't know shit," she said, pushing the cheerleader's shoulders lightly. The cheerleader stumbled back, her hands flying up in a defensive gesture. "Is that all you've got?" she goaded, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the fight. The jock's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "You really want to do this?" she asked, dropping her duffel and rolling up her sleeves.

Without another word, the cheerleader nodded, her own hands curling into fists. But just as the jock was about to throw the first punch, she realized her mistake. The pom-poms had scattered across the floor, and her other uniform was lying in her locker, untouched. She had a competition tomorrow, and she needed to get changed. The air between them shifted, the fight dissipating into awkwardness. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the racing of her heart. "Look, I need to get changed," she said, gesturing to her bag. "You can either leave or stay and watch."

The jock's smirk grew wider, a glint of mischief in her eye. "Oh, I'm definitely staying," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't worry, I've seen it all before." The cheerleader's cheeks burned, but she didn't back down. Instead, she reached behind her and began to untie her top, letting it fall to the floor. The coolness of the air-conditioned gym hit her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She kept her eyes locked on the jock's, watching the flicker of surprise in her gaze.

Underneath her top, she wore a simple black sports bra, the fabric clinging to her firm breasts. She could feel the jock's eyes on her, and it sent a thrill through her body that she didn't quite understand. She stepped closer, reaching down to grab the clean uniform from her bag. The jock's breath hitched as their bodies brushed together, and the cheerleader felt a strange sense of power. She took a deep breath and slid the bra off, revealing herself completely. The jock's gaze was intense, but she didn't look away.

The silence was deafening as the cheerleader pulled the new top over her head, her breasts bouncing slightly as the fabric stretched to accommodate them. She noticed the jock's eyes lingering on the curve of her hips as she bent over to grab her skirt. The jock's expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes that made the cheerleader's stomach flutter. She stepped into the skirt, tugging it up and over her ass with a practiced ease that came from countless uniform changes. She knew she looked good in it, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places.

The jock took a step closer, her eyes tracing the cheerleader's every move. "Why are you doing this?" she murmured, the question hanging between them like a challenge. The cheerleader smirked, pulling the skirt up and smoothing it out. "Because you're watching," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Because you can't resist."

The jock's eyes darkened, and she reached out, her fingertips brushing against the bare skin of the cheerleader's stomach. "Is that right?" she whispered, her voice husky. The cheerleader's breath caught in her throat, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "Maybe," she teased, her heart racing.

The masc vi stepped closer, the warmth of her body pressing into the cheerleader's. "Prove it," she said, her voice a dare. The cheerleader's pulse pounded in her ears as she reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black panties and her cheer shoes. The jock's gaze was like a brand, searing into her skin, making her feel exposed and yet strangely empowered.

With a sudden burst of movement, the cheerleader grabbed the sweaty uniform top that lay on the floor and tossed it playfully at the jock. It hit her square in the face, the fabric clinging to her features for a moment before she peeled it away with a growl of laughter. The cheerleader couldn't help but smirk at the sight, the tension in the air morphing into something else entirely. The jock's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer, the fabric of the uniform still clutched in her hand. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and arousal.

The cheerleader stepped back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew she had the upper hand now, the jock's guard down and her own vulnerability laid bare. "You want a real show?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. The jock nodded, her eyes never leaving hers. "Prove to me that you're not just all talk," she whispered, her heart racing in anticipation.

The cheerleader took a deep breath, her body alive with the thrill of the moment. She bent over, her ass in the air as she slipped off her shoes. The jock's eyes followed the movement, unable to look away. With a flick of her wrist, she sent one flying through the air, hitting the jock's chest with surprising force. "How's that for a show?" she quipped, standing up straight and wiggling her toes in the cool gym air.

The jock looked down at the shoe on the floor, a smirk playing on her lips as she tossed the uniform top aside. "Is that the best you can do?" she challenged, her voice filled with mock disappointment. The cheerleader rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing with excitement. She reached back and unclipped her ponytail, letting her hair cascade down her back. With a graceful spin, she sent her other shoe flying, this one landing perfectly on the jock's head. "Keep them," she said sweetly, her eyes dancing with mischief.

The jock's laughter was low and genuine, a sound that seemed to resonate in the otherwise empty gym. She pulled the shoe off her head, her gaze never leaving the cheerleader. "Alright, you've got some aim," she conceded, tossing the shoe back. "But can you do it without the shoes?" she goaded, a playful glint in her eye. The cheerleader's heart raced, her breath hitching as she stepped closer. "I'd say I can do a lot of things without the shoes," she murmured, her voice a soft caress.

With a swift motion, she reached behind her back and untied the bow holding her panties in place. They slid down her legs, revealing smooth, toned thighs that made the jock's mouth go dry. The cheerleader stepped out of them, standing before her in nothing but her pride and the thrill of the moment. She bent over, her breasts pressing against her folded arms as she picked up the shoe. The jock couldn't help but stare, her eyes tracing the curve of the cheerleader's ass, the muscles in her legs, the way her hair fell in waves down her back.

The cheerleader straightened up and tossed the shoe back to the jock with a grin. "Your turn," she said, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. The jock's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hands rising in a gesture of surrender. "Hold up, I didn't sign up for a striptease," she said, her cheeks reddening slightly. But the cheerleader was insistent, her eyes sparkling with a challenge. "Come on, don't tell me you're scared," she taunted, her voice dripping with sweetness.

The masc vi's eyes narrowed, and she set her jaw, determination flooding her features. With a dramatic sigh, she began to unbutton her shirt, her movements slow and deliberate. Each button released sent a jolt of excitement through the cheerleader, her eyes drinking in the sight of the jock's toned abs, the smattering of freckles across her collarbones, the way her muscles moved beneath the fabric. When the shirt was open, the jock shrugged it off, revealing a sports bra that barely contained her firm breasts. The cheerleader couldn't help but let out a low whistle, her eyes traveling up and down the jock's body.

The jock smirked, her eyes gleaming with a competitive fire. She reached behind her head and unclipped her ponytail, letting her hair fall in a cascade of soft waves around her shoulders. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the sweat-soaked shirt flying through the air, where it landed with surprising precision on the cheerleader's head. "How's that?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. The cheerleader laughed, pulling the shirt off and tossing it aside. "Not bad," she admitted, "but let's see if you can do better."

The masc vi took a deep breath, her eyes locked on the cheerleader's. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. The fabric peeled away from her skin, revealing her bare chest, the nipples hard from the cool air. The cheerleader's eyes widened slightly, her own breath catching in her throat. The jock stepped closer, her breasts brushing against the cheerleader's as she leaned in. "Your turn," she murmured, her breath hot against the cheerleader's ear.

The cheerleader felt a thrill run down her spine as she reached back, unclipping her own bra. It fell to the floor, joining the rest of their discarded clothing. She stepped back, the cool air caressing her skin as she took in the jock's bare chest. They were both vulnerable now, their animosity giving way to something far more primal. The jock reached out, her fingers tracing the line of the cheerleader's jaw, her thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "What's your game, cheer-slut?" she whispered, her eyes searching the cheerleader's for an answer.

The cheerleader leaned into the touch, her breathing shallow. "I don't have a game," she replied, her voice a mere murmur. "I just want to show you that we're not so different after all." The jock's gaze searched hers, the tension between them growing with each passing second. Then, without warning, she yanked the sweaty cheer uniform off her head and tossed it playfully at the cheerleader. It hit her in the face with a wet slap, the fabric sticking to her skin.

The masc vi took a step closer, her breasts pressing against the cheerleader's. "Is that so?" she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge. The cheerleader felt the heat between them, the weight of the moment threatening to consume her. She nodded, her eyes never leaving the jock's. "Yeah," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "We're both just trying to be the best we can be, right?"

With a grin, the jock reached up and grabbed the cheerleader's wrist, pulling her hand to her mouth. She bit down on her knuckle gently, the pain mixing with the excitement coursing through the cheerleader's body. "Maybe," she murmured, her eyes darkening. "But I think we both know there's more to it than that."

The door to the gym swung open, the sound of squeaking hinges breaking the spell between them. The cheerleader's heart skipped a beat, and she yanked her hand away, her eyes darting to the entrance. One of her teammates, a blonde with a perpetual bubble of energy, peeked her head in, her eyes widening when she saw the state of their attire. "Oh my God," she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "I-I'm so sorry," she stuttered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I saw Vi walk in and I just..."

The masc vi took a step back, her own heart racing. She tugged her sports bra back down, her expression unreadable. "It's fine, Stacy," the cheerleader said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. She turned to the jock, her eyes searching for a reaction. But the jock's face was a mask of indifference, as if their moment of vulnerability had never occurred. The blonde's eyes darted back and forth between them, confusion and concern warring on her features.

"What's going on?" Stacy asked, her eyes wide with shock. She took a tentative step into the gym, her gaze lingering on the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. The cheerleader forced a laugh, trying to ease the tension. "It's just a little bet," she said, her voice light. "Vi and I were seeing who could get changed the fastest. You know how competitive we are

."

The masc vi, however, didn't look as unfazed as the cheerleader was trying to be. Her eyes darted to the floor, avoiding the cheerleader's gaze. "Looks like you won this round," she said, her voice a little too casual. The cheerleader felt a pang of disappointment, but she forced a smile. "Yeah, I guess I did," she replied, bending down to pick up her clothes. The jock did the same, her movements efficient and quick as she re-dressed.

The blonde, Stacy, stepped into the gym fully now, her eyes still wide. "Are you guys okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. The cheerleader nodded, pulling her top over her head and tying her hair back into a ponytail. "We're fine," she assured her friend. "Just a friendly wardrobe malfunction." Stacy looked skeptical but didn't push the issue. "Okay," she said, her gaze flickering to the jock. "I'll just, uh, wait outside."

The masc vi watched her go, the door swinging shut behind her with a thud that seemed to echo in the cavernous space. The cheerleader turned to her, her heart racing. The moment of shared vulnerability had been shattered by the interruption, but the tension between them was still palpable. "Look," she said, her voice firm, "I know we have our differences, but maybe we should just...call a truce."

The jock paused, her hand hovering over her own shirt. "A truce?" she repeated, a hint of skepticism in her tone. "Why would we do that?" The cheerleader took a step closer, her bare feet silent on the polished floor. "Because," she began, "I have a bet for you." The jock raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "What kind of bet?"

The cheerleader leaned in, her breath warm against the jock's ear. "If I win the championship game tomorrow, you have to do whatever I say." The jock's eyes narrowed, her competitive spirit piqued. "And if I win?" she countered. "If you win," the cheerleader murmured, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "I'll do whatever you want."

The jock took a step back, considering the terms. "Fine," she said finally, her voice low. "But you better not forget. You owe me one, cheer-slut." The cheerleader nodded, her heart racing with excitement. "You're on," she said, her voice steady.

Enforcer vi x theifreader

(Slight sevika smut but who’s complaining )

In a flash of movement, she stepped out of the alley and into the bustling night market. The smells of sizzling meat and exotic spices filled the air as merchants hawked their wares. She knew they were out there, watching, waiting for their chance. But tonight, she was the one orchestrating this dance. She casually stumbled into a group of unsuspecting thieves, feigning drunkenness and dropping a bag of coins. The clatter echoed through the narrow street.

As the thieves descended like vultures, she let out a shriek, just loud enough to be heard but not so much as to alert the entire market. The crimson scarf fluttered as she spun away from them, leading them down a twisting labyrinth of streets. The chase grew more intense, and she could feel their excitement building. This was her moment. She ducked into an abandoned building, the perfect stage for her grand entrance.

The thieves followed, their footsteps heavy and clumsy. The reader waited in the shadows, heart racing, anticipation building. The first one stumbled in, sword drawn. She stepped out of the darkness with a dramatic flourish, the light from the moon outside highlighting her form. "Looking for something?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

The thief, a burly man with a thick beard and a torn tunic, took a step back, surprise etched on his face. "You're not what I was expecting," he sneered, his grip on the sword tightening. The others entered, fanning out around her, weapons at the ready. The reader's smile grew. This was it.

With a flick of her wrist, a hidden knife slid into her hand. She stepped closer, the cold steel glinting in the moonlight. "Oh, I can assure you, I'm much more interesting than a simple bag of coins." The thief chuckled, underestimating her. That was his first mistake. She moved swiftly, disarming him with a quick twirl and a flick of her foot, sending the sword

skittering across the floor.

"I'm not your typical damsel in distress," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But if you want to play the hero, I'm all for it." She stepped closer to the man, her eyes locked onto his. His breath hitched, and he took a step back. She had him right where she wanted him

.

The thief's comrades exchanged nervous glances, their excitement morphing into suspicion. The reader knew she had to act fast, so she took a deep breath and focused. "Now, why don't you tell me where your lovely leader is?" she cooed, her eyes never leaving the man's. He swallowed hard, his grip on the knife he'd drawn in his other hand visibly loosening.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he managed to croak out.

The reader leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "Oh, come now," she whispered, "I know you know. She's a tough one, your leader. A real challenge for the likes of me. Tell me where I can find her, and I'll make it worth your while."

The thief's eyes darted to his companions, then back to her. Sweat beaded on his brow. He was outmatched, and he knew it. With a sigh of defeat, he pointed to a distant alleyway. "The blue door at the end," he murmured. "But you should know, she doesn't take kindly to strangers."

The reader's grin grew wider. "Don't worry," she said, her voice low and teasing. "I'm not just any stranger." With a wink, she slipped the knife back into its sheath and sailed past him. The thieves parted like a sea of fear before her, allowing her to exit the building with the grace of a cat burglar.

As she approached the alleyway, the air grew colder, the shadows deeper. The blue door was there, exactly as the thief had described. She took a moment to compose herself, straightening her cloak and checking her weapons. Then, with a deep breath, she pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was stark and sparse. The only light came from a flickering candle on a dusty table, casting eerie shadows across the cobblestone floor. The smell of damp earth mingled with the faint scent of metal and sweat. She could hear the distant sound of a heart beating, slow and steady. It had to be Vi.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she spotted the enforcer sitting in a chair, arms folded over her chest, her gaze unyielding. The room was a trap, she realized, a cage with no escape. But the reader had played into their hands, and she had no intention of letting them keep her.

With a dramatic flourish, she placed her wrists together, a silent invitation for the cuffs. "Vi, darling," she called out, her voice echoing in the emptiness, "I've been expecting you."

Vi's eyes narrowed, a hint of amusement playing across her features. "Is that so?" she said, her voice a low growl. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in playing your little game?"

The reader shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her wrists together. "Oh, I know you're just dying to get your hands on me," she said, batting her eyelashes. "But I'm willing to make it easy for you tonight. I want to get to know you, and what better way than in a... shall we say, intimate setting?"

Vi's smile grew, but it wasn't one of amusement. It was a predator sizing up its prey. She stood, the chair scraping against the floor. The room seemed to shrink as she approached, each step deliberate and filled with a quiet, simmering anger. "You think you're clever, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and menacing. "But let me tell you something, you're in over your

head."

The reader's heart skipped a beat as she saw a figure in the shadows, the unmistakable glint of a sniper rifle catching the candlelight. It was Caitlyn, the sharp-shooting enforcer with a penchant for justice. She had been so focused on flirting with Vi that she had neglected her surroundings. Now, the reader found herself the target of a lethal gaze

.

The reader felt a jolt of panic as Caitlyn's gun sights lined up on her, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she clung to Vi, her arms wrapping around the enforcer's waist in a mocking display of fear. "Oh, Vi," she whimpered, her voice dripping with fake terror, "please don't let her hurt me!" She buried her face into Vi's shoulder, her heart racing with excitement rather than fear.

Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden embrace, and she stumbled backward, trying to disentangle herself. "What are you doing?" she hissed, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The reader held on tighter, pressing herself against the solid warmth of Vi's body. She could feel the enforcer's muscles tense under her touch.

"I'm just playing along," the reader murmured into Vi's ear, her voice a sweet caress. "You know, for the ambiance." She winked over Vi's shoulder at Caitlyn, whose expression had shifted from focused to bewildered. The room grew tense, the air thick with confusion and anticipation.

Vi's grip on the reader's arms tightened, her eyes searching the room for an escape route. The reader could feel the enforcer's heart racing beneath her cheek, and she couldn't help but smile. She was winning this game of cat and mouse. "Please," she whispered, her breath hot against Vi's neck, "I'll do anything you want. Just don't let her take me."

"Let go," Vi growled, trying to push the reader away. But the girl clung to her like a vine, her hands slipping around to the small of Vi's back. "I said let go!"

"But Vi," the reader cooed, her voice sticky sweet and dripping with feigned innocence, "not until your partner here leaves us alone." She shot a sly smile over Vi's shoulder at Caitlyn, who had lowered her rifle but hadn't moved from her position in the shadows. "I just want a little... privacy."

Vi's eyes narrowed, but the reader could see the confusion in them. The enforcer was torn between her duty and the sudden, unexpected turn of events. "Cait," she barked, her voice strained, "back off." The blonde sniper took a step back, but her gaze remained sharp, the gun not entirely out of the equation.

Caut, the blue-haired enforcer who had been standing silent, stepped forward, a smug smirk playing across her lips. "Looks like you've got yourself a fan, Vi," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "What's the plan now?"

But before Caut could finish her sentence, Vi's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around the reader's chin. She yanked the girl's face to meet her own, and the reader's eyes went wide with surprise. "Caut," Vi snarled, her gaze never leaving the reader's, "you can take a walk

."

Cait stared, her eyes wide and unblinking, as the scene before her unfolded like a twisted play she hadn't rehearsed for. The script had gone off the rails, and she was struggling to find her lines. Vi, usually so stoic and unyielding, was caught in the embrace of the very person they'd been hunting for years. The crimson scarf, the teasing smile, the way she clung to Vi like a lifeline—it was all so unexpected, so... mesmerizing.

