lowultima

[lowultima]

𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙶𝚞𝚝𝚜…

𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙴

There’s smut at the end, I assure you.

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The morning was..grim, to say the least.

By morning, Vi meant twelve in the afternoon- nursing an unfortunate hangover and quietly anguishing the look on your face when she looked down at you…

God she was sick.

When she found the will to get out of bed around one, she pounded some Tylenol and an instant coffee from the hotel rooms Keurig- more so in a daze as she replayed the previous night over, and over, and over again.

It’s not like she could sleep- she just…laid there. The entire night.

Like a pussy. Like a coward.

She could have gone over. Could have knocked on the door and apologized, or told you that you didn’t actually love her- that it was just a phase, a lapse in judgment, something to fill the silence that came after you left her room…

But she didn’t.

Of course coach planned an afternoon conditioning- because why the fuck not?

The walk to the nearby park was even worse. Vi couldn’t see you- and she wasn’t sure if she could face you. She looked like shit, which was pretty on par with how she felt too.

Standing in formation, she glanced over to Gert, who was looking down at her feet, actively sweating- fidgeting with her hands.

Vi raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was either hungover and trying not to puke like the rest of them- or if something was bothering her.

Vis head turned as their coach droned on about the importance of this last game, when vi glanced beside her again, she met Gerts eyes- only for hers to dart away.

Vi knew something was up.

She leaned to the side a little. “You..okay?”

Gert nodded a little “uh-yeah- yeah it’s- I’m fine.” She muttered.

Vi’s eyes looked ahead of her again. Something was definitely up. She might not have cared to know much about her teammates- but she knew them well enough to know when one of them wasn’t acting right.

“No, you’re not. You sick or somethin?” She sighed out, more so annoyed than curious.

“….”

“Well?” Vi stated, still looking ahead

“She..she didn’t come back to our room last night.”

“Uh..who?” Vi said, the cogs turning in her head…

Vi’s head whipped to the side to face Gert as she put the pieces together, eyes wide with a mixed expression of fear and anger.

“… the fuck did you just say?” She stated, tone quiet, but in severe warning.

“I..haven’t seen her since- since last night. Her dress is on our rooms floor b-but she isn’t back.”

Vi immediately took Gerts wrist, and dragged her out of formation.

“Lanes! We need you for this drill!” Coach yelled out.

“I need a minute!!” Vi yelled back, taking Gert a couple yards away.

When they stopped, vi turned around “where is she??”

“I just told you I don’t know!” She whispered harshly. “I thought she went and slept in someone else’s room I- I didn’t think anything of it.”

“So she’s not here?”

“..no.”

Vi paused, eyes wide as she looked around- hoping you were in the crowd somewhere, hoping Gert was just wrong…but she didn’t see you. Anywhere. she turned back to Gert.

“Well?! When did you last see her?” Vi asked exasperatedly.

“At the bar-what about you?”

“She made it back to the hotel. We went together.” Vi stated, palm cupping over her mouth as she tried to think about where you could possibly be- regret and fear playing over in her mind.

The two continued to harshly whisper to each other, Vi becoming more and more distressed.

“Well? Call her!” Vi said.

“Don’t you think I tried that already?!” Gert snapped.

“We’ll call her again, text her- hell email her if you have to-“

“Wait- Why were you two even together in the first place??”

Vi paused.

“I-she- she was drunk, had to take her back before some prick got a hold of her.”

“Why in the world would she leave then??” Gert asked, mostly to herself-but vi could feel the weight on her shoulders bearing down, crushing her.

“I-we got into a fight, like..like we usually do she left my room and then-“

“Why was she in your room??”

“Does it fucking matter? The point is that we have to find her!” Vi snapped loudly.

“Find who?” Jules asked, walking up- slightly sweaty from her drills.

Vi and Gert looked between each other, panic laced in their expressions as Jules raised an eyebrow.

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“ffffuuuucck, holy fuck guys- we’re.so.fucked.” Jules groaned as they all paced you and Gerts’ hotel room, looking over your things in a way to piece together where the fuck you had gone.

“Shut up! And stop touching shit! I’m trying to figure out what happened here..” Gert muttered, hands on her hips as she looked over your messily scattered items.

“You’re not a fucking detective Gert…and you probably shouldn’t go through her shit. What if you find a dildo or somethin.” Jules huffed, falling back on one of the crappy lounge chairs in the corner of the hotel room as Gert riffled through your duffle bag.

Gert rolled her eyes “we’ve shared a room all fucking season, if she had a sex toy- I’d know about it. It’s not like any of us are getting laid around here anyway..” she muttered, much to Vi’s discomfort.

Vi’s teeth ground together in silent agony- knowing if she had just apologized, done something- said something, anything- you’d be safe- and okay- and you probably would hate her but you’d be safe.

You hated her, of course you fucking hated her. Since the beginning- even if your orgasmic words played through her mind like a broken record- heart pounding everytime the words ‘I love you’ popped into her head..

If only vi wasn’t such a fuck up..

“Okay. She’s had the same wardrobe this entire tour. The only things missing are some of her conditioning gear and her phone- and her headphones too..” she muttered.

“Okay, so she’s just..conditioning.”

“For over 12 hours??”

“I…ugh! Janna’s sake, She’s never been gone this long before..what if..what if something happened to her-“

“-Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you fucking say it.” Vi suddenly snapped, voice filled with distraught as she walked in a few circles, hands on her hips.

Gert and Jules looked between each other, then to Vi’s turned back as she ran her hands through her short hair, taking a deep breath.

“Try calling her again.”

“Vi, we already tried-“

“Just try it again!” She said, taking Gerts phone from her hand and trying to unlock it.

“Ugh!” Vi yelled out in frustration throwing it at Jules.

“What the fuck?!” Jules yelled.

“Vi- you need to calm the hell down-“

“I’m going to find her.” Vi said.

“Coach needs us back on the field-we’re late enough as it is-“

“So you’re gonna go back onto the field knowing one of our own is fucking missing??” Vi laughed in bewilderment.

“Vi, why do you care so much?” Gert asked

A pregnant pause filled the air, vi walked to the door.

“Of you’re not gonna at least try to do something, I will.” Vi stated, slamming the door behind her.

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Your body felt like it was on fire.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Your sneakered’ feet hit the dirt with every drill you ran, touching a tree from one side of the rec center to the other.

Your shirt was sweaty, your heels ached every time you lifted them from the ground. Kicking a shitty ball around, doing drills.

Back and forth, back and forth.

It was funny, to be honest.

You weren’t sure why you were reacting so..dramatic? Scared? You were avoiding a woman that you knew inside and out- you knew who she was, and she wasn’t even scary.

You cringed every time you went back on it…fleeing and sputtering away. that wasn’t you.

you weren’t a coward.

But you still wondered why you said it..

Well, you knew why you said it. You, after all, weren’t a coward.

You fell for her.

You fell for her hard and you damn well knew it.

More so..why you said it then, in that moment- and why the hell were you avoiding it now?

You decided after hour five it was that smile she gave you, sitting on a park bench as you made it through the early morning, watching the sun go up.

It was that smile. The way she looked down at you, face cocky, but not in the way that usually annoyed you. Vi had depth in her expressions, and you knew she was looking down at you with so much..more.

You just thought she…might have felt that same.

You checked your phone again as you took a deep sip from the public water fountain, praying you don’t get a cold sore (or tetanus) from the rusty fuck. You scoffed. If anything, vi was a coward. Not one text, not one call.

While your friends had been messaging you constantly, vi was absent…now that was fucking cowardice..

The worst part wasn’t even anything about your feelings- your feelings didn’t matter. If you and Vi weren’t on your A-game, the team would be out of sorts against Piltover. You needed a win, you needed this championship, and you needed the front and center position on the team…it was just like when you started.

You knew things would be different now, but you, quite frankly, didn’t have time for it….you needed to go back, practice with your team. Get shit done, be ready….

You had to face it eventually..

…

Maybe just a little bit longer.

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Vi had been searching for hours. It was Five PM before she realized just how bad she’d messed up. She knew she messed up of course- but the guilt and worry that something had happened to you was tearing her apart.

What’s worse? Coach found out you were missing- and as soon as she figured out the cause, Vi was benched.

“This is the last damn straw with you Lanes! All season you have been nothing but angry, irresponsible, and just…shitty- and that’s me saying it. You were doing so. Damn. Good Vi, what the hell happened??”

Vi held her phone to her ear, voice quiet

“M’ sorry coach..” she whispered, rubbing her eyes furiously.

Vi..actually cared about her coaches input. Honestly, she was the only reason vi had gotten on the team in the first place. When she came in late- coach took a chance on her. It’s not like Vi had many positive female role models in her life..and despite her exterior- being benched meant that it was likely she wouldn’t be welcome back on the team next semester…

Her grades were shit, her attitude was shit..she was shit. She made her bed, and now she had to lie in it.

“You better hope and pray that she isn’t hurt- I mean- Jesus Vi, I don’t have a family to call if she goes missing. No one”. Coach stated, and Vi’s voice broke a little.

“I- I know..I’m looking-“

“If she’s not back by 3 AM, I gotta report this to the cops- okay? I mean, vi- do you understand how bad this is??” Coach sighed, and vi could imagine her punching the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll get her back. I promise..I’ll never say a word to her again.”

“Not before an apology you won’t.”

She heard the line end, and Vi sat on a rock in the park where this whole mess started, it had started to get cloudy as the afternoon turned to evening. Vi curled up, forehead on her knees as she let the phone slip into the grass- knowing her soccer career, scholarship- and everything with it was probably gonna be gone before the season ended. Including you…yeah, she was kinda spiraling.

She wanted to be angry at you- wanted to reserve herself to that familiar rage she felt a month ago. She wanted to hate you again..but all she could think about was how much you might hate her. And how much that thought hurt her.

You weren’t a runner, you were a fighter- Vi knew you. You? Running? It really hammered home just how bad she messed up…she didn’t know why she didn’t say it back. She just froze…

Well, It wasn’t like anything could get any worse..right?

…

..she should have just kicked herself down when she had the chance.

She sighed as she heard the crunch of gravel under feet getting louder with each step. She knew from their shoes that Gert and Jules were standing in front of her. she really didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, much less apologize for being a little bitch earlier (which was heavily unlikely to happen anyway) because- let’s be honest- it’s Vi.

Gerts’ hands rested on her hips as she looked down to Vi.

“What happened last night?”

Vi’s eyes widdened as she felt a cold pang of anxiety strike her- looking down at the ground between her knees.

“I’m not..in the mood to talk right now guys.”

“Something happened between you and her last night, and you know it.”

Vi looked up, heart rate spiking.

“What are you talking about..?”

“You’ve been acting weird since yesterday. Hella weird.” Jules added, standing beside Gert.

“I…I don’t know-“

“Oh- you fucking know.” Jules replied, walking up besides Gert.

“You’ve been acting guilty as hell since all this shit started. Not giving details- being gone for hours at a time-“

Vi’s face paled, she felt sick at the implication.

“what.did.you.do.”Gert yelled down at her. Vi’s breath picked up, heart beating faster.

“I didn’t do anything- why the fuck are you treating me like I’m some type of suspect?!” vi said, voice cracking as she buried her face in her hands.

