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malulurivers · 1 year ago

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I don't know if you do crossovers, but if you do, how would viktor react to a spider-person S/O? Spidersonas have been blowing up again since across the spiderverse so it made me curious

when it comes to spiderverse i absolutely do, anon! i've seen some fantastic art of jayce and viktor in the style of spiderverse, i think i reblogged it somewhere, so to say 'i love this idea' and 'i've had a little think about it already' would be two big understatements!

i'll try to keep it succinct though XD

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How Viktor would react to having a spider-person SO

honestly, the word 'fascinated' could tldr this entire post

Viktor is quite a private person, who would absolutely treasure communication and trust in a relationship

so as the Spider of the Runeterran universe, as soon as you had made your relationship official, you knew you had to tell him of your secret identity sooner rather than later

you'd been surprised neither he nor Jayce had worked it out yet, being incredibly intelligent inventors and all

but you'd figured they'd be safer not knowing, so you'd tried to subtly keep it from them anyway, and directed the conversation away from your Spider-alter ego whenever they occasionally came up

so you had it planned out.

you were going to tell Viktor next time he was at home, when you got him in a break day, and it was going to be the just the two of you. somewhere private, somewhere safe.

you would explain everything gently. you'd reassure him that if he wasn't comfortable with being with you because of it, then you'd have no resentment towards him

there were plenty of good reasons to be wary after all

then one night you had a particularly long escapade

trying to uncover a deeply-rooted crime circle, you'd ended up rescuing a group of young people who had gotten in trouble with enforcers for frankly ridiculous reasons

you'd then had to outsmart and deal with said enforcers (who were undoubtedly the worst part) to escape, and they head nothing back in their chase

you'd decided to head to the lab instead of home for safety, as at least that wasn't as incriminating. also there was more spaces to hide

it was so late that it was morning, and even you expected that Viktor had gone home by now

but he had, in fact, not

so you'd entered the lab by climbing through the Jana-knows-what storey window, blood rushing with adrenaline, levering yourself down to the floor cleanly with a web

right beside Viktor's desk, where he was sat, eyes wide and frozen

it hurt to see his expression focused on you. he was hiding it well but there was fear in how he swallowed, in how he clenched his fist on the handle of his cane

it hurt until you remembered that 1. he did not know it was you, and 2. he had just witnessed you crawling on glass, spinning on webs and moving way too fast for a normal human

also 3. you bore a striking resemblance to the description given of a 'criminal' (as described by enforcers) that had recently been reported to be involved in the explosion of a factory in the Undercity

sure, you knew it had been for good: that you had apprehended your target, and there had been no casualties

but it dawned at you that Viktor remaining as calm as he did was inherently a miracle

"can I... help...? you...?"

his thoughts were rushing at 100mph compared to their normal 50, and you could see it in his searching stare, watching and waiting for you to move, speak, do anything

luckily, after a few seconds of stumbled words and a hasty removal of your mask, he was back down to earth, heaving a sigh and almost laughing in relief

"I cannot believe—I thought you were...!"

for a moment anyhow, before the reality sunk in further and you were bombarded with questions

"wait, you are the Spider? the masked vigilante?"

"where did you just come from? were you fighting someone?"

"are you alright? are you hurt? did anyone follow you?"

after some explanation and reassurance, he relaxes a lot

honestly he takes the news very well! despite the unplanned nature of its reveal

he's very pragmatic as a person and very loyal

despite the obvious exhaustion on his face, he perks up with intrigue as you tell him everything—how you got bitten, how you got hold of your current suit, how you chose your identity, what you've been keeping tabs on, who you've fought, what you've lost.

however, he is a scientist first and foremost after all, so even after the basics are out of the way, his curiosity is never going to be quite sated

so later on, he's asking more specifics

he's always very polite when requesting to see your abilities, very gentle and never overwhelming you. he wants to see all of them, if you'll allow him to

the webs, the wall-climbing, the increased agility and strength, the spider sense, no matter what it is, you always leave him amazed

and your abilities quickly become a source of inspiration for his own trajectories into science

he's particularly fascinated with the possibilities of your webs, regardless of whether they're organic or mechanical

he sees this as an opportunity to work with you and that makes him very happy indeed

on top of inspiring him scientifically, your passion for helping others reminds him what he's doing his work for, as well as how much he loves you

he adores your heart, your compassion, even if it worries him that you're putting yourself in harms way

this likely leads to him putting time aside for side projects, where he invents things to help you

he may be more of a pacifist, but he's surprisingly down with vigilante justice

he wants to help and protect people with his own technology, he'd be a hypocrite with his head in the sand if he believed that never fighting was truly an option

just as long as you're careful

because of this, he's not going to make you weapons. not that you would ever ask him to. that's not your style, and you'd much rather have the tools he creates to help you escape extra sticky situations

his main focus first and foremost is to help upgrade your suit, particularly providing more safety for your mask so you can breathe in the Undercity

however, whatever upgrade or mechanism it is as time goes on, he always lets you take the lead. you're the hero, not him, and he just wants to support you as best he can

for what it's worth, he'll talk positively of your secret identity to Jayce, hoping it'll get through to Mel

he would even defend you publicly if he was in the council room and the Spider came up

much to your chagrin, as you're worried for his safety just as much as he's worried about yours

when you move in together particularly, you're aware of the danger you're putting him in

you regularly frequent the Undercity and have dealings down there, so returning to live Topside by day has its innate dangers

especially when you're constantly avoiding villains and enforcers alike

but also your identity must stay a secret for his sake as well as yours

he'd be ruined if the fact that he's in a committed relationship with a a vigilante became known

unsurprisingly, Viktor overlooks this part

but as long as the two of you look out for each other, you're certain nothing can go wrong

overall Viktor is a caring and loyal partner, and this wouldn't change in the slightest if his S/O was a vigilante spider-person

he'd be incredibly supportive, though likely wouldn't be able to keep from getting a little excited over the capabilities of your powers. and from asking a ton of questions

you'd become a muse of sorts for him in some of his inventions, and a close partner in his technology in other ways

although, if you have access to the Spiderverse? poor man's going to start fizzing internally

the prospect of portals? already functioning across dimensions? universes?!

he's a reserved kind of person, but I don't think he'd be able to stop himself from trying to weasel his way into meeting someone who knew a lot about how it worked

aka, if you don't know how the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse's teleporting mechanics work, then he's going to try and talk to someone who does

with your permission of course

I think that Viktor would get along very well with Miguel...!

...until he very much doesn't.

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silcoitus · 2 years ago

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The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 20

Full TMSA masterlist

Previous Chapter: Chapter 19

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI

Chapter Tags: Silco x Fem!Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Ran, Chross, Finn, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjob, more Dom Silco vibes, pinv sex, unprotected sex

Chapter word count: 9.8k

Chapter Beta Readers: Thank you as always @purplefangirl42

Total word count: 112k

Chapter 20—Moral Support on AO3

Read Chapter 21 here!

A/N: *Chorus of trumpets wail triumphantly* *Loud voice over a megaphone* THEY HAD SEXXXXXXXX. LET'S GOOOOOO.

Also, I'm aiming to get the rest of the chapters out on a monthly basis in the hopes of finishing this fic this calendar year. These are gonna be pretty fucking long chapters, so we'll see if I can actually stick to that schedule. Fingers crossed!

