Fugitive Sevika X Farmers Daughter

Vi x oblivious reader

Her best friend, the reader, sat cross-legged on the floor, equally engrossed in the game but with a touch more casual finesse. They were a stark contrast to Vi's high-strung energy; their movements were smooth, almost serene, as they coordinated their attacks with silent precision. The reader's eyes flicked from the screen to Vi, noticing the way she leaned forward when she was excited, how her hair fell into her face and how she'd absently push it back with a grin. They were oblivious to the storm of emotions brewing within Vi's heart.

"Hey, you're really getting the hang of this," Vi exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. She paused the game, turning to face the reader, her eyes sparkling with a hint of something more than friendship. "Want to try a two-player mode?"

The reader looked up, meeting her gaze, and nodded. "Sure, why not?" They had no idea that this seemingly innocent invitation was, in fact, a ploy to bring them closer together. Vi's heart raced as she set up the game, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation. The moment the screen split and their characters appeared side by side, she couldn't help but let out a gleeful laugh. "Look at us, kicking butt together!"

Their teamwork in the game grew more synchronized with every passing level. Vi found herself leaning in closer, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other. The heat from their bodies melded together, and Vi felt a tingle she hadn't experienced before. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, only to catch a whiff of the reader's scent—a blend of laundry detergent and something uniquely them. It was intoxicating, and she had to remind herself to stay focused on the game.

As the reader's gaze remained fixed on the screen, they couldn't help but steal glances at Vi's muscular arms, the way they flexed and moved with every button press. The wife beater tank top she wore was snug, showcasing the intricate tapestry of tattoos that wrapped around her biceps like a second skin. The reader appreciated the artistry but was blissfully unaware of the effect it had on Vi's crush. The room grew warmer, and Vi's cheeks flushed, not just from the excitement of the game but from the proximity of her friend, whose eyes remained unknowingly on her.

The game's intensity escalated, and the sound of explosions and power-ups filled the room. Vi's eyes darted to the reader, catching the admiration in their gaze, and she took it as an opportunity to playfully flex her arm. "See anything you like?" she teased, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious.

The reader, lost in the thrill of the game, blurted out, "Your aim's gotten better," without realizing the double meaning behind their words. Vi's heart skipped a beat, unsure if she should take it as a compliment or a sign that they were finally noticing her flirtations.

"Thanks," Vi replied, her voice a little shakier than she intended. She took a sip of her soda, the cold liquid doing little to quench the fire building inside her. "I've had a good coach." She gave the reader a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving their face, hoping they would catch the underlying message.

The reader looked up, a hint of confusion crossing their features. "What do you mean?" They took a moment to process Vi's words, their eyes scanning the room as if searching for someone else who might be responsible for her gaming improvements.

Vi's heart sank. Had she been too forward? She took a deep breath and tried to play it cool, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the armrest of the couch. "Oh, I just meant, you know, playing together and all. It's nice to see you getting into it." She took a sip of her soda, hoping to ease the dryness in her mouth. The room felt smaller all of a sudden, the air thick with unspoken words.

The reader, snapping out of their daze, gave Vi a puzzled smile. "Sorry, I guess I just zoned out for a bit." They returned their gaze to the screen, their thumbs resuming their dance over the controller. The game's soundtrack pulsed through the room, a silent metronome to Vi's racing thoughts. She felt the need to fill the space between them with words, to bridge the gap that seemed to have widened. "So, what's your favorite part about this game

?"

Vi's eyes followed the reader's every move, hoping that their earlier attempt at flirtation hadn't ruined the vibe. The reader, still blissfully unaware, took a moment to consider. "I like the strategy, I guess," they said thoughtfully. "Figuring out the best way to take down a tower without getting caught."

Vi's mind raced, trying to think of a way to get the reader's attention back to her. Then, she spotted it—a lock of hair that had strayed from the reader's ponytail. It was a new color, a vibrant blue that matched their team's emblem in the game. Without thinking, she reached out and gently tucked it behind their ear. "Your hair looks great, by the way," she said, her voice low and earnest.

The reader's eyes widened in surprise, their hand instinctively reaching up to feel the soft strands. "Oh, thanks," they murmured, a gentle blush coloring their cheeks. "I just dyed it yesterday."

Their fingertips grazed the vibrant blue, and Vi couldn't resist leaning into the touch. She felt the heat from the reader's hand, and her cheeks grew even redder. She took another sip of her soda, trying to regain her composure, but the moment was charged with an electricity that seemed to crackle in the air.

As the reader's gaze fell to her lips, Vi took it as an unspoken invitation. She leaned in, her heart pounding like a drumline in her chest. The room around them grew hazy, and all she could focus on was the reader's mouth, so close to hers. Time seemed to slow down as she closed the distance, her eyes fluttering shut.

But in her nervous excitement, Vi misjudged the angle, and their noses bumped together with a gentle smack. The sound was like a pin dropping in a library, echoing through the room and shattering the tension. The reader jolted back, their eyes wide with shock, and Vi's cheeks grew hotter than the sun.

"Whoa, sorry," she mumbled, pulling away quickly and pretending to be engrossed in the game again. The reader's eyes searched hers, a mix of confusion and surprise. "Are you okay?" they asked, their voice laced with concern.

"Yeah," Vi said, a little too fast. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "Just clumsy, I guess."

The reader chuckled nervously, their hand still hovering near their face. "It's okay," they said, and there was something in their voice that made Vi's stomach do a little flip. They leaned in again, more tentatively this time, and gently brushed the hair out of Vi's eyes. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a sudden urge to close the distance again, but she held back, afraid of misreading the situation.

"Thanks," Vi mumbled, trying to play off the awkwardness. She took a deep breath and focused on the game, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum solo at a rock concert. They continued playing, the air thick with unspoken tension

.

A couple of hours later, the game's frenetic sounds had given way to the comforting silence of the night, broken only by the occasional slurp of noodles. They had moved from the couch to the kitchen table, their plates filled with steaming ramen, the aroma of the broth wafting through the room. The tension from earlier had dissipated, and they were back to their usual easy banter. Vi's heart had settled into a steady rhythm, but the memory of their almost-kiss lingered like the aftertaste of a spicy dish.

The reader looked up from their bowl, their eyes locking onto Vi's. "You know, I've been thinking," they began, setting their chopsticks down. "Maybe we should give that two-player mode another shot. I think we could do better."

Vi's heart skipped a beat. Was this an opening? Did they feel the same way she did? She swallowed hard, trying to keep the excitement from her voice. "Yeah, sure. I could go for some more action." She tried to keep her tone casual, but the hope in her eyes was unmistakable.

The reader's smile was genuine, their eyes lighting up with the challenge. "Great, let's go all out this time." They stood and grabbed their bowl, heading back to the couch. Vi followed, her legs feeling like jelly. They sat down, closer than before, the couch cushion sighing under their combined weight.

As they settled into their new position, the reader straddled Vi's lap without a second thought, the plush couch acting as a buffer between them. Vi felt a jolt of excitement and fear. She had hoped for something more, but she didn't expect it to happen like this. The reader's weight on her was surprisingly comforting, and she could feel the heat from their thighs against her hips. The TV flickered with the game's main menu, the only light in the room.

The reader noticed the nervous tic in Vi's jaw, the way she was gripping the controller so tightly it was a miracle it hadn't snapped in half. They reached up, their hand resting gently on the back of Vi's neck, and began to rub in slow circles. "You okay?" they asked, their voice a soothing balm to Vi's nerves.

Vi nodded, her eyes darting to the side. "Yeah," she mumbled, trying to keep her voice steady. "Just a little... tense, I guess."

The reader's hand paused, then moved to Vi's cheek, turning her face back to meet their gaze. "Just relax," they whispered, their voice a gentle command. "Let me take care of it."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, looking for any sign of rejection, but all she found was kindness and understanding. She took a shaky breath and nodded, her grip on the controller loosening slightly. The reader leaned in, their eyes fluttering closed, and placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck. Vi's body responded with a delicious shiver, and she let out a tiny whine of pleasure, her head tilting to the side to give them better access.

The reader's kisses grew bolder, moving up to her jawline and then to her cheek. Vi's eyes remained open, watching the TV screen as if it could somehow provide guidance in this uncharted territory. Her heart was racing so fast she thought it might burst from her chest, but she didn't dare move, afraid to break the spell.

As the reader's lips grazed her ear, Vi let out a soft whine that was equal parts pleasure and anticipation. The sound seemed to resonate through her entire body, and she felt a thrill of excitement as the reader's hand slid around to the nape of her neck, pulling her in closer. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the kisses grew more intense, more intimate.

"Mm," Vi murmured, leaning into the warmth of the reader's touch. She could feel their breath on her neck, sending little shivers down her spine. The reader's hand began to trace patterns along her shoulder, their fingertips light and feather-soft. Vi's arms wrapped around their waist, pulling them closer, the game controller forgotten in her hand.

The reader's kisses grew more deliberate, moving from her neck to her collarbone, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, and she tipped her head back, offering more of herself to be explored. The sensation was overwhelming, but she didn't want it to stop. The whines grew louder, escaping her lips as the reader's mouth found hers in a soft, tender kiss.

Vi's arms tightened around the reader's waist, her hands sliding under their shirt to feel the warmth of their skin. She was lost in the moment, the game controller slipping from her grasp and landing with a soft thud on the floor. The reader didn't miss a beat, their hands now cradling her face as the kiss deepened. Their tongues danced together in a silent conversation filled with unspoken confessions and promises.

The whines grew more frequent, escaping Vi's lips like a sweet melody that only the reader could hear. They moved closer, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had been separated for far too long. Vi felt her heart hammer against her ribcage, and she knew she was falling, falling hard for her best friend. The reader's touch was like a balm to her soul, soothing every ache she had ever felt.

The reader's mouth continued to explore Vi's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Vi's hands found their way to the reader's hair, gently tugging and holding them closer, as if afraid they would disappear if she let go. The sensation was intoxicating, and she felt her body melt into the couch beneath them.

The game on the TV screen was forgotten, the only sound in the room the soft moans and whines that escaped Vi's lips with every tender touch. The reader's kisses grew more insistent, and their hands began to trace the curves of Vi's body, exploring the planes of her muscles and the softness of her skin. Vi's breath hitched in her throat as the reader's hand slipped beneath her shirt, the warmth of their palm against her stomach sending a shiver up her spine.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of passion. Vi could feel the reader's heart beating in sync with hers, a rhythm that grew faster with every touch. The room spun around them, a blur of colors and shadows as their bodies moved in unison. The couch cushions melded to their forms, holding them close as if afraid to let them go.

The reader's hand slid up to cradle Vi's cheek, their thumb tracing the line of her jaw as they broke the kiss. Their eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all they found was the same fiery desire that burned in their own. "Vi," they whispered, their voice a hoarse confession. "I think... I think I might have feelings for you too

.

Enforcer vi x theifreader

(Slight sevika smut but who’s complaining )

In a flash of movement, she stepped out of the alley and into the bustling night market. The smells of sizzling meat and exotic spices filled the air as merchants hawked their wares. She knew they were out there, watching, waiting for their chance. But tonight, she was the one orchestrating this dance. She casually stumbled into a group of unsuspecting thieves, feigning drunkenness and dropping a bag of coins. The clatter echoed through the narrow street.

As the thieves descended like vultures, she let out a shriek, just loud enough to be heard but not so much as to alert the entire market. The crimson scarf fluttered as she spun away from them, leading them down a twisting labyrinth of streets. The chase grew more intense, and she could feel their excitement building. This was her moment. She ducked into an abandoned building, the perfect stage for her grand entrance.

The thieves followed, their footsteps heavy and clumsy. The reader waited in the shadows, heart racing, anticipation building. The first one stumbled in, sword drawn. She stepped out of the darkness with a dramatic flourish, the light from the moon outside highlighting her form. "Looking for something?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

The thief, a burly man with a thick beard and a torn tunic, took a step back, surprise etched on his face. "You're not what I was expecting," he sneered, his grip on the sword tightening. The others entered, fanning out around her, weapons at the ready. The reader's smile grew. This was it.

With a flick of her wrist, a hidden knife slid into her hand. She stepped closer, the cold steel glinting in the moonlight. "Oh, I can assure you, I'm much more interesting than a simple bag of coins." The thief chuckled, underestimating her. That was his first mistake. She moved swiftly, disarming him with a quick twirl and a flick of her foot, sending the sword

skittering across the floor.

"I'm not your typical damsel in distress," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But if you want to play the hero, I'm all for it." She stepped closer to the man, her eyes locked onto his. His breath hitched, and he took a step back. She had him right where she wanted him

.

The thief's comrades exchanged nervous glances, their excitement morphing into suspicion. The reader knew she had to act fast, so she took a deep breath and focused. "Now, why don't you tell me where your lovely leader is?" she cooed, her eyes never leaving the man's. He swallowed hard, his grip on the knife he'd drawn in his other hand visibly loosening.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he managed to croak out.

The reader leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "Oh, come now," she whispered, "I know you know. She's a tough one, your leader. A real challenge for the likes of me. Tell me where I can find her, and I'll make it worth your while."

The thief's eyes darted to his companions, then back to her. Sweat beaded on his brow. He was outmatched, and he knew it. With a sigh of defeat, he pointed to a distant alleyway. "The blue door at the end," he murmured. "But you should know, she doesn't take kindly to strangers."

The reader's grin grew wider. "Don't worry," she said, her voice low and teasing. "I'm not just any stranger." With a wink, she slipped the knife back into its sheath and sailed past him. The thieves parted like a sea of fear before her, allowing her to exit the building with the grace of a cat burglar.

As she approached the alleyway, the air grew colder, the shadows deeper. The blue door was there, exactly as the thief had described. She took a moment to compose herself, straightening her cloak and checking her weapons. Then, with a deep breath, she pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was stark and sparse. The only light came from a flickering candle on a dusty table, casting eerie shadows across the cobblestone floor. The smell of damp earth mingled with the faint scent of metal and sweat. She could hear the distant sound of a heart beating, slow and steady. It had to be Vi.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she spotted the enforcer sitting in a chair, arms folded over her chest, her gaze unyielding. The room was a trap, she realized, a cage with no escape. But the reader had played into their hands, and she had no intention of letting them keep her.

With a dramatic flourish, she placed her wrists together, a silent invitation for the cuffs. "Vi, darling," she called out, her voice echoing in the emptiness, "I've been expecting you."

Vi's eyes narrowed, a hint of amusement playing across her features. "Is that so?" she said, her voice a low growl. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in playing your little game?"

The reader shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her wrists together. "Oh, I know you're just dying to get your hands on me," she said, batting her eyelashes. "But I'm willing to make it easy for you tonight. I want to get to know you, and what better way than in a... shall we say, intimate setting?"

Vi's smile grew, but it wasn't one of amusement. It was a predator sizing up its prey. She stood, the chair scraping against the floor. The room seemed to shrink as she approached, each step deliberate and filled with a quiet, simmering anger. "You think you're clever, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and menacing. "But let me tell you something, you're in over your

head."

The reader's heart skipped a beat as she saw a figure in the shadows, the unmistakable glint of a sniper rifle catching the candlelight. It was Caitlyn, the sharp-shooting enforcer with a penchant for justice. She had been so focused on flirting with Vi that she had neglected her surroundings. Now, the reader found herself the target of a lethal gaze

.

The reader felt a jolt of panic as Caitlyn's gun sights lined up on her, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she clung to Vi, her arms wrapping around the enforcer's waist in a mocking display of fear. "Oh, Vi," she whimpered, her voice dripping with fake terror, "please don't let her hurt me!" She buried her face into Vi's shoulder, her heart racing with excitement rather than fear.

Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden embrace, and she stumbled backward, trying to disentangle herself. "What are you doing?" she hissed, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The reader held on tighter, pressing herself against the solid warmth of Vi's body. She could feel the enforcer's muscles tense under her touch.

"I'm just playing along," the reader murmured into Vi's ear, her voice a sweet caress. "You know, for the ambiance." She winked over Vi's shoulder at Caitlyn, whose expression had shifted from focused to bewildered. The room grew tense, the air thick with confusion and anticipation.