“Because you said that you got into a fight- and after that fight she left- or-or who knows! Maybe you…you did something-“

“I didnt do shit!” Vi yelled, voice desperate and hoarse as she stood up, the exhaustion in her tone clear. She was breaking.

“Then why would she leave vi?? What’d you do?!Get madder than you always do- you probably lost control-“

“No!-“

“You fucking hit her, didn’t you!”

“-I would never lay a god damn hand on her-“ voice raising, singed with despair-

“-Because YOU hate her fucking guts-“

“I FUCKING LOVE HER!”

Vi screamed, her voice echoing across the field- a small flock of birds fleeing from the trees at the disturbance..

The air was practically still, the scent of moisture nearing as the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance…

“I wouldn’t…ever…fucking hit her…” she started, looking between the two of them.

Vi wiped her eyes, and laughed a little at the insanity of it all “I think you guys would know better than anyone that she’d beat my ass if I pulled that shit..” she whispered, before sitting back on the rock she was previously sat on.

Jules and Gert simply stood there, a little too shocked by Vi’s behavior- particularly that she was crying. Vi never cried- and if she did, it was only in silence.

Vi wanted that statement alone to be enough, but if they were your friends? they wouldn’t stop until they knew you were okay, and Vi knew that.

“…we’ve been sleeping together for weeks…but I don’t know where she is…and I’m so…so fucking scared something happened to her……i fucking…i love her..” She cried softly, looking back down at the dirt and gravel once again as rain started to fall.

“…holy shit.”

You had 5 missed calls from Vi.

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“Hey my girl, what’s up?”

“Vander..”

“Vi? You don’t sound good..What’s wrong, did you get hurt? Did the team-“

“I messed up, dad.” Vi whispered into the phone.

“I’m benched. I’m off the team.”

There was some silence on the end of the line..

“Do you wanna talk-“

“I fucked up okay?!” She yelled, hand tugging at her hair. “I fucked up- bad. I’m not gonna be playing the championship- and I’m not gonna be on the team anymore after the season is over. It’s..it’s over.” She stated, letting out a shaky sigh.

“ I just…I wanna go home.” She whispered.

“Vi..I’m not saying you shouldn’t be upset, but if you put all this work into getting into these championships- you need to see it through, even if you’re not playing.” Vander stated softly.

“You’re my girl, and you’re not a quitter. I know you aren’t.” He said, and vi let out a soft cry.

“I need a plane ticket. Something.” Vi pleaded. “I can’t ride over twelve hours in that bus again…I can’t.” She said, and Vander sighed.

“Vi…what is this really about?”

Vi paused, before she let out a shaky sigh. “I just…want to go home…please.”

“Is it really that bad?.” Vander muttered, more to himself though- because vi didn’t back out of anything. Becuase, well, it was Vi.

But you had changed her, it was like to took her and broke her mold, only to reform her into a version of herself that couldn’t handle the life she was living. The pressure was overwhelming.

“I’ll try to find one for tonight.”

“I’ll work it off in the shop..I promise.”

“Just focus on getting home, I’ll be waiting for you at the airport, okay?”

“…okay…”

“No matter what you do, you will always be welcome home.” He said, and vi nodded, even if she didn’t say anything.

“Bye V-…bye dad.”

“Bye Vi..”

Vi hung up the line as she walked into her hotel room- packing her things in silence as Jules quietly watched from her bed.

“Where..are you going?”

“Home.”

“But..the championship-“

“I’m benched.”

“What?? Why would coach-“

“Jules.” Vi stated, staring at her with red eyes and an angry expression.

“But…what if-“

Vi grabbed her duffle- and opened the door.

“What am I gonna tell her when she realizes you’re gone?” Jules finally asked, almost an attempt to get her to stay- because everyone knew that if you abandoned your team, you couldn’t turn back.

Vi paused. She wanted to ask if Jules meant coach, but she knew that it was you she was referring to.

“Tell her that she..deserves front and center…and..that I would have said it back…” She said-before the hotel door was behind her. Getting a cheap taxi was probably the hardest part of this, she spent most of her money partying- but, to be fair- she didn’t think she’d be cowering back home.

But…here she was.

She sat past security- waiting for Vanders call- waiting for the time ticket and gate number.

She got your call first.

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When it started raining, you made your way back. To your hotel, to the relief of the team.

“Girl, don’t you ever do that shit again! Where the hell have you been?!” Gert asked, and you shrugged “conditioning.”

“Con- oh my fucking god- im getting coach.” Gert rolled her eyes, and walking off, you looked around the hall. “Hey….where’s vi? I need to talk to her.”

“Oh, shit…um..”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Didn’t you see the group chat? She left girl.”

Your eyes widdened.

“Left??? The hell do you mean ‘left’?”

Jules came out of her room after reading the text that you had come back.

“Coach benched her when she found out your guys’ fight made you uh..run away.”

“Well, she’s coming back, right?? Coach would never actually bench her- she’s our best player.” You laughed nervously.

“No, coach was dead serious- I heard her talking with the board about her behavior….i gotta go.” Gert said, quickly running down the hall.

“Wait-wha?”

“Vi said something about catching a plane, she’s going home man.” Jules said, and you whipped your head around.

“She’s…what.” You stated angrily.

“She’s going AWOL…I know, I was surprised as you ar-“

“Oh that fucking bitch! So fucking selfish- that redheaded cunt just abandoned us?!” You yelled, still in your sweaty conditioning clothes as you stormed down the hall.

“Wait!! She wanted me to tell you something.” Jules said, and you turned around.

“What?!”

“She…she told me that you deserved the center front position..”

Your expression softened.

“And…”

“And what??” You asked.

“She said that ‘she would have said it back.’” Jules stated.

“She told me and Gert that she loved you…and I think she meant I-“

You take down the hall, phone in hand as you dial her number.

Vi looks at her phone, and freezes- she’s still so long it goes to voicemail. She stumbles and hesitates over and over to answer the call- by the third call- you’re pissed.

“H-hell-“

“VIOLET LANES, ARE YOU AT THE FUCKING AIRPORT RIGHT NOW?!” You screamed

Vi froze, an unintentional smile gracing her lips as she heard your voice, she swore her body physically slumped in relief to hear it.

The relief, unfortunately- did not last for long.

“Yeah..” She said, voice small.

She heard a car door slam, and you yelling the words “DRIVE�� as the phone shuffled back to your ear.

“I am gonna beat. Your. Ass. When I find you Lanes-

You don’t go fucking AWOL and abandon your god damn team after coach yells at you. You fucked up, and now you gotta deal with it like the rest of us do. You think I’ve never been benched before?!” You start, and vi shuddered over your words as she tried to find some sort of explaination or excuse. God you were terrifying..why did she like it?

“And THEN!-you told Gert and Jules that I ‘deserved’ front and center all dramatic like you’re a god damn soap actress? I might be dramatic but at least I can admit it! I’m beating you for front and center, no matter if you’re on the field for that championship or not!” You yelled into the phone.

“I-I-“

“AND LASTLY..I’m..fuck- hold on I gotta get out of the damn car, where are you?”

“In terminal 5…”

“Seriously?? I gotta go through airport security to drag your fine ass back to coach just to beg her to keep you on the team after this stunt? I gotta take off my shoes vi!” You grunted, to which vi imagined you were actively getting checked in through security, shoes in the plastic bin and all.

Vi slowly smiled, and laughed, tears dripping down her cheeks as she stood up, and started running

“You will NOT be laughing when I have you in a choke hold in a few seconds.” You stated, putting your sneakers back on and only getting a few steps before you saw her, phone still against her ear.

“And lastly…” you pant, your hand dropping to your side. “You don’t get to tell my friends that you love me..without telling me fir-“ you were interrupted by vi kissing you, hands cupping your face as she pulled you in. You kiss her back, holding her by her hips as she slowly pulled away, forehead on yours.

“You’re so dramatic..” you smile softly.

“You were gone for twelve plus hours..I get to be dramatic.”

“..touché.”

“I’m…im sorry.” Vi whispered.

“I am too...” You replied, holding her hand over your cheek.

“And I…really, really wanna have an emotional reunion and all that jazz, but if we don’t get back immediately I think coach will literally track us down and rip our heads off personally.” You said, and vi cursed.

“Shit- yeah- let’s go.”

They ran out of the airport, got into the taxi, and started the drive back to the hotel.

“…we’re in so much trouble, aren’t we?” Vi says.

“Oh yeah- like- really big trouble”. You state, leaning on her shoulder.

“But we got ourselves into this mess..let’s see if we can get out dumbasses out of it.”

…

A hell of a lecture was given to the both of you as you sat on the shitty chairs in your coaches’ hotel room. “I just- I can’t believe either of you!” She said, pacing back and forth. “I mean- I just-“ you nervously took Vi’s hand, and she held onto yours.

“I just don’t understand what possesses the both of you to just take off and not talk to me- I am the responsible adult here, do you know how bad it reflects on me when you don’t even give me the respect of telling me where you’re going? We’re a team! A tea-“ she said, turning around and looking between you two, specifically at your clasped hands.

“….You gotta be kidding me.”

“Wish we were, coach..” Vi muttered.

Her face grew red with anger, before she took a deep sigh. “Of course it’s a fucking lovers quarrel…

Okay. We still have a final to play…and I have no idea what to do with you two. We play tomorrow night, guys.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Due to the both of you’s actions within the past twenty-four hours- both of you are suspended from the team.”

The both of you were silent as she walked around your chairs. Vi could see (and feel) your knuckles going white against her hand.

“But..because the both have you have been essential to the team this entire championship- I am allowing the both of you one more day before your suspension takes place.” She said, and the both of you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you coa-“

“Do not thank me yet, lanes.” Coach said, sitting on her bed in front of the two of you.

“The suspension will require the two of you to go individually in front of the board of sports directors and plead your case to stay on the team- that meeting will occur as soon as we get back. I hope they they will vote in your favor, but the both of you need to realize that your actions don’t just affect you- or your..relationship- or whatever it is..

We are a team, we communicate, act, and represent each other as a team- and the both of you can have your petty arguments and rivalries, but no matter what- we are a team. You both need to act like it…I suggest you start creating professionally worded essays immediately.” She stated, brushing her hair back.

“Now please leave my room and get cleaned up- get ready for the game tomorrow..and be at warm ups early.” She stated, hand out towards the door. The both of you left immediately. The moment the door closed, vi was on you, kissing you sweetly as the both of you fell against the hallway wall.

“Thank you, thank you thank you thank you..I’m so fuckin stupid- thank you..” vi whispered as she kissed your lips and face over and over.

“Vi- pfft- vi stooop..” you smile, pulling her in to kiss you. “I told you…I’m gonna beat you for that position fair and square..” you teased against her lips, eyes closed.

“You think we’re even qualified after the suspension?” Vi asked leaning to kiss at your jawline, you gasp, then chuckle- head leaning back against the hallway wall. “Hope so..if we can convince the board..” you mutter, humming softly as you open your eyes to look at her. “Now for fucks’ sake, take me to your room and-“

“Uhhh…”

The both of you whip your head around to find nearly half your team only a couple feet away, plastic cups in their hands- presumably from listening in on the two of you’s lecture.

