note: reader is a personality hire, clearly. pretty privilege gets you far in life! (;
there’s not a single day that goes by without leon questioning how.. exactly you got this job, but he has a sneaking suspicion that your looks certainly helped your application. respectfully, of course.
leon was your mentor, you were the rookie apprentice he was assigned to babysit. was he particularly happy about it? no, of course not. but did it make it a little better when he saw how easy you were on the eyes? well, yes!
despite being a pretty face, you were a sensitive little thing and you don’t even make it down the hallway before your vision gets all blurry and stupid.
but! you do make it all the way to the bathroom before it spills over—before your throat tightens so hard it burns and your hands start shaking when you lock the stall. the fluorescent lights hum overhead and your bottom lip is wobbling.
it’s so unfair. you were trying. like, you were really trying.
ugh.
now you're crying. embarrassing.
a clammy hand claps over your mouth because the little broken noise that comes out of you is actually mortifying. ‘he didn't even yell, (name).’ you tell yourself but it's not helping. at all actually.
“sloppy. again.”
that’s what leon s. kennedy said. bored. unimpressed. disappointed.
you replay it over and over. the way he didn’t look at you when he said it. the way he stepped in and fixed your mistake in three clean motions like it was nothing. you’re in your twenties. you should be better by now. faster! sharper! worth the time he’s spent on you but instead, you’re crouched on a closed toilet seat, knees pulled in, sniffling like the chubby kid who got picked last in gym.
and you hate that it matters this much. he’s your mentor, you're a rookie. that’s all. he’s supposed to be hard on you. this job is life or death. you know that, but you wanted—just once—for him to look at you and see progress.
instead he saw a liability.
your sleeve is damp from wiping your nose, gross. you wore this cute top for him actually. and! that was another thing! you looked so cute today and he didn’t even tell you that you looked pretty! whatever. your eyes sting as you try to steady your breathing the way he taught you after you saw your first dead body—four in, four hold, four out—but it just shudders apart halfway through.
you’re still sniffling when the stall door swings open. no knock, just metal screeching softly off its hinge. you look up, eyes glossy and wide — and there he is. leon s. kennedy fills the doorway with his muscular frame, one hand still resting on the door.
..he's wearing that tight fit navy shirt that you like so much today.
his thumb jerks toward the sinks.
“Out.”
your stomach drops and you scramble up too fast, nearly tripping over your own boots. your face is hot, mascara definitely smudged and you can’t even look at him as you squeeze past the small sliver he leaves in the doorway because you can feel that fucking stare he’s giving you.
and then — that walk.
he turns, stepping away from the stall and closer to you. it’s unfair how steady he is. always steady, mature.. so.. slow and magnetic? that subtle sway in his hips with each step, the material of his shirt shifting with the movement, holster brushing against his thigh.
he knows exactly how much space he takes up in a room.
and you hate that you notice it while you’re literally mid mental breakdown. okay, maybe you did develop a crush on your hot senior.. but who could blame you!
you, honest to god, don’t know what to do with yourself but trying to breathe normally and it’s not working, of course it’s not. why would it? your chest keeps doing that pathetic hitching thing. leon stops a few feet in front you — arms loose at his sides, posture straight, eyes steady and watching you. always watching.
“you done?” he asks.
you nod your head before you can stop yourself and he steps closer — that same slow stride. “if i knew you were this much of a crybaby then..” he says evenly before trailing off when he sees your lip wobble again. christ.
“i corrected you, (name).” he continues. “that’s my job, right? what’s this about?”
you immediately get huffy. “you sounded disappointed!” it sounds like an accusation.
there. it slips out before you can stop it; the daddy issues. his expression doesn’t change much but something in his eyes shifts — you don't notice but he definitely feels something else he can’t place quite yet.
“if I thought you were a lost cause,” he starts, “i wouldn’t waste the time.”
your breath catches at the validation, and it scratches the need for praise in your brain so good you could thump your fucking foot.
“fix your face,” he adds after a second. “we’re not done.”
Hi guys first official post! I have no idea how to actually navigate and use tumblr buttttt I’ll learn eventually bc I want to write things and build a little community! Expect a little masterlist soon! 😁
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, jealousy, possessiveness, oral sex, spit, some strap-on action, light spanking, a little bit of degradation, a tiny bit of angst at the end
You enter the Last Drop like you own it. It’s one of the things that Sevika finds so incredibly sexy about you. Wherever you go, you demand the attention of everyone in the room. She pretends not to notice you, willing her eyes to remain trained on the cards in her hand.
