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@jackels-in-space
HI THERE!
I'm Jackel! I mainly write for different fandoms so if you're from my other mains welcome back!
I post on AO3 and I have an art main @lezinurcloset
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Masterlist
When you realise there’s a massive editing and pacing issue with an unfinished fic you’d been writing for nigh 2 years…..
Shietttttt time for a rewrite and re-post.
Guilty Pleasures has hit over 5k hits on AO3 what the fuck you guys?????? That’s like a least a thousand people clicking my fic and reading it sweet fucking god
👏IF👏YOU👏USE👏OR👏TALK👏ABOUT👏USING👏C.AI👏I👏AM👏BLOCKING👏YOUR👏ASS👏 IMMEDIATELY👏HOLY👏FUCKING👏SHIT👏
So there’s this writer who’s an ex of a friend @edibletoothpick (burner blog) We always suspected of them using AI because the conversation language was completely different to written language…yeah they posted a video…and the ChatGPT tab is open.
You deny the allegations but you can’t even lie correctly???
Girl. Be fucking for real.
No thoughts other than how fucking good the ovulation sex would be with young!ambessa (yes I will be horny on main side blog) like both you and her synced up ugh gods have mercy on the both of you
vampire mel!!!!!!!! VAMPIRE MEL!!!!!!!
Everyone listen… Vampire Mel x Vampire Sevika.
i LOVE vampires feeding off each other 😭
Don’t need to write another wip I don’t need to write another wip I don’t need to wr-
[opens up google docs]
So like any wise author when struggling with writers block I wrote the start of a ambessa x oc multichap and posted it on ao3 (blood and hunger). Do you want me to cross post onto here as well or nah?
So fresher flu hit early. Knowing how these kids eye rolled me when I told them to mask up and stay home (I’m a peer mentor, an adultier adult) no doubt we’re gonna get a shit ton of covid coming back in.
Actually it’s not just them it’s also the older year levels I had to sit with someone in my group who told me “don’t worry I’m not crying I’m sick” I’d rather you be crying than sick rn.
Now I have classes I can’t miss and I’m unable to get a doctors appointment for a certificate. I have the sniffles and the beginning of a cold so what I’m doing is masking up and staying the fuck away from people. I’m using the still avaible wipes to wipe my surface before and after.
It’s not that hard to be considerate of others. Mask the fuck up. You did it for two mandatory years you can handle masking up making three days of a week.
Yay we hit over 30 followers!!! Thank you guys!! 🥺🥰
Do you ever think that someone has like a snickers bar or some shit on hand because sevika gets mad fucking hangry especially after she’s used shimmer??
Silco: Sev, you always get angry after shimmer
Sevika: no I don’t, tf.
Silco: *takes out a snickers from his pocket with a sigh* here take it.
Sevika: *swallows it whole*
Silco: you’re not you when you’re hungry
Sevika: *spits out the snickers and squints at silco* is this…is this butterscotch snickers??
Silco: mb the kwiktrip was all out of the original
This is how I learn there’s a butterscotch flavour??? I knew of the raspberry mars bar (disgusting)
Do you ever think that someone has like a snickers bar or some shit on hand because sevika gets mad fucking hangry especially after she’s used shimmer??
Silco: Sev, you always get angry after shimmer
Sevika: no I don’t, tf.
Silco: *takes out a snickers from his pocket with a sigh* here take it.
Sevika: *swallows it whole*
Silco: you’re not you when you’re hungry
Do you ever think that someone has like a snickers bar or some shit on hand because sevika gets mad fucking hangry especially after she’s used shimmer??
Great writing, odd question, but do you happen to rp in arcane ?
Thanks!!!
No I don’t. RP beyond my silly lil horse game is something I don’t engage with for several reasons the most being I can barely stick to a writing schedule for my fics and RP would be a little too much on my plate
GUILTY PLEASURE: MASTERLIST
Sevika was a war vet. She was a lieutenant. She was meant to be always be in control. In fact, her control issues was what made her good at making business deals for Shimmer Health but one comment from Ambessa Medarda, C.E.O. of Medarda Industries had her yearning for something different; she had a taste of submission and she wanted more. But that didn't align with the plan her girlfriend of seven years had for their life. She was Sevika's rock in this tumultuous life outside of the military and yet...she get's broken up with over the phone. It's Ambessa that's there to pick up the pieces. At the same time though, Piltover Associates returns to Zaun County and old secrets are brought up from the ground...
AO3 gets updated first and more often.