“Holy shit..” Jules said, and Gert turned to her.“Bitch, we were the first people to know!”

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You sighed as you stepped into the hot water of the shower, happy to have your body rinsed of the dirt and sweat you had collected through your twelve hour drill- feeling the weight of the day and night finally leave your shoulders as you realized just how exhausted you were.

There was a soft knock, and the door opened. “Mind if I join?” Vi’s voice echoed off the tile walls, and you smiled tiredly. “You really don’t know when to leave me alone, do you?” You chuckled.

“Can’t help it- used to seeing your pretty face all the time.”

“Stop flirting with me and wash my hair already.” You retort as vi stripped her clothes and stepped into the hotel shower with you.

Jules and Gert had made the collective decision to give you and Vi a room to yourselves for a night- which was desperately needed to express the affection both of you had been hiding.

Vi gingerly scrubbed your scalp, and you sighed. “Reminds me of when you did this a couple weeks ago..”

“You liked that?”

“Actually, yeah- didn’t realize how nice showering was until I had someone to do it with me.” You chuckled, leaning back against her chest..

Vi laughed a little. “Funny…”

“What?”

“That’s when I realized I liked you.” Vi smiled softly.

You sighed. “For Janna’s sake..”

Vi chuckled “what??”

“You always gotta say the best things, you fuckin sap.”

“I am not a sap!” Vi chuckled, rising your hair and massaging your conditioner in as well.

“Mm..i think I made you a sap.” You yawned, and vi smiled, kissing your temple as she began to wash your body, hands massaging your back gently.

“I’m so tired…” you muttered. Vi chuckled “then let’s finish up and get you to sleep..” she said gently, turning you around.

“You..call Vander back about the plane ticket?” You asked gently, and she chuckled.

“He told me he never bought one..said he knew I’d change my mind..” she sighed. “He knows me a little too well…” she muttered.

“Well…you’re his daughter, of course he knows you.”

Vi paused as you turned off the water spout, reaching out for the towels hanging on the hanger.

“Yeah…guess you’re right.”

The tv played forensic files in the background as you laid in bed- watching vi come out in her boxers and her tank top as she climbed up the bed to you. You blushed slightly at the indent in the fabric from her pierced nipples.

“Mm…hi…” you said, bringing her close as she slipped under the covers with you. “Hey…” she muttered, hands trailing up and down your torso. You smiled, hands threading into her hair.

“You think we’ll be able to actually win this..?” You asked softly. Vi looked up at you, and she smiled. “Of course…” she responded, reaching up and playing with your hair. You sighed, voice tinged with anxiety as you realized just how big this was..what winning this meant.

“What if..everything changes after this? If we win this- hell, even if we don’t win this- better schools, better opportunities are gonna be up our asses..”

“Ain’t that..what you wanted?” Vi responded, looking into your eyes. You shrugged “well..yeah, but- I never had a reason to..stay. Nothing really..kept me here.” You said quietly.

“Aw…cuz you have me now?” Vi asked, and you rolled your eyes “not just you, lanes- don’t flatter yourself.” Vi snorted “pfft- offended.” She muttered, kissing your collarbones gently.

“Fine fine- yes, definitely you…but..I didn’t think anyone in the team would really care about..me? I guess?”

“What?? Half these people are your friends- what the hell are you talking about??” Vi chuckled.

“Well yeah..but I thought it was because I played good..they were actually worried that I was gone. Didn’t think it would matter all that much…I didn’t even think about it. It just seemed like I was there..and that was it.” You muttered, hands in Vi’s red hair.

Vi lifted her head up. “Sweetheart…we’re all friends here, even if we aren’t close. A team is not just..a group of coworkers. There’s a lack of individuality that makes us experience every win, loss, conditioning- everything..together.” She started.

“Jeez vi..didn’t think you were all-“

“Competent in what playing for a team is like? I may suck ass at it but it doesn’t mean I don’t a knowledge it…we’re all worth something individually in this team. We have chemistry, like..you and me- just uh, not sexually. Or romantically. Though- I did see that Nikan and Haelic are getting pretty close..”

“No!” You said, smile on your face

“Yes! I’m serious! They were totally eye fucking each other in the lobby.” Vi chuckled, then sighed.

“You matter. To all of us. But if a big fat-cat rich ass team comes along and sweeps you off your feet…I’ll support you.” She said, finally crawling up to lean in to a kiss with you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby..”

Her hoarse voice muttered as she finally kissed your lips.

“Now go to bed.” She finally told you, laying next to you and holding you close to her chest- breathing slowing as she got comfortable. You rested against her warm skin limbs tangling as you muttered “I love you violet…”

…

“I love you too.”

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(Smut time- feed you whores)

The cheers were loud and aggressive in the stands, the game only a couple hours from starting- and the field was covered in performers and interactive games for the fans in the stands- the parking lot had plenty of people pregaming for the event…god- was college soccer that much of a big deal?? You doubted- yet here you were.

Though many from your school were far too poor to travel across the country to your final game- there was a large electronic board dedicated to recording the reactions of schoolmates and loved ones’ from home- a pre-organized effort from your coach.

If you had had a family- you would have been insanely grateful. Your team was your family though, and they were right here…

You panted heavily in the hall, you swore you could still hear cheering even though it was the last thing you wanted to hear right now. You didn’t exactly know where you were, but by the medical equipment and cots- you assumed this was where EMS took injured players…you prayed this room wasn’t going to be used tonight.

You were panicking, of course you were panicking. It’s not like anxiety dodged you every game- but this game meant everything. Years and years of hard work to get a scholarship to play at your school had lead up to a moment like this. You were excited, scared…

But weirdly, all you wanted was something a little too specific.

Vi was in the locker room stretching when she got your text- looking down, concern bloomed across her face as she read the words.

‘Med room, now.’

worried you had gotten your period or something, she grabbed her duffle and ran down a few halls until she reached the door, and quickly walked in. “Babe? You okay-“ her voice started hesitantly- before you pushed her back against the wood.

“I need you.” You stated, the lock clicking as you turned its’ mechanism

“Fuck-“ vi gasped in surprise- looking into your eyes as her duffle fell to the concrete.

“Now??”

“Yes violet, right fucking now.”

Violet chuckled as she watched you strip off your jersey and bra.

“You seem uh- mad. I do somet-“

“Yes, I’m mad- you’ve fucking trained me like a Pavlovian dog to feel horny everytime a game is supposed to start- you asshole.” You muttered- and vi yanked her own jersey away from her body.

“Makes sense, not gonna lie my clits been aching since I got on the bus…” she muttered, before flipping you so you were backed against the door, and palmed you.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” She muttered, leaning in to kiss you aggressively.

You moaned against her lips, pulling her in by her hair as you bucked against her fingers. “I need you so fucking bad right now” you whined against her.

“Gotta be quick-“

“I know- I fucking know-“ you begged softly- feeling vi pick you up and lay you down on one of the cots. “What do you need from me pretty?” Vi whispered against your ear as the two of you dry humped each other- panting as the tight fabric compressed your weeping pussies.

“Anything, you- I just-“ your brain turned to mush as you aggressively pulled her in, biting at her skin with every rushed grind of your hips. She suddenly sat up and turned you over onto your stomach- before walking away to her duffle bag.

“What are you-“

“Stay.” Vi commanded, and you sat there, looking back as she took out the strap she’d bought for you earlier in the season from her duffle. Your face reddened as you turned back and your forehead rested against the cot.

“Cannot believe you brought our strap to the final ga-“ you started, before you were dragged to the edge of the cot by your ankle with a surprised gasp.

“Vi-“ you started, before your shorts were yanked down, and feeling Vi’s hand slap against your ass so hard you hissed, back arching as you pathetically whined into the plastic tarp-like material of the shitty med cot.

Vi chuckled, voice husky- and you shivered as she leaned in.

“Mn…you need it the way I always give it to you before a game huh?” She muttered against your ear, your back arched further “Yes vi, yes-“

You could feel her fingers wrap around your throat, the tip of her pretty red strap pressing against your tight cunt.

“yeah, you want me to fuck you hard and fast..fuck you like I hate your fucking guts-don’t you?” She chuckled crudely- and you nodded with enthusiasm.

You suddenly felt choked from the ‘seven inches of heaven’, as vi called it- thrusting into your tight hole. You let out a muffled cry, but vi was quick to cover your mouth as her pace was set to a brutal standard. You were falling apart already, and she’d barely started.

“I fucking love this pussy- you know that? Love the way you squeeze on this dick, grinds against my clit so-fucking-good!” Vi emphasized with rough thrusts into you- and you screamed against her palm as tears dripped down your cheeks.

Your cervix was bruising and you loved it- loved the way it ached under the way she fucked into you just right- loved the way you were getting lightheaded as she choked the will to scream out of you.

“I love you, I fucking love you so-oh my god- so-ah!-Ah!- Oh my GOD!” You screamed shamelessly- knowing someone was probably gonna hear you. You couldn’t give two shits, because this perfect woman was giving you the best sex of your life- and then you were both going to win a god damn championship.

Vi leaned into your hair and kissed your head as her hips moved to really drive that thick strap home into your wet cunt. “Yeah? Look at you- takin it like the fucking whore you are? You like this dick huh? Tell me how much you love this fucking dick!” She grunted against your ear- but you were too far gone to respond.

“I fuck you too hard pretty girl? Come on- keep those hips up, we got a championship to play in a god damn hour.” Vi stated, giving a particularly hard thrust to you that made you gasp out. “Ohfuckvi-“ you slurred, and vi slapped your ass with her free hand again.

“Gonna cum huh..?” She panted heavily against your ear. “Mhm- mhm, please-“ you choked, pushing back over and over on the strap as you desperately tried to climax.

Vi’s thighs were shaking, clit practically throbbing as she kept thrusting. “I know, I know- gimmie a few more minutes baby girl, m’ gettin close.” Vi panted out, vi wrapping her arm around your waist as she pulled you in.

Your eyes rolled back as vi picked up the pace. “Don’t stop! Dear god- please don’t stop!”

“I know- I-oh fuck- I’m cumming-“ vi suddenly gasped, slamming good and hard into you a few more times as she finally pushed you over the edge- you letting out a pathetic scream as you came all over her strap, your cum dripping between you two as Vi’s lips finally found yours- kissing as the both of you got the relief the both of you had been waiting for for days.

“Fuck…the game.”

“I know.got an hour.”

The two of you panted roughly. Vi slowly pulling out, you flipping around to hug her.

“I love you..” vi whispered against your shoulder.

“I love you too..” you responded.

“We’re gonna win this..” vi said, looking into your eyes.

“I hope-“

“No. I know so..” vi stated, holding your hand.

“And when we win, I’m gonna take you home- and take you on the best first date you’ll ever have…and I’ll do this right.” Vi stated, kissing your palm.

Your face blushed, and you smiled. “Okay.”

…

Of course your team won- like you’d admitted to yourself before, your sex made all the difference in the both of yous’ performance. Though- the collective team effort to make the final goal that would secure your victory was enough to make history.

The moment you pushed out of middle field and made the legendary final goal, Vi ran. She ran to you and kissed you in front of the entire world..so to speak.