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auroramoondrop · 1 year ago

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Im getting to requests for oneshots and things. But, I wanted you all to put asks in for headcanons and such.

So heres who I write for!

Main:

Ambessa

Grayson

Sevika

Ran

Will include:

Mel

Caitlyn

Jinx

Sky

Shoola

And any other female/Nonbinary character you can think of!

I dont write for men usually but If you ask I will consider it. (Last time I said I didn't mind I had a request that is very long lol)

Anyways hope you put in asks!

ALSO SORRY I KNOW PEOPLE HATE WHEN SOMEONE POSTS STUFF NOT STORY/HEADCANON/ ONESHOT OF THEIR FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN THE HASHTAG BUT PLEASE BARE WITH ME

Okay love yall!!!

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abitohoney · 1 year ago

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Flustered - PT3

PT1 || PT2 || PT3

Ran x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags (for entire fic): Teasing, Voyeurism, Light Dom/sub, Master/Pet, Light Bondage, Impact Play, Dom Ran, sub Reader, Blindfolds, Begging, Praise Kink, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Scratching, Ice Play, Vibrators, Orgasm Delay, Aftercare

Word Count: 6.6k

Summary: PT1: 3 times Ran definitely made you flustered And 1 time you made them flustered (you think)

PT2 and PT3: After losing a bet with Ran, their resulting “prize” leads to precisely the thing you’ve been dreading. But worse than that, it’s also precisely the thing you’ve been craving.

AN: Already on AO3, just finally getting it on here.

“You’re not going to make me wear that stupid costume again, are you?” you ask in a hushed tone as you follow Ran down the hallway of the same brothel they’d taken you to not more than a few weeks ago. However this time, it’s not business. Strictly pleasure. Ran’s pleasure. Although as much as you hate to admit it to even yourself, most likely your pleasure as well.

Ran steps through an open door and into one of the rooms. A different one than last time.

As you pass by Ran, side-eying them suspiciously, they shake their head ‘no’.

Even if you ignore the tiny smirk tugging at their black-painted lips, you still feel the nauseating unease at the possibility that the costume may have actually been the better option over whatever Ran has planned instead.

“Am I right to assume you have no intentions of explaining any of your plans?” you ask as they close the door and drop a bag- containing Janna knows what- onto a small table.

“Yep.”

Lovely.

You scan the small room, roaming aimlessly as you try to find something to focus on besides Ran as they rummage through their bag. There’s a large settee situated at the back wall- an ornately carved wooded frame covered by a smooth white seat that wraps over the armrests. You drag your fingers over the surface of it as you walk past it.

“White leather,” you scoff in disgust, “These Piltie pricks are so fucking fancy it makes me sick.” You hear Ran release a short, quiet laugh from behind you. Curious, you glance over your shoulder.

What was that saying you heard Topsiders always using? Curiosity killed the cat. Yeah. And you must be a cat, because your curiosity reveals at least part of Ran’s plan, and Janna is it going to kill you.

Ran stands in the middle of the room on a small footstool, threading a soft red rope through several hooks fastened to a large beam spanning the length of the room.

Before those mischievous dark eyes of theirs can catch you gaping, you quickly turn away.

Why did you agree to that damn arm wrestling bet? Hell, why did you agree to Ran’s prize of picking up where you two left off at the brothel? You could have simply said no. Demanded that they pick another reward. But everyone was watching you two. Ran would have surely made it known that you were reneging on the bet. And the boys would have never let you live it down. But really, you wish that was the only reason you agreed. Hell, you wished it was the main reason. But it wasn’t.

You wanted this.

Every fucking night since that fateful evening you’ve been having dreams, and not just while asleep. Daydreams too. Dreams about how that evening could have gone if that disgusting man hadn’t been there. If the two of you had been alone. And hell if those thoughts didn’t get you so fucking wet-

“Hey.”

Ran’s low voice from behind you startles you from your daze. With a jump and a small squeal, you turn to Ran. You’re met with the curl of dark lips, no doubt amused with how ridiculously jumpy you are.

What an asshat.

The eye not covered by their angled bangs twinkles with mirth.

An undeniably alluring asshat.

Ran nods toward the rope dangling from the ceiling and you reluctantly, but obediently, follow. You stand, noticeably stock still and rigid, with your back to the ropes. The lump returns to your throat yet again as you watch Ran bring a black blindfold into your view and carefully slip it over your head.

You’re plunged into darkness, and it’s almost instantaneous how every other sense is heightened as a result. You can smell Ran’s subtle, yet familiar perfume. Cloves and patchouli as always. You can hear Ran’s calm, steady breaths, as well as your starkly ragged and nervous breaths. And you can feel the cold metal of Ran’s fingers as they slide over your own before slipping something into your palm.

“Drop this if you want to stop,” Ran says quietly against your ear.

Their warm breath tickles your ear and you shiver despite how terribly warm you feel.

You experimentally squeeze the object in your hand– a soft, malleable ball of some kind. And it’s a damn good thing it’s so forgiving, because when you feel Ran’s lips brush against your ear when they speak again, you nearly crush it against your palm.

“Or say denial.”

Denial? Why the hell did they pick that word of all the possibilities?

There’s a long, silent, and very awkward pause before you realize Ran is waiting for you to confirm you understand their instructions.

After trying- albeit failing- to swallow the godforsaken lump in your throat so you can speak clearly, you instead nod several times, hoping that will be enough to appease Ran. You don’t need or want to give them any more fuel to tease you with. A soft hum comes from in front of you as metal fingertips languidly trail up your arm and across your collarbone.

Metal and flesh fingers deftly move to unbutton your blouse, gradually working down from the collar. The cool air that skims over your exposed skin as Ran slips the shirt off your shoulders is a welcome relief to your warm chest, but does nothing to calm your nerves. Not when you feel Ran’s flesh fingers ghost up and over your shoulder as they move behind you to unclasp your bra.

You allow it to fall to the floor at your feet, and your cheeks burn with the knowledge of your upper half being fully on display.

“Up,” Ran instructs with a tap against one of your arms.

Obediently, you raise your arms above your head, allowing Ran to wrap and secure your wrists to the rope suspended from the ceiling. They pull the rope tighter, adjusting until your arms are held high above your head, but still bent comfortably.

“Good?” they ask.

Define good.

Your body is on fire, yet covered in goosebumps. You’re excited, yet nervous as high hell. And you’re horny as fuck for your partner in crime, yet you dread acknowledging that fact. Is that good or bad?

Regardless of what the definition is, you do NOT want Ran to stop now, so you give them another nod.

Ran saunters back around to your front, this time ghosting metal fingers across the newly exposed skin of your breasts.

They slip their fingers beneath the waistband of your pants and slide them down, helping you step out of your shoes and pantlegs one foot at a time. You’d think a task like that would be easy enough to do on your own, but it’s not. Not when your legs are already aching with your growing arousal.

Then you feel those contrasting cool and warm digits slip beneath the band of your panties. And this time, Ran deliberately slips them down your legs unhurriedly. Even though you can’t see Ran, you just know they’re eyeing your obvious arousal, and the heat spreads from your cheeks straight down your neck.

You hear Ran toss your underwear aside, followed by shuffling of the bag they’d brought with.

Fuck, what else did they bring?

Ran’s fingers unexpectantly tap against the inside of your legs and you release another unseemly startled squeal.

Ran huffs a laugh before issuing the command, “Spread.”

