i forgot i used to post my writing here whoopsz i don’t really write anymore, i mean soemtiems, but i post ts on ao3 cuz tumblr just feels dead to me D:
CW: Abuse (physical and psychological), Blackmail, Drug use, Forced drug use, Non-Consentual touching, Mentions of gambling, Mentions of guns
I... really like mean women... <3 is this Dead Dove territory? Maybe, I dont know.
Also soft launching the fact that, I do write for IDV ladies as well! I really thought my first post would be for Ada because she's my favorite but I was very inspired by friends talking so Evelyn gets first stage. Enjoy!
You don't remember when exactly it was that Evelyn came into your life, though once she did it was impossible to escape the web she ensnared you in. After falling into a sudden dangerous debt, she stepped in, like a heaven sent angel to save you… but now you know that was her game all along, she dealt the cards to put you in that debt, and played them to drag you out.
Then came favors, you owed her after all… first small errands you were more than happy to help with, but she didn’t stop there. Evelyn quickly felt entitled to your existence and the moment there was even a thought of denying her was when it all came crashing down.
You don't know how, but she knew everything about you, from common knowledge to things you never wanted anyone to know about, digging deep into your past. Every little thing was held over your head, and as if that wasn't enough, she asked more of you.
Running Evelyn's errands only dug you deeper into trouble that only she could drag you out of, for the price of more loyalty and service… Even if you managed to pay off the debt you owed Evelyn, the amount of blackmail she had would ruin you no matter where you fled to.
Over time Evelyn began to show her true colors, condescending and sadistic, she began to treat you less like a person and more like property, like a pet. She ordered you about, sneering when questioned, reminding you gently of what you owed.
You tried to keep a semblance of dignity, but Evelyn likes her pets weak and groveling. For the first time she strikes you, back handing you harshly. Taken by surprise you fall back, holding your cheek and staring up at her wide eyed.
When you gather yourself, murmuring a weak apology and trying to stand as you cup your sore cheek, the end of her cane jabs into your chest making you wince and fall back harshly. Evelyn towers over you, looking down at you with such contempt your body goes rigid… for the last time you truly defy her.
Though, being obedient didn't save you from her cruelty. Since that day Evelyn felt no need to pretend anymore, openly getting physical with you when she was frustrated. The number of times her gun has been pressed to different parts of your body, you couldn't count…
Evelyn isn't always awful of course, there's moments when she treats you sweetly, it makes you want to cling to her, but then it was all the more rattling when she reverted back to taking out her emotions on you.
On this night you felt anxious, Evelyn had a small gathering, unknown faces playing some card game you'd never bother to learn. She woke you that day, fingers tracing your face as she explained the importance of keeping up her appearance, her status…
Like her obedient dog, you’ve spent the night fetching her drinks, lighting her cigarettes- hell if she demands you be her ash tray, you have no choice but to grit your teeth and hold out your hands palms up.
They were discussing deals as they played, things you didn't understand, Evelyn liked to keep you oblivious to things that didn't concern you. It was easier to disengage from it all until she called on you, not focusing on the game or the discussion, hoping the night would end early.
Startled by her touch, you’re broken from her thoughts when Evelyn’s hand trails down to your lower back.
She crooks her finger at you, and obediently you lean down so she can speak to you. You can't help a shiver when her breath fans over your ear as she whispers, perfume and cigarette smoke a heavy scent lingering around her,
“Darling,” Evelyn all but purrs, nails grazing the underside of your chin. You know this tone, and an anxious pit forms in your stomach, “how about you cut mama a line, hm?”
You hate handling her drugs, and for a second you consider that's why she has you do it. Staring down at the tray as you carry it into the room, surprised to see it cleared out,
“It seems our guests left early, isn’t that nice?” you let out a breath as you set the tray on a table beside her, nodding in answer… the room felt too big now that it was just the two of you.
Even with the company gone, Evelyn still expects service from you. Your hands shake as you chop up the flaky powder, occasionally glancing at her unsure of when to stop.
Doing your best to neaten the pile into rows, you’re startled when her hands reach out to yours, gently pulling your own away. You let out another breath, and she pets your hair as a form of praise.
