#helena eagan x reader

[cobelschewtoy]

Handprint

Helena Eagan x Reader

Sapphic Severance Week 2025 - Day 4: Pain

Summary: Helena is in the mood for something a little rougher.

Tags: strap-ons, scratching, choking, top helena, bottom reader, implied hellyna

Words: 994

Authors Note: those two weeks went by way too fast but here we go!! Something slightly different. I hope you enjoy :)

Reader is wearing pants, a strap-on and a button up shirt

ao3 | masterlist

You’re already wearing the strap-on when you enter Helena’s bedroom. Her summons had been short and sharp and you’d gotten ready as fast as you could. The phone call always sets the tone for your meeting and this one was different to the usual softness that Helena prefers, but it isn’t the first time she’s called you like that. You’ve heard enough to know she’s going through a particularly difficult time at work.

She’s at her vanity, wearing a simple shirt and her hair slightly mussed. She quirks an eyebrow at you through the mirror and you tow off your shoes, undoing your watch at the same time. You nudge them to neatly line up next to the door and lay your watch out flat, parallel to the edge of the wardrobe, before making your way over to her. Her eyes stay on you every step of the way.

You lightly rest your hands on her shoulders, waiting a moment to see if she’ll allow the touch, and ask, “How was your day?” as you lean down to mouth at the side of her neck. 

She answers with a noncommittal hum. She tilts her head to the side to give you better access, which you take eagerly. You have to be careful not to leave marks too dark to be able to easily hide but you don’t mind since it gives you the excuse to explore more of her skin. Her hand rises to rest atop one of yours, just for a moment, before she stands up. Your hands drop away and you step back. Now you can see she isn’t wearing pants, only a pair of panties peak out from under her shirt. There’s no time to admire her before she’s walking you backwards, lips hot on your neck and her teeth harsh against your skin. She undoes then yanks your belt off and shoves your pants down, taking your underwear with it. You’re quick to return the favour.

“Good,” she says when she wraps her hand around your strap and tugs on it.

She kisses you again, swallowing your moan, before shoving you back onto the bed. You fall willingly. She on you a moment later. You’ll never get used to the sight of her climbing on top of you. Her teeth return to you neck as her hands expertly undo the buttons of your shirt. She pulls away as she shoves it apart. Helena’s hands hover over your newly bared skin for a moment.

“Are you going to hurt me, Helena?” you ask.

You know recently a lot has happened to her. When this happens, she either becomes cold and commanding, or angry. Since the verbal commands have been lacking this time, you suspect it’s leading towards the latter. Her eyes flicker to your face as she skims the tips of her fingers over your ribs, the light scratch of her nails grabbing your attention. One side of her mouth quirks up and she sinks her long nails in. You allow a tiny whimper to escape. She leans on her hands to slowly push herself up, nails digging in further, before she removes one to guide the tip of your strap to her soaking entrance. 

Watching her sink down onto your strap always a heavenly experience. Although, you desperately wish you could feel her. Helena moans when she’s reaches your base, nails digging in again. You risk grabbing her hips and grinding her down. She moans again. She allows herself to sink into the sensation long enough that you start to think this is how the first orgasm of tonight will go. Then her hand snaps out. She wraps it around your throat and you’re shocked for all of a moment before she squeezes and your eyes roll back. 

“Put your hands back on the bed,” she commands.

You obey immediately, pressing the back of your hands hard into the bed in fear of her stopping. She keeps a tight hold on your throat as she fucks herself on your strap, not always cutting off your air but making sure you constantly feel the weight of it. The anger and longing on her face are rare for her to show, even around you. You watch, captivated, as the red slowly rises from her chest up along her throat and to her cheeks. You struggle to stay still as she gets closer to her high. You want to thrust up into her, to help her reach her orgasm, but she’s in the mood to take and you won’t risk her stopping when she’s so close.

Her hips stutter and then she’s releasing a long, low moan as she grinds down on your strap. Her brow furrows and her mouth falls open as she comes. Her whole body shuddering. It’s an effort not to reach for her. When her body relaxes, she slowly releases the grip on your throat before weakly pushing herself up and off your strap. You grab her hips to help her, her legs are still slightly shaking, and you guide her to rest on your stomach. You try to hide how closely you’re studying her expression.

Helena has periods where she prefers the scenes to be rougher but the way she was looking at you…you wonder who she was imagining you as. Who got so thoroughly under her skin she needed to try and pry them out like this?

The tension in her shoulders loosens. She leans forward and rests her head against yours.

“Thank you,” she whispers so quietly you barely manage to catch it.

You know better than to acknowledge it. You can practically feel the tension rising in her already. You flip her over instead. Her hips automatically lift, trying to find your hardness again, but you press her hips firmly back into the bed.

“My turn,” you say.

She drags your hand from her hip to her throat. “Make sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

[lesbianhelly]

anemoia - a helena eagan/female reader fanfic with food as a metaphor for love!

“What do you usually have for breakfast, Helena?” you ask, peeking into your fridge, presumably searching for ingredients. The answer to your question makes Helena feel all the more self-conscious, and she hasn't even spoken yet. A tight-lipped smile as she takes a seat at your kitchen table. “I usually hard boil an egg.”

[mykaelaaa]

detour that lingered

✰ helly r x fem!reader // 4k

✰helly's fed up with lumon and needs a distraction. that makes the two of you.

clicks.

so. many. clicks.

thousands of them made in the past five minutes. maybe more.

you're not really sure. all done by your work colleagues while your hands rested on the desk. cold and almost lifeless. work-wise speaking, anyway.

wide, luminous square of light above you started producing annoying buzz-like hum three weeks ago, exactly on tuesday at 10:03 a.m.

it's drilling in your head but somehow, no one else seems to be bothered. you did report the issue. and in return got million-dollar response from the multimillion-dollar company saying:

"thank you for reporting the malfunction. we will do our very best to make sure your surroundings are as comfortable and enjoyable as we can. but remember, be grateful for what you have, because Lumon has your back."

milchick's refined words, of course.

delivered with his wide smile that fools concerningly big amount of people. well, minus the one if you think more thorough.

time passes agonizingly slow here.

staring at the screen and scattered numbers that still, after months in here, don't really seem to make sense.

you glance down at the bracelet on your wrist. you don't know anything about it. nor the clothes you bought, or where. or how come you picked just this color of the shirt but not a different one. why does your pen holder keep moving even though you swear you put it somewhere else. who in the right mind decided forest and football field green was the office aesthetic?

it's trapping.

sometimes, when you are bored out of your mind, which happens way too often, the green of the desks and flooring all morph into one big green blob, obscuring your vision and you don't know how it happens except blink a few times until it disappears. but lately it stopped.

and you know who's to blame, partially that is. for snatching a few seconds of so rare and precious serenity away.