You scrunch your nose in disgust. You should be in your date’s apartment getting yourself fucked into the next week and not in some rancid bar filled with the smell of smoke and sweat.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Selvika watches your long legs extend from the slit in your tight black dress as you scan the crowd. Your upper lips curl as you spot the target of your wrath. Then, you stalk across the room with your strappy heels clicking against the flooring.
“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” you snap, agitated that her call cockblocked you.
Your red lipstick is smudged and faded, the lips beneath it soft and swollen. Your long hair is tousled and wild, no longer in the neat bun you had earlier. And surely, you are wearing your best matching underwear. Sevika’s stomach tightens at the mere thought of having someone else undress you.
She ignores you, taking another swig from her glass. You bite your tongue, not wanting to make an unnecessary scene, but your patience is wearing incredibly thin with her. It’s her turn, you can tell from the thoughtful pout on her face, and so you wait for her to pick a card. Sevika, of course, takes her time, going for a card and then deciding against it.
You clench your jaw, recognizing her familiar antics. You grab her jaw and force her to look at you. Standing gives you a height advantage, making Sevika tilt her head back to meet your eyes.
“You better start talking right now, Sevika.”
She slaps your hand away, and you hiss as the sting spreads to your wrist. Pushing her chair back, she stands, easily towering over you. Calmly, she brings her glass to her lips and takes an unhurried sip, prolonging your departure unnecessarily.
It’s clear that she has nothing to say to you and only ordered you here to fuck with you. The tension in your jaw becomes unbearable, and you inhale deep breaths. She still doesn’t say anything to you, only watches you lose your composure. Her face remains hidden by the rim of her glass, and you aren’t even sure if she’s drinking anything. Annoyed, you rip the glass from her grip and drown the remnants of her drink.
“Fuck you,” you say, placing the glass down with a thud. “Have a great evening, or don’t; I couldn’t care less.”
“Where are you heading, babe?” she yells after you, throwing her hands up.
Already halfway across the room, you don’t bother turning back around to face her. But, unfortunately, she knows how to get on your nerves and has achieved her goal of annoying you again.
You sway your hips and lift your hand showing Sevika your middle finger. “Your mother’s bed.”
The men at Sevika’s table begin to howl, slapping their thighs as they watch the sour look on her face. She won’t let you leave this quickly. There is no way that she will let you crawl in someone else’s bed tonight. You belong right here on her lap.
“Sorry, boys,” she says, discarding her cards and leaving her cigarette on the ashtray. “I got some business to take care of.”
She catches you just before you reach the door. Walking past you with quick strides, she takes your wrist and drags you to her apartment. Uncompromising as you are, you dig your heels in the ground, making it extra difficult for her.
“Sevika, I’m not in the mood for one of your games.”
She spins around and throws you over her shoulder with an angry grunt. You yell, slamming your little fists against her back. Empty threats ring in her ears while she continues her way to her apartment. You’d lie if you said her dominance didn’t turn you on.
Throwing her apartment door open, she drops you in her living room. You huff determined to walk right back out, but Sevika has a different plan. She traps you between her body and the door, using her human arm to prop herself against the doorframe.
“My mother’s bed, huh?” she asks, tracing your jawline with a metallic finger.
You move your face away from her touch. “Yeah, she’s fucking me real good.”
Her face darkens, and she squishes your cheek between her fingers. “Watch yourself.”
“I love,” you moan wantonly, pushing Sevika’s buttons without thinking about the consequences, “When she eats me out after a hard day of work.”
Her fingers twist into your hair, tugging on it forcefully. Your lips snap shut, and you close your eyes at the sensation. Sevika watches as your nipples become little pebbles and she arches a curious eyebrow. A claw hooks the front of your dress and quickly tugs the fabric under your breasts, revealing your lush buds.
“Naughty,” she grins, and you force her hand away with an exasperated sigh.
Fixing your dress, you look at her through your lashes. “What do you want from me, Sev?”
“I heard you were on a date.”
Humming, you tilt your head in confusion, wondering where this conversation is going. You study her grey eyes and the rigidness in her jaw, and then you raise your eyebrows at Silco’s second-in-command.
“Don’t tell me you were jealous.”
She steps away from you, suddenly not liking your presence as much anymore. Rubbing the tension from her neck, she walks around the small space of her living room.
“Oh,” you laugh, clapping your hands. “This is too good.”
You follow her, unwilling to let her get away this easily after ruining your night. You had been trying to gain Sevika’s attention for years. Still, she constantly refuses to even acknowledge you as anything more than a fuck buddy, and now that you are moving on, she has the audacity to be jealous? No, she doesn’t get that right.