There's one big sniff followed by some smaller ones as Evelyn sits up, then a content sigh before you are willing to peek at her, flexing her hands and leaning back in her chair. Her gaze lands on you, pupils blown large like a cat about to pounce.
“Look at you, sweet thing… always so obedient for me,” she pauses, cupping your face with both hands, leading your head down so you’re forced to kneel between her legs. Evelyn’s attention makes you nervous, “I think you deserve a reward, you want to try some baby?” she asks with a tilt of her head, thumb rubbing against your bottom lip.
The question makes your blood run cold, your upward gaze breaking away from hers, and instantly she tries to turn your face to correct it.
“Evelyn I-” she cuts you off,
“Don’t get shy now,” fingers graze the side of your face, up into your hairline, “it’ll be fun~”
Biting your lip, you hesitate to speak,
“I… don't want to, Evelyn-”
Instantly her grip tightens, brows furrowing a fraction. You catch on quickly. It wasn't a suggestion, it wasn't an offer, it was a polite demand. Evelyn wants you to perform for her and she expects you to oblige.
“Baby, I was just saying how obedient you’ve been for me… and I'm being so generous with you,” nails bite into your scalp as she takes a fistful of your hair, “Unless you’re saying you don't want your reward? You want a punishment instead? Is that why you’re being defiant?”
That makes you falter, tearing up, trembling. Opening your mouth but quickly closing it before you can speak, not wanting your voice to break in that pathetic way it does when you’re about to cry.
Your hands come up to cling onto the fabric of Evelyn's skirt, burying your face against her knees trying to hide as tears start to soak the fabric. It's humiliating how quickly you crack, how scared you are… Taking a shaky breath you barely manage to speak without letting out a sob,
“I’m sorry, please don't make me Evelyn… I really don't want to,” you feel your face heat up from begging at her feet, praying that it's enough to satiate her to degrade yourself like this. A light tug on your hair signals you to lift your head, gazing up at her like a kicked mutt. She grabs your jaw, squishing your cheeks with her other hand, well manicured nails digging into flesh,
“Pull yourself together, or you’ll regret it, pet.”
Wide eyed your gaze drops to her lap before you relent and giving a curt nod, more scared of Evelyn than her games. She doesn't give you a chance to collect yourself before pulling you to your feet, there's still coke on the tray, and she cuts a small line. You stare nervously, Evelyn giving plenty of time for your dread to grow.
Once again you’re broken out of your thoughts by Evelyn's touch now polarizingly gentle. Her fingers are cold on your nape, nails gently grazing the base of your scalp as if trying to sooth you, as if she isn't the cause of your distress.
“I’m nervous…” voice just above a whisper, you risk a glance at her. Evelyn seems to be enjoying herself, a devious smile gracing her lips,
“Oh darling,” she murmurs, voice low and breath grazing your ear, “I know it seems scary at first, but it will feel so good…” she gives a mock attempt at comfort, placing a gentle, condescendingly sweet kiss against your jaw,
The hand at your nape urges you to lean down, you try to force yourself to relax. A hesitant hand is placed against the table, the while the opposite has a tightly rolled bill pushed into it, you glance at it before you hear Evelyn whisper into your ear once more,
“Take this and place it here, you’ve seen me do it before,” she croons, so gentle now that you were cooperative. Your hands shake as you plug one side of your nose, lining up the “straw” to the other. It's hard to focus, to think with Evelyn whispering things in your ear, kissing along your throat, surely she can feel your frantic pulse under her lips.
The burn upon your sharp inhale makes you recoil, sputtering and coughing, instantly dropping the rolled up bill. Eyes watering, you hold your face as you step back, a bitter taste coating the back of your throat where it quickly starts to feel numb.
Turning away from the table and sniffling over and over, both from the burn and the growing tingling sensation. It all happens too fast, your heart racing as your skin starts to prickle, as if you had a fever and became sensitive to the touch.
You can hear your breathing, blood rushing through your veins, you practically fall into Evelyn's arms, whimpering and squeezing your eyes shut. Every sound, every light, too loud, too bright, it's all so fast and all you can do is desperately cling to Evelyn, whining and shaking as if in freezing weather.