The reader's wrists remained bound by invisible threads of her own making, a silent challenge to Caitlyn's marksmanship. With a dramatic flair, she waved a hand, her fingers fluttering in a mocking goodbye gesture that Vi couldn't see. The room was a tapestry of shadows and deceit, and she was the puppeteer pulling the strings. Cait's finger hovered over the trigger, unsure of what to do next. Was this a ploy? Was the girl really that good an actor? Or had Vi finally snapped under the pressure?

Caitlyn's eyes narrowed as the reader's laughter filled the air, a sound that was both sweet and sharp, like shattered glass. The girl leaned into Vi's grip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "See you around, kitty," she called out, her voice echoing off the cold, damp

walls.

Cait's grip on her rifle tightened, her eyes never leaving the reader as she watched the girl's playful wave. The scene was so absurd, so out of place in their usual hunt-and-capture routine, that she couldn't help but feel a flicker of anger. Who did this girl think she was, to toy with them so blatantly? Yet, she couldn't bring herself to shoot. There was something about the reader's confidence, the way she moved with the grace of a dancer and the cunning of a fox, that kept Cait rooted to the

spot.

Cait's gaze remained locked on the reader, her jaw clenched as she watched the girl's every move. The way her hips swayed as she stepped back, the playful twirl of her scarf as she winked at Vi—it was all a show, a dance of seduction and defiance. The reader's eyes sparkled with amusement as she held the enforcer's gaze, the corners of her lips tilting up in a smug smile. She was in complete control, orchestrating the scene with the finesse of a maestro.

Vi, on the other hand, was visibly torn. Her hand hovered over her cuffs, ready to snap them onto the reader's wrists and end this masquerade. But something in the girl's demeanor had caught her off-guard, a hint of vulnerability beneath the bravado that she hadn't anticipated. With a growl of frustration, she grabbed the reader's arm and yanked her away from the wall, pulling her closer. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice low and gruff.

The reader looked up at her, her eyes wide and full of mischief. "Just a little... detour," she said, her voice a seductive purr. Before Vi could react, she spun on her heel and dashed toward the back of the room. She knew the layout of the city's sewer system like the back of her hand, and she had a feeling Vi would too. With surprising strength, she ripped open a hidden panel in the floor, revealing the dark mouth of a sewer pipe.

Vi's eyes widened in shock, but she was too slow to react. The reader's legs disappeared into the inky blackness, and in a heartbeat, she was gone. "You're not getting away from me that easily," Vi snarled, jumping down into the pipe with a surprising agility for someone her size. She landed with a thud, her boots echoing in the narrow space.

The sewer was cold and wet, the stench of decaying waste thick in the air. Vi's eyes searched the darkness, but the reader was nowhere to be seen. "Clever girl," she murmured to herself, a hint of admiration in her voice. The pipe stretched on, leading them through a twisting maze of tunnels that grew more and more familiar. The reader had led them straight into Vi's territory, and she had no idea why.

With a grumble, Vi started to follow the girl's tracks, her boots splashing in the murky water. The walls grew closer together, and the ceiling lower, forcing her to crouch. The sound of rushing water grew louder, and she knew they were approaching the river that flowed beneath the city. It was a place she knew well, a place she had called home since she had left the enforcers.

The reader had led her to a pipe that was smaller, one that most people wouldn't have noticed. It was a tight fit, even for someone as lithe as Vi. She had to squeeze through, her heart racing from the effort and the anticipation of what was to come. The girl had to be crazy to come down here alone, or was she leading them into a trap?

Vi emerged from the pipe, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space ahead. The air was thick with the smell of incense and the murmur of hushed voices. The walls were lined with velvet curtains, hiding secrets she hadn't expected to find. They had arrived at a brothel, a place of whispers and shadows, where the reader had been living and working. It was a stark contrast to the cold, hard world of the enforcers, a place where softness and warmth were traded for coin.

Her eyes narrowed as she pushed through the curtains, each step taking her deeper into the heart of the illicit den. The reader's laughter echoed through the corridor, taunting her, beckoning her closer. The fabric brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The walls were adorned with paintings of scantily clad figures, their eyes following Vi as she moved.

"You know," the reader's voice floated back to her, "I'm surprised you're so shocked to find me here." She stepped into a candlelit room, the flickering light playing off her crimson scarf like a beacon. "I mean, considering your diet consists mostly of stolen goods, I'd think you'd be more open-minded

."

Vi's eyes narrowed as she stepped into the candlelit room, the reader's laughter still echoing in her ears. She couldn't believe she'd fallen for the girl's act, but here she was, playing right into her hands. "Why should I be surprised?" she retorted, trying to keep her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "It's not like you've ever had any other skills to offer."

The reader's smile grew wider, the candlelight playing off her mischievous eyes. "Oh, I have plenty of skills," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Some of them might even be to your liking." She leaned against the velvet-covered bedpost, her form casting a seductive silhouette. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?"

Vi clenched her fists, the insinuation not lost on her. "You think you can just lead me around by the nose?" she snarled. "You're the one in the cage, not me."

The reader's smile grew as she sauntered over to a small, worn-down dresser. She casually began to pack a mini duffle bag with an assortment of items: a few pieces of lingerie, a couple of her favorite books, and a handful of gleaming silver coins. She tossed in a couple of sex toys, her eyes never leaving Vi's. "Oh, I know," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you're the one who's always chasing me. I thought I'd make it easier for you."

Ignoring Vi's furious glare, the reader zipped up the bag with a flourish. "After all," she continued, her tone light, "I wouldn't want to disappoint." She picked up the duffle with a flirty wink, swinging it over her shoulder. The books thudded against her side with every step, a reminder of the different worlds she'd been lost in while planning her escapades. The lingerie and toys were a deliberate taunt, a declaration of her intentions for the night

.

As she turned to leave, Vi's hand shot out, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. "What do you think you're doing?" she growled, her eyes blazing. The reader's heart raced, thrilled by the sudden contact. She had never seen the enforcer this close to losing her cool. "Just packing a few essentials," she replied, her voice as sweet as honey. "You know, in case we decide to make this a more... intimate encounter."

"You think you can just waltz in here and take over?" Vi's grip tightened, and the reader could feel the heat of her anger. "You're the one who's going to be naked in a cell, not me."

The reader raised an eyebrow, her smile not wavering. "Naked, in a cell?" she repeated, her voice filled with mock innocence. "Now, why would you think that?" She stepped closer, her body almost brushing against Vi's. "I had something else in mind for tonight."

Vi's grip on her arm tightened, the veins in her neck bulging with the effort to remain in control. "You think you can just flirt your way out of this?" she spat, her voice a mix of anger and confusion.

The reader leaned in, her breath hot against Vi's neck. "Flirt?" she echoed, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'm not flirting, Vi. I'm promising." She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the enforcer's hand. "But if you want to play it rough, I can handle that too."

With a sudden jerk, Vi pushed the reader away, her face a mask of fury. "You think this is a game?" she roared, her eyes flashing with rage. "You think I'll just let you walk away after everything you've done?"

But before the reader could respond, a new voice cut through the tension. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite little fugitive," said a sultry voice from the shadows. A figure emerged, a tall, curvaceous woman with raven hair and a knowing smile. "I've been waiting for you, Lila," she said, her eyes flicking to Vi for a moment before returning to the reader.

It was Sevika, the infamous madame of the brothel, known for her sharp wit and sharper tongue. She sauntered over, her hips swaying with the grace of a serpent. "I see you've brought company," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. She looked Vi up and down, her eyes lingering on the enforcer's tight grip on the reader's arm. "But I'm not sure she's quite ready for our little... establishment."

The reader, Lila, laughed, a sound that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking to Vi's ears. "Don't worry, Sev," she said, her voice a purr, "Vi's just here for a private performance." She winked at the madame, who raised an eyebrow.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, the smile not reaching her eyes. "A private performance?" she repeated. "I didn't know you had it in you, little Lila." She gestured to a plush velvet chair next to her. "Sit," she ordered, her voice a smooth command that made the reader's skin tingle.

Lila perched on the chair, her heart racing. Vi hadn't loosened her grip, and she could feel the enforcer's eyes burning into her as she settled into Sevika's lap. The madame's arms wrapped around her waist, her grip firm but not uncomfortable. "Now," Sevika said, her voice a low purr, "why don't you tell us what you really want?"

Vi's eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfold. The reader, Lila, was playing a dangerous game, and she didn't like it one bit. "This isn't funny," she said, her voice tight. "We need to get out of here before the rest of my team shows up

."

But Lila was in her element, her eyes sparkling as she leaned back into Sevika's embrace. "Oh, don't be such a party pooper, Vi," she said, her voice a playful taunt. She wiggled in the madame's lap, her body a sinful invitation. "I'm just getting started."

With a smug smile, Sevika leaned in, her lips brushing against Lila's ear. "You're going to love this," she whispered, her breath warm and enticing. Then she leaned back, her gaze never leaving Vi's. "Showtime, my dear," she murmured, her voice a dark promise.

Lila giggled, the sound a siren's call in the tense room. She turned in Sevika's lap to face Vi, her eyes full of mischief. "You know, Vi," she said, her voice a silky caress, "I've always wondered what it would be like to have you... at my mercy." Her eyes flicked down to Vi's hand still wrapped around her arm, and she gave a playful tug. "But maybe I don't need to wonder anymore."

With a smirk, she leaned closer to Sevika, her lips brushing against the madame's. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and oh-so-public. Vi's grip tightened, her knuckles going white, but she couldn't look away. Sevika's hands slid up Lila's body, cupping her cheeks as she deepened the kiss. The room grew hotter, the air thick with desire and the scent of candle wax.

Sevika's tongue traced the curve of Lila's bottom lip, teasing it open. Lila moaned softly, the sound a siren's song that seemed to echo through the chamber. Vi's eyes widened as she watched, her mind racing. Was this all a game to the reader? A twisted ploy to get under her skin? The kiss grew more intense, more passionate, and Lila's hand slid up to tangle in Sevika's hair.

With a sudden, feral movement, Lila straddled the madame's lap, her hips grinding against Sevika's thigh. The madame's hand slipped down to cup her, her thumb tracing slow circles around the reader's clit as Lila threw her head back, gasping for breath. Her eyes were closed, lost in the sensation, as she rocked back and forth, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants.

Sevika's hand slid up to tangle in Lila's hair, pulling the girl's head back to expose her throat. She leaned in, her teeth grazing the soft skin, and the reader moaned, her body arching into the bite. With her other hand, Sevika took a long drag from her cigarette, the ember burning a fiery path in the darkness. The scent of tobacco and desire filled the air as she exhaled a stream of smoke that curled around Lila's face like a lover's caress.

Lila's hips rolled against the madame's thigh, her movements growing more erratic as the pressure built. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto Vi's, and she could see the rage and confusion in the enforcer's gaze. It was like watching a storm brewing on the horizon, and she reveled in the power she had over the woman who had chased her for so long. "You like watching?" she panted, her voice a challenge.

Sevika's hand was a maelstrom of pleasure, her thumb unrelenting in its teasing of Lila's most sensitive spot. She took another deep drag from her cigarette, the ember casting an eerie glow on her face. With a smug smile, she stroked Lila's hair with her free hand, the motion a silent taunt to Vi. The reader leaned into the touch, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax.

With a sudden burst of energy, Lila sat up straight, her eyes flashing with a fierce need. She grabbed a fistful of Sevika's hair and pulled, eliciting a gasp from the madame. The pain melded with the pleasure, sending a jolt through her body that had her hips bucking wildly. "Harder," she breathed, her eyes never leaving Vi's.

Sevika, unfazed by the sudden aggression, chuckled low in her throat. She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around them like a lover's embrace. With a knowing smile, she tightened her grip on Lila's hair, her thumb pressing harder against her clit. The reader's eyes rolled back, and she moaned, her body tightening with the promise of release.

"That's no way to ask for a performance," Sevika murmured, her voice a dark purr that made Vi's skin crawl. "But for you, my dear, I might just make an exception." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lila's ear. "Unless you want to do more than just watch?"

Lila pulled away from the kiss with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Oh, I'm not just asking," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'm demanding it." She looked at Vi, her eyes full of mischief. "But if you're feeling left out, you can always join us."

Sevika chuckled, her hand never leaving Lila's body. "You're bold, I'll give you that," she said, her voice like velvet. She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke swirling around them like a snake charmer's dance. "But Vi here doesn't strike me as the sharing type."

Lila's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a dangerous spark. "Is that so?" she purred, her hips still rocking against Sevika's thigh. She leaned in, her breath hot against the madame's neck. "Well, I've never been much for asking nicely." With a sudden movement, she flipped Vi's grip, her bound wrists now holding the enforcer's hand in place. "But I can be quite... persuasive."

Sevika's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't protest, her own curiosity piqued. Vi's hand was trapped between them, the warmth of Lila's skin a stark contrast to the cold steel of the cuffs. "I can see that," she murmured, her own hand sliding down to trace the line of Lila's jaw. "But you're playing with fire, little one."

Lila's grin grew, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable. "Oh, I'm not just playing," she breathed, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to make you burn." With that, she leaned in and kissed Vi, her mouth hot and demanding. Vi's eyes went wide with shock, and for a moment, she was frozen, unsure of how to react.

✨✨jinx x oc ✨✨

Tags warrning : somnophilia whith consent sub jinx slight power play

Jinx sighed, her hands hovering over the keyboard. Her heart wasn't in it anymore; something else had captured her attention. In the background, the soft, rhythmic sounds of the city outside their penthouse apartment created a gentle lullaby. But the quiet was about to be shattered.

"I'm out," she finally said, her eyes darting to the figure lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. "I think it's time for bed."

Vi shot her a suspicious look, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "You've got that look, Jinx. What's up?"

Jinx felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she played it cool. "What look?" she replied, her voice a little too high.

Vi chuckled, not fooled for a second. "The look of someone with a dirty little secret." She turned off the game, the screen fading to black. "Alright, spill it. What's got you so...distracted?"

Jinx's gaze lingered on the sleeping figure. "It's nothing," she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. But the more she stared, the more her thoughts drifted. It was the quietude of the room, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way the moonlight kissed the curve of her cheek. It was torture, a sweet, sweet torment.

Her eyes traced the line of the blanket, dipping down to the swell of her hips. The fabric clung to her form in a way that made Jinx's imagination run wild. Her thoughts grew more vivid, more...intimate. She swallowed hard, trying to push them away, but the allure was too strong.

Vi's knowing smile grew wider. "I'm going to bed. But if you need anything..." she winked, leaving the room with a smug stride.

Alone now, Jinx's eyes remained fixed on the sleeping beauty. The OC lay there, blissfully unaware of the tumultuous thoughts racing through Jinx's mind. The room grew warmer, the silence more suffocating. Jinx's hand began to shake as she reached out and lightly traced the line of the blanket. Her fingertips grazed the fabric, sending a jolt through her body. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it.

Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip as she leaned closer. The smell of her shampoo filled the air, a sweet scent that was uniquely hers. Jinx's hand trembled with desire as she pulled the blanket back, revealing the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel. She felt a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration wash over her. This wasn't right, but it felt so good.

Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, echoing in her ears. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't stop. She trailed her hand down the soft skin of the OC's stomach, her touch feather-light. The girl shifted in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her lips. Jinx froze, holding her breath, but she didn't wake.

With trembling fingers, Jinx undid the buttons of her own shirt, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form. The cool air kissed her bare skin as she slipped it off, her eyes dark with want. She moved closer, her breathing shallow and erratic. The OC's skin was warm, inviting. Jinx's hand hovered over her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from her body.

The mumbling grew louder, more insistent. The OC's hand reached out, fingers brushing against Jinx's arm. Jinx's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found her hand being drawn closer to the OC's chest, nestled between her breasts. A soft sigh escaped the girl's lips as she snuggled into the touch, hugging Jinx's hand closer.

Jinx felt her heart race even faster. She could feel the steady beat of the OC's heart beneath her palm, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body. The scent of her filled Jinx's nostrils, making her head swim. She had never felt so alive, so...aroused. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body had other ideas.

The sleeping girl shifted again, her hand tightening around Jinx's wrist, pulling it closer. It was as if she was begging for more, even in her slumber. Jinx's breath hitched in her throat as she gave in to the temptation. Her hand moved up, cupping the fullness of her breast. The girl murmured something unintelligible, her face contorting into a look of pleasure.

Jinx knew she should stop, that this was wrong on so many levels. But she couldn't. The need was too great. She had noticed how tired the OC had been lately, the dark circles under her eyes, the way she sighed deeply when she finally found the comfort of her bed. It was almost as if she were...searching for something. And tonight, it seemed that something was Jinx

.

Jinx studied the OC's peaceful expression, a pang of guilt stabbing at her chest. She knew her friend was really tired and hadn't been able to sleep well lately. The shadows beneath her eyes spoke volumes of the sleepless nights she'd been enduring, and the tightness in her shoulders even in rest suggested a burden that weighed her down. Despite her own raging desires, Jinx's heart ached for the girl's unspoken troubles.

Her thumb ghosted over the OC's collarbone, the smoothness of her skin a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in Jinx's mind. She knew that this moment was a stolen one, that she shouldn't take advantage of her friend's vulnerability. But the warmth, the closeness...it was intoxicating. The OC sighed, her body shifting slightly, and Jinx felt a jolt of excitement. Was it possible that she was dreaming of her? The thought sent a thrill down her spine.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, casting everything in a silver hue. The OC's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her breaths deep and even. Jinx felt a twinge of guilt for the thoughts she was having, for the desires she was acting upon, but it was drowned out by the pulsing need coursing through her. She knew her friend needed rest, had seen the weariness in her eyes each day. And yet, here she was, about to indulge in the very thing that could ruin their friendship.

A few days ago, they had stumbled upon a kink quiz online. It had been Vi's idea to do it together, a laugh, a way to pass the time. But when the OC's results had come back with "Somnophilia" as a top hit, Jinx had felt something shift within her. The idea of her friend, so innocently asleep, experiencing pleasure without even knowing it, had taken root in her mind and grew like a vine, wrapping itself around her thoughts, her dreams, her very soul.

