Summary: A couple conversations are had finally, are you happy with them?
Warnings: 18+, smut, tribbing, mentions of violence, knife mention, serious conversations, slight obsession but they’re into it, licking, clawing, blood mention, bad writing
AN: sorry this took a minute to get out, I was busy with work and was feeling wack about how it started but hopefully we’re getting somewhere, the next chapters are probably going to take a minute to get out after this what with work and everything. Happy reading!
Agatha’s heart raced out of her chest. She knew it was inevitable. Eventually everything would have to be explained. But with the way she was losing control of her composure, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her hands off of you. She wanted to brace herself for whatever you would ask but it all was so unpredictable. She didn’t think she could handle if you asked what she did for work. Should she lie?
Agatha moved away out of your space and sat down on the bed still maintaining eye contact.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What do we need to talk about?”
Your eyebrows shot up, “‘What?’ We need to talk about this. About…us.”
Agatha watched the way your throat bobbed at the harsh gulp after ‘us’. She’d be lying if she wasn’t nervous too. Up until yesterday, the only thing the two of you ever exchanged was a wave and friendly greeting. Things were happening much too fast.
“I feel something. Something strong for you and I can’t explain it.”
Agatha just looked down at her feet as she allowed you to continue talking.
“It’s so stupid, I always had this crush on you. But yesterday after…all of that. I don’t know. It really solidified me not wanting to be away from you. I don’t want to spend any time without you. And I feel insane because we hardly know each other! You’ve just been this constant bright point in my life. You’ve supported my business for years! You always smile at me and when I make you blush…ugh. I’ve wanted this for so long but I want it the right way.”
You started pacing back and forth in the spare room. Your hands coming up to run through your hair before coming to fiddle with the bottom of your blouse.
“I always wondered what this would be like finally spending time with you. I wanted it to happen under better circumstances. What even happened to those guys anyway? You just carry a gun like that for fun?”
Agatha really started to sweat now but the back of her mind still clung to the small compliments, you wanted this just as much as she did. And she agreed, she also wanted this under different circumstances but she had it now. All she had to do was secure it. This thing. Blooming between her and you. Whatever it was. Two planets with colliding orbits.
“It’s for self defense.” It was the first innocent thing she could come up with, but she should’ve known you were smarter than that.
“Yeah? In a town smaller than an atom? Agatha, this is hands down one of the quietest towns this side of the hemisphere. I could understand self defense, if the entire police force wasn’t going bankrupt because running off of parking tickets wasn’t really cutting it anymore.”
She didn’t have anything else to say, all she could do was sit there and stress bite her lip because you were right. It’s why she chose to operate business out of Westview. It was almost uncomfortably quiet and as long as you were a good neighbor, no one ever really pried. The only real nosy person here was Agatha herself. She knew about everything that went down but she had to. To keep herself out of sight from the wrong eyes. So what now? Where would the two of you go from here?
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly intrigued by this…dangerous side of you. But I want to be close, I want to trust you and hold you and kiss you. I just don’t know if I can handle being hurt by you.”
Agatha’s head shot up, fully looking at you now with wide wild eyes. She would never, could never. But how would you know that? This was too new. She stood slowly from her spot on the bed, eyes never leaving their hold on yours and walked carefully. When she was within arms reach, Agatha dropped to her knees still keeping eye contact. They went from hard and serious to soft and conveying. Everything she was about to say, she wanted you to know she means all of it.
“Baby, I need you desperately to understand, that I would never lay a finger on you in aggression. No matter what I go through or how I feel nothing in this world would compel me to do that to you. And if, for some fucked up reason I ever do,” Agatha grabs your hand and places a small knife, no longer than a leaf on a flower, in your hand and pressed it to her neck, “—then you have my permission to kill me yourself.”
Your eyes paced between both of her crystal blues, looking for any sign that she might be toying with you. Any indication that she would take it all back, but there was nothing you could see. Only the desperation to have you near, keep you close to her. If she could, Agatha would fold you up and tuck you close into the space by her heart. Some sick part of her wanted to mold the two of you together so that she would never be without you for the rest of her life.
When you finally nodded, with tears starting to well up, Agatha pressed her face closer to your thighs. Her arms wrapped around your legs holding you tight to her. Your own feather light touch carding through her thick hair. How lucky you are it seems to be craved. But there were still things you needed to know.
“Hey Agatha?”
“Yes Baby?” Her voice broke towards the end, holding back too many emotions.
Your hand caressed her cheek, a silent way to reassure her that you wouldn’t care about the outcome, you just wanted to be here. Wrapped around each other.
“You never did tell me what you do for a living.”
You felt Agatha’s jaw clench under your palm. She couldn’t think quickly enough. Tell you the truth and hopefully you won’t be scared and runaway from her, she couldn’t let you loose after you found out anyways. Or lie and attempt to keep up that lie until eventually everything crashed around her and you found out anyway what she did and then decided to leave her because she lied.
She unwrapped her arms and stood to face you fully, Agatha had made up her mind.
“I’m one of the best underground weapons salesman in the whole country. I can get my hands on just about any gun made throughout the world and I sell them to smaller criminals. Sometimes bigger. If anyone out there wants to do some damage without a bunch of eyes I’m usually the person they call to get it done.”
You didn’t move, just held her stare for the longest time. Her heart was pounding in her rib cage but so was yours. It was all out there now, and you could either stay and love her through it, or run and face the consequences of knowing. But you didn’t want to run, did you? No, the baddest woman in the world was wrapped up in your hands.
“That is…so-“
Agatha could just hold her breath. She was bracing herself for the inevitable rejection until she looked into your eyes. And really looked, at the way they dilated when she was all you could see.
“-hot.”
The two of you snapped together like rubber bands after being pulled taught halfway across the room. Lips meeting together in a frenzy, all tongue and teeth. Agatha’s hands scattered all over your body while yours immediately fisted in her hair, tilting her head this way and that to connect the two of you deeper. Her rough grip found its way to the back of your thighs where she drug her nails up eliciting a sharp moan from you. Until she cupped the bottom of your ass getting you to jump up and wrap your legs around her waist.
Agatha was on cloud nine, her little peach didn’t care. Didn’t care that she had a ring of lackeys to do all of her dirty work, didn’t care that she was a weapons smuggler, didn’t care that she probably had a million and one targets on her back. You just wanted your big bad Agatha, and you fucking got her.
Agatha clumsily stumbled to the bed and dropped you against the mattress. You both laughed together like teenagers but the magnetic pull between you two didn’t stop. Your lips kept coming back to each other over and over again. Lewd sounds rang out throughout the room from your wet mouths smacking together. Tongues coming out to play in a sick display of lust, the two of you were gross for each other.
Even as she loomed over you, Agatha just couldn’t feel like she was close enough. Her hips pressed against yours hard as her mouth never separated. Settling eventually to start rocking against you. The more she rocked, the farther you spread your legs to allow her in, beautifully opening up like a flower. You hungered for more of her. Your hands scratching like claws at her shirt eventually pried it off of her. Both of you taking part in this dance of erotic passion. With every piece of clothing shed from the two of you, the further you felt like you were finally being buried into her skin.
Your nails and hers, leaving burning red trails through fields of silken skin. Teeth biting and marking necks, chests, breasts. Her legs slotted against your own, you both moved as one unit losing any sense of time or clarity. All you knew was her, the way she smelled, tasted, sounded, felt moving against your sweaty body. You would commit everything that was so beautifully Agatha to memory, and she you. At some point the two of you moved completely naked and sweating, pressed together, cunts moving against one another as Agatha attempted to bring you both to ecstasy.
The only sound that rang through her ears were the moans that slipped through your lips unable to hold anything back. You didn’t want to anyway. The room was feeling suffocating with the heat the two of you were creating. Moans bouncing off of walls, the wet sounds of both of you rubbing against one another putting you both in a trance. Agatha’s back looked like she had been in a nasty scuffle the way red lines and dots of blood coated the expanse of skin. Blooming purple hickeys littered not only down her neck but across your chest. Both of you moving as if you’ve only known each other your whole lives. Agatha effectively erasing anyone else who has ever touched you from your mind.
Her brows pinched in the middle as she neared her climax. She sat up to look down at you and the sight made her heart skip. You were beautiful and disheveled hair spread out and messy, chest covered in bite and kiss marks made by her mouth, your brests bouncing with every rock of Agatha’s hips, legs spread on either side of her waist. The two of you looked like some sick display of depraved art and she loved all of it. Her hips rocked harder and faster, Agatha’s bundle of nerves pressed against yours. Your hands sought out hers and hooked your fingers together. She wanted to come so bad, she wanted to see you fall apart under her. She wanted this and more.
She wanted long nights wrapped around each other, she wanted lazy mornings, she wanted to lock you away in this room to do whatever with while no one ever laid eyes on you again, she wanted to go back and shield your mind from those two bastards who decided to try and rob you. She wanted to shield you from anything bad ever again. You were hers to touch and kiss and fuck and love.
Her heart swelled thinking about it more. She did love you, she was obsessed with you, but you didn’t need to know that right now. With the way your fingers intertwined and the delicious feeling of your wet heat sliding against her own, Agatha was about to be brought to her demise. Her heart raced threatening to burst from her rib cage, you were growing louder, she knew you had to be close. Beads of sweat dripped down her chest, tempting your lips to taste. You sat up, hips still slotted to run your tongue up the center of her chest to taste her salty sweat. Her brain malfunctioned watching you taste her in such a way. She somehow willed her hips to move faster, she was desperate now to come against you, desperate to make you come for her. The two of you stared deep into each others souls, she was feeling everything, your chest rubbing against hers, the feeling of her stomach pressed against yours when she’d bring her hips in, the undeniable torrential downpour falling from between her heat to mix with your own. She felt like sin, Agatha knew that if anyone could see the way the two of you were with each other right now, it would make a dominatrix blush.
Agatha felt her clit pulse with her impending orgasm, all it took was two more intense ruts for her to finally spill over the edge. Agatha fell head first into her upending doom. At the sight of Agatha’s beautiful face scrunched in pleasure, her ecstatic screams traveling through the halls, you followed shortly after. The two of you meeting together in a symphony of your own undoings. Hands held, clawed, into each other willing the other to stay close. Agatha’s chest rose and fell deeply as she attempted to catch her breath. Your cheeks were flushed and skin damp with a layer of sweat making the hairs that fell stick to your forehead and neck. You looked so beautifully destroyed by her hands. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and being able to make someone so cute and delicate look so orgasmically disheveled.
Agatha begrudgingly untangled her legs from yours to plop herself down on the bed and pull your body flush against her own. She didn’t care if the position made you lay directly on top of her, she loved the feeling of your weight pressing against her sweaty heated body. Her arms held you close and let her nails scratch up and down your back.
She could feel your breathing begin to slow finally as you nuzzled your nose into the crook of her neck. The whole feeling, everything made her heart clench. She could never let you go. Just the thought began to send her into a panic.
“You do know…I’m never letting you leave.” Agatha just stared into the ceiling, voice a gruff whisper afraid of disrupting the quiet a little too much.
You lifted your head from her neck and giggled, “yeah? What about my bakery, Agatha? I still have to work.”
She didn’t even take a moment to think, didn’t need to, she knew what she wanted you to do.
“Promote Jen to Manager, let her run the place and stay with me. I don’t want to let you go, ever. Stay here so I can take care of you.”
You couldn’t deny, that idea sounded very tempting to you but what about your freedoms? You loved to bake, would you really be willing to give it up so easily? Agatha stayed eyeing you, she couldn’t help tell you were wrapping your head around this but she wasn’t going to take anything else for an answer. She’d be damned if you slipped through her fingers again. You could feel her arms tightening around you the longer you pondered.
“But Agatha, I love to bake. I finally got my dream job after years and it was so successful, I just don’t know if I can give it up so easily.”
Her arms were crushing your waist at this point they had gotten so tight. Her jaw clenched before relenting, “okay, but only on one condition…”
You raised an eyebrow but still decided to hear her out.
“I move all of your things here in my home. Every time you have to be at the bakery I’ll be your bodyguard, I don’t want you out of my sight or out of reach. Those guys have already payed for the damage they’ve done, I couldn’t live with myself if I let something similar or worse happen to you or your business. Do we have a deal?”
Summary: The ball gets rolling, things are starting to heat up.
Warnings: some tension, Agatha is aggressive but not toward you just around you, some yearning, a smidge of nsfw, blink and you’ll miss it, should I put somno? I’m going to put somnopholia
A/N: I think this is a mess but thanks for coming to the shit show 😂 buckle up I have no idea what I’m doing anymore. Also readers name is ‘Baby’ I never said that if you’re confused why I uppercase Baby.
After maybe an hour of watching you rest, her thoughts running wild, Agatha wanted to put some things in motion. She found it so hard to remove herself from beside you but in the end made the move to get up and retrieve her phone. It was too easy to move off the bed without waking you. She took one last glance over her shoulder before making her way back to the living room.
Her fingers didn’t hesitate, she knew exactly who she wanted to dial, the phone rang twice before the other line picked up.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
The truth was, no, Agatha had no clue what time it was she thought she had only spent maybe 3 hours with you max, but a glance down at her watch showed that it was 11 p.m., where had the time gone? She was so distracted with you that time easily slipped.
“I need you to do one more thing for me tonight, Rio. It’s important.”
“God, another mess?”
“No, it’s just a retrieval. I need you to find Baby’s address and get some of her things to bring here. I want clothes, blankets, pillows, anything that looks like it’s used daily. Can you do that?”
Rio let out a sigh on the other end, “Yeah I’ll get it, you sure this is a good idea?”
Agatha’s anger was coming back, “What’s up with everyone questioning me today, just get it the fuck done.”
“Sorry, sorry, fine I’ll get it there in a couple hours.”
Agatha hung up first and made her way back to her room. You had maybe tossed a little in your sleep but you were still knocked out. Her fingers ached to touch you, lips hungered to kiss your shoulders and neck as you slept. She found it hard to move any closer. Eventually she would have to lay back down, she couldn’t just stare at you all night like a creep. She sent one more message to Rio before attempting to quietly move back to bed.
The springs ached a little under her weight as she slowly crawled close to you. Still you didn’t wake. Agatha laid on her side facing you and watching. Watching you breathe, watching you dream. Would you dream of her? How she took such good care of you? Would you have a nightmare? She hoped you wouldn’t but she’d be here if you needed her. She wanted to always be here.
Her arm unconsciously snaked towards your slumbering form, slithered up from the small of your back to hug around your waist and pull her body into yours. You smelled so floral, just the way she imagined. Maybe something like jasmine and rose. Her nose brushed close le to your hair and she took a deep quiet inhale of your scent it made her fingers clutch the front of your shirt. You wiggled a little in her hold before settling deeper against her, the pull of two orbits coming together in some strange cosmic pull. Her body felt like a magnet being attracted to yours, how in the world this felt so right was beyond her, but she would be damned before thinking of giving you up so easily. She could never let you go back to your home.
Agatha stayed like that being pulled in for way too long it made her mind do crazy things. She could feel the curve of your rear pressing into the bend of her hips, it made her core ache. Her breath cascaded down to the crook in your neck where she let her lips feather light drag against your skin. She tried to keep her breathing under control, as to not tickle you or rouse you. Agatha’s hips pressed forward ever so slightly to press herself more into your backside. Her skin was starting to feel too hot. She couldn’t stop how good this felt to her.
Her free hand that wasn’t wrapped around you began to slide down under her waistband. The tips of her fingers slightly pressing against her entrance. She was embarrassingly wet just from thinking about you pressed against her. She bit her lip and really thought if she was going to go through with this or not. While you’re right here in her arms, in her bed, sleeping so softly. Agatha pressed on her clit and made slow circles against herself. She let out a shaky breath against your neck and it made you stir against her, your back end pressing more against her hips pushing her hand harder against her core. Agatha bit her lip hard to repress a moan that threatened to come out.
She could feel how heavy her lids were but the ache between her legs persisted. She kept drawing more lazy circles against her bundle of nerves, getting closer to peaking. Agatha fully relished in the embarrassment. Her thoughts were a jumble of degrading herself for doing this right next to you and how good you feel against her. She was at a war with herself but her hand refused to stop. Agatha came that night with a tremble in her hand and legs. She fought hard against the moan that wanted to escape her lips. She stilled for a few minutes, the post orgasm haze clearing only to make way for the full on embarrassing feeling of touching herself and cumming pressed against you.
Agatha didn’t get much sleep that night.
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When she woke, the clock next her bed read 4:30 a.m. Rio should have been dropped off your stuff by now, she was one of the only people who worked for Agatha with access into her home. Full snores were coming from you now, she knew she would be safe to pull herself away and go start putting your stuff up in her home. Our home?
She wanted you to be comfortable when you woke, she wanted everything to look like it could be just as much yours as it was hers. Think of it as a weird nesting ritual. Slowly integrate all of your things around her home until you eventually became one with her. Just like you were taking up space in her heart and head now it was time to take up space in her house.
Agatha quietly pattered down to the living room, Rio had delivered pretty well on her part. There were several large cardboard boxes, opened up to show a lot of personal items. One in particular, was filled with only stuffed bunnies of different sizes and colors. Looking at all the things that made you, you, Agatha smiled a little to herself. Of course you would have something like stuffed bunnies you kept close. The rest of the boxes only contained clothes, a lot of toiletries, your shampoo, your perfumes, some towels. Everything just screamed ‘Baby’ to Agatha. Everything was in some shade of pink or pastel.
It took her a minute but eventually everything was put away somewhere she felt it belonged organically. When she looked at the clock again, the time was 6:15 a.m.
Perfect to start making breakfast, she thought.
Agatha got to work. Scrambled eggs, lightly salted. Sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. Two pieces of wheat toast for each of you, and two cups of fresh squeezed orange juice. Agatha couldn’t remember the last time she felt the need to do this with someone. Not even her past relationships made her fell this domestic. This needy to want to take care of someone else.
“Agatha?”
Right on time. Your voice sounded so sad and lost, you had to wake up without her but it was for a good reason she promises. She could hear the slight amount of panic in your voice, the warble on the last ‘a’. She briskly made her way back to the room and you looked so small. Your eyebrows were pinched in the center with your eyes looking glassy and full to the brim with tears waiting to be shed. She couldn’t believe she let you wake up alone like that but she was going to make it better now.
When Agatha rounded the corner into her bedroom your body visibly relaxed knowing she was nearby again. You scanned her up and down and finally settled on the tray of breakfast in her hands. She was paused at the door biting her lips, almost nervous to walk further into her own room but she pushed it away to sidle up next to you in bed.
“Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, Baby, but I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast.”
Her kindness made you swallow. She was being so sweet to you. You picked up one of the forks and started eating. Agatha watched you pick at the food, watched you eat slowly, perfectly separating everything in half to share with her. You only ate one of your slices of toast but that’s okay, she would let it slide this once. After watching you for a bit, Agatha decided to also start eating some of the breakfast she made. The two of you shared this comfortable silence. Your hand at some point grazed her thigh. Her skin bristled but she didn’t dare moved, just let you seek her out to ground yourself some more.
When Agatha noticed you had finished eating your half of the breakfast she got a thought.
“Stay right here, Baby. I got something for you.”
She ran off to fish out one of your stuffed bunnies she placed together on a bed in one of her spare rooms, then hurried back with the toy behind her.
She had this look on her face like she was nervous again. It was so weird to see her this nervous this often cause to be honest, she always came off as someone who owned every space she was in. When she showed up to your bakery, sure she blushed here and there, maybe avoided prolonged eye contact, but you could still feel that if business needed to be handled, she would do it. You couldn’t find the right word but if you had to put a name to it, Agatha looked…small.
Still hiding the object behind her back she took her place next to you once more, moving the tray away to give the two of you more space.
“What is it Agatha? Just show me.”
You giggled curious as to what it could be. She eventually relented and produced on of your stuffed bunnies from your own apartment.
“Agatha…how did you get this? Is this…mine?”
Her teeth worried at her bottom lip.
“I had a friend of mine get some things from your place. I figured when you woke up you might feel out of it and I wanted you to be comfortable…I hope it’s not weird, I’m sorry if it is, I just wanted things to feel nice.”
She was rambling with awkwardness, you could tell she was trying to ease up a bit but you still had yet to react out of the initial shock. You brain tried to wrap itself around the idea of someone being in your place. This was extremely weird, how did she know where you lived? How did this ‘friend’ get into your place. You were certain that the door had been locked on your way out. Why was your stuff here? In her home? There was a major conversation waiting to be had, but you kept it down for later. Carefully, you took the rabbit from Agatha’s hands and held it close to you.
She smiled watching you fiddle with its fuzzy little arms, worrying at a small tuft of fur.
“Thank you, for this…all of this…but I-“
Agatha paled at the unspoken ‘but’, but what? Please don’t leave, you can’t leave not yet. Agatha jumped into action, she took the tray and partially empty plate and made her way to the kitchen. She didn’t want to hear what else you had to say, maybe if she avoided it long enough she could keep you here. Just a little bit longer. Please, dear god, don’t leave her. She needs this, needs you.
She frantically paced around the kitchen haphazardly putting dishes in the sink, frantically scraping food off into the trash bin. Rinsing the dishes, not knowing what to do with her hands. She didn’t hear you step into the space. Didn’t hear you standing watching her be a mess in her own home. Her hair looked more frazzled, skin more clammy than before. Agatha was truly scared of what you might have to say about what she had done for you. To make things comfortable for you.
You looked at the now empty boxes sitting in her living area. Things clattered as background noise as she attempted to do anything to look busy still.
“Agatha…if you don’t mind. Where are the rest of my things.”
She stopped dead in her pacing, dishes both dirty and clean still in her hands. Slowly she put whatever it was down, and turned to face you. Trying to school her expression.
“They’re…they’re in a spare room. For you, that is.”
“I-I want to get changed and maybe shower? If that’s alright?”
Agatha waited a breath before answering you.
“Yeah. Yeah okay, come with me.”
She brought you to the room, it wasn’t as big or as nice as her bedroom, but it was still quite large. The bed was a queen size, the covers looked the same as yours back at the apartment and you wondered for a beat if they were yours. There were a couple of personal items on the top of the dresser and the bedside tables. A lamp you knew for a fact was yours, a litany of the stuffed bunnies you liked in the middle of the bed. A basket of your personal toiletries from your place lay at the food of the bed. You walked into the space inspecting everything. Nothing had been damaged it had simply just been…moved.
“The bathroom is the second door to the right down the hall. I’m going to make a couple phone calls, I’ll come find you after.”
Then she just left you there alone to take it all in. Your heart was racing. Even though you were into Agatha this all felt too weird to handle. Your body moved on autopilot grabbing your things and making your way to the bathroom while your brain worked a mile a minute over why and how most of your things were here.
The shower was also immaculate everything in the bathroom looked…expensive. A massive claw food tub off to the side, extremely large shower with rainfall shower heads over the top. The floors were black tiled with gold amenities and accents. All of the towels were deep violets or pastel lilac, you settles for the pretty bright ones. On a gold rack hanging on the wall was an extremely soft pastel purple bath robe.
You attempted to clear all the worries from your mind and just accept being in this space with her. Maybe she freaked out after you went pretty unresponsive after the robbery. You chalked all of it ip to her just wanting to make you comfortable and maybe going to extremes to make it happen. While it made you a bit worried, the gesture was still endearing. You don’t think anyone would ever do something like that for you. It felt nice to be cared for in some possessed way.
It took you a minute to figure out how the shower worked but after a while managed to get it right.
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Agatha ever the work horse set out to make a few ‘work’ calls and texts to some of her runners. She let some of them know she wasn’t going to be around for a few days. Taking care of ‘something important’.
You were important weren’t you? She always had this massive crush on you, but now you’re here. In her space. It made her giddy, it made her scared. No one ever had a reason to try and attack Agatha directly, would they try now? That she had a cute little thing in her grasp. She kept a tight lip especially by operating out of some no name town, but this could eventually put a target on both of your backs. Agatha definitely couldn’t let you leave now and you would probably want to.
She made a couple more calls.
“Rio? Hey, I need you to do a couple more things for me…”
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The robe was entirely too soft. It felt amazing wrapped around you, made you stand and bask in it for a few minutes too long. When you made to leave the bathroom, Agatha rounded the counter at the same time. She watched you retreat into the spare room, your legs were exposed up to the mid thigh and Agatha gawked like some horny teenager. Eye eyes ran up and down the entire length wishing that she could run her hands up them instead. The smell of your soaps wafted down the hallway. Cherry blossoms, she would never forget.
Only when you closed the door behind you did Agatha finally decide to move, she Rand back to her own room to change into something different, more casual. Her head dropped to her hands, she didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She needed to possess, craved to have. Her teeth sung with wanting to sink themselves into the soft pulse at your neck. Something inside of her was craving carnality. She ran to her conjoined bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face and then left to get you from the spare room.
Agatha wanted to knock but her mind was still in that weird state of claim. It was running on too dark of thoughts for you. She pressed her forehead against the door, trying to calm down before you came out. If she didn’t, she didn’t know what she’d do. Once she got herself together she knocked twice lightly against the door.
There was a silent pause, no movement. She didn’t hear you walk up, but the door opened carefully. You peaked, wearing a bright pink cropped blouse with bubble sleeves and a pair of crème silk shorts with little ruffles along the hem. Agatha’s brain short circuited. You looked good enough to eat. That same singing from earlier came back. The dark thoughts rearing their ugly head. She was all staking claims and you were ripe for the claiming.