“Aww, is it too much? Poor thing, come to mama,” her voice is condescending, but you can't bring yourself to care. You’re too disoriented, the feeling of your heart ticking in your chest making you spiral, finding yourself pressing your face into her chest.
Clinging tighter to her, your whole body trembles as one of her hands creeps up your thigh, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make it all better...”
She’s gentle and tender, both during sex and after, so expect to be pampered. She does expect for you to give the same treatment and tend to her needs in return, but she won’t hold it against you if you cannot.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
She likes not only the entirety of your body, but also the way you hold yourself, the subtle changes in your body language that reveal to her more than one could speak. Her favourite part of hers is her hair, as she takes great pride in keeping it voluminous and luscious.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Often her orgasms include squirting, and while she would try to stop it if you don’t like the mess, she can be caught up in the moment and forget to do so.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
If you are open to a relationship between both her and Emil, then she’ll, of course, want to have a threesome sometime. There is a part of her who wants to roleplay, as well as being dominated, since Emil is unable to give her that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Ada has good experience both with men and women, and is good at reading body language. She won’t push if she thinks you’ll be uncomfortable, and will make sure you’re not simply agreeing to please her.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary’s a classic, and she enjoys seeing you under her, or feeling you above her. She likes to lean back on her heels and see how much of a mess you are.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Ada might crack jokes beforehand to lighten the mood if you’re nervous, but won’t make any during, as she doesn’t want to ruin the mood, as it might make Emil feel a bit off about the whole thing.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)
She’s not fully shaved, but keeps it trimmed, and doesn’t mind if you have any hair. She’s not vain enough to dye her pubes the same colour as her hair when she has skins, and isn’t embarrassed about it at all.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)
She is intimate, less so romantic, as she has plenty of time to pamper you when you’re not having sex. She thinks sex is an intimate thing, and will tend to your needs before hers.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)
Sometimes she masturbates, as she has a higher sex drive than Emil, or if she’s busy. Moments when she’s horny but doesn’t want to have sex is rare, and mostly from stress, but she will discuss it with the two of you if it becomes frequent and if she finds herself rejecting, only to masturbate in secret.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
She likes to be dominant in the bedroom, and enjoys body worship and you calling her master/mistress/mommy, but other than that, she’s pretty vanilla.
L = Location (favourite places to have sex)
Of course, the bedroom. She won’t risk anything else, as she doesn’t want to be caught and doesn’t like taking that risk at all - sex is a private thing, and such intimacy shouldn’t be intruded upon by outsiders. Also Emil has anxiety.
M = Motivation (what turns them on?)
Be submissive to her, and she’ll be all over you. Naturally, she loves it when you dress up for her, and won’t be able to keep herself in check if you show up in, say, a maid dress. That being said, she also loves it if you’re being dominant, when you boss her around and call her a good girl with that voice of yours.
N = No (what turns them off?)
While she is up for roleplay, she doesn’t like any situations where one of you is pretending not to want the sex, or when there’s a severe power imbalance.
O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)
She knows how to give Emil pleasure, and she knows her way around her own anatomy, so she’ll be able to give oral well, although she doesn’t have much experience with giving women oral.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
She’s slow, taking her time to explore every inch of your body, backtracking when it makes you feel good. She might be fast and rough if you like it, but it tires her.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)
Naturally, she’s alright with quickies, and doesn’t mind them, as long as they aren’t in places where the two of you won’t get caught - even if it’s in, say, a locked broom closet, she won’t do it. Most of the time she’s not afraid of being caught, moreso she’s afraid of how you’d react to the consequences.
R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)
She’s experimental, sure, but she won’t take any risks, no matter how big or how little the chances of consequences. She wants to make sure you and Emil are healthy both physically and mentally. That being said, she would take some risks if it was just the two of you alone…
S = Stamina (how long do they last?)
One or two rounds, perhaps, but she’s welcome for you to continue to play with her exhausted body afterwards. There’s a safe word for a reason, and she’s not hesitant to tell you when it a enough.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)
She knows her way around sex toys, such as vibrators, straps, dildos, etc, but doesn’t like to use the toys which lean more to the BDSM side of things, such as bondage or discipline, as she doesn’t like the idea of hurting you or preventing you from saying the safe word.