And now, as she stood there, her hand cupping the OC's breast, she recalled the conversation with a new clarity. "I mean, if it's someone you really like, it's not so bad, right?" the OC had said with a yawn, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. Vi had snickered, but Jinx had felt something...different. The way the OC had glanced at her, the way she had blushed when she caught Jinx's gaze. It was as if she had been giving Jinx a secret message, a silent invitation.

But had she really meant it? Or was it just a joke, a casual remark born of the safety of their friendship? Jinx's heart thudded in her chest as she tried to rationalize her actions. Was this what the OC had wanted? Was she okay with this?

Before she could second-guess herself further, the OC's thigh shifted beneath her, pressing up against Jinx's core. The unexpected contact made her gasp, and she realized that she had been grinding against it without even realizing it. The friction was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. It was as if the universe itself was egging her on, whispering that it was okay, that this was what she needed, what they both needed.

Jinx's body took over, her hips moving almost of their own accord, rubbing against the firm, warm thigh. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes half-closed as she succumbed to the sensations. She felt a twinge of fear that she might wake her friend, but the OC remained blissfully asleep, lost in a world of dreams. It was as if she was in a trance, her body moving in a silent symphony of desire.

The sound of her movements grew louder in the quiet room, the slickness of her arousal creating a soft, rhythmic sound that seemed to fill the air. Jinx bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hand sliding down to find the heat between her legs. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and passion, each touch sending a bolt of pleasure through

her.

Suddenly, the OC's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy with sleep. Jinx's heart skipped a beat, and she froze, her hand hovering over her own sex. The OC blinked a few times, her eyes focusing on Jinx's flushed face, and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Jinx?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

For a moment, Jinx was paralyzed with fear, but then she saw the understanding in the OC's eyes, the way they searched hers with a gentle curiosity. "It's okay," the OC whispered, her hand sliding over to cover Jinx's, pressing it down firmly against her mound. "It's just a dream, right?"

Jinx's mind raced, trying to find the right words to explain, but they lodged in her throat. She nodded instead, a silent lie that seemed to satisfy the sleepy girl. The OC's smile grew, and she closed her eyes again, her hand guiding Jinx's movements. It was as if she was dreaming this, too, and she didn't want to wake up.

Jinx's heart thudded painfully in her chest as she began to move her hand again, stroking the soft fabric of her underwear. The OC's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling faster. Was she really okay with this? Was it just the haze of sleep talking, or had she known all along? The question swirled in Jinx's mind like a tornado, but the storm was quickly overshadowed by the building storm of pleasure.

The OC's hand tightened around hers, urging her to move faster. Jinx could feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid pulse of her heartbeat, and she knew she couldn't stop, not now. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her body responding to the silent demands of her friend's touch. The fabric grew damp with her arousal, the heat building between her legs.

With a trembling hand, Jinx slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of the OC's panties, her fingertips brushing against the soft curls of her pubic hair. The OC's breath hitched, her body arching slightly. Jinx felt a rush of power, a heady mix of fear and desire that made her pulse race even faster.

As she began to explore the wet folds of her friend's sex, she noticed the OC's grip on her hand tighten, the sleepy smile on her face growing more intense. The OC's eyes remained closed, but her hips began to rock in time with Jinx's movements, urging her on. Jinx couldn't believe what was happening. Was this really just a dream? Or was there something deeper, something she had been too afraid to admit?

The OC's breath grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Jinx's own arousal was reaching a crescendo, her own need demanding release. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the OC's face, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her cheeks flushed with each stroke. It was as if she was watching a live feed of her friend's most intimate thoughts, a silent confession of desires she had never dared speak aloud.

The OC's grip on Jinx's hand grew more urgent, her hips bucking against her touch. Jinx felt her own climax approaching, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown her. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up, but she didn't want to stop. The OC's breathing grew more ragged, and her whimpers grew louder, echoing in the quiet room.

Without warning, the OC's body tensed, her back arching off the couch. Her eyes shot open, staring directly into Jinx's, and for a brief moment, reality and fantasy collided. In that instant, Jinx knew that she wasn't asleep; she was fully aware. The OC's pupils dilated, and a look of pure ecstasy washed over her face. Then, with a final, guttural moan, she collapsed back onto the couch, her hand going limp in Jinx's grasp.

The room was silent except for the panting of their ragged breaths. Jinx felt like she was floating, her body a live wire of sensation. The guilt that had been gnawing at her vanished in the face of the OC's blissful expression. It was as if a weight had been lifted, a secret shared without a word spoken. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it.

The OC's eyes remained closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she descended from the peak of her climax. Jinx's hand was still trapped between her thighs, her own arousal pulsing through her. She didn't dare move, afraid that any sudden action would shatter the moment. But she couldn't ignore the need that still pounded through her, demanding release.

Her eyes flicked to the OC's face, watching for any sign of awakening. But the girl remained still, a peaceful smile playing on her lips. Jinx's hand began to move again, slower this time, savoring the feeling of her friend's slickness, the way her body responded to every touch. It was a heady power, a silent admission of want that had her blood singing.

The room was a cocoon of shadows and moonlight, the only sounds their mingled breaths and the soft whispers of fabric sliding against skin. Jinx felt like she was in a dream within a dream, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. Would the OC wake up? Would she

be mad? Or would she...

But the OC didn't stir. Her chest rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. Jinx felt a rush of relief mixed with a strange sense of elation. She had done it. She had given her friend the release she needed without her even knowing. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her hand remained between the OC's thighs, her fingers still coated in her essence. She couldn't help but marvel at the power she held in that moment, the ability to bring someone to such a peak of pleasure without them even being aware. But the thrill was short-lived. The weight of her own desires crashed down upon her, demanding their due.

Jinx's eyes fell to the OC's hand, which had slipped from hers, now resting on her bare skin. It was a silent invitation, a sign that she could take what she wanted. And so, she did. She slid her hand up the OC's body, feeling the goosebumps rise in the wake of her touch. The OC's breathing was still deep and even, but Jinx knew she was close to waking.

With trembling fingers, Jinx unbuttoned her own pants, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form before her. She pushed them down just enough to give herself the access she craved, the cool air sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand found its way back to her clit, the ache inside her growing more insistent with each stroke.

It was then that the OC jolted upright, a hand shooting out to grip Jinx's hair, her eyes wild with confusion. "What...what are you doing?" she gasped, her voice thick with sleep.

Jinx's heart skipped a beat, her eyes going wide with shock. "I..." she trailed off, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had been caught in the act, her darkest desires laid bare in the moonlit room.

The OC's grip on her hair tightened, and she yanked Jinx's face closer to hers, their breath mingling. "What are you doing?" she repeated, the sleep in her voice replaced with a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down Jinx's spine.

Jinx's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps as she searched the OC's eyes for any sign of anger or disgust. But instead, she found something else, something she hadn't expected. Desire. The OC's pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dark with need. The hand that had been clutching at her hair began to stroke it gently, her thumb tracing the curve of Jinx's ear.

"You should have woken me up, Jinxie," the OC murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "I could have helped you with that."

Jinx's eyes widened, her heart racing as she stared into the OC's dark eyes. "But you were so tired," she protested weakly, her hand still frozen between her own thighs.

The OC's smile grew more knowing. "And you didn't want to bother me," she finished for her, her voice a low purr. "But you can't keep secrets from me, Jinx. Not like this."

Jinx's eyes searched her friend's, looking for any hint of anger or disgust. But all she saw was a reflection of her own want, the same need that had driven her to this moment. "I...I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice a whisper. "I just...I couldn't help it."

The OC's grip on Jinx's hair softened, her thumb now tracing gentle circles on the shell of her ear. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. "I've had...thoughts, too."

Jinx felt the world spin around her. Was it possible? Had the OC felt the same way all this time? "But I was so nervous," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know if you'd...like it."

The OC's smile grew, a knowing look in her eyes. "Well, you know what they say," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "the only way to find out is to ask." Her hand slid down from Jinx's hair to gently cup her cheek. "Or, in this case, to just go for it."

Sevika x vampfem oc

In the dimly lit corridor of the brothel, a figure draped in a cloak of shadows slipped through the narrow spaces between the walls. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, darted around the room, searching for any sign of the pursuers that were surely closing in. The rhythmic thump of her heart seemed to echo through the otherwise silent hallway, a stark contrast to the sound of the city outside. She was a creature of the night, but even she felt a shiver of fear at the thought of what would happen if she was caught.

Her name was Elara, a vampire with a penchant for living on the edge. Her escape had been a close one, and she knew she couldn't risk being seen again. The scent of incense and musk filled her nostrils as she pushed open the first door she found, hoping it would provide a temporary sanctuary from the relentless human authorities. The room was warm and smoky, a stark contrast to the cold, stark world she had just left behind. In the corner, a figure sat lounging on a velvet chair, a plume of smoke curling up from the joint in her hand.

Sevika was not what Elara expected to find in a place like this. Her muscular frame and sharp features spoke of a warrior's spirit, not the softness that the profession of this establishment typically offered. The human woman's eyes narrowed at the sudden intrusion, the embers of the joint casting an eerie glow across her face. She took a long, slow drag, her chest rising and falling with the effort before she exhaled a cloud that obscured the air between them.

"You lost, sweetheart?" Sevika's voice was a rich purr, a sound that could soothe the most savage of beasts. But Elara knew better than to trust the deceptive calmness of a predator. She stepped into the room, her eyes never leaving the human's.

"I'm not looking for trouble," Elara replied, her own voice steady despite the racing of her pulse. "I just need a place to... rest for a bit."

Sevika's gaze traveled down to the bloodstained shirt that clung to Elara's slender frame, and the tension in the room grew palpable. The human woman stood, her movements fluid and graceful despite her size. She approached Elara, the light playing off the tattoos that snaked up her arms.

"I can see that," Sevika said, her eyes lingering on the crimson stains. "But this isn't exactly the Ritz. You got coin to pay for that rest?"

Elara nodded, reaching into her pocket to produce a small pouch of coins. She knew the value of keeping her head down in places like this, but she also knew that money talked louder than words. She tossed it onto the nearby dresser, the clink of silver piercing the quiet.

"Good enough for me," Sevika said with a shrug. "Take off that shirt. You're gonna need a clean one if you wanna blend in here."

Elara complied, peeling away the fabric to reveal the puncture wounds on her pale skin. She winced as the fabric stuck to the half-healed wounds, but she knew better than to show weakness. Sevika's eyes widened, but she said nothing, instead moving to a wardrobe and pulling out a soft, black silk shirt that was surprising

ly clean.

"Here, put this on," she instructed, tossing the garment to Elara. "You're gonna need to hide those if you don't want questions."

Elara caught the shirt, feeling a strange sense of gratitude towards the human who had just demanded payment for her safety. As she pulled it on over her head, the fabric gliding over her skin, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity about the woman before her. Who was this Sevika, and what secrets did she hold in a place like this?

The vampire's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy boots pounding down the hallway. The police were getting closer. She turned to Sevika with a silent plea in her eyes, and the human nodded, understanding the unspoken request. Together, they moved to the window, and with a surprising display of strength, Sevika pushed it open, revealing the dark alley below.

"You can't leave that way," Sevika said, her voice firm but not unkind. "They'll see you."

Before Elara could protest, Sevika pushed her down onto the bed, her larger body pinning her against the soft mattress. The human's hands were surprisingly gentle as they brushed back Elara's hair, her eyes searching Elara's for any sign of fear or resistance. Finding none, she leaned in, pressing her full lips against Elara's in a kiss that was both fierce and surprisingly tender. The vampire felt a jolt of something unfamiliar, a spark of warmth that seemed to light up the cold chambers of her undead heart.

The sound of the door being kicked open shattered the moment, and both women tensed. But Sevika didn't stop, her kiss deepening as she leaned into Elara, her body shielding hers from view. The scent of her, a heady mix of sweat and sultry perfume, filled Elara's nose as she wrapped her arms around Sevika's neck, playing along. She could feel the human's heart beating rapidly against her own chest, a thundering drum that seemed to match the tempo of the footsteps drawing closer.

The police officers burst into the room, their flashlights cutting through the smoke like twin swords of light. Sevika's eyes remained closed, her hand resting possessively on Elara's hip. The vampire's pulse raced, not from fear, but from the exhilaration of the deception. She had never felt so alive. The officers scanned the room, their eyes passing over the entwined figures on the bed without a second glance.

"Just a couple lovebirds," one of them sneered, his voice thick with the scent of contempt and sweat.

Sevika's eyes snapped open, and she glared at the intruders. Her grip on Elara tightened, her muscles coiled and ready to pounce if needed. The officers took a step back, their bravado faltering under her intense gaze. They knew her reputation; she was the brothel's most loyal and feared protector.

Elara, however, took the opportunity to add to their ruse. She began to moan softly, her lips trailing down Sevika's neck, eliciting a shiver from the human. She knew that sound would be music to the ears of the men who thought they'd found a simple romantic interlude. Her fangs, which had unconsciously extended at the scent of fear, retracted as she focused on the task at hand.

Sevika's eyes shot open, surprise and a hint of amusement flickering in their depths. She allowed Elara to continue, her hand moving to the vampire's head, tangling in her hair. The officers' footsteps retreated, and the door slammed shut, leaving the room in darkness once more.

Elara's mouth traveled lower, her kisses feather-light on Sevika's collarbone. The human's skin was warm and inviting, the pulse at her neck a siren's call that Elara had to resist. She felt Sevika's breath hitch and knew she was playing the part well. The tension in the room shifted, no longer about survival but something more primal.

Sevika's eyes searched hers for a moment, as if questioning the sudden shift in their interaction. But she didn't push Elara away. Instead, she leaned back into the pillows, allowing the vampire to continue her exploration. Elara felt the human's hand slide down her back, resting gently on her hip, her fingers flexing slightly. It was a gesture that spoke of trust and comfort, and Elara found herself responding in kind, her own hand sliding up Sevika's arm to rest on her shoulder.

But as the kiss grew more passionate, Elara felt a sudden sharp pain. She had forgotten to retract her fangs fully, and they had grazed Sevika's tongue. She jerked back, horrified, her eyes widening in the darkness. The human's hand moved to her mouth, and she pulled it away, revealing a crimson smear of blood. The metallic tang of it filled the air, and Elara's instincts screamed at her to lick the blood from Sevika's skin. But she fought it, swallowing the urge with a tremor of self-disgust.

Sevika smirked, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the window. "Looks like I've got a little vampire bite," she said, her voice low and teasing. "I guess I'll have to get checked for rabies in the morning."

Elara's eyes widened in horror as the reality of what she had done set in. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with genuine apology. "I didn't mean to... I can't believe I... "

But Sevika only chuckled, wiping the blood away with the back of her hand. "It's alright, love. It's not like I didn't know what you were when you walked in here." She took a final drag of the joint, the end glowing a fiery red before she stubbed it out on the side of the ashtray with a practiced ease. "Now, why don't you tell me what trouble you're in with the boys in blue?"

Elara sat up, the fear slowly receding from her eyes as she studied the human before her. Sevika's casual demeanor suggested she wasn't going to betray her, but she remained on guard. "It's... complicated," she said cautiously. "Let's just say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Sevika chuckled, her deep, throaty laugh echoing in the small room. "Criminal type, are ya?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. "You're not gonna start a gang war in here, are you?"

Elara managed a small smile despite her nerves. "I don't start wars," she replied, her amber eyes meeting Sevika's gaze. "But I've been known to finish them."

Sevika's smirk grew wider, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. "Oooh, a tough cookie," she said, her tone playful. "Well, if you can handle yourself, I suppose I can trust you not to cause any trouble here." She leaned back against the velvet chair, her muscular arms crossing over her chest. "But tell me, Elara, what brings a creature of the night to a place like this?"

Elara took a deep breath, the smoky air filling her lungs with a sense of relief she hadn't realized she needed. "I was running from Ammbessa," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "They've been... hunting me."

Sevika's expression froze, and for the first time since their encounter, she looked genuinely surprised. "Ambessa?" she repeated, the name rolling off her tongue with a hint of disbelief. "And you thought hiding in a brothel was a good idea?"

Elara nodded, feeling the weight of her situation crash down on her shoulders. "They're everywhere," she said, her voice tight with tension. "They won't stop until they find me."

Sevika's smile faded, her expression turning serious. "Ambessa doesn't mess around," she mused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "What could you have possibly done to get on their bad

side?"

Elara's eyes grew distant as she remembered the night of the gala, the opulent setting a stark contrast to the grimy room she now found herself in. She had been so careful, so charming, weaving through the crowd of influential humans like a spider among butterflies. Her target had been a wealthy heiress, her blood a sweet and potent prize. The woman had been easy prey, her laughter had been like a melody to Elara's ears, her skin warm and inviting under the cool touch of her fangs. They had danced, flirted, and Elara had led her to a quiet corner of the castle, where the shadows had whispered sweet nothings into her ear. The taste of her blood had been a heady mix of power and fear, a tantalizing dance that had ended in a crimson crescendo.

But the feeding had not been enough. Oh no, Elara had had a message to send, and she had made sure it was a clear one. She had torn through the heiress's priceless dress, leaving it in shreds on the cold marble floor. The room had looked like a battlefield by the time she was done, a testament to the primal power that surged through her veins. The woman had been left there, a mere shell of her former self, her blood painting the walls and furniture in an abstract crimson masterpiece. It was a message to Ambessa, the vampire clan that had cast her out, that she was not to be trifled with.

The aftermath of that night had been a blur of fear and exhilaration. Elara had moved swiftly, her eyes glowing with the thrill of the hunt as she danced through the castle, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Glass shattered under her booted feet, the sound a symphony of chaos that played in harmony with the pounding of her heart. The humans had screamed, their cries a sweet serenade that spurred her on. They were ants in the grand scheme of things, easily squashed under her boots if they dared to stand in her path.

Her maids, once so devoted and obedient, had been the first to feel her wrath. Their eyes had widened in terror as she had approached, her fangs bared and her eyes alight with rage. They had tried to flee, but she had caught them, one by one, their struggles futile against her supernatural strength. She had snapped their necks like twigs, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the floor like discarded rag dolls. The memory of their fear-laden eyes haunted her, a reminder of the monster she had become.