ever since helly replaced petey, red came into the picture and it was no longer monotonous green.

it's always peeking in the corner of your eyes. one minute it looks like she just left the photoshoot for whatever fancy office magazine out there. the next, it's ruffled by her hands and she's two numbers away from losing her sanity.

but you like her. as a coworker, obviously. well, okay. a bit more than that. but that's debatable and confined deep inside of you for now.

it's just extremely refreshing another person recognizes the deranged, whatever the fuck this is, going on in the building. and they don't only nod along and go chase numbers on autopilot.

she's funny, terribly sarcastic, talented at giving you side eye when something stands out—most importantly, biggest Lumon hater next to you.

others are okay. to put it plainly.

dylan is funny on occasions but too hooked about reaching 100% for some reason. at times it makes you feel bad. to each their own.

irv is undeniably a wise, old guy outside the work. the one that knows a little bit of everything about, well everything. and he loves art.

mark is mark. sometimes there, sometimes lost in thought. carrying that specific and awkward type of humor that makes you feel like you should laugh but also unsure if it was a joke or just a remark that sounded like one. but you're more than welcome for anything that stands out in these four walls.

but helly? she actually asks things.

your first interaction with her was a disaster. which is amazing, by the way. she reminded you of yourself on the first day. a shitty attempt at escaping you did, running in circles and stuck in a loop of doors and hallways. each leading to nowhere hopeful.

you sat back and waited, watching it unfold. feeling slight remorse of how good it felt, knowing she will realize there's no way out. that will make the two of you.

that was helly's first warm welcome here and you couldn't relate more.

by the time milchick caught up with her, you were sure you still hold a record of how many times you saw mr. milchick in one shift. about twenty three.

you should ask helly how many times she ran into him that day.

a day after, you saw her hand pulling the divider down, scooching forwards a bit. a sweet, covert whisper reached you.

"do you know what the fuck is going on here?" heavy emphasis on 'what the fuck'.

you had to just stare at her frozen, caught between "oh my god finally" and "wait, will it be worth it?" and then, since it was the best thing that has happened since you got here, you grinned like an idiot. thanking kier internally.

but also, you felt pity for her. you tried, you complained, oh so many times but met a dead end street. you know milchick hates to see your head tilted and eyes narrowed. forming an actual smart question that throws the unusual work conditions in the spotlight. milchick being milchick, just gives you his programmed response.

if she keeps this up, you owe her a drink.

somehow. if lumon introduces alcohol.

"what you thinking about?"

her voice dragged you back to reality. you blink, shifting your focus off the screen where number 6 is floating like it's waiting for you to do something about it.

helly's watching you, head propped on one hand, looking amused. her eyes—lumon's os standard shade of whatever blue—should blend perfectly into the dullness of this place.

but they don't. somehow they don't.

you grew fond of it. maybe.

you shift in your seat. recalling what have you been truly been dozing off about. but it's a failed attempt.

"just your usual, loyal mdr employee stuff. thriving to reach 100."

she snorts, quietly. and your chest feels weirdly warm. it's been happening a lot lately. since you cracked the code of her sarcasm.

god. you're really starting to pick up mark's jokes.

"hmmm." she draws it out like she's considering something. "shame. i thought you had some mastermind prison break plan in the making."

you smirk, letting your eyes glaze over her features just a little. "maybe i do?"

helly raises a brow. "that so?"

"you know, almost a year here does wonders to your imagination. maybe my outtie is married to a drug lord with, like, fifteen escape routes if we get ambushed. therefore my talent."

you sigh and add, "but instead i'm stuck here. like a bird in a cage, forgetting what flying is like."

she narrows her eyes like she's analyzing you. but it feels different than when milchick does it. better. "oh, wow. that's the most poetic thing you ever said."

"you haven't been here long enough then."

she clicked her tongue smoothly, "gotta make sure to use most of my time on that then."

irving's head peeks out from the green barrier. "ladies. more work, less talk."

helly throws you the 'how the hell did he even hear?' look. you just shrug.

"breaks soon anyway, irv." mark chimes in, though he sounds disinterested about the idea of break. you get him. not much opportunities to get your mind to shut off besides the vending machine.

"yes i know, mark. that doesn't mean we can all chit-chat."

"are you trying to be the good guy here just because she's new?" dylan said, leaning back in his chair that made a screeching sound. he turned his attention to helly, dead serious. "don't listen to him. his bathroom breaks? he's been sneaking off to see some guy from—"

"dylan, that's irrelevant—"

"no it's not, irving." dylan keeps going but you were too busy being overwhelmed with helly jabbing you in the ribs.

you flinch. "what?"

helly, still pressed lightly your side, doesn't even look guilty about it. she's close. close enough her knee is barely brushing against yours. enough that the space left is borderline nonexistent but you can feel it anyway. and it feels like there's a heavy boulder on your back.

it's new. but it feels nice.

when and why did she get so close without you noticing?

she tilts her head a bit and you can feel her hair enveloping your shoulder. it sounds ridiculous but it feels like it's burning straight to your shirt.

"come with me to the supply room."

it's not a question but more of a silent order. your throat dries up and it feels burning. you shift and your hands, like they got a mind on their own, latched onto the nearest thing it landed which was your shirt. you smooth it out for no apparent reason.

"for what?"

"i don't know. office supplies?" she deadpans like it should've been obvious. it is obvious. you just couldn't focus.

you quickly dissect the desk. there are more than enough pens in the holder. sticky notes are untouched and started to collect dust. two hundred and thirty eight of yellow notes last time you counted. judging the way helly's desk is the same, you catch on it.

yeah. this is not about the damn supplies.

helly wheels back out of the way, making room. still waiting on you get along with the idea.

so you push your chair like it's an announcement. irving gave you a quick, iffy look like he saw this as an opportunity to get dylan off his back and shift the topic on you two. but before he could, you stretch your arms out like you're letting out the negative energy of intense, office labor.

"gonna grab some stuff," you claim, standing. "ms. helly, you coming?"

she's already up, rolling her eyes. "obviously."

dylan just snickers, mark doesn't even bother giving a second glance.

the pair footsteps barely make a sound against the tedious green carpet. competing with the noise of the ever buzzing lights.

you wonder if the redhead next to you, who's on a very serious mission to reach the supply closet, ever noticed those little things. and it's not like you're in a rush to get back to the desk either.

when you reach the room she wastes no time. helly briefly stepped aside to let you enter first before following behind. the second you stepped in, discerning same smell of paper and metal hit you.

helly swings the door shut behind you with more force than needed.

she exhales. loudly. did it echo that much or helly r. just pulls you into different realm by doing frankly anything?

you catch her breath hitch for a split second. it looks like she craved this. this getaway or whatever you name it. her shoulders relax against the wall and you feel weirdly happy for her. you would like to be the reason she feels at ease, but you can't just self proclaim the title "i made helly feel good" without her approval.

that sounds wrong the more you repeat it in your head.