You realized that this was the start of the rest of your lives. This changed everything. And you couldn’t wait to do it with her..

It was probably the best day of Vi’s life…besides your wedding- of course, which would happen five years later after you went pro- and Vi got her mechanical engineering degree to rebuild Vanders autobody shop.

Going back on the photo, fifteen years down the line, vi sat besides you on the back porch as your baby girl chased fireflies in the backyard- handing you a plate of cherry pie and a cocktail as the both of you reflected on good times.

“God..can’t believe how long ago this was..” you muttered, looking at the photos of the both of you in a literal fight a few months before the finals even started- and you chuckled.

“Saw on Facebook that Gerts’ wife is pregnant again?” Vi stated as she took a sip of her beer.

“Kid number five??” You turned to her

“Yyyyep.”

“That is three kids under five, I would die.”

“Have you met Gert?” Vi chuckled as she flipped through your shared photo album.

“Fair point…” you muttered, looking to your five year old daughter.

“Momma!” She called out

“Yeah baby?” Vi called back.

“Can we go play at auntie J.J.s house tomorrow? I wanna see isha!!” She yelled back, vi turned to look at you.

“Your choice mamas..” she winked, and you pushed her arm a little. “Stop calling me that before I take her over there tonight.” You muttered to your wife.

“We can go over tomorrow Feli!” You call out, her adorned nickname since you both wanted to name her after Vi’s mother.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Felicia!” Vi stood up, walking out to the backyard as you burst out into laughter.

“What did I tell you about copying me?? Your mother is going to beat me ass if- wait! God damn it- WAIT!-“ you heard your wife stumble over her words as your daughter fell onto the ground laughing.

You wipe a tear as you looked down to the photo album, the grainy picture of vi kissing you out on the field after her goal- while not the best quality, a picture that still makes your heart stutter every time you see it.

You look out into the backyard, and you smiled…

Turns out, you didn’t hate her guts after all.

[lowultima]

So this is fucking perfect

MAKE IT REALITY (or ellie's cool, popular college roommate finds some incriminating journal entries and makes them come true)

pairing: ellie williams/abby anderson

contents: mean!abby x loser!ellie, college au, perv!ellie, dominant bottom abby, submissive top ellie, they switch a little at the end tho, pussy eating, tit slapping, hair-pulling, spanking, doggy style, strap-on usage, choking, biting and scratching, overstim, multiple orgasms, abby like it rough basically.

word count: 7,018 (jesus christ)

Ellie thinks about Abby slightly more than the average amount that could be considered healthy. But she’s got a million little ways to justify her insatiable need to dwell on all things Abigail Anderson.

The most convenient excuse is that Abby’s impossible to ignore. She’s huge and walks around campus like it’s hers by birthright. Loud too, always laughing like she’s never once been embarrassed, always roughhousing with her teammates like a golden retriever in human form.

Also, she’s Ellie's roommate.

Which, okay, is not the end of the world. Abby’s usually off with her volleyball cult and that leaves the dorm quiet in a way Ellie likes—just her and her laptop and the vague scent of weed clinging to the window curtains. She can lounge around in nothing but boxers, spine curved like a shrimp, typing or doom-scrolling or watching whatever depravity the internet spits out at her without worrying if she looks hot doing it. She can smoke, blow the evidence out the window, and jerk off without headphones.

That last part (Ellie spending a frankly alarming amount of time watching porn) is a recent development. Directly tied to the fact that Abby exists the way she does. In shorts that barely count as clothing. In shirts that don’t even bother with sleeves. Smelling like something sinful and soft, vanilla and cashmere, which Ellie figured out from the perfume bottle Abby left on the desk like she wants Ellie to fantasize about that scent clinging to her.

Something about already being high and relaxed and then seeing Abby breeze in—sweaty, smug, muscles flexing like she lives to be admired—just hits the kill switch in Ellie’s brain. Even when Abby sneers or tosses out some bitchy comment about Ellie’s chronic bed-rotting, it doesn’t help. Or rather, it helps in exactly the wrong way. Makes Ellie’s stomach clench. Makes her want things she probably shouldn’t want.

She likes that Abby’s mean. It gives her fuel for all kinds of delusional fantasies. Ones where Ellie gets to flip the script, shut her up with a hand between her thighs, bend her over the mattress and fuck her just right until that smug little smirk disappears.

Not that Ellie’s that guy. She doesn’t have the stamina, emotionally or physically, to break a girl like Abby Anderson. Hell, in the handful (and “handful” is generous) of sexual experiences she’s managed to collect, she’s always the one on her back. Always the one panting and whining and asking for more. Not that she’s complaining. She still gets there.

The harmless thoughts and the occasional (read: extremely frequent) jerking off aren’t really the problem. Ellie’s true crimes live in the bottom drawer of her bedside table.

First: the strap-on. A panic purchase, made during what Ellie can only describe as a bout of sudden-onset insanity. She’d been high—obviously—and something about that thick, purple dildo screamed this is what you’d use to ruin Abby Anderson. Small snag: she’s not actually fucking Abby. Bright side, the harness has a built-in pocket for a bullet vibe. So whenever the mood hits (which is often), Ellie cranks the thing to max, closes her eyes, pumps into her fist, and lets herself pretend. Pretend it's Abby.

A deeply pathetic display.

Then there’s the underwear. A pair of panties Abby accidentally tossed into Ellie’s laundry pile: sheer crotch, baby blue, little white heart print. They were immediately rescued and hidden away like stolen treasure. It took Ellie a full day to work up the nerve to bury her face in them. And when she finally did—well. To this day, she has never come harder than with Abby’s panties clutched in one hand and the other between her legs, imagining Abby walking in on the whole sordid scene. And somehow, that’s still not the worst thing in the drawer.

That honor goes to the journal.

Important context: Ellie has a lot of journals. Sketchbooks too. One for daily brain rot. One for serious thoughts. A couple for class notes. One for landscapes. One for portraits. All very organized. Very normal.

Then there’s that journal. The one that never leaves the drawer. The one reserved for every foul, depraved fantasy she’s ever had. Most of them—okay, all of them—involve Abby in some capacity. There are entries about wanting to bite and slap her tits until they’re puffy and red, nipples raw from too much attention—directly inspired by Abby wearing a tank top with no bra on one unreasonably chilly morning. Or the one where Abby is sitting full on Ellie’s face, thighs locked around her skull, and Ellie’s arms are wrapped tight around her waist, determined to keep her there until she’s had her fill and then some. Pages upon pages of shit that should probably get her institutionalized.

As long as Ellie keeps everything carefully under wraps, none of it really matters. Or at least, that’s the philosophy that’s gotten her this far living alongside Abby fucking Anderson.

But all that careful secret-keeping starts to fall apart on Friday.

She hears Abby coming before she even hits the door, which gives Ellie just enough time to crush her roach into the ashtray and shove it—along with her journal—back into the bottom drawer where shame lives.

The door swings open and Abby strides in like a force of nature, her friend Nora trailing behind. Both of them are in their volleyball uniforms, which means those microscopic shorts that make Ellie want to slam her head against the desk. There’s more to the uniform, sure, but Ellie can’t see past Abby’s ass. It should be illegal. She clenches her hands into fists in her lap and drags her eyes back to her laptop like it owes her something.

Abby and Nora are chatting about something—fast, loud, chaotic. Way too much for Ellie’s weed-fogged brain to track. She keeps pretending she’s working on the assignment due by midnight, but let’s be real: she’s not getting a single coherent thought down while Abby is in the room, much less half-naked and glowing from practice.

“Ellie, gimme your lighter,” Abby says, sharp and already annoyed, like Ellie’s been denying her something on purpose. “I know you have one.”

“Huh?” Ellie blinks up, the world's lamest reply.

Abby looks at her like she’s the stupidest girl alive. Which, fair. “Jesus,” she mutters, shooting Nora a look that makes her laugh behind her hand. “Lighter. Give me.”

Ellie freezes. Her lighter’s with all her weed stuff...which is also sitting in the same drawer as her strap-on, Abby’s stolen panties, and her pervert journal. Not ideal.

“I, uh, don’t have one,” she lies, voice too high. “And I was just about to head out so…yeah.”

She slams her laptop shut with a little too much force, scrambles to grab her keys, phone, and her weed pen like she’s suddenly got very important plans. She doesn’t.

“You cannot be fucking serious right now.” Abby plants her hands on her hips, exasperated, and Ellie’s brain short-circuits just long enough to notice how her biceps flex with the motion. Like that helps.

Then Ellie’s out the door with absolutely nowhere to be.

Ellie ends up on Jesse’s beat-up couch, slouched low with her legs spread like she owns the place. Dina’s curled into the other corner with a blanket around her shoulders. Jesse’s on the floor, playing DJ with the speaker that only works if you smack it a little. The room smells like weed and leftover takeout and whatever cologne Jesse keeps pretending isn’t Axe.

The pen gets passed around in a lazy circle, and by the third go Ellie’s got that nice, floaty kind of high where everything feels a little less urgent. Less humiliating.

“Okay,” she says, exhaling slow. “I am calling upon my round table for their sage wisdom. I may have a crush that is ruining my life.”

“Oh boy,” Jesse mutters immediately.

Dina raises her eyebrows, amused. “On who?”

Ellie shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Just Abby.”

Jesse barks a laugh, already halfway choking on his next hit. “You mean, monster on the court, bicep bigger than your head, super scary Abby?”

“Oh come on, man,” Ellie grumbles, stealing the pen back. “She's not that scary.”

“She could bench-press you and me,” Jesse says. “At the same time. For fun. And doesn't she, like, hate you?”

Dina’s still watching Ellie with a look that’s way too knowing for comfort. “You’ve been totally perving on her, haven't you?”

“I do not,” Ellie lies. “She’s just…hot. Like, objectively. And I live with her, so it’s kind of hard to not notice, y’know?”

“Again, she hates your guts. And you live with her,” Jesse repeats, pointing like it’s a discovery. “I know you're allergic to making good choices, but that's a terrible idea for even you.”

“Bold of you to act like you’ve ever had a good idea,” Ellie fires back.

Jesse shrugs. “Fair.”

Dina shifts a little, setting down her drink. “Look. You should go for it if that’s what you want. No point sitting around pining forever.”

Ellie blinks at her. “Wow, thanks for the groundbreaking advice.”

“I’m serious,” Dina says, smile softening. “But, you know, be careful. She looks like she’d chew you up and spit you out.”

“Oh, sick,” Ellie groans. “Thanks for the support.”

“I’m not saying it wouldn’t be fun,” Dina adds with a smirk. “Just that you might die.”

They pass the pen around again, laughing too loud at dumb jokes and mocking each other during a couple rounds of Mario Kart that end in violent betrayal and a lot of middle fingers. At some point, Jesse heats up leftovers and calls it dinner. They all eat on the couch, barely avoiding spills, plates balanced on their knees like the functional adults they definitely are not.

It’s easy, being with them. The way it always is, no matter how many failed relationships they’ve all circled through. Too much history. Too much love.

Eventually, Ellie checks the time and sighs. “I should probably head back. Assignment’s due.”

Jesse snorts. “You haven’t started it, have you?”

Ellie flips him off on her way out the door.

