Bonnie

summary: truckdriver!abby visits your driveway on a hot summer night after an excruciating day of work, rough fingering, biting, a little bruising here and there!

you see her truck parked near your driveway, spotting her blue eyes peaking at you through the window. her presence begging you to come over. sighing to yourself, you open the door, immediately feeling the humid air sticking to your skin.

as you walk towards the vehicle, you hear a click from the door, watching Abby push it out a little. your body sits itself on the passenger’s side, her gaze glued to your flushed face. you feel yourself shiver at the impact, her lips glistening from her tongue.

“you don’t gotta be nervous… I’m not gonna bite”, her larger hand grasps your trembling body, moving you carefully to the familiar warmth of her lap. you catch the scent of her freckled skin, the aroma of her natural musk slugging your nerves as she kisses your face softly, “do you want me to bite this time?”

she purposely sinks the pads of her fingertips into your soft skin, easily bruising you as she smirks. “answer me”, she whispers softly into your ear. you almost melt on her limbs, her audible penetration slowly thrusting inside your very heart. you nod almost desperately, catching the way her irises fall in disapproval from your mute decision.

you feel a slight sting on your quivering thigh, motivating your brain to comply with her true wish. “please… please bite me wherever you want ok?” you reassure in a such a pathetic tone, abby chuckles at how broken you already seem.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet” she chuckles, mocking your slight pout that naturally forms from your lips whenever you’re teased like this. she calms herself down, focusing on your clothes and their need to exit the scene playing before you.

as she hastily rips off your clothes, you can sense how pent up she feels, her fingers wobbling in movement, her chiseled arms reddening with anticipation. you smile at her recklessness, desire absorbing her entire being at the sight your body.

her soft caresses on your breasts numb you down. whining softly at the sharp pain you feel on your neck from her hot mouth. the wet prickles teasingly grazing at your skin, her primal hunger unabashedly deepening as her teeth sink in your neck. ecstasy seeping out from the slight puncture she carves, groaning on the surface of your shoulder afterwards.

she retreats to your neck, her lips sliding further south. you feel yourself naturally grinding your hips, the cold metal of her belt buckle pressing against your clit so deliciously. abby finds herself enthralled at the sight of your skin rubbing against her grimy work pants, your slick stringing itself against the buckle.

“look at that…”, her eyebrows furrowed, deft fingers now continuing your movement, getting you increasingly soaked just for her.

“you really want me don’t you?”, she looks up at your pleading eyes demanding for an answer. you nod furiously, mumbling sweet whines through her ear, prompting her hand to whisk you further into release.

she complies, guiding you through every thrust. carefully taking in all the soft gasps you produce, her nerves on fire from the sound. her hands interrupt your hips slowly from the repetition and turns you around, your body perched on her thigh as it was meant to be. abby’s right hand dips down your stomach, her middle finger lazily circling your clit as she observes you, so focused on the way your face crinkles in pleasure from her touch.

“please”, you mutter, the only word your lips can sound out for her in this moment. her left hand so tightly wrapped against your waist, already recognizing a bruise forming in a ripe shade of red, reflecting her true devotion towards you.

“what you want it inside?”, she teases against your ear, her ring finger joining in to participate the circular motion.

“yes… please”, you nod with fervor, the quiet sound of your voice almost hypnotic to abby. her fingers comply easily to your request, sinking itself into your warm entrance, soaking in all the wetness you composed throughout the intimate act.

“god you look so pretty”, she whispers, the sweet affirmations almost soothing you from the unrelenting strokes she thrusts inside. you whine loudly against her lips, your body unable to contain itself from the preparation of release. her eyebrows furrow as she toys with that spongy spot, pounding your pussy like it’s a second nature she obtained ever since she layed eyes on you.

you bite your lip as you climax, staring deeply into her eyes the entire way. she gazes down at the milky white streaks leaking on her thick fingers, triggering her to groan loud at the erotic sight.

-masterlist-

> pairing ~ Ellie x Reader

> synopsis ~ Things pile up, and you don't feel like it's right to make Ellie carry this kind of weight with you. She has other plans, though, showing up when you need her most

> word count ~ 705

> content warning ~ hurt/comfort, self isolation, im basically just projecting onto reader, vague social pressure, 'independence' which is basically just bottling up emotions

> note ~ i just wrote this because i really want to write. sorry if it sucks :')

> likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated!