Oh Janna, no!

Now your body really heats up. Clear from head to toe.

You hesitate. You fucking want to do this. But you also feel incredibly self-conscious, to be so vulnerable and on display for Ran like this. Again!

“Don’t be shy,” Ran teases from their crouched position before you.

“I’m not shy!” you croak, voice cracking from the goddamn lump still threatening to choke you.

Ran’s breathy laugh is quiet, but it’s more than loud enough for you to hear. If your face gets any hotter, you’re certain it will spontaneously combust.

“Fuck you, Ran,” you murmur, but your frustration at least gives you something else to focus on as you finally spread your legs. Something soft and smooth wraps around one of your ankles, then around the other after Ran spreads them further apart, so much so that your arms are pulled tighter above your head as your body lowers.

When you hear Ran rise to their feet and take a step back, you try to adjust your legs, finding your suspicions confirmed.

Your legs are being forced to stay apart by a spreader bar.

So evil!

Even though you can’t see Ran, you can feel their eyes roaming over your now completely naked body.

"So pretty," Ran says quietly and traces a cool, sharp finger along the side of your jaw and down beneath your chin.

The sound of soft footsteps moving to your right side catches your attention and you suck in an anxious breath.

"So soft."

That same finger drags down your neck, then across the swell of a breast.

Oh Janna, the praise. The sinful caresses. You wish those didn’t affect you the way they do. They make your legs weak and your head spin. They make you feel like you’d do anything Ran asked you to, just so you could have more.

Then you hear them move to the opposite side.

"So delicate."

Two fingers pinch and tease the hardening peak of the other breast.

You suck in another sharp breath.

Ran's finger trails down and along your waist as they move to stand behind you.

"So breakable," they whisper against your ear.

You nearly moan at that, but freeze when the word finally sinks in.

Breakable? What the hell are they talking about?

You no more than finish that thought when Ran suddenly backs away, and without warning- SMACK- you're hit with something right across your bare asscheek.

The squeal that leaves your mouth isn't the only awkward reaction you have. Your damn toes curl so hard you lift yourself up off the floor a good couple of inches.

"Fuck, Ran," you whine, and unfortunately that was supposed to be a lot more chastising, and a lot less pathetic.

"Metal or flesh?" Ran asks, once again teasingly bringing their mouth to your ear.

Mind reeling at the stinging sensation along your bottom, you don't quite grasp the question.

"What?" You choke out.

"Metal," Ran repeats as they brush cool metal digits across your tingling skin. "Or flesh?" They make the same motion, this time with their human hand.

Oh.

You think the press of cool metal against your prickling hot skin would be most soothing, but you also crave the intimate touch of their human hand. More afraid to confess that you want that intimacy, you whisper a shaky, "Metal."

Ran hums softly, almost tauntingly, but takes a step back again to run the smooth backs of several cold fingertips across your heated skin. It certainly is soothing. So much so that you can't contain the shaky breath that leaves your chest.

Something- or rather some things- drag teasingly over your shoulder and along your collarbone as Ran slowly stalks around your body. You realize, as the end of the soft, leather-like pieces fall and graze across your cleavage, that it must be the object they'd used to hit your backside. A flogger. And sure enough, just as you feel them remove it after dragging it over the opposite shoulder, another resounding SMACK fills the otherwise quiet room. Followed by another sharp yelp that pulls from your throat.

"Damnit, Ran!" Your complaint quickly devolves into a whimper as cool fingers smooth over the marks left on your other cheek. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you couldn't be any more grateful for the mask covering them. But the pain quickly subsides, replaced with a pleasant tingling sensation as Ran continues to use that blessed metal hand to caress your bottom.

Such sweet torture. Why is this so good?

Just as you start to relax again, you feel Ran's hand leave your body and they step away. Your entire body tenses in anticipation and the hand above your head holding the ball squeezes it in a death grip.

Even though you're prepared, or at least expecting it this time, the sharp smack of the flogger still rips an embarrassing cry from your pained throat. You don't need to see to know Ran is smirking triumphantly at your reactions as they watch you writhe and pull against your restraints.

This time, as Ran runs their cool digits across the curve of your ass, they bring their lips to your ear to taunt you. “You still going to deny it this time?”

“D-deny what?” you stammer. You’re pretty sure you know what Ran’s fishing for, but you hope- no, pray- that they will pity your feigned naivety and just leave you be. But you know Ran better than that. And at that moment, you realize why they'd chosen 'denial' as the safe word.

“You’re enjoying this,” they reply as they drag the tip of a finger down and dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. Your very spread and noticeably wet thighs.

You say nothing and attempt to close your legs, just to be thwarted by the damn spreader bar at your ankles. You know, that Ran knows, that you are definitely enjoying this. Yet, they refuse to let you get away with keeping quiet about it.

Warm breath tickles your other ear, making the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“I’ll stop.”

You’re not sure if Ran’s words are a threat or a promise, but what you do know is that you do NOT want Ran to stop. And when you feel them step away, their soothing hand disappearing with them, you finally break.

“No!” you blurt out, far louder and more desperate than you had intended. Lowering your voice to a breathy whine, you add, “Please don’t stop.”

“Why not?” Ran taunts, humming softly as they start to pace around your body again, dragging the long, leather falls of the flogger along your waist. It tickles your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, which only makes concentrating that much more difficult.

“Because I- I like it.” You quietly murmur.

“What was that?” Ran teases from behind you.

“I- I said- because…” your words trail off, your mind distracted by the sensation of the flogger gradually skimming up the inside of a thigh.

“...because I li-” You pause again as it’s merely an inch from your weeping cunt, and your mind just blanks, your breath held in anticipation. You squeeze your eyes shut behind the mask.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

And then- it’s gone.

“Ran, ple-” your cry of protest is cut short, transformed into a shrill yelp as the flogger hits the very bottom of an asscheek. Much harder this time.

“Answer me,” Ran says cooly. As if they hadn’t just smacked you hard enough to leave you seeing stars.

Ran’s demand barely gets through to your ears over your own sobs. Tears now fall freely from your eyes, soaking into the soft mask where it rests against your cheeks. You squeeze the ball in your hand and push up onto your curled toes as your skin throbs, heats, and prickles.

“I like what you’re doing,” you finally confess with a choked sob. And the reward makes it entirely worth it.

Ran hums in approval before running their hand over your tender flesh. Only this time it’s with their human hand, and it’s fucking divine. It may not be cold like their metal hand, but it’s so much more soft, smooth, and tender.

“Knew you were a masochist,” they quietly jeer, but you couldn’t care less as their hand continues to caress the curve of your ass. “Aren’t you?”

Before the question can fully register in your lust-laden brain, you feel the sharp press of several metal fingertips against your shoulder blade. And then they drag so ungodly slow down your spine, with just the right amount of pressure to dance along that line between pain and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes,” you groan and you let your head fall back in pure bliss. Those delightful fingers rake clear down to the top of your ass before finally lifting away. Your body visibly shudders as a wave of pleasure courses through your body like an aftershock.

Their hands trade places, the metal one soothing over your still-tingling asscheek, while the flesh one traces appreciatively over the marks the other just left behind.

“Pretty,” Ran hums in admiration.

Your body gradually relaxes under their ministrations. The soothing feeling of their stable breaths across your bare shoulder helps you settle your own breathing. Unfortunately, you relax a little too much, and realize it all too late as the ball slips from your hand and drops to the floor with a deafening thud.