Pretty soon, Ellie finds herself practically floating back to her room. She feels good and the thought of just laying face down in the dark feels like the best idea she's had in years.

When she pushes the door open, however, she finds Abby sitting on her bed with her stolen panties dangling from one finger and Ellie's journal open on her knee, lazily flipping through the pages with a terrifyingly neutral expression.

Ellie considers her options: run away, kill Abby, kill herself. All good choices. Some more feasible than others. Slowly, she starts to pull the door back shut. She can sleep somewhere else for the night. And the rest of her nights for the rest of her life. Maybe Joel won’t be too upset if she drops out of college. Who needs college anyway.

“Ellie. Get in here and shut the door.”

The voice is calm. No edge. No raised volume. Which, somehow, makes it ten times worse.

Ellie’s stomach drops straight through the floor. She steps in, legs moving on autopilot, and closes the door behind her with a soft click. It might as well be a prison cell.

Abby’s still sitting on her bed, one leg crossed over the other, completely at ease. Her massive arms are bare, tank top clinging to her like it was vacuum-sealed on, and her expression is... unreadable. That same damn pair of blue panties dangling from her finger like she’s weighing their value at an auction.

“Had a fun night?” Abby asks, tone light. Almost bored.

Ellie swallows. Her tongue feels three sizes too big. “I...uh. Yeah. Kinda.”

Abby flips another page of the journal. “Cool. 'Cause I’ve had a pretty interesting one myself.”

Ellie takes a shaky step forward. “Listen, I—okay, I can explain—”

“You can explain,” Abby echoes, lifting her eyes at last. “By all means. Explain why you’ve got a journal full of notes on my tits and my ass and 'fucking the attitude out of me'?”

Ellie makes a noise. A pathetic, dying animal kind of noise.

“I mean, full-on thesis-level analysis,” Abby continues, reading from the page without shame. “‘Want her bouncing and sobbing on my shit.’” Her voice is flat. Deadpan. “Real poet, huh?”

Ellie wants to melt into the floor. “Jesus Christ.”

“No, Ellie, that was you.” Abby tosses the panties onto the bed like they’re nothing but evidence bagged and tagged. “Didn’t realize I needed to put a lock on my laundry.”

“I didn’t! It was an accident,” Ellie croaks. “You threw them in my hamper. I—I was gonna give them back, but—”

“But you decided to jerk off to them instead?”

Ellie flinches like she’s been physically hit. “I didn’t mean—God, okay, I know it’s weird, I know—”

“Oh, it’s weird,” Abby says, almost cheerfully now. “But not shocking. I mean, you stare at me all the time. You think I don’t notice? You practically burn a hole through my ass every time I walk past.”

“I don’t—” Ellie’s voice cracks. “I really—I didn’t think you—”

“Knew?” Abby’s eyebrows lift. “Ellie. I’m not blind. And you’re not subtle.”

Ellie’s mouth opens but no words come out. She watches as Abby flips through another few pages, eyes skimming across the lines like she’s reading a grocery list.

“‘Want her to sit on my face until I pass out.�� That’s bold,” Abby murmurs. “‘Would thank her for being mean to me.’ You got a thing for being humiliated, or what?”

“I’m sorry,” Ellie blurts. Her voice wobbles, thick and shaky. “I’m sorry, I—I know this is fucked up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just—” Her throat clamps up. “I was high, and stupid, and I wasn’t trying to—"

Abby looks up sharply.

“You weren’t trying to what? Fantasize about me while I’m asleep five feet away? Steal my underwear? Speak. Now.”

“I just—!” Ellie squeezes her eyes shut. “I didn’t think you’d ever know, okay?! I didn’t think—” Her voice chokes, breaks. “I didn’t think it mattered. I wasn’t gonna do anything. I swear to God, Abby, I wasn’t gonna—”

“Touch me?” Abby asks coolly.

Ellie nods frantically, eyes glossy. “Yeah. Yeah. I swear. I would never. I mean, I—fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m—”

She’s full-on crying now. Not loud sobs, not drama, just those quiet, helpless tears that slide down fast and uncontrollably. Her voice is a whisper: “I’m so fucking sorry.”

There’s a silence. Long and thick and impossible.

Abby doesn’t say anything right away. She just closes the journal and sets it aside on the bed, her fingers lingering on the cover. Something in her jaw tightens, just for a second.

And then she sighs.

“Sit down.”

Ellie blinks, confused through the blur. “What?”

Abby gestures to her desk chair. “Sit. Before your knees give out.”

Ellie obeys without thinking, dropping into the chair like a puppet with its strings cut. Her heart’s still trying to punch its way out of her chest.

Abby leans forward, elbows on her thighs, gaze locked on Ellie’s. Her voice is quieter now. Still firm. But no longer cruel.

“You’re a little freak, y’know that?”

Ellie lets out a broken laugh, hiccuping through it. “Yeah. I know.”

“I should be pissed.”

“You should. You absolutely should.”

“And I am,” Abby adds. “But also—" She pauses. "You could’ve just said something. Been a normal fucking person. Instead of…” She gestures vaguely toward the journal and panties like they’re part of some performance art exhibit. “...this.”

Ellie wipes at her face, sniffling. “Didn’t think I could. You scare the shit out of me.”

Abby smiles. Just a little. “Good.”

Ellie shakes her head, still miserable. “God, I’m never gonna live this down.”

“No,” Abby agrees. “You’re really not.”

Then, somehow, they’re both laughing. Just a little. Just enough to break the tension.

Ellie’s chest feels light and hollow in a way she can’t describe. A mix of devastation and relief and something else she doesn’t want to name.

Eventually, Abby stands, grabbing her water bottle from the dresser like they didn’t just have the worst conversation of Ellie’s life.

“I’m going to Nora's,” she says. “When I get back, my panties better be exactly where they belong.”

Ellie nods quickly. “Yes. Absolutely. Consider it done.”

“And we’re gonna talk more about this.” Abby jerks her chin toward the journal. “When I feel like it.”

Ellie swallows hard. “Okay.”

Abby lingers in the doorway, one hand braced casually against the frame, like she owns the place. Like she owns Ellie.

“I like your strap, by the way,” she says, voice low and infuriatingly amused. “Purple’s my favorite color.”

Ellie lets out something between a laugh and a sob. “Oh my god, kill me.”

Abby just shakes her head, her smirk crooked and shameless. Then she’s gone, down the hall, off to go bench press a car or something.

The silence that follows is unbearable.

Ellie stares at the door for a full minute, then at the bed. The journal still lies where Abby left it. And those panties. Still there. Taunting her, almost.

She should just give them back. Toss them into the laundry where they belong. Be a grown-ass adult about this.

Instead, because she’s a monster with zero self-control and the moral integrity of a half-crushed soda can, she ends up clutching them in both hands, holding the soft fabric close under her nose. They still smell like her. Like lavender detergent and sweat and something darker, something that punches straight through Ellie’s brainstem.

Abby had been on her bed. Right there. Reading her filth like scripture. With that calm, unreadable face.

Ellie comes with a broken cry, trembling and flushed, her whole body curling tight around the aching heat in her gut. She passes out with her hand still tucked between her thighs, her clit pulsing like it’s trying to send out a distress signal.

After that night, Abby quickly becomes the worst person in the known universe.

She starts hanging around the dorm more than ever. Just always there. Breathing the same air. Existing in the same shared space like it’s normal. Like they didn’t just have that conversation.

Where before her presence would’ve been a dream—Ellie’s private little fantasy to nurse in silence—it’s now Ellie’s own personal hell. Every moment is a minefield. Every glance a catastrophe waiting to happen.

Abby isn’t shy. Fun fact about her.

She changes right in front of Ellie like modesty is a myth. Yanks off her shirt and shimmies out of her shorts after practice, muscles flexing, skin slick with sweat. Ellie’s brain goes offline every single time. She tries not to look. She really does. But the damage is done by the time she even blinks.

And Abby knows it.

She smirks. Right at her. Holds eye contact as she peels off her sports bra. Stretches.

Ellie is going to die. For real this time. Her cause of death will be “brain explosion from overwhelming lust.”

Abby takes to sprawling out on her bed like she’s modeling for a pin-up calendar. Post-practice, hair damp and messy, shirt pulled halfway up her stomach. Ellie thinks about how easy it would be to press their bodies together, slide one leg between hers, bury her face in Abby’s neck and never come up for air.

But instead, she just…watches. Like a creep. Like she always does.

Abby giggles on the phone sometimes, her voice light and happy in a way Ellie hates loving. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger while she talks. Ellie wants to grab that hand, pin it above her head. Wants to bury both of her fists in that hair and tug just to hear the noise Abby would make.

And the worst part?

The outfits.

Every time Abby goes out, she asks for Ellie’s opinion. Every time.

“Too much cleavage?” she’ll say, turning to face her, arms lifted to braid her hair.

“Think these shorts are too short?” she’ll ask, bending down to pull her sock back up on her calf, giving Ellie an absolutely soul-destroying view of thighs and ass.

Ellie wants to say, Too much? Not enough. I’d peel you out of that whole outfit with my teeth if you’d let me.

Wants to say, Don’t go. Stay here. Let me worship you.

Instead, she stammers out the same pathetic reply every time:

“You look nice. Uh…pretty.”

Pretty.

Jesus Christ.

Abby just smiles, slow and knowing, like she’s reading the unspoken part loud and clear.

By the end of the week, Ellie is tense enough to bite cleanly through a steel beam. She can't even touch herself like she wants to so she's just...pent up. Ellie comes back from class, tired, hungry, emotionally hungover from simply being, and she knows Abby is probably inside waiting to drive her to the brink.

As she pushes open the door, Abby’s on her bed again.

On her back.

Wearing nothing but an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of fuzzy gray socks with little smiley faces at the ankles. No pants. Because why would she wear pants? Legs bent at the knee and her thighs pressed together.

And in her hands is yet again Ellie's journal. It doesn't make her nearly as anxious as before because she hasn't had time to put anything new in there.

Abby doesn’t even look up when Ellie freezes in the doorway. She’s flipping through the pages with far too much familiarity now, like she’s really reading it this time, not just teasing her. Like she’s digging in, hunting for the filthiest parts and savoring them.

Ellie’s throat goes dry. Her whole body locks up. Every nerve stands at attention.

“Abby,” she says, voice too high, too thin. “Give it back.”

Abby turns a page. Smirks. “You really are sick, y’know that?”

“Give it back.” She steps forward, weakly, like she might actually do something about it. Like she isn’t trembling with humiliation.

Abby closes the journal slowly, fingers sliding across the soft leather cover like it’s something precious. “You want it?”

“Yes.”

“Then come take it.”

Ellie doesn’t think. She lunges.

The next few seconds are a blur of limbs and grunting and indignity. She manages to grab the corner of the journal, but Abby’s bigger, stronger, and way too used to this kind of shit. She laughs as they wrestle, like it’s funny, like she isn’t actively ruining Ellie’s life.

And then suddenly, inevitably, Ellie’s on her back. Flat against her own mattress. Abby straddles her hips, pinning her down with unforgivable ease. Her knees frame Ellie’s thighs. She’s still holding the journal.

Still smiling.

Ellie bucks beneath her, face burning. “Get off me.”