"finally," she mutters under her breath, sinking in the surface deeper before pushing off.

"one more minute there and i'd throw myself in the printer or something and hoped for the best."

you huff a quiet laugh, adding, "tried and it didn't work."

helly smiles, one corner of her lips tugging up. and you should probably not stare for too long. it's inappropriate. that's what they say. i mean, it's logical. so you look around the room and—wow.

nothing changed. dry and uninspiring as always—stacks of papers fanatically sorted by colors, and too many cardboard boxes with useless serial numbers.

"so," you start, not knowing what is it that you're about to say. or why does your mouth run faster than the brain. and why does the room feel smaller, like someone turned the heat up.

and why is helly, now on the opposite side of the room, suddenly so engrossed in a shelf of supplies she's seen a thousand times—so engaged it feels like she's not here for a moment.

you sigh, slow and even. "what do we need?"

helly smirks like she was waiting for you to ask. "nothing really."

"i figured."

helly watched you for a second more before grabbing a pack of staplers off the shelf. not really doing anything worthwhile with it—just to keep her hands busy. her fingers tap against the box restlessly, spinning it around, shaking it, repeating the cycle. like she desperately wants to be occupied, and it made you anxious.

"needed an excuse," she admits, voice just a bit hushed but not unheard.

"for?"

she shrugs, giving the box one last twirl before setting it down. her mouth twitches like she's holding a grin from escaping, eyes tracing from the shelves to the floor, to the lonely chair in the corner meant for short employees, and then you.

her lower lip disappears between her teeth, careful not to ruin the lipstick. she leans back against the closet, hands slipping and intertwining behind her. the distance between is only a few steps away but it felt like she's a scorching furnace right in front of you.

"maybe to get the fuck away from that desk and pretending like any of this shit is normal," she dips in the closet even further, voice laced with a raw honesty. "i mean, who the fuck hunts scary looking numbers for a job?" helly snorts, openly fed up with it all.

she expects you to understand. and you do. of course you do.

"and, like… you're pretty much the only one that gets it." helly adds softly and again, the thing in your stomach twists, turns and before you know it, she had you smiling.

you shift your weight, mirroring her stance without meaning to. it's the most natural thing you've done since carving out fruit in shape of kier's face and putting an x sign over it of for some useless lumon anniversary thing.

"alright then, miss helly r. tell me everything."

her eyes flicker with curiosity, and maybe slight suspicion—but she grins anyway. "everything?"

"yeah. i can't team up with someone who's also really keen on burning this shithole down without knowing them."

helly scoffs, crossing her arms but there's amusement behind that. "we are severed, you know. think we're kinda missing 90% of the lore here."

"no, not like that." you explain, taking a break to think. "tell me…tell me who do you think is the worst dressed here? or who's outtie has a dungeon in their basement?"

her lips quirk and it feels like a veil of something unspoken just fell over your figures—the realization, maybe a relief, a shimmer of whatever the third option may be.

helly tilts her head and considers, "worst dressed? gotta be milchick."

you raise a brow playfully, "milchick? really?"

"yes, like a hundred percent." she lazily slumps forward and shakes her head, "that man looks like he lost a bet and has to walk around like that. and the moustache?"

you let out a laugh, staring down at the floor. clutching your shirt with one hand dramatically. "you don't like a moustache? helly r?"

helly rolls her eyes, giving you a look before pointing at you. "okay, your turn. dungeon."

"mark."

"no fucking way."

"it's always the quiet and normal ones you least expect."

she clicks her tongue in denial, "he's too stuck up for that. but hear me out," she leans as if she's about to reveal mindblowing rumour, "dylan."

there's not much you can disagree with to be honest. "well—fine, i can see it." you take in a deep breath, same smell of stale paper hanging in the air.

"who's the best looking around here?"

"wow, i met like less than ten people."

"that's more than plenty."

helly exhaled sharply, eyes wandering everywhere but at your direction. "well," she dragged out, "definitely not cobel. unless you're into having affair with your boss that's thirty years older than you."

now, that made you dwell on it in silence more than helly would like. to the point her expression started to transform into a concerning one.

you found it amusing, although it's better to start explaining yourself.

"i can look past that if it means i can get out of here." nice save. holds bit truth to it.

redhead was still worried, wheels turning in her head and she nodded in flimsy approval. "you know what? i like how determined you are to the point you'd get with our boss."

helly laughed. and for the first time in ages she felt okay.

okay. safe. distracted. something she thought was impossible ever since she got here. it wouldn't be a stretch for her to say it's addicting. you're addicting and this impromptu trip to get away. she'd rather stay here and count papers one by one with you than be in the office, divided by desks.

she scratches her head in thought and clears her throat. "milchick can look charming but he would just turn out to be an ass."

"and the moustache."

"dealbreaker. immediate."

"and mdr candidates?"

the silence eats her alive and she wonders if you can see it. she supposes you wait for her to continue. but it feels like someone drove nails in her shoes and wrapped chains around her. she fixes her posture. paces in place for a moment, aware there's nothing more comfortable to lean on in here anyway. but she knows better than not to speak what's on her mind.

"i guess it's you." man. straight to the point.

not mark? isn't that a delight. "me? really?"

you watch her furrow her brows and swear she looks offended. "yeah, what? who do you think i was gonna say? irv—"

"—i don't know." helly watched your short lived and secretly nervous detour, dragging your shoulder against the closets that stopped once you faced her. arm length of distance. "maybe mark. you hesitated." your finger pointing at her made her feel like a kid sent into a corner.

"i was thinking."

"about mark?"

she glares at you, but it lacks any real malice. helly stays there. she doesn't move or back away. and you start to notice things that you have noticed before, but it feels almost privileged and paralyzing.

yes, she always smelled memorable—you realized that on the very first day she arrived because it was new and not industrial-made air freshener. her perfume lingered in the elevator at the beginning and end of every shift, right now it's seizing every sense you have. and you let it, like it's a matter of life or death.

before you can be smarter about this—not that you want to—your eyes dart over her face. the maroon of her hair catches the white glow of the room like copper. there's a faint scar near her temple, scarcely hidden under the strands. familiar dips of her smile lines are harder to make out, replaced by lips set firm—but not too firm. like they want to say something. but they never do.

no voices, no music, no window that casts wind and traffic, yet it feels like your breaths would suppress all of it if given.

on paper, this looks like a terrible idea. but in practice? it's rare and tempting. especially for a lumon employee.

you reach out to put one hand on the nape of her neck, hesitating halfway. helly took it as a implied question of yes or no. she could tell that much. instead of saying it with fear her voice might fail her, she decided to suck it up and take your hand and guide it where you wished. fingers nearly intertwining like you've both done this hundred of times before, creating a habit.

helly was never this close to someone. physically and mentally.

she doesn't know what her outtie does, with who, how or when. does she have a spouse? kids? is she widowed or divorced? will her outtie ever run into you and remember? any of this?

a brisk worry that you should be getting back to the office dashed through your mind. but it was discarded as quickly as it came.