Vi's grip on the reader's arms tightened, her eyes searching the room for an escape route. The reader could feel the enforcer's heart racing beneath her cheek, and she couldn't help but smile. She was winning this game of cat and mouse. "Please," she whispered, her breath hot against Vi's neck, "I'll do anything you want. Just don't let her take me."

"Let go," Vi growled, trying to push the reader away. But the girl clung to her like a vine, her hands slipping around to the small of Vi's back. "I said let go!"

"But Vi," the reader cooed, her voice sticky sweet and dripping with feigned innocence, "not until your partner here leaves us alone." She shot a sly smile over Vi's shoulder at Caitlyn, who had lowered her rifle but hadn't moved from her position in the shadows. "I just want a little... privacy."

Vi's eyes narrowed, but the reader could see the confusion in them. The enforcer was torn between her duty and the sudden, unexpected turn of events. "Cait," she barked, her voice strained, "back off." The blonde sniper took a step back, but her gaze remained sharp, the gun not entirely out of the equation.

Caut, the blue-haired enforcer who had been standing silent, stepped forward, a smug smirk playing across her lips. "Looks like you've got yourself a fan, Vi," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "What's the plan now?"

But before Caut could finish her sentence, Vi's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around the reader's chin. She yanked the girl's face to meet her own, and the reader's eyes went wide with surprise. "Caut," Vi snarled, her gaze never leaving the reader's, "you can take a walk

."

Cait stared, her eyes wide and unblinking, as the scene before her unfolded like a twisted play she hadn't rehearsed for. The script had gone off the rails, and she was struggling to find her lines. Vi, usually so stoic and unyielding, was caught in the embrace of the very person they'd been hunting for years. The crimson scarf, the teasing smile, the way she clung to Vi like a lifeline—it was all so unexpected, so... mesmerizing.

The reader's wrists remained bound by invisible threads of her own making, a silent challenge to Caitlyn's marksmanship. With a dramatic flair, she waved a hand, her fingers fluttering in a mocking goodbye gesture that Vi couldn't see. The room was a tapestry of shadows and deceit, and she was the puppeteer pulling the strings. Cait's finger hovered over the trigger, unsure of what to do next. Was this a ploy? Was the girl really that good an actor? Or had Vi finally snapped under the pressure?

Caitlyn's eyes narrowed as the reader's laughter filled the air, a sound that was both sweet and sharp, like shattered glass. The girl leaned into Vi's grip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "See you around, kitty," she called out, her voice echoing off the cold, damp

walls.

Cait's grip on her rifle tightened, her eyes never leaving the reader as she watched the girl's playful wave. The scene was so absurd, so out of place in their usual hunt-and-capture routine, that she couldn't help but feel a flicker of anger. Who did this girl think she was, to toy with them so blatantly? Yet, she couldn't bring herself to shoot. There was something about the reader's confidence, the way she moved with the grace of a dancer and the cunning of a fox, that kept Cait rooted to the

spot.

Cait's gaze remained locked on the reader, her jaw clenched as she watched the girl's every move. The way her hips swayed as she stepped back, the playful twirl of her scarf as she winked at Vi—it was all a show, a dance of seduction and defiance. The reader's eyes sparkled with amusement as she held the enforcer's gaze, the corners of her lips tilting up in a smug smile. She was in complete control, orchestrating the scene with the finesse of a maestro.

Vi, on the other hand, was visibly torn. Her hand hovered over her cuffs, ready to snap them onto the reader's wrists and end this masquerade. But something in the girl's demeanor had caught her off-guard, a hint of vulnerability beneath the bravado that she hadn't anticipated. With a growl of frustration, she grabbed the reader's arm and yanked her away from the wall, pulling her closer. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice low and gruff.

The reader looked up at her, her eyes wide and full of mischief. "Just a little... detour," she said, her voice a seductive purr. Before Vi could react, she spun on her heel and dashed toward the back of the room. She knew the layout of the city's sewer system like the back of her hand, and she had a feeling Vi would too. With surprising strength, she ripped open a hidden panel in the floor, revealing the dark mouth of a sewer pipe.

Vi's eyes widened in shock, but she was too slow to react. The reader's legs disappeared into the inky blackness, and in a heartbeat, she was gone. "You're not getting away from me that easily," Vi snarled, jumping down into the pipe with a surprising agility for someone her size. She landed with a thud, her boots echoing in the narrow space.

The sewer was cold and wet, the stench of decaying waste thick in the air. Vi's eyes searched the darkness, but the reader was nowhere to be seen. "Clever girl," she murmured to herself, a hint of admiration in her voice. The pipe stretched on, leading them through a twisting maze of tunnels that grew more and more familiar. The reader had led them straight into Vi's territory, and she had no idea why.

With a grumble, Vi started to follow the girl's tracks, her boots splashing in the murky water. The walls grew closer together, and the ceiling lower, forcing her to crouch. The sound of rushing water grew louder, and she knew they were approaching the river that flowed beneath the city. It was a place she knew well, a place she had called home since she had left the enforcers.

The reader had led her to a pipe that was smaller, one that most people wouldn't have noticed. It was a tight fit, even for someone as lithe as Vi. She had to squeeze through, her heart racing from the effort and the anticipation of what was to come. The girl had to be crazy to come down here alone, or was she leading them into a trap?

Vi emerged from the pipe, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space ahead. The air was thick with the smell of incense and the murmur of hushed voices. The walls were lined with velvet curtains, hiding secrets she hadn't expected to find. They had arrived at a brothel, a place of whispers and shadows, where the reader had been living and working. It was a stark contrast to the cold, hard world of the enforcers, a place where softness and warmth were traded for coin.

Her eyes narrowed as she pushed through the curtains, each step taking her deeper into the heart of the illicit den. The reader's laughter echoed through the corridor, taunting her, beckoning her closer. The fabric brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The walls were adorned with paintings of scantily clad figures, their eyes following Vi as she moved.

"You know," the reader's voice floated back to her, "I'm surprised you're so shocked to find me here." She stepped into a candlelit room, the flickering light playing off her crimson scarf like a beacon. "I mean, considering your diet consists mostly of stolen goods, I'd think you'd be more open-minded

."

Vi's eyes narrowed as she stepped into the candlelit room, the reader's laughter still echoing in her ears. She couldn't believe she'd fallen for the girl's act, but here she was, playing right into her hands. "Why should I be surprised?" she retorted, trying to keep her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "It's not like you've ever had any other skills to offer."

The reader's smile grew wider, the candlelight playing off her mischievous eyes. "Oh, I have plenty of skills," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Some of them might even be to your liking." She leaned against the velvet-covered bedpost, her form casting a seductive silhouette. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?"

Vi clenched her fists, the insinuation not lost on her. "You think you can just lead me around by the nose?" she snarled. "You're the one in the cage, not me."

The reader's smile grew as she sauntered over to a small, worn-down dresser. She casually began to pack a mini duffle bag with an assortment of items: a few pieces of lingerie, a couple of her favorite books, and a handful of gleaming silver coins. She tossed in a couple of sex toys, her eyes never leaving Vi's. "Oh, I know," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you're the one who's always chasing me. I thought I'd make it easier for you."

Ignoring Vi's furious glare, the reader zipped up the bag with a flourish. "After all," she continued, her tone light, "I wouldn't want to disappoint." She picked up the duffle with a flirty wink, swinging it over her shoulder. The books thudded against her side with every step, a reminder of the different worlds she'd been lost in while planning her escapades. The lingerie and toys were a deliberate taunt, a declaration of her intentions for the night

.

As she turned to leave, Vi's hand shot out, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. "What do you think you're doing?" she growled, her eyes blazing. The reader's heart raced, thrilled by the sudden contact. She had never seen the enforcer this close to losing her cool. "Just packing a few essentials," she replied, her voice as sweet as honey. "You know, in case we decide to make this a more... intimate encounter."

"You think you can just waltz in here and take over?" Vi's grip tightened, and the reader could feel the heat of her anger. "You're the one who's going to be naked in a cell, not me."

The reader raised an eyebrow, her smile not wavering. "Naked, in a cell?" she repeated, her voice filled with mock innocence. "Now, why would you think that?" She stepped closer, her body almost brushing against Vi's. "I had something else in mind for tonight."

Vi's grip on her arm tightened, the veins in her neck bulging with the effort to remain in control. "You think you can just flirt your way out of this?" she spat, her voice a mix of anger and confusion.

The reader leaned in, her breath hot against Vi's neck. "Flirt?" she echoed, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'm not flirting, Vi. I'm promising." She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to the enforcer's hand. "But if you want to play it rough, I can handle that too."

With a sudden jerk, Vi pushed the reader away, her face a mask of fury. "You think this is a game?" she roared, her eyes flashing with rage. "You think I'll just let you walk away after everything you've done?"

But before the reader could respond, a new voice cut through the tension. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite little fugitive," said a sultry voice from the shadows. A figure emerged, a tall, curvaceous woman with raven hair and a knowing smile. "I've been waiting for you, Lila," she said, her eyes flicking to Vi for a moment before returning to the reader.

It was Sevika, the infamous madame of the brothel, known for her sharp wit and sharper tongue. She sauntered over, her hips swaying with the grace of a serpent. "I see you've brought company," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. She looked Vi up and down, her eyes lingering on the enforcer's tight grip on the reader's arm. "But I'm not sure she's quite ready for our little... establishment."

The reader, Lila, laughed, a sound that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking to Vi's ears. "Don't worry, Sev," she said, her voice a purr, "Vi's just here for a private performance." She winked at the madame, who raised an eyebrow.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, the smile not reaching her eyes. "A private performance?" she repeated. "I didn't know you had it in you, little Lila." She gestured to a plush velvet chair next to her. "Sit," she ordered, her voice a smooth command that made the reader's skin tingle.

Lila perched on the chair, her heart racing. Vi hadn't loosened her grip, and she could feel the enforcer's eyes burning into her as she settled into Sevika's lap. The madame's arms wrapped around her waist, her grip firm but not uncomfortable. "Now," Sevika said, her voice a low purr, "why don't you tell us what you really want?"

Vi's eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfold. The reader, Lila, was playing a dangerous game, and she didn't like it one bit. "This isn't funny," she said, her voice tight. "We need to get out of here before the rest of my team shows up

."

But Lila was in her element, her eyes sparkling as she leaned back into Sevika's embrace. "Oh, don't be such a party pooper, Vi," she said, her voice a playful taunt. She wiggled in the madame's lap, her body a sinful invitation. "I'm just getting started."

With a smug smile, Sevika leaned in, her lips brushing against Lila's ear. "You're going to love this," she whispered, her breath warm and enticing. Then she leaned back, her gaze never leaving Vi's. "Showtime, my dear," she murmured, her voice a dark promise.

Lila giggled, the sound a siren's call in the tense room. She turned in Sevika's lap to face Vi, her eyes full of mischief. "You know, Vi," she said, her voice a silky caress, "I've always wondered what it would be like to have you... at my mercy." Her eyes flicked down to Vi's hand still wrapped around her arm, and she gave a playful tug. "But maybe I don't need to wonder anymore."

With a smirk, she leaned closer to Sevika, her lips brushing against the madame's. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and oh-so-public. Vi's grip tightened, her knuckles going white, but she couldn't look away. Sevika's hands slid up Lila's body, cupping her cheeks as she deepened the kiss. The room grew hotter, the air thick with desire and the scent of candle wax.

Sevika's tongue traced the curve of Lila's bottom lip, teasing it open. Lila moaned softly, the sound a siren's song that seemed to echo through the chamber. Vi's eyes widened as she watched, her mind racing. Was this all a game to the reader? A twisted ploy to get under her skin? The kiss grew more intense, more passionate, and Lila's hand slid up to tangle in Sevika's hair.

With a sudden, feral movement, Lila straddled the madame's lap, her hips grinding against Sevika's thigh. The madame's hand slipped down to cup her, her thumb tracing slow circles around the reader's clit as Lila threw her head back, gasping for breath. Her eyes were closed, lost in the sensation, as she rocked back and forth, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants.

Sevika's hand slid up to tangle in Lila's hair, pulling the girl's head back to expose her throat. She leaned in, her teeth grazing the soft skin, and the reader moaned, her body arching into the bite. With her other hand, Sevika took a long drag from her cigarette, the ember burning a fiery path in the darkness. The scent of tobacco and desire filled the air as she exhaled a stream of smoke that curled around Lila's face like a lover's caress.

Lila's hips rolled against the madame's thigh, her movements growing more erratic as the pressure built. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto Vi's, and she could see the rage and confusion in the enforcer's gaze. It was like watching a storm brewing on the horizon, and she reveled in the power she had over the woman who had chased her for so long. "You like watching?" she panted, her voice a challenge.

Sevika's hand was a maelstrom of pleasure, her thumb unrelenting in its teasing of Lila's most sensitive spot. She took another deep drag from her cigarette, the ember casting an eerie glow on her face. With a smug smile, she stroked Lila's hair with her free hand, the motion a silent taunt to Vi. The reader leaned into the touch, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax.

With a sudden burst of energy, Lila sat up straight, her eyes flashing with a fierce need. She grabbed a fistful of Sevika's hair and pulled, eliciting a gasp from the madame. The pain melded with the pleasure, sending a jolt through her body that had her hips bucking wildly. "Harder," she breathed, her eyes never leaving Vi's.

Sevika, unfazed by the sudden aggression, chuckled low in her throat. She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around them like a lover's embrace. With a knowing smile, she tightened her grip on Lila's hair, her thumb pressing harder against her clit. The reader's eyes rolled back, and she moaned, her body tightening with the promise of release.

"That's no way to ask for a performance," Sevika murmured, her voice a dark purr that made Vi's skin crawl. "But for you, my dear, I might just make an exception." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lila's ear. "Unless you want to do more than just watch?"

Lila pulled away from the kiss with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Oh, I'm not just asking," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'm demanding it." She looked at Vi, her eyes full of mischief. "But if you're feeling left out, you can always join us."

Sevika chuckled, her hand never leaving Lila's body. "You're bold, I'll give you that," she said, her voice like velvet. She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke swirling around them like a snake charmer's dance. "But Vi here doesn't strike me as the sharing type."

Lila's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a dangerous spark. "Is that so?" she purred, her hips still rocking against Sevika's thigh. She leaned in, her breath hot against the madame's neck. "Well, I've never been much for asking nicely." With a sudden movement, she flipped Vi's grip, her bound wrists now holding the enforcer's hand in place. "But I can be quite... persuasive."

Sevika's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't protest, her own curiosity piqued. Vi's hand was trapped between them, the warmth of Lila's skin a stark contrast to the cold steel of the cuffs. "I can see that," she murmured, her own hand sliding down to trace the line of Lila's jaw. "But you're playing with fire, little one."

Lila's grin grew, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable. "Oh, I'm not just playing," she breathed, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to make you burn." With that, she leaned in and kissed Vi, her mouth hot and demanding. Vi's eyes went wide with shock, and for a moment, she was frozen, unsure of how to react.

✨✨jinx x oc ✨✨

Tags warrning : somnophilia whith consent sub jinx slight power play

Jinx sighed, her hands hovering over the keyboard. Her heart wasn't in it anymore; something else had captured her attention. In the background, the soft, rhythmic sounds of the city outside their penthouse apartment created a gentle lullaby. But the quiet was about to be shattered.

"I'm out," she finally said, her eyes darting to the figure lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. "I think it's time for bed."

Vi shot her a suspicious look, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "You've got that look, Jinx. What's up?"

Jinx felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she played it cool. "What look?" she replied, her voice a little too high.

Vi chuckled, not fooled for a second. "The look of someone with a dirty little secret." She turned off the game, the screen fading to black. "Alright, spill it. What's got you so...distracted?"

Jinx's gaze lingered on the sleeping figure. "It's nothing," she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. But the more she stared, the more her thoughts drifted. It was the quietude of the room, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way the moonlight kissed the curve of her cheek. It was torture, a sweet, sweet torment.