She smiled a predators smile. Eyeing you up and down, hair slightly damp, cheeks reddened from the hot shower.
“May I come in?”
Agatha’s voice was low and dangerous. You…sweet little Baby. You didn’t pick up on a single thing. So innocent. You opened the door wider for her to step through.
“Yeah I was thinking about maybe doing my hair but I could let it air dry.”
When Agatha walked in, she finally allowed herself to really look at all of your belongings. As she put them away in the room she did so very quickly before you had the chance to wake up, she didn’t give herself much time to really take in everything that screamed you. Her fingers grazed over the pile of stuffed bunnies, she stalked over to the dressers and tables, really soaked it all in, then she turned and the look of you made her want to jump.
You stood in the middle of the room watching her. Your hands clasped at the front. Hair draped over your shoulders. Her hands clenched and released at her sides. She wanted to sink her claws into you. She stalked, like a hungry tiger, until she stood in front of you. She wanted to stand close enough she got the image of you looking up to her with your big doe eyes. Waiting for what she might do. Might say.
Her hand came up to play with the ends of your hair as she soaked in your presence.
“Are you scared?”
“No? Do you…think I should?”
Agatha smirked. “No, I don’t think you should.”
You figured under her intense gaze, “Do you…want me to be?”
Your voice was making it hard for her to stay in control, but that question easily began to chip away at it. She exhaled sharply from her mouth. Her next words were barely above a whisper.
“Yes, I think I do.”
Your eyes shifted between her own. Trying in your own way to interpret what she could mean. You think you were beginning to pick up what this was beginning to be. The predator and the prey. It made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. She moved further into your space. You could feel the puffs of her breath against your own lips. Her eyes shifted all across your face, looking to see if you’d pull away from her. If you’d give her a sign or signal that you didn’t want this. She would be heartbroken but she’d respect whatever you wanted. When she stared back into your eyes all she was were deep dilated pupils. She had you. You weren’t going anywhere and it made her feral.
Like two orbits destined to collide, she surged forward, her lips pressing to yours in a deep and devouring kiss. Your brain took a minute to register what happened but then you were holding on for dear life. Her hold was all possession, hands gripping, pulling, clawing. You bent to her every move, all following what she would do next. Your hands came up to caress her face and the short strands at the back of her neck. Your own silent way of saying ‘I’ll still hold you even while you eat me whole’. The two of you were the strange clash of harsh and soft, light and dark, day and night.
When she was possessive, you were reassurance. The kiss was chaos on her end. She just wanted it all, everything you had to give. And all you wanted was to give. Agatha eventually parted, her forehead resting against yours. You tried to catch your breaths. Her hands still with a vice grip clung to the sides of your blouse, but yours caressed her cheeks. She was buzzing and you pulled her in to ease her tensions.
“I haven’t wanted anyone this bad before.”she breathed.
Her voice was rough. Unsteady.
“What are you going to do to me?”You whispered against her lips.
Her resolve crumbled completely. She pushed you back and slammed her fist against the wall. That ugly feral predator was fighting its way out of her skin.
“I’m going to make you mine, I’m going to protect you from everything. And I will kill anyone who dares to hurt you.”
You’d be lying if you said her aggression didn’t scare you. But you knew it wasn’t aimed at you, it was aimed in defense of you and that made the butterflies in your stomach stir even more. Your lips barely pressed against her own. You could feel every muscle in her body shake.
“If I let you, do you promise not to hurt me?”
The way your hand on the back of her head tightened let Agatha know you were being serious. This short moment of sincerity before you let her be her.
“I swear on it Baby, I would never lay a hand on you in anyway that you did not ask of me.”
You parted from her then with a small smile across you lips.
A/N: More plot this go round, it’s so hard for me to not go balls to the wall with smut, it’s my favorite.
Summary: continued care from Agatha after almost getting robbed at gun point. What if it’s too much? What if she’s too overbearing? What will you do now?
Warnings: none?, mentions of previous violence, some odd platonic-ish fluff so far, it’s a little sweet in there, author doesn’t know how to conflict 😂
The car ride to Agatha’s mansion was a little too quiet. The thumb of her hand that was still being held in your lap lazily drew its own circles across your knuckles. A small way for Agatha to reassure you that you were still safe, still taken care of. You looked so small and fragile at this moment, it made Agatha’s heart ache to hold you properly. Why did her home have to take so long to drive to?
Every now and then Agatha would look over to make sure you weren’t crying, but all she would see is a blank stare looking off into the tree line. She doubted you’d even blinked the whole ride. Agatha attempted to break the silence a little bit.
“Hey Baby? I know it’s a little soon but I just wanted to go over an alibi real quick, can you do that for me?”
You didn’t give a verbal answer, just a subtle nod of your head. It would have to work for now.
“I know a couple people saw what happened back there, but if anyone asks a friend was able to smack the gun away and scare those two guys off with a fight. That sound good to you?”
She watched as more tears began to fill your eyes. Even the mention of what happened today was still overwhelming enough to affect you. Her hand grabbed yours tighter, hoping to bring you back down to earth, draw you in. You’re safe, I’m right here. They’re gone now.
You just nodded your head again, slower this time. Your small hands clutched to Agatha’s a little tighter. You didn’t want to let go. Almost as if she’d fly away if you did and everything would come back.
Agatha didn’t attempt to speak the rest of the drive, just left you alone with your thoughts hoping that once the two of you were at her home, you’d feel better being away from the commotion.
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She finally pulled up to the house. Her “humble” three story, six bedroom French styled mansion stood classically tall with the sun setting just behind it casting a strange golden halo around the building. You still sat eerily still, not quite snapped from your daze.
Agatha received a call just as she set the car in park. She let out an exasperated sigh.
“Stay right here, okay Baby? I’ll come get you after this call.”
This time you didn’t nod or move, just watched as Agatha got out of the car and walked a good distance away to talk to whoever was on the other end.
“Everything spotless?”
“Yeah boss, not a drop left. Put everything back the way it was.”
“Good, clean up the cameras, any tape from today I want in my possession. Stories are already handled.”
“You sure we can trust those girls?”
Agatha ran hot, “How dare you fucking question me, get me the fucking tapes before I run back and kill you myself.”
Agatha hung up without another word. What a fucking asshole.
She shrugged off that bit of anger before coming over to your side of the car. You still stayed there, slow almost delayed, in your seat. Your head slowly turned to look at her. Agatha held her hand out for you to hold on to and help you out of the car. Finally up and next to her, Agatha couldn’t help but notice how much shorter than her you were. Only about a few inches, but when you had to look up at her with those big glossy eyes, it made something pull at her heart. She wanted this all of the time, cursing the fact it took you being robbed to get you here. You should be at her home under different circumstances.
She was lost in the way you looked up at her, not realizing when she put her hands on your waist. Not realizing you put your own hands on her shoulders. Her eyes honed in on the way your peach colored lips parted as the two of you just stared. It took some strong willpower to break the trance she had slipped into.
Wrapping her arm around your waist, she ushered you inside her home. The space was too quiet. Both of your footsteps echoed off of the walls. Agatha was in a state of silent panic the entire way in, she could feel the heat radiating from you deep into her own aching bones. She loved it how warm you were. How close you stuck to her side.
When you finally came to her living room, she brought you to the couch to sit. As she went to walk away to the kitchen for some water you stopped her, gripping her wrist in a vice she didn’t expect from her soft Baby. Her heart clenched at the whimper you let out.
“I’m just going run to the kitchen to get you some water, is that alright.”
You shook your head. “No please don’t leave, please.”
Agatha’s heart broke watching you break like this, if she could bring those men back to like she’d kill them over and over just for the way they hurt you like this.
“You’re safe now Baby, we’re in my home. No one is going to harm you here, I promise you.”
You didn’t look convinced, just stood from the couch and pushed yourself into her body. You don’t know what had overcame you but there was this strange internal need to be close. She can’t leave you here alone, what if they came back? What if your whole world shattered. Your arms wrapped around her torso with your head tucking into her chest. Agatha’s jaw clenched. You were so soft, so sweet. Her heart was pounding in her chest. There was no doubt you could feel it. Agatha relented.
“Alright sweetheart, come with me. I’ll get us some water and then we’ll go lay down.”
You followed her all the way to the kitchen, subconsciously Agatha turned to you to pick you up and sit you on the counter. She mentally reprimanded herself for doing something stupid like that, but when you didn’t question it, she just continued on. You watched as she moved with around her home with the familiar grace of someone who inhabited a space for years. She bounced around humming as she grabbed cups and ice then filling them up. Then almost as if she thought it would make you feel better, went back to the fridge and got a cucumber. You sat there and admired her hands as they worked to peel and slice. Her face was so nonchalant as she worked. You wish you could be like that.
You wished the events at the bakery didn’t drain your softness, your happiness. You wished you could exist in this moment, you and her. This event seemed so unreal, the two of you always passed around each other. She always came in and got a little dessert and sometimes a coffee or a tea. She always said ‘hey’ with a smile. Was always kind, somewhere in the back of your mind you thought she could be into you just for how often she came in. Honestly after two years of seeing her almost every day, you were shocked that neither of you ever made pass at each other. For you it was nerves, but for her? Well you didn’t know why she never said anything. Never asked for a number, never asked for a date, never was flirty. She was just always nice. You just chalked it up to her liking your sweets. It started to throw you off why she brought you to her home.
Suddenly, Agatha moved in, back into your orbit with a plate of sliced cucumbers and mozzarella.
“I understand if maybe you aren’t hungry, but I want you to try and eat something.”
Agatha placed the plate down next to you and moved her hands to your knees. Her fingers twitched against your skin. She looked nervous to be there. Why did she look so nervous? You wanted her to be there. After a minute of looking back and forth between her and the plate, you relented and took the first bite of cucumber and cheese. There was nothing really special about it but because it came from her, was so delicious.
You saw the faintest tick from the corner of her mouth, she was pleased you’d try to eat something for her. To make her feel better. Her fingers idly rubbed your skin as you continued to eat. You got about halfway before picking up a slice to feed to Agatha.
Her eyes jolted to look up at your face. She couldn’t believe it. What had she done to get this little angel in her home. Oh, yeah that’s right…
Her mouth parted slightly before opening fully to accept your offering. She watched your eyes light up a little and finally smile for the first time since that ‘incident’. She was happy to see it, even if it didn’t fully reach your eyes. She leaned more against you as you alternated between feeding her and yourself.
Agatha relished in this closeness. Like the two of you weren’t simply sort of strangers, as if the both of you existed like this the whole time. How odd, what kind of pull was this to have with someone that she simultaneously knew and didn’t know enough of. Once the plate was empty she led you through her house to her main bedroom.
The space was cozy yet massive. She easily had an Alaskan king with silky violet sheets, pillows, and duvet cover. The far dresser looked like carved mahogany covered with expensive perfumes. She didn’t have a single photo in sight, just lots of little trinkets some jewelry, anything that screamed Agatha. Her room was what you thought a crows might look, all fancy shiny objects carefully placed around in spots she wanted to show them off. It almost made you blush to look at all of it. To catch a glimpse into her personality.
Agatha’s back was to you but she tried to hide her blush. It felt far too intimate to allow you into this space but she wanted to, she craved you here. She looked around her own room and began to imagine what it would be like if your own trinkets were integrated, weaved amongst her own. What would it be like to really exist in this space with her.
She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the thump of a body landing on top of her bed. When she turned she saw you face down, spread starfish in the middle. Agatha burst out laughing uncontrollably.
“Baby, what in the world are you doing!”
Your response came out muffled, “I couldn’t help myself, your bed just looked so comfortable.”
Agatha’s heart clenched for what had to be about the 5th time now. She sat down on the bed next to you and ran her fingers down your back.
“Sweet Baby, you’re so silly you know that.”
When you turned your head to look at her, you smiled a real smile. This all was feeling too natural to you. Agatha scooted up to the head of the bed and patted the space beside her. Not really wanting to moved from your spot, you sluggishly crawled up to lay next to her. The two of you stayed there staring up at the ceiling until finally, the exhaustion took over. Your eyes began to close until sleep took you under.
Agatha looked over at you. She couldn’t stop watching. Your chest rising and falling softly, the part in your lips where little wisps of breath would release. Her eyes drug across your skin, no blemishes, no scars. It made her sad to see. She had been running with the wolves her whole life. Agatha had been cut, shot, beaten, all in the name of getting ahold of something she would always covet. But you, you were by far her most prized gift. She would do anything to have you, to keep you here. Would that be something you were okay with?
A/n: Hokay so…I been wanting to come back to writing for a minute but with my full time job I haven’t really had the energy to really go through the motions. Chapter updates will be sporadic, sometimes life comes first 😂 I want to try my best to be able to stick to this but I suck at multi chapters so we’ll see. This first chapter was a little rough trying to find my footing on this pair with some background, please be gentle💖 have fun readers, feedback is appreciated! All spelling errors are my own
Warnings: armed robbery, gun violence, blood mention, minor character death, Agatha is a bad guy with a soft spot, 18+, eventual smut in later chapters, this one might be short ish
“I’ll give you to the count of 5, Herb, where’s the product?”
“I-it got lost! In transportation! It wasn’t me I swear!”
Agatha would consider herself a connoisseur in very expensive luxurious items. She always had an eye for soft delicate fabrics, sweet and rich desserts, finest tailored suits, and the coldest, rarest weapons Westview had to run. She was known as the wicked witch of Westview, one of the most avoided crime bosses with a war path that had the ability to stretch for miles.
“You were in charge of bringing it to me, yet…I see you empty handed. Do you know how much those little bunnies cost me?”
“I-I’m s-s-sorry boss please I’ll do a-anything!”
“Anything?”
“Yes please, boss, anything?”
“Hmm…”
Agatha pretended to ponder the pawns blubbering nonsense, but between the tears carving their way through the grime of his cheek, and the snot no doubt making its way passed his lips, she decided…this man was fucking disgusting. She turned on her heel to exit the dark room, sauntering with a grace that made it feel like her feet never touched an inch of soiled ground.
“Light him up boys.”
With a flick of her hand and without looking back, Agatha left the premises leaving the dirty work for her pack of brutes.
It took a lot of time and hard grinding work to get to this position of not having to get her hands dirty anymore. Agatha Harkness, literally fought tooth and nail for her position at the top of the throne. She always had an eye for the finer things and of course not coming from a wealthier background…well she had to take matters into her own hands, however she saw fit.
That’s how she got into illegal arms smuggling and essentially starting her own crime ring. Eventually gutting the one man she ever allowed close enough, the one that taught her everything she needed to know about being the baddest witch in one of the smallest towns. Something so small and shitty the feds would never be able to sniff out a thing.
She marched out of the abandoned warehouse building with a purpose and migraine. Handling business never failed to wear her out. She was above handling rats, above arguing with dummies. Sometimes a boss’ job is never done. She humbled herself for still being able to ‘roll around with the cockroaches’ as she called it. She needed a pick-me-up.
Agatha sauntered to her sleek black sedan, dusting off her plum colored dress pants and crème blouse and gracefully got into her car.
She liked to frequent this little place closer toward downtown (if you could call it that). They served the best blueberry cream cheese pastries, with the most divine wild berry gentilly cake anyone could get their hands on, but that wasn’t the only reason for her continued return.
She had a soft spot for the little pastry chef that ran her own little shop. Always had her eye out for her ever since they met. “Met” was a reach, for the last 2 years 6 months 3 weeks and 14 days, Agatha has shown up to your little bakery to see you. The pastries were just a plus. Once a day she’d walk in the room smelling of fresh crème and baked doughs, order a slice of something she liked, and sit in the back corner booth and day dream of the day she could ask for more from you.
A date, a kiss, fuck it, it didn’t matter an extra breath she just wanted you in her life closer than you were now. But Agatha she was a stalking predator, a panther maneuvering through thick foliage and you were her sweet lamb. Agatha could only view herself as all rough edges. Nothing about her was sweet. She was sharp and possessive. She craved carnally, and fought fearlessly. You were everything she couldn’t possibly have.
Agatha white knuckled her grip on the steering wheel the whole way. Her jaw tensed as she could only think of how soft you probably felt under her harsh grasp. Her hands were rough and calloused, oh but she bet yours were softer than satin gliding along her tired muscles.
She visibly relaxed when she parked in front of the bakery, and when she entered, it was like exhaling a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You smiled at her so warm and peachy. She swore her life moved in slow motion as she watched your lashes flutter against your rosy cheeks. Your hair was pulled back in a low bun, her eyes trailed down to look at the baby pink dress with white trimming you were wearing. She could almost feel beneath her palms the texture of that dress and how it would feel pressed against your hips. She bet you smelled of rose hip oil and cinnamon.
“Agatha! Welcome in, I just finished a strawberry gentilly cake, I know how much you like them, Jen is finishing cutting it up in the back!”
Agatha blushed, visibly blushed, as you went on about how much you remembered her liking gentilly cakes. They were airy and sweet but not tooth rotting sweet. Not enough to make her swear it off. Sweet enough to want more every time, just like you.
“Hey Baby! Sure I’d love a slice.”
She watched as the blushed crawled from the center of your nose across to both cheeks. It made her bite the inside of her lip, heaven help her.
“For here or to go?”
“Here!” Agatha spoke too quickly. “Always here.”
She tried to laugh off her nerves lest she look too eager to you. She didn’t know that you wouldn’t mind, one single bit. She didn’t know how you stared at her face trying to memorize the creases by her eyes or the smile lines when she laughed. She never caught your lingering gaze on her brunette tresses as you imagined how the strands would feel weaving through your fingers. She even missed the way you would sneak glances every time she was avoiding staring for to long. The two of you danced around each other like orbiting planets destined to collide.
Agatha took her usual seat at the back of the bakery. She found herself being too nervous for some reason. She had been doing this for years why was she so nervous. She stress-bit her lip and nervously played with her own fingers. Even trying a breathing exercise to will her frantic heartbeat down. You’re okay, you’ll be okay. She kept telling herself. Trying to will away the tension she was feeling just being in this building. She was able to busy herself with her phone, checking on messages, watching CCTV footage to make sure nothing looked suspicious.
She jumped when you entered her peripheral. When did you walk up? How had she not heard you? Her crystal blues met your eyes as you gently placed her slice of cake down with a small cup of iced lemon tea. Agatha gave you a bashful smile then watched you walk all the way behind the counter again.
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Somehow staying for a slice turned into Agatha fiddling with her phone for a couple hours. You had shown up intermittently to check on her and make sure she didn’t need anything. Every time she reassured she was fine, even if she wanted to beg or whine for your number or a date. Maybe even take your hand and kiss the back of your knuckles. Would you blush harder at her? Would you allow her to take you anywhere you desired? How would you look at her when she was finally able to wrap herself—
“Freeze! Nobody move!”
Two robbers ran in straight to the counter. Both of them had bags but only one had a gun, the other a knife. Everyone who was already in the building began to panic but Agatha’s eyes just went wide.
She watched the two men storm over to the register and point the gun at her Baby’s face. Agatha bristled, rage began to boil, how dare they threaten her babygirl. How dare the attempt to soil this place at all while she was here.
“We don’t want any trouble! Give us all the money in your register!”
Agatha had to watch your scared face pale, you fumbled with the register attempting to get them anything they were asking for as fast as possible. They made one mistake though, none of the men had eyes on Agatha. She quietly stood from her spot in the booth and drew her gun from her back holster. The men were too busy waiting on you to fish out all of the money they didn’t hear or see when Agatha pressed the mouth of her gun to the temple of the one man with a weapon.
At the dock of her gun everybody froze.
“I want everyone out right now!”
She commanded that room in that instant. Every patron left chaotically, you remained frozen in your spot behind the counter. The man holding the gun still had his hand raised. Agatha’s deadly blue gaze shifted to you.
“Listen to me, Baby, I need you to go to the back and hide. Either a bathroom or a closet, and don’t come out until I come to get you. Bring Jen with you too, I’m going to handle this mess, okay?”
You nodded hard and backed up carefully to the door that led to the back of house. Once you were safe you scrambled to grab Jen and do exactly what Agatha had requested. The two of you held each other as you heard a lot of commotion come from the dining area. Agatha never visibly looked like someone who could take two grown men, but you doubt she would’ve made you leave if she couldn’t.
All of a sudden two gunshots rang out in your building. You and Jen heals your breaths as you waited to find out what was going to happen next. You almost jumped from your skin when the door swung open but it was just her. She was safe, your hero.
Agatha bent down quickly to hold you and your arms wrapped around her in return. You could feel her warm palm cup the back of your head while the other stayed protectively at your back. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to calm down now that you were one hundred percent safe. Jen was the first to break the silence, but inadvertently made the two of you separate from one another.
“What happened out there? What happened to those guys?”
Agatha’s gaze shifted between the two of you trying to think of how to go about this.
“I need you both to something very important and listen to my instructions; Jen, you’re going to leave out the back, get in your car and go home, you didn’t see anything you just ran, okay?”
Jen nodded in blind confirmation and left without asking any more questions. Then Agatha looked to you again.
“Baby, I need you to come with me okay? I have some guys coming to clean this mess up, they’ll make the place look just like new. I’ll help with an alibi on the way to my place alright? Are you going to let me take care of you?”
Your eyes began to fill with tears, the adrenaline probably wearing off, it pained you to leave your bakery in the hands of some people you didn’t know. Hell you hardly even knew Agatha outside of her usual orders, but she helped you today. What if those men decided to do something worse, what if she hadn’t been there to help you at all? You owed it to her to at least listen and go with her. Your body began to shake and Agatha wrapped her arms around you again to hold you still and will you to calm down.
Carefully she was able to get you to your feet and usher you out to her car. As you passed through the bakery, Agatha kept one of her hands on the side of your head to tuck you into the crook of her neck.
“Keep your eyes down, Baby. You’re safe now okay?”
The stress and anxiety still buzzed through your bones, and as you looked off to the side, the pool of blood at the floor made your eyes start to water again. You couldn’t hold back a sob as everything started to surface slowly. You were robbed. At gun point. And Agatha saved you. And your business.
She was holding on to you so strong too. Her arms weren’t shaking, her breathing wasn’t erratic, the only think Agatha knew in that moment was to be strong for you and get you comfortable. Somewhere between the building and the car you blacked out and only came to when you heard the sound of the driver side door close. You don’t remember getting in or sitting down.
Your sweaty shaking palm reached out to her own forcing your conjoined hands into your own space. You needed something to ground you to hold you. Your whole body felt on fire and Agatha was the cooling water calming you down. Your two soft hands held Agatha’s one larger hand in your lap focusing on your breathing and running your fingertips over her skin.
Agatha could only think about the way your skin felt pressed against hers. Sure your hands were a little clammy but they held her so delicately. Every graze of your fingers along hers cause a slight shiver up her spine. She had to focus. Get you to safety then worry about the smaller stuff later
summary: in which wanda has been missing for months, and the last place you expected to find her was behind a ghost mask with a knife in her hand.
words: 7.7K
warnings: ghostface!wanda, top!wanda, fem!reader, blood kink, knifeplay, dubcon/noncon, cumstrap (r receiving), horror and fear, lots of blood, some more blood too, also there is blood
this post is a dark!fic and is for 18+ only. minors dni.
masterlist.
Steve passed behind the couch and handed a bottle of beer over your head. “Thanks, Rogers,” you said as you took the chilled bottle, handing it to Natasha who sat beside you on the couch for her to open it for you.
You watched as Nat reached into the pocket of her leather jacket and took out her switchblade, flicking the lever so that the dainty but incredibly sharp knife popped up in front of her face. The light from the movie playing on the television in the dark room reflected off the spotless blade. She smirked a little, always proud to show off her knife skills, as she took your beer bottle and used the knife to pop the cap, cold smoke hissing from the bottle’s rim. She handed it back to you and tossed the cap onto the pile of beer caps sitting on the coffee table in front of you. The three of you had really blown through several cold ones that night.
You, Steve, and Natasha had recently started having weekly Friday movie nights. Each Friday, you got together in Natasha’s homely little apartment and ate pizza and drank beer while watching a scary movie of your choice. Naturally, Natasha chose the Texas Chainsaw Massacre the first night, and the next week, Steve chose the original black and white Frankenstein movie which he said was scary enough for him. This week it was your turn to choose, and you had chosen The Conjuring.
Steve winced from behind his beer bottle as the movie played. He looked funny, a large muscular man, cuddling up on the old blue recliner and struggling to hold his stomach down as the movie played. Natasha watched it with wide eyes that didn’t blink and an amused smirk on her lips. You were somewhere in the middle, not as easily bothered as Steve but not coldhearted sociopath like Nat. Still, when something did get to you, you always grabbed Nat’s arm and hid your face in her hair.
Things had been different the last few months. Before, there would be two more people in your party—Wanda and Vision. They were soulmates in the form of best friends, although everyone knew Vision had a crush on Wanda. Although she found him annoying, he was a doting friend whom she cared a lot about—you all cared a lot about.
Two months ago, Vision was driving when his car was struck by a large truck losing control. He died twice—once on the road, his bloodied bodied having flung through the windshield and onto the concrete where his head cracked. The paramedics were able to revive his pulse and take him to the hospital. In the middle of an emergency surgery that was supposed to save his life, his pulse stopped and did not come back.