You’re locked in your room, the blinds barely letting in the only sliver of light you can’t block. Besides that, it’s pitch black. You have your knees drawn up to your chest, arms wrapped around them like you’re forming a cocoon simultaneously composed of self defense and self hatred. You can feel the swelling of your eyes and lips, the wetness against your cheeks, the force of every sob that scratches out of your throat.

tired sevika x brothel worker reader

After a particularly draining day, Sevika finds comfort in the embrace of her favorite brothel girl

cw: hurt/comfort, suggestive, mentions of drugs and alcohol, age gap(reader is in her late 20s), reader is insecure and sensitive, sev is awkward and bad at feelings, reader has mommy issues.

wc: 2414

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Exhaling smoke from her nose, Sevika waded through the neon-lit streets of the Undercity. It'd been a long time since she felt this angry, frustrated and just... tired. After Silco's death, the onus of maintaining at least some form of peace in Zaun fell on her shoulders; and she'd not known a moment of rest ever since.

As she reached her destination, she looked up at the bright sign above her, which read "Babette's." Sevika sighed, she hadn't been there in weeks, wishing to break her nasty habit. However, there was something, or rather someone, that still lured her in. Groaning to herself, she stumped out her cigarette and walked in.

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You were lying in your usual spot on the velvet couch, the cheap material chafing your skin. Today, you'd opted for a pastel purple lingerie set with lace trimmings, pairing it with color-matching thigh highs, your signature white high-heels discarded on the floor. The previous customer, a fairly rich chem baron, had just left. The alcohol still coursing through your body, you rearranged your tired limbs into a sitting position, glancing at the clock. It was 5am, only one hour left until the end of your shift. Humming contently, you were about to begin gathering your things, when the dark-red curtain at the entrance of your room slowly opened, a familiar muscular figure stepping inside.

"Hey, already paid for an hour," she stated matter-of-factly, reaching the couch in a few long strides.

Right, it was Sevika, previously known as Silco's second-in-command, and also your regular of eight months. You were surprised to see the woman, given she hadn't sought you out in weeks.

"H-hey, baby. Wait a sec-" you muttered, adjusting your slightly messy hair and reaching for your discarded heels.

"You don't gotta fuss like that, just come here," she rasped out, patting the spot beside her on the couch.

Dropping your heels back on the floor, you scooched closer to her, tucking your knees beneath you. "Haven't seen you in a while, baby... thought you'd forgotten about me..." you slurred out, putting on your signature smile, your knees teasingly touching her thigh. As your gaze finally met hers, you couldn't help but notice that she looked a little... different. Granted, she had always been gruff and curt, but something else was mixed in with her usual dead-pan expression today. Something you couldn't quite place yet.

Upon hearing your words, she grunted, leaning forward to ring the bell, calling the waitress in. Soon after, a young woman with an apron around her waist appeared in front of you two.

"Glass of whiskey, neat. And for her..." She paused, stealing a glance at you. "Most expensive wine you got." Being a regular, Sevika knew of all the peculiarities of your job; she was aware that you received a cut of all the profits you made from drinks, so she always made sure to order the most costly one.

As the waitress left, you put your delicate hand on Sevika's shoulder, a bright smile adorning your lips. "Thank you, baby!"

You were thankful, really; however, downing a whole bottle of wine at five in the morning was not exactly something you were looking forward to.

"You don't gotta drink it, just bought it so you'd make more money" the larger woman stated plainly, as if reading your mind. Her gaze was dancing along the curves of your body, until it reached your cheerful face. Yeah, you definitely didn't need any more drinks.

"Oh, thank you... you're so sweet," you murmured, a more genuine smile rising to your lips.

For some inexplicable reason, Sevika's heart beat faster at your words. She wrapped her arm securely around your waist, guiding you to straddle her lap.

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You glanced at the clock; it'd already been twenty minutes since she came in, but all she had been doing is holding you in her lap and occasionally taking sips of her whiskey. Every one of your attempts at striking up a conversation or initiating something was met with quiet grunts and curt replies. All of it was really unlike Sevika; she was usually quite impatient, wanting to jump into action right away.

