SEVIKA X Fem READER

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

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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

✨Yoooo anyone got bakugou x oc or reader smut/fanfic ✨( pls help me out I’ve read everything on tumblr )

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.

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."

💙💙💙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

.

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.

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.

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.

✨✨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.

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."