Her eyes traced the line of the blanket, dipping down to the swell of her hips. The fabric clung to her form in a way that made Jinx's imagination run wild. Her thoughts grew more vivid, more...intimate. She swallowed hard, trying to push them away, but the allure was too strong.

Vi's knowing smile grew wider. "I'm going to bed. But if you need anything..." she winked, leaving the room with a smug stride.

Alone now, Jinx's eyes remained fixed on the sleeping beauty. The OC lay there, blissfully unaware of the tumultuous thoughts racing through Jinx's mind. The room grew warmer, the silence more suffocating. Jinx's hand began to shake as she reached out and lightly traced the line of the blanket. Her fingertips grazed the fabric, sending a jolt through her body. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it.

Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip as she leaned closer. The smell of her shampoo filled the air, a sweet scent that was uniquely hers. Jinx's hand trembled with desire as she pulled the blanket back, revealing the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel. She felt a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration wash over her. This wasn't right, but it felt so good.

Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, echoing in her ears. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't stop. She trailed her hand down the soft skin of the OC's stomach, her touch feather-light. The girl shifted in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her lips. Jinx froze, holding her breath, but she didn't wake.

With trembling fingers, Jinx undid the buttons of her own shirt, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form. The cool air kissed her bare skin as she slipped it off, her eyes dark with want. She moved closer, her breathing shallow and erratic. The OC's skin was warm, inviting. Jinx's hand hovered over her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from her body.

The mumbling grew louder, more insistent. The OC's hand reached out, fingers brushing against Jinx's arm. Jinx's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found her hand being drawn closer to the OC's chest, nestled between her breasts. A soft sigh escaped the girl's lips as she snuggled into the touch, hugging Jinx's hand closer.

Jinx felt her heart race even faster. She could feel the steady beat of the OC's heart beneath her palm, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body. The scent of her filled Jinx's nostrils, making her head swim. She had never felt so alive, so...aroused. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body had other ideas.

The sleeping girl shifted again, her hand tightening around Jinx's wrist, pulling it closer. It was as if she was begging for more, even in her slumber. Jinx's breath hitched in her throat as she gave in to the temptation. Her hand moved up, cupping the fullness of her breast. The girl murmured something unintelligible, her face contorting into a look of pleasure.

Jinx knew she should stop, that this was wrong on so many levels. But she couldn't. The need was too great. She had noticed how tired the OC had been lately, the dark circles under her eyes, the way she sighed deeply when she finally found the comfort of her bed. It was almost as if she were...searching for something. And tonight, it seemed that something was Jinx

.

Jinx studied the OC's peaceful expression, a pang of guilt stabbing at her chest. She knew her friend was really tired and hadn't been able to sleep well lately. The shadows beneath her eyes spoke volumes of the sleepless nights she'd been enduring, and the tightness in her shoulders even in rest suggested a burden that weighed her down. Despite her own raging desires, Jinx's heart ached for the girl's unspoken troubles.

Her thumb ghosted over the OC's collarbone, the smoothness of her skin a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in Jinx's mind. She knew that this moment was a stolen one, that she shouldn't take advantage of her friend's vulnerability. But the warmth, the closeness...it was intoxicating. The OC sighed, her body shifting slightly, and Jinx felt a jolt of excitement. Was it possible that she was dreaming of her? The thought sent a thrill down her spine.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, casting everything in a silver hue. The OC's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her breaths deep and even. Jinx felt a twinge of guilt for the thoughts she was having, for the desires she was acting upon, but it was drowned out by the pulsing need coursing through her. She knew her friend needed rest, had seen the weariness in her eyes each day. And yet, here she was, about to indulge in the very thing that could ruin their friendship.

A few days ago, they had stumbled upon a kink quiz online. It had been Vi's idea to do it together, a laugh, a way to pass the time. But when the OC's results had come back with "Somnophilia" as a top hit, Jinx had felt something shift within her. The idea of her friend, so innocently asleep, experiencing pleasure without even knowing it, had taken root in her mind and grew like a vine, wrapping itself around her thoughts, her dreams, her very soul.

And now, as she stood there, her hand cupping the OC's breast, she recalled the conversation with a new clarity. "I mean, if it's someone you really like, it's not so bad, right?" the OC had said with a yawn, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. Vi had snickered, but Jinx had felt something...different. The way the OC had glanced at her, the way she had blushed when she caught Jinx's gaze. It was as if she had been giving Jinx a secret message, a silent invitation.

But had she really meant it? Or was it just a joke, a casual remark born of the safety of their friendship? Jinx's heart thudded in her chest as she tried to rationalize her actions. Was this what the OC had wanted? Was she okay with this?

Before she could second-guess herself further, the OC's thigh shifted beneath her, pressing up against Jinx's core. The unexpected contact made her gasp, and she realized that she had been grinding against it without even realizing it. The friction was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. It was as if the universe itself was egging her on, whispering that it was okay, that this was what she needed, what they both needed.

Jinx's body took over, her hips moving almost of their own accord, rubbing against the firm, warm thigh. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes half-closed as she succumbed to the sensations. She felt a twinge of fear that she might wake her friend, but the OC remained blissfully asleep, lost in a world of dreams. It was as if she was in a trance, her body moving in a silent symphony of desire.

The sound of her movements grew louder in the quiet room, the slickness of her arousal creating a soft, rhythmic sound that seemed to fill the air. Jinx bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hand sliding down to find the heat between her legs. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and passion, each touch sending a bolt of pleasure through

her.

Suddenly, the OC's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy with sleep. Jinx's heart skipped a beat, and she froze, her hand hovering over her own sex. The OC blinked a few times, her eyes focusing on Jinx's flushed face, and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Jinx?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

For a moment, Jinx was paralyzed with fear, but then she saw the understanding in the OC's eyes, the way they searched hers with a gentle curiosity. "It's okay," the OC whispered, her hand sliding over to cover Jinx's, pressing it down firmly against her mound. "It's just a dream, right?"

Jinx's mind raced, trying to find the right words to explain, but they lodged in her throat. She nodded instead, a silent lie that seemed to satisfy the sleepy girl. The OC's smile grew, and she closed her eyes again, her hand guiding Jinx's movements. It was as if she was dreaming this, too, and she didn't want to wake up.

Jinx's heart thudded painfully in her chest as she began to move her hand again, stroking the soft fabric of her underwear. The OC's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling faster. Was she really okay with this? Was it just the haze of sleep talking, or had she known all along? The question swirled in Jinx's mind like a tornado, but the storm was quickly overshadowed by the building storm of pleasure.

The OC's hand tightened around hers, urging her to move faster. Jinx could feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid pulse of her heartbeat, and she knew she couldn't stop, not now. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her body responding to the silent demands of her friend's touch. The fabric grew damp with her arousal, the heat building between her legs.

With a trembling hand, Jinx slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of the OC's panties, her fingertips brushing against the soft curls of her pubic hair. The OC's breath hitched, her body arching slightly. Jinx felt a rush of power, a heady mix of fear and desire that made her pulse race even faster.

As she began to explore the wet folds of her friend's sex, she noticed the OC's grip on her hand tighten, the sleepy smile on her face growing more intense. The OC's eyes remained closed, but her hips began to rock in time with Jinx's movements, urging her on. Jinx couldn't believe what was happening. Was this really just a dream? Or was there something deeper, something she had been too afraid to admit?

The OC's breath grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Jinx's own arousal was reaching a crescendo, her own need demanding release. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the OC's face, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her cheeks flushed with each stroke. It was as if she was watching a live feed of her friend's most intimate thoughts, a silent confession of desires she had never dared speak aloud.

The OC's grip on Jinx's hand grew more urgent, her hips bucking against her touch. Jinx felt her own climax approaching, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown her. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up, but she didn't want to stop. The OC's breathing grew more ragged, and her whimpers grew louder, echoing in the quiet room.

Without warning, the OC's body tensed, her back arching off the couch. Her eyes shot open, staring directly into Jinx's, and for a brief moment, reality and fantasy collided. In that instant, Jinx knew that she wasn't asleep; she was fully aware. The OC's pupils dilated, and a look of pure ecstasy washed over her face. Then, with a final, guttural moan, she collapsed back onto the couch, her hand going limp in Jinx's grasp.

The room was silent except for the panting of their ragged breaths. Jinx felt like she was floating, her body a live wire of sensation. The guilt that had been gnawing at her vanished in the face of the OC's blissful expression. It was as if a weight had been lifted, a secret shared without a word spoken. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it.

The OC's eyes remained closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she descended from the peak of her climax. Jinx's hand was still trapped between her thighs, her own arousal pulsing through her. She didn't dare move, afraid that any sudden action would shatter the moment. But she couldn't ignore the need that still pounded through her, demanding release.

Her eyes flicked to the OC's face, watching for any sign of awakening. But the girl remained still, a peaceful smile playing on her lips. Jinx's hand began to move again, slower this time, savoring the feeling of her friend's slickness, the way her body responded to every touch. It was a heady power, a silent admission of want that had her blood singing.

The room was a cocoon of shadows and moonlight, the only sounds their mingled breaths and the soft whispers of fabric sliding against skin. Jinx felt like she was in a dream within a dream, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. Would the OC wake up? Would she

be mad? Or would she...

But the OC didn't stir. Her chest rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. Jinx felt a rush of relief mixed with a strange sense of elation. She had done it. She had given her friend the release she needed without her even knowing. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her hand remained between the OC's thighs, her fingers still coated in her essence. She couldn't help but marvel at the power she held in that moment, the ability to bring someone to such a peak of pleasure without them even being aware. But the thrill was short-lived. The weight of her own desires crashed down upon her, demanding their due.

Jinx's eyes fell to the OC's hand, which had slipped from hers, now resting on her bare skin. It was a silent invitation, a sign that she could take what she wanted. And so, she did. She slid her hand up the OC's body, feeling the goosebumps rise in the wake of her touch. The OC's breathing was still deep and even, but Jinx knew she was close to waking.

With trembling fingers, Jinx unbuttoned her own pants, her eyes never leaving the sleeping form before her. She pushed them down just enough to give herself the access she craved, the cool air sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand found its way back to her clit, the ache inside her growing more insistent with each stroke.

It was then that the OC jolted upright, a hand shooting out to grip Jinx's hair, her eyes wild with confusion. "What...what are you doing?" she gasped, her voice thick with sleep.

Jinx's heart skipped a beat, her eyes going wide with shock. "I..." she trailed off, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had been caught in the act, her darkest desires laid bare in the moonlit room.

The OC's grip on her hair tightened, and she yanked Jinx's face closer to hers, their breath mingling. "What are you doing?" she repeated, the sleep in her voice replaced with a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down Jinx's spine.

Jinx's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps as she searched the OC's eyes for any sign of anger or disgust. But instead, she found something else, something she hadn't expected. Desire. The OC's pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dark with need. The hand that had been clutching at her hair began to stroke it gently, her thumb tracing the curve of Jinx's ear.

"You should have woken me up, Jinxie," the OC murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "I could have helped you with that."

Jinx's eyes widened, her heart racing as she stared into the OC's dark eyes. "But you were so tired," she protested weakly, her hand still frozen between her own thighs.

The OC's smile grew more knowing. "And you didn't want to bother me," she finished for her, her voice a low purr. "But you can't keep secrets from me, Jinx. Not like this."

Jinx's eyes searched her friend's, looking for any hint of anger or disgust. But all she saw was a reflection of her own want, the same need that had driven her to this moment. "I...I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice a whisper. "I just...I couldn't help it."

The OC's grip on Jinx's hair softened, her thumb now tracing gentle circles on the shell of her ear. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. "I've had...thoughts, too."

Jinx felt the world spin around her. Was it possible? Had the OC felt the same way all this time? "But I was so nervous," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know if you'd...like it."

The OC's smile grew, a knowing look in her eyes. "Well, you know what they say," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "the only way to find out is to ask." Her hand slid down from Jinx's hair to gently cup her cheek. "Or, in this case, to just go for it."

💙💙💙AU!POWDER X READER💙💙💙

Warning‼️ : angst , slight indication of smut

The friend, whose name was Briar, had a slightly bewildered look on her face, her eyes flitting around the bustling bar as if searching for something she hadn't quite noticed before. "Huh? Oh, sorry, Powder. I was just... thinking." She took a swig from her frosty mug, the foam clinging to her upper lip in a way that made Powder's heart do a little flip.

The bar, a grimy gem nestled in the bowels of Zaun, was alive with the usual mix of industrial workers and scoundrels seeking refuge from the smoggy streets outside. The neon lights flickered, casting shadows that danced on the grime-covered walls. The air was thick with the smell of spilled ale and sweat, a potent reminder of the city's never-ending toil. This was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment—or so Powder had hoped.

Gurt, the studs-up waitress with a penchant for flirting, sailed past them, a tray of drinks balanced precariously on her well-inked forearms. She winked at the reader, her piercing blue eyes playful as she leaned in to serve the table next to them. Powder's cheeks grew hot with a mix of embarrassment and something else—something she hadn't quite identified yet. She took a deep breath, the smoky haze clinging to her lungs as she tried to ignore the flutter in her chest. It wasn't fair, she thought. Why couldn't Briar see her the way everyone else did? Why couldn't she just look at Powder like that?

Mylo, the bumbling but well-meaning bouncer, lumbered over, a toothpick dangling from his mouth as he offered a lopsided grin. "You two need another round?" he asked, gesturing to their nearly empty mugs. Briar nodded absently, her gaze still lost in the chaotic dance of the bar patrons. Mylo's eyes lit up at the prospect of serving the reader, who he'd had a not-so-secret crush on for weeks. "On the house," he said with a wink before heading back to the counter, leaving Powder feeling like a forgotten afterthought.

The reader's eyes snapped back to Powder, realizing their wandering attention. "I'm sorry," they said, placing a gentle hand on her arm, "I guess I'm just a little distracted tonight." Powder forced a smile, her stomach doing a flip as she felt the warmth of the reader's touch. It was moments like these that made her hope that maybe, just maybe, the reader felt something more than friendship.

As if on cue, the door to the bar swung open with a gust of grimy air, and in stumbled Ekko. His messy brown hair fell into his eyes, which grew wide when he caught sight of the reader's hand on Powder's waist. A flicker of something unpleasant passed across his face before it was quickly replaced by his usual cocky grin. "Well, well, well," he drawled, "What do we have here?"

Powder rolled her eyes, the heat from the reader's touch sending a jolt through her body. She felt a strange mix of annoyance and relief—annoyed that Ekko had intruded on their moment, yet relieved that the reader had made their stance clear. "Just a friendly chat," she said, her voice a tad too sweet, "Briar and I were just catching up."

Ekko sauntered over, his boots scuffing against the sticky bar floor. He leaned against the edge of their table, his arms crossed over his chest. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice dripping with insincerity. The reader's grip tightened on Powder's waist, and she felt a thrill run through her. It was like they were in a silent battle, each move speaking louder than any words could.

With a suddenness that took everyone by surprise, the reader's hand shot up and grabbed the back of Powder's head, pulling her closer. Before she could even gasp, their lips were pressing against the soft skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Powder's eyes widened in shock and pleasure, her heart racing as she felt the warmth of their breath against her skin. She had never been so acutely aware of every sensation in her body, from the way her pulse pounded in her ears to the electricity zapping through her veins.

Ekko's smug smile faltered, his eyes narrowing in confusion and something else—was that jealousy? The bar's noisy chatter faded into the background as the world around them grew fuzzy. The reader's hand slid around to cradle Powder's jaw, tilting it up to meet their own, and the intensity in their gaze was unmistakable. Briar's eyes snapped to them, her expression a mix of shock and something Powder couldn't quite read. The reader's eyes never left hers as they leaned in closer, the tip of their nose grazing her cheek.

Gurt's return with a fresh round of drinks was met with a scene that seemed to have frozen in time. Her steps slowed, the tray wobbling precariously as she took in the sight before her. Her eyebrows shot up, and she paused, unsure if she should interrupt the intimate moment or not. Finally, she set the drinks down with a thud, the clank of the glasses against the wooden tabletop echoing through the now-silent bar.