“Pray tell, how does that big fucking ego fit into your head?” you ask with venom dripping from every word. “How dare you act as though you have any ownership over me.” Sevika stops dead in her tracks, nostrils flaring as she clenches her fists. “News flash, babe. I’m not fucking yours.”
She whirls back around, burying one hand in your hair and drawing you closer to her. With controlled movements, she brings both of your wrists behind your back. Your chest rubs deliciously against her torso, and you suppress a moan at the tingles that shoot up your spine.
“You are mine, [Y/N],” she murmurs a hair’s breadth away from your lips. “Don’t lie to yourself.”
She brings her head to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, harshly nibbling and licking your skin. You angle your head to give her more access, closing your eyes in an attempt to ground yourself.
“Yeah, am I also yours when you are knuckle-deep in one of Babette’s girls?”
She grunts, copper finger hooking underneath the thin straps of your dress and pushing them down your shoulder. Of course, she never wants to talk about any of this, about the future of your relationship. The scariest woman of Zaun adores avoiding difficult conversations.
“Sevika, I want you to be mine,” you whisper hoarsely, clinging onto your sanity as your dress pools around your feet. “I don’t want to be just one of your many girls.”
She lowers herself to her knees, pressing feathery kisses against your stomach. Her tongue darts out, tracing the spot above your black lace thong. Your hips jerk forward at the sensation, and she smirks at you through her lashes. Kissing further down, her hands fiddle with the straps of your heels.
“Do these few extra centimeters intimidate you that much?” you inquire, squinting your eyes at her with a teasing grin.
“No, sweetheart,” she laughs, kissing your thigh. “I want you to stand comfortably when I make you scream my name in a second.”
An unexpected blush rises to your cheek when Sevika winks at you, and the huskiness of her voice makes you squirm in anticipation. Her fingers work quickly in undoing your shoes, and you can’t help the adoring smile that graces your features as you watch her. Once done, she taps your calf two times to tell you to step out of your heels.
Her palms travel over the back of your thighs to your ass, where she squeezes the firm flesh. Straightening her spine, she buries her face between your legs and inhales deeply, causing the blush on the bridge of your nose to deepen. Her nose brushes against your pulsating clit, and you can’t help the shaky breath that falls from your lips. Tauntingly, she begins to move your panties down your legs. The entire time her eyes are trained on your face.
Once the last clothing item is removed, she throws your thigh over her shoulder, granting herself a better position to eat you out. Instinctively, you steady yourself on the bookshelf beside you, and your fingers find her hair, pushing her closer to your core.
Her tongue messily swipes over your entrance, dipping inside for the briefest second. She hasn’t touched you in days and your body is overwhelmed by the feeling of having her close. Her nose rubs over your clit, and you throw your head back, panting like a dog in heat.
Sevika massages the leg on her shoulder, running her nails up and down your goosebumps as she watches you lose your reason over her teasing. You hold on to the shelf tightly, feeling weak in the knees as you tilt your chin back down. Her tongue travels to your clit, and she masterly circles the little bundle of nerves. She knows exactly what to do to make you see stars.
“Fuck, Sev,” you moan, staring at grey eyes. “Yes, just like that.”
You stroke through her hair, undoing the little ponytail she wears. You watch hungrily as her dark hair frames her face, and your heart beats painfully against your ribcage at her beauty. Biting your bottom lip, you close your eyes and move your hip in sync with her tongue.
No one understands your needs and desires like Sevika. No matter how many people get on their knees for you, no one can compare to her. God knows you have tried to fall for someone else, but your heart doesn’t want to listen to your pleas.
Sevika’s tongue quickens while alternating between sucking and licking your clit. Little does she know that the thought alone of her confessing to you is enough to bring you over the edge.
Your legs shake as you come. If your mind wasn’t fogged by your orgasm, you would be embarrassed at how fast you just came for her. Sevika licks up your sweet juices devotedly before coming to her full height and letting you taste yourself on her lips.
You moan into the kiss, granting her tongue entrance. She picks you up with ease, and you wrap your legs around her waist as though it’s second nature, and maybe it is. Sevika blindly carries you to her bedroom, dropping you down once her knees hit the bed frame.
Using your calves, she flips you onto your stomach. She kneels behind you and drags your hips towards her body. You simultaneously press your bodies against each other, and both exhale sharply at the feeling of having the other so close.
“Pretty princesses like you shouldn’t swear,” she purrs, grinding her hips against your ass. “Manners are so important in today’s society.”
You roll your eyes but don’t object to her statement, knowing damn well the punishment that awaits you if you disagree. So instead, you focus on the feeling of her body rubbing against yours.
“Please,” you gasp, feeling the strap in her pants. “Please, I need you.”