U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
While she’s almost a service top (moreso a soft dom) she enjoys teasing and edging you, so that you’re a mess beneath her. It’s fair play if you do the same to retaliate; she might even enjoy it.
V = Volume (how loud are they?)
She’s pretty loud with her sweet moans, and vocal about what feels good and what doesn’t. She’s often bossing you around, even if she bottoms, because she’s so used to ordering Emil around.
W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)
She wants to be dominated, or to be fucked with Emil watching (or for you to fuck him while she’s watching).
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Brown nipples, I think, and her inner labial folds are a bit longer, and protrude from the rest of her vulva.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s relatively high, higher than Emil’s, anyways. She’s perfectly fine if you can satisfy her every time, and doesn’t mind masturbating when you can’t. If it were up to her, though, you’d be having sex a few times a week.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sex with her isn’t too rough, and you’ll have both her and Emil to satisfy you, so safe to say you won’t exhaust her to the point where she desperately needs a nap afterwards. She is happy to do most of the aftercare, and sometimes stays up to watch the two of you sleep.
Bitter bitches in the IDV fandom can scream and throw a hissy fit all they want that Adamil is the "token straights" of the characters and that annoying edaters are the only people who play them,
But Ada spent her entire life following in her father's footsteps to be a doctor, pioneering a new experimental treatment method in psychology that didn't promise success. In fact, every patient she attempted to treat only seemed to get worse at the sound of her whistle.
It wasn't until her internship at the White Sand Street Asylum that she finally saw a breakthrough in her research with a single patient- with Emil. And she saw how the rest of the doctors treated him and knew it wasn't right, that he deserved better than sedatives and restraints.
Despite the asylum's resignation at his condition, Ada knew that her hypnotherapy was the only treatment that could heal him. And though Emil couldn't fully grasp the situation through his medication at the start of their relationship, he knew that Ada wanted to help him beyond forcing him to sleep and strapping him into his bed. He recognized that she was the only doctor to truly want to treat his illness, the only person who was even nice to him after all his years in the asylum.
And you can shout from the rooftops that their relationship is inherently unhealthy and has a dangerous power balance but 1) Most if not All of the ships in IDV are toxic as about 98% of the characters are horrible people and 2) Ada literally ran away and gave up on her entire career as a doctor for Emil. She spent years putting in the work to even get that internship at White Sand and she threw it all away in the hopes that the one she loved would stop hurting. Even if it wasn't her treatment, she wanted to Emil to stop hurting no matter the cost.
Even with the power balance, Ada loved that man. And it's clear Emil loved her, too.
amab sevika getting random boners whenever she’s out with you, something that usually just never happens. it pisses her off, it always embarrasses her no matter how much it happens. you’ll usually tease her, say dirty stuff to see her get even harder.
the thing is, it usually turns out in your favour, she’s quick to pick you up and throw you on the couch, pulling her zipper down with a flustered face.
“why not use that mouth for something else, kitty?”
mind you though, sevika is 6’2, you could stand on that couch and you’d be taller maybe by 1-2 inches, so her cock is straight up in front of you. you’ll scoff and act all innocent, saying things like “what did i dooo” or “whattt whyyyy-uhh”
she doesn’t take shit from you though, the tip of her cock already on your lips as she grabs a fistful of your hair. it’s warm and throbbing, those veins popping out amazingly.
you’re quick to give it a kitten lick, teasing her by dragging your tongue flat against the tip after the first moan. she’s already shivering, the grip on your hair getting stronger.
“you looove acting so tough, sev” you grin, “but look at you…”
your hand wraps around it, giving it a few strokes before lowly gasping at the sight, a drop of pre cum rolling down onto your hand. you can’t help but chuckle, watching how her face and ears turn red out of shyness.
with your eyes on her, you let go and drag your tongue harder, making sure to clean her up very well. she whimpers, letting go of your hair and grabbing her cock, her metal arm grabbing your chin and forcing your mouth open.
“c’mon, no more teasing” she grunts, eyes hungry and desperate, mouth parted.
you let out a mewl, giving her a cheeky smile before taking her member all at once, lips sealing tight around it. you do t waste any fucking time, swirling your tongue and bobbing your head like the good little bitch everyone takes you for.