The worst part was that Wanda was there the whole time—in the car with him before the wreck, crouched over his body as the paramedics resuscitated him, holding his hand in the screeching ambulance, and outside the room when the doctors pronounced him dead again. Vision had died twice—and Wanda watched each time.
It was Vision’s dying wish to have his body dedicated to science, so there was no burial. When Wanda completely disappeared, there was not even a funeral held. No one had seen or heard from her since Vision died, and you remembered that every time you saw your friends. Her absence was unignorable.
When the movie was finally over, Steve insisted that you watch something lighter so that he could feel better before going home. Natasha laughed as he put Bluey on.
“God, I feel drunk,” you groaned as you laid your head back against Nat’s sofa and cast your legs across her lap. “We drink too much.”
“You drink too much, bunny,” Nat remarked as she opened another beer for herself. “You’ve gotta remember you’re still a lightweight.”
“Have some water,” Steve said, grabbing a water bottle from the table and tossing it to you. The water felt refreshing on your tongue as you chugged half of it in one go.
“Woah there, everything you just drank is gonna come right back up,” Nat laughed, gently taking the water bottle away from your mouth as you swallowed the last bit and wiped the stray drops from your mouth.
Feeling antsy from the movie, Steve opened his phone and checked his messages. You watched as his eyebrows sewed together, his eyes widening. “Guys.”
“What?” Nat sighed, casually casting an arm over your shoulder as she stared mindlessly at the TV.
“Sam just sent me this article,” Steve said, turning the phone so that you and Nat could see the screen. “Apparently, we got a killer on the loose.”
Natasha leaned forward with concern, reaching over you to grab Steve’s phone so she could read it. You peered over her shoulder and saw that the article said there have been multiple fatal stabbings across the city in the past week all linked to one unidentified suspect. Out of abundance of caution, the police department was issuing a citywide curfew starting at 11 p.m. and warned citizens to be on the lookout for a tall, cloaked individual wearing a white ghost mask.
“Ghost mask,” Natasha remarked as her eyes read over the words at the same time as yours. “Jesus Christ.” She handed Steve’s phone back to him.
Steve sighed and read over the article again. “What has the world come to?”
Your face was set in an expression of concern as you thought over the circumstance, and then you remembered that the city has issued a curfew. Grabbing Nat’s wrist, you turned it and looked at the time on her watch. “It’s 10:50. The curfew starts a 11.”
“Shit,” Steve groaned in realization, looking at his watch, too.
“You guys can just stay here tonight,” Nat offered, sitting up with urgency.
“Nah, Nat. I have to train early in the morning,” Steve said, pushing his phone into his pocket and downing the last of his beer before slamming it down on the coffee table. “And after that movie, I’m barely gonna get enough sleep tonight as it is.”
“I bet I could make it home before 11 if I leave now,” you said, standing up to your feet.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Nat said as she sprung to her feet with you. You looked at her questioningly, and she tilted her head and hesitated. “If there really is a killer on the loose, you shouldn’t be walking home alone at night, curfew or not.”
“I need to get home to feed my neighbor’s cat,” you argued. Nat’s eyebrows raised, and you sighed and explained, “She went on vacation for a week, and I’m supposed to feed the cat every night. It’s already so late—the kitty’s probably starving by now.”
“Then let me walk you home.”
You tilted your head like hers. “Then you would be the one walking home alone, silly.”
“I’ll get her home,” Steve announced as he slipped his brown jacket on. “Her apartment is on the way to mine.” Nat stared at him, not very convinced. “It will be fine, Nat. But if she’s going to leave, we need to do it now.”
Throwing her head back in frustration, Nat gave in. “Fine. But you better use yourself as a human shield if a guy in a ghost mask jumps out of an alley at you.”
Steve crouched and leveled his fists in front of his face, punching the air in front of him. You and Nat just stared blankly at him as he straightened and smiled sheepishly.
“Aren’t you the one who just nearly pissed your underwear from a scary movie?” said Nat.
“That’s demons!” he argued. “I’m a total boss in real life.”
“Don’t ever say total boss again,” Nat grumbled as she picked up your jacket from over the couch and slipped it over your arms gently. Nat was always extra caring and protective over you. Whether it was a best friend thing, a sister thing, or something more, she always did everything possible to make you feel safe and taken care of, especially after Wanda disappeared. She knew how close the two of you were and how much it affected you when she up and left.
Natasha walked the two of you to her front door, Steve leaving first and you following after. Before you passed through the door, you stopped, turning to Natasha who stood close to you.
You hesitated. You had asked everyone you knew this question a million times, almost every other day. You felt annoying and absurd, but you just couldn’t help the constant gnawing feeling inside you that was driving you crazy. But you knew Nat would never judge you.
Natasha read the concern on your face, crinkling her brow and leaning closer to you. Looking up at her, your lips opened a few times before you whispered, “Have you heard from Wanda?”
She must have assumed that was what you were going to ask, because her lips pressed into a straight line and her eyebrow softened. “No, I haven’t bunny,” her raspy voice assured you.
Disappointed, you sighed and looked at the ground. Nat’s hand met your shoulder, her warm palm rubbing it comfortingly.
“She just needs some time.”
“It’s been two months, Nat.”
“Everyone grieves differently, bunny,” she told you as she had told you a million times before, after each time you had asked her. “She’s grieving Vision, and you’re grieving her. Just as you want her to move on, you need to move on, too.” Hearing someone tell you to just move on was never the best advice, but with the way Nat was holding your shoulder and the gentleness laced in her voice, as if she was afraid that talking too loudly might break you, you found it assuring.
“Okay,” you whispered. She gave you a look questioning if you were okay, to which you answered with a slow nod and a soft smile.
“10:52!” Steve called from down the apartment hallway.
Nat quickly leaned forward and kissed the top of your head. “Be safe, bunny.”
“You, too.” You patted her arm and turned away, catching up to Steve who led you down the stairs.
Everyone had taken the curfew seriously, because the streets were nearly empty as Steve walked you home. He talked about all the training he had to do in the morning, to which you disinterestedly listened because it comforted you from the dark, quiet streets. Once you finally made it home, Steve hugged you goodbye and left to go to his apartment just a couple blocks over.
First, you took out the key your neighbor had given you and went into her apartment, being met with her orange and white cat who was already meowing at the door when you walked in.
“Hi, kitty,” you cooed, leaning down to rub the cat’s back as he pushed his forehead against your shin, his tail curling around your calf. “I’m sorry kitty, I know you’re so hungry.”
You got the food out from the cabinet where your neighbor kept it and poured it into the cat’s bowl, watching him instantly settle down into proper loaf position to hungrily eat.
“I’ll be earlier tomorrow,” you promised him, giving him a few more pets before you watered your neighbor’s succulents and then left, making sure the door was locked behind you. A door down, you entered your own apartment, sighing and letting your back lean against the cool door for a moment.
Coming back home alone was always depressing. You didn’t understand. You had lived alone for years because you liked it that way—you liked having your own space, your own things, your own comfort zone to relax in. The past two months, the emptiness was deafening.
“Maybe I should invest in a cat,” you murmured to yourself as you slid your jacket off and hung it on the coatrack.
After taking a shower, you still felt a little too tipsy to sleep. Plus, as braver you were than Steve, the movie did have you feeling a little on edge. So instead of going to bed like you normally would, you dragged your favorite fuzzy blanket from your bed to the couch and turned on Bluey, starting where you left off at Nat’s. You also got a bowl of Lucky Charms both for comfort and because you needed your stomach to settle from all the pizza grease and alcohol.
Five minutes into Bluey and stuffing your face, you felt your phone ringing from the table beside the couch. Crunching on the cereal, you glanced over to your phone that vibrated, moving slightly atop the table. It was Nat’s contact lighting up your phone, the screen filled with your favorite picture of her where she’s wearing a green face mask with a cucumber slice over one eye, her other eye squinting open.
Shifting the bowl to your right hand, you reached to your left and grabbed the phone, tapping the answer icon and bringing it to your ear.
“Yes, I made it home safe, Nat. Steve didn’t get stabbed, nor did I, and everything’s safe. You can sleep soundly tonight,” you immediately answered with a little giggle, already knowing that she was calling to bombard you with questions about if you made it back safely.
There was a beat of silence where all you heard was Bluey playing in front of you and the distant sounds of your neighbor’s cat meowing. A staticky hushing sound flooded through your phone’s speaker, and then a voice.
“Speaking too soon?”
The left side of your face where the phone was pressed tingled at the unfamiliarity of the voice in your ear. It was a strange, raspy voice, and you could tell almost instantly that it sounded audibly modified.
You second guessed yourself—was it someone else who called you? You took the phone away from your ear and looked at it again, but it was still Nat’s name in heart emojis and the picture of her in the green face mask with the cucumber slice over her eye. You brought it back to your ear, eyebrows sewing in confusion.
“Who is this?”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” the voice drawled, low and hoarse in your ear, a tone of excitement laced in their voice.
You couldn’t help but feel a tendril of fear in your chest as the logical side of you tried to sort through all the possibilities of why Nat’s number had called you, yet you were not speaking to Nat.
“Is this a scam caller?” you blurted. “I know they figured out how to make it look like one of your contacts is calling you, but I’m not interested in your multilevel marketing scheme tonight, okay, buddy? Try again with a geriatric and maybe you’ll catch your luck.”
You were about to hang up before the voice spoke again, loud but hushing in your ear. “Let’s see… The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? No, that’s Natasha’s. What about Frankenstein? No, you’re too young for that. That would be more of Steve’s liking, wouldn’t it?”
Your lips fell open as the voice piqued your concern again. This definitely was not a scam caller, because there was no way a random stranger would know not only your friends’ names, but also which movies they had picked for movie night the last two Fridays in a row.
“What about… The Conjuring?!” The person’s voice rose in excitement, blaring through the speaker of the phone. A hissing laugh flooded the line, and your heart was starting to noticeably pound in your chest.
“Sam?!” you confidently asked, despite the seeping fear in your chest. Sam would know what you all had watched together, and he would definitely be the one to prank call you using a voice modifier just to scare the shit out of you.
“Is Conjuring your favorite movie, y/n?”
Your body froze as your brain started to run out of possibilities as to who it could be. The sounds of Bluey and the neighbor’s cat started to drown out of your hearing, your hand on your bowl of cereal turning sweaty and hot.
“Why don’t you put the Lucky Charms down so we can have a proper conversation?”
A gasp struck out of your throat as you set the Lucky Charms down harshly on the table, a few marshmallows and some milk spilling out of the bowl and onto the table. Pushing your blanket off your body that was now growing hot, you turned around to look around your apartment. The kitchen was empty, and so was the bathroom that you could see into, and so was your bedroom whose door was open.
“Who are you?” you demanded shakily, whipping your head to the window where your blinds had broken and hadn’t been replaced, looking out at the fire escape and seeing no one there.
“Don’t turn your head too hard there, y/n. You’ve had a lot to drink tonight, haven’t you?” the sinister voice said over the phone, and now your entire body was starting to throb in fear.
“If this is a prank caller, you should know my friend is a hacker and she will find out who you are,” you said, jumping up to your feet and turning in circles around your apartment even though you still saw no one there.
“One… two… three… four…” The voice counted, and on the other end of the line you could hear the light clinking of metal. “Thirteen… fourteen… fifteen! Fifteen beer caps!”
Your eyes went wide and instinctively started to moisten as you realized that the sound of metal was the pile of beer caps that the three of you had built on Nat’s table.
“Oh, you said your friend is a hacker? Are you talking about Natasha? Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Natasha won’t be helping you out with anything anytime soon—or ever.”
Could it be Natasha herself prank calling you? That would be extremely out of the blue for her, since she seemed so worried about you walking home and she knew you were feeling extra sensitive about everything that had happened in the last few months. There was no way she would do that. But it was Nat’s number calling you, and there was the sound of the beer caps in her apartment, and the words of the person telling you that Nat was in some way incapacitated permanently.
“I’m calling the cops!” you yelled, taking the phone away from your face and instantly ending the call. Your trembling fingers fumbled to go back to the call app and dial the local police station’s number, accidentally opening other apps. Before you could dial anything, Nat’s contact lit up your screen again. Frustrated, you denied it, but almost instantly it blocked your screen again.
Maybe it was all a joke and now Nat was calling you to tell you she was okay, you thought. You answered the call with a very frustrated, “Hello?”
“You hang up on me again and I will gut you like a fish!” the voice angrily hissed with such power and fury that it made your back straighten suddenly. The loudness of their voice overpowered the voice modifier, but even as their voice changed, you still couldn’t put a finger on if you recognized it or not.
You just closed your mouth, breathing hard as your forehead grew sweaty and feverish.
“Unless you want me to slice pretty little Nat’s throat right open, I suggest you sit still and comply.”
Relief washed over you as you took the caller’s words meaning that Nat was still okay. In the silence on the line, you could hear the sound of a car in the background. This person was driving.
“What do you want?” you asked, and now that you knew for sure they weren’t near you, you ran to your bedroom and opened the drawer of your nightstand as quietly as you could.
“I want you to tell me your favorite scary movie,” they lolled with bemusement.
Focused on getting the gun out of your drawer and bullets from a pack of ammo to load it, you didn’t say anything.
“Oh, c’mon. It’s a simple question. Everyone has a favorite scary movie.”
You realized that you didn’t hear the sound of a driving car in the background anymore, and they were getting impatient, so you blurted the first thing you could think of. “Saw.”
“Saw? With all that blood and gore?!”
“It’s a classic,” you breathed as you loaded the gun and then held it up, carefully walking back into the living room.
“You Americans always follow the sheep,” they said with a despicable laugh, and you could hear noises in the background.
“So… you’re not American?” you asked, trying to get more information about who was calling you. While you wanted to hang up and call the police, you knew they would just keep calling you back quicker than you could dial 911, and you thought you might as well try to figure out more.
They dodged your question completely. “What do you like so much about Bluey?”
Gasping, you turned towards your TV and pointed your gun at the animated characters on the screen. It was sickening, looking at the cute, childish show while you were holding a gun and being held hostage on the phone by a psychopath. You were starting to think they must be just a prank caller. Maybe they picked some random person, who happened to be you, and followed you to Nat’s apartment. They saw you were drinking and used their own beer caps to make you think they were in Nat’s apartment. Maybe they had seen you through the window eating Lucky Charms and watching Bluey. It had to be a prank.
“It’s… it’s cute,” you faintly answered, going to the window slowly, with your gun pointed at the glass.
The voice laughed again, singeing your nerves as you peered out of the window into the darkness, looking around as far as you could to make sure no one was there.
“Do you wanna hear a joke?”
Seeing that no one was anywhere near the window, you moved back across your living room.
“Sure,” you whispered.
“Knock… Knock.”
Your eyes instantly shifted to the front door which was right ahead of you. Did you even lock it? Were they mentioning the door because they were right outside?
Quickly, you jumped to the door and locked the handle and slammed the chain shut at the top of the door. Holding your breath, you brought your eye up close to the peephole, expecting to see some strange man standing outside your door. To your relief, there was no one there.
“W-Who’s there?” you whispered, keeping your eye at the peephole in case they jumped into sight.
You were met with the sound of the call being disconnected. Confused, you looked down at your phone, but the moment you did, you heard the piercing sound of glass shattering. Out of fright, you dropped your gun, and it slid out of reach under the kitchen table.
Shrieking, you turned around and saw that the window you were just standing at had been kicked through. In came a dark figure slinking through the broken window, heavy boots crunching the shards of broken glass on the floor as they stepped into the apartment. You froze. Their other foot came through, the trail of their black cloak slipping over the windowsill as they stepped fully inside your home. They stood, straightening themselves like a demonic shadow standing across the room from you.
What should have scared you the most was the large, shiny knife they held in their hand. But what really scared you was when they lifted their face to show a white ghost mask with darkness for eyes and a horribly, sickeningly twisted open mouth in the shape of a scream. From across the room, you saw the blood splattered across the mask, staining its otherwise spotless white surface. The black glove on their hand squeaked as they tightened their fist around the knife, the ghost mask tilting slowly to the side as they stared you down from behind the mask.
Your phone slipped out of your hands, and the sound of it crashing to the floor propelled you out of your frozen state. Unable to breathe, you grunted in fear as you turned and started to unlock your door so you could run away.
Heavy booted footsteps came thudding towards you as your sweaty fingers struggled to unlock the door, and you turned your head to see that they were coming right at you, raising the knife in the air which spread their black cloak out like wings of a black bird coming down to snatch their prey. You shrieked and jumped to the side right as their arm came down, hearing their large knife stick right into the wood of the door.
Stumbling like an idiot, you sprinted to the only other exit in sight—the broken window they had just come through. You had a little time as they were pulling their knife out of the door, but right as you got to the window, they were running towards you again.
The fear and adrenaline pumping through your blood was making you dizzy. You let out another undignified squeal of terror as you moved away from the window and jumped between the couch and the TV.
The masked killer which you had read about in the article stopped when they saw you moving directions, now standing on the other side of the couch from you. You jumped to the right, but they moved with you.
“Stop!” you screamed, moving to the left only to have them move at the same time as you, still holding up the shiny knife that glinted under the light of your apartment.
You were cornered. There was nowhere to go now. You just stood there, your knees shaking, crouched, just waiting for them to make their move.
In a sudden swoop, they leaped over the couch and lunged at you. You screamed, jumping away just in time for their knife to slice across your upper arm in a non-fatal catch. The person fell right into the TV, the screen on which Bluey still played turning into glitches as they knocked it right off the wall in a loud crash.
Sprinting to your bedroom, you slammed the door shut and locked it, lunging towards the window by your bed. You could hear them fumbling to get up in the other room.
You had this window glued shut several years before out of fear for your own safety. You lived in a dangerous city. There was a fire escape right outside your window. It was only common sense to have glued it shut so that no one would sneak into the window right beside where you lay sleeping in bed.
The cut on your arm was already gushing, bright red lines of blood flooding down your arm and trickling into your palm, making your grip on the window slippery. The cut hurt, and as you tugged upwards on the window, it hurt even more, but you were desperate. People could lift cars out of their own adrenaline, surely you could snap the barrier of super glue standing between you and your last effort to escape.
The doorknob to your bedroom aggressively throttled. You could hear them shoving their shoulder against the locked door, and you started to sob as you tried harder to open your window, feeling like there was a timer right over your head counting down to your own death. It was a manic state you were in, pulling at the window as your arm covered itself in your own blood and the person started using their boot to heavily kick down the door.
“Come on!” you cried, your bloody hand slipping off the window.
With another powerful kick to the door, it came right off the hinges, slamming into the adjacent wall as the cloaked, masked person started storming towards you.
There was nothing left to do. You tugged at the window again, not even bothering to watch them come towards you. If you were going to be murdered, you didn’t want to see them as they did it.
Instead of a knife, you felt two gloved hands grab you by your sides and lift you, throwing you onto your bed. You lost your breath as your back hit the mattress with force, and you watched as the person climbed over you. You were at least going to give them a fight.
Raising your legs, you tried to kick them away, but they grabbed hold of your ankles as they climbed between your thighs, using a great deal of strength to keep your legs still. You even heard them grunt in frustration, and the sound of them struggling to hold you down gave you a boost of confidence to jump up and punch them right in the mask. The person took one hand away from your leg to cover the mouth part of the mask, and you used the opportunity to kick them in the chest. To your surprise, they hardly faltered. The mask faced you again, and something in you twisted. The mask did not change its expression, but you knew now they were very, very angry.
They snatched your free leg and climbed further over you, leaning down and snapping their knifeless hand over your throat, squeezing hard. You watched as they raised the knife above your head. You choked and grabbed at their hand, using your legs to try and kick at them again, but they were kneeling between them, so all you could do was dig your heels into their hips which didn’t have any effect.
Their hand squeezed your throat hard, the leather of their gloves digging into your skin. Losing air, you grabbed at their iron grip on your throat, staring up at the horrifying ghost face above you and their knife positioned to strike.
If they were going to kill you, your dying wish was to see who this serial killer was. They were breathing hard, loudly, distracted by the passion of their pending kill, so you flew your hands to their face and ripped the mask off.
A head of red hair came spilling out of the mask as you tugged it off, and you were met with wide green eyes. If you weren’t already being choked, you would have lost your breath at the sight of Wanda above you.
“W-Wanda?” you choked, your face going bright red as your vision blurred. Your eyes shifted between the mask in your hand and her face—it was her the whole time.
Her lips snarled, showing her canines at you. Her pupils were wide and frenzied, a pink flush in her face and a shine on her forehead whether from the efforts of trying to catch you or from excitement of finally catching you. Her lip was busted from when you had punched her over the mask, a little blood bubbling into her mouth and spreading across her teeth.
She looked at you for a moment, her face hardening, and she released her hand from your neck right before you were about to pass out. You desperately sucked in air, coughing and choking as your lungs filled with oxygen.
“So I did get you,” she said, her eyes moving to your bloody arm. Her tongue ran over her lower lip as she reached down and ran her gloved hand over the cut, smearing more blood across your skin. Fear twisted inside you as you watched her pink lips turn into a demonic smile.
“Wanda,” you whispered, breathing heavily as you saw her more clearly now. “What have you done?”
Was she the same ghostfaced serial killer who had been killing people in the city? Is this where she has been for these two months, breaking into people’s homes and stabbing them to death?
“It didn’t take long for Natasha to swoop in, did it?” she asked, and you realized then that when the voice modifier glitched over the phone, it had been her voice you heard. It’d been so long since you heard it that you hadn’t even recognized it, but you knew now.
“What?” you breathed, eyes flickering to the knife still in her hands.
“I’ve been gone for two months, and she already has you in her grip,” she spat, her lips curling in anger.
“Where did you go?” you blurted. “Why did you disappear?”
A smile stretched at her mouth. “I needed some time adjust my… perspective.” She enunciated the word slowly and sharply as she brought the knife to your bruised throat.
You gasped and flinched when you felt the cold metal lay flat across your skin and then turn so that the point pushed against your flesh, threatening to rip it.
“I used to be so selfless. I avoided you for Vision’s sake, so as to not hurt his precious feelings.” She started dragging the point of the knife down the column of your throat, her breath hissing between her teeth in excitement. “But Nat was still there after he died, so I left. I couldn’t be around if I couldn’t have you still.”
You watched her in terror as she spoke, her wide pupils focused on the way the knife moved across your skin, pressing in but not cutting.
“I sat back and watched. I watched you see her nearly every day. I watched you go to her house for those stupid little movie nights. I watched you sit at home and talk to her on the phone. God, how could you stand listening to her voice that much?”
“Nat was there for me when you weren’t,” you spat, forgetting that she had a knife to the most vulnerable part of your body.
Her eyes shot up at you again, seized with anger. She dragged the knife down to the collar of your shirt as her other hand grabbed a fistful of the fabric, and she started cutting it right off your body. You were reminded that Wanda was not herself now, that she had spent the last two months going insane. You were not safe.
You gasped as Wanda cut right down the fabric of your shirt so easily that it made you realize just how sharp her knife was. She pulled the fabric off your body and threw it down, leaving your upper body entirely naked. She looked down at your chest and seethed.
“You’ve always been so perfect,” she whispered, using her knife to draw a gentle line down your sternum. “I love watching you through the cameras but seeing you in real life is so… fucking… hot.”
She got a little ahead of herself as she dragged the knife down between your breasts, her hand jerking and cutting the skin on the inside of your breast. You shrieked and jumped, feeling tears well up in your eyes and spill down your hot face.
“C-Cameras?” you stuttered, your chest heaving as you breathed through the pain.
Wanda looked up ahead of you, and you tilted your head up to follow her eyes. How could you be so unobservant? In the top corner of your room was a little black circle with a lens, and as your eyes shifted, you saw that every single corner of the room had a little black lens.
“And in every other corner of your apartment, sweet cheeks, as well as Natasha’s.” She laughed at the terror on your face as you realized that you had been watched for weeks on end without even knowing.
Her eyes fell down to your chest where the cut on your breast was bleeding now, gravity tugging a drop of the blood down the center of your stomach. She let out a shuddering, primal growl as she leaned down and brought her lips to the cut.
Your body stiffened as you felt her lips, so close to a sensitive part of your body, kissing the deep cut that started to bleed more. She kissed it again and then ran her tongue over it, moaning at the taste of your blood. It made your face go hot and red as Wanda’s hair tickled your arms, her tongue moving upwards until it swirled around your nipple.
You squealed, thinking about asking her to stop but knowing it was no use, anyway. It scared you the way your body reacted to her, your nipple hardening in her warm mouth as she sucked on it.
She let it go with a pop, coming back up to reveal that her lips and chin were smeared with your blood. You glanced down to see that the breast she had paid attention to had smudges of blood all over it.
“Wanda, please,” you begged. “I’m sorry for whatever you think I did. I didn’t mean to hurt you or—”
A sudden slap to your face stopped you from where you spoke. Your head whipped to the side with the force of the slap, and through the stinging pain of the leathered force you also felt a sharp pain—she had been holding the knife. Warm blood trinkled down your sliced cheek as your flooding tears mixed with it.
“Don’t be so sad, detka,” she purred, taking your chin with hypocritical gentleness and turning your face to look back at her. “You can’t help it you’re a needy slut. I mean, just look at what’s happening. Here I am, cutting you up, and your little pussy is already so wet, isn’t it?”