Ran’s hands freeze, as does your breathing.

No. NO!

“Ran! Ran- I didn’t mean to drop it! Please don’t stop!” you blurt out. At this point, you don’t give a shit how desperate you sound. You are desperate. You’re so damn worked up you’d be willing to get yourself off right here in front of Ran if it meant you’d finally relieve the growing tension that’s taken over every fiber of your being since you first set foot in this room. Rather, since whatever the two of you have going on started months ago.

Ran’s airy laugh from behind you makes you jump.

Damn, you’re so high-strung.

“Ran, please!” you beg and turn your head towards them as you hear them walk around you.

Fuck, they’re going to stop.

“Calm down,” Ran teases as they slip the ball back into your other hand.

Calm down? CALM DOWN?!

Easy for them to say. They aren’t the one buck-ass naked, tied up with their legs spread. Nor are they the one being teased, tortured, and brought to the brink of insanity by their secret crush. Okay, maybe it’s not so much a secret anymore, but yeah- you're a bit panicked, and with damn good reason.

“Looks like you need to cool off,” Ran adds as they swipe a finger across your sweaty forehead.

As you listen to Ran's receding footsteps, you realize just how right they are. You can feel the fine sheen of sweat that covers your forehead and chest. And unfortunately, that's not the only wetness giving away just how excited you are. There's evidence coating the inside of your thighs as well.

Ran returns, and you hear the familiar clinking sound of ice hitting the side of a glass.

Oh, thank Janna, a drink!

You are beyond parched. Your lips part on instinct, tongue darting out to lick them. However, when Ran comes to stand mere inches from your body, it becomes pretty clear, pretty quickly, that they have other ideas.

A freezing, wet cube is suddenly pressed against your collarbone just below your shoulder, withdrawing a startled yelp, and you reflexively attempt to back away. Your restraints keep you in place, forcing you to endure the torture of Ran running the ice slowly across to your other shoulder. Droplets of cool water collect at the center of your collarbone before dripping down your chest and disappearing between your cleavage. Goosebumps immediately follow in its wake, but when you open your mouth to protest, Ran slips the remainder of the cube into your mouth. It melts almost instantly, but even that tiny bit of water sliding down your throat is a welcome sensation.

Ran trails a second cube over the swell of each breast, delighting in how your body jerks away on instinct. And when they swirl it around each hardening nipple, they release a quiet hum of appreciation while you squirm and bite back the wanton sounds that threaten to escape your mouth.

“Open,” Ran commands as they press the tiny piece against your lips.

You happily oblige, welcoming another teasing amount of cool water to quench your thirst, just the tiniest bit. The sound of ice shifting and hitting the glass reaches your ear, and you realize it’s coming from much lower now, closer to the floor. You fidget with the ball in your hand, wriggling against the rope in anticipation of what Ran will do next. Certain Ran can see far more than you ever expected to show them from their position at your spread feet, you shift nervously, You want desperately to close your legs and hide your obvious arousal. But it seems Ran is having none of that.

The sudden chill of another piece touches the inside of a calf and you suck in a sharp breath. Then quickly release it in a shaky whimper of Ran’s name as they start to trail further up your leg.

Oh fuck. Please Janna…

You’re honestly not even sure what you’re pleading for. All you know is that Ran has that freezing cube inching closer, and closer to your needy cunt. And you can feel it shrink smaller and smaller with every inch it glides further up your thighs. Unknowingly, you bite your bottom lip and hold your breath. Your entire body tenses and time stops as the tiny cube melts to nothing, leaving just Ran’s chilled fingertip at the very junction of your thighs.

Light flashes behind your eyes the moment Ran strokes the tip of their finger torturously slow through your wet folds. A pleasurable ache emanates from your core, pulsing through your lower half. Your knees buckle and your left hanging with all your weight on your bound wrists. But that’s the last thing on your mind as the sudden drop causes Ran’s finger to graze over your clit.

“Oh Fuck, Ran,” you keen and your head lulls back in ecstasy.

And then- just like that– that divine finger is gone.

“No!” you cry out, head jolting back upright. Your eyes fly open in your panic, but you’re still unable to see anything behind the damn blindfold. However, you can hear Ran’s light laugh as they drag their wet finger down your chest and between your cleavage, basically using your tits as a rag.

Evil, vile, sexy little devil!

Ran’s footsteps recede to someplace behind you, and once you regain your strength, you force yourself back onto your spread feet.

“You know-” you pause, realizing how fucking hoarse your voice is, and clear your throat.

Janna, you’re wound so fucking tight. Figuratively and literally. You can feel that coil-like sensation deep in your abdomen. The one you get just before you feel that sweet release. Which you are currently in desperate need of. And somehow Ran has gotten you there with far less touching than anyone else who has ever had the honor of doing so. Yourself included. It makes you wonder just how… experienced Ran is with this.

A noise behind you draws your attention back to Ran. They’re shuffling through their bag, looking for Janna knows what this time. Their next torture device, no doubt.

“You know, even though you won that stupid bet, that doesn’t give you a pass to torture me all fucking night,” you finally get out. Unfortunately, it’s far more broken and pathetic than you had hoped for. So of course it doesn’t phase Ran one bit. Not that anything ever does. They're always so damn calm, cool, and collected.

Ran approaches you again, standing behind you as they tap your hand- the one still tightly gripping the ball- and whisper into your ear, “I can stop.”

Not that again.

“You’re evil, you know that?” you grumble under your breath.

“You like it,” Ran teases.

You want to deny it, but at this point, how can you? As if your sweat-slick skin, labored breathing, and pathetic whimpers, whines, and pleading weren’t enough of an indication, the wetness between your legs is a dead giveaway.

You’re suddenly ripped from your thoughts when Ran removes your blindfold. Even though the lighting in the room is dim, it’s still a harsh adjustment after being in the dark for so long.

Just how long has it been?

Blinking several times, your eyes finally adjust. You turn your head to watch Ran slowly circle you. Their lips are pulled into a tiny amused smirk as they observe your expression. You start to question your earlier analogy of who is truly the cat in this situation. With the way Ran deliberately stalks around your vulnerable body, you can’t help but feel like a small defenseless mouse being toyed with by a powerful cat. They’ve got you trapped, weakened, and clearly at their mercy, yet they won’t attack. Not yet at least.

Something in Ran’s metal hand catches your eye and your attention drops to find them playfully twirling something in it. The combination of unique shape and material leaves no doubt in your mind what it is, and your breath catches in your throat.

A vibrator.

Your gaze darts back up to Ran’s just as they’re rounding your other side, making their way to your back again. Their impish smile grows at the sight of your worried expression.

“How long can you last?” Ran taunts from behind you. “Should we make another bet?”

Not trusting your own voice, you shake your head. Not that it matters. You likely don’t get a vote in this. Ran will make a game of it regardless of your answer. But you’re done with the denial. You’re going to gain just as much pleasure, if not more, as they are.

Another one of their airy laughs sends shivers down your spine, but that's quickly replaced with heat when they step close enough for the front of their body to brush against the back of yours. That heat suddenly pools between your slick-covered thighs when you think of what they're about to do.

"Let's find out," Ran whispers as they glide the tip of the vibrator across your bare abdomen before ever so slowly descending.