TLDR: the cowboy ceo AU, kinky ambvika fic with insane plot that nobody asked for
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
TBC
╔⏤╝GUILTY PLEASURE: PART 4╚⏤╗
Sevika goes home back to her family ranch. Things are starting to become complicated with Piltover Associates looking at Zaun again, years after destroying the land.
Also posted on AO3
WC: 2.6k
Tags under cut-off - semi-smut in this section
Tags: Modern AU, Swearing, War Vet Ambessa, War Vet Sevika, Domme!Ambessa, Sub!Sevika, kink negotiations
Breakfast was actually quite sweet. They had walked to a boulangerie, ordered coffee and a selection of pastries, and then walked over to a park.
Ambessa acted like she hadn’t brought Sevika to submission merely an hour ago. She was so casual, sitting at an angle on the park bench to watch Sevika speak. Her head was being supported by her hand, her elbow resting on the back of the bench. Her curls were loose and her gaze soft.
“Moving back to the ranch?” she asked, taking a sip of her coffee. “You didn’t mention that last night.”
Sevika shrugged, brushing off the remnants of a pain au chocolat off her lap.
“Got a text this morning. Several issues have happened at once,” the younger woman started off, pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket.
She opened it up, swiping between the Slack channel Silco had at-ed her in and then also the series of texts from Vander.
“Like what?” Ambessa prodded, curious. “Business or pleasure?”
“Both. Piltover Associates is trying to move back into Zaunite County and Silco wants someone from S.H. to help Renata and the other lawyers out.”
The older woman scoffed, shaking her head. She too had heard of Piltover Associates, a conglomerate corporation with so many other smaller companies under its wings. It tried to get HexTek but Shimmer Health had thankfully been quick to provide partnership (and Ambessa might have supplied funding to HexTek in an anonymous donation).
“Cheeky fucks,” the Silver Wolf muttered. “Didn’t they decimate Zaun County?”
Sevika tensed, her molars grinded as she sighed out heavily. It reminded Ambessa of a pissed off bull, ready to gut someone.
“Yeah…Kirra-Chem and Shoola Mechanics. Fucking factories raped the land, poisoned our young and killed our old. Now they have the gall to come back.”
Enraged, but not wanting Ambessa to see how pissed off she was, she took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth. She savoured the feeling of it in her mouth, rolling it around her tongue, before raising the lighter. But, Ambessa intervened, putting a large, firm hand on her wrist to stop her.
“What?” Sevika mumbled around the stick, her eyes wide and so doe like.
Ambessa was just smirking.
“Never have I seen a smoker take so long to light up,” she started to tease as her hand ran up to take the lighter out of Sevika’s hand to spark up. “Other than those with an oral fixation.”
Sevika sputtered even as the cigarette was lit, caught off guard. Ambessa was kind enough to take the cigarette out of her mouth.
“The fuck?” Sevika wheezed out.
Ambessa brought it up to her lips, her eyes never leaving Sevika as she took in a drag. Cigarettes weren’t her favourite vice but her time in the army she had gone through a few packets.
“Oral fixation,” she repeated, smirking. “Means you want something in your mouth most of the time.”
The younger woman rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself as she shifted on the bench.
“What happened to keeping it cool before we negotiated?”
“Oh, I said nothing about flirting.” Ambessa took a final hit before handing it back to Sevika, gazing from the corner of her eyes. “So, you’ve told me about the workside of the move. What about pleasure?”
Sevika tapped the ashes down onto the concrete before taking her time with the cigarette. She exhaled, smoke going out of her nose.
“Ranch needs some more hands for the season. Gotta go full cowboy.”
The image of Sevika in chaps and a cowboy hat did things for Ambessa, a slow curl of lust in her gut. It only added to the desire of needing the younger woman on her knees, collared and owned.
It was days after the hotel rendezvous.
The trip back to Zaun was filled with both anxiety and relief. Home wasn’t really home, not with Salim out of her life; it was too empty and missing so much warmth. The ranch wouldn’t have changed much in her absence.
The ranch was probably one of the least spoiled places in Zaun County and thus had a decent cattle herd being raised for meat as well as a slowly thriving equestrian centre. When her father finally fucking died she had redone the place. At first, Sevika was going to do it on her own, a way to heal from both his death (and life) and also her time in the military, but then the community stepped in to help.
Shit, it went from a dingy place to a quality area to the point Sevika allowed Babette to set up a vocational retreat on the land. Due to her lifestyle, she had taken over the bunkhouse as her place of residence, giving the main house to the ranch hands and workers to sleep in. The guests had their own place far enough from the main sections of the ranch for Sevika to not really care about them.