Powder's legs were wrapped around the reader's waist, her arms tight around their neck. The reader held her effortlessly, their hands strong and firm as they continued to leave a trail of kisses along her neck, leaving a constellation of hickies that stood out starkly against her pale skin. The air around them was charged with something palpable, something that made the hairs on the back of Gurt's neck stand on end. She had never seen Powder look so... alive.

Gurt couldn't help but slow her pace as she approached them, the tray of drinks now forgotten. Her eyes lingered on the intimate scene, a mix of disbelief and something akin to sadness in her gaze. She had always had a soft spot for Powder, despite her tough exterior. The sight of them together was like watching a long-held secret unfold before her very eyes, and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. She cleared her throat, trying to break the spell that had fallen over them, "Hey, you two lovebirds need some room?"

The reader chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to resonate through the very air. They gently set Powder down, her legs sliding along the reader's body until her feet hit the floor. She felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass of the music that had started up again.

Gurt passed by with another round of drinks, her eyes lingering on the pair. "You're welcome," she said with a knowing smile, placing the tray down on a nearby table. "Looks like you two could use a bit more space," she added, nodding to the newly cleared surface. The reader grinned, lifting Powder effortlessly onto the tabletop with a smoothness that made Briar's jaw drop.

The coolness of the wood sent a shiver through Powder's body, and she wrapped her legs around the reader's waist to keep her balance. The room spun around her, a whirlwind of neon lights and curious gazes. The reader's hands were strong and warm, one at her waist and the other cradling her face as they leaned in for another kiss. The taste of metal and sweat clung to their lips, a stark reminder of the harshness of the world outside the bar's walls, yet it only served to make the moment more intense.

Powder's eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensation of the reader's mouth on hers, until she felt something cold and wet slide down her chest. She gasped and pulled back, her eyes snapping open to find the reader holding a shot glass filled with a shimmering liquid. "What are you—" she began, but the reader had already tipped the glass over, the contents tracing a line down to her navel. The room had gone quiet, and she could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on them.

With a mischievous smile, the reader leaned in and licked the liquid off her skin, the coldness of it making her shiver. The intimacy of the act sent a jolt of electricity through Powder's body, and she could feel herself blushing from her toes to her scalp. She didn't know what was happening, but she didn't want it to stop.

The reader whispered something into her ear, so softly that the words were lost in the thumping bass of the music, but the warmth of their breath sent a shiver down her spine. They gently set her back down on the chair, their hands lingering on her shoulders. The touch was feather-light, yet it felt like it was branding her.

Powder watched, slightly dazed, as the reader slid off the table. They straightened their clothes and offered her a hand up, the gesture so casual it was as if nothing had just happened. But everything had changed. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions. She took the hand, feeling the roughness of their calloused palm against hers, and allowed them to help her down. Her legs were wobbly, and she leaned into them for a moment, her breath hitching.

They led her through the maze of tables and chairs, the crowd parting for them like they were royalty. The bar patrons whispered and smirked, some even offering congratulatory slaps on the back to the reader. The bar was a blur of neon lights and leering faces, and Powder felt like she was floating. They stopped at the back, where a hatch in the floor revealed a cramped storage space. It was where she had set up a makeshift bed, hidden from the prying eyes of the patrons and her father

.

With a gentle tug, the reader led Powder through the hatch and into the cramped space beneath the bar. The cold, damp concrete was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar above, but it was their sanctuary. The air was stale and heavy with the scent of dust and aged whiskey barrels, a comforting embrace that had seen many of their late-night heart-to-hearts. The makeshift bed, a collection of worn-out cushions and a threadbare blanket, looked even more inviting than usual, the candlelight casting a soft, flickering glow on the tight quarters.

The reader turned to face her, their eyes searching hers with a desperation that made her heart ache. "I'm so sorry, Powder," they blurted out, their voice shaking. "I didn't mean to—I just couldn't stand it anymore."

Powder's mind was racing, trying to piece together what had just happened. The kiss, the touch—it had all felt so real, so intense. But now, in the harsh reality of the dimly lit storage room, she wasn't so sure. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader's hands flew to their face, their eyes wide with panic. "I'm sorry," they repeated, "I just... I couldn't take it anymore. Seeing everyone flirt with you, and Briar being so clueless—it just made me crazy." Their words tumbled out in a jumbled rush, each one more frantic than the last. "I never meant for it to go this far, but I just had to show you that you're not alone. That I... I'm here for you."

Powder took a step back, her arms wrapping around her torso protectively as she felt the warmth of the bar above them retreat, leaving only the cold, damp air of the storage room. The candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows on the reader's face, and she realized with a start that she didn't know them as well as she thought she did. "What do you mean, 'not alone'?" she asked, her voice shaking.

The reader's eyes searched hers, a mix of hope and fear. "I know you're in love with Briar," they said softly, "And I know she doesn't see you the way you want her to. But I do. I see you, Powder. I see all of you."

Powder's face fell, the warmth from their touch replaced by a cold, hard reality. The affection she had felt moments ago was now a distant memory, lost in the fog of doubt and inadequacy. She took a step back, the coolness of the concrete seeping through her shoes, reminding her that she was indeed still in the storage room, still in the grimy bar where she had hoped to find refuge from the harshness of the world outside. The thought that this was all some ploy, some twisted game to win Briar's attention, was like a knife to the chest. "What are you saying?" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader's eyes searched hers, desperate for some semblance of understanding. "Powder, I—" They took a deep, shuddering breath, their hand reaching out to her again, but she flinched away, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective hug. The candlelight cast eerie shadows across their face, highlighting the pain etched into every line.

Powder backed away further, her mind racing with the realization that she had been played. "This was all just to get to Ekko," she murmured, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. "Some sick game to win him over. I'm a fool for believing..." Her voice trailed off as the weight of the situation crushed her. She had been so caught up in her own feelings, her own desperation, that she hadn't seen it coming.

The reader's face fell, their hand dropping to their side as the reality of their confession hit them. "No, Powder, you're wrong," they insisted, stepping towards her with a pleading look in their eyes. "I never meant it like that. I just..." Their voice cracked, and they reached out again, but Powder was already retreating into the shadows, the warmth of their touch now a distant memory.

With a swiftness born of desperation, she ducked under the reader's outstretched arm, her heart racing as she squeezed through the hatch and back into the chaos of the bar. The noise hit her like a wall, the music and the laughter and the clinking of glasses a stark contrast to the quiet anguish of the storage room. She didn't look back, couldn't bear to see the pain on the reader's face—pain she knew she had caused.

The party. The stupid, stupid party. It was only hours away, and she had to be ready. Powder pushed through the crowd, her eyes searching for Gurt. The studded waitress was at the far end of the bar, her arms full of drinks, her smile as bright as the neon lights that bathed her in a garish glow.

Powder's heart hammered in her chest as she approached, her mind racing with the plan that had been festering since that fateful night. She had to show them, all of them, that she wasn't some pawn to be used in their twisted games of love and longing. She wasn't a toy to be played with and then discarded when the game grew old.

The party was in full swing, the air thick with the smells of roasting meat and spilled drinks. The music was louder, the lights brighter, and the crowd had grown even more raucous. She had taken her time getting ready, painstakingly choosing an outfit that was both fiery and alluring. The tight, black corset cinched her waist, pushing her assets up and out, while the short skirt and fishnets left little to the imagination. Her blue hair was styled into wild curls that bounced with every step she took, and her makeup was a dramatic smoky affair that made her eyes pop with an intensity that could cut through steel.

Powder had hoped that by the time she arrived, the reader would be pining for her, their eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her. But as she descended the stairs, she saw that they were nowhere to be found. A knot of frustration tightened in her stomach. Where could they be? This was the moment she had been waiting for—the moment she would show them all what they were missing.

Her eyes swept the room, taking in the sea of faces—some familiar, some not—until they landed on Briar. Her best friend was leaning against the bar, a look of boredom etched into her features as she sipped from a bottle of beer. The sight of her, so untouchable and oblivious, made Powder's blood boil. This was it. Time to set her plan in motion.

Sevika, the enigmatic arms dealer with a penchant for explosives, caught Powder's eye from across the room. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her leather jacket open to reveal a tight, crimson tank top that hugged her curves. Powder sauntered over, her hips swaying with a confidence she didn't quite feel. As she approached, she leaned in close, her breath warm against Sevika's neck. "Hey, handsome," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper.

Sevika's eyes widened in surprise, taking in Powder's flirtatious demeanor with a mix of confusion and revulsion. She had known the blue-haired girl for years, and this was definitely not the greeting she was expecting. "P-Powder?" she stuttered, her hand tightening around her beer. "What are you doing?"

Ignoring the question, Powder slid closer, her hand grabbing Sevika's forearm. "You look absolutely stunning tonight," she said, her voice thick with a forced sweetness that made Sevika's skin crawl. She felt the eyes of the bar upon her, watching the spectacle unfold. Her stomach twisted into knots as she realized what Powder was trying to do.

Sevika's eyes searched the room, desperate to find someone—anyone—who could help her out of this situation. But everyone was too caught up in their own conversations and drinks to notice the tension. "Powder," she began, her voice firm but shaking, "I think you've had a bit too much to drink." She tried to gently pull her arm away, but Powder's grip tightened, her nails digging into Sevika's skin.

"Come on," Powder said, her voice a syrupy sweetness that didn't quite mask the desperation beneath, "Don't you think I've earned some attention?" Her eyes, once filled with mischief and light, were now dark and intense. "You know you want me." She leaned in closer, her breath hot and insistent on Sevika's cheek.

Sevika's face contorted in revulsion, and she tried to pull away, her voice a mix of anger and fear. "Powder, what the hell is wrong with you?" But Powder's grip was unyielding.

The reader watched the scene unfold from the shadows, their heart in their throat. They hadn't meant for it to go this far—they had only wanted to comfort Powder, to show her that she was more than just a pawn in everyone else's games. Now, as they saw her using the same tactics she had accused them of, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger.

Sevika's eyes darted around the room, her discomfort growing more apparent with each passing second. She tried to shake Powder off, but the girl's grip was like iron. "Powder, stop," she hissed, her voice barely carrying over the din of the party. "You're hurting me."

Powder leaned in closer, her voice a whisper that was lost in the cacophony of the bar. "Just one dance," she begged, her eyes shimmering with an intensity that was almost feverish. "Just one dance, and I'll leave you alone."

Sevika's eyes widened in alarm, her heart racing as she felt the room closing in around her. Just as she was about to push Powder away, she saw the reader emerge from the shadows. Their gaze was apologetic as they approached, their eyes never leaving hers. "Sevika," they said, their voice cutting through the noise, "I'm sorry, but I think it's time for me to take Jinx home."

Sevika's eyes flickered to the reader, a spark of understanding passing between them. "Good luck," she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. She managed to break free from Powder's grip, taking a step back and smoothing down her jacket. "And be careful," she added with a wink. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to our little firecracker here."

Powder's expression grew stormy, her grip on Sevika's arm loosening as she spun around to face the reader. The room seemed to tilt and swirl around her, the music growing louder, the lights brighter, until all she could see was the person standing in front of her, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and disappointment. "You," she spat, the anger in her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "This is all your fault."

The reader's face fell, their eyes searching hers with a desperate hope. "Powder, please, let's talk about this," they pleaded, reaching out a hand. But she was already backing away, her chest heaving with every breath.

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

The operative swallowed hard. "It happened during your... personal time, ma'am. We didn't want to disturb you unless it was absolutely necessary."

Seveka's gaze narrowed, but she understood the unspoken rule. She had her needs, and so did the agency. She handed back the tablet. "Very well. Assemble the team. We move out in five."

As the room buzzed with activity, she took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing through potential scenarios and strategies. It was in this rare moment of vulnerability that she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. She looked up to see the fem reader, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Seveka, are you okay?" the fem reader asked softly, her voice a stark contrast to the urgency in the room.

Seveka took a deep breath, her eyes flickering over to the reader before returning to the door. "I need to focus."

The fem reader nodded, her hand sliding away. "I know. But I'm here if you need anything."

Seveka offered a tight smile, her jaw clenched. "Thank you."

The fem reader's eyes searched hers, and she stepped closer, her voice a low purr. "I mean it, Seveka. You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. It's okay to let someone else take the lead for once."

Seveka hesitated, the weight of the mission pressing down on her. "I can handle it," she murmured, though her voice lacked its usual confidence.

The fem reader leaned in, her breath warm against Seveka's ear. "But what if you don't have to?" she whispered.

Seveka turned to face her, the question hanging in the air. The room around them seemed to fade away, the chaos of the mission forgotten. The fem reader's eyes held a gentle authority, and something else—something that made Seveka's stomach flutter.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

The fem reader stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. "You've been so focused on being in charge, so used to giving orders and expecting them to be followed," she said, her voice low and soothing. "But what if you could let go for a while?"

Her hand slid down Seveka's arm, her fingertips brushing against the leather of her glove before coming to rest on her wrist. Seveka felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, and she realized her breathing had grown shallower. The fem reader's touch was firm, yet gentle, a silent demand for obedience.

"Take off your gloves," she instructed, her voice a soft command. Seveka complied, her hands trembling slightly as she peeled away the leather. The cool air of the room caressed her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The fem reader stepped closer, her eyes dropping to Seveka's exposed wrists. She took them in her hands, turning them over to examine the delicate pulse point. "Good," she murmured, her thumb brushing lightly against the sensitive skin. "Now, I want you to sit down."

Seveka's eyes widened, but she felt an inexplicable urge to obey. She took a seat in the chair, her legs spread slightly apart, and watched as the fem reader moved around the desk. The command was simple, yet it sent a rush of anticipation through her veins. She had never been in this position before, and she didn't know how to react.

The fem reader's eyes gleamed with something that looked suspiciously like amusement, but there was also a seriousness to her expression. She knelt before Seveka, her hands resting on her thighs, and spoke firmly. "Now, I want you to crawl under the desk and wait for me there."

Seveka felt a flicker of embarrassment, but the feeling was quickly overridden by a strange sense of...excitement? She had never been one to be ordered around, but there was something about the way the fem reader's voice curled around her that made it impossible to refuse. With a nod, she lowered herself to the floor, her knees brushing against the cold tiles.

The fem reader moved around the desk, her footsteps measured and deliberate. Seveka watched her approach, her heart hammering in her chest. The reader's eyes never left hers as she leaned down, her fingers tracing the line of Seveka's jaw before tilting her head back. "You're so beautiful when you submit," she whispered, her breath hot against Seveka's skin.

Before Seveka could respond, the reader's fingers pressed against her lips, silencing any protest. Her eyes searched Seveka's, looking for consent, for understanding. Seveka's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor in a show of submission. The reader's hand moved, her fingers sliding into Seveka's mouth, gagging her gently. The suddenness of the action made Seveka's eyes widen, but she didn't struggle, her body responding to the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation.

The reader then reached for Seveka's hair, pulling gently at first before tightening her grip. She tugged Seveka's head back, forcing her to look up. "Remember, you're safe," she assured, her voice a velvety promise in the tense air. "You can always use your safeword."

Seveka felt a shiver run down her spine, the reality of the situation sinking in. She was a top, always in control, and now she was being told to submit. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she found herself nodding again, the fight draining from her body.

The fem reader's grip on her hair tightened slightly, a clear message that she was in charge. "Good girl," she purred, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Seveka felt a spark of defiance, a knee-jerk reaction to being called such a demeaning term. But before she could form a snappy retort, the reader leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous challenge. "Now, unless you want to be punished for your insolence," she whispered, "I suggest you keep those thoughts to yourself."

Seveka's cheeks burned, and she bit down on the reader's fingers in her mouth, the leather of the gag muffling the sound of her protest. The reader's eyes widened slightly in surprise before narrowing, a flicker of something dark crossing her features. She yanked Seveka's head back even further, forcing her to arch her back uncomfortably. "I can make this as easy or as difficult for you as you want it to be," she warned, her tone dropping an octave.