What can you say? You haven’t touched yourself nor been fucked in over a week. There is only so much you can take until you crumble, especially when the person in question is Sevika.
“Insatiable and so desperate for me,” she whispers, nipping on your ear. “Go ahead then, undress me.”
You turn around swiftly and begin to open her shirt, uncovering her beautiful skin beneath the dark fabric. She’s made up of muscles upon muscles, yet, as you brush the shirt off her shoulders, her skin is the softest thing you have ever felt. Unable to help yourself, you lean forward and pepper her chest with kisses, tongue tracing over your favorite spots. Sevika sighs heavily, closing her eyes and allowing you to explore her body for the umpteenth time.
You grow restless as you continuously fail to open her leather belt. She chuckles at the cute pout on your lips and brushes a curl behind your ear. You are always impatient, and it doesn’t surprise her how rash you can be. Prying your hands off her pants, she unbuckles her belt and unbuttons her pants, sliding them down her thigh. When your favorite strap is revealed, you lick your lips with a pleased hum.
Sevika’s claws dig into your cheek as she forces your head back. “Open.”
It’s a simple command that you have heard so many times, and you immediately obey her order. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and wait like a good girl for her to finish the familiar move. Leaning her head over yours, she puckers her lips and lets a string of spit fall on your tongue. Your eyes glimmer as she licks her lips and watches you swallow.
“Go ahead,” she rasps, eyes flickering to the toy. “Show me how badly you want this.”
If you had a tail, you would wag it right now because, in moments like these, there is nothing on your mind but to please Sevika. She could ask you to jump from a building, and you’d do it in a heartbeat. Jinx once said that you get hearty eyes whenever the arrogant woman enters the same room as you, and maybe she isn’t wrong about that.
She groans, holding your hair back as you take her strap in your mouth. “You are doing so good, pretty girl.”
You hollow your cheeks and watch as Sevika bites her bottom lip. Completely enthralled by your movements, she gently strokes over your head. Her hips have a mind of their own as she begins to move the strap deeper into your mouth with fast motions. The toy hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes watering.
“Look at you,” she says, tapping her cock against the outside of your cheek and tracing your lips with the tip. “So eager for me to fill you up.”
You blink at her with your long lashes and faux innocence, and Sevika is done for. She pulls you up, hand wrapping around your neck as she kisses you deeply. She wants to taste every inch of your, consume you entirely until you are a part of her, but before that, she wants her name to be the only one you can remember for the rest of the week. Twisting her hand in your hair again, she tugs on it forcefully and uses it to turn your body around.
Arching your back, you press your ass against the toy, impatiently waiting for her to fuck you senseless. You whine as both of her hands occupy themselves on your breasts instead of inserting the strap. She chuckles tauntingly at your desperation despite feeling the same way.
At a torturous pace, she glides her hands down to your hips, kneading your soft skin along the way. She pushes you on your hands and presses a cool hand on your spine, urging you to lower your torso to the mattress.
Sevika moans at the sight, stroking her cock and covering it in your spit. Her metallic palm massages your ass before slapping it harshly, making you squeal. You are so beautiful, all ready and excited for her. She never wants anyone but herself to see you like that, even if that means killing every woman in Zaun. Finally, she aligns the tip with your entrance, and you gasp in sheer excitement as you grab the sheets beneath you.
“Stop–”
Your complaint dies on your tongue and turns into a sinful moan that makes Sevika’s inside clench in pleasure. Skin colliding with skin fills the room’s emptiness, along with ragged breaths and lewd whimpers. Her human fingers dig into the meat of your hip as she corrects your rhythm and picks her speed up.
“Who do you belong to?” she asks, copper claws dragging over your spine, luring tiny mewls from your lips.
You scoff and shake your head. “No one.”
Growling, Sevika spanks you harshly. Your nails dig into her bedsheets as you screw your eyes shut. A red handprint appears on your skin instantly. She fucks you harder, clearly angry at your refusal. Wrapping her hand around your neck, she squeezes your throat warningly. Gasping, you close your eyes, bathing in all the different sensations. Your ears focus on her grunts, and you can feel your walls clench around her cock as your orgasm approaches.
“I’m asking again, sweetheart, who do you belong to.”
You remain stubborn, unwilling to give her the confession she desires. You keep your mouth firmly shut and rest your forehead on the bed, muffling your moans with soft fabric. She slows her thrusts down significantly, and her hand reaches around your body, pinching your nipples painfully.
“How many others can make you come like I do?” she hisses next to your ear, slamming into you once. “Who else makes you come so hard that you forget your own name and become their dumb little whore.”
You whine, hiding your face in her sheets, but she immediately pushes you onto your back. Her chest brushes over yours as grey eyes meet yours.