Your breath hitches as the tip reaches your clit. The moment it slides over, you take your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to bite back the weak mewl that threatens to escape. Your body shudders at the wave of pleasure.

Fuck, you could lose it before Ran even turns the damn thing on!

Your mind and body suddenly seem to lose communication when Ran's flesh hand snakes around and up your stomach to pinch a hardened nipple, all while the other hand presses the head of the vibrator through your wet folds. Your hips jerk forward and your back arches to press further into both points of blissful contact without your permission. Not that you care. Your body knows what you want.

Ran tugs on your nipple while dragging the toy back up and over your clit, sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

Your head falls back against Ran's shoulder. Without realizing it, your grip on the ball loosens, but thankfully it remains secure. You release your bottom lip, allowing a breathy moan to finally slip past.

The moment Ran turns the vibrator on, you immediately lose all control. All your restraint. All your inhibitions. The ball finally slips from your grasp, but neither you nor Ran takes notice. Or at least you don't. Perhaps they just take pity on you and continue anyway.

Your mind is gone entirely. Everything else in the room has disappeared. It's just you, Ran, their deliciously deft fingers rolling over your nipple, and that blissful toy vibrating against your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your head rolls to the side until your sweaty forehead presses against the cool skin of Ran's neck. Moans and mewls fall freely from your slack mouth as you feel that familiar pressure low in your belly grow stronger with each passing second.

Unbeknownst to you, you begin moaning Ran's name as you get closer to that lovely peak. The one you've been dying to reach since this whole thing started between you two months ago.

Ran turns their head, their lips brushing against the top of your forehead as they teasingly whisper, "Already?" When you're too lost in your own pleasure to reply, they add, "Maybe we should draw this out?"

Now that makes its way through your hazy mind, but only because you feel Ran start to slide the vibrator away from your aching clit.

Your eyes fly open in horror. "No! Ran, please!"

Janna, you couldn't possibly take this much longer. You've been waiting- wanting- needing for far too long. And you're so fucking close.

Ran's breath fans across your damp forehead when they release another breathy laugh through their nose. "Shh," they whisper, "I'll let you have your release."

Oh, thank Janna!

"-but you'll have to ask for it. Properly," Ran adds and you can fucking hear the fiendish smile in their voice.

So fucking evil!

"Ran, please!" You beg again. You helplessly pull your wrists against the rope restraints as you try to reposition your body to get the toy back where you need it. "Ran, I-"

Fuck, what the hell does Ran want you to say exactly? How can you even think when your mind is so clouded? When their fingers continue to twist, roll, and tug at your sensitive nipple. Or when the vibrator sits just on the edge of that sweet spot.

"I want to- I need to cum," you whimper and buck your hips toward the toy. "Please let me cum, Ran."

Those must have been the magic words, because not only does that earn you the returning stimulation direct against your clit, Ran also turns the intensity up a notch.

It's enough to finally, finally, push you over the edge that you've been teetering on for far too long. The pleasure that races through your body is maddeningly good. It leaves you seeing nothing more than a bright flash of white behind your tightly shut eyes. You bury your face into Ran's neck as much as you can. Your cry of ecstasy is nothing more than a near-silent scream as all the air in your lungs escaped moments before. But as you suck that oxygen back in, it comes as a pathetic, choked sob.

Ran- bless them for taking pity on your pathetic ass- helps you ride through your high, but ceases their ministrations the moment it ends. Once you fall back against their body, limp and dazed, they turn the vibrator off, but keep it pressed lightly against your throbbing clit. Their other hand slides down to wrap gently around your waist while you attempt to recover and catch your breath.

You’re not sure how long the two of you stand like that, with them gently holding you upright and your body limp against theirs, but when you start to come to and open your eyes, reality sinks in.

Ran just fucking got you off. Got you most of the way there without even laying a hand on you. At least not where you would normally need it. They got you to confess you like being flogged. And now you’re standing- albeit barely- in a brothel completely nude, legs spread, covered in sweat and- other bodily fluids, all while Ran is one-hundred-percent fully clothed, dry, and shame-free.

“What the fuck, Ran?” you breathe.

“Complaining?” Ran asks as they slide the vibrator through your folds before lifting it and holding it out for you to see. It’s absolutely coated in your release, just glistening in the dimly lit room.

Your cheeks grow hot again, but you don’t have the strength nor the case to claim you’re complaining about any of what just happened. Not when Ran is so proudly displaying the indisputable proof right in front of your face. But you’re also just too exhausted to play along in any aspect.

“I’m tired, Ran” you sigh and give your restraints a weak tug.

Ran might be a bit of a sadist, but not cruelly so. They know when to stop, so they set the vibrator aside before moving to your front side and crouching to remove the spreader bar.

You watch their dark gaze travel up the inside of your legs, your very wet legs. The heat in your cheeks intensifies when you catch how their lips tug upward at the sight. You quickly turn away and pretend to wipe your sweaty forehead against one of your raised arms.

Even though your legs are free, you can’t seem to muster the strength to pull them back together as Ran stands to untie your hands.

“Ran, I’m not sure I can stand-” You can’t get your confession out soon enough as the rope releases your hands and all your weight falls to your trembling legs. They give out and you gasp as you collapse forward.

Ran, thankfully, reacts quickly enough to slip their arms beneath yours and catch you. However, they’re unable to hold your weight for long and carefully bring you down to the floor with them. They sit cross-legged and help pull you sideways across their lap.

If you thought your predicament was embarrassing before, this was downright humiliating. You're so weak! You can’t even look at them in the eye right now. Instead, you stare at the contrast between their white skin and the soft fringe of their dark hair hanging along their cheek.

“Sorry,” you murmur, but to your surprise, rather than teasing you, you feel Ran gently stroke your hair and scalp with their metal fingers. You rest the side of your head against their shoulder and breath in deeply. The scent of their perfume leaves your head feeling cloudy, almost high, and eventually, your body relaxes further into theirs.

The two of you sit like that, in silence, for some time. Long enough for your embarrassment to mostly fade away. In all honesty, you’d expected something wild to happen tonight, but this part- the aftercare- hadn’t even occurred to you. And it was admittedly just as good.

Ran is the first to break the silence with a softly spoken, “On the seat,” as they slip an arm around your back and under one of your arms to help you up onto your feet.

With their help, you manage to stand and move- albeit wobbly- over to the white leather settee where they carefully lower you onto it, stomach down. You’re about to ask why you’re lying that way when you feel them ghost their fingertips across your asscheeks. The skin is still terribly sensitive, and judging by Ran’s devious little grin, you're still visibly marked.

You watch as they head back to their bag on the table near the door to grab several items. On their way back you spot them carrying a dry cloth- it’s use obvious- but they also have a small jar of some kind. You glance up at them and from this angle, you can see both of their dark eyes from beneath the angled curtain of hair covering the front of their face. To your surprise, there is something there besides their typical mild amusement. Something you haven’t seen before. Or at least you hadn’t noticed it. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it seems… soft.

Soft? Definitely not a word you ever thought you’d associate with Ran’s demeanor. Soft skin, soft hair, soft lips– sure, but soft feelings? No way.

Ran taps the side of your hip and you scoot over, giving them enough room to sit at the edge of the seat beside you. Using the folded towel, they gently wipe away the sweat from your forehead, neck, and back before folding it in the other direction and wiping up the inside of your thighs. They set that aside and open the small jar. It quickly becomes apparent what it’s for when they scoop out a small amount of salve with their flesh fingers.