“fuck — puppy, jesus christ” she bottoms out, her hips now slowly jerking. “you look so fucking good y/n, god”
you give her another smile, cheeks full with teary eyes. you can feel the head hitting the back of your throat now, her hand holding your face in place as she fucks into your mouth, thrusting roughly.
you gag, hand now grabbing her dick and you close your eyes shut, focusing on pleasuring instead of the warm feeling going up your throat. it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had accidents due to her roughness.
she continues, throwing her head back whenever your swirl your tongue or moan, the vibrations sending chills up her body. sevika could feel herself about to come, hand around your jaw tight as fuck as she thrusted a couple of more times, pushing your head back and pulling out at the right time.
a small drop cum falls on you chin, she’s shaking and breathing heavy, cock still hard.
Ada letting you eat her out after a long day at work, she’s usually so strict when it comes to intimacy, always being a giver and refusing to receive. Usually, it angers you, you believe that she deserves to feel good too but it’s always a no.
Tonight things were different, she had gotten a pretty deep cut on her abdomen while doing one of her little stunts at work, she refused medical service and ran straight to your shared place. Red face as she scrunched her nose, you could tell she was in pain.
You found yourself laying next to her after you stitched her up and helped her take a warm shower, she had mentioned her pain had eased a bit, asking for you to lay down with her.
“I want you to eat me out.”
Huh?
“What?” You scrunched your nose in confusion, lifting one of your eyebrows up.
Ada gave you an embarrassed look, something she rarely did. She was always so confident that you had forgotten she felt embarrassment too. She bit her lip, her hand slowly moving to your cheek, her thumb caressing it ever so gently.
“Will you do mommy that favour, kitty?” She whispered, her face is now various shades of red. You nod, slowly, as if you were trying to process what she had just asked you.
“Mm, good girl, do you mind taking these off for me?” She asks quietly, pointing at her underwear. She wasn’t fond of sleeping with pants, always wearing a oversized T-shirt with some cute panties, usually the ones with little bows at the front.
Without thinking twice you did it , quick but cautious, shifting from where you were lying beside her. Your body twists without a thought, heat hitting your core as you slide down to her smooth, long legs.
You sit inbetween them, careful not to hurt her, your hands now hovering for a moment above her hips. Then, slowly, deliberately, your fingertips grab the hem of her underwear, slowly pulling it down. As you begin to peel the fabric down, you notice a wet patch on them.
It wasn’t easy to tell, as she preferred wearing darker clothing. Your mind immediately went to places, thinking about what you would end up doing to her tonight. She snaps her fingers, bringing you back, she doesn’t play when it comes to authority.
“Mommy doesn’t like it when you take too long, baby.”
You nod, slipping her underwear off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. You start salivating at the view, her puffy pussy now on display for you. She wasn’t fond of shaving, so thick hair covered it. Her folds were glossy, glistening with her arousal. Her swollen clit was the best part, it was practically screaming to get abused.
You were quick to position yourself, not caring if you looked dumb. With your thumbs you carefully spread her lips open, quickly dragging your tongue, flat, like always.
Ada whimpers, her hand making its way to your hair and giving it a tug.
“I haven’t even done much.”
She huffs.
“Continue.”
With a giggle you go back to her pussy, giving it a few kisses here and there before diving in. You softly suckle on her lips, slowly making your way up to her clit. A few kitten licks is what it takes before you can hear her moan, her puffy nub all warm against your slick tongue.
She was sensitive, always, no matter what. Shes always been a quick spark for you.
“Right there,” she breathes out, tugging harshly at your hair. “Fuck.”
You chuckle, your finger now at her hole. They deliciously slipped in, her warm and wet hole practically begging to be stretched.
It doesn’t take long before she’s shaking, your tongue on her clit, fingers curling up, hitting her g-spot. You feel it before you hear it, the way her thighs tighten around your head, her breath, her body twitching. It was bliss. And you couldn’t help but giggle, you’ll have something to be proud of.
You look up, she’s staring down at you, smug smirk plastered across her face.
“Again,”
HUH?
“Erase that smile off your face, baby. Do it again. Make mommy feel good.”
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