#and I also know a few of you wanted a renata fic so ❤❤❤

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Pair up Drabbles 💌

For anon 💕!

Female / mid-twenties / sub into danger play and mommy dom / Any League of Legends or Arcane female character

I am SO happy you mentioned any Arcane or League character because while there are a few arcane characters I believe would be an excellent match for you, theres someone else who is perfect in League 👀❤

I diagnose you with…

Renata Glasc

"And this is the best Silco can do? You ?"

You watched the woman pick at the metallic claws of her right hand with annoyance, the silver scraping like nails on a chalkboard.

"I'll have you know I'm the one in charge of every business venture Silco takes part of," you replied drily; she didn't even blink.

You scoffed at her lack of reaction, perusing your lips haughtily: "If you want to do business with him, you do it through me."

The woman's fuchsia finally eyes bore into yours, and you felt your knees wobble slightly. Cold, calculating, and wholly in control were words you could use to describe them. But there was something more, something predatorial, something that shouldn't be in the gaze of someone tainted by shimmer.

The women lacked any fear.

You straightened your back, standing as high as you could. 

"I didn't mean to insult you. You simply look… a little young to know the ins and outs of dealing. But if Silco trusts you, then I will as well."

She rose up elegantly like she wanted you to see how massive her build was compared to yours, the glowing muscles of the robotic arm shifting darkly under her prosthesis. You swallowed with difficulty when she stood in front of you and held out her hand, feeling dwarfed by even the width of her palm. But Silco had trusted you for this deal; you wouldn't let him down. She wasn't the first chembaron you had dealt with, and she wouldn't be the last; you would make this deal no matter what.

You took her hand firmly and shook it, the metal of her palm cold against your fingers. You couldn't see it behind her mask, but you heard the smirk in her voice when she spoke again: "I feel we may have started on the wrong foot, so let's try again. I'm Renata Glasc, owner of Glasc Industries, at your service for the right price. And you are ?"

You looked straight into her eyes, refusing to let the primal instinct to run from her overtake you: "Someone who's about to leave if you don't cut the shit. I'm not here for a talk, I'm here for a deal."

You let go of her hand dismissively, a rush of pride flooding you at the expression of surprise on her face. Maybe she wasn't as intimidating as you thought her to be, you thought arrogantly. But it was quickly gone and she now looked merely bemused by your attempt to take control, as if you were a child throwing a tantrum.

"Talking is what makes a deal, sweetheart. That's how we build trust with each other. For example," she began, voice syrupy, her neon gaze focusing behind you with annoyance. "I don't peculiarly enjoy the men that are with you. Make them leave."

You glanced to the bodyguards Silco had lent you, your only true protection was something to go awry, unease seeping back into you.

"Why ?"

"As a show of good faith. Why would you need guards for a nice talk between two budding allies ?"

You looked back at the two men, who barely shrugged in answer. Renata watched you like a hawk, like she delighted in your hesitation.

"Go downstairs. I'll meet you up later," you finally said as firmly as you could, feeling regret the moment they left you alone with the chembaronness.

"Good girl," Renata purred, and the two words ignited something inside you that definitely should not come about during a deal with one of the most dangerous people in Zaun. She had gotten closer without you noticing, and the sharp scent of her perfume made you slightly dizzy. "Now, what is it old Silco wants ?"

"We know your boats don't get inspected by the enforcers," you mumbled, feeling her face too close to your own. Her eyes shone darkly, and you instinctively moved back, only for your back to bump against the wall.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied calmly. "And what about it ? You want my help? How much will you offer me ?"

Your throat felt impossibly dry as you let out the next words. Back when Silco had said them, it had felt like a good number, like an excellent idea. Now that you were standing in front of the woman, it felt like a very unfunny joke: "Twenty percent."

For a moment, she stayed silent, and you wondered if she would let you come out of the room alive. Then, she laughed, the sound echoing cold and harsh in her office.

"Are you sure you're not lost, little girl ?"

A cold hand reached for your neck and you immediately tensed, the metallic claws caressing the skin in a semblance of tenderness. "This isn't a game. You're playing with the big boys here. And you're testing mama's patience."

One of her fingers scraped the pulse on your neck and you trembled, wondering if she had pierced the skin.

"A partnership is about equality. 50/50, leave or take."

"Fifty-" you choked out indignantly before promptly shutting your mouth. You felt her hand still tight on your neck, the veins pumping blood so easily crushed under her grip, your body still trapped by the wall behind you. "Fine. We have an agreement."

You moved your head hoping she would release you so you could run out of there and never come back, but she didn't. If anything, the pressure of her fingers tightened, and you felt panic rise in your chest. You had to get out.

"Not quite yet I'm afraid, sweet girl," she whispered against your ear, and you felt her warm breath tickle your skin through the filters of her mask. "I have another request before we make a deal."

You felt a bead of sweat run down your forehead as you looked away to find something, anything to help you escape. When had she gotten you so far away from the door?

"I can't go any higher than-"

"I don't want more money," she interrupted drily. "I want you."

You felt your eyes widen in fear, and suddenly, you were thrashing around, trying to get out of her iron fist, both hands desperately clawing at her arm to make her let go. She didn't even flinch. A metal nail traced your jugular without hesitation, and you froze in horror as you felt a thin trickle of blood run down your chest.

"Don't struggle now, little girl. I can promise your boys won't get back up here in time to save you."

You were going to die. You were going to die for a stupid business deal with your windpipe crushed under this woman's grip, your cheeks red and your panties wet with desperate excitement.

"Silco is gonna know if you kill me," you croaked hopelessly.

"Kill you? Sweetheart, I don't want to kill you…" she cooed. "I want to taste you."

At that, her free hand left her side to rest against your navel, her fingers toying with the hem of your pants before sliding under them and into your underwear. You yelped at the touch of her digits against your pussy, her human skin so much warmer than her robotic one. Her eyes glowed in satisfaction.

"Very responsive… I wonder if Silco has made a habit of using you."

Slowly, she pushed a finger inside you, experiencedly stroking your walls without any hesitation, and you whined, overwhelmed.

"Don't talk about him like that," you spat out weakly as her fingers pumped in and out of you.

"Protective, aren't you? Perhaps you even have a little crush on the big boss ?"

Neither of you missed the way you clenched as she said that, and a second finger joined the first to move almost punishingly. You moaned, holding onto her arm for support, your thoughts muddled as she kept pushing in.

"Or maybe you just enjoy being around people with power… your body is even worse at lying than you are."

You cried out as her thumb brushed against your swollen clit, and suddenly, her hand was out of you, back at her side like nothing had happened.

"Wait-" you exhaled, hips embarrassingly moving against nothing.

"'Wait'? Wait for what ?" she said, voice dripping with irony. Her other hand let go of your neck and you coughed in surprise, breathing in the air you hadn't realized you needed. "This was nothing more than an illustration of what a partnership with me looks like. I can't let you cum until you've signed off on the bargain, that would be… bad business."

She sat back on her chair nonchalantly, flicking a speck of wetness of her finger as you felt your cheeks darken, your legs weakly holding up. "So," she said, back to casually picking at her nails, "do we have a deal ?"