"listen—i," helly whispered. there was everything and nothing in her head at the same time. exhausted of this job and every day being the same as the one before.

she swallowed harshly, "i know we can't be doing this by—by some dumb company rules but it…"

"it's okay if—"

"no. i mean, it feels right," she nods carefully, like she's convincing both of you. "it feels nice."

neither of you know how to do this properly. or if there's a way to do so. there's a general idea of it. kissing, sex, intimacy and all that comes along.

after all, lumon didn't pass a rule forbidding such profane acts for no reason.

helly smiles faintly, delicately putting her hands on your waist and tugging you closer. fingers dancing on your hips. it was all done in a tender manner, making you wonder she pulled out this sudden confidence out of her pocket while you were daydreaming.

perhaps she was always like this. just another thing to uncover about helly r. amongst many.

it was mutual, bound to happen and next to world ending.

your heads tilted in sync, felt her hands froze on your waist and yours were trapped under her hair upon contact. helly's nose bumped against your cheek along with her bangs tickling your forehead. her lips were lightly chapped, inviting you in. deeper and deeper for more without knowing what that 'more' signifies.

helly backed away and it took her absurd amount of willpower to do so. she rested her forehead against yours. breaths combining together, fast paced like you've both been running down the hallway from entirety of lumon.

"i don't know how to do this," you barely made it sound coherent.

she chuckled, and for this newfound proximity, it ringed in your ears differently. "me neither but it's good."

with no effort helly reeled you back in, fingers brought back in life—now gripping at your clothes. it was more eager and natural. her lips chased yours and she let low groans sneak past her. it was a new sound to you, that caused you to lose control over your own hands too. tangled in her hair that was unsurprisingly soft. you tried to pull her even closer but it was nearing the impossible.

do you even have the right to do all of these things right now?

your back hit the closet. making the irrelevant boxes shake, threatening to fall down. helly's hot breath was all that you could feel as it slid down your cheek, to the jaw and up to your ear. making you shudder. she didn't give one single shit about the cameras and mics.

"how—how far can i-we go?"

seriously? she slightly winced when you tugged her by the roots just to see her better. she looked down at you with some feral look you haven't seen before. panting and gasping. hair disheveled by your fault.

"i don't know helly. all the way."

she doesn't know either. she has faint idea that will involve bunch of improvising but she doesn't care. if needed, she can survive off doing just this.

before you could react, she grasped your jaw gently. forcing you to tear your eyes away from her and be taken care of.

helly settled between your neck, leaving kisses on your collarbone and what's exposed. you smell of something so sweet and distinctive it's like a drug to her. waiting on your reactions because she can't be too greedy. even if she wants to.

"fuck—helly," it was overwhelming. and hearing you, all torn apart, made her weak of all sorts. making her moan near your ear, which was like a last straw of the day.

"helly…i-just…"

"i know," helly breathed out. she feels it too, if not twice as intense than you. but she can't compete right now.

her hands travelled down, lower and lower and you bucked your hips into nothing. she let you guide her lips back, cupping her face. she registers no one in the whole fucking department ever handled her with such care. she allows herself to sink in your touch.

and before you reconnected, your noses bump again. uneven breaths and surrendering knees and—

"so, uh—break is like, almost finished. hope you're all good in there."

mark.

helly hoped she will never hear any of them again.

"is he fucking with us right now?" she speaks with eyes still closed. either in disbelief and let-down or to get back together.

"yeah-yeah, some stuff kinda—fell off the shelves so we had to clean up." you yell out. holding onto helly's shoulders for support.

"oh. yeah, happened to me month ago or so. just uh, try to get it cleaned up in five minutes."

you looked back at the redhead that stared like she had received a letter from lumon saying they approved of her quitting the job.

"what?"

"this is not finished. it's not over, we ain't done, we—"

"—okay, okay. you had your chances to get me in the supply room before and now you want to make up for all of them. i don't think so." you teased like you don't wanna stay here forever. hoping the handle broke or something so you're caged in.

"yes and no. i didn't know what i was missing out."

if someone was to tell helly you have some magnetic superpower in you, she would have believed it. she doesn't want to remove her hands off you, or let the heat you two created go back to usual lumon's cold, or see you in the office hunting numbers rather than her lips.

but she has to adapt and get her way somehow. and she will. win both you and that 'leave' letter.

[florencebirdsong]

I want to sink my teeth into Helena and shake her around like a rag doll

[spellsyzygy]

your innie’s first day | a helena/helly r. x reader fic

2.2k words, severance (season 2) canon-adjacent, fem. reader, i wouldn’t call it “proof-read”

| you wake up, confused and knowing nothing about who you are. a newly severed ‘innie’, a half-baked escape plan, and an unfamiliar love. will helly be able to tell you who you are — and do you really want to know the answer?

warnings: mentions of self-mutilation (minimal), blood (minimal), power imbalance (?), violence (minimal), mentions of suicide (helly r.), girls kissing (ohohoho!), not a slow burn.

before you read (SEVERANCE S2 SPOILERS): helena & outie!r have an established relationship. this fic can be read in two different ways (with true helly or with helena masquerading as her — whatever floats your boat). outie!r met helly during the lumon event (they have a positive relationship) . outie!r does not know the extent of what lumon is up to or what really happens on the severed floor.

—

> ?:??am, innie, lumon’s severed floor

your face is pressed against a cool, flat surface. the back of your head throbs. you groan and sit up, the walls around you are bare. it seems like you’re in some sort of conference room. but if that's true, why are you lying in the center of the table?

“hi there, you on the table!” a cheery, but rather nervous voice echos from the device in front of you.

“who is that?” you back away from the device carefully, pulling your skirt further down over your legs.

“would you be interested in answering a few questions?” the voice asks.

you don’t respond, instead you plop off the table and onto the floor. you scan the room, the only way out appears to be through the metal door behind you.

‘i need a weapon.’ you run your hands up and down the chairs, searching for anything of use. you turn the first chair over, ‘nothing.’

“uh- e-excuse me! i understand you may feel confused, but i strongly believe answering these questions will help you feel better.”

under the second chair, you feel something wiggle against your pull. a long piece of metal, a screw. it’s not very sharp but it’ll do. you start to work it out of the chair.

“s-sure. i’ll answer a few questions.” you’ll play along, for now.

“thank you! okay, first question; who are you?”

you stop. you don’t know the answer. “i…” you fiddle with the end of the screw — its almost out. you tug it free and slide it up your blouse sleeve. “i don’t know.”