Her playthings, the humans she had kept enthralled with her beauty and power, had met a similar fate. Their trust had been her weapon, their adoration her shield. But when they had dared to speak against her, to whisper the truth of what she was, she had shown them no mercy. Their lifeblood had spilled across her marble floors, their pleas for mercy lost to the echoes of the empty halls. The thrill of their fear had been intoxicating, a heady blend of power and rage that had fueled her rebellion against Ambessa.

But now, as she sat in the cramped brothel room with Sevika watching her, Elara felt a twinge of regret for her actions. The humans had been pawns in a game she had never asked to play. Yet she had used them, and now they were dead because of it. She had hoped the chaos she had sown would serve as a distraction, a smokescreen to allow her to escape. But she had underestimated the reach and ruthlessness of her former clan.

"I didn't mean to start a war," Elara said softly, her eyes downcast. "But I had to get their attention. To make them understand that I won't be their weapon anymore."

Sevika leaned back in her chair, considering the vampire before her. "So, you're a rogue," she said, her tone thoughtful. "That's... interesting."

Elara nodded, the weight of her revelation heavy on her shoulders. "I didn't have a choice," she murmured. "They were going to use me to do terrible things."

Sevika's expression grew contemplative, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took another hit from the joint. "So, you're a rebel with a cause, huh?" She chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "I can respect that."

Elara studied the human, her gaze searching for any sign of judgment or fear. But all she found was curiosity, and a hint of amusement. "What's so funny?" she asked, her voice tight.

"Oh, just imagining the look on their faces when they realize you've turned their own playthings against them," Sevika said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She took another hit from the joint before continuing, "I've got a few of those in my pocket, you know. People who think they can use me and throw me away when they're done."

Her eyes took on a distant look, and for a moment, Elara could see a glimpse of the anger and resentment that lay beneath the human's calm exterior. It was a look she knew well, having felt it herself many times in her own long, tumultuous life.

"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve," Sevika said, her eyes returning to Elara's with a glint of mischief. "But you've gotta be careful, love. Ambessa doesn't take kindly to betrayal."

Elara nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I know," she murmured. "But I can't go back to that life."

Sevika's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye. "I can tell you're not one for the subtle approach," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room. She leaned in closer, her hand sliding up Elara's arm to rest on her shoulder. "But sometimes, you have to play the game to win."

Her thumb traced a lazy circle on Elara's skin, sending a shiver down the vampire's spine. "You're pretty," she said, her breath warm against Elara's cheek. "But you're also a liability. If Ambessa finds you here, it's not just you they'll come for. It's all of us."

Elara stiffened at the implication, but Sevika's grip tightened gently. "Don't worry, I've got your back. But you gotta keep a low profile. Can you do that?"

Sevika's hand slid down to Elara's waist, and she could feel the human's heat seeping through the fabric of the shirt. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn't felt in a very long time. The flirtation was clear, and Elara found herself responding to it, the thrill of the chase melding with the excitement of the moment. Her eyes searched Sevika's, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all she found was genuine interest.

With a flick of her wrist, Sevika produced a worn deck of tarot cards from a drawer beside her. She shuffled them with a deftness that spoke of long practice, her movements smooth and sure. "Let's make this interesting," she said, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She tossed the cards onto the small round table between them, and they fluttered down like leaves on a windy day. "If you're going to stay here, you're going to have to prove you're not just a pretty face."

Elara's eyes followed the cards as they fell, her curiosity piqued. She had encountered human fortune tellers before, but something about Sevika's confidence made her believe that this was more than a mere parlor trick. The human leaned forward, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. "Pick one," she instructed, tapping the table with a long, scarlet nail.

Elara's hand hovered over the cards, feeling the warmth of the plastic beneath her fingertips. She selected one at random, the picture on the card obscured by the flip of her hand. With a dramatic flair, she placed it face down on the table, the sound of the slap echoing through the room.

"Alright, let's see what fate has in store for us," Sevika said, her voice a seductive purr. She reached out, her own hand brushing against Elara's as she picked up the card. The vampire felt a spark of electricity at the contact, and she had to fight the urge to jerk away.

Sevika flipped the card over, revealing the image of a woman standing in a field, surrounded by swords. The look on her face was one of determination, not fear. "The Queen of Swords," Sevika murmured, her eyes flicking back to Elara. "You're a strong one, aren't you? Ready to face whatever comes your way."

Elara raised an eyebrow. "You're a fortune teller?" she asked, trying to keep the skepticism from her voice.

Sevika chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Nah, not really," she said, placing the tarot deck back in its drawer. "But I can read people like a book, and sometimes that's all you need to know." She leaned back in her chair, her arms folded over her chest. "So, what's the deal? You in trouble with the law, or is it something more... supernatural?"

Elara's eyes narrowed slightly. "How did you know?" she asked, her voice a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Sevika's smile grew wider, showing off a set of perfectly straight teeth that looked almost too white in the dim light. "I've got a nose for these things," she said, taking another hit from the joint. "And let's just say, I've seen enough to know when someone's got more to them than meets the eye." She tapped the ashes into an ashtray shaped like a skull, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "But enough about that. How about we make a little wager?"

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she reached into a drawer and pulled out a second, smaller deck of cards. These were different, the edges worn and the backs marred by countless thumbs. "Ever played poker?" she asked, fanning the cards out in her hand.

Elara's curiosity was piqued, and she nodded cautiously. Sevika's smile grew, her teeth flashing white in the dim light. "Good," she said, shuffling the cards with surprising deftness. "We'll play a round. But not with these," she said, tossing the tarot cards onto the bed. "We'll use these."

She produced a second deck, this one smaller and more worn, the edges of the cards rounded from countless hands. They looked like they had seen more than their fair share of games, their faces smudged with a history of sweat and greed. "These are my real cards," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The ones I use when I want to win."

Elara's interest grew, the thrill of the unknown dancing in her eyes. "Poker, with tarot cards?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her tone.

Sevika chuckled, her full lips curling into a knowing smile. "You've never played my way, have you?" she said, her voice a low purr that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "Don't worry, love. It's all just a bit of fun. And who knows, you might just learn a thing or two."

Elara's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued despite her reservations. "Your way?" she echoed, her voice a whisper of challenge.

Sevika's smile grew more daring, a glint in her eye that suggested she was used to getting what she wanted. "Strip poker," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to coil around Elara's spine like a warm embrace. "It'll be fun. And it'll help you relax. You're as tense as a bowstring, darling."

Elara felt a blush creep up her cheeks, the human's forwardness surprising and... intriguing. She had not felt such a rush of desire in a very long time. The thrill of the hunt, the taste of fear and the warmth of blood had been her only companions for so long that the prospect of a simple, human pleasure was almost overwhelming. She licked her lips, considering the proposal. It was a risky move, but she had always been one to live in the moment.

"Alright," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "Strip poker it is."

Sevika's eyes lit up, her smile growing even more mischievous. "Good choice," she said, her voice like velvet. "But if you win, you can't just ask for money or jewels. That's no fun."

Elara's eyes sparkled with challenge. "What do you suggest?"

Sevika leaned back in her chair, her gaze roaming over the vampire's body with a predatory glint. "If you win, you can ask for anything your heart desires," she said, her voice a silky purr. "But remember, this is my house, and I make the rules."

Elara felt her fangs elongate slightly at the sound of Sevika's pulse, a steady drumbeat that grew louder in her ears as the human leaned closer. The scent of her blood was intoxicating, a sweet and spicy cocktail that called to the creature within her. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to sink her teeth into the soft flesh of Sevika's neck, to taste the warmth that flowed beneath the surface.

Sevika seemed to sense Elara's struggle, her own pulse quickening slightly. Her eyes searched the vampire's face, the pupils dilating as she took in the sight of her sharp, gleaming fangs. "You want some, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a whisper that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand secrets.

Elara's gaze was locked on the pulse point at Sevika's throat, the rhythmic throb of blood beneath the skin calling to her like a siren's song. She felt the hunger stir within her, a primal need that had been denied for too long. Her grip on the chair tightened, knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to give in.

Sevika's eyes grew darker, the pupils dilating as she watched the transformation. Her own heartbeat quickened, a thrill of excitement coursing through her as she leaned in closer. "I can see the hunger in you," she murmured, her voice low and inviting. "But you're not going to bite me, are you?"

Elara's eyes snapped up to meet hers, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable. "No," she forced out, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I won't."

But Sevika wasn't so easily deterred. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Elara's cheek. "You're lying," she murmured, her voice a sultry caress. "I can feel it."

Her hand slid down Elara's arm, her thumb brushing against the vein that pulsed with the siren's call of her blood. "Why fight it?" she whispered, her breath ghosting over the vampire's skin. "You need it, and I... I'm willing to give it to you."

Sevika's eyes gleamed with a mischievous challenge, and Elara felt the last of her resistance crumbling. "A sample?" she asked, her voice a whisper of need.

"Just a taste," Sevika assured her, her hand moving to the collar of her own shirt, revealing the smooth, tanned skin beneath. "If you win, of course," she added with a smirk. "But if I win..."

Her voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air like the smoke from her cigarette. Elara's eyes narrowed, the hunger in them flaring brighter. "And what do you want if you win?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Sevika's smile grew, a playful glint in her eyes. "If I win," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "I get to bite you." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "Anywhere I want."

Elara's breath hitched, the thrill of the game mixing with the desire that had been building within her since she had first laid eyes on Sevika. The human's scent was intoxicating, the warmth of her blood like a beacon in the darkness. She felt her fangs extend fully, the tip of one grazing the soft skin of Sevika's neck. The human's pulse quickened, but she made no move to pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her body pressing against Elara's.

"Is that a deal?" Sevika whispered, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "A taste for a taste?"

Elara pulled back, the hunger in her eyes replaced by a mischievous glint. "Not fair," she pouted, her full lips pressed into a seductive pout. "I'm the one with the power here, the one who could take what I want without asking."

Sevika chuckled, her hand still resting on the vampire's arm. "But where's the fun in that?" she teased, her thumb tracing lazy circles on the sensitive skin. "Besides, I have my own... persuasive methods."

Elara's eyes narrowed, a smoldering ember of desire lighting up within them. "Do you now?" she purred, her voice a seductive challenge.

"Mmhmm," Sevika murmured, her hand sliding up to cup Elara's cheek, her thumb stroking the soft skin gently. "You're the hunted, darling, but in here, with me, you can be the hunter."

Elara's pout grew more pronounced, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned into the human's touch. "Should've thought of that, huh?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe I should've just turned you into a midnight snack when I had the chance."

Sevika's laughter was rich and deep, the sound resonating through the room like the peal of a bell. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Elara's skin. "And miss out on all this fun?" she whispered, her lips brushing against the vampire's earlobe. "I don't think so."

The human's hand slid from Elara's cheek to the base of her neck, her thumb tracing a line down to the collarbone. The touch sent a shiver through Elara's body, the thrill of the hunt melding with the heat of desire. She leaned into the contact, her eyes never leaving Sevika's. "My sample," she murmured, her voice a low growl of need.

Sevika's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating as she felt the vampire's hunger. She leaned in, her breath a warm whisper against Elara's skin. "Very well," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But remember, this is just a taste."

With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed the tarot deck, shuffling it with a skill that spoke of countless games played in shadowy backrooms. She dealt the cards, their faces obscured in the candlelight. The air grew thick with anticipation as they each took a card, their eyes locked in a silent challenge.

Sevika leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she studied Elara's tense posture. The vampire's eyes remained fixed on the card in her hand, the thrum of her pulse a siren's call that grew louder with each passing second. "Ready?" Sevika asked, her voice a whisper of temptation.

Elara nodded, her eyes never leaving the human's. "Now," she murmured, the word a demand that seemed to hang in the air.

Sevika's smile grew wider, the challenge in her gaze unmistakable. She leaned in closer, her hand still resting on Elara's neck. "As you wish," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She tilted her head to the side, exposing the pulsing vein in her neck.

Elara felt her fangs ache with need, the scent of the human's blood growing stronger with each passing moment. She reached out with trembling hands, her fingers tracing the soft skin of Sevika's neck. The human's pulse quickened under her touch, a silent invitation that she couldn't resist.

"Now?" Sevika's voice was a teasing murmur, a challenge that sent a thrill through Elara's body. The vampire nodded, her eyes never leaving the pulsing vein that called to her.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Elara leaned in, her fangs grazing Sevika's skin. The human's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she awaited the bite. But instead of sinking her teeth in, Elara paused, her breath hot against Sevika's neck. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice a soft, seductive whisper.

Sevika nodded, a silent affirmation that sent a thrill of power through the vampire. Elara's grip on her neck tightened, the anticipation of the moment making her heart race. She felt the human's pulse throb under her thumb, the rhythmic beat echoing in her ears like a siren's call. "Do it," Sevika murmured, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge.

Without another word, Elara sank her fangs into the soft flesh of Sevika's neck. The human's blood filled her mouth, rich and warm and spicy with the aftertaste of the joint. She groaned with pleasure, the taste of it sending a jolt of desire through her body. Sevika's grip on her arm tightened, her nails digging into Elara's skin as she moaned softly, the pain of the bite melding with the pleasure of

the forbidden.

Sevika's eyes rolled back in her head as the vampire drank deeply, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The feeling of Elara's fangs piercing her skin was like nothing she had ever felt before, a mix of pain and ecstasy that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her hand slid down to rest on the vampire's shoulder, her thumb tracing small circles on the taut muscles as she gave herself over to the sensation.

But as the seconds ticked by, she felt a sudden change, a strange warmth spreading from her arm up through her veins. It started in her metal limb, the one that was always a little colder than the other, and grew until it enveloped her entire body. With a grunt, she reached up and activated the hidden mechanism in her wrist, the one that controlled the purple shimmer drug she had had installed. It was a risk, but one she was willing to take for the thrill of the game.

The world around them grew hazy, the colors more vivid and the sounds more acute as the shimmer drug took effect. Elara felt a sudden lightness in her limbs, a euphoria that washed over her like a warm wave. She looked at Sevika, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement. The human's pupils were dilated, her skin flushed with the same warm glow that Elara felt coursing through her own body.

Sevika's grip on her neck tightened, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the drug hit her system. "You didn't know?" she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "It's a little... extra... I like to keep... in case of... unexpected guests."

Elara's eyes widened as she felt the warmth spread through her, the high unlike anything she had ever experienced from a simple feeding. "What is this?" she managed to ask, her voice slurred and laden with pleasure.

Sevika's laughter was low and throaty, a sound that sent another shiver down Elara's spine. "A little something extra," she murmured, her hand sliding down to cup Elara's cheek. "Just a little... surprise." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her pupils blown wide with the effects of the drug.

Elara pulled back, the euphoria from the blood mingling with confusion. "What did you do to me?" she demanded, her voice slurred by the potent cocktail of shimmer and human blood.

Sevika's eyes danced with amusement. "Oops," she said, her voice a teasing purr. "I guess I didn't think you'd be so... thirsty." She traced the line of Elara's jaw with a gentle thumb, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "But don't worry, darling. It's all part of the experience."

Elara's mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened. The drug was potent, making her feel both light-headed and incredibly aroused. She pushed the human away, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. "What have you done to me?" she slurred, her eyes glazed with lust.

✨✨✨✨VI X READER✨✨✨✨

Vi's eyes searched the shadows, her heart racing. The air had tension, and she could feel the weight of their unspoken words pressing against her chest. She leaned heavily against the cold, unyielding wall, her breaths shallow and uneven.

"What are you doing, Cait?" she choked out, her voice trembling.

But Caitlyn didn't answer. She just turned and started to walk away, her boots clanging on the metal grating, leaving Vi alone in the dimly lit shaft. Vi stared after her, the echo of her footsteps fading into the distance.

Before Vi could fully process what had just happened, she felt a sharp pain in her cheek. Caitlyn had turned back and hit her with the butt of her gun, the force sending her stumbling sideways.

"This is for your own good," Caitlyn said, her voice cold as ice.

But Vi couldn't take it anymore. With a surge of adrenaline, she grabbed Caitlyn's hand, her fingers wrapping around the leather-wrapped grip of the gun. She could feel Caitlyn's pulse, racing as fast as her own. "What good is this, Cait?" she yelled, her eyes brimming with tears.

With a force that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her, she shoved Vi away, sending her stumbling back into the shadows. Vi's hand flew to her face, feeling the hot sting of the impact, her mind racing to understand what was happening.

"Cait!" she screamed, her voice raw with pain and desperation. But Caitlyn was already gone, her figure disappearing into the darkness. The only evidence of her presence was the echo of her footsteps and the painful throb in Vi's cheek. Vi slid to the ground, her legs giving out from under her, and sobbed.

The reader, who had been frantically searching for Vi since the explosion blocked their path, finally heard the faint echoes of her voice. They navigated through the debris-filled shaft, dodging twisted metal and shattered pipes, their heart racing with every step. "Vi!" they called out, their voice echoing off the cold metal walls.

As they grew closer, the cries grew clearer, turning from a distant shout to a desperate sob. The reader's chest tightened with each sound, a knot of anxiety forming in their stomach. They rounded a corner and there she was, Vi, crumpled on the ground, her eyes vacant and her cheek reddened. She didn't respond to the reader's call; she seemed lost in a world of her own, consumed by pain.

But then, she heard the reader's footsteps, and suddenly, she was alive again. Vi jumped up with a start, her eyes widening with hope. She threw herself at the reader, her arms wrapping around them like a vine, clinging for dear life. Her body trembled against them, and the reader could feel her hot breath on their neck as she sobbed into their shoulder. "Don't leave me," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate.

The reader stumbled back from the sudden force, but quickly regained their balance, holding Vi tightly in their arms. They stroked her hair and whispered soothing words into her ear, trying to calm her shaking form. "It's okay," they murmured, "I'm here

."