“What’re you brooding about?” Vander asked, pulling off the main freeway and onto the road that’d take them down to Fissure Ranch.
When Vander had messaged her about coming home, he had offered to pick her up from the train station a county over and bring her home. Afterall, both her bike and her car were in storage at the ranch and it was getting too expensive to hire a car.
Sevika sighed, letting her head rest against the window of the truck.
“Just…lotta shit changed, hasn’t it?”
Vander knew about the break up. Kinda was hard not to when Ran started messaging the group chats and message boards (the ones where Sevika would not have touched with a metre stick.) There might have been a plan made up to help get the veteran back on her feet and Vander hadn’t been entirely truthful about needing help on the ranch (and Silco knew Renata would be fine fighting P.A. herself but the older woman had insisted.)
“Just you wait till you see what the kids have done to the old grain silos,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Might get some more holiday markers in to see it.”
“Great. More fucking toursits…”
“Oh, don’t be so glum, Sevika.”
“Nah, because…what the fuck is that?” she spoke out in awe.
When they turned a corner to cut between the mountains and forests and three towering grain silos poked through the top. Kaleidoscopes of vivid stars and galaxies decorated them, golden strings connecting them together to make one big mural.
“The culmination of an entire art school getting bored during the summer break,” the man chuckled, shaking his head. “You know, they spent days at The Last Drop coming up with plans. Pow-Pow and Ekko led the charge.”
Sevika’s lips tipped up slightly in pride. Sure, the younger generation pissed her off to no end. and she really despised how Silco had taken Jinx in as an intern, but when they got their brain cells synchronised, they really did know how to make something special.
“Guess I can’t bulldoze it down now,” she joked. “Think I might actually get murdered.”
“Oh, yeah no, don’t. I think Silco has told Pow-Pow how to hide a body.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. Might have to do some body burying myself…wouldn’t be the first time.”
Vander turned his eyes off the road and looked at the woman, seeing the deep frown.
“Worried about Piltover coming back in?”
“Aren’t you?” she shot back. “We sued them and got so much back in reparations to the point we rebuilt the damn fucking town but it doesn’t change what they’ve done. Now, they're trying it again.”
The man gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“I’ll be honest here, Sevika, because I believe we can be honest to one another,” he started off, voice rough and deep. “I’m terrified. Silco’s built up an empire of industry but it might not be enough.”
Sevika nodded in agreement.
The rest of the journey continued in silence as the dirt road became gravel and the truck passed under an arch that read “Fissure Ranch”. It branched off into three paths; one to Sevika’s bunkhouse, another to the main house and the final towards Babbette’s little homestead-retreat bullshit.
Vander took her up to the main house, parking alongside many cars…too many.
Sevika turned to look at the man, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Let me guess? Surprise party?”
“Taking the fifth.”
He got out of the car and Sevika rubbed her temples in annoyance. She hated parties. Sighing to herself, she got out and grabbed her bags, slinging the military backpack onto her shoulder, her duffle bag in hand.
The moment she stepped into her house, the bags were taken by a ranch hand muttering a ‘g’day’ and ‘I’ll take ‘em to the bunkhouse, miss’. Then, Vander was pushing her through the crowd, people saying greetings, towards the drinks table.
The main house had been passed down the family on her father’s side. It was the traditional style for a ranch with a big, lofted living space used as a party room. Sevika’s mother was South Indian and the living room was her favourite space; it was probably the one place where Sevika hadn’t renovated at all, just touching up the paintwork.
The walls were a soft white, warm and comforting, and the woodwork stained a rich red. The tiles around the, admittedly oversized, fireplace were a rich terracotta with pressed flower designs. The brass idols her mother had brought over to America resting on the mantelpiece with candles in between. The furniture had been moved out to make space for the party, as had the rugs.
Thankfully, the party decorations hadn’t been nailed into the wall or else Sevika might have broken some noses.
“Sevi!” someone screeched and Sevika shuddered even as a glass was handed to her.
It was about an hour of talking and mingling before Sevika checked her phone and saw the notification:
Ambessa:
Are you home, sweet thing? Call me.
Sevika knocked back the rest of her drink, made her excuses and left the main house, walking down to the bunkhouse. On the way, she did as she was told and called Ambessa. The older woman picked up after a couple of rings.
“You got me out of a party,” Sevika huffed out, sounding more grateful than annoyed.
“Must have been quite dull then?”