Well, you'd dealt with customers like that before; usually a bold initiative would lift their spirit. "Hey, baby..." you murmured lowly, your manicured fingers reaching back for the clasp of your bra.

Before you could do anything, Sevika's human hand grabbed one of your wrists, effectively stopping you. "Not in the mood today," she sighed, taking another sip of her whiskey as her other hand returned to your hip.

Well, that you did not expect. Was she... not attracted to you anymore? Somehow, your thoughts always managed to take a self-deprecating turn. Your lack of confidence was unsurprising, considering the horrible things you sometimes heard from clients working in a place like that.

As your smile fell, Sevika felt a pang of guilt pierce her usually rigid heart. "Fuck, just had a really long day, doll. I don't even know why I came..." she trailed off, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze.

Feeling your spirits rise again at the familiar nickname, you wrapped your arms around her toned shoulders, your faces close. "Well, I'm glad you came baby, I missed you..." you said softly. It was a half-truth, really. While she was, obviously, your favorite customer, always respectful despite her gruff demeanor, you were just so tired by that point. The alcohol, and god knows what else, running through your veins, the perpetual headache, the weariness from the events of the night— the last booking was always the hardest to get through.

A rare chuckle left Sevika's lips as her arms wrapped around your waist securely, pressing you even closer to her. "Bet you say that to everyone, doll."

"Oh no, you got me!" you chuckled, emboldened by the slight shift in her demeanor. Laying your head on her shoulder, you whispered: "But you really are my favorite, you know..."

The bigger woman felt her heart squeeze painfully; for some reason she wanted to believe you at that moment. Gosh, she felt pathetic, like one of those lonely fools that fall in love with brothel girls after a few flattering words.

"Yeah? You like an old brute like me?" she chucked before continuing. "You are my favorite too..." she muttered lowly, a hint of vulnerability in her tone.

Her words made you let out a high-pitched giggle as you raised your head in an attempt to peck her cheek. Unfortunatly, your movements were still uncoordinated from certain substances, so you just ended up bumping your forehead against her chin. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry, baby! "

It didn't hurt, but Sevika still frowned, her fingers gently grasping your chin. "Do they make you take this shit here? The clients or Babette?"

Obviously, she'd noticed that you were under the influence a couple of times before, but she didn't say anything, convincing herself that it was none of her business.

"There was just this one client today that wanted me to do shimmer with him; that`s all! It`s not like i`m an addict…" you pouted, tilting your head at her.

Feeling her frustration rise, Sevika unwittingly tightened her hold on your chin, a bitter huff escaping her lips. Did you seriously take drugs from some random man? How could you be so stupid?

"Stupid girl… you're just too weak for this job. Why bother if you can`t even do it without shimmer pumping in your veins?" the woman raised her voice, though she regretted the harsh words the second she saw tears well up in your eyes. Immediately, her hand moved to gently cup your cheek instead, panic enveloping her heart. She was aware how insecure and sensitive you were, crying at every mean word thrown your way. God, she really didn't want to be like one of those asshole clients that didn't know how to treat the girls here.

"H-hey, I didn`t mean it like that, doll… Fuck, i`m sorry…" she muttered frantically, her usual mask of composure cracking as she heard your weak sniffles. Her metal hand raising to awkwardly pat your head, she continued: "I was just projecting, pretty girl. I`m no better than you really…. I just… I was worried," Sevika finally confessed, her heartbeat quickening as she awaited your reaction. She just hoped that you`d stop crying, that you`d give her one of your signature smiles again.

Heeding her last words, your sniffles stopped abruptly, eyes wide with surprise. The usually emotionally constipated Sevika admitting she was worried about you, a simple working girl, was not something you'd expected to hear. "Umm... It was just a little mean, but I'm not mad... baby," you hiccuped, trying to put on your usual high-pitched customer service voice, though it came out shaky.

Sevika groaned, frustrated with herself, her thumb moving to trace your bottom lip. "Fuck... What can I do to make you feel better? I can tip you real good... or just hold you... whatever you want, doll." Her voice coming out strained and panicked, she could barely recognize it. Why was the thought of you hating her so gut-wrenching?