She rolled her hips forward suddenly, and you felt a hard bulge under the cloak press against your core. The friction made your body shiver, and it was then you realized the wetness between your legs. Wanda grinned widely down at you, looking like a predator with her pearly smile covered in blood.
“Besides, it’s Natasha who stole you from me, and I don’t have to worry about her anymore.”
She looked down at your shorts and started to tug them off, but your eyes widened at her words. “Nat? What did you do to her?!”
“Shhhh…” she shushed you as she peeled your shorts and panties to the floor, leaving you completely naked under her. “Don’t worry, detka. I always clean my knife between kills.” She smirked at you and sat up, kneeling between your open legs.
Your mind raced at thoughts of Natasha—was she dead? Was it your fault? Was Wanda going to kill you, too?
You jumped when you felt the knife dragging across your inner thigh, slicing open your skin that bubbled with more blood. Wanda groaned at the sight, and you felt a mix of relief and fear when she set her knife down on the bed near her hand, far enough out of your reach.
“Just look at you, detka,” she purred as she smeared the blood around on your thigh, the pain vibrating through you. The terror of bloody craze on her face struck a chord inside you that made you both scared and thrilled. “All bloody for me—and so fucking wet.” She moved her eyes to your pussy, using her finger to spread your lips open. Your cheeks burned when you heard the wet sound of your folds moving.
Wanda reached down and grabbed at her crotch, grinning as she leaned back down to you and started kissing the bloody side of your face. “I’ve been waiting so long for you,” she whispered right into your ear, making your skin hot. When her tongue licked up the blood on the side your face, you cringed and whined. She moved her kisses to your neck, biting you with force as she started to grind her hips against you, getting excited.
Your core was throbbing hard as her bulge moved right against you, your knees bending up around her and threatening to spread wider for her. She was putting you under a bloodied haze, and your body was yielding to her. It made you cry harder, but your hand met her shoulder and begged her closer against you.
“Fuck,” she groaned, grinding harder against you. She was breathing heavier now, and when she leaned up to look at you again, there was even more blood on her face. “I want you to watch me fuck you.” She reached down between her legs, and chills ran up your spine as your body tensed in preparation. “I want you to look me in the eyes as I fuck your pussy the way it should be fucked—because it’s mine and you’re mine, and there’s just nothing you can do about that, can you, pretty little doll?”
Your hands grabbed desperately at her arms, words leaving you as your body grew hotter and hotter with desire. She shifted the fabric of her cloak, and pressed herself down against you, her hand still reaching down.
“My pretty little doll,” she breathed as she stared down at you. Suddenly, you felt the tip of something large pressing into you, and suddenly her strap was sliding all the way inside you. You groaned as your walls stretched around her girth, hands grabbing a fistful of her cloak as she buried her cock deep inside you. Wanda only laughed at the look of pain on your face, snapping her hips so that the entirety of her length pushed into you.
“Wanda,” you begged—begged for her to stop, for her to continue, for her to kiss you, for her to let you go—you didn’t know what for.
“Just as tight as I thought you’d be,” Wanda groaned, her eyes rolling back as she started to move her hips. You laid under her, legs spread, bloodied and cut up, letting her fuck you right there on her own bed.
“Too big,” you whined when she started moving faster, her strap bulging tightly inside your pussy. She only laughed again.
“Take my cock, detka. Or would you rather take my knife?” She grabbed the knife again and pushed it right against your throat, causing you to screech in fear. “I would like to leave as many cuts on your pretty body as I can, but I think you might not want me to cut right here, would you?”
You wanted to shake your head but quickly decided against it with how hard the knife was pressed to your throat, so you gave a pathetic, “No.”
“Good,” she growled, her free hand grabbing your hip to keep you still as she started fucking you harder. Grunts of pain left your lips and grunts of pleasure left hers as she drove herself inside you over and over again, thrusting her hips upwards to meet that sweet spot inside you just to drive you a little crazier and make your body betray your mind even more.
It was working. The pain faded and pleasure filled in all the cracks as she fucked you. She was groaning like a wild animal, and the sight of your blood on her face made you even more sickeningly turned on.
Keeping the knife on your throat, steadied with her elbow digging into your collarbone, she slipped her hand down between you and started rubbing your clit with her gloved fingers. The leather was painful at first, but as she massaged your clit just right, it started to propel your pleasure.
Disgusting sounds filled your ears. The squeaking of the bed under her forceful thrusts, the wet squelching of your pussy as she filled it with her cock, the sound of her grunting, and the vibrations of your own moans in your throat that you tried your hardest to keep silent.
Wanda took notice of this and pushed the knife harder on your neck. “Go ahead and let it out, baby. I’ve always wanted to hear you scream.”
It came tumbling out of you as you moaned for Wanda, and it encouraged her to fuck you even harder. The blood from the cut on your inner thigh was mixing with your own juices, causing a symphony of wetness and squelching from between your legs as she defiled you.
Pressure built in your lower tummy that bulged from her large strap filling you up. “That’s it. Cum on my cock, detka. Give yourself to me.”
Wanda was close to cumming herself, and it was evident in the way her hips thrust wildly and without rhythm, her eyes struggling to stay open.
“Wanda,” you moaned, grabbing at her as your orgasm started to crash over you. You couldn’t help but scream as your insides quivered around her, her strap still hitting all the right places inside you as you helplessly came.
Wanda grunted and opened her mouth, quickly reaching down and squeezing the base of the strap as she came. In the middle of your climax, you felt her faux cum spill inside you all at once, pumping you full until you could feel it in your lower tummy.
You were blinded by many things—from the shattering orgasm Wanda had just given you, from the blood loss you were enduring, from the fear and terror of the situation. By the time you came down from your high and could see again, Wanda was looking at your throat. In the heat of the moment, she had accidentally cut it just a little—not enough to really hurt you, but enough to make her go even crazier at the mere thought.
You were shaking and panting as Wanda smirked in victory and in malevolence. She looked over to the ghostface mask beside you and picked it up, pulling it on back over her head. She leaned down closer to you, the black eyes of the mask boring into your own as her head tilted.
“Let’s do another round, yeah? This time with the mask on.”
Girls will see an underappreciated, self sacrificing woman and be filled with the immense urge to treat her with the adoration she deserves but is denied from by the world and those around her. It's me. I'm girls.
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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3.1k+
Content: Sevika/Reader, established relationship, implied height difference, handcuffs, Sevika gets restrained so Reader can love on her a bit, lil’ bit of Sub!Sevika (so switch! too ig?), body worship, breast worship, fingering, cunnilingus, excessive kissing, there is so much kissing, knee grinding, pillow talk, clothed Reader, nude Sevika, Sevika orgasm, Reader orgasm, the L word, pretty sweet all around
Reader notes: AFAB genitalia, no specific pronouns used, no Y/N, nicknames used: “baby, brat, sweetheart”
Synopsis: Sevika comes home haggard and hungry for you, but luckily you’ve saved a special prize for such an occasion. In other words, you force Sevika to accept a little adoration via the help of handcuffs and you both have a great time.
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The door to your apartment shuts with a dull thud behind you.
"Sev?" You call out into the void.
You hear a chair scrape against the battered wooden floor and her cloaked shape emerges from a dark doorway, leaning against it wearily. You kick your shoes off and drop your things with haste.
"Oh, Sevika," you murmur sympathetically, hurrying to stand Infront of her. You scope her figure for any obvious wounds and find none, just the heavy weight of exhaustion in your girlfriend's eyes.
You look up at her, eyes wide with concern, and she nods her head with permission to wrap your arms around her. You're still cautious of any hidden bruises, but wrap your arms around her broad torso regardless.
Her hand, her metallic one, lifts to caress your spine with care. This isn't about you though, so you pull back a bit so you may reach a hand up to hold her cheek, your fingertips catching on the rough skin of her scarring. She leans into your touch, stormy eyes tired and falling on you.
She, in her endless wisdom regarding you, cuts you off before you even get a chance to speak. "I don't want to talk about it. Just want you," she says, kissing your palm.
Swallowing your inquiry, you smile up at her, still concerned but willing to wait to press if that's what she needs. You rise up and she lowers down, your lips meeting for the first time since that morning.
It feels as tired and aching she looks, a weary and tender exploration of each other's mouths. Of course, she begins to warm up a bit, capturing your mouth with her more typical domination and lust. She bites at your lip and you moan against hers, your palms splayed across her firm chest.
"Missed you," she murmurs solemnly, pulling away so she may guide you to bed.
You hum your mirrored sentiment and capture her lips again, licking against the small gap in her front teeth. The back of her calves knock against the frame of your bed and you give her a little shove. It'd never topple her outside of the bedroom, but here she falls back onto the bed with ease, looking up at you with a small chuckle. She still emanates exhaustion, but her eyes are a bit brighter than when you first glimpsed them, no doubt due to your presence.
The thought fills you with warmth, and you crawl on top of her, hovering above her lap as you kissed for a bit longer. Feeling her arms begin to shift so she may flip you over though, you pull back.
Her brow furrows in confusion, and you smile mischievously. "Ah ah ah," you tut, getting off the bed. "I need to grab something real quick." You laugh at the frustrated look on her face and scurry off before she can question you.
You pop into your closet, swipe your hand along a shelf and ah! There it is. You pull down a small box and pop it open, pulling out the pair of metal handcuffs you had stashed away. You had bought them weeks ago, way back when you won a rare game of cards against Sevika. Your prize? A night with her where you could use them.
They were a stronger model, meant for dangerous individuals; perfect for your girlfriend. They had been fitted with a soft liner, described for their comfort and safety for this kind of scenario.
Exiting your closest, you found Sevika lounging in bed wearing nothing but her underwear and sports bra, her eyes trained on you. You ignored her hungry gaze, instead fixing your own on her toned body, the muscles and scars that made up her form. You let out a whistle and she rolls her eyes, her gaze instead honing in on the object in your hand.
You watched in delight as her face shifted from confusion, to surprise, to a steely look directed squarely at you. You couldn't quite read what that last one meant, so you offered a feeble "I thought I might redeem my prize tonight but I'm happy to save it for another day if you-"
"S'fine," She interrupts, shifting on your bed. You sit down on the edge yourself.
“Really, Sev, we don’t have to tonight, I promise.”
“I said it was fine,” she says firmly, staring at you like she wants you to try and dissuade her again. “Now get over here,” she says next with a softer look on her face and an impatient tone to her voice. You gladly comply, crawling over to her again and humming against her mouth when she pulls you in for a kiss.
You remain on top for an extended period of time, a rarity in bed, and you grind and writhe on her lap as the two of you make out. You moan and whimper against her, mouth surely bruising with the intensity of it. Having your fill, you pull away, shaking the cuffs in the air playfully. She glares at you but you know it’s empty, she wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t want to.
She awkwardly holds her wrists out to you and you cuff the metallic one, slipping the cuffs over the gap in the headboard and gesturing for her to raise the other.
“Really? To the bed frame?” She asks, incredulously.
You shush her. “Don’t question my methods, I won this fair and square.”
She groans and raises her arm, her dark skin contrasting beautifully with the silver cuff when you clasp it. You give it a pull and tinker with it, adjusting it to better fit her.
“Does it feel alright?”
She shimmies it herself, seemingly satisfied. “S’fine.”
You lower yourself to hover on her lap once more. “You tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?”
She stares at you fondly, amused at your concern and the general notion of a cuff digging into your skin being the worst thing about her day. It was a big deal to you, at least, and she agrees.
You lean back a bit and admire the sight of her, splayed out for you. She seemed a little unsure of the scenario, but melts into your kiss nonetheless. “You look so good for me, Sev, so fucking pretty,” you praise, locking the mental picture of her handcuffed to your bed away in your mind forever.
She mumbles a ‘shut up’ against your lips and you ignore it, content to kiss your girlfriend without protest. Well, relative protest, because her arms kept yanking against the cuffs and you could tell she was getting impatient.
“C’mon baby,” she goads after biting your lip. “Just going to kiss me while I’m tied up here?”
You make a noise that implies you’re considering it and she nips your mouth again. Truthfully, when you had first bought the cuffs, you imagined bouncing on her strap or some other toy, having your fun while she was forced to watch, and then getting fucked silly when you released her from the cuffs.
Tonight though, after seeing the state she was in, a different scenario seemed more fitting.
You break the kiss, but don’t fully pull away. Instead, you kiss the corner of her mouth. Then, her jaw. You can feel her holding her breath, frozen as you kiss down her neck and lick at her collarbone. You hum in delight at the taste of her skin and she groans.
“C’mon, what’re you-“
You pull back to glare at her and she stills. “You said I could have my prize, don’t tell me you’re a sore loser,” you accuse dramatically. Your gaze softens, and you let her read in your eyes that it’s okay for her to tap out if she wants to.
You watch her throat bob before she shakes her head. “‘M not.”
“Good. Now where was I…” you lean down again, once more kissing down her neck and collarbone, mouthing over her scars. You also quit your hovering, gently seating yourself on her lap with your thighs spread on each side. You hear her hiss, not in a bad way but because she loved the weight of you on her lap. Had remarked on as much in the past.
Your hands trail up her sides, coming to rest atop her chest. Her dark bra, blessedly (considering her arms were cuffed), was the kind that unwrapped from the front. Your gently pull away the velco, letting the sides fall against her ribs. Her chest rose and fell in beautiful anticipation, her breasts heavy and nipples pebbling.
You cup each one in you hands, relishing in the give of her flesh. She makes a choked noise and you kiss her mouth, licking against her tongue as you begin to tweak her nipples. They were quite sensitive, you had quickly learned. So sensitive, in fact, that you barley got to touch them. She couldn’t pin your hands way now though.
Sighing against her lips, you watched with a reverence as her brow furrowed and her eyes clouded with arousal, arms tugging against her restraints. Her hips buck against you and you gasp, surprised at how quickly this was having an effect on her.
“Wow, I knew you were sensitive Sev, but this-“ you pinch her nipples and she arches off the bed. “Is something else,” you say, smiling up at her.
She glares down at you. “You won’t find it so amusing when I get my hands on you, brat.”
Any other day that statement would have your thighs clenching in anticipation, and it still happens right now to an extent, but the novelty of watching your girlfriend writhe under you lessens the threat.
You instead hum against the column of her throat, kissing down her torso until you latch onto a nipple. That elicits a curse from her, and you can’t help but grin. You swiftly find yourself lost in the taste of sweat and skin though, mind fogging as you lap and suck at your girlfriend’s tits.
Sevika’s chest is heaving by the time you pull away from her other nipple with a wet pop, and you admire your handiwork. You lock away the mental image of her chest soaked in your spit and covered in your marks, because you doubt you’ll be getting this opportunity again anytime soon. You lick your lips and resume your path, shifting between her legs so you may kiss down her sternum to her belly.
“Fuck,” she croaks, recovering from then onslaught. “What’re you playing at here?”
Your gaze darts up to her face.
“I,” you begin, innocently staring up at her as you place a kiss above her belly button, “am simply trying to show my girlfriend,” then a kiss just below it, “how amazing, strong, smart, and wonderful I think she is.” You punctuate each descriptor with another kiss.
She scoffs at you. “By drooling on my tits?”
You blush. “Okay, that part was kind of for me, but you can’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.” You accentuate your point by pressing a hand against her crotch, theory confirmed by the damp fabric you’re met with. She swallows loudly at the sensation.
Your hands trace up her thighs and you tug on the fabric of her briefs, gently pulling them down her legs and deposisiting them on the floor.
“Oh, baby,” you coo, lowering yourself on your stomach so you can fully see how fucking wet she is for you. Her thick thighs frame your shoulders, and you feel them tense around you. Your breath is hot on her damp curls, making her shudder.
“Fuck,” she curses, making you pull back to see her expression. Brow furrowed, mouth open, chest heaving- you wonder if this is how she feels staring at you. She’s gorgeous, she always is, but especially so when she looks so affected by you.
You pull yourself up and kiss her, hands framing her face and palming through her dark hair. Her name is murmured like a prayer against her lips and you catch yours on her tongue too when you aren’t choking on it, breath stolen by the intensity of it. The headboard creaks but you barley notice, blood roaring in your ears.
You pull away and she looks delectable, face flushed and eyes cloudy. You’ve never seen her like this before and it makes your head spin, heart racing to catch up. You press one more kiss upon her lips, pulling away before she can people kiss back.
“I love you Sevika, you know that, right?”
Your confession catches her off guard, her head slow and thoughts thick like she so often leaves yours. “Yeah,” she croaks, voice hoarse. “Course I do.” Then, quieter, “love you too.”
You smile against her neck, already slinking down to resume your position between her thighs. “Good.” You state simply, thumbs brushing over her hipbones. “Just gonna make sure you know, okay? Want to make sure you feel how much I appreciate you and everything you do.”
You see the first syllable of ‘what?’ begin to pull on her lips and you stop her by burying your face against her groin and mouthing at her clit. She jolts against you, electric, and you lap and suck at her like your life depends on it. You almost miss the grip of her hand on your scalp when you usually go down on her, but the replacement of her thighs clenching around your head wasn’t bad either.
She was insanely wet, and you eagerly lap up what you can of her slick. Her heady taste never failed to drive you crazy, and you were rewarded by even more each time your tongue swipes against her. Sevika must’ve been reciting every swear and curse ever uttered from above you, louder than you’d ever heard her before.
Adjusting the best you could squeezed between her legs, you maneuvered one hand under your body to prod her entrance, two fingers slipping in with ease.
She moans your name at that, followed by a string of more curses. You smile, lapping and sucking at her clit while your fingers pump inside of her. It was a little too cramped for the range of movement you might’ve preferred, but she didn’t seem to mind much if her thrashing was anything to go by.
You slip in another finger and she clenches, hard, and you know she won’t last much longer. Your mouth is getting sore but you continue, keeping on her clit as it throbs and pulses.
“Fuck, FUCK,” She’s loud when she cums, but you’d know even if you were deaf with the way she’s squeezing and throbbing. She writhes and squirms through it, orgasm stretching long as you languidly thrust and lick while she comes down. Her thighs fall open, limp, and you take that as a sign to let off her. Your face and chin are drenched, and your arm and wrist are cramped as you pull them out from under you.
She’s panting, head thrown back and chest heaving, eyes unfocused and far away. You gingerly sit on her lap once more, licking the slick off your hand before kissing up her neck and cradling her face. Her eyes turn to you, focusing. You don’t get a chance to swoon at their beauty like you were anticipating, instead recoiling when her head jerks forward to kiss you.
It’s sloppy. It’s sweet. It’s appreciative, the way she kisses you. You return it with pleasure.
Suddenly, her hands are on your waist. Your eyes fly open as you are forced under her, flipped around to lie on your back. She’s on you in an instant, propping herself up on her elbows as she kisses you like she’s starved for it.
“Sevika!” You yelp, but she ignores you, rather intent on demolishing your face with hers. One of her knees, planted between your thighs, grinds against your still clothes cunt and you gasp, oblivious to how wet you had gotten. It’s harsh the way she presses against you, and it has tears pricking your eyes with how good it feels. You fling your arms around her back as you cum, nails digging in from the lightning fast intensity of your orgasm, moans still muffled by her mouth.
You whimper against her lips and she relents, pulling away her knee and mouth from you.
She stares down at you, grey eyes soft and warm. Your noses are touching you’re so close, and she again cuts you off before you can speak. She sits back and reveals her free bionic hand. The palm and fingers had been compacted together, but they expand to normal hand configuration so it might unclip the remaining cuff and remove her bra.
“You!” You exclaim, incredulous. “How long have you?” Your sentence stilts in disbelief and she falls back on you with a whump once the cuffs are fully off her. Your breath whooshes out of your chest despite the fact she’s only halfway on top of you, and you shimmy out from under her so you can flip on your side to face her.
Her knee is hiked over your hip and she pulls you close, capturing your lips gently while her metallic fingers cradle your chin.
“Did you-“ you ask once she pulls back. “-Could you do that the whole time?”
She smirks back at you and you huff.
“Don’t be petulant,” she chides, metal finger tracing your scalp. “Only slipped it off once you had your fun.”
While you wished she hadn’t slipped out at all, the thought of her choosing to stay cuffed on her own was a little nice, to be honest. She chuckles at you and you meet her eyes, melting into their gray pools.
“Did you…” Like it? Enjoy it? Feel good? You weren’t sure what to ask, but she knew that already.
Warmth blooms in your chest and you make a happy noise, cuddling into her. “Good, I’m glad.” Her chin tucks on top of yours. “You deserve to feel good.”
You feel her chest reverberate when she speaks. “… I always do when I’m with you.”
You hold each other in silence for a while before you ask, “So… can I use the cuffs on you again sometime soon?”
She barks out a laugh, tilting your head back so you make eye contact. “Sweetheart, the next time you see those cuffs they’re going on you.” She delights in the way you shudder. “I may not be a sore loser, but I always go for a rematch,” she says darkly, and you know she means it.
Oh well, at least you put her into a better mood than she was in before. She eventually pulls you back against her chest and kisses your hair, a long day and eventful evening catching up to the both of you. You curl against her collarbone and inhale her scent, content with what you accomplished that night.
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Me after writing fictional lesbian smut 3 days in a row: “yeah I’m pretty normal about Arcane women I think”.
AN: This baby got everything! Smut, fluff, angst, comfort, top Sevika, BOTTOM Sevika. I basically had an idea and this is the result. I want to apologize for it being super long and not having a cut because I’m posting from my phone 🙃 Happy reading sailors!
“Just keep on riding Daddy’s strap, princess. You look like a work of art.”
The position could be seen as quite comical, Sevika’s lower half hanging off of the couch while the upper half was being held up by said couch. She had the cockiest smile on her face as she smoked one of her cigarillos. You were a whimpering pathetic mess trying to get yourself off on one of her larger straps. Per her request of course.
Your eyes were crushed closed, barely able to open them through your arousal. Every now and then you’d look down to see Sevika still smug, looking at you like you were a meal of meat made for a wolf. Your hips continued to gyrate on her lap, every thrust jolted Sevika in the spot she lounged in. Her topless chest jostled in time with your movements. She herself was a sight.
One of your hands moved away from trying to hold yourself up and snaked up to palm at the soft flesh. Your face gave yourself away at how plush her breast felt under your skin, the other hand following quickly behind to palm at the other. She just giggled watching you toy with her chest while trying to get yourself off on her. Her larger hands came over your own and squeezed tight giving you that silent permission to be more rough with her.
You swore you could’ve climaxed on the spot. Your pacing became quicker and unsteady as her legs held up your position on her hips. Your palms pressed into the soft mounds more, letting your fingers tease her nipples before going back to your rough gripping. Her pupils were blown wide staring at you. Your ministrations on her chest made a moan slip passed her lips. You were making her feel so good, she had to keep her control lest she flip you over and take you herself.
But she liked watching you ride your pleasure on her lap while she sat around lazily. She liked watching you moan and whimper and wiggle about her lap while she smoked or drank. And when the two of you were done and she paid for her time, she would go home and touch herself to the new material you gave her. She’d touch herself the same way she wished she could touch you. All rough and bruising. Teetering the line of pleasure and pain. She craved to leave lasting marks and bruises upon your delicate skin, but that would put you out of work. People liked the idea of their favorite girls being “untouched”. Just the thought of some cretin coming in behind her and putting their hands all of the girl she lo—…liked, lit a whole new fire inside Sevika. She felt compelled to claim. This was the name of the game though wasn’t it? She paid handsomely for the one girl she had a feeling for, go home alone, fall asleep, and do it all again another day.
Sevika’s nostrils flared, a look on her face something akin to stoic annoyance took the place of the smugness she felt before her mind started to wander. Her rough hands grabbed your waist to pull your body against hers as the two of you collided halfway. She picked you up with wild divine strength before falling on top of you on the couch. Maybe you looked at her a little shocked but she was quick to wipe it away as her hips slammed down against yours. She looked rough and angry deep in thought. As if she could fuck every feeling she had about you away. Both of her large hands gripped the cushion by your head as her hips hammered into you rough and fast. That sweet climax was coming quicker than it was when you were in control. The feeling of her strap hitting your g-spot over and over had you seeing stars before you knew it. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, fast and hard. Her hips didn’t stop and it was growing to be too much for you.
“S-sevika please. I-I-I can’t t-take, uhn.”
It was finally your begging that got her hips to slow to a stop. Her breathing was heavy with sweat falling from her face. She stayed staring at you as she attempted to catch her breath. You too were breathing heavy, eyes completely closed, hair messed from Sevika fucking you into the couch. You looked like such a sight. Beautiful, glowing. Subconsciously, her flesh hand moved to cup your cheek. Calloused thumb rubbing the apples of your reddened skin. She swore to herself she’d never find anyone that made her feel the way you did.
The peace had to end at some point though. Sevika slowly slipped out from between your legs. The feeling of the toy leaving you made you wince with the loss of pressure, once again leaving you empty. Carefully you sat up and watch as Sevika walked from one end of the room to the other, gathering clothes and bags. You noticed the look on her face and how slow she moved. Like she didn’t want this to end. Like the inevitability of her having to go back to work and you having to…also go back to work was the last thing she wanted to happen. Shoulders slumped and feet trudging, made this 6ft woman look so small.
Your bottom lip jutted with a pout while you watched her. Your own personal kicked puppy.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
The question just slipped from your lips. Maybe if you sounded like you anticipated on seeing her again it would make her perk up. And it did kind of. She turned to look at you. Now with pants covering her bottom half, she spoke before she slid on her shirt.