“just confirming, you don’t know who you are?” the voice asks.

you sigh and look up trying to spy any cameras hidden in the fluorescent lights, “sorry. i don’t.”

the voice asks you a few more questions, something about a state and another about your mother’s eye color. then, you hear the door click open. you back up against the opposite wall, palming the screw in your hand. a brown-haired man in a suit walks in and shuts the door behind him.

“don’t fucking touch me…” you growl.

he picks up the chair you knocked over and sits, “you got a perfect score and in record time, congratulations.” he smiles at you. “you’re a very good listener.”

something inside you stirs. “what do you want from me?”

“a better question is ‘what do you want from lumon’?” he sets down a file folder and spreads out a few papers. “how about knowing who you are?” he motions to the chair across from him.

you grip the screw so tightly it digs into your skin. you may have forgotten your name, but that doesn’t mean you're helpless. you step towards the man, cautiously.

the door clicks open again, a red-headed woman enters and stares at you, “drop it.”

you let the screw fall to the floor, you don’t even realize you complied until you hear it thud on the carpet.

“he’s right, you are a good listener.” she smirks at you and takes a seat at the head of the table, motioning to the seat across from the man.

“helly… i had it under control.” he groans.

“really? cause it looked like she was about to stab you.”

you stagger forward and sit down, eyes darting from one face to the other. the man clears his throat.

“hello! i’m mark s. this is helly r.” he turns a paper around to you, “and according this this, you’re—“

your ears ring as you look at the paper in front of you. it has your name on it and there’s an ID photo of yourself paperclipped to the corner; you’re smiling in the picture. it makes your stomach hurt.

“that’s me?” you question, touching the picture.

“that’s you.” helly answers, she leans in and studies your face.

mark explains the ultimate work/life balance to you, severance.

“why would i sever?” you ask and stare up at mark.

“yeah, why would you sever?” helly inquires, she stares at you in awe, but you’re not sure why.

“you mean; why would your outie sever” he smiles and clears his throat again, “unfortunately, why our outies sever is up to them. that information cannot be disclosed in respect of their privacy.”

“privacy? it’s my-“

“how about a tour?!” mark shoots up and collects the papers back into the folder. helly scoffs but stands and steps towards the door. mark beats her to it and holds it open, motioning for you to follow. helly nods her head slightly.

“c’mon,”

you follow them down hallway after unending hallway. you cross your arms as you trudge your way to your new home, macrodata refinement. your supervisor, mr. milchek takes time to introduce you to the rest of your team and sits you down at your desk.

“mark, would you please elaborate on today’s task for our new friend? and — while you’re doing that, i’ll prepare us some fresh, succulent melon” milchek extends the last word of his sentence with a sing-songy tune. he pats your shoulders before slipping out the door.

mark explains the work to you. it’s mysterious and important — that’s been made clear. but you can’t focus on the numbers in front of you; your mind is reeling and it doesn’t help that your coworker, dylan, keeps glaring at you.

“why the fuck would they add a new person to the team after what happened? she’s totally a spy.” he peers over his divider at you.

you huff in response.

“if she’s a spy she’s total shit at it.” helly chides, leaning back in her chair to look at you. “her heads down and her hands are over her ears.”

you scoff and push yourself away from your desk. “wow, you guys are awesome.” your words dripping with sarcasm.

you you think a coffee will make you feel better; you head to the kitchen and pour yourself a cup. as you lean against the counter and sip, you do feel a little better.

“hey,” helly coos from the doorway, “sorry, we’re being assholes.” she moves in closer to you, “except dylan, he’s actually like that all the time.”

you let out a small laugh and her eyes light up. she pours herself a cup and leans against the counter next to you. she taps her fingers against her mug.

“at least the coffee here is good.” helly raises her mug to you and takes a sip.

“like we’d know any better?” you snap. “sorry.” you rub your hand against your forehead, “now who’s being an asshole?”

she chuckles. “you’re handling things a lot better than i did when i first got here.”

“i was going to stab mark.” you retort.

“still, way better than me.” she sets her mug down, “i tried everything to get out of here.”

she tells you of all her methods; swallowing a message, writing all over her arms, and of course — a suicide attempt.

“that was the closest i came to getting out of here, until…”, she trails off and shuffles uncomfortably. “anyways, what i’m trying to say is… it gets better..” she straightens her posture and heads back towards her desk.

“thank you.” you reach out and touch her arm, smiling. “um, sorry, could you point me towards the restroom?” she returns your smile and points down the hall.

you hold the empty coffee mug close to you as you make your way to the bathroom. you have a plan in mind. it’s more of an idea really — an act of rebellion? that has a better ring to it than “self mutilation”.

you peel off your blouse, leaving you in your cami, and wrap it around the mug. you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror, it causes you to waver. you look meek, pupils big and dialated. you suck in a breath and smash the mug against the counter. you feel it shatter and unwrap the garment; pulling out a thick, jagged shard. you shake the rest of the ceramic into the sink and bite down on the cloth. ‘here we go.’

the shard hovers against your skin, you’re not sure what to write. what do you want to say to this other version of yourself? you’re not sure if you have the pain tolerance for a manifesto, so you decide a simple ‘FUCK YOU’ will suffice. you press into your forearm, blood starts trickling down to the floor. it leaves dark, crimson splats on the bathroom tile.

you’re just about to add the next slash when the bathroom door flies open. mark & mr. milchek storm in.

“shit!” mark rushes towards you, pressing his hand down against your bleeding arm. “what are you doing?!”

milchek rips the shirt out of your mouth and smacks your wrist hard, causing the shard to fly out of your hand and into a mirror. helly pushes into the bathroom, pausing to take in the scene infront of her.

“just leaving my outie a message,” you gasp and a drained laugh escapes from you. helly’s mouth is left hanging open in a stunned half-smile.

milchek’s head snaps towards helly, “you’re at fault for this somehow — aren’t you?” he pushes mark off you and grabs your wrists. “and you were doing so well.” he pulls you towards the door, “i’m most disheartened with you. let’s ensure you don’t repeat this behavior.” he smiles at you but his grip is rough and unkind.

“mr. milchek, please!” mark shouts, “t-the cut isn’t that bad. we can say it happened when she was helping cut melon — that she was being clumsy! please, mr. milchek.”

milchek glares at you, then mark.

“two attempted suicides on your record? i don’t think that will be received well, but what do i know?” helly picks a piece of lint off her sweater and flicks it towards milchek. she makes no efforts to hide the giant grin on her face.

he releases his grip on you and stares at helly, “fine.” he forces a smile, “but this…” he motions to the mess you made, “is coming out of your paycheck.” he points at helly before storming out.

“gladly.” helly sneers, flipping milchek off as he exits.

she races towards you and clamps her hand over your wound. she raises her eyebrows towards mark and motions to the door.