Vi pulled back, her eyes searching the reader's face, looking for any sign of doubt or rejection. She took a deep, shaky breath and spoke, her voice cracking. "You don't know what she said to me," she began, her eyes pleading. "You don't know what she did."

The reader looked at her with concern, their hand still on her shoulder. "What happened?" they asked gently.

Vi's voice broke as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush. "C-Cait...she said I'm useless, that I'm just a liability. That... that she's tired of me messing everything up." She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. "It's true, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice thick with self-loathing. "I always mess things up."

The reader felt their heart drop at Vi's words. They pulled her into a tighter embrace, their own emotions swirling like a storm. "No," they said firmly, "you're not useless, Vi. You're not."

Vi's grip on them was like a vice, her body trembling against their own. The reader could feel the pain and fear radiating off her in waves, almost as if it were a tangible force trying to break through their own barriers. They held her closer still, trying to absorb some of that pain, to be the anchor she so desperately needed in this moment.

But as the reader made a move to sit up, intending to help Vi to her feet and get them out of this cold, desolate place, she panicked. Her eyes shot open and her hands clutched at their shirt, her nails digging in. "Don't go," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't leave me."

The reader's heart wrenched at the sight of her like this, so vulnerable and broken. They felt a rush of anger towards Caitlyn for causing such pain, but also a stab of guilt for not being there to stop it. They had known the tension was building between them, but they had never expected it to come to this. They should have seen the signs, done something to prevent it. Now, all they could do was be here for Vi.

They cradled her face in their hands, gently, and tilted it up so that their eyes met hers. "Look at me," they said, their voice firm but gentle. Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for the truth in their words. "You're not useless, Vi. You're not a liability." Each word was spoken with conviction, a promise they intended to keep. "You're strong and brave, and you're important to me. To all of us." They paused, taking in her tear-stained face, the bruise already forming on her cheek, and the desperation in her eyes. "But right now, we need to get out of here."

Vi nodded, her sobs subsiding into sniffles. She was still shaking, but she managed to get to her feet, leaning heavily against the reader. They looked around the shaft, assessing the situation. The way they came was blocked by rubble, but ahead, there was a ladder leading upwards to a hatch, a glimmer of hope in the otherwise grim setting. "Can you climb?" the reader asked, their eyes never leaving hers.

Vi took a deep breath and nodded again. The reader could see the determination setting in her eyes, a spark of the fiery spirit they knew so well. "Good," they said, taking a step back and swinging Vi onto their back in a swift motion. She gasped in surprise but quickly wrapped her arms around their neck, her legs around their waist. "Hold on tight," they instructed, before starting the climb up the ladder.

With each rung they ascended, Vi's weight grew heavier, and the reader felt the ache in their arms and back. But they didn't stop, driven by the need to get her out of this place. Vi's grip tightened around their neck, her breathing shallow and quick against their ear. The reader could feel her trembling, whether from fear or pain, they weren't sure.

When they finally reached the top, the reader gratefully set her down beside the hatch. Vi's eyes were closed, and she looked so small and fragile in the harsh light that pierced through the opening above. The reader took a moment to catch their breath, their muscles protesting, but the concern for Vi pushed them to ignore the discomfort.

They turned to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You should rest," they suggested, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "We're safe for now, and I'll keep an eye out."

Vi nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. She leaned against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting with her legs outstretched. She took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes fluttering shut. The reader watched as she grew stiller by the second, her breaths evening out until they were barely a whisper. Concerned, they knelt beside her, their hand hovering over her shoulder. "Vi?" they asked softly, but she didn't respond.

They felt for her pulse, the steady beat reassuring them that she was okay. It was only then that the reader realized Vi had passed out from the pain and shock. Gently, they scooped her into their arms, her body light but limp. The reader felt a mix of anger and fear surge through them—how could Caitlyn do this to her? They knew the two had their differences, but this was beyond the pale.

With a newfound sense of urgency, they made their way out of the shaft, carrying Vi like a precious burden. The trek to her apartment was a blur, each step fueled by the need to get her to safety and comfort. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual sounds of the city muffled by the weight of the recent events. The reader's mind raced with questions, but all they could focus on was the warmth of Vi's body against theirs and the steady rhythm of her breathing.

Once inside, the reader laid Vi gently on her bed, taking care to remove her boots and jacket. They pulled the covers over her, tucking her in as if she were a child, and sat beside her, watching her chest rise and fall. The sight was calming, a stark contrast to the chaos of the world outside. They reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, their touch feather-light, and felt a shiver run through her. Vi stirred, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a dull haze of pain.

"You're safe," the reader assured her, their voice low and soothing. "You're at my place “You're going to be okay."

Vi's eyes searched the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion clouding her features. Her cheek throbbed, a dull reminder of Caitlyn's harsh words and the cold steel of the gun. "What happened?" she asked weakly, her voice a mere whisper.

The reader took a deep breath, trying to keep their own emotions in check. "You passed out," they explained gently. "You're safe now. We're at my apartment."

Vi's eyes searched their face, looking for any trace of deceit, but found only genuine concern. She nodded slightly, too drained to speak. The reader stood up, their muscles protesting after carrying her for so long. They went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, returning to the bedside to help her sit up. "Here," they said, offering the glass. "Drink this."

Vi took it with trembling hands, her mouth parched. She sipped the water, the cool liquid soothing her dry throat. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

But as she took in her surroundings, reality crashed back down on her. She flinched at the memory of her breakdown, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She had never let anyone see her so vulnerable, not even Caitlyn. She didn't know how to process the reader being there, witnessing her at her lowest point.

Vi pushed herself up onto her elbows, the pain in her cheek flaring up again. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, her eyes flicking towards the reader. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice tight. "I didn't mean to... to do that. It's just been a lot."

The reader sat on the edge of the bed, their hand resting on Vi's back in a comforting gesture. They offered a small, understanding smile. "You don't have to apologize," they said gently. "You've been through hell tonight."

Vi looked away, her gaze drifting to the floor. She didn't want pity, she wanted Caitlyn. But Caitlyn didnt want her , and she was left with this gaping hole in her chest that seemed to be swallowing her whole.she then decided she needed to feel the hole , She took another sip of water, trying to gather her thoughts. "I just... I've never been good at this," she admitted, her voice still barely above a whisper. "The whole... feeling stuff. I thought I had it under control, but... " Her words trailed off as she swallowed hard, blinking back the threatening tears.

The reader studied her, their eyes filled with understanding. They reached out and took Vi's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You don't have to be," they said. "Not all the time, anyway."

But before they could say more, Vi's expression shifted. Her eyes grew intense, and she leaned forward, pulling the reader into a sudden, desperate kiss. The reader was taken aback, but didn't pull away. They felt Vi's pain, her confusion, and her desperation in that single touch. Her lips were soft and warm, her kiss frantic as if trying to convey everything she couldn't put into words.

The moment was jolted to a halt as Vi's cheek made contact with the exact spot Cait had hit her earlier. She winced, breaking away with a gasp, her hand flying to cover her face. The reader's eyes went wide with horror as they realized what they'd done, their hand shooting up to cover their mouth. "Oh my God," they murmured, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Vi's eyes searched their face, looking for any hint of judgment or revulsion. But all she saw was the same concern that had been there since the reader found her. She took a shaky breath and tried to smile, though it came out more like a grimace. "It's okay," she said, her voice tight with pain. "I just... I guess I'm not used to being so... weak."

The reader took her hand away from their mouth, their own eyes filled with regret. "You're not weak," they protested. "You're just hurt, Vi."

But Vi was insistent, leaning in again, her eyes searching the reader's. She needed to feel something other than the cold emptiness that Caitlyn had left behind. But before their lips could meet again, the reader pulled back, their gaze soft but firm. "Vi," they said gently, "you're hurt, and I don't want to make things worse."

Vi's shoulders slumped, and she nodded, understanding in her eyes. But she couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that washed over her. She had hoped, just for a moment, that this could be something more, a bandage over the gaping wound in her heart. "Yeah," she murmured, "you're right."

The reader took a deep breath, gathering their thoughts. "Vi, I need to tell you something." They paused, their heart racing. "I've had feelings for you for a while now." They watched as Vi's eyes grew wide, surprise flickering across her features. "I know it's not the right time, but I couldn't just sit here and not say anything after what happened."

Vi's gaze fell to their joined hands, the warmth of their skin a stark contrast to the chill in the air. She felt a strange mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and a flicker of something she didn't quite recognize. "I... I didn't know," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader squeezed her hand gently, trying to find the right words. "It's complicated," they admitted. "But when I saw you with Caitlyn, I just... I knew I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I don't expect you to feel the same way, especially after... everything. But I just want you to know that I'll be here for you, no matter what happens."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, a storm of emotions playing out across her features. Then, she leaned forward, her arms wrapping around the reader's neck in a tight embrace. She buried her face in their shoulder, and for the first time since that fateful kiss in the shaft, she allowed herself to feel something other than pain. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice muffled by the fabric of their shirt. "Thank you for being here."

The reader's arms wrapped around her, holding her close, feeling her warmth seep into them. They stroked her back in a comforting rhythm, not knowing what to say. They hadn't expected this, but it felt right, almost like fate had led them here. "You're welcome," they murmured back, their voice filled with genuine care.

They gently pushed her back, just enough to look into her eyes. They saw the turmoil there, the doubt and fear, but also a flicker of something else—desire? The reader leaned in, their breath warm against her skin, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, a sigh escaping her lips. It was a gentle gesture, one meant to soothe, but it had an unexpected effect on her. Her body tensed, and she leaned into the touch, craving more.

Encouraged, the reader began to kiss down her neck, feeling the tension in her muscles ease with every press of their lips. Their hands found their way to her scalp, fingers threading through her short hair, and she moaned softly. It had been so long since she'd been touched with such tenderness, and it was like a balm to her bruised soul. The reader's touch grew bolder, their kisses turning from comforting to hungry, their hands massaging her head in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

Vi's eyes remained closed, her breathing shallow and erratic. "Nobody's ever... ever touched me like this," she managed to say, her voice thick with emotion. She could feel the reader's heart beating against her chest, their breath warm and steady in her ear.

The reader pulled away, looking into Vi's eyes, a fierce determination etched into their own. "Then let me worship you, Vi," they whispered, the words leaving no room for doubt. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any hint of insincerity, but she found only earnestness and passion. Her hand came up to cup the reader's cheek, the touch gentle and trembling. "Okay," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But just... don't hurt me."

The reader nodded, their own eyes filled with a solemn promise. They leaned in again, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was at once fierce and tender. It was as if they were trying to convey every emotion they had ever felt for her, every unspoken word that had remained trapped in their heart. Vi's arms wound around their neck, pulling them closer, as if trying to meld their bodies into one.

With a gentle ease, the reader shifted their position, laying back on the bed and guiding Vi to straddle their thighs. The move was fluid, a dance of understanding and need that seemed to transcend the boundaries of words. Vi's legs trembled slightly as she settled into the new position, her eyes never leaving the reader's

.

The reader's hands moved to Vi's hips, guiding her in a slow, rhythmic grind that had her gasping. Each movement was a silent promise, a vow of comfort and passion that seemed to resonate through her very bones. Their kisses grew more urgent, moving from her mouth to her neck, where they kissed and nibbled gently, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

With trembling hands, the reader reached up and began to unbutton Vi's shirt, one button at a time. The fabric parted to reveal her bare skin, each inch exposed a testament to the trust she was placing in them. Vi's breath hitched as the reader's mouth followed the trail of buttons, kissing and licking the softness of her collarbone, their touch feather-light.

When the shirt was fully open, the reader paused, their eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her breasts were bound tightly, a stark reminder of the armor she wore both physically and emotionally. They hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, but Vi's whine of need was all the encouragement they needed. They leaned in and kissed the top of one breast, feeling her shiver beneath them.

Vi's hands gripped the reader's shoulders, her nails digging in as she arched her back, silently begging for more. The reader took the cue, their mouth moving to the other side to give it equal attention. Vi's breath hitched, her whimpers growing louder as the reader's kisses grew more insistent. They traced the edge of the binding with their tongue, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

With trembling hands, the reader reached behind her, unhooking the bindings one by one. Vi's breath was hot against their neck, her gasps turning into moans as her breasts were finally released from their confinement. The reader's mouth found her nipple, suckling gently, eliciting a deep, throaty sound of pleasure from Vi. Her hips rocked against them, the friction building between them.

But as the pleasure grew, so did Vi's embarrassment. She had never been one to crave intimacy, to seek out the gentle touches and whispers of affection. She had always been the one to push people away, to hide behind her tough exterior. Yet here she was, straddling the reader, her bare chest exposed, begging for their touch. Her cheeks flushed red, and she felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her.

The reader must have noticed the change in her demeanor because they paused, their eyes searching hers. "What's wrong?" they asked, their voice low and filled with concern.

Vi looked away, her cheeks burning. "It's just..." she began, her voice trailing off. "I've never been... good at this." She felt vulnerable, exposed in a way she hadn't been in years. The weight of her past rejection and the fear of it happening again was almost too much to bear.

The reader pulled back slightly, their eyes searching hers. "What do you mean?"

Vi took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I'm usually the one in charge," she admitted, her voice shaky. "In... in every aspect of my life. I don't know how to be... submissive."

The reader leaned back, their expression thoughtful. "Vi," they said gently, "you don't have to be anyone but yourself with me." They placed a hand on her cheek, turning her face back towards them. "If you want to take the lead, I'm more than happy to follow."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any hint of deceit, but all she saw was understanding. "But... but what if I mess up?" she whispered, the fear of rejection still fresh in her mind.

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with warmth. "Vi, being submissive doesn't mean you're not in control," they explained gently. "You set the boundaries, you communicate your needs. It's about trusting me to take care of you, to give you what you want."

They paused, allowing her to process this new perspective. "When you're in this position, you're actually the one with the power," they continued, their voice low and soothing. "You're choosing to give it to me, to let me explore and adore you." They traced the line of her jaw with their thumb, their touch feather-light. "You're telling me where to touch you, how to make you feel good."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, the doubt slowly fading. She had never thought of it that way before. "But what if..." she began, but the reader silenced her with a kiss, their tongue gentle as it probed her mouth.

"Shh," they murmured, their breath warm against her lips. "Just feel, don't think." They leaned back, their eyes never leaving hers. "You tell me what you want, when you want it, how you want it. That's what makes you in control."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the doubt slowly lifting. The idea was foreign to her, but she found a strange comfort in the thought. "But what if..." she began again, but the reader's smile grew, silencing her fear

s.

"What if you're a masochist?" Vi blurted out, the words escaping before she could stop them. The room grew quiet, and she felt her face heat up with embarrassment. But the reader's gaze remained steady, their eyes filled with understanding. "I... I like it when it hurts," she admitted, her voice a mere whisper. "And I need eye contact. It's like... it grounds me."

The reader's smile grew into a grin. "Well, I'd say we're even then," they quipped, trying to lighten the mood. "I guess that makes me a sadist in your book."

Vi couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "I don't have a book," she replied, her cheeks still flushed. "But I do have some preferences."

The reader's smile grew more playful, their eyes never leaving hers as they leaned in closer. "Well, then," they murmured, "I guess we'll just have to explore those together."

With a gentle touch, the reader's hand wrapped around Vi's throat, their thumb resting lightly against her pulse point. Vi's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her breath hitching as the pressure grew. The reader watched her closely, noting the way her pupils dilated and her cheeks grew even redder. They tightened their grip slightly, just enough to make her gasp.

Vi's hips rolled against them, her breath coming in short, erratic bursts. Her hands gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles white with tension. The reader's other hand moved to her mouth, their thumb stroking over her bottom lip. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," they murmured, their voice thick with desire.

Her eyes widened, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I... I'm not," she protested, but the words were lost in a moan as the reader's hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her air just enough to make her squirm. She liked it when it hurt, when it felt like she couldn't take anymore, and yet she kept asking for more.

The reader chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a thrill down her spine. "You're such a brat," they murmured against her ear, their teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "But you're not going to manipulate me with that little act."

Vi's eyes narrowed, a spark of challenge in them. "What if I want to?" she pouted, pushing herself up slightly to press her breasts against the reader's chest.

The reader's grip on her neck tightened for a brief second, but they didn't give in. "I said no," they replied firmly, their voice a low growl. "We do this on your terms, but not if you're trying to push my boundaries."

Vi's eyes narrowed, the challenge clear. "Fine," she murmured, her voice dripping with a mix of annoyance and need. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against the reader's skin. "But what if I want you to?"

The reader's smile grew, but their eyes remained firm. "Vi," they said, their voice low and steady. "We're going to do this my way, not yours. You want pain, I'll give you pain. But it's going to be on my terms, not because you're being a brat."

Vi's eyes flashed with defiance, but she could feel the heat building between them. "Fine," she murmured, leaning back slightly. "But you're going to regret it when I'm the one in control."

The reader's grin grew, their eyes glinting with excitement. "Is that a promise?" They didn't wait for an answer, their hand moving from her throat to cup her cheek. Their thumb traced the path of her tear stains, their gaze softening. "But right now, you need to tell me what's really going on in that head of yours."

Vi took a shaky breath, her heart racing. "I like it when it's... intense," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I'm... overstimulated." She felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck as she admitted her desires. "And I like it when... when it's denied."

The reader's eyes searched hers, a hint of understanding dawned. They leaned in closer, their breath warm against her skin. "Denial, huh?" They whispered, the word hanging heavy with meaning. "I can work with that."

They kissed her again, their hand moving down to trace the waistband of her pants. Vi's hips jerked in anticipation, but the reader didn't touch her where she wanted them to. Instead, they moved their hand away, leaving her on the edge. "But first," they murmured against her lips, "I want to hear you beg for it."

Vi's eyes flashed with frustration, but she didn't protest. She knew this was part of the dance, the delicate balance of power and submission. "Please," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I need you."

The reader's hand hovered just above her waistline, the heat of their skin teasing her. "Beg," they murmured, their voice low and commanding.