Abby just opens the journal to a bookmarked page. Clears her throat.

“‘Sometimes I think about tying her up—just her wrists, nothing crazy—and sitting on her face until she cries. Not because she can’t breathe. Because she likes it so much it hurts.’” Abby lifts a brow. “Wow.”

“Abby, please.” Ellie thrashes underneath her, hands pushing at Abby’s thighs, her chest, anything she can reach. “You're being mean—”

“‘I wanna lick her until she forgets her own name. I wanna ruin her for anyone else. I wanna be the only thing she ever thinks about when she touches herself.’” Abby’s voice goes a little quieter. A little hoarser.

And that’s when Ellie notices it.

The shift.

Abby’s hips press down a little harder. A little more rhythmically. Her breath hitches.

She’s grinding on her, entirely shameless.

Ellie freezes. Possibly dies for a second.

Abby flips the page. Doesn’t look up. Doesn’t stop.

“‘She’d taste so good, I know it. It'd be so easy to pull those tiny little shorts to the side and just fuck her with my tongue—’”

“Abby…” Ellie whispers, half plea, half wonder.

Abby doesn’t answer. Her thighs tighten around Ellie’s hips. Her sweatshirt rides up an inch, then another, revealing just the barest hint of underwear—dark gray cotton, high on the hips.

“‘I’d beg. I’d get on my knees and beg just to make her come once. I’d let her use me however she wanted. I’d—’”

The rest is cut off by a shaky inhale. Abby finally looks down, eyes dark, lips parted.

“Ellie,” Abby says, looking down at her like she's a prey animal. “You’re fucking insane.”

Ellie swallows hard. Her voice barely makes it out. “You’re still on top of me.”

“Yeah,” Abby murmurs, unmoving. Her grip on the journal stays iron-tight, knuckles bone-white. Thighs squeeze around Ellie’s hips, grind down with just a hint more purpose. “I am.”

Ellie stares up at her. “Are you fucking with me right now?”

“I was thinking more like you fucking me,” Abby says, breath catching. “If I let you, would you actually do all the filthy shit you wrote in this book?”

Ellie lets out a breathy, borderline unhinged laugh, disbelief painted across her face. “I mean…I’ll do my best,” she says, grinning because her face doesn't know what else to do in the moment.

Abby doesn’t waste a second. She crawls up Ellie’s body, slow and deliberate, until the damp crotch of her panties hovers just above Ellie’s mouth. “Try not to disappoint me, El.”

Ellie tugs the fabric aside, runs a reverent finger through the slick heat between Abby’s thighs, and feels her higher thought processes flee. She wraps her arms around Abby’s legs like they’re lifelines and gazes up, eyes wide and pleading, lashes wet. “C-could you, um… sit? Like… all the way?”

Abby laughs mean and affectionate, all in one breath. “You’re such a fucking loser,” she says, fond as hell, before sinking down and robbing Ellie of every coherent thought she has left.

The scent of Abby floods her senses—sweat, heat, something sharp and sweet—and Ellie moans into it like prayer. She tongues at her pussy greedily, desperate, like she’s starving and Abby’s the only thing she’s ever wanted on the menu.

Every sound Abby makes spurs her on. Every gasp, every curse, every stuttered breath is fuel. Ellie works harder, sloppier, like she might lose her chance if she slows down for even a second.

Abby grinds down recklessly, chasing it, using her, and Ellie lets her—wants it. She’s dizzy, floating, high on the weight of Abby and the wet sounds of her falling apart.

“Fuck, you’re good at this. I can’t—fuck—can’t believe this,” Abby pants, fingers twisting in Ellie’s hair. “Baby. M’so close.”

Ellie just moans in response, helpless beneath her, clinging tighter. She lets Abby ride it out, lets her rut along her tongue, her nose, her chin. Whatever Abby wants, she can have. Ellie’s lost in it, wrecked and grateful for it.

Abby starts to tremble. Her hips jerk, fingers scrabbling at the wall for balance. Ellie looks up, dazed, and nearly comes from the sight alone—Abby flushed, lips parted, hair tumbling over her shoulder like some wild goddess.

She’s still staring, dazed and worshipful, when Abby says something. It takes Ellie a second to process it.

“Don’t tell me I broke you,” Abby drawls, smug and a little cruel. She leans down, cupping Ellie’s cheek. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Ellie snaps out of her daze like something’s broken loose inside her. She pushes up with a strength she barely registers and flips Abby onto her back in one clumsy, hungry motion. Abby grunts in surprise, but it’s short-lived. Ellie’s already yanking Abby's sweatshirt up, tugging it over her head with shaking hands, baring her down to just her bra.

“Fuck,” Ellie breathes, like it’s been punched out of her. She dives in without waiting, mouth hot and open as she latches onto Abby’s tits through the fabric. Her tongue swipes broad and wet, dragging across the thin cotton, soaking it.

Abby hisses, hips twitching. “Jesus, El—”

Ellie doesn’t answer. She’s busy mouthing at one nipple, then the other, running her teeth along each one until the fabric clings to them, pebbled and needy. She bites, gentle but firm, and Abby shudders hard beneath her, breath catching in her throat.

“You're so pretty,” Ellie mutters, almost to herself, voice thick with awe. “And so sensitive. Just like I thought.”

Abby whimpers. It's an incredibly cute noise that Ellie has only ever dreamed of hearing. And that sound breaks something final in Ellie.

Her hand scrambles down with no grace whatsoever and slips her hand under Abby’s waistband. Her fingers brush slick heat, and she actually moans. “Oh my god, you’re—Jesus, Abs, you’re soaked.”

She starts to rub slow, deliberate circles over Abby’s clit, watching her fall apart with an almost feverish fixation. She’s obsessed with the way Abby’s hips stutter, how her legs twitch, how her hands curl uselessly into the sheets.

“Look at you,” Ellie says, breathless and wide-eyed. “You’re fuckin’...you’re perfect.”

But Abby’s not content to let her have the upper hand for long. She threads her fingers into Ellie’s hair, yanks her head back—not too rough, but firm enough to make Ellie gasp.

“Look at you,” Abby says, voice like gravel, fucked-out and cruel. “You look stupid. Let you suck on my tits and your dumb little brain broke.”

Ellie’s pupils blow wide. Her mouth parts, jaw slack, and she doesn’t even try to deny it. She just nods, eyes shining, and reaches behind Abby to unhook her bra with shaking hands. She tosses it somewhere she doesn’t care to track.

Then she’s on her again, mouth latching back onto one nipple while her hand keeps working Abby’s clit in slow, filthy rhythm. She pays equal attention to each breast, switching back and forth like it’s a competition. Her tongue swirls, her lips suck, her teeth scrape, and Abby is gone for it. Writhing, moaning, making these high, broken little sounds Ellie wants to bottle and keep forever.

Abby clutches at the sheets, her body taut with tension, and Ellie—half out of her mind—remembers Abby wants her doing shit from the journal.

Ellie pulls back slightly, eyes locking on the flushed swell of Abby’s breasts. She lifts her hand and delivers one quick, experimental slap to one of her already sensitive tits—nothing too hard, just enough to sting.

Abby arches off the bed like she’s been shocked. “Fuck!”

Ellie stares, stunned. “Holy shit, that—did you—fuck.”

Abby’s breathing ragged, head thrown back, lips parted. “Do not stop,” she snarls, but it’s weak, ruined, a plea in disguise.

Ellie places a kiss to her swollen nipple before nipping at it. "Told you, I'm gonna do my best." The words come out leagues more stable than Ellie feels.

Ellie’s trembling when she climbs to her feet, legs unsteady, mouth shiny, eyes wild. She strips fast—shirt yanked off, jeans kicked away—until she’s down to nothing but her black briefs, waistband riding low on her hips. Her skin is flushed, her hands shaking slightly as she rifles through her drawer for her harness and strap.

Behind her, she hears the rustle of fabric—Abby peeling off her panties with slow, deliberate motions. Ellie glances over her shoulder and nearly chokes.

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters, turning away too fast, cheeks hot, fumbling with the straps. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She gets the harness on, barely managing to click it into place while her hands work in frantic little jerks. Her heart’s racing, everything spinning around the thought of what she’s about to do. What Abby’s letting her do.

“On all fours,” she says, a little hoarse. “P-please. Please get on all fours, if you want to.”

Abby raises a brow, clearly amused, but obeys. She gets into position, slow and taunting, ass up and legs spread just enough to drive Ellie insane.

Ellie steps closer, running a reverent hand along the curve of Abby’s hip before delivering two sharp slaps to her soaked pussy. The sound is obscene. Abby twitches, gasps then growls low in her throat.

“You’re getting cocky,” she says, voice full of warning and something else. Something whinier.

Ellie doesn’t back down. Not now. She grips her strap and lines herself up, brushing the slick head against Abby’s folds, then easing in slow and careful. She watches with rapt attention as Abby's pussy stretches to accommodate the girth, revels in the filthy squelch as she bottoms out. She watches the muscles of Abby's back tense, groans low as pulls out maddeningly slow and Abby slams her ass back against her with a punched out moan.

Abby snarls, pushing back. “I’m not fucking fragile. Fuck me like you mean it, Ellie. Like you've always wanted to.”

Ellie groans. “O-okay.”

She drives in harder, a sudden snap of her hips that makes Abby cry out and drop her head to the mattress. Ellie sets a brutal rhythm, slamming into her again and again, her fingers sinking into the meat of Abby’s ass, gripping so tight she knows it’ll bruise.

Abby takes it, takes everything. Her mouth open, cheek pressed to the bed, her voice reduced to little gasps and broken sobs of pleasure.

Ellie’s completely, irreversibly gone. She grabs a handful of Abby’s hair, yanking her up just enough to use the leverage, pulling her back onto the strap, forcing her to take every inch.

“Wish you could see what I'm seeing,” Ellie pants, watching where they meet, utterly transfixed. “Fuck, Abs. You’re—fuck, you’re taking it so good.”

Abby comes with a strangled moan, her whole body tensing and shaking as Ellie fucks her through it, never slowing down. She doesn’t give her a second to catch her breath—just keeps going, relentless, her hips snapping with brutal purpose.

But then Ellie slows—just enough to slide out and flip Abby onto her back.

She freezes.

Abby’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears, lips kiss-swollen and parted, chest heaving. Her whole body’s trembling, wrecked and perfect. Ellie nearly passes out from how much she wants her.

“Holy fuck,” she whispers. “You’re so—”

But before she can finish, Abby grabs her by the harness and pulls her down, wrapping her arms around Ellie’s neck like she can’t bear to let her go. Their mouths crash together in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and desperation, like they’ve both been starving for it this entire time.

Ellie groans into it, swallowing every sound Abby makes, hands roaming over her thighs, her waist, her tits—trying to touch everything at once.

Abby bites her bottom lip as they break apart, just enough to sting, and whispers against her mouth:

“Keep fucking going.”

Ellie hitches Abby’s legs up and back, folding her open like a prayer, tilting her hips to get that perfect angle. She doesn’t slow—if anything, the new position lets her fuck in deeper, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing sharp and wet through the room.

Abby gasps, head rolling back, her spine arching clean off the mattress. Her voice is wrecked, half-gone, but still she hisses between gritted teeth, “That all you got, loser?”