“i-i’ll go get some bandages…” mark stutters and rushes out of the restroom.

helly smiles down at you, her eyes flick from yours to your wrist.

your blood starts to seep through her fingers, “what was your message gonna be?” she doesn’t seem to mind.

you sigh and shake your head, “‘fuck you’”. helly laughs in disbelief.

“poetic.” she teases.

you laugh, shakily. another wave of nausea washes over your body and you start to cry. helly pulls you into her, letting your rest your forehead against her shoulder.

“i keep thinking i’m going to wake up soon” you whimper and look up at her, “why are you being so nice to me?” she brushes a strand of hair off your face. “that’s like the only reason i don’t think this is hell.” you let out a hollow laugh.

“cause i was you.” she leans closer to you, “and you’re a good person, so it’s easy...”

you scoff, “how could you possibly know that?”

“it’s… a long story.” her eyes linger on your lips, “way too much for a first day. but, trust me.” her breath is shaky. she acts like she’s known you her whole life. her grip on your arm is tight, like she’s scared to let you go.

you wonder if she can hear your heart beating, it’s practically pounding out of your chest. your memory only stretches two hours before this moment, you can’t help but trust her. she’s being so kind and she’s so beautiful. your stomach flip-flops.

“do we know each other out there, helly?” you touch her arm and she trembles.

“y-yeah.” her eyes trail all along your body. “i can’t believe you’re here.”

you raise your hand to her cheek, “do… do you know if we’re close?” your arm has stopped bleeding now but you feel light-headed.

“uh-huh.” her breath hitches, “we are…” she sways towards you, her forehead pressing against yours. “i can’t believe you’re really here…”

you lean forward, she cups your cheeks and kisses you.

she yanks herself away, “i’m sorry—“

you pull her into another kiss and helly melts, you're so gentle with her. she struggles to be gentle with you; her nails dig into your waist, her kisses are getting rough and messy. you push back against her, “helly—“ you gasp.

she pulls away, panting, “s-sorry…”

you smirk and pat her shoulder.

“s’kay” you roll your shoulders back and clear your throat, “mark will be back soon.”

helly wets a few paper towels and wipes the blood of you. she dabs away the red handprint she left on the side of your face.

“i-im sorry,” she blots your cut, “i don’t know what i was—“

“helly, stop it.” you rest your hand on hers, “was that um… something our outies would do?”

helly nods.

“w-would you like to… do it again… sometime…?” your leg bounces anxiously.

her face burns red, “yes.” she blurts.

“are we—“

you’re cut off by mark slamming into the door, his arms are full of first aid materials. he lays them on the counter.

“i got bandages, tape, some other stuff, more bandages…” mark trails off, “i kinda just grabbed everything.”

you like mark. he makes you laugh, even when he doesn’t mean to.

he and helly start to bandage you up, they’re both so gentle with you. even when mark lifts you onto the counter, he’s treating you like your made of glass. you wonder if he knows who you are out there. you hope he thinks you’re a good person too. ‘good people apologize for trying to stab others…’ you reprimand yourself.

“i’m sorry i tried to stab you.” it comes out as a quick whisper, you expected it to be louder.

“don’t worry about it, seriously.” mark secures the bandage on your arm, “helly nailed me with a speaker during her interview.”

“which i apologized for.” helly states.

“i really don’t think you did!” mark laughs, “anyways, all better now.” he helps you down off the counter.

they walk you back to MDR and you actually start to get a hang of the numbers! though, you hate the ones that make your teeth hurt. its strange, the hours seem to fly by now. before you know it, milchek is knocking on the doorframe.

“time to clock out.” he orders. you rise and follow him towards the elevator.

helly smiles, “see you soon.”

—

> 6:30pm, outie, helena eagen’s house

“they said i got it from a cake-cutting mishap…” you winch as you rub your bandaged forearm, “atleast i got cake.” you smile up at your girlfriend.

“you didn’t have to do this,” helena huffs as she prods at her dinner, “i could have talked him out of it — it’s a big decision and if you felt pressured i-“

“lena…” you groan, “i’m fine.” you grab her hand from across the table and give it a squeeze. “i promise, babe.”

she smirks, “thank you.”

“do you think she recognizes me in there?” you bite your bottom lip. ‘i shouldn’t have asked that.’

helena drops her fork and rubs her forehead, “i don’t know.” you trace your thumb across her hand. she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “i’m sure you’re a good influence on her,” helena kisses your hand, “i just hope i’m not a bad influence on you.”

you lean across the table and kiss her, “always are.” you tease.

> end.

a/n: helly wants that cookie so f’ing bad. ty for reading! pls leave me suggestions for more severance fics!

[rubyboobidoo]

hello my loves im back from the dead!! and i'm currently hyperfixating on helena/helly like crazy and there are nowhere near enough fics for her... so please let me know if you have any ideas!

[sobbing2sapphic]

i think the severance fandom is the first fandom I’ve ever seen that leans more towards thoughtful analyses of episodes, theories, and cute or morbid fanart, over fanfics and shipping. but also I’ve not seen ONE post saying something nasty like “helly r come spit in my mouth” or even something basic like “i need mark s carnally”

[blairs-sillylittleblog]

Seth Milchick x Reader: Performance Review

WARNING: my writing is ass.

Set in season 2 episode 6

You and Milchick had been having feelings for each other for a while. He’d always been fond of you and had protected you from Ms Cobel and the breakroom. He had tried to make the feelings go away but he couldn’t help the way he felt. You were looking for him because the refinement team had asked you to ask him for something. They sent you because they all knew you were his favorite and he was nicer to you. You both were always making googly eyes at each other and you spent more time with him than anyone else did. He’d always have an excuse to have you by his side, he’d ask you to help with melon and egg bars, help with paper work, etc, etc, etc. This allowed you two to get somewhat close, that is as close as possible without him letting his corporate mask fall off too much. After a long time of roaming through the Lumon halls, you found him in a dark room with an almost empty massive jar of paper clips. His hands were shaky and you could’ve sworn his eyes were a bit teary. “Ms. y/l/n, what are you doing here?” He said as he put down his shaky hands. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” You were surprised to find him in that state. Mr Milchick almost always kept his composure. “I’m doing just fine. How can I help you Ms. y/n?” he said coldly. But you could tell that he was in distress. “Milchick what happened?” He looked down. You walked over to the table he was standing by and saw the performance review. He had mentioned it to you before and he let you know he was nervous about it. “Come on talk to me. Was it really that bad? What happened?” He finally looked at you, he was tense and on edge, he handed you the performance review and you flipped through it. “Milchick this is ridiculous! Using a paper clip the wrong way? Is that what you’re doing? Practicing?” He shot a stern look at you. “Look, Seth, I’ve seen how hard you’ve been working and how huge your workload and responsibilities are, why are you letting them treat you like this? They’re nagging you about using a paper clip wrong? That’s not okay!” He took a forced deep breath and said “I need to be better”. You put a comforting hand on his arm and his posture seemed to relax a bit. “I just want to be better”. He said and sighed, the corporate mask slipping off more and more. “Seth you’re a wonder person and paperclips and big words don’t matter that much, please don’t let this review affect you like this, I mean it.” He grabbed your hand from his arm and held it between his hands. “Thank you y/n” you both looked at each other in silence for a moment and then you pulled him into a hug. He was surprised and hesitant to hug you back, but he slowly gave into the hug. “Thank you y/n” he whispered into your ear while tightening his embrace “Of course Seth”. You gave him the comfort no one else had ever given to him.