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the desperation in her gaze clear. "Please," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and frustration. "Please, make me feel something."

The reader studied her for a long moment, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and desire. They knew that this was about more than just physical pleasure for Vi; it was about healing, about filling the void that Caitlyn had left. Slowly, they nodded, their hand moving to the button of her pants.

"I'll help you," they murmured, their voice thick with emotion. "But remember, you're in control. If it gets to be too much, or if you don't like something, tell me."

Vi just whines and nods fastly, her eyes pleading. She's desperate for release, for something to fill the emptiness Caitlyn left. The reader's hand slid down the zipper of her pants, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Vi's hips bucked upward, her need palpable. The reader's eyes never left hers as they slowly peeled back the fabric, revealing her black, lacy underwear.

But just as the reader's hand brushed against the fabric, something changed. Vi's body went rigid, and she pushed herself away with a sudden jolt, her eyes wide with confusion. The reader froze, their hand hovering just above her. "What's wrong?" they asked, their voice filled with concern.

Vi's hand flew to her jaw, her eyes glazed over with pain. "It's... it's nothing," she managed to say through gritted teeth, but the tremor in her voice gave her away. The reader could see the effort it took for her to hide her agony, and their heart ached for her.

They sat up, gently taking Vi's face in their hands, inspecting the bruise that Caitlyn's ring had left. "You're hurt," they said firmly, their voice filled with concern. "We can't do this if you're in pain."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, her own filled with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. "I... I know," she stammered, her hand flying to her cheek. "It's just... it's been so long since someone has cared about me like this."

The reader's gaze softened, their grip on her jaw firm but gentle. "I'm not going anywhere," they assured her, their voice steady. "But we need to take care of this first." They carefully guided her to a nearby chair, the soft cushions a stark contrast to the cold, hard reality of the moment. "Sit," they instructed, their tone soothing.

Vi's eyes searched theirs, a silent plea for understanding. The reader could see the conflict within her, the need for comfort and the fear of vulnerability. They knelt before her, their eyes never leaving hers as they reached for the first aid kit on the nightstand. The room was quiet except for the sound of her labored breathing and the soft rustle of the medical supplies.

With gentle hands, the reader began to clean the bruise on Vi's cheek, their thumbs brushing away the tears that still clung to her lashes. Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, and she looked away, embarrassed. The reader leaned in closer, their eyes never leaving hers. "You don't have to be embarrassed with me, Vi," they murmured, their voice filled with warmth. "I'm here to take care of you."

Their touch was tender, almost reverent as they applied the cold compress to the bruise. Vi's body tensed at the initial contact, but she gradually relaxed into the soothing sensation. It was a stark contrast to the pain Caitlyn had inflicted, and she couldn't help but lean into it, seeking solace in the reader's care.

The reader's eyes never left hers as they worked, their gaze filled with a fierce protectiveness that made Vi's heart race. Despite the situation, she felt safe with them, as if she could finally let down her guard. But as the reality of their position set in—the reader kneeling before her, tending to her wounds—she felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. It was a strange, vulnerable feeling, one she wasn't quite used to.

"It's okay," the reader assured her, their voice gentle as they applied the cold compress. "You're safe here." Vi's eyes grew misty, and she nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She had been so used to being the one in charge, the one who took care of everyone else, that she had forgotten what it was like to be cared for.

The reader's touch was soothing, but the stark reality of their position sent a jolt of embarrassment through Vi. Here she was, sitting in a chair with her pants undone, while the reader knelt before her, tending to her bruised cheek. It was a stark reminder of her vulnerability, a stark contrast to the power she usually wielded. She felt like she was losing control, like she was breaking apart at the seams.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at the reader. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. The reader's eyes searched hers, a question in their gaze, but Vi couldn't bring herself to speak. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she'd break down completely, that all the pain and anger she'd been holding in would come flooding out.

The reader must have sensed her discomfort, because they leaned back slightly, their hands still hovering over her cheek. "Vi," they said softly, "you don't have to be embarrassed around me."

Vi's eyes snapped back to theirs, the embarrassment morphing into defiance. "Why not?" she spat, her voice tight with pain. "You're seeing me at my weakest, my most pathetic."

The reader's gaze never wavered, their expression filled with a quiet strength. "Because I see you as you are, Vi," they replied softly. "A survivor. Someone who's been through hell and come out the other side, stronger for it." They paused, their voice gentle but firm. "And if you can't be vulnerable with me, then who can you be vulnerable with?"

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the words cutting through the fog of her emotions like a knife. It was true; she had always been the one to take care of others, to hide her own pain behind a wall of sarcasm and bravado. But here, with the reader, she felt... safe. "I'm just not used to it," she murmured, her voice cracking.

The reader's smile was gentle, understanding. "I know," they said, taking her hand in theirs. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what." They paused, their gaze never leaving hers. "I want to help you heal."

Vi's grip on the reader's hand tightened, the warmth of their skin grounding her. "But I don't know how," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I've never... I don't know how to be with someone without the games."

The reader's gaze was steady, filled with a gentle understanding that made Vi's chest ache. "We'll take it slow," they promised. "We'll figure it out together." They reached up and brushed a stray tear from her cheek, their touch feather-light. "But for now, let's just focus on making you feel better."

Vi nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. The reader's words echoed in her mind, a reminder that she wasn't alone. But the thought of letting someone else take the reins was terrifying. She had always been the one to call the shots, the one who decided when and how she felt anything. But with Caitlyn's betrayal still fresh, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she needed someone to take care of her.

The reader stood up, their eyes never leaving Vi's. "Take off your clothes," they instructed, their voice firm but not unkind. Vi's eyes shot up to meet theirs, surprise and a hint of excitement flickering in their depths. They could see the wheels turning in her mind, the consideration of this newfound power dynamic.

With trembling hands, Vi began to unbuckle her pants, the leather whispering against her skin as she slid them down. The reader watched as she revealed herself, her black underwear clinging to her curves. They took a deep breath, their own desire growing. "Good," they murmured, their eyes traveling over her body. "Now get on the couch."

Vi's cheeks burned as she complied, her legs shaking slightly as she settled on the plush cushions. The reader sat down beside her, their gaze never leaving hers as they reached for her thighs. With a gentle but firm grip, they spread her legs apart, exposing her to their hungry gaze. Vi felt a thrill of excitement run through her, the anticipation building.

The reader leaned in, their warm breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. They kissed along the inside of her thigh, their hands cupping her hips as if to hold her in place. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, her body tensing in anticipation of their mouth on her. But instead of the expected contact, she felt the reader's fingertips trace light patterns on her stomach, moving closer and closer to her panties.

With a flick of their wrist, the fabric was pushed aside, exposing her already wet folds to the cool air. Vi's eyes snapped open, meeting the reader's hungry gaze. They didn't ask permission, they didn't need to; the way she was squirming, the desperate whimpers escaping her lips, told them all they needed to know. The reader's mouth descended, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs before finally reaching her center.

Vi's hips bucked upwards, seeking relief, but the reader held firm, their fingers digging into her hips as they held her in place. "Please," she whined, the word barely coherent as she writhed on the couch. "Please, I need..."

The reader looked up, their eyes meeting hers, a knowing smile playing on their lips. "Need what, Vi?" they murmured, their breath hot against her skin. "Tell me what you need."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, the desperation growing. "You," she moaned, her voice thick with want. "I need you to make me feel good."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes dark with lust. "You're going to have to be more specific than that," they said, their voice a low purr. "What do you want, Vi?"

Vi swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. She had never had to ask for what she wanted before, but she knew that if she didn't, she'd be denied. "Your... your mouth," she whispered, the words barely leaving her lips. "I want your mouth on me."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes darkening with lust. They leaned back, their own shirt disappearing over their head, revealing a lean, muscled torso that made Vi's stomach flip. They unbuckled their own pants, sliding them down to reveal their own desire. "And what do you want to do for me?" they asked, their voice low and teasing.

Vi's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, the anticipation growing. "I... I want to taste you," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I want to make you feel good too."

The reader's eyes lit up, the challenge accepted. They laid down on the couch, their head between Vi's thighs, and she could feel their breath on her already sensitive skin. She mirrored their position, her own need driving her. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, the heat from their skin melding together.

"Ready?" the reader murmured, their voice thick with anticipation. Vi nodded, her heart racing in her chest. This was it, the moment she had been craving, the moment she had been afraid to admit she needed.

The reader's tongue darted out, tracing the edges of her labia before delving into the warm, wet center of her. Vi's eyes rolled back, a moan escaping her lips. It was nothing like what Caitlyn had done—there was no roughness, no pain. Instead, it was gentle, almost reverent. The reader took their time, savoring every inch of her, their technique vastly different from the harsh, demanding touch she was used to.

Vi's hips bucked upwards, trying to force the reader's mouth closer, but they held firm, teasing her with feather-light kisses that had her panting and begging. It was a dance of wills, Vi's desperation clashing with the reader's patience. The reader knew she liked it rough, liked the pain, but they weren't going to give it to her, not yet. They were going to show her that there was more to intimacy than just the physical, that it could be about comfort and care.

Their tongue slid along her slit, the taste of her arousal making their mouth water. Vi's hands tangled in their hair, her nails digging in slightly as she tried to guide them, but the reader resisted, setting their own pace. They wanted to savor this moment, to show her that she could trust them, that they weren't going to hurt her.

The reader's tongue circled her clit, feeling it swell under their ministrations. Vi's breathing grew ragged, her body tightening with each pass. They knew she was close, but they didn't want it to end yet. They slid a finger inside her, feeling her quiver around them. Vi's eyes shot open, her pupils wide with shock and pleasure.

The reader's gaze held hers as they added a second finger, their thumb rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. They watched as her eyelids grew heavy with lust, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She was so close, but they didn't want her to come yet. They wanted her to beg, to show that she truly craved this connection.

With a sudden burst of courage, Vi's hands tightened in the reader's hair, pulling them closer. "I want to ride your face," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. But even as she spoke the words, embarrassment flooded her cheeks, and she couldn't meet their eyes.

The reader looked up at her, their eyes filled with a mix of surprise and arousal. They didn't miss the vulnerability in her gaze, the way she was holding her breath, waiting for their response. "Vi," they murmured, their voice filled with understanding. "It's okay." They kissed her inner thigh gently. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Vi took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I want to ride your face," she said, her voice stronger this time, the words coming out with a hint of challenge. "But I... I'm embarrassed."

The reader's smile was gentle, their eyes filled with understanding. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," they murmured, stroking her thigh. "You're beautiful, and I want you to feel good."

Vi took a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. She straddled the reader's face, her heart racing. The reader's hands found her hips, guiding her gently as she lowered herself down, their breath hot against her core. "Use me," they encouraged, their voice muffled.

Vi's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the desperate need to feel something, anything, overrode her fear. She began to rock her hips, the reader's tongue sliding over her clit with each movement. The sensation was exquisite, a stark contrast to the pain Caitlyn had given her. It was as if she were reclaiming a part of herself that had been stolen, piece by delicious piece.

The reader's hands gripped her thighs tightly, their fingers digging into the flesh as they held her in place. Vi could feel her own muscles quivering with the effort to stay upright, but she didn't care. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. The reader's eyes remained locked on hers, reading every expression, every twitch of her body like a map to her soul.

As Vi grew bolder, the reader's tongue grew more insistent, their movements more deliberate. They could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around their fingers. With a soft growl, they tugged her down, forcing her to take their entire mouth. Vi's eyes went wide, a gasp escaping her as she felt the reader's tongue press against her most sensitive spot, the pressure building until she couldn't hold back

anymore.

It was nothing like what Caitlyn had done to her. With Caitlyn, it had always been about the chase, the power play. The way she had used Vi's body, her pleasure merely a side effect of her own desires. But here, with the reader, it was different. It was as if the reader saw her, really saw her, and wanted to give her everything she had ever been denied.

Vi's hips began to move more erratically, her need spiraling out of control. The reader's grip tightened, their tongue swirling around her clit as if they had all the time in the world. And in that moment, Vi felt like they did. Like there was nothing else that mattered except for the connection between them.

Her movements grew more frantic, her body arching as she rode the reader's face, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She didn't care if they could breathe; all that mattered was the feeling of their mouth on her, their tongue delving into her wetness, their fingers curling inside her. It was a symphony of sensations, a crescendo of pleasure that she had been craving for so long.

The reader's eyes remained locked on hers, their breathing shallow but steady as they took her weight, their mouth never leaving her. They could feel her muscles clenching around their fingers, the tremors growing stronger with each passing second. It was a heady feeling, to have someone so powerful, so fierce, at their mercy like this.

But as Vi's moans grew louder, the reader knew they had to be careful. They didn't want to push her too far, not when she was so fragile. They gently began to rub her thighs, trying to soothe her, their touch a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier teasing. It was a silent reassurance that they were here, that she was safe.

Vi's body stiffened, her muscles tightening as she felt the first waves of orgasm crash over her. Her hips bucked wildly, and she couldn't hold back the scream that tore from her throat. The reader felt her clench around their fingers, her juices gushing onto their face in a sweet, sticky release. It was a powerful moment, one that filled them with a sense of awe and accomplishment.

The reader didn't flinch, didn't pull away, even as Vi's body quivered above them. They kept their mouth in place, lapping up every drop of her release, savoring the taste of her pleasure. Vi's eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening, but the reader's gaze remained steady, filled with a gentle reassurance that she was safe.

Her orgasm went on for what felt like an eternity, each pulse sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. When it finally subsided, Vi collapsed against the reader's chest, panting heavily. The reader's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as she trembled with the aftershocks. "You're okay," they murmured, their voice a soothing rumble against her skin.

Vi nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to regain control of her breathing. But as the reality of the moment set in, she jolted up, a desperate need to kiss the reader consuming her. Her movements were frantic, her mouth finding theirs with an urgency that took them by surprise. She kissed them as if she were trying to erase every other kiss she had ever had, as if she were trying to redefine what it meant to be alive.

The reader didn't question it, didn't pull away. Instead, they held her tighter, cradling her against their chest as they deepened the kiss. Their arms wrapped around her, providing a sense of security and warmth that she hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. Their tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths with a passion that left Vi feeling both dizzy and grounded.

They finally pulled apart, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before breaking, leaving a trail of stickiness on their lips. Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the desperation in her gaze unmistakable. She needed this, needed them, and she didn't know how to express it without scaring them away.

The reader seemed to understand without words, their expression softening as they cradled Vi's head against their chest. The steady beat of their heart was a soothing rhythm that echoed through her entire being, calming the storm that raged within. "You don't have to say it," they murmured, their voice a gentle rumble that vibrated through her body. "I'll wait for you to be ready."

Vi's eyes filled with tears as she listened to the reassuring words, the warmth of the reader's embrace enveloping her like a blanket. It had been so long since someone had offered her comfort without expecting anything in return. The weight of her own vulnerability was almost too much to bear, but the reader's arms around her made it feel a little lighter.

With a shaky breath, she pushed herself further into the reader, trying to disappear into the warmth and safety they provided. Her body melded against theirs, her breasts pressing into their chest, her legs wrapping around their waist. It was as if she were trying to become one with them, to lose herself in the embrace. The reader held her tighter, their hands stroking her back in gentle, soothing circles.

As Vi's breathing evened out, she felt the beginnings of sleep tugging at her consciousness. But before she could slip away, she heard the reader whisper something so faint it was almost inaudible. "I love you," the words barely registered in her foggy mind. Her eyes shot open, but she was too overwhelmed to react, too afraid of what this could mean. Instead, she lay there, listening to the steady beat of their heart, feeling the warmth of their breath on her neck.

Slowly, she became aware of the gentle throb in her chest, and she placed a hand over her heart, feeling the erratic rhythm beneath her fingertips. It was a feeling she had thought lost to her, a feeling that had been buried under layers of pain and anger. But here, in the reader's arms, it was as if the floodgates had opened, releasing a torrent of emotions she hadn't even realized she had been holding back.

Her eyes searched the reader's, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was sincerity. The reader's gaze was open, their eyes filled with a warmth that made her heart stutter. Vi leaned in closer, her cheek pressing against the reader's chest, listening to the steady thump of their heart. It was a reassuring sound, a promise that she wasn't alone in this tumultuous sea of feelings.

Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting theirs once again. The air between them was charged with a tension that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Without a word, she closed the distance, her mouth finding theirs in a kiss that was as gentle as it was fierce. It was an acknowledgment of their newfound bond, a silent promise to navigate this uncharted territory together.

Vi's hands roamed the reader's body, exploring the contours of their muscles, memorizing the feel of their skin. She didn't know how to express the tumult of emotions inside her, so she let her actions speak for her. The reader responded in kind, their own hands running along her spine, sending shivers down her body.

But as the reality of the situation sank in, Vi's movements grew erratic. Panic bubbled up in her chest as she realized she had forgotten to say those three little words back. Her heart hammered in her ears, and she pulled away, her eyes wide with fear. The reader looked at her, a flicker of confusion crossing their features.

Vi's mind raced, her thoughts a tangled web of doubt and insecurity. What if they didn't mean it? What if they had just said it in the heat of the moment? What if she had just ruined everything by not responding? The fear of rejection, the fear of being vulnerable, it all came rushing back, threatening to drown her.

The reader, however, remained calm, their eyes searching hers with a gentle curiosity. "Vi," they murmured, reaching up to cup her cheek. "It's okay."

But Vi was already spiraling, her thoughts racing as she tried to find the right words to express the chaos within her. "I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry, I just—"

The reader's thumb brushed against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "Sorry for what?" they asked, their tone gentle, their eyes searching hers for understanding. "For feeling something real?"

Vi's chest tightened, and she couldn't bring herself to speak. The fear of rejection was a beast she had faced many times before, but with the reader, it felt different. It was as if she had been handed a fragile treasure and was now fumbling with it, afraid of breaking it. "I... I didn't say it back," she managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader's eyes searched hers, their expression filled with patience. "It's okay, Vi," they reassured her, their thumb still stroking her cheek. "You don't have to say it if you don't mean it."