“Don’t tell me you beg someone else to fuck you like this,” she murmurs, taking your nipple between her teeth and sucking on it roughly. “No one else gets to hear you call their name into the night, am I right?”
You gasp, forcing her mouth even closer to your chest with your hand. You want her to shut up, unable to bear her taunting words. You only desire her, and that’s something both of you know. It’s not necessary to say it aloud.
Propping back up on her hands, she studies your features as she pulls all the way out of you. Whining, you pull on her upper arms, wanting to feel her inside you again.
“I want to hear it from you, [Y/N],” she says firmly, keeping her hips away from yours. “Who do you belong to?”
You huff, eyes darting from one grey eye to the next. Tears prick in your eyes as frustration settles in the pit of your stomach. Your hand falls from the back of her neck to her cheek, and your lips part unsurely.
"I’m yours, Sev,” you utter, thumb brushing over the scar on her face. “All yours.”
Your back lifts off the bed as she thrusts back into you. Sevika’s hand disappears between your bodies as her thumb draws circles over your clit. Her raven curls stick to her forehead and her eyes flicker over your face.
You whimper and writhe and whine under her touch. Her mouth suckles and bites on your collarbone and neck, leaving purple marks all over your skin. You hold onto her arms as she pounds into your relentlessly.
“Please, baby, please, I need–”
She pecks your lips, silencing your pleas. “Come for me, princess.”
As you come, your nails bite her shoulders, not breaking eye contact with Sevika. Her name rings through the room in a mighty cry. She peppers your face with kisses as your ride out your orgasm. Her hips continue to move in and out of you gently. Your legs shake around her as she slips the toy out of you.
Sevika is quick to lie down and pull you into her arms. Blindly reaching beside her, she lights herself a cigarette, and you watch the grey and white tendrils swirl to the ceiling. You nuzzle your face in her shoulder and place feathery kisses along her skin. Sevika exhales and holds the burning tobacco away from your bodies. Then, she buries her nose in your hair and draws in a deep breath.
“You know I care about you,” she murmurs against your temple. “But I don’t do relationships.”
Your heart drops, and your breathing hitches. You jerk away from her touch and stare at the woman with parted lips and furrowed brows. Sevika rests her cigarette between her lips nonchalantly as she removes the strap from her hips. Closing your eyes, you get angry at your lack of self-restraint. She flashes you one of her pretty smiles, and you become a willing puddle at her feet. Honestly, what’s wrong with you? Where is your dignity? Taking the glowing cigarette from her lips, you get up from her bed and inhale a mouthful of smoke.
“Where are you going?”
Without looking back, you walk into the living room and pick up your discarded panties and dress. You slip them on slowly, still shaking your head in disappointment. Fucking with colleagues is always stupid, but choosing Sevika out of all people is the dumbest thing you have done so far. You exhale the smoke through your nose, enjoying the bitter taste it leaves on your tongue.
“What are you doing?”
She stands in the doorway to her bedroom with her arms crossed over her torso. In all of her naked glory, she musters you as you begin to close your left heel. Her muscles flex in the Undercity’s bright lights, and you have to force your eyes away from her abs.
This constant back and forth is not suitable for you. You bite back angry tears as you tie the last straps of your right heel. Then, getting up, you turn away from Sevika without another word. You will never get away from her if you don’t start setting boundaries now.
“Call me when you want more than a quick fuck,” you say with your hand on the doorknob. “Goodbye, Sevika.”
hey real quick if u voted for trump and ur admitting it on tumblr dot com of all places… i hope you wake up every day with the heaviest weight on ur shoulders and never find peace, if i spoke my mind for what i actually wished for you id be shot on the spot but i truly wish unrest for the rest of your life.
The amount of incest, noncon, and pedophilic jjk smut content is getting out of hand.
"Just scroll if you don't like it!" - this doesn't negate the fact they're posting disgusting scenarios. They're targeting an audience of people who should seek therapy. That kind of shit is not okay.
It's like saying "scroll part a zoophile account on Twitter if u don't like it." See how stupid it sounds?
This Fandom is slowly becoming one i regret being in because of just how disgusting people are becoming. Come on guys, do better.
It's okay to have kinks and fetishes, but that doesn't mean they're okay. It's not okay to sexualize minors, it's not okay to sexualizw little space, it's not okay to sexualize r//pe! I get dubcon, but noncon? That's literally just nonconsensual sex.
This is so real. People try to disguise works with saying “oh they’re not real!” or “but they’re adults!”. It’s weird behavior, whether it’s a minor or an adult you shouldn’t be writing things like that for them
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