They take one of your hands into their own and inspect your wrist, gently running a thumb over the marks. The skin is raw, but not from Ran’s inability to properly bind your hands, because they certainly were comfortable in the beginning. It was your own doing, your squirming and writhing that rubbed them raw. And you hadn’t even realized it, hadn’t felt any pain. You were too caught up in all the other wonderful sensations.

Ran carefully applies the soothing lotion to each of your wrists. But the act itself isn’t even what’s most moving. It’s the gentleness, the care that they put into it.

Why does that make your heart flutter?

You try to avoid eye contact with them, suddenly feeling oddly giddy and instead focus on their hands as they work.

Once they're done, they scoot further down the seat towards your legs, and it dawns on you what’s next.

Oh, here we go.

You quickly turn your head away from them and towards the back of the settee, not trusting your ability to keep a straight face as they start carefully rubbing the healing balm over your sore bottom. And oh Janna does it feel fucking good. You release a long, relieved sigh as they gently work the cool salve into your heated skin.

“Good?” they ask when they finish.

Fucking great.

“Mhm,” you murmur dreamily.

Ran gives your ass a playful little pat before wiping the excess balm onto the towel from earlier and heading back to the table again.

You turn your head to watch Ran through heavy-lidded eyes, and now you’re feeling incredibly soft as you see them carry back the glass of ice water from earlier. You turn onto your side and prop your head up on a hand. When they kneel before you to help you drink, you don’t bother to try to hide how your lips pull into a dopey smile.

Ran holds the glass to your lips, wearing their own soft smirk as they watch you chug down the entirety of the refreshing drink.

“Thank you,” you say softly and your eyes drift back down to stare at Ran’s lips. They look incredibly soft.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask without thinking.

Shit. SHITSHITSHIT!

You mentally slap yourself. What the hell is wrong with you?

Ran laughs, but it’s that damn breezy laugh they always do, just through their nose, and you’re just now realizing that you never truly hated it. Even when they were teasing you. You fucking love it! And that realization is not helping your situation whatsoever.

“You didn’t ask last time,” Ran teases.

What?

Oh.

Oh yeah. That.

That time in the alley, when you two were running from the Enforcers, and you decided to grab Ran and kiss them. Yeah. Of course you didn’t ask, but still…

“Sorry about that. I was just kidding anyway,” you reply sheepishly, but unfortunately not convincingly.

Next thing you know, Ran’s metal hand is pressed firmly against the back of your head and you’re pulled closer until your lips meet theirs.

The kiss is brief, but it’s just as electric as last time. On instinct, you close your eyes and moan softly as the side of their nose brushes along yours. Soft definitely applies to them in this context. Their nose, their lips, but also the way their mouth presses so gently to yours. It’s not ravenous, or wild, or lust-fueled. It’s just… sweet. Yet another word you never thought you’d add to your inner ‘Ran dictionary’.

When Ran pulls back, a tender smile on both your faces, they turn the tables right back around and say exactly what you would expect them to say.

“Same time next week?”

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abitohoney-fics · 1 year ago

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I think there was enough of you interested in a side blog just for me to reblog my fics from, that way you won't get alerts from all the other stuff on my main if you aren't interested.

So for those of you who voted yes, feel free to start following this blog. I'm going to set up a queue to reblog existing fics (1 per day) until I get through the backlog. Then will reblog each time I post a new one on my main.

For those of you who voted for me not to change anything, you won't see a difference. I'll still be posting my fics on my main first, as well as all my other usual goodies.

Thanks for voting!

-Honey

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archangeldyke-all · 6 months ago

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Need reader being spitroasted by ran n sev pleasseeeee😵‍💫

HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE

oooooh also this is the fifth ran ask! what emoji should we pick for the masterlist key? any suggestions?

men and minors dni

you come home to a suspiciously quiet house.

usually, when you're the last one of the three of you to come home, you walk through the front door to sevika and ran wrestling, or arguing, or making out. but they're always making some kind of noise.

you would be worried if you weren't fucking exhausted. you've had a terrible week at work, and the only thing that's kept you going is the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning with your lovers wrapped around you.

you kick your shoes off, drop your bag, and shuffle to the bedroom, ready to collapse on bed and sleep.

only, when you push into the bedroom, there're candles lit, and rose petals scattered.

your heart drops. did you forget an anniversary? a birthday? fuck-- this is the problem with dating two people, there's twice as many important dates to remeber--

"baby." a voice cuts through your worried sprialing. you blink up from the bed to the sight of ran in the en-suite's doorway. they're naked...

well, naked except for their strap. you blink down at the dildo hanging off your partner's legs, then back up at them, confused.

"what?" you ask.

sevika steps out of the bathroom, grinning. "babe, you're finally home!" she greets.

she's naked and wearing a strap too.

"am i... interrupting something?" you ask. ran and sevika both laugh, and you can't stop your eyes from flicking between both of your lovers. you're turned on, exhausted, and confused.

"baby. lay down." ran says, reaching out and leading you to sit on the bed. you blink up at them, not quite understanding what's happening as they kneel down and start stripping your socks off your feet for you.

sevika climbs into bed behind you, her hands kneading into your stiff shoulders as ran's start digging into the arches of your feet. you groan, sinking backwards into sevika's chest as you start to relax after a hard week.

"is it our anniversary?" you ask, still not understanding what the occasion is.

sevika chuckles and kisses your cheek. "no. we noticed how hard you've been workin' lately-- you've been tired, baby." she mumbles against your neck, before she starts sucking at the skin.

"we wanna take care of you." ran mumbles, their hands trailing up and down your calves, squeezing the tight muscles.

realization dawns on you, and tears threaten to spring up in your eyes. "fuck." you whimper. "you guys." your vocie shakes, and sevika snorts.

"told you she'd cry."

ran giggles, and kisses each of your knees.

you elbow sevika, then turn your face to kiss her cheek. "i'm the luckiest woman in the world." you sigh.

"corny." ran mumbles from where their hands are pulling open your pants. sevika flicks their head, then starts to unbutton your shirt.

you just relax back into her strong chest, letting your partners take care of you.

it isn't until you're naked, sevika kissing your neck as ran trails kisses up your legs-- that you become aware of the slight kink in their plan.

"y-you're both strapped up." you whimper as ran sucks a hickey into your thigh.

you guys have had a system for years at this point, to settle disputes in the bedroom when it's time for someone to strap up. rock paper scissors usually solves it, and it's ended up being a pretty fair way of distributing strap-on privileges.

and as hot as the thought is, and as much as the three of you have talked about it-- none of you are ready to try double penetration yet.

so you're confused.

ran's mischievous smile makes your cunt throb.

"well..." they trail off, looking up to sevika where her chin's hooked over your shoulder.

"i saw a porno the other day." sevika fills in. you giggle.

sevika only really watches porn when she's researching for the three of you. it's hilarious to witness-- sevika with a notebook and pen in her hands while filth plays on the screen. you and ran like to watch with her, your hands occupied with much more satisfying activities, to see how long she can last before she snaps and throws the notebook away to pay attention to the two of you.

she's had to start researching porn in private to avoid any distractions.