As your puffy eyes met her worried ones, a warm feeling began spreading through your body. This older woman holding you so gently, trying to comfort you the best she could, you were beginning to have certain thoughts. Thoughts, that probably, stemmed from your long-buried mommy issues. Your gaze unintentionally dropping to her plump lips, you gulped nervously, heat rising to your face. Yeah, this would certainly make you feel better.

"Kiss me," you breathed out, voice devoid of your usual playfulness.

There was a rule Sevika had established from the very beginning— no kissing. It just felt too... real, too emotional. She'd never admit it, but with you, she was especially afraid of getting attached any more than she already had. Though, at that moment, she felt her resolve crumble: your sweet bashful expression, your puffy, expectant eyes, your plump, waiting lips. Letting out a defeated groan, she tentatively leaned in, connecting your lips. The adorable, surprised moan you let out into the kiss only served to embolden her as she eagerly swirled her tongue with yours.

Well, you didn't expect Sevika to give in so easily; your hands finding her short hair for leverage as you tried to keep up with her movements. She was kissing you like a woman starved, like she'd been wanting to do that for ages.

Once she pulled away, you couldn't help but let out a happy giggle, your tears long dried down. The kiss... It felt real; and you hadn't felt anything real in so long. It was like a balm on your weary mind. Despite your job, you were a romantic at heart. "Well, seems like you don't actually mind kisses that much, baby."

Heat rushing to her face at your teasing tone, Sevika wrapped her arms tighter around your waist, burying her face in your shoulder. She couldn't bear to look into your eyes right now: not only because the smile that now adorned your face didn't feel practiced, but also because you were making her... weak. And as the new leader of Zaun, she couldn't afford to be weak. "That's what you do to me... making me... feel things," she spoke, her words muffled and warm against your shoulder.

Momentarily, Sevika raised her head, the wall clock catching her eye. Eight minutes left... eight minutes until she walks out of this dingy room and spends weeks trying to forget you again. Will she ever break this cycle? No, she probably never will. The brothel was convenient to someone like her: to someone who was afraid of endangering the people she cared about, to someone who devoted so much time to her work she could never have enough for a partner, to a scarred, broken woman who couldn't even be open about her goddamn feelings! Letting out a low groan of frustration into your shoulder, she felt your hand thread through her short locks. So... affectionately, so... gently. Tentatively, her gaze rose to meet yours, heeding the concern and remnants of bashfulness in your expression. Everything be damned, she couldn't take this anymore!

"D-doll, say I wanna see you outside this goddamn place... like take you to some nice place and spoil you..." she began, voice vulnerable and hesitant. "And don't worry, it won't just be about sex, we could... talk, or rather, you could talk, and I could fucking listen," she groaned as she found confusion in your eyes, your head tilted cutely. "Of course I'd pay you for your time... Unless, maybe, you don't wanna be paid for that?"

As she finished, Sevika felt like an idiot, like a damn lovesick teenager. Why was asking you out way harder than trying to unite the rivaling gangs of Zaun?

"Like a date?" you muttered nervously. Obviously, you'd had clients asking to meet up somewhere else before, or even promising to "save you from this life". In fact, there had been multiple girls in the past who'd broken out of this industry thanks to a generous client, only to come back a few months later with no money to their name. It was a pipe dream, really. And whores did not have dreams. Your job had taught you to never trust anyone, to always look for a catch, but, as you studied Sevika's expression, you found nothing but sincerity and nervousness in her eyes.

"A date? Sure, doll, let's go on a date," the bigger woman chuckled incredulously. Her? The formidable leader of the Undercity? Asking out a woman she liked? It felt ridiculous, and yet—

"I'd love to, actually..." you murmured, heart beating wildly. In all honesty, you'd harbored special feelings for Sevika from your very first meeting, but the several years of experience at the brothel had taught you to never get attached.

"Fuck, really? Tomorrow at 6pm... I'll pick you up, yeah? Gonna take you to the nicest fucking restaurant in this shithole," Sevika muttered almost frantically, eyes widening with surprise.

"Sounds good to me, baby," you giggled.

After hearing your affirmative response, Sevika cupped your cheek, admiring your bashful smile. She leaned in, her lips connecting to yours in a more controlled, gentle kiss...

Both of you could feel hope filling your hearts for the first time in ages.

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