Ellie growls. Actually growls.

She dips down and sinks her teeth into Abby’s throat, biting hard enough to leave a mark—then another, and another, dotting her collarbones, her tits, anywhere her mouth can reach. She sucks until bruises bloom under her tongue like flowers.

“Y-you love this,” Abby stammers, breath stuttering. “You love being my—my little toy. So fucking desperate to make me come again.”

Ellie pants against her skin, flushed and wild-eyed. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

Her hand slips between them again, zeroing in on Abby’s clit like it’s instinct. She rubs tight, merciless circles, fast and filthy. Abby arches again, palms cupping her own tits now, needing the pressure.

Ellie watches through half-lidded eyes, totally gone on the image of Abby playing with herself, whining and squirming and needing her.

“Pinch them,” Ellie orders, voice cracking with power she’s never felt before.

Abby obeys with a sharp moan, rolling the sensitive peaks between her fingers, teeth bared as her legs shake harder.

“Now come,” Ellie demands, low and ragged, fucking her through it. “Fucking come for me, Abs.”

Abby breaks.

She screams, and Ellie catches it with her mouth, swallowing the sound in a bruising kiss as Abby falls apart beneath her. Her body locks, then jerks in waves, legs trembling violently, toes curling. Hot tears streak her cheeks, almost silently.

Ellie pulls back just enough to see them. “Oh—shit, baby, you’re—”

She leans down, licking the tears away from Abby’s flushed skin, soft and reverent like it’s the only worship she knows. Her cock slips out as Abby’s muscles clamp down and spasm around nothing, and Abby shudders hard, a broken sob catching in her chest.

“Shh, hey—hey, it’s okay,” Ellie whispers, wide-eyed and frantic, brushing sweaty hair from Abby’s face. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. Just need a little more, okay? Just a little more.”

Abby whimpers. “I can't. I'll literally die."

“You can,” Ellie croons, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her neck. “You’re so strong, Abs. So fucking beautiful. I swear, I’ll be gentle. Just one more. Just one, baby.”

Abby just makes this helpless noise in the back of her throat, but then, barely, a nod.

That’s all Ellie needs.

She reaches over and grabs the bullet vibe from the nightstand—the one made to fit snug in her harness—and slides it into place. It hums to life in her hand, quiet but deadly, and Ellie lines herself up again, this time slow, reverent.

She presses back inside, inch by inch, watching Abby’s face the whole time. The way her brows pinch, how her mouth opens in a silent gasp, how her legs twitch with overstimulation already setting in.

“Doing so good,” Ellie murmurs, fucking in slow, her arms trembling as her own orgasm sits just on the horizon. “Just a little more. Let me make you feel good.”

And Abby, wrecked, soaked, trembling, lets her.

Ellie rocks into her slow, the harness snug against her hips, the soft hum of the bullet vibe already making her breath hitch. It’s not even at full power and it’s already buzzing deep, curling heat low in her belly. But she doesn’t focus on that yet. No. Abby is still the center of the universe.

Abby’s shaking, her whole body a twitchy, overstimulated livewire. Every time Ellie thrusts in, she makes this soft little broken noise like she can’t decide if she wants to pull away or beg for more.

“Still with me?” Ellie murmurs, forehead pressed to Abby’s, sweat sticking them together.

Abby nods. Barely. “F-fuck—Ellie, I—”

“I know.” Ellie kisses her again, messy and open-mouthed, full of tongue and teeth. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

She picks up the pace, the vibe dragging against her own clit with every thrust. Her hips stutter, the pleasure ratcheting up fast, too fast. She chokes on a moan, grabs hold of Abby’s thigh and pulls it higher, spreading her wider, deeper.

Abby claws at her back like she needs something to ground herself—nails dragging angry red lines down Ellie’s spine, then digging in as she trembles apart all over again.

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” Ellie pants, fucking into her harder now, voice wrecked. “Come for me again, baby. Give it to me. I know you got one more.”

Abby shakes her head, even as her hips start grinding up, even as she cries out when Ellie angles her hips just right. “I c-can’t—fuck—I can’t—”

“You can,” Ellie snarls, gripping Abby’s face and kissing her like she means to consume her. “You will. Wanna see you break for me. One more time. Just one more, Abs, c’mon.”

And Abby does.

She sobs—full-body, raw-throated sobs—as her back arches clean off the mattress, legs locking around Ellie’s waist. She comes with a broken cry, like her body is just buckling beneath the weight of it. Her nails bite into Ellie’s skin so deep it stings, and that only spurs Ellie further along.

The vibe is grinding into her just right with every thrust, tight heat coiling sharp and unbearable. Ellie chases it like it’s the only thing that matters, fucking through Abby’s aftershocks until she’s shaking too, her moans dissolving into ragged whimpers.

Then it hits her—white-hot and blinding. Her legs lock, her stomach clenches, and she comes with a low, punched-out cry against Abby’s neck. It rolls through her in thick, unbearable waves, everything overstimulated and twitchy and too much.

She slumps forward, trembling, both of them gasping like they’ve just run miles. Ellie can’t move. She’s half-splayed over Abby, harness digging into her hips, her whole body trembling with aftershocks.

Abby’s arms wrap around her, pulling her close even though her own limbs are twitching with exhaustion. She’s still crying a little—quiet, raw tears that smear into Ellie’s hair as they cling to each other.

Neither of them speaks for a while. Just the sound of panting, the quiet whine of the toy shutting off, the sticky slide of skin on skin.

Eventually, Ellie lifts her head, blinking like she’s waking up from a dream. She brushes the hair back from Abby’s face, touches her cheek gently with the backs of her fingers.

“You okay?” she whispers, voice hoarse and cracking.

Abby nods slowly, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. “Yeah. Yeah. I feel like a new woman.”

Ellie lets out a quiet, shaky laugh. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Abby rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling—soft, lopsided, fucked-out. “The power of good pussy, I suppose.”

Ellie grins, kissing her again, slow and sweet and lingering. "You know, I've got a bunch more stuff I didn't get to do this time..."

"Oh, naturally, you've got a fucking novel's worth of it," Abby says, running her fingers through Ellie's hair. "I guess I'll just have to keep fucking you. For the safety of the general public, of course."

"Right."

"I'm serious. Who else could handle a disgusting little pervert like you?" Abby sighs dramatically like she's been put upon. "Looks like I'm the only one for the job."

Of course, that's just fine with Ellie.

[lowultima]

I’m Workin On It. 😭

I’m working on the final part of hate your guts- but if you guys don’t wanna see it LMKKKK

I have so many ideas I’m working on fr.

I’m in a CNA class and it’s kicking my ass so I’ve been strugglin. Thanks for being patient lol

[lowultima]

Knockin’ Boots…

Cowboy!Sevika

Slow burn NSFW

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Note: not a clue who’s artwork is in the middle- tried to find the source off Pinterest but I ain’t that good at nothin with technology. kudos to their work! IT. AINT. MINE.

EDIT: someone messaged me saying that the art is by slechyiris on twitter!! So sorry I didn’t post that originally but I checked out their page and it is fucking AMAZING. Please check them out at:

@slechyiris

On Twitter.

Anyway, enjoy!

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Sevika was never the type to indulge in much.

She worked hard, and had a heavy meal with a glass of whiskey at the end of a long day- and she liked it that way. Cattle ranching was never something she thought she would see herself doing at nearly forty years old, Though- she didn’t know where else she’d be.

The Montana wilderness was a gift to experience- and a greater gift to survive. The Zaunite ranch was so far out- the nearest city was nearly five hours away and the nearest town was an hour and a half. People lived, worked, breathed and bled ranch life.

24/7, 365.

Sevika didn’t indulge in much..she didn’t even realize she wanted to..until…

You were a cook for the family meals on the ranch. With nearly forty plus employees, it was likely that those who did such hard labor were going to need a hot and ready meal at the end of the day..and you were perfect for the task.

You came from the south, generally speaking. You traveled across the country after coming across the position on an old, barely used, website for farmers to hire farm hands. You had been working for nearly four months, had your own bunk- and stayed in the kitchen working, saving money to get you to wherever you wanted to be next after maybe a year or two of being there.. You stayed in your lane, and in the kitchen, makin no fuss..and that was plenty enough for you..

When Sevika saw you for the first time, You had no idea…

She was always the first one up, before dawn- In her spurs before the rooster crowed. Sevika would always spend the early mornings cleaning up her tack and getting a check in with her horse. Breakfast was usually ready long after sevika had already left for the fields, and she was fine with missing out…

until she noticed the coffee had been set out earlier- and a small collection of breakfast items earlier too… eggs, some meat, maybe some fruit at the beginning of the month when the budget wasn’t spent. Someone had noticed her.

She had noticed the meals were definitely better than they were previously- definitely well seasoned to say the least, but she realized she had no idea who was making them…that was, until she saw you one morning, carrying two bags of flour over your shoulder as you trudged back from the storage hold a couple yards from the kitchen entrance..At three in the morning.

Apron tied tight around your waist, sleeves pushed up to your elbows, hair tied back- and you cursing under your breath as you kicked open the steel door..

The way you moved in those boot-cut jeans..

She wondered why anyone other than her would be up so early- but she began to appreciate the meals you cooked more as she realized just how laborious and continuous your job was..

You started your shift long before dawn, just after the PM became the AM- up early enough to hand mix the biscuit dough. The ranch-hands needed meals that would stick to their ribs, and nothing raises morale in the cold mornings like fresh coffee and home made biscuits every day.

Now that Sevika had seen you once, she had started seeing you everywhere. Carrying grains, opening gates for the cattle trucks, sleeping in a rocking chair on the little front porch of your bunk house- worn boots messily laid a couple of feet away.

In the early mornings, Sevika would sometimes hear you huffing behind the door of the kitchen as you picked things up and set things down- metal clanging along with your movements. She wanted to wait until you came out to serve breakfast one day- just to thank you for what you did.

Though she was sure you were paid well, appreication went a long way. The ranch took care of Sevika and all her fellow ranch hands, mutual respect- not just money for labor. She thought you deserved the same…Fair and balanced and all.

But…Sevika realized she didn’t really know what to say. She usually wasn’t much for words…

She glanced to the breakfast table, noting a pad of sticky notes and a pen, a discarded note with the words ‘cheese eggs, pastries, venison sausage’ in quick scribbled letters…. She grabbed the pen and wrote a few words- before leaving the pen and pad on the desk, taking a deep sip of coffee from one of the old mugs, and heading out to the barn…

As you bounded out of the swinging kitchen door,slightly sweaty as you set down the food items noted on said notepad, you glanced to it to scratch down your so far checked off list for the day… only to find..

‘thanks for the food.

Like the grits. Biscuits too.’

It was short. Simple..kind of sweet. You knew some of the ranchers got up early (which had been the reason you put out some breakfast earlier in the morning), but no one had ever acknowledged your presence- much less thanked you. You smiled, drawing a smiley face on an empty page, and wrote the question:

‘ Any suggestions? ‘

before sticking it to the wall beside the breakfast table, and carrying on with your day. Another note was passed the next morning- a piece of tissue paper placed near the coffee machine.