Vi's chest tightened even further, the weight of the unspoken words a heavy burden. "But I do," she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. "I just... I don't know how to."

The reader's eyes searched hers, the gentle stroking of her cheek never ceasing. "It's okay," they said again, their voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. "You don't have to know right now. We'll figure it out together."

Vi's eyes widened as the words sank in. The reader wasn't pushing her away, wasn't rejecting her. They were giving her space, offering her the same patience and understanding she hadn't received from anyone else. It was a stark contrast to Caitlyn's demanding nature, a stark contrast to the painful games she had been accustomed to.

"You... you know?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "You know that I still have feelings for her?"

The reader nodded, their eyes never leaving hers. "It's okay, Vi," they murmured, their voice a soothing balm. "Caitlyn's... she's captivating. It's hard not to love someone like that."

Vi felt a strange mix of relief and guilt at the admission. It was as if the reader had peered into her soul and understood the tumultuous mess of emotions she had been trying to hide. "But I hurt you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can you... How can you still want this?"

The reader's eyes searched hers, their thumb still tenderly caressing her cheek. "Because I know you didn't mean to," they said gently. "And because, despite it all, I think there's something real between us. Something worth fighting for."

Vi stared at them, the weight of their words settling heavily in her chest. It was true that Caitlyn was hot, that there was a magnetic pull to the blonde enigma that had captured her heart and crushed it in the same breath. But here, in the reader's arms, she felt a warmth, a connection she hadn't felt in a long time. "You really don't mind?" she asked, her voice still shaky.

The reader's smile was gentle, their eyes filled with a warmth that seemed to chase away the shadows of doubt. "I mind that she hurt you," they said firmly. "But I don't mind that you have feelings for her. What I want is for you to love yourself more, Vi. And if, in time, you find that you love me too... well, that's just a bonus."

Vi couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest, a sound that had been so foreign to her lately. "You're pretty charming," she said, her voice teasing despite the thickness of her emotions. "You think all you have to do is take care of me and I'll just fall for you?"

The reader grinned, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's not rocket science," they said, their tone playfully arrogant. "Feed you, keep you warm, make you feel good. It's a foolproof plan, really."

Vi couldn't help the giggle that escaped her, the sound music to the reader's ears. It was the first genuine laughter they had heard from her since they had found her in the shaft. "Is that your grand strategy?" she asked, her voice still a little shaky from the aftermath of her climax and the emotional turmoil that had followed.

The reader chuckled, their hands still stroking her back in gentle, soothing circles. "Well, your taste in women is questionable at best," they teased, their voice filled with affectionate warmth. "So, I figured if I could win you over with my charming personality, I'd be ahead of the game."

Vi couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Despite the pain that still lingered from Caitlyn's betrayal, she found comfort in the reader's words, in the way they made her feel seen and valued. "Your ego's pretty inflated," she said, poking them lightly in the chest.

The reader's grin grew wider, their eyes dancing with amusement. "Hey," they said, their tone playfully defensive, "I've got the skills to back it up."

Vi rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smirk that tugged at her lips. Despite the raw vulnerability of their earlier conversation, the reader had managed to coax a bit of lightness into the room, something she hadn't felt in a long time. "Your charming personality and... what else?" she asked, her voice teasing.

The reader leaned back, their hands still playing gently with Vi's hair. "Well, let's just say I've had my fair share of... practice," they said with a knowing wink.

Vi's smile grew a bit sad at the mention of the brothel. She knew the reader's past, the countless faces and hands they had endured. "You don't have to tell me," she murmured, her heart aching for them.

But the reader only chuckled, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, but you see, that's where you're wrong," they said, their voice light and playful. "My time there wasn't all bad. It's where I learned all my... skills."

Vi's eyebrows shot up, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You're telling me you picked up a few tricks from the brothel?" she asked, her voice filled with skepticism.

The reader chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Let's just say I had a very thorough education," they replied with a wink. "But what's important is that I'm here with you now, and I want to use what I know to make you happy."

Vi felt a pang of curiosity. "Who taught you?" she asked, her voice a whisper. The reader's expression grew more serious, a hint of sadness flitting across their features before it was replaced with a small, knowing smile.

"Sevika," they replied, the name rolling off their tongue like a secret shared only in the darkest of whispers. "She was... a mentor of sorts. Taught me the art of pleasure, the power of submission and control."

Vi felt a twinge of jealousy, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. She had always prided herself on her independence, on not needing anyone else to be whole. But as she watched the way the reader spoke about Sevika, with a mix of admiration and something deeper, she couldn't help but feel a stab of something raw and uncomfortable. It was as if she were peering into a part of the reader's life that she hadn't been allowed to see before, a part that was filled with passion and pain, a part that she hadn't been a part of.

The reader must have noticed the shift in her expression because their eyes searched hers, their smile fading slightly. "What's wrong?" they asked, their voice gentle.

Vi took a deep breath, trying to push the jealousy down. "It's just... Sevika," she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor. "Everyone knows about her. The way she... taught you."

The reader's smile softened, their eyes searching hers. "Vi," they said gently, "you know I'm here with you now, right?"

Vi nodded, trying to keep the jealousy at bay. It wasn't fair to compare herself to Sevika, not when she knew so little about what had really gone on between them. But it was hard to ignore the way everyone talked about her, the way their eyes lit up when they spoke her name. She was the ultimate seductress, the queen of the underground. And now, Vi was in the reader's arms, feeling the same passion, the same power that she had taught them

.

The reader's thumb traced small circles on her cheek, bringing her back to the present. "Vi," they said softly, "it's okay. I'm here with you now."

But Vi's mind was still racing with thoughts of Sevika, of the power dynamics she had introduced to the reader's life. It was a world she didn't fully understand, a world that was as alluring as it was terrifying. "But you learned all this from her," she murmured, her voice tight with jealousy. "How can I compare?"

The reader's eyes searched hers, a flicker of understanding crossing their features. "You don't have to compare," they said, their voice firm but gentle. "What I had with her was different. It was about survival, about finding a place in a world that didn't want us. What we have is about choice, about finding each other in the chaos."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was sincerity. She took a deep breath, trying to push the jealousy down. "But she was so powerful," she whispered. "And you... you're so..."

The reader's eyes twinkled with amusement as they leaned in closer, whispering against her ear, "And yet, I can assure you, there were times when even the mighty Sevika was on her knees, begging for more."

Vi's eyes widened with surprise, and she pulled back to look at them. "What? You... you dominated her?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

The reader's grin grew, their eyes dancing with mischief. "Well, it's not like I went in there to be dominated," they said with a wink. "But let's just say, I learned a thing or

two."

Vi's eyes narrowed playfully, and she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. It was such a ludicrous thought, Sevika, the woman who had ruled the underground with an iron fist, begging for anything. "You're full of surprises," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

The reader's smile grew softer, their eyes never leaving hers. "Only for you, Vi," they murmured, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Only for you."

Vi's eyes searched theirs for a moment longer before she finally nodded, the last of her resistance crumbling. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But just for tonight."

The reader's smile grew softer, and they shifted their position, moving behind her to spoon her. Vi felt their warmth against her back, the gentle pressure of their body a comfort she hadn't known she needed. They wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and she couldn't help but lean into them, feeling their warmth seep into her very bones.

For a while, they lay there in silence, the only sounds in the room the steady rhythm of their breathing and the occasional crackle of the fire. It was a peacefulness that Vi hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. But as the minutes ticked by, her mind began to wander, thoughts of Caitlyn and Sevika swirling together like a tornado of doubt and inadequacy.

Finally, when she was sure that the silence had stretched on for long enough that the question wouldn't seem out of place, she spoke up, her voice a tentative whisper. "Teach me," she said, her heart racing in anticipation of the reader's reaction. "Teach me everything you learned from Sevika."

The reader's body tensed for a moment before they relaxed, their breathing evening out. "What do you mean?" they asked, their tone a careful blend of curiosity and hes

itation.

Vi took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the reader's embrace enveloping her. "I want to learn everything you know," she whispered, turning in their arms to face them. "I want to be better than her."

The reader's eyes searched hers, the flicker of understanding giving way to a soft smile. They knew the depth of Vi's pain, the need to reclaim her power in the wake of Caitlyn's betrayal. "Vi," they said gently, "you don't have to be anyone but yourself."

Vi's gaze was unyielding, her determination palpable. "Please," she begged, her voice a tremble of hope. "I need this. To prove to myself that I can be more, that I can make you feel more."

The reader's eyes searched hers for a moment, their expression a blend of admiration and concern. "Vi," they said, their voice a soft caress. "You already make me feel everything. You don't need to be like Sevika to be amazing."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, her heart racing with anticipation. "But I want to be more," she insisted, her voice a whisper. "I want to make you feel things she never could."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with warmth. "Vi, you already do," they murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "What we have is special because it's between us, not because of what I had with Sevika."

Vi took a deep breath, the scent of the reader's skin filling her nostrils. "But I want to know," she persisted, her voice a mix of desperation and curiosity. "I want to be the one who makes you feel good."

The reader's smile grew a bit sad as they leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Vi's cheek. "You already do, sweetheart," they murmured. "Every time you laugh, every time you smile, it's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, the doubt still lingering. "But I don't know how to do what you do," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to make you feel the way you make me feel."

The reader's smile grew a bit sad as they tightened their hold around her. "You already do, Vi," they murmured. "Every time you laugh, every time you're in my arms, it's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds."

Vi felt a warmth spread through her chest at their words, but the doubt was still there, a persistent whisper in the back of her mind. "But I want to be the one who makes you feel good," she said, her voice a mix of desperation and curiosity. "Teach me what she taught you."

The reader's expression grew serious as they studied her, their thumb still tracing gentle circles on her arm. "Vi," they said, their voice firm but gentle, "I'm with you because I want to be, not because I have to be."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all she found was truth. "But what if I'm not enough?" she whispered, the fear of inadequacy rearing its ugly head once again.

The reader leaned in, their eyes filled with warmth and patience. "You're more than enough," they said, their voice steady and firm. "But if it's what you truly want, I'll show you."

Vi felt a surge of excitement at the offer, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Please."

The reader leaned in closer, their gaze searching hers for any sign of hesitation before they spoke. "Vi," they said, their voice a warm caress, "you know this isn't about replacing what you had with Caitlyn. It's about finding something new with me

."

Vi nodded, the understanding sinking in. "I know," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the reader's. "I just... I want to learn."

The reader studied her for a moment longer before a slow smile spread across their face. "Alright," they said, their voice filled with mischief. "But remember, this is all about what makes you feel good, not about replacing anyone."

They sat up and scooped Vi into their arms, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden movement. She wrapped her arms around their neck, her legs around their waist, as they stood from the bed. "You're sure you're okay with this?" they asked, their eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt.

Vi nodded, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. "I trust you," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with affection. "Then let's start with something simple," they said, setting her down gently. They took her hand and led her to the center of the room, the soft light from the fireplace casting a warm glow on their faces. "Just follow my lead," they instructed, "and tell me if anything feels uncomfortable."

Vi nodded, her heart racing as she took a deep breath. She could feel the reader's warmth, the gentle squeeze of their hand in hers, and she knew she was safe. "Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

The reader stepped closer, their eyes never leaving hers. "Ready?" they asked, a hint of excitement in their voice.

Vi nodded, her breath hitching in anticipation. The reader leaned down, their arms wrapping around her waist, and with a gentle heave, they lifted her into the air. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around their shoulders, her arms clutching at their neck for balance. The world spun around them as the reader carried her back to the bed, a thrill racing through her veins.

They set her down gently, the soft mattress giving way beneath her. The reader hovered over her, their eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort. "Is this okay?" they asked, their voice a gentle whisper.

Vi nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes," she breathed, her legs already parted slightly in invitation.

The reader's smile grew as they settled between her thighs, their eyes never leaving hers. "Good," they murmured, placing their hands on her hips. "Now, just like this," they instructed, demonstrating with their own body how to rock against hers.

Vi's eyes grew wide as she watched, her breathing growing heavier as she felt the heat between them. "Like this?" she asked, her voice tentative as she mimicked their movements.

The reader nodded, their smile encouraging. "Exactly," they murmured, their hands guiding hers. "Just like that."

Vi felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she watched the reader's hips move in a slow, sensuous rhythm against hers. It was mesmerizing, the way they moved with such ease and confidence. She tried to mimic their movements, her own hips tentatively rocking against the reader's. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. The warmth between them grew, and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as she felt the friction build.

The reader leaned in closer, their breath hot against her ear as they whispered encouragement. "That's it," they murmured. "Just feel the moment, let your body guide you." Their voice was a soothing balm, calming the nerves that had taken root in her belly.

Vi felt their hands slide up her thighs, guiding her legs apart. She gasped as the reader's strong arms lifted one of her legs, draping it over their shoulder. The new angle was surprising, a fresh wave of sensation washing over her as their hips pressed closer to hers. She could feel the heat of their arousal, the warmth of their skin, the promise of what was to come.

Their eyes searched hers, making sure she was okay before they began to move. Vi nodded, her breath coming in shallow pants as she watched their hips rock against her. It was an intimate dance, one she had never shared with anyone before. The reader's movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure through her.

With a gentle nudge, the reader lifted one of Vi's legs, placing it on their shoulder. The new angle was surprising, and she gasped as she felt their body press closer to hers, their warmth enveloping her. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the evidence of her arousal. The act was simple, yet it spoke volumes about the trust and vulnerability they were building together.

The reader's eyes searched hers, a silent question in their gaze. Vi nodded, her cheeks flushing as she gave her consent. The reader began to rock their hips against hers, the friction creating a delicious sensation that made her toes curl. They moved with a patience that she hadn't expected, taking their time to explore the new position, ensuring she was comfortable with each movement.

Vi felt the heat pooling in her belly, a delicious ache that grew with each gentle collision. She watched the reader's face, the way their eyes closed in concentration, the way their breath grew ragged. It was like watching a master craftsman at work, their movements precise and deliberate, designed to elicit the most exquisite pleasure.

The reader began to increase their rhythm, their hips moving faster against hers. Vi could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. She gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles white with the effort to stay still, to let the reader control the pace.

"Good girl," the reader murmured, their breath hot against her skin. "You're doing so well."

Vi felt a shiver run through her body at the praise, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to focus on the sensations. It was strange, feeling so vulnerable and yet so empowered at the same time. She knew she was holding back, her body tensing with the effort to keep from letting go too soon.

The reader's voice was a gentle rumble against her skin, their praise washing over her like a warm embrace. "That's it," they murmured, their hips moving faster now, the pressure building. "You're doing so well, Vi. Just let go."

Vi's eyes flew open, meeting the reader's gaze. "I just want to be good for you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with affection. "You already are, Vi," they murmured, their voice a gentle caress. "You're so strong, so brave, and so beautiful."

Vi felt her chest swell with pride at the praise. "But I want to be good for you," she repeated, her voice a whimper of need.

The reader leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "You are, Vi," they whispered against her mouth. "Every time you let me in, every time you trust me with your body, you're giving me more than I could ever ask for."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was truth. "But I want to be more than just good," she whispered, her voice tight with need. "I want to be amazing for you."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes never leaving hers. "Vi," they said gently, "you already are amazing. You're a good girl, holding back, asking for what you need."

With those words, the reader leaned in, their lips brushing against the shell of her ear before moving down the side of her neck. Vi's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the warmth of their mouth against her sensitive skin. They kissed a slow trail down to her collarbone, each caress sending shivers down her spine.

"Good girls get rewards," the reader murmured against her skin, their voice a seductive purr that sent a thrill through Vi's body. She felt their breath, hot and tantalizing, as they whispered sweet nothings that seemed to unlock parts of her she didn't even know existed.

Their kisses grew more insistent, moving from behind her ears to her neck, tracing a fiery path down to her collarbone. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching into the reader's touch. She had never felt so cherished, so desired. It was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of power and submission that she hadn't realized she craved until now.

"You're such a good girl," the reader murmured against her skin, their voice a warm caress. "So good for me."

Vi's eyes shot open, the words like a spark in a dry field. She felt the pressure building, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. The reader's praise was like a gentle push, urging her over the edge. "Oh god," she gasped, her nails digging into the reader's shoulders. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"That's it," the reader whispered, their voice a soothing balm. "Come for me, Vi. Let go and be my bitch “

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Vi's eyes widened. Then she heard the laughter in the reader's voice, the playfulness that belied the power of their words. "Your bitch?" she asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

The reader grinned, their teeth flashing white in the dim light. "Only if you want to be," they teased, their hips still moving in a delicious rhythm against hers.

Vi felt a bubble of laughter rise in her chest, the tension dissipating in the face of their playfulness. "Is that what this is all about?" she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and incredulity.

The reader leaned back, their eyes sparkling with mirth. "Well, it's definitely a perk," they said, their smile playful. "But it's more about finding what feels good for both of us."

Vi couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up, the tension in the room dissipating like a popped balloon. "I think I can handle that," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and relief.

The operative swallowed hard. "It happened during your... personal time, ma'am. We didn't want to disturb you unless it was absolutely necessary."

Seveka's gaze narrowed, but she understood the unspoken rule. She had her needs, and so did the agency. She handed back the tablet. "Very well. Assemble the team. We move out in five."

As the room buzzed with activity, she took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing through potential scenarios and strategies. It was in this rare moment of vulnerability that she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. She looked up to see the fem reader, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Seveka, are you okay?" the fem reader asked softly, her voice a stark contrast to the urgency in the room.

Seveka took a deep breath, her eyes flickering over to the reader before returning to the door. "I need to focus."

The fem reader nodded, her hand sliding away. "I know. But I'm here if you need anything."

Seveka offered a tight smile, her jaw clenched. "Thank you."

The fem reader's eyes searched hers, and she stepped closer, her voice a low purr. "I mean it, Seveka. You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. It's okay to let someone else take the lead for once."

Seveka hesitated, the weight of the mission pressing down on her. "I can handle it," she murmured, though her voice lacked its usual confidence.