"what if sev fucked your cunt, while i fucked your mouth?" ran whispers from between your legs.

you almost cum from the words alone. ran giggles at the way your thighs clench around their face a bit, and sevika hums, nuzzling her nose against your throat, happy with your reaction.

your lovers rearrange you easily, propping you up on all fours with your ass facing the head of the bed, your head facing ran where they stand at the foot.

they don't make you work for it. they don't tease you, like they tend to. instead, ran just cups your face gently, and slides their cock past your lips.

your partners know you well. nothing turns your brain to mush like giving head especially when you're sucking on strap.

there's no stakes. ran can't really feel your mouth, no matter how much they think they can, so you can be as sloppy, uncoordinated, and dumb on their cock as you want. and the moans they let out get you fucking drunk.

behind you, sevika smacks your ass.

you choke on ran's cock, and they and sevika both giggle at your sputters. sevika apologizes for surprising you by running her fingers through your cunt.

"shit." she gasps. ran grunts.

"what?"

"she's fuckin' dripping already."

god-- this is the best/worst part of having two partners. when they talk about you like you aren't even there. it makes you all gooey on the inside, and now, with your mouth stuffed with cock, you can't even complain about them doing it.

"she's a cockslut, sev, whaddya expect?" ran asks, swiping their finger over your cheek tenderly as they blink down at you adoringly.

you whimper.

sevika sinks two fingers inside of you.

your brain starts to leak out of your ears, and your elbows wobble.

ran laughs, takes a step forward and helps you up to your knees as they wrap their arms around your waist, leaning in for a kiss.

sevika's kissing down your shoulders, her fingers hammering in and out of your squelching cunt.

"i'm--" you choke out.

"gonna cum baby?" ran asks against your lips. you nod, huffing for air as sevika's fingers assault your g-spot.

"s-sev--" you whimper. she chuckles behind you, one of her hands sneaking between you and ran's bodies to play with your tits.

"come on my fingers, then we'll turn you over n' put both our cocks in you."

you cum, the image sending you spiraling into one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had.

usually, ran and sevika give you a minute to catch your breath after you cum. tonight, they don't.

they help you down to the bed, still shaking and whimpering, turning you onto your back, your head hanging off the foot of the bed.

your thighs are clenching together so hard, both from your receding orgasm and the one that's growing at the prospect at what's about to happen to you. sevika notices, giggling and kissing both of your knees before she tears your legs apart.

you gasp. ran takes the oppertunity to sink their cock all the way down your throat.

fuck.

you can smell their arousal, your nose half an inch from their cunt, your throat stuffed with cock. all you can see is the wet curls of ran's bush.

and then sevika sinks inside of you.

you cum the second you get them both in you. and upon seeing this, they both snap.

"shit, baby, you're perfect." sevika whimpers. "perfect little cockslut-- cummin' the second you got us inside you-- you're adorable."

"just like that, honey, just feel good for us." ran mutters, their hands gripping your tits as they start to thrust in and out of your mouth. you'll have ten little bruises on your chest in the morning.

and ten on your hips-- if sevika's grip doesn't lessen as she pounds into you.

the sound of your choked moans and squelching cunt fill the room, along with the moans of your lovers and the occasional smack of the two of them kissing above you.

you've never been so turned on in your life-- you can't stop shaking, you're not sure if your orgasm is lasting a lifetime or if you're just having a bunch in a row.

spit is sliding down your face-- you're lightheaded from your head's upside down position. your thighs are soaked in your own cum, you don't know if you're squirting or just that fucking wet. neither would surprise out.

you've never felt so perfect in your life.

"shit, i'm gonna cum." ran grunts.

your hands fly up to clutch their ass, pulling them deeper down your throat. sevika chuckles. "such a fuckin' slut." she teases.

"my favorite slut." ran grunts.

"i take offense to that." sevika mutters.

ran laughs, loud and bright, and then they dissolve into moans, their hips stuttering as they cum down your throat.

they pull their cock out of your mouth with a disgusting wet pop, and you whimper at the loss. "come back."

sevika groans, and collapses forward, burying her face against your neck as she starts to cum inside you. "slut!" she laughs brightly between her whimpers. "i love you so f-fuckin much, baby, s-shit." she whines.

ran's grinning down at you, their cock resting on your cheek as they stroke your cheek. "how you feelin' baby?" they ask.

sevika bites your throat as she comes down from her orgasm, and you squeak. "i-ah!" both your lovers laugh. you roll your eyes, then try again. "'m so fuckin' good." you say, grinning.

"yeah?" ran asks. you nod up at them, dreamily. they giggle, and duck down to kiss you upside down. you hum against their lips. "good. 'cause we're just gettin' started."

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salem-witch-slut · 23 days ago

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Prostitution (18+)

Sevika x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Of all the girls in the brothel, and she picked you.

WARNINGS: Brothel work (prostitute!reader), dom!Sevika, sub!reader, hair pulling, leather lingerie, grinding, fingering, strap-on use (r!receiving), Daddy Sevika, biting (briefly)

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

A/N: In honor of Arcane Season 2 coming out today, thought I would bring back one of my best kinktober prompts with everybody's favorite muscle mommy. Briefly considered making a part 2 for this but lemme know what you guys think?

dividers made by @cafekitsune

Why did you think this was a good idea?

Well, truth be told, you didn’t think this was a good idea… But it was the only idea you had left. Your family was dead, like everyone was in the Undercity. Your partner got herself killed from a shimmer overdose, and you were facing being homeless. Your entire world was turned upside down and it was all fucked to no end. But now you had to pick up the pieces.

You were hired at the brothel. What the actual fuck were you thinking? Well, you knew Babette, and she was willing to give you a chance. It was decent money, and you were given free food during every shift. How could you turn it down?

It was your first week and you have already been through hell. The women who came to the brothel tended to be high on shimmer and sloppy at best, but the men; they were aggressive, vicious, and you found yourself leaving with aches and pains every single night.

And yet, when you entered the room that you were assigned to today, you were surprised to say the least. The outfit on the bench was… strange. Normally, the clientele wanted something revealing, lace, and soft bright colors. No, you were given something black, made of leather, and matching black heels to complete the look.

“Don’t question it,” You told yourself. “Just put it on.”

You slowly stripped off all your clothes and pulled on the leather bustier and black lace panties. Your fingers twitched slightly as you strapped the heels to your feet and ran your fingers through your hair… Your lipstick was a deep maroon color, and you had dark, dramatic eyeliner. Seems like you thought it all out already?

Who was your client today? Why were you so nervous? What if it was a man that was three times your size? What if it was more than one man? What if you got hurt today?

“Did you hear about who she picked today?” A shiver raced down your spine as you approached the curtains in front of your door, biting down on your painted lip. Who were they talking about?

“Oh, I heard. Cute little new girl is about to get ruined today, huh?” You… they were talking about you! But who else? Who was she?

You’ll get your answer soon enough.

It felt like forever until you heard heavy footfalls in the hallways. Whispers carried in the corridors, along with the aggressive clicks of heels from your fellow ‘coworkers’ running away from whoever was making their presence known inside of the building. Your fingers trembled as you dared a peek out from behind your curtain.

Not even a second later, the curtain was being pulled back and in walked your client… Tall, muscular, handsome, and absolutely terrifying.

The brothel’s most regular visitor. Silco’s right hand… the person that everyone in the underground fears.

Sevika.

You nearly fell down the stairs, heels slipping on the concrete flooring as you tried to back away and give her the space she deserved. But it seemed she had other ideas.