“Do you want to?”
Her voice even sounded small. You wondered what had gotten into her.
“Yeah, I would like to.”
Her lips quirked up at your answer.
“Alright, I’ll be back tomorrow then.”
“Alright…”
She finished getting dressed and walked back to where you were still sat. Her grey eyes twinkled in the light coming from your window. She just stood looking at you for a moment before she leaned down to give you a parting kiss to your cheek. Then, she left, leaving no trace of her presence other than a strange feeling of longing and the ghosting pressure of her lips where they pressed to your face.
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Sevika nearly forgot that she said she would be seeing you again so soon. Sometimes, a couple days would go by before she got the time to visit again. Today had not been fruitful as far as work went which Sevika was almost grateful for. It made the day pass by slow, but it also allowed her the possibility to go back to the brothel.
As she made her way out of the Last Drop, Ran stopped her by the door.
“Off to see your little girlfriend?”
They chuckled at their own joke. Only Ran knew that Sevika visited one person every time she went to Babette’s. Everyone else just thought Sevika couldn’t be tied down to anything serious. That she was going just for the release. She never questioned how Ran knew about her tryst, but she didn’t have to really. They always kept their mouth closed when it came to personal information about Sevika. She just rolled her eyes as she made her way passed Ran and scoffed.
“Give me a call if anything goes down alright?”
Ran just nodded and walked deeper into the Last Drop.
Sevika made her way through the streets with a quick and practiced pace. She’d been internally excited to see you all day. Her palms were all sweaty and shook with a new nervousness. Her mind swam with the wonder of if you’d be excited to see her as well. Would your eyes light up when you saw her? Would you run to her and pull her close to your body in a warm hug? You were always so warm and so soft. So damn soft.
She shook the thoughts from her mind as she entered, walking briskly to your room at the back of the hallway. It was your giggling that made her stop. Maybe it was nothing. God she hoped it was nothing. A brand new nervous feeling began to wash over her. She was starting to breathe heavier now. She took lighter steps to your room to hide her presence. Kept her ears open to hear that she was right and it was just nothing, but she was very wrong.
When she rounded the threshold, she saw you sitting on the couch, you looked ethereal in a white and gold sheer outfit. The only parts not see through were the bits coving your chest and the space between your thighs. Your arm was draped over the back of the couch talking and laughing with someone. The damn gorgeous smile that lit the fire in Sevika’s cold heart. The other person, a man, most likely a client, was talking on and on about something Sevika had long blocked out from her ears. She began to seethe when she watched his hand come up to run along your thighs. His eyes would dart back and forth between your eyes and your body. Looking at you like an object, something perishable to him.
All Sevika saw was red. How dare he touch you without an ounce of respect. As if on autopilot, she stormed into the room and grabbed the man away from you.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”
“Sevika!! Put him down!”
You tried to get her to let go but she wouldn’t listen. She threw the man against the farthest wall hearing a loud thud from where his head hit the wall.
“Sevika! Stop please!”
She stomped over to his curled up body putting her boot against his head to squish him into the ground.
“If I catch you anywhere near this brothel, I’ll remove your head.”
Sevika seethed toward the man, voice low and menacing. Blood snot and tears fell from his face to the floor as he babbled for mercy. When she finally released her foot, the pathetic man scrambled out the room crying the whole way. Anger permeated off of Sevika’s body, effectively suffocating the room. She stared down at the spot the man was just subdued, trying to control her breathing. When she finally turned her eyes looked wild. You had never seen her so angry like this. You knew she could be a brute but it had always been something you never hoped to see.
“What the fuck was that, huh?”
She finally spoke to you and that was the first thing she says? Accusation lacing her words.
“That was a client, Sevika! You just lost me money I could have made.”
“Tch, whatever he was going to pay I’ll triple it.”
She was acting like this was just about you making money but it was deeper than that, she was ruining any potential customers from coming in. Her outburst could put a damper on all future clients from coming to see you. If you stopped making money at Babette’s, you could be forced back into the streets, somewhere you’d never end up again.
“It’s not about the fucking money, Sevika! What if he tells everyone about what you did? You know how much that could hurt me? I work here, I live here, and if I stop getting business then there’s no use for me to be here anymore!”
“I could take care of you! I would take care of you! I’ve been trying to get you to see that!”
“Trying?? Trying how? By only seeing me at work? Only coming in to sleep with me like the rest of the customers that walk through here? Or did you think that I could read your mind through your strap? Tell me Sevika, when was the last time you bothered to try to see me outside of the brothel? I’ll wait.”
Sevika was stuck in a stunned silence. She couldn’t answer that. She had been secretly and silently pining after you for years. But what could she say now? That she hoped you would fall in love with her the way she fell for you? Come to think of it she never gave you anything to fall in love with. She just gave you mind blowing orgasms, continuous time, and a lot of money. She didn’t treat you any differently than any other customer. She was just another one of them. And that hurt more than any punch to the face. She did nothing to stand out to you and so she didn’t.
“I-I never tried to see you outside of these walls…”
She finally mustered out of the depths of her lungs to breathe out that answer she finally came to the conclusion to.
“And why is that Sevika?…”
The taller woman shrugged. She both knew and didn’t know why she never bothered. The fear of rejection weighed heavy on her shoulders. Sevika had never been rejected before, even by you. Whenever she wanted to see you, you always welcomed her in. Waiting patiently. You never rejected any advance, kiss, touch. You allowed her to do almost anything she wanted. But you also allowed anyone else to do what they wanted right? Had it been so easy to not reject her due to the need for money? Had you even rejected others with what they wanted? She didn’t know, and it was the fear of not knowing that bothered her. She didn’t know if you would reject seeing her for a drink or a walk.
“I was scared.”
Your eyes widened.
“Scared of what?”
“I was scared that this would be the only way you would want me…”
She was refusing to look at you now. She felt embarrassed for now realizing that everything she did was an assumption. That she had never voiced her want for anything else other than a fuck. She was disappointed in herself for now realizing that she had been using you the entire time when she wanted literally anything else. She had ruined everything in assuming.
“I can’t say I’m not hurt because I am. I wanted you, and I still do. And I’m confused because you never gave me the time of day. This is the first I’m hearing of your feelings. But this is also the first you’re hearing of mine. So I’m going to ask you this once and only once, okay?”
It was Sevika’s turn to be shocked by everything you’re saying. She had no clue and she probably wouldn’t if she never beat that poor man the way she did. If she had never barged her way in and let her anger fuel her fire.
“Would you like to see me sometime? Outside of the brothel? Just us?”
~
When she arrived at your door, Sevika’s nerves grew stronger. You had propositioned for seeing her away from work more often to which she enthusiastically obliged. It was just the feeling she couldn’t get rid of. She wanted to make a good impression, a second one any way. She knew you already liked her she just had to keep it that way. Sevika wasn’t exactly known for being a conversation keeper either. Gods she was fucked wasn’t she?
Her metallic hand came up to knock against the door. When it opened she saw you with new eyes. She never got this. She never got baggy shirt, loose shorts, cute homely you. And Gods was she happy that she did. The sight of you that wasn’t dolled up to keep up appearances was one that Sevika would treasure until her dying days. You moved out the way to invite her in but all she could do was keep her eyes trained on you. It made you giggle at the strange awestruck look on her face.
“See something you like?” You spoke while wiggling your eyebrows.
“Yeah, uhm yes. I do. You, uh, you look cute.”
“Hmm, just cute?”
“I-is that the wrong word?”
You giggled once more at her stumbling. It sounded like heaven to the taller woman’s ears.
“I’m just joking with you ‘Vika. Come with me, I picked a movie for us.”
As Sevika fought to not stare so much at you, it was now your turn to take in the way she looked. Ripped pants, black boots, a cropped black shirt that showed off her muscular abs. She looked delicious in the best way, but you were supposed to be getting to know each other more personally. If there was anyway more personal than intimacy that is. You had to bite back your thoughts of just jumping her then and there.
“So what all do you like to do when you’re not working?”
Maybe some small talk could aid in distracting you.
“Uh, not much I guess, play cards, beat up guys for Silco, see you.”
Her last answer made you blush. She liked seeing you, huh?
You took a spot on the couch and watched as she sat down after you. She looked so far away, she needed to be closer. You laid your legs across her lap and snuggled your head purposefully under her arm, causing her to drape it around your shoulders. You pressed play on the movie but you were determined to know more about her. As the air of awkwardness subsided, the two of you shred more about the other. She talk about her childhood but only a little. Much of it she couldn’t remember but she made sure to tell you the good things that she could. She told you all about the trouble she got into in her teen and early adult years, funny stories about how she almost got caught way too many times trying to steal food. She told you her favorite color and how she doesn’t listen to music a lot but she likes it sometimes.
You confided into her about your own childhood as well, how you didn’t really do much but ventured outside of Zaun many times to see the flowers that could grow outside of a place that contained multitudes of people. You craved the solitary like oxygen but also wouldn’t mind sharing your solitary with at least one other. You told Sevika how you never really let people come over, she was the first to see your little home.
Sevika listened the whole time to your stories but the feeling of your soft hand drawing paths up and down her flesh arm would distract her from time to time. Her eyes laser focused on your lips as you spoke. They were so pink and soft. There were several times when you spoke that she wished she could kiss you quiet. But that would have been rude of her. The hand that had been running up and down her arm moved to her face, drawing her closer. Sevika looked deeply into the pools of your eyes before shooting down to your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. How long was she supposed to keep this control exactly?
Suddenly, your lips were against hers and Sevika never realized until then just how hungry she was. She deepened the kiss, pushing against you, tongue begging for entrance. You allowed her in just as you did your home and oh how delicious you tasted in her mouth. Wet muscle sliding along wet muscle, Sevika swore to whoever would listen that she could spend lifetimes just kissing you and still be fulfilled. The arm that was draped around your shoulders pulled you closer until you eventually just opted to sit up and straddle her lap. The new position only gave you a tiny bit of leverage over her head but not very much.
Your touch was erratic, hands ran from shoulders to her neck, her hair, her stomach, her arms. You wanted to touch everywhere all at once, it just wasn’t enough. Sevika’s metal hand stayed cupping your ass so the cold appendage didn’t chill your soft skin while her flesh hand that, almost always stayed warm, slid up the inside of your shirt to caress your bare back. The feeling of your lips moving with hers, was beginning to make the brunette feel something. She grew wet at just the feel from you. The feeling of your heat getting hotter against her. Her head was spinning. Then it all stopped.
“Lay down.”
It took her brain a minute to catch up properly.
“What?”
“Lay down for me please?”
Sevika’s eyes darted back and forth between your own, searching for some kind of sign that this was indeed what you wanted because she sure as hell did. The corners of your lips quirked in a smirk as you watched her slowly slide to lay back against the cushions. Your hands slid down slowly toward the bottom of your shirt, fingers curling around the edges before pulling the top off completely. All soft curves and smooth skin, no bra to confine your chest. Steel grey eyes blew wide like it was the first time seeing you like this. In a way it was. You weren’t putting on a show, weren’t trying to impress her or get her money. You were just you. Serene and quiet and peacefully lonely you.
Her fingers twitched with the need to feel, but she wasn’t sure if she was allowed that privilege. Instead her shaky hands came up to her own cropped top, revealing the same parts of her body that you just showed to her. She felt it was only fair to meet you piece by piece you were willing to open up to you. She studied your face, the way you bit back your bottom lip at the sight of her musculature. She noticed your chest rise and fall much more deep than you had prior. Pupils completely blown at this point. Your hands fell to Sevika’s hips and moved up the divots and creases of her stomach before stilling just under her breasts. Your hands felt feather light and so gods damn soft. You reveled at how Sevika’s own body felt just as soft. Even though her muscles were rock hard the flesh that covered them was smooth, it made you itch to kiss every inch.
The movie had long ended, room silent save for the sound of both of you breathing heavily. The air around the two of you sizzling with wild electricity. Suddenly with a snap the two of you surged together, lips crashing in messy and hungry kisses. Hands not knowing where to fly until yours forcefully pushed back on Sevika’s shoulders to lay her down once more. She plopped back with an ‘umf’, your tongue using the surprise to slide in against hers. Your nails clawing down the front of her chest and stomach as hers gripped the back of your head and thigh. Your body moved on its own as your hips grinded down against hers. Every down stroke pulled a little moan out of Sevika’s mouth for you to swallow.
You wanted to feel more, needed to feel more. All over everywhere. You wanted her to surround you. To cover your body in her taste and her scent and her touch. No part of you would be satisfied until you could mold yourself to her. Her pants were haphazardly unbuttoned and pulled down, getting caught at her ankles. She finally chuckled and moved to help after the two frustrated groans back to back against her lips. The two of you never separated for a second. Air be damned. Once the lower half of her body was exposed you hands flew to the top of her thighs close to the space between her legs. The amount of skin under your hands had perplexed you enough to get you to finally pull away and look down.
Her face flushed in near embarrassment while yours blushed at the sight. She didn’t wear any underwear. Of course she’d go commando. It was enough to light a new fire. You looked down right starving at the sight of her drenched cunt presented before you. Your mouth was salivating at being presented with Sevika’s fully nude form under you, begging you, enticing you. You looked up into her eyes while one of your hands slid up to cup her drenched center. Sevika inhaled sharply at the contact. The warm feather light touch made butterflies flutter in her stomach. You held eye contact while your middle finger circled around her clit before diving down to collect some of her wetness and repeating the circles once more. She tried to keep her eyes open but the feeling was too good. She went back and forth between watching you work between her thighs and sinking her head back into the cushions eyes squeezing shut. You made her whole body feel like putty.
Just as Sevika had finally gotten use to your teasing, you let two fingers plunge into her aching cunt. Her soft walls felt tight around your digits. She moaned out a long utterance of your name, both of her hands gripping the couch in a vice. You kept your fingers nestled inside of her and moved so that you hovered over her face to face. She looked something magical. A light cover of sweat permeating on her forehead, chest heaving, eyes unfocused. She would interchange between moaning and whimpering especially when your fingers would curl up against that spot inside her. Her thighs trembled as you fucked her so slowly but so deeply. Sevika doubted she would ever reach heaven but this had to be as close as she would get.
“P-please…”
“Please what? Use your big girl words, baby.”
She moaned louder at your taunting.
“Please…kiss me, fuck me…w-wanna feel you close.”
Your fingers picked up their pace taking in her facial expressions one last time before your lips found hers. The kiss was sloppy on her part, saliva dribbling out the corner of her mouth from her being unable to stop moaning out for you. She couldn’t swallow, hell she couldn’t even think properly. Your fingers felt so good inside of her, dragging along her walls. The wet sound of her cunt echoing around the room. The sound utterly pornographic. She was writhing against the cushions, unable to hold still due to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Pulling away from her lips, you mouth sought out a breast. Her flesh was soft against your face. Tongue swirled around her nipple to make her bud harden. You teased her switching between soft licks and little bites. She was so sensitive, the ministrations from your mouth was bringing her closer to the edge. You could feel her walls squeeze your fingers. The pulsing was growing more constant. She was about to cum and you were going to make her dive head first into her ecstasy.
Sevika was screaming your name now, eyes completely glassy and unfocused. The only thing she could think about was how strongly she was going to spill over. The feeling building up like a rollercoaster. Her breathing was shallow now not able to keep up. The last three pumps of your fingers against her g-spot made Sevika see white. Her orgasm erupted through her body taking over every bit. She screamed at the top of her lungs twisting under you, not sure if she wanted to get away from your fingers or keep them buried inside of her forever. She knew for certain that her thighs were drenched, most likely also your couch, but she didn’t expect the sight of your arm coming away with cum dripping down. No one had ever bothered to stimulate her like this, not to mention enough to make her squirt.
She felt blissed out and satisfied. Utterly loving that she decided to follow through with seeing you. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, but when you got up, it made her stomach sink.
“Wait, where are you going?”
You could hear the sadness in her voice, you almost cooed at her like a little puppy.
“Don’t fret babylove, I’m just going get some towels to clean up, then we can lay down for a bit. Maybe actually watch that movie this time.”
She could hear the lightness as you spoke. Reassuring her that you’d be back. Easing that beast inside of her that almost thought you were running from her. She laid back down as she watched you pad off to what must have been your bedroom. Still naked and sprawled out on the couch, Sevika allowed her eyes to close for a minute, coming back down to Earth. Taking in the fact that she was here, finally here, in your place. Where she secretly always longed to be. Not too long later you came back and kneeled next to the couch. Sevika was still sensitive, wincing as you brought the wet cloth between her thighs and around her legs. The, you wiped the wetness dry with a big fluffy towel.
Once you had finished, you scooted down to be face to face with Sevika. You just stared into those big beautiful grey eyes, admiring her face and the bright blue scars. Toying with her hair a bit. Until you finally leaned down to scatter kisses all over her face. At first, Sevika was slightly annoyed maybe but then she started to giggle. Infectious laughter gracing the room with you obsessively kissing over her face.
“Movie time?”
She nodded.
“Movie time.”
You crawled atop her and placed your head on her chest. Finally content and laying to rest on your big softie. You silently hoped that there would be many more days like this one.
AN: This baby got everything! Smut, fluff, angst, comfort, top Sevika, BOTTOM Sevika. I basically had an idea and this is the result. I want to apologize for it being super long and not having a cut because I’m posting from my phone 🙃 Happy reading sailors!
“Just keep on riding Daddy’s strap, princess. You look like a work of art.”
The position could be seen as quite comical, Sevika’s lower half hanging off of the couch while the upper half was being held up by said couch. She had the cockiest smile on her face as she smoked one of her cigarillos. You were a whimpering pathetic mess trying to get yourself off on one of her larger straps. Per her request of course.
Your eyes were crushed closed, barely able to open them through your arousal. Every now and then you’d look down to see Sevika still smug, looking at you like you were a meal of meat made for a wolf. Your hips continued to gyrate on her lap, every thrust jolted Sevika in the spot she lounged in. Her topless chest jostled in time with your movements. She herself was a sight.
One of your hands moved away from trying to hold yourself up and snaked up to palm at the soft flesh. Your face gave yourself away at how plush her breast felt under your skin, the other hand following quickly behind to palm at the other. She just giggled watching you toy with her chest while trying to get yourself off on her. Her larger hands came over your own and squeezed tight giving you that silent permission to be more rough with her.
You swore you could’ve climaxed on the spot. Your pacing became quicker and unsteady as her legs held up your position on her hips. Your palms pressed into the soft mounds more, letting your fingers tease her nipples before going back to your rough gripping. Her pupils were blown wide staring at you. Your ministrations on her chest made a moan slip passed her lips. You were making her feel so good, she had to keep her control lest she flip you over and take you herself.
But she liked watching you ride your pleasure on her lap while she sat around lazily. She liked watching you moan and whimper and wiggle about her lap while she smoked or drank. And when the two of you were done and she paid for her time, she would go home and touch herself to the new material you gave her. She’d touch herself the same way she wished she could touch you. All rough and bruising. Teetering the line of pleasure and pain. She craved to leave lasting marks and bruises upon your delicate skin, but that would put you out of work. People liked the idea of their favorite girls being “untouched”. Just the thought of some cretin coming in behind her and putting their hands all of the girl she lo—…liked, lit a whole new fire inside Sevika. She felt compelled to claim. This was the name of the game though wasn’t it? She paid handsomely for the one girl she had a feeling for, go home alone, fall asleep, and do it all again another day.
Sevika’s nostrils flared, a look on her face something akin to stoic annoyance took the place of the smugness she felt before her mind started to wander. Her rough hands grabbed your waist to pull your body against hers as the two of you collided halfway. She picked you up with wild divine strength before falling on top of you on the couch. Maybe you looked at her a little shocked but she was quick to wipe it away as her hips slammed down against yours. She looked rough and angry deep in thought. As if she could fuck every feeling she had about you away. Both of her large hands gripped the cushion by your head as her hips hammered into you rough and fast. That sweet climax was coming quicker than it was when you were in control. The feeling of her strap hitting your g-spot over and over had you seeing stars before you knew it. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, fast and hard. Her hips didn’t stop and it was growing to be too much for you.
“S-sevika please. I-I-I can’t t-take, uhn.”
It was finally your begging that got her hips to slow to a stop. Her breathing was heavy with sweat falling from her face. She stayed staring at you as she attempted to catch her breath. You too were breathing heavy, eyes completely closed, hair messed from Sevika fucking you into the couch. You looked like such a sight. Beautiful, glowing. Subconsciously, her flesh hand moved to cup your cheek. Calloused thumb rubbing the apples of your reddened skin. She swore to herself she’d never find anyone that made her feel the way you did.
The peace had to end at some point though. Sevika slowly slipped out from between your legs. The feeling of the toy leaving you made you wince with the loss of pressure, once again leaving you empty. Carefully you sat up and watch as Sevika walked from one end of the room to the other, gathering clothes and bags. You noticed the look on her face and how slow she moved. Like she didn’t want this to end. Like the inevitability of her having to go back to work and you having to…also go back to work was the last thing she wanted to happen. Shoulders slumped and feet trudging, made this 6ft woman look so small.
Your bottom lip jutted with a pout while you watched her. Your own personal kicked puppy.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
The question just slipped from your lips. Maybe if you sounded like you anticipated on seeing her again it would make her perk up. And it did kind of. She turned to look at you. Now with pants covering her bottom half, she spoke before she slid on her shirt.
“Do you want to?”
Her voice even sounded small. You wondered what had gotten into her.
“Yeah, I would like to.”
Her lips quirked up at your answer.
“Alright, I’ll be back tomorrow then.”
“Alright…”
She finished getting dressed and walked back to where you were still sat. Her grey eyes twinkled in the light coming from your window. She just stood looking at you for a moment before she leaned down to give you a parting kiss to your cheek. Then, she left, leaving no trace of her presence other than a strange feeling of longing and the ghosting pressure of her lips where they pressed to your face.
~
Sevika nearly forgot that she said she would be seeing you again so soon. Sometimes, a couple days would go by before she got the time to visit again. Today had not been fruitful as far as work went which Sevika was almost grateful for. It made the day pass by slow, but it also allowed her the possibility to go back to the brothel.
As she made her way out of the Last Drop, Ran stopped her by the door.
“Off to see your little girlfriend?”
They chuckled at their own joke. Only Ran knew that Sevika visited one person every time she went to Babette’s. Everyone else just thought Sevika couldn’t be tied down to anything serious. That she was going just for the release. She never questioned how Ran knew about her tryst, but she didn’t have to really. They always kept their mouth closed when it came to personal information about Sevika. She just rolled her eyes as she made her way passed Ran and scoffed.
“Give me a call if anything goes down alright?”
Ran just nodded and walked deeper into the Last Drop.
Sevika made her way through the streets with a quick and practiced pace. She’d been internally excited to see you all day. Her palms were all sweaty and shook with a new nervousness. Her mind swam with the wonder of if you’d be excited to see her as well. Would your eyes light up when you saw her? Would you run to her and pull her close to your body in a warm hug? You were always so warm and so soft. So damn soft.
She shook the thoughts from her mind as she entered, walking briskly to your room at the back of the hallway. It was your giggling that made her stop. Maybe it was nothing. God she hoped it was nothing. A brand new nervous feeling began to wash over her. She was starting to breathe heavier now. She took lighter steps to your room to hide her presence. Kept her ears open to hear that she was right and it was just nothing, but she was very wrong.
When she rounded the threshold, she saw you sitting on the couch, you looked ethereal in a white and gold sheer outfit. The only parts not see through were the bits coving your chest and the space between your thighs. Your arm was draped over the back of the couch talking and laughing with someone. The damn gorgeous smile that lit the fire in Sevika’s cold heart. The other person, a man, most likely a client, was talking on and on about something Sevika had long blocked out from her ears. She began to seethe when she watched his hand come up to run along your thighs. His eyes would dart back and forth between your eyes and your body. Looking at you like an object, something perishable to him.
All Sevika saw was red. How dare he touch you without an ounce of respect. As if on autopilot, she stormed into the room and grabbed the man away from you.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”
“Sevika!! Put him down!”
You tried to get her to let go but she wouldn’t listen. She threw the man against the farthest wall hearing a loud thud from where his head hit the wall.
“Sevika! Stop please!”
She stomped over to his curled up body putting her boot against his head to squish him into the ground.
“If I catch you anywhere near this brothel, I’ll remove your head.”
Sevika seethed toward the man, voice low and menacing. Blood snot and tears fell from his face to the floor as he babbled for mercy. When she finally released her foot, the pathetic man scrambled out the room crying the whole way. Anger permeated off of Sevika’s body, effectively suffocating the room. She stared down at the spot the man was just subdued, trying to control her breathing. When she finally turned her eyes looked wild. You had never seen her so angry like this. You knew she could be a brute but it had always been something you never hoped to see.
“What the fuck was that, huh?”
She finally spoke to you and that was the first thing she says? Accusation lacing her words.
“That was a client, Sevika! You just lost me money I could have made.”
“Tch, whatever he was going to pay I’ll triple it.”
She was acting like this was just about you making money but it was deeper than that, she was ruining any potential customers from coming in. Her outburst could put a damper on all future clients from coming to see you. If you stopped making money at Babette’s, you could be forced back into the streets, somewhere you’d never end up again.
“It’s not about the fucking money, Sevika! What if he tells everyone about what you did? You know how much that could hurt me? I work here, I live here, and if I stop getting business then there’s no use for me to be here anymore!”