“Oh, the opposite. I just don’t like ‘em.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” There was a pause. “How are you? Travel wasn’t too awful?”
“Nah, done the trip enough times I’m used to it.”
There was a slight smile at the fact Ambessa cared.
“And you? Are you well?” the older woman pressed, her voice a seductive lull.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, opening the bunkhouse door before shutting and locking it. “You? Are you still in a U.S. timezone?”
She pressed the phone between her ear and her shoulder, tugging off her boots and undoing her belt.
“Yes, I’m in New York right now. I wanted to call and check in with you.”
“And no other reason?” she grinned, the alcohol making her a little more buzzed and bold.
“Darling, if I was going for phone sex, I’d ask for a picture of what you are wearing but that’s not happening. I also was wanting to see if you had a chance to look at the contract I sent over?”
“Uh, no, not yet. Do you mind if I get dressed into something more comfortable and we can go over it on the phone?” she asked, closing all the blinds.
“Of course. No rush to do it now, though.”
“Honestly, my curiosity is winning.”
She put the phone down on the kitchen table and started to walk away but then an evil, little thought filled her head. She picked it back up and took it to her bedroom, balancing it on the dressing table opposite the bed and then started a FaceTime call. Not even looking up when Ambessa accepted the call, Sevika prepped for bed, grabbing sweatpants. Usually, she’d sleep without a top on and for a moment, she internally debated getting a vest or not for a moment before getting one anyways.
“You took your time there,” Ambessa teased.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Sevika moved so that she was slightly off camera, checking behind herself to see if she was in view or not, before stripping. Having her phone on full volume meant she could hear the sharp inhale and exhale of the older woman. She bent down on purpose to step out of her jeans and panties, making a point to throw them onto the bed in full view of the camera.
“Are you going to tease or are you going to show off?”
“I thought you said no phone sex?”
“Mm, that was before you decided to be a brat.”
The tone was dark, a siren's call to turn around and step into the cameras view but, she was going to hold out (even though she was getting aroused.)
“Nope, negotiating first. And I’m not a brat!”
“Brat,” Ambessa quietly muttered, relenting.
Eventually, she was dressed. Bringing the phone closer, she got out her tablet and pen out of her work bag and opened up her emails. She downloaded the pdf and then opened it up, whistling low.
“Shit, Ambessa, this reads like a legal document.”
Sevika looks up and saw that Ambessa is in bed, a glass of wine in one hand, her phone in the other. The screen light was reflected in glasses and her silver curls were hidden and protected by a red, silk bonnet. For looking so casual, she was rather beautiful.
“It’s not legally binding, darling. I just want to be clear and concise, that’s all. Anyway, the first page is mainly just standard things; aftercare, safewords and how they’re mandatory. Definitely read over it but I am more interested in the kink list beginning page 3.”
Sevika swiped through, her eyes widening.
On the left side was the kink name, then going from ‘strongly not interested’ to ‘interested’. There were two lines of writing space below each kink ranking for Sevika to put her thoughts down. Out of curiosity, Sevika swiped through and then realised there were about a hundred or so kinks listed and then there were additional pages for her to write down anything else that wasn’t listed.
Next, a page for her soft and hard limits. Then, there was a page for Sevika to write down her aftercare wants and needs. A page for specific fantasies she wished to play out. Finally, what she wanted from the dynamic; did she want to be ‘owned’ by Ambessa or was it play for the sake of play.
She swallowed thickly.
“Holy shit, ‘Bessa, you’re thorough,” she whistled out.
“I’m thorough in everything, darling. From work to pleasure and…well…to punishment too,” she purred, causing Sevika to swallow and ignore how wet she just got. “Do you want to be punished, Sevika? Is that something you’re interested in?”
Her hindbrain said ‘yes’ but her sensible brain made her shake her head and laugh.
“You can find out once I’ve finished this fucking manuscript.”
It caused Ambessa to laugh and then take a solid sip of her wine.
“Shall I leave you be then, pet? Let you work out what you want?”
“Yeah, probably for the best.”
Still got things to work through in my own brain, she thought to herself.
“Text me if you need any clarity and, oh, I expect thoroughness, Sevika.”
She couldn’t help what came out, her mouth moving quicker than her brain.
“Yes, ma’am,” she teased, moving to close the call before Ambessa could respond.
She looked down at the first kink on the list:
Acarophilia: arousal from scratching.
She sighed, realising it was going to be a long night.
Chat, opinions if I wrote a short thing about the silco crew all being vampires or some shit?