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[cobelschewtoy]

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[cobelschewtoy]

Rewarding Loyalty

Harmony Cobel x Helena Eagan x Reader

Sapphic Severance Week 2025 - Day 2: Loyalty

Summary: The company deems you should be rewarded. All rewards of this nature are to be overseen by an Eagan and, as your mentor, Ms. Cobel will be the one to administer it.

Or, Ms. Cobel fucks you in front of Ms. Eagan.

Tags: dubious consent, power imbalance, mentor/mentee, fingering, voyeurism, praise kink, inexperienced reader

Words: 1.5k

Author's Note: By the company, I do mean Helena asjsjndnd. The idea hit me and then I wrote this in one sitting. Enjoy <3

Reader is wearing a skirt and panties.

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You follow Ms. Cobel, your mentor at Lumon Industries, as she walks to Ms. Eagan’s office. All Ms. Cobel has told you so far is that you’re to be rewarded for your loyalty to the company, and that Ms. Eagan will be overseeing it.

Ms. Cobel knocks on Ms. Eagan’s door and you take a deep breath. You’ve never been summoned to her personal office before and it’s nerve-racking. You can’t even enjoy the beautiful view the floor-to-ceiling windows offer.

“Come in,” Ms. Eagan’s smooth voice says.

Ms. Cobel holds the door open for you, a new experience, and you nervously step inside. Ms. Eagan is sitting behind her desk, wearing a pleasant smile. One you’ve seen in countless photos. Strangely, there’s a table in front of her placed perpendicularly to her desk. Since it’s in the spot you would normally stand when talking in Ms. Cobel’s office, you awkwardly stop next to it.

Ms. Cobel closes the door behind you and stands of to the side. You shoot her a nervous glance but her expression has yet to change. It rarely does.

“I would like to personally congratulate you on your efforts yesterday,” Ms. Eagan says.

“It’s what anyone would have done, ma’am,” you say meekly.

“Unfortunately not,” she says.

 You aren’t sure how to respond and you send Ms. Cobel another glance. She now has her hands clasped together in front of her. You copy the stance.

“Loyalty is always rewarded at Lumon,” Ms. Eagan says continues. “Sit on the table.”

“The…table?” you ask hesitantly.

“We wouldn’t want Ms. Cobel to kneel on the hard floor, now would we?” Ms. Eagan says with that same pleasant smile.

You have no idea why Ms. Cobel would need to kneel on the floor but you shake your head and obediently move to sit on the table. Bizarrely, Ms. Cobel guides you to sit on the edge facing the window, leading you to have to turn your head to look at Ms. Eagan. Your legs hang in the air and you cross your legs. Half to keep some semblance of professionalism and half so you don’t accidentally flash Ms. Cobel.

“Look at me,” Ms. Cobel says and you do immediately.

She steps closer, her skirt brushing your knees. Your hands flex in your lap. She’s rarely this close, despite your own desires, and she isn’t holding anything. What could the reward possibly be?

One hand hooks under the knee of the leg you’ve crossed on top. She gently lifts it and uncrosses your legs. You let her. Ms. Cobel will sometimes move you around when you’re in the way and not quite getting the clue. Your excitement when it comes to observing can make you a little oblivious to anything else. You don’t think too much of it, even with Ms. Eagan watching, until her hand dips under the edge of your skirt.

“Ms. Cobel!” you half-gasp, half-protest as you grab onto her hand and stop her.

“Settle down.”

You gape at her. This is not you getting too excited about a result, and yet she’s giving you that exact expression.

“Place your hands on the table,” Ms. Eagan commands.

Your head snaps to look at her and embarrassment floods through you as you realise what she just saw. Then you process what she said. Your eyes flicker nervously between her and Ms. Cobel but you do as she says. You’d never disobey the next in line for Lumon, let alone Kier’s heir. Ms. Cobel places her hands on your knees and gently opens your legs again. 

You can’t say you’ve never thought about her touching you. There’s rarely a night where you don’t daydream, in the safety of your bed, of what your mentor would be like if she touched you. But Ms. Cobel is so professional you had never dreamed of it becoming a reality. And your boss touching you like this is meant to be wrong isn’t it? Yet the head of the company is in the room, watching as your boss touches you however she likes.

You hold your breath as one hand creeps under your skirt. It’s an effort not to close your legs again as she gets closer to your wet heat but you manage. You still startle when her fingers brush against your panties. You squeeze the desk tighter when she finds the wet spot forming on it. Her fingers circle the spot and you have to swallow a whimper. Her fingers are right above your entrance.

“You are free to express yourself,” Ms. Eagan says.

You twitch. Her smooth voice combined with Ms. Cobel’s fingers on you is almost too much. Your eyes flick to her for a moment but quickly skitter away when you see where she’s looking. It’s not at your face.

“This is a reward,” Ms. Cobel says. You meet her eyes and the slight approval there as you opening your legs wider. “Enjoy it.”

She makes it sound so simple that you nod. She pulls your panties aside and runs her fingers through your dripping folds. A shiver runs up your spine. She gathers your wetness for a moment before nudging at your entrance.

“You’ve done so well,” Ms. Cobel says.

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Yes,” Ms. Eagan agrees, “You’re performance has been highly-rated.”

There’s a slight expression shift in Ms. Cobel’s face but you can’t quite read it. You also can’t bring yourself to look at Ms. Eagan with your mentor’s fingers almost inside of you. 

Ms. Cobel circles your entrance one last time before carefully pushing two fingers inside. You whine quietly when she doesn’t stop until she’s three knuckles deep.

“You’re taking your reward well,” Ms. Cobel says, lower this time. “You’re behaving perfectly.”

Another whine escapes you, this one sounding closer to a whimper, and you squirm slightly on her still fingers. They move and you gasp as they begin to slide out of you. You try to open your legs wider, a needy sound escaping you, when you think she’s going to pull out all the way. You moan when she pushes back inside instead. Her pace remains slow and steady. It’s a struggle not to grind down on her fingers, not to beg for more.