“I could take care of you! I would take care of you! I’ve been trying to get you to see that!”
“Trying?? Trying how? By only seeing me at work? Only coming in to sleep with me like the rest of the customers that walk through here? Or did you think that I could read your mind through your strap? Tell me Sevika, when was the last time you bothered to try to see me outside of the brothel? I’ll wait.”
Sevika was stuck in a stunned silence. She couldn’t answer that. She had been secretly and silently pining after you for years. But what could she say now? That she hoped you would fall in love with her the way she fell for you? Come to think of it she never gave you anything to fall in love with. She just gave you mind blowing orgasms, continuous time, and a lot of money. She didn’t treat you any differently than any other customer. She was just another one of them. And that hurt more than any punch to the face. She did nothing to stand out to you and so she didn’t.
“I-I never tried to see you outside of these walls…”
She finally mustered out of the depths of her lungs to breathe out that answer she finally came to the conclusion to.
“And why is that Sevika?…”
The taller woman shrugged. She both knew and didn’t know why she never bothered. The fear of rejection weighed heavy on her shoulders. Sevika had never been rejected before, even by you. Whenever she wanted to see you, you always welcomed her in. Waiting patiently. You never rejected any advance, kiss, touch. You allowed her to do almost anything she wanted. But you also allowed anyone else to do what they wanted right? Had it been so easy to not reject her due to the need for money? Had you even rejected others with what they wanted? She didn’t know, and it was the fear of not knowing that bothered her. She didn’t know if you would reject seeing her for a drink or a walk.
“I was scared.”
Your eyes widened.
“Scared of what?”
“I was scared that this would be the only way you would want me…”
She was refusing to look at you now. She felt embarrassed for now realizing that everything she did was an assumption. That she had never voiced her want for anything else other than a fuck. She was disappointed in herself for now realizing that she had been using you the entire time when she wanted literally anything else. She had ruined everything in assuming.
“I can’t say I’m not hurt because I am. I wanted you, and I still do. And I’m confused because you never gave me the time of day. This is the first I’m hearing of your feelings. But this is also the first you’re hearing of mine. So I’m going to ask you this once and only once, okay?”
It was Sevika’s turn to be shocked by everything you’re saying. She had no clue and she probably wouldn’t if she never beat that poor man the way she did. If she had never barged her way in and let her anger fuel her fire.
“Would you like to see me sometime? Outside of the brothel? Just us?”
~
When she arrived at your door, Sevika’s nerves grew stronger. You had propositioned for seeing her away from work more often to which she enthusiastically obliged. It was just the feeling she couldn’t get rid of. She wanted to make a good impression, a second one any way. She knew you already liked her she just had to keep it that way. Sevika wasn’t exactly known for being a conversation keeper either. Gods she was fucked wasn’t she?
Her metallic hand came up to knock against the door. When it opened she saw you with new eyes. She never got this. She never got baggy shirt, loose shorts, cute homely you. And Gods was she happy that she did. The sight of you that wasn’t dolled up to keep up appearances was one that Sevika would treasure until her dying days. You moved out the way to invite her in but all she could do was keep her eyes trained on you. It made you giggle at the strange awestruck look on her face.
“See something you like?” You spoke while wiggling your eyebrows.
“Yeah, uhm yes. I do. You, uh, you look cute.”
“Hmm, just cute?”
“I-is that the wrong word?”
You giggled once more at her stumbling. It sounded like heaven to the taller woman’s ears.
“I’m just joking with you ‘Vika. Come with me, I picked a movie for us.”
As Sevika fought to not stare so much at you, it was now your turn to take in the way she looked. Ripped pants, black boots, a cropped black shirt that showed off her muscular abs. She looked delicious in the best way, but you were supposed to be getting to know each other more personally. If there was anyway more personal than intimacy that is. You had to bite back your thoughts of just jumping her then and there.
“So what all do you like to do when you’re not working?”
Maybe some small talk could aid in distracting you.
“Uh, not much I guess, play cards, beat up guys for Silco, see you.”
Her last answer made you blush. She liked seeing you, huh?
You took a spot on the couch and watched as she sat down after you. She looked so far away, she needed to be closer. You laid your legs across her lap and snuggled your head purposefully under her arm, causing her to drape it around your shoulders. You pressed play on the movie but you were determined to know more about her. As the air of awkwardness subsided, the two of you shred more about the other. She talk about her childhood but only a little. Much of it she couldn’t remember but she made sure to tell you the good things that she could. She told you all about the trouble she got into in her teen and early adult years, funny stories about how she almost got caught way too many times trying to steal food. She told you her favorite color and how she doesn’t listen to music a lot but she likes it sometimes.
You confided into her about your own childhood as well, how you didn’t really do much but ventured outside of Zaun many times to see the flowers that could grow outside of a place that contained multitudes of people. You craved the solitary like oxygen but also wouldn’t mind sharing your solitary with at least one other. You told Sevika how you never really let people come over, she was the first to see your little home.
Sevika listened the whole time to your stories but the feeling of your soft hand drawing paths up and down her flesh arm would distract her from time to time. Her eyes laser focused on your lips as you spoke. They were so pink and soft. There were several times when you spoke that she wished she could kiss you quiet. But that would have been rude of her. The hand that had been running up and down her arm moved to her face, drawing her closer. Sevika looked deeply into the pools of your eyes before shooting down to your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. How long was she supposed to keep this control exactly?
Suddenly, your lips were against hers and Sevika never realized until then just how hungry she was. She deepened the kiss, pushing against you, tongue begging for entrance. You allowed her in just as you did your home and oh how delicious you tasted in her mouth. Wet muscle sliding along wet muscle, Sevika swore to whoever would listen that she could spend lifetimes just kissing you and still be fulfilled. The arm that was draped around your shoulders pulled you closer until you eventually just opted to sit up and straddle her lap. The new position only gave you a tiny bit of leverage over her head but not very much.
Your touch was erratic, hands ran from shoulders to her neck, her hair, her stomach, her arms. You wanted to touch everywhere all at once, it just wasn’t enough. Sevika’s metal hand stayed cupping your ass so the cold appendage didn’t chill your soft skin while her flesh hand that, almost always stayed warm, slid up the inside of your shirt to caress your bare back. The feeling of your lips moving with hers, was beginning to make the brunette feel something. She grew wet at just the feel from you. The feeling of your heat getting hotter against her. Her head was spinning. Then it all stopped.
“Lay down.”
It took her brain a minute to catch up properly.
“What?”
“Lay down for me please?”
Sevika’s eyes darted back and forth between your own, searching for some kind of sign that this was indeed what you wanted because she sure as hell did. The corners of your lips quirked in a smirk as you watched her slowly slide to lay back against the cushions. Your hands slid down slowly toward the bottom of your shirt, fingers curling around the edges before pulling the top off completely. All soft curves and smooth skin, no bra to confine your chest. Steel grey eyes blew wide like it was the first time seeing you like this. In a way it was. You weren’t putting on a show, weren’t trying to impress her or get her money. You were just you. Serene and quiet and peacefully lonely you.
Her fingers twitched with the need to feel, but she wasn’t sure if she was allowed that privilege. Instead her shaky hands came up to her own cropped top, revealing the same parts of her body that you just showed to her. She felt it was only fair to meet you piece by piece you were willing to open up to you. She studied your face, the way you bit back your bottom lip at the sight of her musculature. She noticed your chest rise and fall much more deep than you had prior. Pupils completely blown at this point. Your hands fell to Sevika’s hips and moved up the divots and creases of her stomach before stilling just under her breasts. Your hands felt feather light and so gods damn soft. You reveled at how Sevika’s own body felt just as soft. Even though her muscles were rock hard the flesh that covered them was smooth, it made you itch to kiss every inch.
The movie had long ended, room silent save for the sound of both of you breathing heavily. The air around the two of you sizzling with wild electricity. Suddenly with a snap the two of you surged together, lips crashing in messy and hungry kisses. Hands not knowing where to fly until yours forcefully pushed back on Sevika’s shoulders to lay her down once more. She plopped back with an ‘umf’, your tongue using the surprise to slide in against hers. Your nails clawing down the front of her chest and stomach as hers gripped the back of your head and thigh. Your body moved on its own as your hips grinded down against hers. Every down stroke pulled a little moan out of Sevika’s mouth for you to swallow.
You wanted to feel more, needed to feel more. All over everywhere. You wanted her to surround you. To cover your body in her taste and her scent and her touch. No part of you would be satisfied until you could mold yourself to her. Her pants were haphazardly unbuttoned and pulled down, getting caught at her ankles. She finally chuckled and moved to help after the two frustrated groans back to back against her lips. The two of you never separated for a second. Air be damned. Once the lower half of her body was exposed you hands flew to the top of her thighs close to the space between her legs. The amount of skin under your hands had perplexed you enough to get you to finally pull away and look down.
Her face flushed in near embarrassment while yours blushed at the sight. She didn’t wear any underwear. Of course she’d go commando. It was enough to light a new fire. You looked down right starving at the sight of her drenched cunt presented before you. Your mouth was salivating at being presented with Sevika’s fully nude form under you, begging you, enticing you. You looked up into her eyes while one of your hands slid up to cup her drenched center. Sevika inhaled sharply at the contact. The warm feather light touch made butterflies flutter in her stomach. You held eye contact while your middle finger circled around her clit before diving down to collect some of her wetness and repeating the circles once more. She tried to keep her eyes open but the feeling was too good. She went back and forth between watching you work between her thighs and sinking her head back into the cushions eyes squeezing shut. You made her whole body feel like putty.
Just as Sevika had finally gotten use to your teasing, you let two fingers plunge into her aching cunt. Her soft walls felt tight around your digits. She moaned out a long utterance of your name, both of her hands gripping the couch in a vice. You kept your fingers nestled inside of her and moved so that you hovered over her face to face. She looked something magical. A light cover of sweat permeating on her forehead, chest heaving, eyes unfocused. She would interchange between moaning and whimpering especially when your fingers would curl up against that spot inside her. Her thighs trembled as you fucked her so slowly but so deeply. Sevika doubted she would ever reach heaven but this had to be as close as she would get.
“P-please…”
“Please what? Use your big girl words, baby.”
She moaned louder at your taunting.
“Please…kiss me, fuck me…w-wanna feel you close.”
Your fingers picked up their pace taking in her facial expressions one last time before your lips found hers. The kiss was sloppy on her part, saliva dribbling out the corner of her mouth from her being unable to stop moaning out for you. She couldn’t swallow, hell she couldn’t even think properly. Your fingers felt so good inside of her, dragging along her walls. The wet sound of her cunt echoing around the room. The sound utterly pornographic. She was writhing against the cushions, unable to hold still due to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Pulling away from her lips, you mouth sought out a breast. Her flesh was soft against your face. Tongue swirled around her nipple to make her bud harden. You teased her switching between soft licks and little bites. She was so sensitive, the ministrations from your mouth was bringing her closer to the edge. You could feel her walls squeeze your fingers. The pulsing was growing more constant. She was about to cum and you were going to make her dive head first into her ecstasy.
Sevika was screaming your name now, eyes completely glassy and unfocused. The only thing she could think about was how strongly she was going to spill over. The feeling building up like a rollercoaster. Her breathing was shallow now not able to keep up. The last three pumps of your fingers against her g-spot made Sevika see white. Her orgasm erupted through her body taking over every bit. She screamed at the top of her lungs twisting under you, not sure if she wanted to get away from your fingers or keep them buried inside of her forever. She knew for certain that her thighs were drenched, most likely also your couch, but she didn’t expect the sight of your arm coming away with cum dripping down. No one had ever bothered to stimulate her like this, not to mention enough to make her squirt.
She felt blissed out and satisfied. Utterly loving that she decided to follow through with seeing you. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, but when you got up, it made her stomach sink.
“Wait, where are you going?”
You could hear the sadness in her voice, you almost cooed at her like a little puppy.
“Don’t fret babylove, I’m just going get some towels to clean up, then we can lay down for a bit. Maybe actually watch that movie this time.”
She could hear the lightness as you spoke. Reassuring her that you’d be back. Easing that beast inside of her that almost thought you were running from her. She laid back down as she watched you pad off to what must have been your bedroom. Still naked and sprawled out on the couch, Sevika allowed her eyes to close for a minute, coming back down to Earth. Taking in the fact that she was here, finally here, in your place. Where she secretly always longed to be. Not too long later you came back and kneeled next to the couch. Sevika was still sensitive, wincing as you brought the wet cloth between her thighs and around her legs. The, you wiped the wetness dry with a big fluffy towel.
Once you had finished, you scooted down to be face to face with Sevika. You just stared into those big beautiful grey eyes, admiring her face and the bright blue scars. Toying with her hair a bit. Until you finally leaned down to scatter kisses all over her face. At first, Sevika was slightly annoyed maybe but then she started to giggle. Infectious laughter gracing the room with you obsessively kissing over her face.
“Movie time?”
She nodded.
“Movie time.”
You crawled atop her and placed your head on her chest. Finally content and laying to rest on your big softie. You silently hoped that there would be many more days like this one.
Quietly sneaking around the house, I avoided the planks of wood that I knew creaked no matter how much pressure I would put on it. Opening the door quietly, I peeked over my shoulder to see Y/N was still asleep. I smiled to myself and walked outside, closing the door behind me and headed into town. It was fairly early, but I wanted to get it done as soon as I could so that I could have everything ready for tonight.
Opening my eyes, I looked around the room to find Odessa was not beside me. Peeking at the clock nearby, I groaned as I had to get up to get ready for work. Slowly rising from the bed, I stretched before getting up and getting changed. Once I was changed and ready to go, I grabbed what I needed and was about to head out, but as I walked past my dresser, there was something on there with a note. The note was folded and my name was on it with Odessa's messy, but cursive handwriting. Reaching down, I opened up the note and read through it.
"Princess,
I had to go out and do some things earlier than usual. I won't be able to stop by the warehouse as today is very busy. However, I do have something special planned for tonight. In the bag is one thing you'll need tonight other than your best outfit. See you at home later tonight.
Love,
Dez."
I set the note down and opened up the little bag to find lipstick. I opened it up to see it was a bright red. Being confused, I set it down on the dresser and headed outside, locking the door behind me. I walked towards the warehouse and as I was walking around, I noticed the couples were out and about more than they usually are. There was a lot of love in the air and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Unlocking the large door and sliding it aside, I walked into the warehouse and got my apron on, getting ready to work. Meri and Geiger came in and I greeted them.
"Aye, Meri. Is today a special day?"
"Why do ya ask?"
"I saw a lot more couples than I usually do today. And they were being a bit more lovey dovey."
"Today is February 14th."
"Meaning?"
"Valentine's Day."
"Ah shit!" I yelled.
"Forget it was today?"
"Yes."
"Did ya get Odessa anything?"
"Shit, no I didn't. But I can certainly make her something."
I ran into my office and unlocked it. My father always had gemstones and rare diamonds in here for anyone who wanted to use them. He never sold them because he wanted someone to use them, adding more monetary value to it. I grabbed some of the gemstones, but left the diamonds alone. Walking out of the office and locking the door, I walked over to my workbench and stood there, trying to think of what I could do.
An idea popped into my head and I started to make it. While she's not really one for jewelry other than her earrings, I decided to make a set of earrings to go along with another crown I was going to make her. While the crown she has now is very normal and kind of bland, I wanted to make something special for her.
Once I finished everything, I wrapped them carefully up before putting them into a bag. The work day came to an end and I said goodbye to Meri and Geiger before I headed back home. When I reached home, the door was already unlocked. The bathroom door was closed, which I presumed Odessa was in there getting ready for tonight. I walked into the house, closed the door, and walked into the bedroom. I set the bag down on my dresser before figuring out what to wear.
Getting everything together, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror of my dresser. Nodding and smiling to myself, I knew this was the outfit. I had black leggings on with some nice shoes and a nice shirt. It wasn't much since it didn't really fit the aesthetic of Junkertown. But it was nice enough to go out. The door to the bathroom opened up and Odessa walked out, wearing something a bit nicer than what she normally wears. I smiled at her, feeling my heart racing as she smiled back at me.
"Ya look lovely, princess," she smiled at me.
"Thank you, Dez. You look wonderful, too," I said as she walked over to me.
Her hair was out of the normal mohawk and braids, but it wasn't straight down. It was pushed back a bit to where it looked similar to her mohawk.
"Ya ready?"
"Yeah. W-What was this about?" I asked, picking up the lipstick.
"Ya didn't put it on?"
"No. I wanted to know what it's for."
"Just think about this, Y/N," she leaned down and whispered in my ear. "When ya kiss me, it'll leave a mark."
"Oh, I-I see," I said, my cheeks flushing into a light pink.
"Here, let me help ya," she said and took the small tube.
She uncapped it and twisted it up to a small portion came out from the top. Grabbing my jaw lightly, she tilted my head up as she slowly dragged the lipstick across my lips.
"There we are," she said. "Give it a try."
I pulled her down to my level and placed a kiss to her cheek. As I pulled away, there was a mark left behind. A smirk appeared on my face.
"Oh, I am going to love this," I said.
"But alas, we gotta wait until after dinner, princess."
"Ya mean I gotta wait that long?"
"Yes. It won't be that long. I promise."
We walked out of the house and back into town, heading to the place Odessa was able to get a reservation at. She could get a place anywhere since she was the Queen, but she chose this specific place because it was the place we went to on our first official date since we moved back into Junkertown. A lot of couples were there tonight and there were single people trying to hook up with other people. Someone even tried to do it with me, but after Odessa got snippy with them, they were on their way. While we were out, someone even complimented on how Odessa looks compared to what she usually looks like. She was a bit stunned since I was the only one to give her a compliment.
After dinner was finished, we headed back home to spend the rest of the night together. But while we were walking back home, she mentioned about leaving something in the office building, so we stopped there. Since she was only running in, I was waiting outside for her. I watched as some of the other couples were walking with one another. I smiled to myself, thinking about the time Odessa and I came together. The door opened up and she walked out with a small boquet of roses.
"Aw, Odessa," I looked up into her eyes. "Ya didn't need to do this."
"I wanted to, princess. Wanted to give ya something special as well."
She handed me a small box, "W-Wait until we get home to open it."
"Alright."
We headed back home and upon entering, Odessa found a vase to put the roses in and set them on the table in the other room. She came into the bedroom and I had what I made her on her bedside table.
"Did ya get me somethin', princess?"
"I did."
"Now why go and do that?" she chuckled. "You're a gift in and of itself, princess. You're all I need."
"I know, but I wanted to think of somethin' for ya."
"Ya want to open yours up first?"
"You can open yours first."
"Alright," she said and grabbed the bag.
She opened it up and saw the two things I made for her. A wide smile appeared on her face as she turned to look at me.
"I love it, princess," she said and kissed my cheek. "Thank you."
"I want to see ya with the new crown on," I said and reached into the bag, placing it on her head.
"How do I look?"
"Stunning," I smiled.
"Alright, I've been waitin' all day for you to open yours up."
I opened up the small box to see there was a gold locket in it. A small gasp escaped my lips as I opened it up, seeing there were two pictures in it. One was of me and my family while the other was the night Odessa and I got married. A tear slid down my face as I turned and hugged Odessa.
"Thank you, Odessa. I love it."
"You're welcome, princess," she said and hugged my tightly.
We put everything on the bedside table before Odessa pinned me to the bed.
"Now, as I mentioned before, mark me up, princess."
"Well this is certainly not the right position for you to demand such a thing," I said and rolled over, pushing her to the bed.
Now being on top of her, I leaned down and placed my lips against hers. I pecked her lips over and over before I started a make out with her. It was rough and a tad sloppy at times. I pulled away after a bit, both of us breathing heavily as I looked at the red smear that was across Odessa's lips.
"My body is yours tonight, princess."
"I can say the same thing."
She chuckled, "I wouldn't want it any other way."
Looking at the aftermath we both caused, I couldn't help but smile. I took note of the red smear marks that were running down from Odessa's lips to her neck, top of her chest, her abs, and the inside of her thighs. I knew she did the same thing in the exact same areas on my body, but hers were going to last a bit longer. Turning to face me, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to her. I smiled and nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
"Goodnight, princess," she smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I love you."
"Goodnight, Dez," I said, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth coming from her. "I love you, too."
hi! id love to read some good junker queen smut since i cant find much! would you be open to writing hard-dom odessa? no worries if not thanks in advance!
omg first full smut👀👀 i’m excited hehe, gracie will making her debut- thank you for requesting andI hoep you like it!! <3 :)
Beg For Your Queen
-Junker Queen x fem!reader
-warnings: smut, dom!Junker Queen, sub!reader, pussy eating, use of strap on, bondage, blindfold, spanking, degradation, name calling, knife play, spit as lube, praise and aftercare at the end <3
Odessa has always had a had a soft spot for you. To her, you were her small, fragile girlfriend. The dynamic between you too showed you both as a tough and rough queen and her soft and calm partner. But you always love to show her how much you can handle.
"You remember our word, yeah?" Odessa asked you, finishing tying up the rope that held your hands behind you back. You nodded but yelped after the smack you received on your ass, "Don't nod. Say 'yes my queen'," she whispered into your ear.
Turning your head around, you smiled at her, "Yes, my queen..". Odessa smiled back, "Good girl...Now, here comes the blindfold," she said, taking the thin black cloth and wrapping it around your head to cover your eyes.
You can't see anything, but you can her get up and circle around you like a hungry shark. You felt your excitement rise as you hear her clothes and accessories drop to the floor. Feeling her nails run across your back, "Are you ready to please your queen, slut?" Your girlfriend asked. "Yes, my queen," you bit your bottom lip. The ropes that covered you torso were starting to feel hot against your skin and leave marks for Odessa to run her fingers across later. The cold floor of your shared bedroom contrasted with the heat your body produced.
Grabbing your hair, she made tilt your head up, "Do you want to eat your queen out? Taste her on your tongue?" she asked, her cunt close to your face. Close enough to feel your hot, shaky breaths against her bare skin. "Yes, my queen. I want to taste you on my tongue," you told her, seeming almost out of breath already. She pulled your face in, immediately feeling your tongue lick her slit.
Her height made it easy for you to sit on your knees and eat her out. She kept her hand firm on your head, not letting you pull away. She loved watching the way you moan as you suck on her clit. "You like have a mouth full of my pussy don't you? Filthy whore.." Odessa moaned. You pulled away for a breath and to tell her, "Yes I do, I love having my queen's pussy in my mouth," you said hurriedly, going back to tasting her.
Hearing her moan loudly was always a reward. It instantly made you wet to hear how loud she moans when you use your tongue on her. She muttered curses under her breath, slowly bucking her hips to meet with the rhythm of your tongue. Hearing her say 'fuck' or 'oh shit' was an instant turn on, especially when it progressively got more whiney as you drive her closer to climax. At this point she was riding your face, your nose bumping her clit and she rode your tongue.
"That's it, make me cum..!" she said. Her grip on your hair got tighter as she held you still to cum on your tongue. When the gripped loosened, she pulled you face back. Your cheeks were flushed and hot, chin and lips drenched in her own cum. "Now, now, don't waste it...Lick it all up," she ordered. You felt her two fingers helped collect the juices that were on your face and shoved into your face. You gagged at the intention roughness, but followed her instructions of cleaning her fingers of her own cum.
Odessa pulled her fingers away and grabbed you by the ropes of were strapped around your breast, making you stand up on your feet. You hissed in slight pain, the ropes against your back was rubbing your skin. She wasn't going to be gentle with you tonight.
Odessa laid you on you back, climbing on top of you to sit on your lap. "A special friend wants to greet ya...Come here Gracie.." She said in a teasing voice. You knew who Gracie was and how talented Odessa is with her. You felt sharp metal drag across you right breast, feeling it dragged over to the left one. You felt yourself get wet as you tried to clench your thighs together, but Odessa's larger and stronger figure stopped you.
"Such a naughty little bitch, huh? You like having a knife graze against your skin, even if it cuts you?" she asked, now dragging the blade of the side of your torse, adding the slightest bit of pressure. You yelped, "Mmm, I do! I love when you use Gracie on me..." you whimpered, feeling the knife rest on your thigh. Odessa slowly and carefully began to carve into your skin. You and Odessa have done this before, you trusted her that she wouldn't hurt you or cut too deep.
Odessa carved her initials "J.Q" making her print on you. She decided to add a heart next to the initials. She smiled to herself, 'So cute'. Odessa moved to your other thigh and simply craved "mine". Odessa moved to your stomach, carving the word "whore" into your stomach.
The stinging feeling was engraved into your body. You felt her strong figure get off of your lap, you missed her warmth. Odessa got up and grabbed the strap that was left from earlier, slipping and strapping it onto her body. She always like to tighten the harness a bit tighter, she likes to feel the strap rub into her skin and leave marks after.
"Come here.." she said. She roughly flipping you over onto your knees, head pressed into the mattress. "You ready to get fucked by your queen, yeah?" she asked, rubbing her hands over your ass before slapping her handprint into one cheek. You bit your lip, holding back your moan, "yes, my queen. I want to feel you in me..." you whined. Odessa leaned down, licking up your cunt. You moaned as she flicked her tongue against your clit. "Odessa.." you groaned, feeling another slap. She kept licking at your slit, running her tongue piercing at your clit.