The fem reader leaned in, her breath warm against Seveka's ear. "But what if you don't have to?" she whispered.

Seveka turned to face her, the question hanging in the air. The room around them seemed to fade away, the chaos of the mission forgotten. The fem reader's eyes held a gentle authority, and something else—something that made Seveka's stomach flutter.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

The fem reader stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. "You've been so focused on being in charge, so used to giving orders and expecting them to be followed," she said, her voice low and soothing. "But what if you could let go for a while?"

Her hand slid down Seveka's arm, her fingertips brushing against the leather of her glove before coming to rest on her wrist. Seveka felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, and she realized her breathing had grown shallower. The fem reader's touch was firm, yet gentle, a silent demand for obedience.

"Take off your gloves," she instructed, her voice a soft command. Seveka complied, her hands trembling slightly as she peeled away the leather. The cool air of the room caressed her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The fem reader stepped closer, her eyes dropping to Seveka's exposed wrists. She took them in her hands, turning them over to examine the delicate pulse point. "Good," she murmured, her thumb brushing lightly against the sensitive skin. "Now, I want you to sit down."

Seveka's eyes widened, but she felt an inexplicable urge to obey. She took a seat in the chair, her legs spread slightly apart, and watched as the fem reader moved around the desk. The command was simple, yet it sent a rush of anticipation through her veins. She had never been in this position before, and she didn't know how to react.

The fem reader's eyes gleamed with something that looked suspiciously like amusement, but there was also a seriousness to her expression. She knelt before Seveka, her hands resting on her thighs, and spoke firmly. "Now, I want you to crawl under the desk and wait for me there."

Seveka felt a flicker of embarrassment, but the feeling was quickly overridden by a strange sense of...excitement? She had never been one to be ordered around, but there was something about the way the fem reader's voice curled around her that made it impossible to refuse. With a nod, she lowered herself to the floor, her knees brushing against the cold tiles.

The fem reader moved around the desk, her footsteps measured and deliberate. Seveka watched her approach, her heart hammering in her chest. The reader's eyes never left hers as she leaned down, her fingers tracing the line of Seveka's jaw before tilting her head back. "You're so beautiful when you submit," she whispered, her breath hot against Seveka's skin.

Before Seveka could respond, the reader's fingers pressed against her lips, silencing any protest. Her eyes searched Seveka's, looking for consent, for understanding. Seveka's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor in a show of submission. The reader's hand moved, her fingers sliding into Seveka's mouth, gagging her gently. The suddenness of the action made Seveka's eyes widen, but she didn't struggle, her body responding to the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation.

The reader then reached for Seveka's hair, pulling gently at first before tightening her grip. She tugged Seveka's head back, forcing her to look up. "Remember, you're safe," she assured, her voice a velvety promise in the tense air. "You can always use your safeword."

Seveka felt a shiver run down her spine, the reality of the situation sinking in. She was a top, always in control, and now she was being told to submit. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she found herself nodding again, the fight draining from her body.

The fem reader's grip on her hair tightened slightly, a clear message that she was in charge. "Good girl," she purred, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Seveka felt a spark of defiance, a knee-jerk reaction to being called such a demeaning term. But before she could form a snappy retort, the reader leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous challenge. "Now, unless you want to be punished for your insolence," she whispered, "I suggest you keep those thoughts to yourself."

Seveka's cheeks burned, and she bit down on the reader's fingers in her mouth, the leather of the gag muffling the sound of her protest. The reader's eyes widened slightly in surprise before narrowing, a flicker of something dark crossing her features. She yanked Seveka's head back even further, forcing her to arch her back uncomfortably. "I can make this as easy or as difficult for you as you want it to be," she warned, her tone dropping an octave.

Seveka felt a thrill of fear and excitement at the same time. The defiance in her eyes was clear, but she knew better than to push her limits. Instead, she rolled her eyes and let out a soft whine, acknowledging the reader's dominance. The reader's grip on her hair loosened slightly, and she nodded in approval.

With a swift motion, the reader pulled her fingers from Seveka's mouth, and she gagged slightly, her eyes watering. The sudden absence of the leather was almost a relief, but the look in the reader's eyes told her that she wasn't out of the woods yet. The gag had been a test of sorts, a way for the reader to assert her control without causing any real harm.

The reader's gaze remained locked on Seveka's as she stood up, her hands moving to her own belt. She unbuckled it slowly, the sound echoing through the now-silent room. With a flick of her wrist, she undid the button of her pants, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. The zipper followed, the rasping sound seemingly louder than the cacophony of the mission outside. Seveka felt a strange mix of trepidation and arousal, watching the reader's hips sway as she pushed her pants down her legs, revealing her bare sex.

The reader stepped out of her pants, her feet bare and firm on the cold floor. She moved closer to Seveka, her hand sliding down to cup herself, her thumb circling her clit in a slow, mesmerizing motion. Seveka's own sex grew wet at the sight, the heat building inside her. She had never felt so exposed, so...vulnerable, and yet it was a thrilling sensation she couldn't deny.

Her hand twitched with the urge to reach out and touch, to claim some semblance of the control she was so used to wielding. But before she could make a move, the reader's eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand to stop her. "No," she said firmly, her voice a gentle but unyielding command. "You don't get to touch unless I say so."

Seveka felt a strange mix of frustration and excitement at the denial. She had always been the one in charge, the one giving orders, but here she was, kneeling and at the mercy of another. She bit her lip, trying to fight the urge to argue, to assert herself. But something deep within her craved this, the feeling of being completely at someone else's mercy.

The reader's hand remained on her thigh, her thumb rubbing small circles just above her knee. "Be still," she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. "I'll take care of everything."

Seveka felt a surge of desperation, her body craving contact. She began to whine, the sound low and needy, her eyes pleading. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to touch, to feel the heat and wetness that she knew awaited her. The reader's eyes never left hers, her expression unyielding yet filled with a smoldering desire that seemed to be growing by the second.

"Please," Seveka begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me touch you."

The fem reader's smile grew more predatory as she watched Seveka squirm. She leaned in closer, her hand still resting on Seveka's thigh. "I didn't say you could talk," she reminded her, her voice a sweet caress that belied the steel beneath.

Seveka's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, trying to keep her pleas contained. But the need was too strong, the unfamiliar ache of submission too potent. She began to whine again, her body moving in an attempt to close the gap between them. The reader's hand tightened slightly on her thigh, keeping her in place. "Please," she murmured, the word slipping out despite her best efforts.

The fem reader leaned in closer, her breath hot against Seveka's skin. "What was that, darling?" she asked, her voice a tease.

Seveka's eyes searched hers, desperate for permission. "Please," she whimpered, her voice strained around the gag. "Please let me touch you."

The fem reader's smile grew, her eyes darkening with lust. "Very well," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But only if you're a good girl."

With that, she grabbed Seveka's face, her grip firm but not painful, and guided it towards her sex. Seveka felt the warmth radiating from the reader's cunt, and she closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of her arousal. The reader's hand pushed harder, and before she could protest, she found her nose buried in the soft, damp flesh. She could feel the reader's labia against her cheeks, and she heard the smack as her own mouth was pressed into the wetness.

Seveka's eyes shot open, and she let out a muffled squeak of surprise, which only made the reader chuckle. The sound was cut off by a hand that slammed down onto the back of her head, holding her in place. "Now, lick," the reader ordered, and Seveka had no choice but to obey. She tentatively extended her tongue, feeling the slickness of the reader's juices against it. The taste was unexpectedly sweet, and she found herself craving more.

The reader's hand began to guide her movements, pushing her face deeper and setting a rhythm that grew more and more insistent. Seveka's own desire grew with each stroke, her body responding in a way she had never experienced before. She felt the muscles in her thighs clench, and without realizing it, she began to hump the floor, desperately seeking relief. The reader noticed and her hand moved from Seveka's head to her waist, pressing down firmly to still her hips. "Patience," she admonished, her voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine.

Seveka's eyes watered from the pressure and the gag, but she didn't dare move. Instead, she focused on the reader's scent, the taste of her, the way her body quivered with each stroke of her tongue. The reader's breathing grew heavier, her hips rocking slightly, and Seveka could feel the tension building in the room.

Then, without warning, there was a knock at the door.

Seveka's head snapped up, her eyes wide with panic. The sudden noise shattered the haze of submission, and she bolted upright, smacking her head on the underside of the desk with a painful thud. Stars danced before her eyes, and she barely registered the reader's concerned gasp before the pain overwhelmed her.

"Oh, my poor baby," the fem reader cooed, her voice thick with mocking amusement. She reached down and gently helped Seveka out from under the desk, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Did that hurt?"

Seveka's hand flew to the back of her head, her eyes watering as she nodded. The reader's smile grew, but her eyes remained focused on Seveka's pained expression. "You're such a good girl for taking that for me," she crooned, her voice a sugary sweetness that seemed to wrap around Seveka like a warm blanket.

Seveka felt a strange thrill at the praise, her body responding to the gentle dominance. She rubbed the sore spot, the sting of the impact only serving to heighten her arousal. The reader noticed and leaned down, her hand cupping Seveka's cheek. "Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice filled with a concern that was almost motherly.

Seveka took a deep breath and nodded, exaggerating the pain just a little. "Y-yes," she whimpered, her eyes wide and innocent. "It hurts a lot."

The fem reader's expression softened, and she stroked Seveka's cheek gently. "Oh, you poor thing," she murmured. "Such a good girl for taking that for me."

But Seveka could see the glint in her eyes, the slight smirk that told her she wasn't fooled. The reader knew she was overplaying it, that the pain was a small price to pay for the thrill of submission. And yet, she allowed Seveka to cling to the illusion, her hand moving to the gag and unbuckling it with careful precision. Seveka's jaw relaxed with a sigh, and she worked her mouth, trying to get rid of the dryness left by the leather.

The reader stepped back, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. "Now, let's get you feeling better, shall we?" she said, her voice a seductive purr. She sat on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide, and beckoned Seveka closer with a crook of her finger. "Come here, and make it up to me for interrupting our little...session."

Seveka's head still throbbed, but the pain was already being overshadowed by a different kind of ache. She stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the sudden change in position. The reader watched her with a knowing smile, her own arousal clear from the way she was rubbing her clit. "You want this, don't you?" she asked, her voice a silky challenge.

Seveka nodded, her eyes locked on the reader's hand. The sound of the door opening was like a bucket of ice water thrown over her fevered thoughts. A deep, gruff cough echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. The fem reader's smile didn't waver, but her eyes flicked to the door with a hint of annoyance.

Panic surged through Seveka's veins, and she stumbled back, her cheeks flaming with mortification. The sight of anyone else—anyone—seeing her in this state was unbearable. She was the one who was in charge, who gave the orders. The thought of being caught like this, kneeling and gagged, was more than she could handle. Her heart raced, and she could feel her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

The fem reader, however, remained unfazed. She slid off the desk, her movements smooth and graceful, and approached Seveka with an air of calm authority. "It's all right," she murmured, her hand on Seveka's shoulder. "You're safe here. I won't let anyone see you like this."

With surprising gentleness, she guided Seveka back to her knees and pushed her back under the desk, her own body blocking the view from the doorway. Seveka's eyes were wide with embarrassment, but she couldn't resist the comforting pressure of the reader's hand on her shoulder. She watched as the reader took her place in the chair, her legs crossed, a picture of casual indifference.

"Come in," the fem reader called out, her voice a cool, professional mask over the passion that had just filled the room.

Seveka's heart hammered in her chest, the sudden intrusion shattering the delicate web of submission she had allowed herself to be caught in. She tried to shrink back further under the desk, her eyes wide with shock and fear. The reader's hand remained firm on her shoulder, grounding her, reassuring her.

"What seems to be the problem?" the fem reader asked, her voice smooth and unruffled, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths coming from under the desk.

Seveka, her face flaming with embarrassment, focused on the task at hand. The reader's thighs, strong and firm, pressed against her shoulders, guiding her into position. She leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the reader's clit, eager to please despite the fear pulsing through her body. The sweet taste of her arousal filled Seveka's mouth, and she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her as she lost herself in the act of submission.

The reader's hand stroked her hair, guiding her movements, her breath hitching with each pass of Seveka's tongue. The sound of the door opening was almost imperceptible over the rush of blood in Seveka's ears, but the sudden change in the air was undeniable. The hand in her hair paused for a moment before resuming its gentle strokes.

"I said, come in," the reader called out, her voice a masterful blend of irritation and authority. Seveka's heart skipped a beat as she heard the footsteps approach. She had no idea who it was, and she couldn't imagine the humiliation of being caught like this. But the reader's hand remained firm, a silent promise that she would handle it.

The person entered, and Seveka recognized the voice immediately. It was her college, a man she had worked alongside for years, a man who had never seen her in anything less than a commanding position. "Where did you go?" he asked, his voice gruff with concern. "The briefing's in five, and the team's waiting."

The fem reader leaned back in the chair, her hand still in Seveka's hair. "I'm just...dealing with something personal," she said, her tone a blend of annoyance and authority. "It'll only be a moment."

Seveka's heart raced, her tongue frozen against the reader's flesh. The thought of her colleague finding them like this was too much, and she began to struggle, her eyes wide with panic. But the reader's grip was unyielding, her hand tightening almost imperceptibly. "I said, I've got this," she murmured, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine.

The college's footsteps stopped just short of the desk, and Seveka could feel his eyes on them. She could almost see his confusion, his mind trying to piece together the scene before him. "Is everything all right?" he asked, his tone hesitant.

The fem reader's hand in her hair tightened slightly, a silent reminder of her position. "It's fine," she said, her voice a calm, cool stream of confidence. "We're just...having a discussion."

Seveka's mind raced as she heard her colleague's footsteps move closer. She could feel his gaze on her, could almost feel the heat of his curiosity. She tried to push the panic down, focusing instead on the reader's thighs, the way they felt against her cheeks, the way the reader's hand was still stroking her hair.

The fem reader's voice was calm and measured. "Yes, we're just having a...personal conversation," she said, her hand giving Seveka's head a gentle push, urging her to continue. Seveka closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to block out the fear.

The next moment was one of pure chaos. A gunshot rang out, echoing through the room, and Seveka's body jerked with the shock of the sound. The hand in her hair was abruptly gone, and she heard a thud as her colleague's body hit the floor. She looked up in horror to see the reader standing over her, a smoking gun in her hand and a look of cold fury etched on her face.

"I told you I would take care of it," the reader murmured, her voice a deadly calm that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine. "Now, let's finish what we started."

Seveka stared at the lifeless body of her colleague, her mind reeling. The reader's hand reached under the desk, her fingertips brushing against Seveka's cheek. They felt like a brand, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. The reader's touch was a lifeline in the chaos, and Seveka found herself leaning into it, craving the reassurance.

"Good girl," the fem reader purred, her voice a balm to Seveka's frayed nerves. "You're doing so well." She slid her hand around to the back of Seveka's head, her grip firm but comforting. "You're so obedient, so perfect in your submission."

Seveka felt a strange warmth spread through her at the praise, a feeling she had never experienced in her life of dominance. She found herself craving more, her body responding to the gentle strokes of the reader's hand against her scalp. The fear and embarrassment of the interruption began to melt away, replaced by a newfound sense of belonging.

The reader leaned in closer, her voice a sweet whisper in Seveka's ear. "You're doing so well," she said, her breath hot and heavy. "I knew you had it in you."

✨Yoooo anyone got bakugou x oc or reader smut/fanfic ✨( pls help me out I’ve read everything on tumblr )

Please help me , I've forgot what my favorite bakugou x oc or reader I dont remember) fanfic story was, so if you happen to know what it is or if the author deleted it thx. It's on wattpad

Details:

First intro page had pictures goddess with wings for the oc and a demon with fading blackness with horns

The story start off with them already knowing each other

She is forced to pretend she’s dating Bakugos in the first chapter bc his brother comes down to help but is also making her marry a stranger to make her family happy so she pretends she loves Bakugos , he’s in on it too

I’m one chapter she sat on his lap just to prove it

Her broth becomes the sub statue teacher

The broth is the one that told Bakugos the ox is his soulmate

The demon first appears in the book naked and everything med confused as fuck

She wrote this long note how she hated them

In a chapter she writes a really long letter bc she was in therapy about how her family treated her badly it was so well written almost like a poet , she broke down reading it teloporta away away

The demon went searching she eventually came back through the hole in the wall

In therapy the therapist is concerned with bakugous aggressiveness she calls balugou and he calls all sweet and worrying

-family of angles with god like quirk

Oc can see soulmates and the girls ask for theirs but she won’t say

-she was only supposed to be able to heal, but she got the men's quick too fight

-brothers soulmate is a demon that has been with there family for a while

-she flirts with the demon in a chapter

She gets flustered by the demon because he is so well built

The quirvk

She has multiple

All women in her family get healing powers but ox got both

The first time you were

-teleport

She hurts tokyama in the us hero’s competition on accident ,no one belived her his quirk somohiw disappears, she goes to see him and puts her hand on him but it flowed and healed him , she runs to class and tells everyone

-in like the first chapter her brother tells her her mother's dead already

The guest teacher is her brother

In the first chapter the demon teleports into the classroom naked

-pretends to be with bakugou to dhow her brother she's dodnt have to go on a blind date

She sits on his lap in the first couple chapters to convince her brother she’s dating him

The demon pulled bskugou out of class and said that he is her soulmate

-her father was really abusive and in one chapter she had a nightmare but her quirk brought all of class 1a into it but everyone in 1 could see the dream were they saw her nightmare of her in a church getting assaulted

When she was little

In the morning they confront her and she’s hella nonchalant

-has wings

-Soulmate is bakugou

She hates all her family especially the brother cause he also hit her

-has a lot of chapters more than 100

- one chapter the demon teleports in on her and bakugou having sex

- in a chapter she faught her brother in training and she went all out and it didn’t end well bc somone gets hurt

She had daddy issues and she’s really confused by it in one chapter bc she hates her dad so bakugou explains it to her