“Express yourself,” Ms. Cobel says firmly and her thumb finds your clit.

You press into her hand eagerly as your head tilts back with a moan. You stop trying to hold back. You’ve been given leave to enjoy the reward as you will, so you do. You moan as Ms. Cobel fucks you and whimper when she swipes firmly with her thumb over your clit and try to grind down on her fingers every time they’re completely inside of you. Ms. Eagan would have faded into the background if it weren’t for the sound of her breathing. It’s gotten unsteadier and louder with every noise you make. 

You turn your head and force your eyes open. Her eyes are stuck to where Ms. Cobel’s hand disappears under your skirt. One of her own hands has disappeared below the desk and you swear you can see her arm moving. You buck harder into Ms. Cobel’s hand.

“See what your good behaviour does?” Ms. Cobel asks, too quietly for Ms. Eagan to hear. You nod hurriedly, nails digging into the wood of the desk as you get close to your high. “Such a good thing.”

You cry out as you come, clinging to the desk desperately as Ms. Cobel guides you through it. A stifled moan comes from the direction of Ms. Eagan’s desk and you have to lean on Ms. Cobel for support as you shudder around her. 

You slowly relax into her as your high leaves you, forehead against her shoulder. The lingering tingles making your legs weak. You only straighten up when she pulls her fingers away. She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket and you watch with slight mortification, and a hint of longing, as she wipes her hand clean. Ms. Eagan is entirely composed when you look over at her, both hands back in front of her on the desk.

You smooth out your skirt nervously. Your hands are slightly sore from how hard you were clinging to the desk. Ms. Cobel steps back and gestures for you to get down. You do, leaning on the table at first to make sure your weak legs won’t embarrass you.

“Do not speak of this reward outside of these walls,” Ms. Eagan says. “It does little to make the other workers jealous.”

“Jealousy is not a virtue Kier holds dear,” Ms. Cobel concurs.

You nod. It was doubtful that you would without the warning (how would you even begin?) but now you’ll be sure to mind your tongue.

“Thank you, Ms. Eagan,” you turn to your mentor but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Cobel.”

Ms. Cobel brushes the back of her fingers against your cheek, just for a moment.

“You’re very welcome.”

[cobelschewtoy]

You’re Mine

Helena Eagan x Reader

Summary: Helly kisses what isn’t hers. Helena needs to remind you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: strap-on, hair pulling, rough sex, ficlet

Reader is wearing nondescript pants.

Words: 600

Authors note: Helena give me one chance I swear you won’t regret it.

ao3 | masterlist

Helena watches with cold eyes as Helly kisses your innie. Kisses you. The one good thing Helena has that Helly doesn’t.

It doesn’t matter that Helly made friends. That people care about her in a way they never have about Helena. Because Helena has you. You care about her. You see her and you love her and you’re hers. Helly putting her filthy hands on you is something she won’t tolerate.

Helena’s hands are clenched tight enough for her nails to dig into her skin as she stalks out of her office to find you. You’re at the kitchen table, reaching up for something in the cupboard. She doesn’t care what. She walks up behind you, tension in every line of her body, wraps her fingers around your waist and shoves your hips against the counter. You yelp in surprise, catching yourself so you’re already partially bent over for her.

“Helena?” you ask.

There’s only confusion in your voice. No fear or hate or annoyance. She grinds her hips against yours and feels the way you shiver. The stiff strap-on between her thighs was the right choice. Normally, you’re the one to worship her in the bedroom. This will be a rare treat for you.

She wants you to feel the ache as you make your oblivious way around the severed floor tomorrow.

“Did something happen?” you ask, always so concerned for her.

“Quiet,” she says and grips your hair. You submit instantly, letting her pull you into an arch as she devours you with her eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you say. “Only you.”

Her free hand pulls down your pants while the one in your hair pushes until you’re lying flat. You’re wet enough that she can fill you with one thrust. She isn’t in the mood to give you time to adjust and relishes the way you gasp. She pulls out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside of you. You jolt and moan. Her free hand goes to your hip to keep you still as she fucks into you again.

Her pace is harsh and it isn’t long before she’s pulling you up by your hair again.

“Helena,” you whimper.

She allows a small, greedy sound to escape her.

“Say it again,” she says and tugs at your hair.

“Helena,” you moan.

“Who do you belong to?” she emphasises the question with a rougher thrust of her hips.

“You.”

Helena watches the way you gasp and moan and cling onto the counter. It makes her want to devour you whole but she remains firm in her control. She isn’t an animal.

Instead, she digs her fingers in and watches you slowly fall apart under her. When you start making those little high-pitched noises that mean you’re getting close, she snarls,

“You’re mine.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you chant in time with her thrusts.

She feels the way you tense and break under her. She lets her nails dig in as she watches you writhe and moan for her. She memorises every twitch as you slowly come down. All this time and she still finds watching you fall apart fascinating.

She doesn’t move again until all that’s left of your orgasm is little shivers wracking your spine. She slowly drags her strap out, noting the way your breath hitches, before just as slowly pushing back in.

“Again?” you ask.

“I want you to feel this tomorrow.”

You nod, taking a deep breath. You slowly cross your wrists at the small of your back. She exhales sharply. Yes, this is exactly what she needs.

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these may just be the most beautiful photos that i’ve ever seen

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[cobelschewtoy]

Started three Helly x Helena one shots but finished Ms. Cobel x reader first…

I really do have a type

[cobelschewtoy]

All smut. 18+ minors DNI. Primarily x reader.

ao3 | chewie writes tag

*things without links are TBD

✩ not xreader .ᐣ not smut

Series

Orientation’s Last Resort (0/2) ✩

-> impossible meeting: Helena and Helly meet for the first time, face to face

-> repercussions: helly isn’t going to let helena taking her identity go easily

A Different Sort of Break Room Session

-> ms. cobel developed an erotic fixation on you and pursued you and your outie in what might be termed a ‘throuple’. she succeeded.

Inspection

-> ms cobel summons you to her office after noticing signs of you being unwell

Pencils .ᐣ

-> a small mishap in the lab leads to dr. cobel tending to your injury

You’re Mine

-> Helly kisses what isn’t hers. Helena needs to remind you exactly who you belong to.

Locked In

-> helena wants what helly has. for some reason she thinks locking you both in a room will give it to her (it does)

Handprint

-> helena is in the mood for something a little rougher

Two Options ✩

-> helly finds herself tied down to a bed with two remotes. one that controls the overtime contingency and one that controls the vibrator stuffed inside of her.

Mirror Mirror ✩

-> helena wants a more direct way of fucking with helly

Cobelena

Coaxing Cobel ✩

-> harmony accepts helena’s generous offer which in turn gains her one of the highest rewards

Rewarding Loyalty

-> or, ms cobel fucks you in front of ms eagan

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