You wanted nothing more than her to make you cum with her tongue, but soon she pulled away. You whined at loss of her mouth, earning a slap, "Greedy aren't ya? Nothing but a filthy slut who wants my mouth of her clit?" Odessa said, slapping your ass at every other word. You tried to ignore the stinging pain on your ass, now feeling something touch your entrance.
Odessa ran the dildo that was strapped to her up and down your pussy, "You're so wet, bet I can slide right in.." She said, dipping the tip into your needy hole. You nodded, "Yesyesyes, please put it in, my queen..! I need you to fuck me," you begged trying to push yourself down her. Just by trying that, you earned another slap.
Then Odessa spit on your cunt, "Get ready baby.." she said, sliding into you fully. You barely had time to adjust to the size before she started thrusting into you. You couldn't help yourself but moan loud like a common whore, she felt too good. Odessa watched how your ass jiggled every time you bounced back on her.
"Who's my dirty girl?"
"I am! I am, my queen!"
You felt dirty saying things like this, but it felt so good. Later you know it'll be embarrassing to think about, but not right now. The ropes were kissing your skin with burns on your wrists as you were fumbling against your restraints. Odessa grabbed you by your tied wrists, using it as leverage to help her fuck your cunt.
Your girlfriend was going so hard, you felt like she was knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. "Tell me whore, how does it feel being fucked by junker royalty?" she asked, breathing heavily.
"My queen, you feel so good...! I love how you fuck my pussy so roughly! Please don't stop!" you pleaded, feeling yourself close. The sounds you were making, your blindfold covering your sight, the slapping on skin echoing in your room, the burning feeling of your knife markings and your ropes all added to the pleasure.
She loved watching you crumbled beneath her. She decided last night to snatch off your blindfold. Your eyelids fluttered, the sudden light catching you off guard. Odessa looked into your eyes, pupils dilated due to pleasure, "Look as me when you cum, I want ya to look at me and scream my name baby..." she ordered.
Using your wrist restraints again, she pulled you up off the bed and held you close to her chest, looking down into your eyes. You could've of cried of how good you felt, "Fuck, Odessa I'm gonna cum..! Odessa!" you cried out.
She grabbed you by your face, making you keep your eyes on her while you came. Odessa helped you ride out your orgasm, "That's it, such a good girl.." she praised you, slowing down before stopping to pull out of you. Odessa laid you down on the bed gently, being aware of how sore you could be. "You did so good, babe.. Here lemme help ya," she whispered, grabbing Gracie to cut your restraints. You hummed at the feeling no longer being tied up, feeling more relaxed now.
Odessa undressed herself from her strap, leaving your shared room to grabbed ointments for your markings, water and a rag. When she came back, she immediately cleaned you up and put the ointment cream on your body.
You sat on her her lap, drank your water, and felt her fingers rub the cream into your skin, "Did I go too hard at all?" she asked, kissing your forehead. You shook your head, "No, you were perfect Dez," you smiled, leaning up to kiss her cheek. You pulled her face closer to yours, "Even then, I love it when you're rough with me," you told her, kissing her on her lips.
As Sevika returned to your shared home after an exhausting day, she get to spend some intimate time with her girlfriend.
Before later that night, she finally voice some of the thoughts that she has kept hiding inside her heart.
This story contains explicit sexual content ; 10.700 words.
This story was originally posted on AO3.
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The deafening sound of the screams of the residents of the Undercity struggling to hear each other amid all the hubbub echoed the clicking sounds of Sevika's heavy boots crashing down hard on the ground. It was late, and at this hour, it was complicated to make your way without bumping into someone, everyone was outside haggling their latest finds against a few gold coins, or at least for the ones who were lucky enough to have something to trade.
The wide yet narrow alleys were lit by intensely bright neon lights that mixed with the smoke from the many smokers in the area. Despite the late hour, the apartments were all still lit, the Undercity is a place that never sleeps, that was for sure.
The air was heavy, the atmosphere that reigned here was heavy, the idea of being constantly judged, of being constantly observed by those who wonder what they could take from you. That's how everything works here now, if you have what they want without the ability to be able to protect that, then what's yours will be soon theirs.
Down here, you had to be able to organise yourself in the disorder, in the middle of a hurrying crowd that was not really convinced of going anywhere. As Sevika made his way through the crowd, some already drunk man accidentally spilled his entire glass filled with alcohol on the shirtless back of a man who was getting a tattoo in the middle of the street before he grabs him by the collar of his jacket and starts a fight. Sevika was shaking her head at the sight of this action and sighed softly, this place was something else.
She hastened to hurry at the idea of not being very far from her final destination. Now closer, Sevika took the usual cut-away shortcut through a darker alley than before. On the way she came across a man sitting on the ground, only dressed in tattered and ripped pants, he was skinny and looked extremely tired, dirty skin and hair falling over his face, all of his veins visible and all discernible by their purple colour, Shimmer.
The curled-up man gently stretches out his trembling hand in Sevika's direction. He didn't dare meet her gaze, probably due to the imposing build of the woman she was, or maybe just out of shame at the situation he found himself in. After a few seconds of standing there, not moving, Sevika looked both ways looking for any presence, and she thought of you.
She thought of you who would not hesitate for a moment to give something to this man, despite the fact that you already had so little to give. Plunging her hand into her pocket, she pulled out a small handful of coins, letting them fall gently into the palm of his hand. That's what you would have done, she thought. That's what you would have done, so it must be the right thing to do, the right thing she should do.
He didn't say anything, just nodded in gratitude and immediately returned to snuggle up against the wall he was against. She said nothing more either and continued on the way as she grabbed one of those cigars she always had on her. Pulling the golden lighter from her back pocket, she places it at her mouth, lighting the tip of it. Taking her first inhale of smoke, it came out of her nose as she exhaled, grabbing it between her two fingers before tilting her head back and exhaling a large cloud of smoke sliding from her lips and evaporating into the air.
And there she was. This familiar alley, this familiar damaged floor, these familiar dilapidated walls, this familiar old luminous panel which had obviously not been functional for a while, and finally, this so familiar door. There was something about that door, like an aura that soothed her at the mere sight of it, that door brought her peace, freed her from a weight deep in her chest, just like magic the awful weight that resided on her shoulders flew away as if had never been. Although the worry never really left Sevika’s mind, standing here marked the end of a day she couldn't see the end of.
From where she was, she was able to see the living room lights on, as much as she tried to hide it even though she was alone, that thought formed a warm yet discreet smile on her face. For such a long time, Sevika didn't think it would be possible for her to wear a smile like this, a real and honest smile, as if she had almost forgotten how to do it, as if her face was rusty.
Some time ago, the fear she would have felt to smile like that would certainly have turned into anger, she could not bear to allow herself what she thought she could never live, but now that she had finally resigned herself to accepting these initially unknown feelings, it just felt so right.
Pressing the doorknob, she pushed herself inside, gently closing the door behind as she stub out her cigarette outside before going in. Unhooking her long and heavy red cape from her shoulder, she hung it on the coat rack in front of her. A sense of deliverance surrounding her, a sense of being who she was inside those walls without feeling the need to hide behind fabrics, without ever having the feeling of being judged on anything, here, she was free.
After putting down her cape, she took off her heavy boots in the same impulse, knowing all to well about how obsessed you were with dirt, one of the things that made a big difference between this place and the streets in which she had just walked. Once again, Sevika smiled timidly. It didn't take long to hear the sound of your footsteps hitting with speed and joy the ground towards her.
Arriving at her level, you grabbed her face in your hands, gently stroking her cheek with the tip of your thumb. Sevika took the opportunity to bend down and stick her forehead to yours. Both of you remaining in this position without saying a word, relaxing of each other's presence.
Surprisingly, you weren't one to know how to properly verbalise your feelings either, although you felt more comfortable doing so than she did. You've both learned your own way of showing love to each other without having to say it, your touches holding millions of love sentences that wasn’t even countable.
"I've been waiting for you for so long." you started slowly, your thumb stopping its way in the middle of her cheek. You lifted your face in an effort to see her face, but it seemed like she had been looking at you for a while as your eyes met hers directly. Sevika grabbed one of your hands, squeezing it gently as she sunk her eyes even deeper into yours, never breaking eye contact.
"I know." she answered, her eyes a gray brighter than the rarest of pearls. "Business can be at some periods particularly time demanding." she continued, her eyes a silver more expensive than any jewel this world could carry. "But, I'm glad I'm here with you now." she finished, still looking at you, her eyes making you travel without you having to make a single move.
You gently slid your hands down to her waist, pressing yourself closer to her. Chuckling silently, you felt the hot air escaping Sevika's mouth crashing into the skin of your neck, making you shiver. She moved with you, tucking one of your locks of hair behind your ear, her mechanical arm resting on your waist, gently stroking it up and down. Sevika closed her eyes, resting her chin on the top of your head, as she focused on you, your scent allowing all her muscles to finally relax. Then she regained consciousness of the environment around her, your house.
The welcoming atmosphere, the dim lights, the light smell of your incense coming from the kitchen, and most importantly, your music. One of the things that marked Sevika the most the first time she entered your place was the music, not a second went by without your record player being on and the hundreds of vinyl records you had managed with difficulty to find placed on the shelves. This. All this. That was home. It was so complicated for her to explain the way this place, you, made her fell complete.
"I will never get tired of coming back to your home." Sevika said, a shy smile appearing on her face. "Our home." you answered quickly, pulling her closer to you. She laughed, nodding once in approval. "Right. Ours." she finished, opening her eyes and tenderly grabbing your face between her hands, making you look at her as she remained silent, her gaze deep into yours.
"You really can't stop smoking even on the way back home." you assert ironically. Sevika rolled her eyes playfully, gently squishing your cheeks. "And you really can't stop wasting this moment. Can you ?" she replied making you laugh heartily. "Don't mind me lighting incense that will ultimately be useless because of the smell of your cigars." you said, your hand now resting on her upper chest. "The smell clings to your clothes all the time." you continued, your hand slowly coming down to her chest until it touched her belly. Sevika watched you doing it carefully without saying a word. "But I like it." you confessed, once again straightening your face looking at her. Sevika arched an eyebrow, surprised by the statement. "I really like your smell. More than those stupid artificial smells. More than anything actually."
Sevika didn't answer, her eyes bewitching you completely. You weren't sure what she was thinking, but you could see she was looking for some kind of lie. She could try the all night if she wanted, you thought, but she wouldn't find anything, because you meant every word you said to her. "Come here." Sevika exhaled, her mechanical arm hugging you tighter, her hand pressing to the back of your neck and pushing you into a kiss. Her lips were warm and soothing, both of your mouth moving in sync as you lean closer making the kiss even more deep.
Having her so close to you, her mouth against yours, your warm bodies pressed together, caused an explosion of sensation within you, you weren't able to think about anything at all. If there was a place where you had to die today, it would be here, right now, in her arms. Without thinking, you let yourself be guided by her adventurous mouth, her tongue sticking to the edge of your lips, a way of asking your permission. You let her in, without any hard feelings. As her tongue danced with yours in a perfect chorea, you separate yourself from her lips due to the lack of air.
"You are so beautiful Sevika. It's a shame you don't allow yourself seeing it." you said sadly. While you expected Sevika to be upset by what you just said, she remained silent. Usually, she would already be frowning asking you to stop, but not right now. Instead, she plunged back into the kiss, this time lighter, still with as much passion but even more intimate than the one before. You didn't hold back, sliding your hands under her shirt, brushing her belly with your fingers. "Your hands are cold." she quickly pointed making you chuckled as you pressed your hands against her a little more after that statement. You felt Sevika smiling against your lips.
After a long moment caressing her, so close to her, heart pounding and lips burning, you felt a hint of impatience in the kiss. "Are you going to tease me like this for a little longer or are you going to make the first move, pretty girl ?" Sevika stated almost pleading. "I don't know what you're talking about." you answered childishly. "If you're waiting for me to beg you, know that I'll be the one who will last the longest in this game you’re playing." she added serenely, her hand sliding from behind your neck to right below your chest, her thumb slowly stroking your left breast over your clothe.
"Yeah. You've always been a sore loser." you heard Sevika giggle, using her hand against your chin, making you look at her face again. "Care to repeat that ?" she warned amusingly. "I said, would you please take my shirt off ?", she didn't respond, bringing her face closer to yours inches away from your lips. "Mhm. That’s what I thought." she said, her lips running down your neck laying there a bunch of tender butterfly kisses. You let your head fall back, giving her total access of this space. Her space.
"Good girl." Sevika whispered close to your ear. You blushed, lowering your head shamefully, avoiding her gaze. "Hey. Look at me." you raised your face now staring at her, her eyes authoritative but yet so reassuring. "What's the matter, Love ?". Blushing even more, you shook your head disapprovingly. You could feel Sevika smirking. "It's alright. I know how that make you feel and how much you try to hide it every single time. There is no shame in it you know. Everybody likes to be a little praised sometimes." you couldn't help but smile at how stupid you looked right now. You raised on your tiptoes, once more, pressing your gasping lips together.
Sevika took the opportunity to finally slide her hand under your shirt, grabbing your breast longingly, squeezing it gently as her thumb pass over your nipple. Your hands were already starting to descend along her abdomen, clutching the belt of her pants that you hurried to unhook. Sevika's robotic hand grabbed your wrist at the same time, tenderly putting it away. "Not so fast." she exhaled breathless. "We have the whole night ahead of us. We don't need to rush this." you smiled. "Since when did you become so patient ?" you chuckled. "Since I know it drives you crazy."
Releasing the pressure around her belt, you grabbed Sevika's hand that had slipped under your shirt, putting it away the same way as she did. You already missed the warmth of her warm palm removed. She looked at you worriedly, thinking she might have offended you, or even hurt you. Deciding to answer her questions right away, you quickly grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it far from you. Sevika stared shamelessly at your bare chest, smirking, swallowing them both, just like the first time she saw them.
"So stubborn." she hummed, pulling you by the pants, sticking you to her. She didn’t waist no time pressing her lips to yours with passion and want. Her hands pressing on your waist, moving up and down, feeling every inch of your soft skin she knew so well. You wrap your arms around her neck, turning your head to the side allowing yourself more space to discover.
Separating her face from yours, Sevika forcefully gripped your waist lifting you off the ground, a small gasp of surprise escaping your lips. She placed you on the edge of the table behind you, languidly spreading your legs as she placed herself between them. Wasting no time, Sevika lowered her head to your breasts, gently kissing the space between them.
"Please." you asked in agony, you could hear her amused chuckle, feel her breath dancing over your exposed skin at her mercy. This warm breath so close but yet so far from where you wanted her mouth to be. "Please what ?" she exhaled between kisses, looking up at you. "Touch them." you answered eyes frowning, imploring her. "Oh I know you can be more specific than that." her head swivel to the side below chest, slowly kissing the bottom of it.
Your feet wrapped around her waist squirmed together, impatience rising more and more inside you. "Just-" you were breathing hard, your rib cage was struggling to keep up. "Please. Just... grab my tits. Please !" her hands gripped your hips, bringing you closer to her face. "As you wish." her warm lips came crashing down on your hard nipple, sucking it lightly. "Yes... just- just like that." your face tilted back, your mouth half-open letting out heavy breaths.
Sevika spent a long time her mouth on it. Switching from one to the other when she wanted to. Massaging them with her hands, both human and mechanical. When her tongue circulated in a circle around one of your nipples, one of her free hands came to press the other, pinching it slightly. She was able to stay like that for hours, trying to find the perfect harmony that would get the most sound out of your mouth. It became a game for her.
A trail of spit had formed, creating a link between your breasts and her mouth. "More- Please." you said, your hips bumping into hers, your sign of your impatience. "You know you just have to say what you want specifically and you'll get it." she purred, never stopping licking your tits, slowly grabbing them between her teeth. "I- I need to feel you. Harder." you spit out your words with difficulty. "Mhm..." she hummed. "Right here ?" her eyes never leaving yours. "Everywhere, Sevika. Everywhere."
Sevika smirked, her hands stopped playing with your breasts, she came to place them below your thighs lifting you up. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck again so you wouldn't tip over. The kisses didn't stop either as she put a bunch of butterfly kisses on your neck. Arriving in front of the bedroom door, Sevika withdrew her mechanical hand from under your thigh to open it. She laid you down on your back in the bed, coming down with you still not taking her hands off your body.
"Can I take it off you ?" you asked, your hands gripping the fabric of her shirt. "I’d like that." she exhaled straightening up and lifting her arms slightly in the air. You smiled as you straightening up too removing this part of her clothes. The shirt removed and thrown on the ground, Sevika placed the palm of her hand on your chest, gently pushing you back into the mattress.
Her mechanical hand came grabbing the headboard to hold herself back, her other hand coming to replace a lock of your hair behind your ear. Not breaking the strong eye contact, your arms came grabbing the hook of her bra unhooking it and throwing it over the bed. Your eyes couldn't help but travel between her eyes and her breast, so beautiful and soft to the eye, a small grin appearing on your face.
"What is it ?" she questioned her head tilting on the side. "Nothing. Could never complain having your tits on my face." you purred. She chuckled, her hand now on your cheek caressing it with her thumb. You put your arm around her back pulling her towards you, your breasts pressing together. What a delightful feeling. Nothing came close to the warmth of Sevika's naked body against yours. As if you were only one. You were only one.
Sevika's mouth returning on yours, you could feel her hands sliding down your hips, stopping at the top of your pants. "Take it off." you asked breathlessly. "No need to ask me twice." her hands lifting your hips, you took support on your feet to facilitate the task to her. As her fingers lowered your pants sliding them off your legs, she kissed the length of your stomach, now down to your navel releasing millions of butterflies through your body. You were burning hot. Throwing it behind her, her kisses continued on your pelvis, long and slow. Her lips brushing your panties, you wiggled your hips at her, telling her you couldn't wait any longer.
Sevika completely ignored your attempts. She always did. Not even paying attention to the sound of impatience you muttered. She heard them all of course. She could feel you tense. She could see the wet spot on your panties getting bigger. Sevika knew all about you. Knowing what gesture will make you react and how, like an open book. Taking her time, that's what she liked. Waiting until you're just a terrible mess under her, that’s what she wanted.
"God- Please ! Please... Please Sevika !" you could barely articulate, the strong woman below you giggling. Suddenly, she got up on her knees, at the end of the bed. You lifted your head from the pillows, wondering what she was doing. Sevika quickly pulling off her pants, making it join yours on the ground. "I could have at least helped you remove it." you complained. "No." her eyes returned to yours. "Stay still. I don't want you to make a single move." she hummed getting closer to you, her boxers remaining on her.
If there was one word to describe Sevika, it was 'perfection'. Her short black hair pulled back with her hair tie, some locks that already escaped it caressing the top of her cheeks. Her face so harsh but yet so soft to touch. Her beautiful authoritative gray eyes that you dreamed of getting lost in. Her strong nose which gave so much temper to her face. The thin blue scar that danced along her cheek. Her dark lips, so warm against yours.
Your eyes continued to travel down her body, down to those athletic muscular shoulders. Her arm so muscular with which she liked to carry you so much, all the movement she was making flexing it. And her hand, oh this hand, thick and long able to break everything she wanted, but with which she would tenderly caress your face and put strands of your hair back behind your ear. Her mechanical arm, her greatest weapon, but which she used to help you place the flowers you always brought home in a vase, or when she helped you carry your heavy boxes of objects that you could find everywhere. You were an artist, which amazed Sevika, because after all, who could have such an overflowing imagination in such a colorless place ?
Her breasts, so mesmerizing. Her belly, her abs so well drawn. Her breathtaking v-line descending to the bottom of her pelvis. Her thick thighs, probably one of your favorite body parts of her, so strong but yet so comfortable to lay on. Oh lord, if a Greek goddess had descended on earth, this is what she would look like.
"You can't even imagine the look in your eyes right now. If only you could see yourself." she purred, her mouth over your breasts again, making invisible drawings around your nipples. You couldn't hold back anymore, the noises that escaped your mouth were just becoming obscene. Sevika liked it, it was easy to understand with the accelerated pace she was now taking. Not letting a single second of respite from your seething skin.
"Please. Sevika. I want you." your teeth were grinding. "Mhm..." was all she managed to say first. "Say it." she then said, stopping the torture she was doing to your nipples, looking you straight in the eyes. "Say- say what ?" you answered intrigued, eyebrows furrowed by all the sensations she was giving you. "How bad you want this." she kissed your left breast. "How bad you want me." she kissed your right breast. "How bad you want me to make you feel good." she licked the space between your breasts up to your neck, sucking it, enough to leave a mark that she loved seeing you wear.
"I want you so much Sevika." you answered quickly, your hand resting on the back of her neck. "I need you so bad." your feet squirmed, her mouth sucking the other side of your neck. "I want to feel you." you ran your hands through her hair, tugging her ponytail lightly, making her groan. "I want to feel you from the inside." you could hear her humming over you, loving everything you were saying.
She pull herself up on top of you, taking support on her hands. Her bright gray eyes scanned your face, a warm smile on her mouth. You tucked another strand of her hair behind her ear, her face between your palm. "I want you to make me feel good. Just like you know how to." you finished, bringing her face closer to yours, pressing your lips to hers longingly. As she broke the kiss moving her face lower, you felt her warm breath crashing over your lips, your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, and finally your pelvis, her path ending here.
Grabbing the end of your panties, she slid it down slowly. Bringing it to your calf, she kissed the inside of your knee tenderly, her thick fingers trailing along your skin as if it was in danger of breaking. She looked up at you, making sure you were fine. Your eyes were closed, your mouth slightly open, your ribcage expanding rapidly, she smiled to herself. Your panties now to your feet, her warm hands resting on your calves moving them up and down, you kicked it to the side eagerly, a slight growl escaping your lips.
You lift your head trying to look at Sevika, pressing on your elbows to hold yourself. From here you could see her muscled back, her hands wrapped around your thighs, her face so close to where you wanted her. Her breath hitting your clit sent hundreds of waves of electricity through your body. She looked up hearing you straighten up, her eyes lock with yours. Sevika smirked at you, your eyes imploring her.
"Sevika..." you sobbed. "Shhh…" she blowed, her nose stroking your inner thigh. "As you've always said while you paint, great works requires great patience." she whispered, chuckling. "Sevika- Please." you were completely losing your mind. "Yes ?" she mocked you, still not moving her face. "You know what you have to do." she continued, her mechanical fingers tapping your thighs. "I want- I want your mouth." you begged. "Where ?" she replied, her smirk growing. "For the love of God, you know where." you wiggled under her. She didn't answer, only raising an eyebrow. "Eat me out !", you finally cried out. That was enough for Sevika. She backed away from the bed, her knees now on the floor touching the edge of it, her hands going under your thighs gripping the underside of your knees pulling you towards her so that your butt stops at the limit of the mattress.
She brought her face closer, but still not breaking eye contact. "You're gorgeous." Sevika said, inches from your burning skin. "Anything for you." she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out slightly. You moaned loudly as her tongue touched your inner labia licking your wetness from bottom to top. Sevika savoured your reaction as you struggled looking at her, your elbows threatening to let go. "Yes..." it was all you managed to say. Finishing licking up the wetness between your folds, she deliberately and hungrily licked your clit. This single movement made you lose all control, your head falling back against the pillow.
Your loud moans filled the warm silence of your bedroom. Sevika no longer dripped her mouth from your clit, not leaving a single area out of her tongue. She was thinking about your taste, you tasted so good, you tasted so her. Despite her hands gripping your thighs tightly, you couldn't help but move, this feeling was far too good to stay still. Groaning into you, she slid her hands down your legs until they reached your calves, positioning both of your legs over her shoulders. You crossed them, sticking you entirely to her, pushing her face even deeper between your thighs, as if it could be even closer.
Sevika wanted to spend the rest of her life here, between your thighs, making you scream all those obscene sounds but yet so melancholy when they came out of your mouth. Her eyes were on you, still. Not a day went by that she wasn't completely captivated by your reactions. The way you had trouble breathing. Your furrowed brows and your mouth now totally open with pleasure. Your hands gripping the sheet, your fingers twisting it hardly. Your legs already shaking the second her mouth touched you.
She wanted to memorize this forever. No matter how many times she saw it, she could never get enough of it. She knew your moves by heart, just like a favorite song, but she kept rediscovering them every time. "Oh Sevika- This is so good !" you moaned. As if she couldn't tell already. She rocked her tongue harder on your clit, circling around it. "Oh- Oh- Yes ! Yes !" your hands were almost tearing apart the tissue between your fingers, a hot ball forming in your lower abdomen. "Oh- Yes- Sevika !" you screamed, your toes curling.
Without slowing down the pace, Sevika patted your thigh, her way of asking. Despite the burning orgasm you felt coming closer, you took all your strength straightening up on your elbows, gazing into her piercing eyes. She wanted to see you. She wanted to miss no moment of that. She wanted to see you fall apart by the tip of her tongue. She wanted to see your eyes say what your mouth could never in those moments.
"Oh God- Oh God- Oh- Fuck- Yes !" you kept repeating as you felt her smile growing on you. And it hit. It hit hard. It hit so good. Not able to hold you still, your body threw itself back, your head colliding with the pillow. "Yes !" you cried out as you bit your lip. Your whole body was shaking, pleasure driving through you. Your legs threatened to fall off Sevika's shoulders despite your grip. A heavier and longer moan came out of your mouth, as her tongue continued rocking at your clit until your orgasm ends.