Seveka felt a thrill of fear and excitement at the same time. The defiance in her eyes was clear, but she knew better than to push her limits. Instead, she rolled her eyes and let out a soft whine, acknowledging the reader's dominance. The reader's grip on her hair loosened slightly, and she nodded in approval.

With a swift motion, the reader pulled her fingers from Seveka's mouth, and she gagged slightly, her eyes watering. The sudden absence of the leather was almost a relief, but the look in the reader's eyes told her that she wasn't out of the woods yet. The gag had been a test of sorts, a way for the reader to assert her control without causing any real harm.

The reader's gaze remained locked on Seveka's as she stood up, her hands moving to her own belt. She unbuckled it slowly, the sound echoing through the now-silent room. With a flick of her wrist, she undid the button of her pants, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. The zipper followed, the rasping sound seemingly louder than the cacophony of the mission outside. Seveka felt a strange mix of trepidation and arousal, watching the reader's hips sway as she pushed her pants down her legs, revealing her bare sex.

The reader stepped out of her pants, her feet bare and firm on the cold floor. She moved closer to Seveka, her hand sliding down to cup herself, her thumb circling her clit in a slow, mesmerizing motion. Seveka's own sex grew wet at the sight, the heat building inside her. She had never felt so exposed, so...vulnerable, and yet it was a thrilling sensation she couldn't deny.

Her hand twitched with the urge to reach out and touch, to claim some semblance of the control she was so used to wielding. But before she could make a move, the reader's eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand to stop her. "No," she said firmly, her voice a gentle but unyielding command. "You don't get to touch unless I say so."

Seveka felt a strange mix of frustration and excitement at the denial. She had always been the one in charge, the one giving orders, but here she was, kneeling and at the mercy of another. She bit her lip, trying to fight the urge to argue, to assert herself. But something deep within her craved this, the feeling of being completely at someone else's mercy.

The reader's hand remained on her thigh, her thumb rubbing small circles just above her knee. "Be still," she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. "I'll take care of everything."

Seveka felt a surge of desperation, her body craving contact. She began to whine, the sound low and needy, her eyes pleading. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to touch, to feel the heat and wetness that she knew awaited her. The reader's eyes never left hers, her expression unyielding yet filled with a smoldering desire that seemed to be growing by the second.

"Please," Seveka begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me touch you."

The fem reader's smile grew more predatory as she watched Seveka squirm. She leaned in closer, her hand still resting on Seveka's thigh. "I didn't say you could talk," she reminded her, her voice a sweet caress that belied the steel beneath.

Seveka's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, trying to keep her pleas contained. But the need was too strong, the unfamiliar ache of submission too potent. She began to whine again, her body moving in an attempt to close the gap between them. The reader's hand tightened slightly on her thigh, keeping her in place. "Please," she murmured, the word slipping out despite her best efforts.

The fem reader leaned in closer, her breath hot against Seveka's skin. "What was that, darling?" she asked, her voice a tease.

Seveka's eyes searched hers, desperate for permission. "Please," she whimpered, her voice strained around the gag. "Please let me touch you."

The fem reader's smile grew, her eyes darkening with lust. "Very well," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But only if you're a good girl."

With that, she grabbed Seveka's face, her grip firm but not painful, and guided it towards her sex. Seveka felt the warmth radiating from the reader's cunt, and she closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of her arousal. The reader's hand pushed harder, and before she could protest, she found her nose buried in the soft, damp flesh. She could feel the reader's labia against her cheeks, and she heard the smack as her own mouth was pressed into the wetness.

Seveka's eyes shot open, and she let out a muffled squeak of surprise, which only made the reader chuckle. The sound was cut off by a hand that slammed down onto the back of her head, holding her in place. "Now, lick," the reader ordered, and Seveka had no choice but to obey. She tentatively extended her tongue, feeling the slickness of the reader's juices against it. The taste was unexpectedly sweet, and she found herself craving more.

The reader's hand began to guide her movements, pushing her face deeper and setting a rhythm that grew more and more insistent. Seveka's own desire grew with each stroke, her body responding in a way she had never experienced before. She felt the muscles in her thighs clench, and without realizing it, she began to hump the floor, desperately seeking relief. The reader noticed and her hand moved from Seveka's head to her waist, pressing down firmly to still her hips. "Patience," she admonished, her voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine.

Seveka's eyes watered from the pressure and the gag, but she didn't dare move. Instead, she focused on the reader's scent, the taste of her, the way her body quivered with each stroke of her tongue. The reader's breathing grew heavier, her hips rocking slightly, and Seveka could feel the tension building in the room.

Then, without warning, there was a knock at the door.

Seveka's head snapped up, her eyes wide with panic. The sudden noise shattered the haze of submission, and she bolted upright, smacking her head on the underside of the desk with a painful thud. Stars danced before her eyes, and she barely registered the reader's concerned gasp before the pain overwhelmed her.

"Oh, my poor baby," the fem reader cooed, her voice thick with mocking amusement. She reached down and gently helped Seveka out from under the desk, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Did that hurt?"

Seveka's hand flew to the back of her head, her eyes watering as she nodded. The reader's smile grew, but her eyes remained focused on Seveka's pained expression. "You're such a good girl for taking that for me," she crooned, her voice a sugary sweetness that seemed to wrap around Seveka like a warm blanket.

Seveka felt a strange thrill at the praise, her body responding to the gentle dominance. She rubbed the sore spot, the sting of the impact only serving to heighten her arousal. The reader noticed and leaned down, her hand cupping Seveka's cheek. "Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice filled with a concern that was almost motherly.

Seveka took a deep breath and nodded, exaggerating the pain just a little. "Y-yes," she whimpered, her eyes wide and innocent. "It hurts a lot."

The fem reader's expression softened, and she stroked Seveka's cheek gently. "Oh, you poor thing," she murmured. "Such a good girl for taking that for me."

But Seveka could see the glint in her eyes, the slight smirk that told her she wasn't fooled. The reader knew she was overplaying it, that the pain was a small price to pay for the thrill of submission. And yet, she allowed Seveka to cling to the illusion, her hand moving to the gag and unbuckling it with careful precision. Seveka's jaw relaxed with a sigh, and she worked her mouth, trying to get rid of the dryness left by the leather.

The reader stepped back, her eyes never leaving Seveka's. "Now, let's get you feeling better, shall we?" she said, her voice a seductive purr. She sat on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide, and beckoned Seveka closer with a crook of her finger. "Come here, and make it up to me for interrupting our little...session."

Seveka's head still throbbed, but the pain was already being overshadowed by a different kind of ache. She stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the sudden change in position. The reader watched her with a knowing smile, her own arousal clear from the way she was rubbing her clit. "You want this, don't you?" she asked, her voice a silky challenge.

Seveka nodded, her eyes locked on the reader's hand. The sound of the door opening was like a bucket of ice water thrown over her fevered thoughts. A deep, gruff cough echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. The fem reader's smile didn't waver, but her eyes flicked to the door with a hint of annoyance.

Panic surged through Seveka's veins, and she stumbled back, her cheeks flaming with mortification. The sight of anyone else—anyone—seeing her in this state was unbearable. She was the one who was in charge, who gave the orders. The thought of being caught like this, kneeling and gagged, was more than she could handle. Her heart raced, and she could feel her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

The fem reader, however, remained unfazed. She slid off the desk, her movements smooth and graceful, and approached Seveka with an air of calm authority. "It's all right," she murmured, her hand on Seveka's shoulder. "You're safe here. I won't let anyone see you like this."

With surprising gentleness, she guided Seveka back to her knees and pushed her back under the desk, her own body blocking the view from the doorway. Seveka's eyes were wide with embarrassment, but she couldn't resist the comforting pressure of the reader's hand on her shoulder. She watched as the reader took her place in the chair, her legs crossed, a picture of casual indifference.

"Come in," the fem reader called out, her voice a cool, professional mask over the passion that had just filled the room.

Seveka's heart hammered in her chest, the sudden intrusion shattering the delicate web of submission she had allowed herself to be caught in. She tried to shrink back further under the desk, her eyes wide with shock and fear. The reader's hand remained firm on her shoulder, grounding her, reassuring her.

"What seems to be the problem?" the fem reader asked, her voice smooth and unruffled, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths coming from under the desk.

Seveka, her face flaming with embarrassment, focused on the task at hand. The reader's thighs, strong and firm, pressed against her shoulders, guiding her into position. She leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the reader's clit, eager to please despite the fear pulsing through her body. The sweet taste of her arousal filled Seveka's mouth, and she felt a strange sense of peace wash over her as she lost herself in the act of submission.

The reader's hand stroked her hair, guiding her movements, her breath hitching with each pass of Seveka's tongue. The sound of the door opening was almost imperceptible over the rush of blood in Seveka's ears, but the sudden change in the air was undeniable. The hand in her hair paused for a moment before resuming its gentle strokes.

"I said, come in," the reader called out, her voice a masterful blend of irritation and authority. Seveka's heart skipped a beat as she heard the footsteps approach. She had no idea who it was, and she couldn't imagine the humiliation of being caught like this. But the reader's hand remained firm, a silent promise that she would handle it.

The person entered, and Seveka recognized the voice immediately. It was her college, a man she had worked alongside for years, a man who had never seen her in anything less than a commanding position. "Where did you go?" he asked, his voice gruff with concern. "The briefing's in five, and the team's waiting."

The fem reader leaned back in the chair, her hand still in Seveka's hair. "I'm just...dealing with something personal," she said, her tone a blend of annoyance and authority. "It'll only be a moment."

Seveka's heart raced, her tongue frozen against the reader's flesh. The thought of her colleague finding them like this was too much, and she began to struggle, her eyes wide with panic. But the reader's grip was unyielding, her hand tightening almost imperceptibly. "I said, I've got this," she murmured, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine.

The college's footsteps stopped just short of the desk, and Seveka could feel his eyes on them. She could almost see his confusion, his mind trying to piece together the scene before him. "Is everything all right?" he asked, his tone hesitant.

The fem reader's hand in her hair tightened slightly, a silent reminder of her position. "It's fine," she said, her voice a calm, cool stream of confidence. "We're just...having a discussion."

Seveka's mind raced as she heard her colleague's footsteps move closer. She could feel his gaze on her, could almost feel the heat of his curiosity. She tried to push the panic down, focusing instead on the reader's thighs, the way they felt against her cheeks, the way the reader's hand was still stroking her hair.

The fem reader's voice was calm and measured. "Yes, we're just having a...personal conversation," she said, her hand giving Seveka's head a gentle push, urging her to continue. Seveka closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to block out the fear.

The next moment was one of pure chaos. A gunshot rang out, echoing through the room, and Seveka's body jerked with the shock of the sound. The hand in her hair was abruptly gone, and she heard a thud as her colleague's body hit the floor. She looked up in horror to see the reader standing over her, a smoking gun in her hand and a look of cold fury etched on her face.

"I told you I would take care of it," the reader murmured, her voice a deadly calm that sent a shiver down Seveka's spine. "Now, let's finish what we started."

Seveka stared at the lifeless body of her colleague, her mind reeling. The reader's hand reached under the desk, her fingertips brushing against Seveka's cheek. They felt like a brand, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. The reader's touch was a lifeline in the chaos, and Seveka found herself leaning into it, craving the reassurance.

"Good girl," the fem reader purred, her voice a balm to Seveka's frayed nerves. "You're doing so well." She slid her hand around to the back of Seveka's head, her grip firm but comforting. "You're so obedient, so perfect in your submission."

Seveka felt a strange warmth spread through her at the praise, a feeling she had never experienced in her life of dominance. She found herself craving more, her body responding to the gentle strokes of the reader's hand against her scalp. The fear and embarrassment of the interruption began to melt away, replaced by a newfound sense of belonging.

The reader leaned in closer, her voice a sweet whisper in Seveka's ear. "You're doing so well," she said, her breath hot and heavy. "I knew you had it in you."

Agent’sevika x assassin’reader

( Sevika has been on the hunt for phantom since her first cold case , sadly shes had no luck with that , will the inly way she can capture phantom be thru unsavory ways ?)

Her eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any sign of the elusive figure she'd been tracking for weeks. The assassin known only as "The Phantom" had left a trail of bodies across the city of Zaun, each one with a crimson rose tucked neatly into the lifeless hand. Sevika knew that the rose was not just a taunt, but a signature—a declaration of war on the very fabric of justice she'd sworn to uphold.

Her heart raced as she heard the soft patter of footsteps approaching, muffled by the rain. She dropped her cigarette, the ember sizzling as it hit the puddle at her feet, and reached for her gun. The footsteps grew closer, the tension in the air thickening. And then, like a ghost materializing from the mist, the assassin appeared, clad in black with eyes that gleamed like polished chrome in the neon light.

The reader, an equally skilled assassin, had been watching Sevika from the rooftops above. She'd felt the agent's relentless pursuit, the heat of her determination, and it intrigued her. The Phantom had chosen to confront Sevika in this desolate part of the city, where the cries of the oppressed blended with the whispers of the wind.

As the agent stepped out of the shadows, the rain plastered her short, dark hair to her forehead, beads of water glinting like jewels in the neon glow. The Phantom studied her, noticing the tension in her jaw and the way her hand hovered near her holstered weapon. She knew this wasn't going to be a typical exchange of pleasantries.

"You're the one they call The Phantom," Sevika said, her voice steady despite the rapid thumping of her heart.

The assassin offered a small, enigmatic smile. "And you're Sevika. The dogged agent with a vendetta."

Sevika's hand tightened around her gun. "You're under arrest for the murder of twelve civilians and the attempted murder of Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom's smile grew. "Attempted murder? How disappointing. I guess my reputation precedes me, but not quite accurately."

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "You think this is a joke?"

The Phantom's smile never wavered. "I don't joke about my work, Agent."

Her voice was smooth, almost soothing, which made Sevika's grip on her gun tighten even more. The rain was coming down harder now, painting streaks of red across the assassin's cheeks where the light hit the crimson paint that marked her. Sevika knew she had to act fast—this was her chance to bring The Phantom to justice, to end the reign of fear that had gripped the city.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" Sevika said, her voice a mix of anger and admiration. "But you're just another killer."

The Phantom cocked her head to the side, the rain matting her hair to her skull. "Is that what you believe?"

Sevika stepped forward, the water pooling around her boots. "It's not what I believe—it's what you are."

The Phantom's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "You're wrong, Agent. I am justice, in a city where the only law is survival of the fittest."

Sevika took another step closer, her eyes never leaving the assassin's. "Justice is not a knife in the back or a bullet in the brain. It's served in a courtroom, not a dark alley."

The Phantom chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the alley. "You think you understand the world, don't you, Agent? You're so naive, so...beautifully naive."

Her hand shot out faster than Sevika could react, grabbing the agent's wrist and twisting it upward, forcing Sevika to drop her gun. It clattered to the ground, the sound lost in the symphony of rain and distant sirens. The Phantom stepped closer, her breath warm against Sevika's cheek, their bodies mere inches apart.

"You're not the first to underestimate me," she whispered, her eyes locked with Sevika's. The assassin's touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender. "But you might just be the last."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, and with a quick twist, she broke free from the grip. She lunged for her gun, but the Phantom was already on her, their bodies a whirl of motion in the dim light. Rainwater sprayed up as they grappled, the sound of wet fabric tearing and the smell of ozone from the nearby factories filling the air.

The Phantom's hand was like steel as she caught Sevika's wrist again. But this time, instead of pain, there was a gentle pat on the cheek, so condescending that it was almost affectionate. It was a gesture that spoke volumes of the assassin's confidence—and her contempt for the law that Sevika represented.

"You're a cute one," The Phantom said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. "But you're not ready to dance with the big girls yet."

The assassin's hand left Sevika's cheek and she took a step back, her movements as fluid as the rain that continued to fall around them. Sevika's eyes never left her as she bent to retrieve her gun, the water making the grip slick in her hand. She raised it, her finger on the trigger, ready to end this encounter once and for all.