Before your body could come in contact with the ground, the woman reached out and grabbed both of your hips with her hands. Her right hand was warm and calloused, a pulse beneath her flesh, but her left hand? Cold, sharp, and thrumming with the energy of her mechanical arm hidden beneath that cloak she always wears.

“Easy, doll,” Her voice is deep, husky almost as she steps forward and lowers you down to the stable surface behind you. Shivers raced down your back, and you couldn’t stop yourself from trembling in her grasp. For a moment, neither of you said anything. But then her eyes raked all over your body and she breathed, hard. “Damn, look at you… Pretty little thing all dressed up just for me?”

Were you supposed to speak? You have heard so many stories about Sevika… how aggressive and cruel she is out there on the streets, and how she kills without mercy or a care in the world. You were scared of her, to say the least… And Sevika could see it in your eyes. She knew what her reputation was and was more than happy to push the agenda.

“Scared of me?”

You inhaled sharply, your hands slowly sliding from your sides to hold onto her forearms. The whirring of the mechanics of her arm made your thighs tremble. “N-No, miss…”

“Funny,” Sevika reached down and gently ran her rough fingertips along the edge of your jaw before she slid her hand in your hair. “Only dumb girls feel no fear… Now, you aren’t dumb, are you sweet thing?”

You breathed slowly for a second, fearing you said something wrong to her. She looked amused, but looks could be deceiving… The gap between her two front teeth was cute. You focused on the crease of her jawline, the scars on her face, and the way her brows were pulled down.

She was so fucking hot that you forgot why you were afraid… and then, she grabbed at your hair, making you yelp and submit. Your hands had slid far too high up, and she was punishing you… Fuck, she was punishing you! “Better watch it. I’m paying to touch you, not the other way around.”

“But—” You hiccupped, looking into her eyes for the briefest second. She waited for your words to continue. “S-sorry…”

“Oh, she has manners?” Sevika showed off the smile that made your stomach flutter for a brief moment and reached down with both hands, gripping your thighs and lifting you off the floor like you weighed almost nothing to her. Out of instinct, your hands reached up and grabbed onto her shoulders for stability. “We’re going to have fun.”

Before you could utter another sound, you felt something press against you… something solid, and stiff. Something that felt like it was alive, right against the wet spot on your panties. A low moan left your throat, and you just immediately knew what it was.

“Take it off, doll,” Sevika breathed against your neck. “You know you want to.”

Fingers trembled as you reached for the cloak on her shoulders and slowly pulled it over her head. The brown fabric dropped to the floor behind her, and you looked down, confirming your suspicion. Sevika was strapped under her pants… the bulge was now way more obvious without the cloak.

“Feel that?” Sevika pressed her flesh hand to your rear and stepped forward, spinning you around and sitting herself down on the couch behind you. The second you were in her lap, she was pushing you down onto her hips and grinding the bulge against your cunt like it was her damn birthright to do so.

Your pulse quickened with every passing second, and you dropped your face down against her chest, breathing in the scent of tobacco and her natural scent… Strong, earthy, like a roaring wood fire. You didn’t know what came over you, but before you could scold yourself for knowing better, your tongue came in contact with her bear neck and your lips trailed all over her exposed skin.

Sevika tensed up and her fingers went from holding your hips to sliding under the fabric of your panties, grabbing at your flesh and making you instinctively bite down on her shoulder. Nowhere near enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it. Sevika looked like she was about to start climbing the walls as she felt your hips roll forward on top of her.

With a simple flick of her metallic fingers, the underwear given to you was ripped off your body and you barely had time to recover before Sevika was lifting you off her lap and reaching to pull the zipper of her pants down. A sigh left your throat, and you could only push your face into her neck; Sevika didn’t like that.

“Nuh-uh,” She grabbed your chin with her flesh hand, pulling you back to look down into her eyes. Her grey irises were staring directly passed your fears and into your soul. It was like she was lighting you on fire from the inside out. “You look at me. Prettiest fucking girl is going to look at me when I fuck her.”

Her words made you blush from the tips of your ears down to your neck and you almost forgot that this was your job… It was easy to think that Sevika had just picked you out of everyone in the underground to have a night with. Not… that she was paying for it.

“Don’t worry,” Sevika smirked, that crease in her brow becoming more prominent as you felt her hand leave your face and slide down between your legs. When you felt her calloused fingers against your soft wet folds, you forgot how to breathe. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

The sound you made was beyond pornographic. Two of her fingers slipped inside of your wetness without any kind of resistance. Your entire body went rigid, and your eyes fluttered for a brief second before you forced yourself to look at her. Sevika smirked and basked in your expressions, slowly pushing you up and down on her digits.

What did you even say? What were you supposed to do? Sevika isn’t like your other clients… She’s so intense, even when she’s barely touching you. It feels like you are drowning, even if it’s just her presence surrounding you. Your inner walls squeeze at her fingers as she curls them at just the right angle. Sevika smirked.

“Oh, you like that?” Sevika kept you steady on her lap with her metal hand while the other one worked in and out of your pussy. “So wet for me, already? Barely touched you, doll.”

“Fuuck...” You rolled your entire body forward, biting your lip and leaning down just enough to press soft kisses against her face. “P-Please—”

“Please, what?” Sevika said sternly. “Use your words, doll.”

“I… I n-need… ohfuck...”

“Come on,” She smirked, curling her fingers at just the right angle that you almost feel your legs give out. “Just say it—”

“Fuck me,” You whine, finally giving in. “Please, please, please… fuck me, daddy.”

There was a hunger in her eyes that wasn’t there before. It was like a switch had flipped inside of her because in mere seconds, you went from sitting on her lap to her pushing you down into the floor that was littered with pillows, blankets, anything you could desire to make this as comfortable as possible.

Sevika all but ripped her pants to try and free what had been teasing you initially. You only had a few seconds to really look at the strap around her hips before she was lining the tip of the bright purple silicone against your core.

“Pretty little thing,” Sevika growled, almost ferally as she slammed down overtop of you. Suddenly, the leather around your chest felt entirely too tight, like you couldn’t breathe. You began frantically reaching for the ties to undo the restraint on your chest, and Sevika noticed because you gasped at her ripping the ropes off the bustier and pushing the fabric apart to really look at you.

“Now, because you were a good girl…” Sevika gently prodded your opening, making you whimper and reach for her biceps. “You get a warning before you get fucked.”

“Daddy, please—”

That was her trigger. You could only grab at her muscles before she was plunging all of her strap inside of your cunt like it belonged to her. You tried to scream, but nothing came out other than a strangled squeak as your head went back on the pillows and tears filled your eyes.

You aren’t a stranger to being stretched out like this. It wasn’t like it was your first day at the brothel… but it was your first day with Sevika. She only gave you a few seconds to adjust to that cock before she was reaching down with her flesh fingers and gently rubbing at your clit.

Your soft squeaks faded into intense moans, much to the woman’s delight. She chuckled, watching you squirm and look at her like she was an alien of some sort.

“Not what you expected, doll?” Sevika teased, rolling her hips forward and making you moan like the whore you were. “Didn’t think I’d care about making you feel good?”

Very stupidly, you nodded.

“Let me fix that,” She leaned down, and you curled your fingers into the leather of her jacket before bracing yourself for the most intense workday of your entire fucking life.

“Be good for daddy and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll beg me not to leave.”

And that is exactly what Sevika did.

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