"It's- Too much..." you whispered, overstimulation taking over you. Sevika slowed down, removing her mouth from your clit, letting you catch your breath. You felt her hand move up and down your leg as she kissed your inner-thigh. "You did so good." she breathed out. You straightened up a little, tenderly grabbing her wrist indicating her to come closer. She smiled slightly, climbing back onto the bed as you backed yourself off giving her more room. You put your hand behind the back of her neck, pressing her lips to yours in a passionate kiss, her hand resting on your hip.
"Would you let me pleasure you tonight ? It’s alright if you don’t fell like it." you asked, your thumb brushing her cheek. At the beginning of your relationship, Sevika didn’t want to let you please her, she was far too reserved. It’s a choice that you had always respected without a question of course, even though you started asking yourself what you could possibly do wrong, and over time she opened up to you.
You understood that it wasn’t about you, but the fact of being so vulnerable in front of someone, someone she cared about so much. The more days, weeks, months, years passed, Sevika understood that there wasn’t a single threat here, that you only wanted to make her feel as good as she was making you. She trusted you. For the first time, she trusted someone else than herself.
She nodded at your question, placing a quick kiss on your lips. She pulled away from you, her hands gripping the elastic of her boxers with she pulled down, throwing her last garment to the ground. "You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Sevika." you stated quickly, knowing that these compliments could embarrass her, you decided not to push it too much each time, but you couldn’t help but let her know. Because she was, indeed, the most beautiful of all.
She didn't answer, avoiding your gaze. Despite her attempts to avoid your eyes, you could see that little smile crowing on the corner of his lips. Sevika being shy was such a rare moment to see, and you loved every second of it, a little pink tint appearing on her cheeks, she was blushing. You sat up like her, face to face, letting your finger slide along her shoulder making her shiver.
"What would you like me to do, Love ?" you whisper in her ear. "Like last time... would you ?" she replied. You pulled back your face admiring hers. You smiled at her lovingly, placing your hand on her chest. "You mean..." your hand slid down her belly, Sevika staring at it intently, "... eating you out ?" you asked, a big warm smile forming on your mouth. Her eyes went straight up to meet yours, bashfully.
"Yes, please." she hummed. Your hand slowly grabbed her shoulder telling her to shift and lie on her back next to you. When she did, you put one of your legs over her body, her legs between yours, sitting on top of her. Her mechanical arm came to rest on your ribs, the cold metal making you shiver too. It was so good to see her from that perspective, normally she was the one in your position. Her locks of hair escaping from her ponytail sticking to the pillow. That look in her eyes, that look of trust, that look of tenderness. "My pretty girl." Sevika purred, her human hand resting on your bent hip over her.
You leaned down, placing a warm kiss on her lips once again. You began to trace a long path of butterfly kisses down the length of her body, crawling back on your knees each time you descended on a new part of her body. Sevika watched you, her mouth half open, breathing heavily. When you finally reached her pelvis, your legs had also come to the edge of the bed, and just like her, you got off it, pressing your knees to the floor, your face in front of it.
Your hands moved up and down her thick thighs, your palms enjoying the feel of her soft skin against yours so much. You approached your face to her clit, from where you were you could already see her wetness. So close yet so far, your warm breath bumped into it, Sevika groaned at the feeling. "As much as I'd like being able to do it myself, I'm gonna need you to come closer to me, my love." you told her chuckling softly.
She chuckled and hummed in response, using her feet to get closer to your face. "Thank you." you whispered. Not wasting a minute, you open your mouth sticking your tongue over her inner labia, also licking her wetness. You heard her growl even louder than before, the sound of the sheets crashing into her strong grip. Pulling your face back, placing your hands on her knees spreading them even more apart, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting directly into her gaze straight into yours. You smirked seductively, trying to give her a taste of her own medicine.
"Don't you do it." Sevika said, her teeth grinding. "But what do you want me to do then ?", you replied amused. Determined not to let her nervousness showing more than it already was, she replied with a smirk appearing on her lips in turn. "I want you to eat me out the same way as I made you scream. If you think you can be as good as I was though." you had a sincere laugh, bringing your mouth closer to her inner thigh, not breaking eye contact like her.
Your mouth sticking to her clit, Sevika still had less trouble than you standing on her wrists. Never once did she take her eyes off you when you would came down on her. Maybe she wanted to keep some sort of control over the situation despite being at your mercy, or maybe she was just even more turned on watching you do it. That look she gave you while you pleasured her always made you go bold. You were holding Silco's top soldier in the palm of your hand. You were able to make the most feared name in the Undercity fall apart with just the tip of your tongue.
Determined to pick up the pace, you slide your arms below her thighs, gripping the top of them with your hands. Certain that she wouldn’t be able to move easily now - at least as long as she wasn't trying to - you stuck your tongue harder on her clit, circling around it. Even though she managed to keep her balance, Sevika let her head fall back, her mouth slightly open, much more castling moans coming out.
"Yeah..." she growled. "Just like that... keep going." she expired. Obviously you already knew it, but hearing her say it rekindled the flame in your stomach. Continuing to do what you were doing, you could feel her body tense, her breathing was jerky. "More." she claimed. Ready to give her what she wanted, you agreed moaning against her clit. You untied one of your hands from her thigh, bringing it back to you.
"Your face, show me." you said, going back to what you were doing after asking her. Sevika groaned, her head straightened and her eyes fell back into yours again. Now that she was looking at you, you slid your index finger along her wet folds, making it more slippery. Slowly, you slide your finger in her as it penetrate so easily. Her eyes closed a little more, a sign that what you were doing was good.
Moving your finger in her, you were moving it fast, curling it slightly, trying to find her sweet spot. "Oh fuck-" she moaned, her head fell back once more. Rocking you tongue against her clit, you started sucking it hard, pulling your finger in and out. From below you could see her chest glowing, sweat now covering her. Her ribcage was inflating hardly, and if she didn't stop, she would completely destroying the sheet under her.
That's when you slipped a second finger inside her. "Oh-" she moaned. It was the moment when you couldn't slow down. Sucking and licking at her clit, moving your fingers in and out of her, you were quick and precise. "I’m- Fuck-" she tried to speak unsuccessfully. She was ready to explode at any moment. Her moans getting louder, she started moving her hips against your mouth. Following her movements, you felt her body tremble, it was soon here.
Suddenly, her legs were shaking violently. Her whole body began to do the same and her back bent upwards. A moan louder than any other echoed through the bedroom. You felt her juice pour into your mouth as you sucked all of it like you would suck the juice from a squeezed orange.
You didn't stop either, waiting for her to ask you herself. "Good !" she exclaimed. You released the pressure on her thighs, your fingers slowly withdrawing from inside her. Your tongue shifting from her clit to let her catch her breath before bringing your fingers back to your mouth, licking up what was left of her juice. Her face still buried in the pillow, you could see the top of her ribcage slowing its pace.
You straightened up, pushing off your feet to pull yourself up onto the bed. You reposition yourself between her legs, your arms on both sides of her face. Sevika opened her eyes slowly, still recovering from her orgasm. You tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, leaning down and kissing her cheek. "You've been so good for me, my love." you purred next to her ear. Pressing your forehead to hers, she lifted her human hand before pressing it to your cheek, her thumb caressing it tenderly.
You turned your head to the side, pressing your lips to hers in a deep kiss. "Tell me..." she began, her other mechanical arm resting on top of your hip "... have you had enough ?” she hummed. You chuckled, biting your lower lip. "You wanna go again ?" you asked, a warm smile on your mouth. "Well, let's just say that I really want to hear you again. And we haven't tried everything yet." she finished this sentence by whispering it in your ear. A shiver ran through your body and the same hot ball reformed in your stomach.
Your lips landing on her neck, she placed her finger above your chin making you look at her. "But, only if you actually want it too." she asked seriously. "Of course I want it Sevika. I want you, always." you answered, she smiled, her mechanical hand firmly gripping your hip. Without even realizing it you found yourself flipped on the bed below her, her huge body covering you completely. She caressed your entire body, whispering millions of words in your ear about how beautiful you were.
"More, Sevika. More." you asked desperately. "Anything." she said back. You felt her human hand slide down your stomach, sending millions of electric shocks through you. Sevika lay on her side, facing you, a full view of your body. Her finger just above your clit, she looked at you waiting for a sign. You nodded quickly, your breathing quickening before she even touched it. Sliding it down your wet folds, she scooped up the wetness there, before applying light pressure to your clit making you moan.
"Oh Sevika..." you repeated her name like a prayer. Her eyes went from her finger on your clit to your eyes non-stop. Now circling around it, she added a second finger to her movements as you bit your lip. Finally, she took them both inside you slowly. "Fuck-" you breathed out. Moving them in and out, her pace picked up pretty quick. You lifted one of your arms, grabbing the back of her neck pressing her face to yours, your breaths mingling.
"This- This is really good." you hummed. "Mhm... Faster ?" she questioned. "Yes- Yes please." you tried to articulate. The sound of her fingers moving faster into your clit was filling the sound of your moans in the room. "Oh- Oh- Yes !" you exclaimed with your eyes partially closed. Sevika now pressed her thumb on your clit, also moving quickly on it. "Yes !" you kept repeating. Feeling the heat rise again in your stomach, your eyes closed suddenly. "Look at me." you heard her say. Obeying her request you turned your head to face hers. "You really are a pretty mess, Love." she purred kissing your forehead.
Those nicknames coming out of her mouth. Her warm lips on your skin. Her thick fingers inside you. You couldn't hold it back for long. "Come on. Come on, my love. You're doing so good." she praised now kissing your neck. "Fuck- Yes ! Yes !" you cried out, your teeth gritting. Your orgasm hitting you hard, your whole body frizzed instantly. This feeling of intense pleasure exploded inside you, your back arched. Your hand behind Sevika's neck pulling the bottom of her hair. Your legs shaking harshly. It didn't take long before your body was spasming from head to toe. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel Sevika's gaze on you, devouring you whole, not missing a single piece of your reaction.
After long seconds, Sevika's fingers not slowing down, you started to overstimulate. "Sevika !" you just said. She understood immediately, slowing the pace before pulling her fingers completely out of you. "You did good. You did so good for me." she hummed against your face. Your body relaxing a bit more, you opened your eyes, watching Sevika bring her fingers back to her mouth, sucking your juice on their tips.
Turning on your side too, your arm slung behind her back, pressing her to you. "That was so good, Sev." you exhaled almost inaudibly. As she chuckled, you could feel her belly vibrating against yours. "Yeah, I could see that." she said laughing. "But, tell me..." you began, your nose rubbing hers. "... that wasn't what you meant by 'tried everything', right ?" you say biting your lower lip. Her human hand rising along your hip, she smirked. "Only a part of it, actually." she whispered. "And I think you're far wet enough for the rest." she pointed out.
A chuckle leaving your mouth, you watched her roll over and extend her mechanical arm towards the bedside table. Excitement running trough you, you sat on the bed, watching her tug on the handle of it. Seizing the toy in her hand, she placed it on the edge of the bed before grabbing the rest of the strap. Sevika hoisted herself up on her shins so that it was easier for her to place the harness around her hips.
"Let me give you a hand with this." you purred. "My pleasure." she said watching you move towards her, taking the harness from her hands. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you managed to hook it on her. Now grabbing the toy, you fixed it on the harness, her burning eyes watching you doing so. "Lube it, Love." you nodded, leaning back in the direction of the bedside table too, taking the lube.
When you were done, you tossed it aside. Felling Sevika's hand sliding from the top of your cheek to the back of your neck, turning your face to hers. She licked her lips, looking at yours, she tilted her head to the side crushing her still wet lips to yours. Her tongue caressing the tip of your lips, you opened your mouth letting her explore it. At that moment you swore you could still feel your juice on the tip of her tongue.
Her robotic arm pushing against your lumbus, she pulled you against her, your breasts crashing into each other once again. You were both moaning into each other's mouths. Sevika grabbing your butt, you pulled your face back by lack of air. "You moan so pretty." she breathed out, slightly smacking your butt making you gasp. Sticking her lips to yours once again, she pushed her face against yours causing you to rock back.
"Now be a good girl and spread those legs for me." she purred. Heat waves hitting your body, you obeyed, spreading your legs letting her get between them. Positioning herself correctly in the middle, Sevika rubbed the tip of the toy against your clit. "Don’t- Please." you sobbed. "You ask me..." her mechanical hand grabbed yours placing it over your head. "... you have it." her same hand grabbed your other and putting it above your head as well, tightening them both together, trapping your hands under her grip.
Her lips laying a final kiss beneath your jaw, she gazed into yours, waiting for your response. "I want you..." you started, her face coming closer. "... to make love to me, Sevika." you purred tenderly. Not looking away, her warm breath stroking your face, she smiled. Not the kind of mocking smirk she used to wear. A real smile on which you can almost bet that there was a little shyness hiding there. Although the more time passed the more you saw this kind of smile on her face, you were still amazed every time you saw them, they decorated her face so beautifully, making her cheeks puff out.
"I..." she began, repeatedly switching from one of your eye to the other. Not finishing, she stuck her forehead to yours before leaning in for a passionate kiss. You rolled your hip against the toy, feeling your wetness flow between your legs. "So needy." she whispered ironically. Her free human hand reaching down to her pelvis, she grabbed the toy, placing it in front of your entrance. "Ready ?" she asks seriously, slightly arching an eyebrow. "Yes." you answered, your heart pounding.
Guiding it inside, you felt your walls stretched. You gasped as you clenched your fists, digging your fingernails into your palms. Paying attention to any signs of discomfort, Sevika noticed it. Releasing the pressure around your wrists, she guided one of your hands behind her back, wrapping her fingers around yours on the other. "You’re doing great, my love. Are you alright ?" she asked concerned.
"I- I am." you breathed out heavily. "I just have to adapt the first few seconds." you reassured her. "Of course. Take your time. I’ll go slow." she hummed, her mechanical hand moving along your leg. Focused on your reactions, Sevika kept the same speed, your nerves relaxing slowly. "Faster." you asked. Sevika placed her mechanical arm next to your head stabilizing herself. Her thrusts accelerated, you heard the sound of the harness slamming between your thighs.
"Yes-" you moaned. Your back arched, Sevika taking the opportunity sliding her mechanical arm underneath, sticking your breasts together. The speed evolving gradually, your moans growing louder, she placed kisses along your neck, sucking it hard enough to leave new marks. "You're taking it so well." she praised you. A familiar feeling forming in your belly, you bit your lips together, muffling your sounds.
"Hey." she called out making you look at her. "I want to hear you." she ordered gently. Half-opening your mouth, you released the sounds you were trying to hold back, making her smirk. "Harder." you asked again. Sevika groaned, her thrusts mercilessly, you were whimpering loudly. "Yes !" you shouted. "Just- Just like that." your fingers scratched her back, surely leaving marks. "Keep going- Please-" you whined. "I ain’t going anywhere, Love." she laughed.
Pleasure crossing your whole body, you felt your limit coming. Sevika didn't stop for a second, hitting your spot every time. You didn't know how deeply your fingers had etched her skin, but you were sure of the reddish color of it. "Oh Fuck ! Oh- Yes !" you moaned shamelessly. Wrapping your legs around her waist, you followed her every thrusts. "This- This is so good Sevika !" you cried out against her ear. "That's it, good girl." she praised once more, making you gasp.
You felt your orgasm hitting you hard, releasing the most extreme pleasure into your body. Like fireworks, the waves of pleasure exploded everywhere. You were shaking intensely, not even knowing how you could manage all these feelings at the same time. Head spinning, eyebrows furrowed, you were a mess. Your hot bodies not stopping, your sweats of effort mixing, you were both one, forming an indistinguishable pair.
It wasn’t even possible to describe in words what you felt when you and Sevika were making love. A single spirit connected between two bodies, a single spirit connecting your minds. It was just you two, nothing else existed around you. Within these walls, the eyes could speak more than the mouths. It was stronger than intimacy, stronger than any poem could write, stronger than what a single human could feel. It was love.
Catching your breath, Sevika slowed down her thrusts, letting you recover after that head throbbing orgasm she gave you. "You’re so beautiful." she whispered. You could barely even hear what she was saying so low, your ears ringing. "That was perfect, Sevika." you said. "You were so good." you kept repeating. She chuckled, giving you one of her smiles that you loved so much in response. Both still trying to catch proper breaths, you were holding your foreheads together, enjoying each other heartbeats.
"I’m gonna have to pull out." she informed you. You nodded, tightening your arms a little more around her waist. Positioning her human hand on your hip, she gently removed the toy from your hole, leaving it dripping with your own juice. Gasping at this sudden lack in you, she reached the harness, unhooking it and throwing it off the bed. "You're always doing so good, Love." she murmured as her human hand came to rest on your cheek. Catching her cheeks between yours, you pulled her face to your lips, it fells like you were both on fire.
"I..." Sevika started her sentence. You stop kissing her, letting her finish. Nervous, her eyes were looking everywhere but in yours. She swallowed hard, you could see that what she was doing didn't make her totally comfortable, but she was trying. "I love you." she whispered. Despite the fact that the two of you were alone in this bedroom, you almost couldn't hear her saying it, as if it was a secret that two children in love whispered in each other's ear in a playground.
It wasn't the first time Sevika said this to you, but every time it felt like a first time. She was more the type to show you that she cared about you, through everyday actions rather than vocalizing it. And each time, she was getting shy about it, biting her lower lip as if she was afraid of being rejected. But she knew you needed to hear it, even if you didn't ask her so as not to make her uncomfortable, giving her the time she needed to open up the way she wanted to. She knew you needed it as much as her actually.
You didn't answer directly, concentrating on the features of her face, sliding your thumb along her blue scar. Instead, a huge smile covered your face, as you were holding eye contact, now that she was finally able to look at you. And it terrified her. It terrified her to be suddenly filled with such happiness. That's all she ever wanted to do, bring the greatest treasures of the world right in front of your feet just to see you smile like this forever.
You closed the remaining space between your mouths. The kiss was passionate, strong, heartfelt, heated, burning. Her tongue on the edge of your lips, she was asking permission. Not waiting a second, you opened your mouth, letting her explore it. Your hand slid down the back of her neck, stroking the bottom of her hair, making her moan into your mouth. Pulling away from the lack of air, both of you stayed in that position, reading each other's eyes. Not wanting to stress her out by pointing out what she just said to you with an open heart, you answered ironically.
"Are you saying this right now because we were just making love ?" you exclaimed with your mouth open mimicking shock and a deep chuckle escaped her mouth. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Really funny." she giggled pinching your rib. "Oh God no- Sevika, please ! That tickles !" you were laughing so hard that your stomach was twisting. "No but really- That's so- So romantic of you !" you were trying to say between your laughter. She pinched harder, now bitting the space between your shoulder and your neck. "Okay- Stop ! You win alright ! You win !" you said, trying to make her stop. "Say you submit." she ordered smirking, stopping biting your skin. "Never." you said frowning, trying to sound like her.
"Well, then…" she warned, her teeth greeting your skin once again. This time, your laughter made your stomach hurt so badly that you couldn't even ask her to stop. "I-" you were struggling so much. "I submit !" you cried out, your hand resting on her chest trying to push her. "I beg your pardon ?" Sevika teased you. "I said..." she placed her face in front of yours, her eyes captivating yours "... I submit." you hummed, a little smile on the corner of your lips.
"Good girl." she purred in your ear, and once again, you were blushing trying not to meet her gaze. Seeing you in this state, Sevika chuckled, her mechanical hand going back and forth on the side of your thigh. "How is it possible that even after moaning all those dirty sounds so loud, you're still so shy when I call you that ?" she rhetorically asked. Her nose came against yours, nudging it in a way that made your face turn. "It's you." you explained. "And why is that ?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "Because. It’s just you." you finished, smiling shyly.
Remaining on top of you after a long time, Sevika dropped herself to the side with a huff. Turning around too, you placed your leg above her hips, your same-side arm wrapping around her waist. You felt Sevika's human hand resting on the top of your head, playing with your hair, while her mechanical hand came to draw circles on your thigh. You both stayed like that for long minutes, enjoying the relaxing silence between you. Your head resting on her chest, you felt her take a deep breath that she exhaled through her nose.
You lifted your head so you could see hers. Her face was stoic, thoughtful, she saw staring at an invisible point in front of her. Wondering what she was possibly thinking about zoning out like this, your hand gently came to rest on her cheek, turning her face in your direction. "What’s the matter, Love ?" you asked concerned. She was looking at you apologetically, something was definitely wrong, but she didn't know how to tell you.
Taking a deep breath again, she exhaled turning her head from left to right. "I..." she began, looking at the wall in front of her. "I wanted to say I'm sorry." she confessed in a weak voice. You weren't expecting this, not at all. It wasn't that Sevika couldn't acknowledge her mistakes, she did, but she'd rather say something she did was wrong than say she was sorry. But also, you wondered why she would tell you that right now.
Sometimes you and Sevika could disagree on many things, and when you did, stubborn as you both were, you couldn't find common ground. You both had a completely different vision of things down here, obviously, you didn't have the same experience, although there were similarities, it was difficult to understand each other about your opinions.
Usually these minor arguments ended with Sevika leaving the room you were in to end the topic, until she came back to the bedroom later, saying nothing but pulling you close to her. As ironic as it may seem, Sevika hated conflict. She couldn't stand the moments when your harmony was interrupted. She couldn't stand the times she had to leave at The Last Drop after an unfinished argument. She hated it more than anything, despite the fact that you reminded her that any relationship couldn’t go without disagreement. But she never wanted to be in disagreement with you.
The last argument dated back to last week. And like almost all of your arguments, it was about Zaun. That night, great tensions were starting to arise in the Undercity, and you yelled at her that sometimes you couldn't take the stress of not seeing her come home. You were trying to make her understand that fighting for the Nation of Zaun was a brave fight, but that it was worthless if she wasn’t fighting for more than Zaun itself. Once again, she probably misinterpreted your words and she preferred to leave the house, rushing angrily through the streets.
However, you haven't talked about it since, preferring to move on and not think about it. Even though she still hasn’t mention what she was talking about, it was the first thought that could have come to your mind. Yet, you couldn't figure out why she would bring this up, when she would probably prefer to pretend it never happened, like she always did.
You didn't answer, you couldn't even think of answering anything, it was so sudden. So you just stared at her, her eyes piercing through your soul, your hand still resting on her cheek. You wish you could have said something, not letting her find her own words alone, but in the mean time, you couldn't even remember your name. Sevika was biting her bottom lip, swallowing hard, trying to vocalize her thought so strongly present but which she was having so much trouble explaining.
"I understand, now." she said slowly, her human hand coming to grab yours on her cheek, squeezing it gently. "The night when you talked about my devotion to Zaun." she clarified, you were right. She exhaled slowly again, as a child preparing to give a speech in front of all the parents at school, not wanting to make a single mistake. "I understand now, what you wanted to tell me about the fact that fighting only for the nation would bring me nothing." her words came out cautiously.
Not wanting to disturb her in her tracks, you let her continue silently. "Because I don't only fight for Zaun, I fight for what Zaun actually is." you were beginning to see where she was coming from, and your heart was beating faster than a racehorse. "I fight for being able to come home to you every night. I fight for being able to feel your arms around me. I fight for being able to hear you say that it'll be okay whenever I fell like everything is falling apart around me." your eyes were starting to burn and you had to force yourself to look up to hold back the beginnings of tears flowing.
"I'm sorry that I was mad at you." she sighed remorsefully. "I was mad at you because you were right." she came replacing a lick of your hair behind your ear. "When I think of Zaun, I think of you." she brought her face closer to yours. "If Zaun as to be without you, then it means nothing to me anymore." her lips brushed yours. "Because it's you." her warm breath caressed your skin. "You are Zaun."
All your senses were on alert, but it wasn't a bad feeling. The mattress may have supported your body, but you still had the impression of falling into an infinite free fall. You could hear your heart in your ears, feel it hitting your chest asking you to come out to stick to Sevika's. Letting the tears roll down your cheeks, you gripped her face between your palms, sealing your lips with one of the most intimate kiss you’ve ever exchanged.
This kiss burned like logs being thrown into a fire. It carried you like your heart had just grown wings. It set you free like fireworks crashing into the sky. It calmed you down like a lullaby sung to a baby. Sevika moaned into the kiss, could she feel it too ? Her human hand sliding along your neck, she came to press your lips even further. This moment was a stability, a routine that you would never get tired of, a moment that you would live again and again as if it were the first time.
"I love you, my love." you sobbed out. "God I- I love you so so much Sevika... You have no idea." you cried out, tears not stopping. Your eyes closing because of the tears, you felt her thumb rest below your chin, gently lifting it up. "I love you more, my love." she whispered, your eyes opening. Her eyes were shining like yours, and she was smiling. A smile she tried to maintain despite her difficulty in retaining this same emotion as you.
Throwing yourself into her arms, your fingers gripped her skin as if it might fly away at any moment. Sevika buried her face in your neck, and you felt it, the freshness of the tears she was trying to hold back falling on your skin. Holding you in her arms, she was holding your world.
She was your balance, the missing piece of your puzzle. She was your remedy, the only one capable of erasing your sorrows with the simple touch of her fingers. She was your muse, the most beautiful colors of a painting, the most beautiful pencil lines. She was the most beautiful poem written by the most dreamy of writers. She was your other half, your soulmate, your twin flame, your home. She was the love of your life.