But The Phantom was already gone. Vanished into the night as if she'd never been there at all. Sevika spun around, scanning the alley with a feral intensity, her heart hammering in her chest. The only evidence of the encounter was the crumpled cigarette butt, a puddle of rainwater, and a faint scent of something sweet and metallic that lingered in the air.

The rain pattered against the side of the buildings, the sound a mocking applause for the Phantom's escape. Sevika's hand hovered over her cheek where she'd been patted, the condescension of the gesture still stinging. It was unlike any encounter she'd ever had, leaving her both infuriated and intrigued. Who was this woman, this ghostly killer who played with her prey before she struck?

With a growl of frustration, Sevika bent down and picked up her gun, wiping the rain from its gleaming surface. The sirens grew louder, a symphony of chaos drawing nearer. She knew she had to leave before her backup arrived—before the scene was contaminated by the inevitable onslaught of flashing lights and shouting officers. The Phantom had bested her this time, but it wouldn't be the last.

As she straightened up, her hand brushed against something in her pocket—something that hadn't been there before. Sevika pulled it out, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was a scrap of paper, folded neatly and almost dry despite the downpour. The Phantom had left a parting gift.

Unfolding it with trembling hands, she revealed a handwritten riddle. The ink was a deep crimson, matching the color of the roses that accompanied the assassin's grisly work. The words danced before her eyes, a taunting puzzle that spoke of a challenge unspoken. It read: "I am the one who brings the dawn, yet I am feared by all. Who am I?"

Sevika stared at the riddle, the rain running down her cheeks like tears. The sirens grew louder, painting the alleyway in a strobing blue and red as the first responders approached. But she couldn't tear her gaze away from the paper, the words burning into her mind. It was a game now, and she was a pawn—or perhaps a knight, sent to check the elusive queen.

The Phantom had left a trail of breadcrumbs, a dance of cat and mouse played out in crimson ink on a scrap of discarded newspaper. Sevika knew she had to follow, had to solve this puzzle before the killer struck again. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the meaning behind the words. "The one who brings the dawn, yet is feared by all." It was a twisted riddle, a reflection of the dark heart that beat within the assassin's chest.

Her eyes scanned the surrounding buildings, looking for any clue, any hint of where the Phantom might have fled to. The alley was a maze of shadows and rain, each corner hiding a potential ambush. The sirens grew louder, the lights from the approaching patrol cars piercing the gloom. Sevika knew she had to move fast, to stay one step ahead of her quarry.

Her hand closed around the cold steel of her gun, the comforting weight of it grounding her as she took off at a sprint. The rain stung her eyes, blurring her vision, but she didn't need to see to know where she was going. The Phantom's scent was in the air—a faint trace of metal and something floral that seemed out of place amidst the industrial stench of the city. It was a scent that would lead her to the truth, if she could only follow it.

The alley opened up into a wider street, the neon signs casting a garish glow on the puddles that reflected the chaotic dance of the rain. Sevika's boots splashed through the water, sending waves crashing against the cracked asphalt. The riddle in her pocket felt like a burning ember, a constant reminder of the challenge laid before her.

Her instincts led her to a nondescript door, tucked away between two dilapidated buildings. It was the kind of place that blended into the background unless you knew what you were looking for—or unless you were being led there. She hesitated, the sirens wailing in the distance a stark contrast to the sudden quiet of the moment. But then she saw it—a crimson rose, almost invisible against the darkened brick, its petals sodden with rainwater. It was the Phantom's calling card, a macabre breadcrumb in a city of shadows.

Without a second thought, Sevika pushed the door open, the hinges screeching a protest. The room beyond was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of cheap alcohol and desperation. A few pairs of eyes flicked to her, the dancers on the makeshift stage pausing mid-move, but they quickly lost interest, returning to their rhythmic seduction of the patrons. Sevika scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There, in a corner booth, sat the reader—or rather, the Phantom. She was leaning in, a coy smile playing on her lips, her eyes locked on a woman with a tray of drinks.

The woman was young, her eyes weary but her smile forced. The Phantom's hand rested gently on her wrist, a gesture that was at once comforting and controlling. The dancer's movements grew more sluggish as she leaned closer, whispering something that made the woman's eyes widen in shock. Sevika's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the crimson glint in the assassin's gaze—it was the same look she'd had in the alley. The same look that had promised death and delivered only a taunt.

Sevika approached the table, the sound of her boots on the sticky floor a stark contrast to the music's seductive rhythm. The Phantom looked up, her smile never faltering as she took in the agent's rain-soaked figure. The dancer took the opportunity to slip away, her relief palpable as she disappeared into the shadows.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Agent," the Phantom purred, her voice a velvet whisper in the noisy room.

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "I've seen enough for one night," she said, her voice cold and hard.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, her smile still in place. "Ah, so you've come to play detective. How charmingly predictable."

Sevika ignored the jab and focused on the woman in front of her. "What's your game?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the din of the bar.

The Phantom's smile grew. "A dance of fate, perhaps?" She gestured to the empty chair. "Care to join me?"

Sevika remained standing, her eyes scanning the room. The dancers had resumed their performance, their movements sensual and desperate, each one telling a story of survival in the underbelly of Zaun. The patrons watched with a mix of lust and apathy, their eyes glazed over by the haze of intoxicants and despair. The rain continued to fall outside, its rhythm a mournful serenade to the lives lost and forgotten in the city's endless cycle of pain.

Suddenly, a young prostitute with a body that had seen more than its fair share of hardship sauntered over to their table. Her eyes were heavy with makeup, her smile forced, but there was a spark of something genuine in them—a hope that maybe, just maybe, this encounter would be different from all the others. She slid into the reader's lap, her hands roaming over the leather of the assassin's outfit with a practiced ease.

The Phantom's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Sevika's reaction, the agent's jaw tightening as she took in the scene. The woman's hands grew bolder, her fingertips tracing the line of the reader's jaw, her breath hot against the cool metal of the mask. Sevika couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance—this was no place for a display of affection, especially not with someone as dangerous as the Phantom.

The prostitute's movements grew more overt, her hips rolling with a practiced seductiveness that spoke of a life spent in the shadows of desire. The Phantom's hands slid under the hem of the dancer's skirt, her fingers toying with the soft flesh of her thighs. Sevika's nostrils flared, the smell of sweat and desperation thick in the air. She didn't need this distraction, didn't need to see the way the assassin's hands moved with the same deft grace that had nearly disarmed her in the alley.

The dancer leaned in closer, her painted lips brushing against the Phantom's mask, leaving a smudge of red on the gleaming surface. The Phantom's smile widened, and she whispered something that made the young woman giggle, a sound that was as out of place as a bird's song in the cacophony of the bar. Sevika's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. This was a game within a game—a dance of power and control that she hadn't been prepared for.

The Phantom turned to Sevika, her chrome eyes gleaming with mischief. "You seem tense," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the air. "Why don't you come over here and join us? Maybe she can help you relax."

The prostitute looked up at Sevika, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The Phantom leaned in closer, whispering something in the dancer's ear that made her giggle. The sound was a stark contrast to the tension that coiled around them like a serpent. Sevika felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing despite the chill of the rainwater that still clung to her skin.

Before she could respond, the reader's hand snaked out and caught the prostitute's wrist, pulling her closer. "Why don't you come over here and make yourself useful?" the Phantom said, her voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air.

The dancer's eyes widened in surprise, then a cunning smile spread across her face as she slid off the reader's lap and onto Sevika's, her hands running up the agent's chest. The Phantom's gaze never left Sevika's as she whispered in the prostitute's ear, the words too low for anyone else to hear. The dancer's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye, and she began to move her body in time with the music, her hands roaming Sevika's shoulders and neck.

Sevika felt the heat of the Phantom's thighs against hers, the warmth of the dancer's breath on her neck as she leaned in closer. She clenched her jaw, her eyes locked with the assassin's, a silent challenge in her gaze. But the Phantom just laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. It was a sound that held no mirth, only the promise of something darker, something that Sevika couldn't quite put her finger on.

The prostitute, seemingly unfazed by the tension, began to unbutton Sevika's shirt with practiced ease, her nimble fingers slipping the fabric aside to reveal the dampened skin beneath. Sevika's hand shot up to stop her, her eyes never leaving the Phantom's. "What are you doing?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

The Phantom's laugh was a quiet, private thing, the kind that spoke of secrets shared between old friends. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sevika's ear. "Why don't you let her?" she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "It might do you some good to loosen up."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, the pulse in her throat racing. She knew this was a test, a game of wills played out in the most intimate of arenas. But she couldn't let the Phantom think she was unshakeable. With a growl, she grabbed the dancer by the waist and yanked her onto her lap, the chair groaning in protest. The prostitute giggled, wrapping her arms around Sevika's neck, her body grinding against hers in a display that was more taunt than temptation.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold with an amused smile. "Much better," she murmured, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the nightclub. Her eyes never left Sevika's, the challenge in them unmistakable. The dancer's hands slid down the agent's body, her fingertips tracing the contours of Sevika's breasts, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Sevika's teeth clench.

A drunk man stumbled over, his eyes glazed with lust and liquor. He lurched toward the Phantom, his hands reaching out to grab her. The reader's eyes narrowed, her grip on Sevika tightening as she prepared to intervene, but the Phantom was already in motion. With a swift, almost graceful move, she grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it, sending him sprawling to the floor with a pained yelp. The patrons barely took notice, too lost in their own miseries to care about the brief display of violence.

The prostitute who had been eyeing the reader earlier approached, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice a mix of relief and admiration. "That man, he's always causing trouble here."

The reader nodded curtly, not breaking eye contact with Sevika. The dancer took the opportunity to cuddle up closer to the reader, her arms looping around the assassin's neck. "You're a real hero," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of alcohol. The Phantom's hand slid down the dancer's back, her thumb idly tracing circles on the small of her back.

Sevika felt the heat of the dancer's body against hers, the smoothness of her skin, and the rapid beating of her heart. It was a distraction she didn't need, but somehow couldn't resist. Her hand, still clutching the chair's armrest, began to tremble. The Phantom noticed, her smile widening slightly.

"You know, Agent," she said, her voice a seductive drawl, "you're much more interesting than I thought."

The prostitute had slid off Sevika's lap and was now curled up against the Phantom, her head resting on the reader's shoulder. The Phantom's hand gently stroked her hair, a gesture that seemed almost maternal in the harsh neon glow of the bar. The dancer's eyes were closed, a look of peaceful contentment on her face as she leaned into the touch. It was a stark contrast to the desperation that had been etched into her features just moments before.

Sevika watched the scene unfold, her mind racing. The Phantom was playing another game, one that she didn't understand. But she knew she had to stay focused—there was something about the assassin that was too dangerous to ignore. The Phantom's eyes met hers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was as if she could see the tumult of emotions and thoughts raging behind the agent's stoic facade.

With a sudden burst of strength fueled by frustration and a desperate need for control, Sevika pushed the prostitute aside and grabbed the Phantom by the arm, pulling her out of the booth. The dancer stumbled, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, but she was forgotten as Sevika dragged the reader through the crowded bar. The Phantom didn't resist, her smile never faltering as she allowed herself to be led away.

The room was a blur of neon lights and shadowy figures as they moved through the throng of people. The music grew distant, the voices of the patrons muffled by the pounding of Sevika's heart in her ears. She didn't stop until they reached a back hallway, the air thick with the smell of mold and decay. With a shove, she pushed the reader into a small, dingy room, slamming the door behind them.

The Phantom stumbled, catching herself against the wall with a low chuckle. She straightened up, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she faced Sevika. "Finally," she murmured, "you're showing some spirit."

Sevika's breath was ragged, her eyes flashing with anger and something else—desire, perhaps. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice low and husky.

The Phantom stepped closer, the click of her heels echoing in the small room. She leaned in, her mask almost touching Sevika's face. "What do you think I want?" she whispered, the challenge in her voice unmistakable.

Sevika's hand shot out, her grip like iron as she pushed the Phantom against the wall. "I don't have time for your games," she snarled, her eyes flashing. "You're a killer, and I'm here to bring you in."

The Phantom's smile grew, the crimson paint on her cheeks standing out starkly in the grimy light. "Ah, but what's the fun in that?" she murmured, her breath hot and sweet. "Where's the thrill in capturing a creature that wants to be caught?"

With a flourish of her hand, the reader leaned back against the wall, her arms spread wide in mock surrender. "What are you going to do to me, Agent?" she asked, her voice a siren's call in the dank room. "Arrest me? Or perhaps something more... personal?"

Sevika's grip on the Phantom's wrist tightened, her knuckles white with the effort. "You're under arrest," she ground out, trying to ignore the racing of her heart. "For twelve counts of murder, and attempted murder on Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom chuckled, a sound that was both mesmerizing and maddening. "Déjà vu, darling?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "How quaint. You think you can pin those crimes on me so easily?"

SEVIKA X fem READER

Warning: slight smut , confort for sevika , power of play

In the stark silence of the early morning, the digital clock on the nightstand flickered 3:14 AM. The room was a chilly tomb, the only sound the distant hum of the city above. Sevika stirred beneath the heavy blankets, a shiver running down her spine.

"Where the hell is he?" she murmured into the dark, her hand reaching out to the cold, empty space beside her. The panic began to rise in her chest like a trapped bird, flapping its wings against the bars of her ribcage. The bed was still warm from his body, but he was gone.

Her eyes searched the room, darting from corner to corner, but only shadows danced in the moonlit gloom. Then she felt it—a gentle pressure on her shoulder, a soft caress that sent a spark of warmth through her body. Through the hoodie's small eye-hole, she spied a pair of arms, tightly wound around her waist, a hand resting on her chest. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Her gaze traveled down to the hand, and she noticed it was cupping her breast, thumb idly circling her nipple. A smile played on her lips despite the nip of anxiety that hadn't fully left her. The reader was here, right beside her, curled up in a way that made her look like a koala clinging to a tree. Only, instead of a tree, it was Sevika's body giving him warmth and comfort. She reached up and gently poked his fingers, and his eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

"You scared me," she whispered, still breathless from the mix of fear and arousal.

The reader chuckled lowly, her voice a warm rumble against Sevika's skin. "Couldn't sleep," she murmured, her eyes still half-lidded with sleep. "I just wanted to hold you closer, keep you warm."

Sevika's heart melted a little at the admission. She leaned into the embrace, her breathing evening out as the panic receded. The reader's touch was soothing, familiar, and incredibly arousing. She felt a blush creep up her neck as the thumb on her nipple continued to make lazy circles. "I've told you before," she said with a smirk, "you don't need to sneak up on me like that. I might have had a heart attack."

The reader's hand paused, and she could feel the tension in her body spike again. "I didn't mean to scare you," she said, the smile in her voice unmistakable. "But if you don't mind..." Her grip tightened slightly, giving Sevika's breast a gentle squeeze, "I kind of liked the idea of you waking up with me like this."

Sevika's breath hitched, and she felt the heat between her legs grow. "Well, you've definitely got my attention," she whispered, a playful lilt to her voice. She couldn't help but lean into the touch, her body responding instinctively. The reader's hand began to move again, her thumb and forefinger playing with the sensitive flesh, rolling her nipple gently. Sevika bit back a moan, arching her back slightly to give the reader better access.

Through the small eye-hole in the hoodie, she watched the reader's expression, the way her eyes darkened with desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had this kind of power over someone so strong, so capable. The reader's other hand began to trace patterns on Sevika's stomach, the warmth of her palm sending shivers through her core. Sevika's hand found its way to the reader's wrist, guiding her lower, until her fingers grazed the waistband of her sweatpants.

With a sudden jolt of boldness, Sevika sat up, yanking the hoodie off her head. The cold air hit her like a slap, but she barely noticed as she took in the sight before her. The reader was indeed naked underneath, her skin ghostly pale in the moonlight, her breasts full and firm, her stomach flat and toned. The sight made Sevika's mouth water, and she couldn't help the growl that rumbled in her chest.

"How did I not feel these?" she asked, her voice thick with lust as she cupped the reader's breasts in both her hands. They were heavier than she had imagined, and she felt the reader's heart racing under her palms. "They're like...rock hard."

The reader chuckled again, a sound that was both cute and incredibly sexy. "They get that way when you're around." Her hand slid down to the juncture of Sevika's thighs, teasing the fabric of her sweatpants. "But enough about me," she whispered, her breath hot against Sevika's ear. "How about we warm each other up?"

Without waiting for a reply, the reader's hand slid inside Sevika's pants, her fingers finding their way to the wetness that had already gathered there. Sevika gasped as the reader's long, agile digits began to stroke her clit, the pressure just right, the rhythm steady. It was like she knew exactly what Sevika needed, and she couldn't help the way her body responded, hips moving in time with the reader's touch.

"Fuck, yes," Sevika breathed, her eyes closing as pleasure began to coil in her belly. "But I want...more." The words came out as a whine, a desperate plea. The reader's grin was wicked, and she knew exactly what Sevika was asking for. With a wiggle of her own hips, she straddled Sevika's waist, her own sweatpants sliding down her legs.

"Beg for it," the reader whispered, her hand never leaving its sweet torment. Sevika's eyes snapped open, a fierce hunger in her gaze. She didn't usually beg, but right now, she would do anything for that release.

"Please," she managed to say, her voice hoarse with need. "Choke me out with your thighs." It was a strange request, one they had talked about in the throes of passion before but never tried. The reader's eyes lit up, a thrill of excitement dancing across her features.

Without a word, the reader positioned herself above Sevika's face, her thighs parting to either side of her neck. Sevika could feel the heat of her pussy just inches away, and the scent of arousal filled the air. She licked her lips, anticipation building as the reader's thighs began to close around her neck. The pressure was firm but not painful, a delicious kind of suffocation that made her head swim.

Sevika reached up, her hands grabbing the reader's hips for leverage. The reader's breath was ragged now, her eyes never leaving Sevika's as she tightened her grip. Sevika's eyes watered a little, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took a deep breath and buried her face in the warm, wet folds of the reader's sex, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness that awaited her.

The reader groaned, her thighs squeezing even tighter around Sevika's neck as she felt the first touch of her tongue. Sevika didn't hold back, licking and sucking with a fervor that left the reader gasping for air. She could feel the reader's muscles clenching around her neck, the pressure building, but she didn't stop. The taste of her was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal driving her wild.

The reader's hands found their way into Sevika's hair, gripping tightly as she rode her face. Sevika's world narrowed to the pulsing heat between the reader's legs, the scent of her sex, the sweet taste of her juices. She could feel her own desire building, a pressure that demanded release.

With a final, guttural cry, the reader's body convulsed, her thighs tightening around Sevika's neck until she could barely breathe. The pressure was intense, the feeling of being trapped exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Sevika's own climax washed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that left her trembling and panting.

As the reader's orgasm subsided, she released her grip slightly, allowing Sevika to pull back and take a much-needed gulp of air. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and a smug smile played on her lips. "Good girl," she murmured, stroking Sevika's cheek with the back of her hand.

Sevika whimpered, her eyes pleading as she tried to wiggle back down to the reader's wetness. Her own need was still burning, demanding to be satiated. "More," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need to taste you more."

The reader's smile was wicked, a knowing glint in her eye as she pulled away, her legs sliding off Sevika's neck. "Not yet," she said, her voice still thick with arousal. "First, I want to feel your strength." Sevika watched, bewildered, as the reader turned onto her back, her legs spread wide, inviting.

Sevika didn't need further prompting. She straddled the reader's waist, her own wetness making her slide easily along the reader's abs. The reader's eyes locked onto hers as she brought her arm up, placing it around the reader's neck. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

The reader's eyes gleamed with a challenge. "Choke me," she said simply, her voice a seductive purr. "But don't hold back."

Sevika's eyes widened, a thrill of excitement shooting through her. This was new territory, something they hadn't tried before. But she was eager to please, eager to explore this new facet of their relationship. She brought her other arm up, placing it around the reader's neck as well, the muscles in her biceps flexing. The reader's pulse throbbed against her forearm, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her own racing heart.

Sevika leaned down, pressing her forearms into the reader's throat, feeling the soft flesh give way slightly beneath the pressure. The reader's eyes never left hers, a silent communication of trust and desire passing between them. Sevika felt a rush of power, a heady mix of dominance and submission that made her wetter with every passing second.

Her grip tightened, the reader's pulse fluttering against her arms like a caged butterfly. The reader's breathing grew shallower, and she could see the veins in her neck bulging with the strain. Sevika's own arousal was building, her clit throbbing in time with the reader's pulse. She couldn't help but rub herself against the reader's pelvis, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

The reader's eyes grew darker, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, giving Sevika the go-ahead. With a deep breath, Sevika pushed down harder with her biceps, cutting off the reader's airway. The reader's eyes widened, but she didn't panic, didn't fight back. Instead, she brought her hands up to Sevika's wrists, not to push her away, but to hold her in place, to urge her on.

Sevika felt a rush of power, a sense of control that she hadn't experienced before. She increased the pressure slightly, watching as the reader's face began to redden, her eyes glazed over with need. The reader's hands tightened around her wrists, and she could feel the throb of the reader's pulse growing stronger, more insistent.

The reader's legs wrapped around Sevika's waist, pulling her closer, urging her to apply more pressure. Sevika leaned down, her teeth grazing the reader's earlobe as she whispered, "Is this what you want?" The reader nodded, her breathing now little more than desperate gasps.

With a growl, Sevika released her grip on the reader's neck and brought her hand to her own throat, demonstrating the intensity she was about to give. The reader's eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded again, her chest rising and falling with excitement. Sevika's biceps tightened around the reader's throat, the muscles standing out in stark relief. The reader's eyes rolled back in her head, a soft moan escaping her lips as the air grew thinner.

Sevika felt a strange thrill at the sight, a mix of power and concern. She watched the reader's face closely, making sure she wasn't in real distress, her own breathing shallow as she waited for the signal to stop. The reader's cheeks flushed a dark red, and she reached up to trace a finger along Sevika's forearm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The touch was gentle, a silent plea for more.

Sevika swallowed hard, her arousal spiking as she tightened her biceps around the reader's throat. The reader's eyes rolled back in her head, and a gasping sound escaped her lips. The pressure was intense, a dance on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain, but Sevika knew the reader could handle it. She had seen the way she craved the intensity, the way she thrived on the edge.

Her hand hovered over the reader's pussy, fingers itching to delve into the wetness that beckoned her. But she didn't move, didn't make contact. Instead, she watched the reader's face, studied the subtle cues of her body language, the way her hips bucked slightly against her. It was a silent communication, a shared understanding that no words could convey.

Then it came—the signal. The reader's hand flew to her own throat, mimicking the grip that Sevika had on her neck, but this time she squeezed, the tips of her fingers pressing into her skin. Sevika's eyes narrowed, understanding dawning. The reader didn't want her to stop; she wanted more.

With a smirk, Sevika released her hold, watching as the reader gasped for air, her chest heaving with the sudden rush of oxygen. "So greedy," she murmured, a hint of mockery in her voice. She didn't move from her position, her arms still wrapped around the reader's neck, her legs still straddling her waist.

The reader's eyes snapped open, a flash of something akin to irritation crossing her features before she let out a whine. "Not fair," she protested, her voice hoarse. "You stopped."

Sevika couldn't help but laugh, the sound low and throaty. "What, big baby can't handle a little rough play?" She teased, her grip on the reader's throat loosening as she playfully poked her in the ribs. The reader squirmed under her touch, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Fine," she said with a dramatic sigh, "I'll give you what you want." With surprising agility, Sevika rolled off the bed, her legs hitting the cold floor with a slap. The reader watched her, the irritation in her eyes morphing into curiosity. Sevika stood up, the chilly air hitting her naked body and making her nipples harden into tight peaks. She strode over to the reader, who was now sitting up, her own breathing still ragged from the rush of adrenaline.

Grabbing the reader's wrists, she pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. "Now," she said with a smirk, "who's the big baby?" The reader's eyes flashed with excitement, and she leaned back, letting Sevika take control. Sevika's hands moved to the reader's throat again, but this time she didn't choke her. Instead, she guided her down until the reader was lying on the floor, her back to the carpet.

The reader's body was a canvas of desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared up at Sevika with a mix of anticipation and defiance. Sevika stepped over her, straddling her neck, her pussy hovering just above the reader's face. "You want more?" she taunted, her voice a sultry whisper. "Then earn it."

With a growl of need, the reader reached up, her hands wrapping around Sevika's thighs as she tried to pry them apart. Sevika's muscles tensed, resisting the reader's urgent grip. "Patience," she chuckled, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the forehead. "You'll get what you want when I say so."

The reader's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and arousal. She knew better than to push Sevika when she was in this mood, but the desire to be dominated was burning through her like a wildfire. Sevika took a step back, allowing the reader to kneel before her, her eyes never leaving hers as she spread her legs wider. "Beg," she whispered, her voice a seductive command.

The reader swallowed hard, her eyes watering as she nodded. "Please, Sevika," she whispered, her voice a hoarse plea. "I need you. Let me taste you, let me feel you." Sevika's smile grew, the power exchange sending a thrill through her veins. She leaned down, her hand reaching out to caress the reader's cheek.

"Good girl," she murmured, the affection in her voice clear. With surprising gentleness, she guided the reader's head to her inner thigh, pressing her cheek against her warm skin. The reader's breath was hot against her, her nose nuzzling closer to the apex of Sevika's legs. Sevika's own arousal grew, her clit pulsing with anticipation.

The reader's hands wrapped around Sevika's thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she begged for more. Sevika's eyes closed, savoring the sensation of the reader's breath against her skin, the desperation in her voice. It was intoxicating, the feeling of being needed, of being desired so fervently.

With a sigh, Sevika lowered herself, the reader's nose now nestled in the soft, wet warmth of her pussy. She could feel the reader's breath hitch, her body trembling with restraint. "Good," she murmured, stroking the reader's hair. "That's what I want."

The reader's hands tightened around Sevika's thighs, her forehead pressing against her sex as she begged, "Please, let me make you come." Sevika's chest tightened, the sound of her desperation sending a shiver of pleasure through her. She leaned back slightly, giving the reader more access, and felt the warmth of her breath against her clit.

For a moment, she was tempted to give in, to let the reader consume her with her mouth. But then she remembered the thrill of the chokehold, the delicious power she had felt when the reader had been at her mercy. She decided to return the favor, to give her a taste of what it was like to be denied. "No," she said firmly, her voice low and commanding. "Not yet."

The reader whined in frustration, her eyes pleading. Sevika felt a surge of satisfaction at the sound, enjoying the control she had over her lover. "Look at me," she ordered, her voice dropping to a whisper. The reader complied, her eyes locking onto Sevika's as she hovered above her. "I want to see the desperation in your eyes when I finally let you taste me."

Sevika took another step back, her legs still trembling with need. She watched as the reader's gaze followed her, hungry and desperate. With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned for the reader to stand. The reader complied, her movements jerky and uncoordinated with need. Sevika stepped closer, her breath hot on the reader's neck as she whispered, "You want this?"

The reader nodded, her eyes glazed over with desire. Sevika reached down and grabbed her chin, tilting her head back to meet her gaze. "Then come get it," she said, her voice a low purr. The reader didn't need any more encouragement. She lunged forward, her mouth finding Sevika's clit with a fervor that made Sevika gasp.

Sevika's legs trembled as the reader's tongue worked her over, licking and sucking with an intensity that was almost painful. She leaned back against the bed, her hands bracing herself as she felt the orgasm building within her. "Harder," she gritted out, her hips rocking slightly against the reader's face. The reader's teeth grazed her clit, and Sevika's legs began to shake uncontrollably.

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, she felt something change. The reader's tongue slowed, the pressure lightened, and she pulled away slightly. "What are you doing?" Sevika growled, her voice thick with lust. The reader's eyes gleamed with mischief as she sat back on her heels, her chin glistening with Sevika's juices.

"I thought you wanted to play," she teased, her voice a low purr. Before Sevika could respond, the reader leaned in and gave her clit one final, hard suck, making her jolt and whine. Then she sat back, her hands resting on her thighs, watching as Sevika's legs trembled, her body on the cusp of release.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, her desire warring with the sudden frustration. But she knew the game, knew the thrill of being denied only made the eventual release all the more satisfying. She took a deep breath and leaned down, her hands grabbing the reader's arms and pulling her to her feet. "You want to play hard to get?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

The reader grinned up at her, her own arousal clear in the way she stood, chest heaving. "Always," she murmured, her eyes glinting with excitement. Sevika's smirk grew as she pushed the reader down onto the bed, her hands planting firmly on the mattress on either side of her head. "Fine," she said, "you want it like that?"

Without waiting for an answer, she swung her leg over the reader's face, her pussy coming down to cover her nose and mouth. The reader's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest, her hands moving to grip the back of Sevika's thighs. Sevika leaned forward, her weight pressing down, the fabric of her sweatpants a thin barrier between them.

"You want it that badly?" Sevika taunted, her voice low and seductive. "You'll have to work for it." She began to rock her hips slightly, the pressure increasing, the reader's muffled sounds of protest vibrating against her. The reader squirmed beneath her, trying to push her hips up to get closer, but Sevika held firm, her thighs squeezing tighter around the reader's head.

Sevika felt a thrill of power as she watched the reader's eyes widen, the pressure on her face increasing as she struggled for breath. She leaned down, her mouth just above the reader's ear. "Beg for it," she murmured, her breath hot and tickling. "Beg for me to let you come."

The reader's muffled moan was all the encouragement Sevika needed. She began to move in earnest, her hips grinding down into the reader's face, the fabric of her sweatpants growing damp with the reader's saliva. She could feel the reader's tongue probing at the seam, desperately seeking entry, but she held firm, enjoying the way her lover's body writhed beneath her.

As the reader's struggles grew more frantic, Sevika leaned in closer, her voice a whispered promise. "If you want it, you're going to have to make me feel good," she said, her words punctuated by the rhythmic pressure of her thighs. The reader nodded frantically, her hands reaching up to pull at Sevika's waist, trying to urge her closer.

Sevika took the hint, her own need building as she felt the reader's desperation. She squeezed her thighs tighter, trapping the reader's face against her sex, the fabric of her sweatpants growing soaked with the reader's saliva. The reader's muffled sounds grew louder, more insistent, and Sevika could feel her own orgasm building.

The reader's hands slid up her body, gripping her hips and trying to pull her closer, her nails digging into Sevika's skin. The pain was a delicious contrast to the pleasure building inside her, and Sevika couldn't help but groan as the reader's tongue finally found its way under the fabric. The warm wetness of her mouth sent jolts of pleasure through Sevika's body, making her toes curl and her back arch.

Sevika x vi x oc

(Smutt)

Her hand brushed against the hilt of her sword, a reassuring presence at her side. She had been tracking the bounty for weeks, and she wasn't about to let her prize slip away now. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent pattern of unspoken threats and hidden intentions. Her eyes narrowed as they fell upon a figure in the corner, hood drawn low, a mug of ale in their grip. It was Vi, her rival in more ways than one. They had crossed paths before, but never under such personal circumstances.

The reader sat at the bar, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that had just entered the tavern. Sevika took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasting meat and the faint smell of rain that clung to the reader's clothes. She had never felt such a strong attraction to a mark before, and it was unsettling. Vi looked up, their gaze meeting hers across the crowded room. A smirk played at the corner of their mouth, and Sevika knew she had been caught. But she didn't care. The reader was here, and she wasn't leaving without them.

Vi pushed back their hood, revealing a mess of dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. They raised their mug in a silent toast before downing the last of their drink and standing up with a fluid grace that seemed to belie their heavy armor. The air thickened as they approached the bar, their steps echoing through the tavern. The reader turned to look, and for a moment, their eyes met Sevika's. A spark of curiosity, perhaps a hint of attraction, flickered in those depths. Sevika's heart raced.

"Sevika," Vi drawled, their voice low and filled with amusement. "I didn't expect to find you here, chasing the same tail as me."

Sevika's jaw clenched, but she didn't break eye contact with the reader. "This isn't about the bounty," she said through gritted teeth.

Vi chuckled, leaning against the bar. "Oh, I know what this is about," they said, their eyes glinting with mischief. "It's about the one who gets to take the pretty little thing home first."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, but she kept her cool. "The reader is not a prize to be won," she said firmly.

Vi raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" They leaned closer, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Then what is it you want from them?"

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't take the bait. "That's none of your concern

."

Vi's smirk grew wider. "Isn't it? After all, I did find them first."

The reader, feeling the tension between the two, turned to face them fully, curiosity turning to wariness. "What's going on here?"

Sevika stepped forward, her hand still resting on her sword. "This doesn't concern you," she said, her voice firm.

Vi, however, didn't back down. They sauntered closer, their gaze locked on the reader. "Oh, but it does," they said, their eyes glinting with challenge. "You see, we've both got our sights set on you."

The reader's eyes widened, and their heart began to pound in their chest. They hadn't anticipated being the object of a rivalry between two such formidable figures. "Why?" they managed to ask, their voice quivering slightly.

Sevika stepped in front of Vi, placing herself protectively between them and the reader. "Because you're special," she said, her voice softer now. "And I won't let anyone hurt you."

Vi rolled their eyes. "Spare me the heroics," they said. "You want them just as much as I do."

The reader looked from one to the other, their mind racing. "What do you want from me?"

Sevika's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword. "To keep you safe," she said, her eyes never leaving Vi's.

Vi leaned in, their breath warm against the reader's ear. "To make you mine," they murmured, their voice a seductive whisper.

The reader felt a shiver run down their spine, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. They had never been in a situation like this before, and they weren't sure how to navigate the tension that crackled like lightning between Sevika and Vi. They held Vi's gaze, the mercenary's dark eyes searching their own, looking for something, anything to give them an advantage in this strange standoff

.

Taking a deep breath, the reader spoke up, their voice surprisingly steady. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," they began, the words tumbling from their lips before they could think better of it. "Both of you are...attractive, in your own ways." They swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. "I'll spend the night with you both, as a group."

Sevika's eyes widened in shock, her hand reflexively tightening on her sword. "What?" she hissed, glaring at Vi.

Vi's smirk grew even more wicked. "Ah, so the little mouse does have some claws," they said, their gaze never leaving the reader. "I accept your offer, but only if we all play by the same rules."

The reader nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the prospect of the evening ahead. They had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was certainly one they hadn't seen coming. "Deal," they said, holding out their hand to shake.

Sevika stared at the outstretched hand, her mind racing. Group? With Vi? The idea was ludicrous, but the alternative was to lose the reader to her rival. With a growl of frustration, she took the reader's hand in a firm grip. "Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "but if you think you can handle this, you're in for a surprise."

Vi's eyes gleamed with triumph, and they took the reader's other hand. "Agreed," they said, their grip surprisingly gentle. "But remember, no holding back."

Sevika felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched the exchange, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building inside her. She had never been one to share, but the thought of the reader in their arms, with Vi's touch added to the mix, was strangely...arousing.

.

Time skip to the reader's home, where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from the crackling fireplace. Vi, now shirtless, was already halfway out of their armor, revealing a chiseled torso adorned with a smattering of scars that whispered tales of battles long past. They moved with an ease that was almost predatory, their eyes never leaving the reader's as they undid their laces with practiced hands.

Sevika, on the other hand, was much slower in her movements. Each piece of gear was removed with a deliberate precision, as if she were disarming herself not just physically, but mentally preparing for the uncharted territory of sharing the reader with Vi. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the warmth of the room or the unspoken challenge in Vi's gaze, it was hard to tell.

Finally, she stood before them in just her leather pants and a loose shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. With a huff, she grabbed the reader's hand and pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a move that was part possessive, part defiant, and Vi felt a spark of something unexpected in their chest. Jealousy? Desire? They couldn't quite place it, but it certainly wasn't anger.

The reader's hands found their way around Sevika's waist, pulling her closer. Sevika felt their body respond in kind, and she reveled in the feeling of being wanted, being desired. When she pulled back, her eyes locked onto Vi's, watching for any sign of defeat. But what she saw only fueled the fire inside her more

.

Vi's gaze was intense, their eyes dark with a blend of surprise and something else - something that looked suspiciously like a challenge. They stepped closer, their hand reaching up to trace the line of the reader's jaw. "Is that all you've got?" they murmured, their voice a seductive purr.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, and she took the bait. Her hands found the reader's face, guiding them into another kiss, this one more urgent, more demanding. Her tongue danced with theirs, exploring and claiming, as if trying to leave an indelible mark. She felt the reader's body melt into hers, their response unmistakable. It was intoxicating, and she reveled in the power she had over them.

But she didn't miss the flicker of something in Vi's eyes. Was it irritation? Desire? Whatever it was, it spurred her on, and she deepened the kiss further, her hands roaming down to the reader's hips. She could feel the heat radiating from Vi's body, almost as if they were a part of this intimate embrace. The tension in the room had shifted, the air now charged with a different kind of energy.

Vi's hand slid down the reader's back, resting possessively on their hip, their thumb brushing against the fabric of Sevika's shirt. It was a silent declaration of their own claim, a reminder that they weren't going to be outdone. Sevika's breath hitched, the heat from Vi's touch sending a shockwave through her body. She hadn't planned on this, hadn't anticipated the way her body would respond to the mercenary's touch.

"You know," Vi began, their voice a velvet purr, "you could do much better than this overeager pup." They leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings into the reader's ear, their breath hot against their neck. "I could give you the world," they murmured, their hand sliding around to caress the reader's stomach, eliciting a gasp.

Sevika watched the display with a mix of annoyance and arousal. Vi's touch was deft and confident, leaving no doubt about their intentions. But she couldn't let them have all the fun, not when she had her own plans. She stepped closer, her own hand tracing the reader's waist, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just above their hipbone. The reader's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations.

"Is that all you've got, Vi?" Sevika's voice was filled with mock concern. "Such sweet talk and gentle caresses? Perhaps you've gone soft."

Vi's smirk grew, their hand never leaving the reader's body. "I'm just getting started," they murmured, their eyes flicking up to meet Sevika's. "But I see you're eager to show off your...skills."

With a growl of challenge, Sevika reached down and shoved her hand into the reader's pants. The reader gasped at the sudden intrusion, their body stiffening before relaxing into the new sensation. Sevika felt a thrill at the contact, her own desire spiking. She had never been one to hold back, and she wasn't about to start now, not with Vi watching, not with the reader's eyes wide and dark with desire.

Her hand moved with confidence, seeking out the reader's most sensitive spots. She felt them quiver under her touch, their breath hitching in their throat. The heat of their skin was a stark contrast to the cool fabric of their clothes, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was the one causing this reaction. Vi's eyes followed her hand, their own breathing becoming more ragged as they watched the intimate scene unfold before them.

Sevika knew she had the upper hand now. With a wicked smile, she yanked the reader away from Vi and pushed them down onto the bed, face first. The reader's gasp was muffled by the pillows, and Sevika felt a surge of power as she took control. Her hand hovered over the reader's upturned bottom, the anticipation of the coming impact making her palm tingle. She had never been one for games, but this...this was something she could get used to.

With a swift motion, she brought her hand down, the sound of the slap echoing through the quiet room. The reader's body jerked, and Sevika felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had never been the type to indulge in such intimate power plays, but the way the reader's body responded to her touch was intoxicating. She did it again, and again, each smack a little harder than the last. The reader's moans grew louder, the sound music to her ears.

Vi's eyes had widened at the sudden shift in dynamics, but they didn't miss a beat. They stepped closer, their hand reaching out to caress the reader's cheek, turning their face towards them. "Is she bullying you?" they asked, their voice a low, soothing rumble.

The reader looked up, their eyes glazed with passion and confusion. "No," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Vi didn't miss a beat, leaning down to claim their lips in a gentle, yet possessive kiss. They lifted the reader's upper body off the bed, cradling them against their chest. Sevika, caught off guard, had to tighten her grip on the reader's ass to keep them from falling back down. The reader's legs dangled in the air, their toes brushing the bed in an awkward, yet strangely erotic dance of submission.

With Vi's arms around the reader's waist, the reader's face was buried in their neck, their moans muffled by the mercenary's skin. Vi's hands began to wander, their fingers tracing patterns on the reader's back, as they whispered sweet nothings in their ear. "Shh," they cooed, "don't let her hurt you like that."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop her ministrations. Instead, she smacked the reader's ass even harder, feeling a perverse pleasure at the way their body jerked in Vi's embrace. The reader's moans grew louder, their hips bucking slightly, and Sevika knew she had them right where she wanted them.

But Vi wasn't done playing games. Their hand slid up the reader's back, tangling in their hair. With surprising gentleness, they turned the reader's face back towards Sevika, their thumb tracing the line of their jaw. "Look at her," they whispered, their voice a seductive purr. "Look at the way she wants you."

The reader's eyes snapped open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. They whined, their cheeks flushed, feeling the weight of Vi's body pressing against them. Vi's touch was a stark contrast to the stinging pain from Sevika's hand, and they couldn't decide which they liked more. The conflict between the two sensations was driving them wild, their body thrumming with need.

Vi chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down the reader's spine. They reached out and gently scratched the reader's head, their nails digging into the soft hair in a way that was both soothing and possessive. "Don't worry, love," they murmured, their breath hot against the reader's ear. "We're going to make this night unforgettable."

The reader's whines grew louder as Sevika's hand continued to rain down on their ass, each smack sending waves of pleasure and pain through their body. They couldn't help but push back into Vi's touch, their face buried in the crook of the mercenary's neck as they moaned and writhed. Vi's hand slid up, their fingers tracing the line of the reader's jaw before ghosting over their cheek to rest on the side of their neck. The gentle touch was a stark contrast to the firm grip they had on the reader's waist, and it was driving them crazy.

"Look at her," Vi murmured, their breath tickling the reader's ear. "Look at the way she's losing control."

The reader's eyes fluttered open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. Her hand was poised in the air, ready to deliver another smack, but she paused, watching as Vi's fingers danced through their hair, the mercenary's eyes hooded with desire. The reader's own breath was coming in ragged gasps, their face flushed and their body trembling with need. They felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but the safety net of Vi's arms around them only made the sensation more exhilarating.

Vi's hand moved from their hair to the back of the reader's neck, their thumb tracing the tender skin beneath their ear. "You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," they murmured, their voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through the reader's very bones.

The reader's whines grew louder, their hips bucking against the mattress as they sought relief from the delicious torment Sevika was inflicting. They could feel the mercenary's erection pressing into their side, and it only served to drive them wilder. Vi's grip tightened, their nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a silent reminder of who was in control here, who was calling the shots in this deliciously twisted dance of desire.

Sevika watched the display, her own breathing growing more ragged. Jealousy, raw and unbridled, coursed through her veins. She hadn't anticipated this level of intimacy with Vi, hadn't expected to feel such a visceral reaction to their touch on the reader's body. With a snarl, she yanked the reader's hair, pulling their face to hers. "You want to play games, Vi?" she growled, her eyes flashing with challenge. "Let's see how much you really want them."

The reader's eyes widened, their body taut as they were pulled into a fiery kiss. Sevika's teeth grazed their lower lip, a silent declaration of dominance. Her other hand moved to the reader's throat, her thumb resting gently against their pulse point. "Mine," she murmured, the word a possessive promise that sent a shiver through the reader's body.

Vi's eyes flashed, but instead of retreating, they leaned in closer, their body pressing against the reader's from behind. "Is that so?" they whispered against the reader's neck, their breath hot and teasing. "Then let's see if you can keep up with us both."

The reader felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through them, their body responding to the dual threat and promise of both Sevika and Vi. They squirmed in Vi's arms, their hips grinding against the mercenary's thigh. Sevika's hand tightened in their hair, her grip almost painful as she deepened the kiss, her tongue plundering their mouth. The reader's hands reached up to cling to Sevika's shoulders, their nails digging in as they moaned into the kiss.

Sevika's eyes were like storm clouds, her gaze never leaving the reader's as she whispered harshly, "You think you can handle us both?" The challenge in her voice was clear, the jealousy burning hot. "You think you can take everything we're going to give you?"

The reader's heart raced, the heady mix of fear and excitement making their knees feel weak. They nodded, not trusting their voice to speak, and buried their face in Sevika's shoulder, feeling the tension coiling in her muscles. It was a strange form of rebellion, a silent declaration that they weren't just a pawn in their game. The scent of leather and sweat mingled with Sevika's natural aroma, intoxicating them in a way they hadn't expected. They reached a trembling hand back to find Vi's, their fingers curling around the mercenary's strong, calloused ones.

Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, but they didn't pull away. Instead, they squeezed the reader's hand, a silent message of understanding passing between them. They could feel the reader's pulse hammering against their palm, a rhythm that matched their own racing heart. "Looks like we've got ourselves a fighter," they murmured, their voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Sevika's grip on the reader's hair loosened slightly, but she didn't release them entirely. Her eyes searched the reader's face, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all she saw was a fiery determination that mirrored her own. "Is that right?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to take us both

on?"

The reader nodded, their breath coming in shallow gasps. They hadn't anticipated the intensity of the situation, but they were too far gone to back out now. They reached their hand back, blindly seeking Vi's, and when their fingers brushed against the mercenary's palm, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck them.

Please help me , I've forgot what my favorite bakugou x oc or reader I dont remember) fanfic story was, so if you happen to know what it is or if the author deleted it thx. It's on wattpad

Details:

First intro page had pictures goddess with wings for the oc and a demon with fading blackness with horns

The story start off with them already knowing each other

She is forced to pretend she’s dating Bakugos in the first chapter bc his brother comes down to help but is also making her marry a stranger to make her family happy so she pretends she loves Bakugos , he’s in on it too

I’m one chapter she sat on his lap just to prove it

Her broth becomes the sub statue teacher

The broth is the one that told Bakugos the ox is his soulmate

The demon first appears in the book naked and everything med confused as fuck

She wrote this long note how she hated them

In a chapter she writes a really long letter bc she was in therapy about how her family treated her badly it was so well written almost like a poet , she broke down reading it teloporta away away

The demon went searching she eventually came back through the hole in the wall

In therapy the therapist is concerned with bakugous aggressiveness she calls balugou and he calls all sweet and worrying

-family of angles with god like quirk

Oc can see soulmates and the girls ask for theirs but she won’t say

-she was only supposed to be able to heal, but she got the men's quick too fight

-brothers soulmate is a demon that has been with there family for a while

-she flirts with the demon in a chapter

She gets flustered by the demon because he is so well built

The quirvk

She has multiple

All women in her family get healing powers but ox got both

The first time you were

-teleport

She hurts tokyama in the us hero’s competition on accident ,no one belived her his quirk somohiw disappears, she goes to see him and puts her hand on him but it flowed and healed him , she runs to class and tells everyone

-in like the first chapter her brother tells her her mother's dead already

The guest teacher is her brother

In the first chapter the demon teleports into the classroom naked

-pretends to be with bakugou to dhow her brother she's dodnt have to go on a blind date

She sits on his lap in the first couple chapters to convince her brother she’s dating him

The demon pulled bskugou out of class and said that he is her soulmate

-her father was really abusive and in one chapter she had a nightmare but her quirk brought all of class 1a into it but everyone in 1 could see the dream were they saw her nightmare of her in a church getting assaulted

When she was little

In the morning they confront her and she’s hella nonchalant

-has wings

-Soulmate is bakugou

She hates all her family especially the brother cause he also hit her

-has a lot of chapters more than 100

- one chapter the demon teleports in on her and bakugou having sex

- in a chapter she faught her brother in training and she went all out and it didn’t end well bc somone gets hurt

She had daddy issues and she’s really confused by it in one chapter bc she hates her dad so bakugou explains it to her