‘ you made some… round sausage and cheese ball things a month ago. Very good- easy to eat in the field. Like em a lot- guys like em too. If it ain’t much trouble. ‘

You smiled as you read it, your mother used to make you bisquick sausage balls before going deer hunting in the fall. Easy to take for lunch. Easier to make. You had no problem whipping them up every other day for breakfast- always packaging a hearty amount in a paper sac next to the coffee maker for your mystery note giver.

This messaging went on for weeks, passing quick notes back and forth. One time, the pad of notes was slid under the kitchen door- but when you walked out to see who had done so, there was no one there..

Only to slide your reply under the doors at 3 am the next morning, unsure of when the mystery note giver would return.

Frankly, you looked foward to the blunt praise of the notes, as well as the polite requests. You soon started paying more attention to those around you, trying to figure out which ranchers got up early enough- who seemed to be the type to write little notes…but it was hard to be a detective when you had another much more important - job to do.

Until, one morning- you passed the barn on your way from your bunk after you had forgotten your jacket…

“Hey pretty girl..how we feelin, huh?”

You suddenly paused- like the deep, husky female tone had stricken you. You hear a horse huff softly, and then you hear the voice again. “I know..last day of the week, then you can have a break..I’ll put some extra apples in your feed..how ‘bout that?”

You slowly lean around the corner to get a look, and you watch the woman stand- fuckin Janna she was tall-

Her hair tied back a little, a cigarillo between her lips as she tightened the saddle strap around her horse. You watched her inspect the leather closely- you guessed to make any notes of wear or rips. You were familiar with horses- but only because your mother was a farrier…

You used to ride with her, your mother..occasionally-help her with the difficult ones that needed their feet trimmed or feed treats to help smooth out the process of hammering metal shoes into their hooves, (which of course- didn’t hurt the animal. It was just keratin after all), but it had been a decade since you’d saddled up. Since you saw her..

You watched the woman tighten her brown leather chaps, rolling her neck with a satisfying crack. Her body was definitely conditioned for her work- hell, she was gorgeous. When she turned to lead her horse out of its stable, your eyes widdened at the sight of her face. Deep lines etched in her dark skin- her eyes had experience. History.

The last realization you made- one you wouldn’t have even mentioned if it weren’t for how badass it looked- was her arm. The prosthetic one, that is…well, maybe both.

It’s copper-toned metal glinted beautifully in the warm but dim light of the barns’ lamps- its joints moved with fluidity, almost claw-like digits clenching in a way that rivaled flesh. Nearly surpassed it. You wondered who this ranch-hand was, and how in the world someone like her ended up in a place like this..

“It ain’t polite to stare.”

You finally heard, realizing the womans’ gaze was on you. Sevika had noticed you merely seconds ago- but she recognized you by your apron, still dusted with flour.

Your mouth felt dry for a second. God, even her demeanor was badass. You were more-so embarassed than flustered.

“M’ sorry, it’s uh- it’s early…you just…you care for your horse well, is all.” You said, stepping out into the open entrance of the barn. You paused, but her silence and raised eyebrow make you awkwardly laugh.

“ sorry, you probably haven’t seen me around here. I’m the cook- Make all the meals and whatnot around here.”

“I know.”

“Oh..uh- really? Didn’t think anyone knew who I was around here”

“You think a ghost was passing you notes?” She asked, lips curved up slightly as she took a deep drag of her cigarillo.

Your eyes widdened a bit, and then you took a step forward- smiling.

“Well I’ll be damned. I’ve been trying to Nancy drew out who’s been my mystery critic was for weeks.” You said, holding out your hand.

“It’s good to finally put a face to yer kind words.”

Sevika paused, metallic arm under her cloth poncho- as if it was a practical effort to hide it…though, she eventually clasped her prosthetic hand into yours- waiting for your awkwardness, or tension, or even disgust..

But you shook her hand proudly- deciding not to make mention of it. It was just an arm- nothin to get all worked up about.

Sevika looked at you, before letting out a little breath of a laugh- letting her arm prosthetic fall to her side, living hand still holding onto her horses reigns.

“Ain’t nothin really, good food brings everyone together- gives em’ somethin to look forward to..names Sevika.” She said.

“Nice to meet ya..I don’t mean to keep you from yer work- but if you’re gonna be coming into the kitchen, sit and have some coffee with me sometime- I’d welcome the company. Not everyone is keen to be up at four in the mornin” you offered.

Sevika was quiet for a second, before nodding. “If I get the time- I will. Someone’s gotta get the herd gathered.” She joked softly, tipping her hat to you.

“Nice you meet ya darlin’”. Her voice was gentle to you, looking you in the eyes before walking around and stepping into the stirrups of her saddle, resting on her horses back, and riding away- cigarillo still between her lips. You watched as she went, smiling softly. You couldn’t help but wonder if she called everyone

Darlin’..

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Like sevika, once you noticed her- you saw her everywhere. She was always in the fields, or by the loading dock helping to herd slaughter or seller cattle into their respective trucks. She rode with her living hand, keeping her mechanical one under her poncho as she rode.

Every time she’d pass you, she’d tip her hat. You’d smile at her, and she’d quickly look away, hiding beneath the shade of her attire in the sun.

Everytime you slept on your front porch, sevika would leave a note for you to get more sleep, and you’d leave one in her tack cabinet that if she wanted to eat- you’d have to work.

It was nice..looking forward to her notes..

One morning, you were sweeping room and singing softly as you began to start your shift.

“Black birds singin’ in the dead of night…” you then hummed out.

You were brewing coffee and had already set out a spread… when you heard her voice.

“Didn’t know you were a musical type.”

You froze, and looked up to Sevika standing a few feet away. You haddnt even heard her come in. “I-I try..can hardly carry a tune in a bucket though..” you chuckle.

“You’re at least better then them men I work with. They sound like howling dogs in heat when they jeer about at bonfires..” sevika said

You laughed softly, and set the broom down, pouring two mugs of coffee “come into the kitchen if you’ve got some time- I got some snacks I made for you to take out into the fields.” You said gingerly, passing through the metal swinging doors.

Sevika grabbed her mug off the counter and followed behind you, finding a spot leaning against a metal prep table as she took a look around the large industrial kitchen. As you brought over a little pack of food. Sevikas eyes widdened a little when she realized the care that you’d put into making sure she was fed well...All wrapped up in cheesecloth with a little bow.

Sevikas face flushed, her cheeks growing pink as she looked up at you. “I-you..you didn’t have to do that..” she said, southern drawl seeping through like honey. You shrugged. “Yeah but…you’re like..the only person around here that, ya know..talks to me.”

You brushed your hair back, walking around the metal prep table and chopping up some carrots. “Makin’ stew tonight..” you smiled, and sevika came over, looking into the comically large stock pot. “Smells good..” she said, you slid the sliced carrots into the pot, and you grabbed a tasting spoon, dipping it into the pot and bringing it up to her.

Sevika looked down at you, and then the spoon- she smiled softly, and took a sip. “Y’ like it?” You asked, before you felt coarse skin graze your cheek, and brush a stray hair out of your eyeline. Sevikas’ warm gaze had you feeling dizzy, heart beating fast as she looked into your eyes “damn near the best stew I’ve ever had..”

You look down bashfully as you try to hide your smile, but sevika pulls your face right back up to meet her eyes again. You suddenly feel your feet feel a bit unsteady, and your back pressed against the steel countertop opposite of the stove-still looking up at her. “You…” you muttered, feeling sevikas large hand smooth across your cheek, holding her thumb against your jaw as her other fingers grazed into the hair behind your ear- palm settling on your neck.

You shuddered. “T-that feels…i-um…I like women…cuz y’ need to know that..” you said quickly- almost as if it was a warning to her…

sevika suddenly paused- before slowly chuckling. “Darlin’ I know.”

You let out a pathetic sigh.

“..you think a straight woman stares down a woman cowboy like you did?…jaw on the floor, eyes wider than a doe in front of a bow..” she chuckled. “If it makes you feel better though..” she said, mechanical arm hissing to life as it moved from beneath her poncho, and caged you against her and the table.

She leaned in close, and you swore you could feel your panties actively dampen. “I tend to be fond of absolutely breathtaking women such as yourself..”

You whimpered softly, she was so close, you could smell the leather and cigarillo smoke against her collar. Dirt and field- horses and sweat-

“Yer gettin me all riled up..” you whispered softly against her cheek.

Her thumb brushed against your cheek once- twice- three times, and she looked into your eyes.

“Can’t make a move unless a ladies’ willin’..” she muttered, and your hands ran up her pearl snap flannel..taking her by the collar.

“I’m plenty willin..” you whispered, before pulling her in. Her lips were a little chapped, you could taste the Tobacco on them..and you liked it. Sevikas hand slowly traced down your body, and squeezed your hip as the two of you kissed each other. You let out a shaky sigh, licking your lips as the two of you pulled away for a quick second- but sevika pulled you back in.

You whined against her lips, licking over the plush bottom one as her mouth opened to accommodate you. You felt her large tongue slide against yours, and you gripped into her collar as you sucked on her tongue, pulling away and nipping at her lips enthusiastically.

“Holy-“ you gasped as you were suddenly lifted, placed on top of the metal countertop. Sevika had a wolfish grin on her face, one you haddnt seen before, you felt like a type of prey- and for some reason- you liked it.

“The hell you learn a trick like that pretty girl?” Sevika asked. You chuckled softly “been around the block a few times..ain’t no buckle-bunny lookin for her next fix..” you said, hands threading in her surprisingly soft hair. Sevika huffed out a laugh. “Mhm..seen the way you lift those flour bags..” she leaned into your ear as her metal claw-like fingers gripped into your hip, her other hand slowly sliding down your flannel to reveal your toned, worked arms underneath.

“I like a woman that won’t take no shit.” She grunted, leaning in to kiss your neck. “F-fuck..” you choke out, gripping against her. “Mn..don’t..don’t y’ gotta get out to the fields soon? What if-“

Sevika sucked into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as her fingers fumbled with your blue jeans’ button. Sevika was panting, you could feel her tongue graze your skin as she licked her lips. “Darlin…I don’t think you realize how long it’s been since I’ve had someone.” She said, finally pulling back to look at you. Eyes hungry.

..you realized you might be in deeper shit than you originally thought.

Sevika brought you to the edge of the counter top, your boots falling from your feet as the dangled. She glanced down, knowing a good pair of boots shouldn’t be dropped like that.

“S’ fine- they’ve got a shit ton of holes in em’ anyway..” you ramble as your jeans clumped up on the tile floor. “Fuck- what if someone-“

“Darlin…you want me to fuck you or not?” Sevika stated, a little pissy since, well, she wanted to feel what the inside of you felt like.

You nodded quickly, legs spread on the countertop that your inner food-safety inspector would be cringing at. Her fingers were large, hands were large- hell- sevika was large. “Been a while since I’ve done this..” you whispered as sevika pulled your pretty little panties to the side.

“Fuck..I knew your pussy would be perfect the moment I saw you in those damn bootcut jeans..” sevika whispered, and you giggled “sevika, didn’t think you had such a dirty mind..” you teased, before you gasped as she pressed a finger inside you. Effortlessly. “Takes quite a woman to make me think the way I think about ‘cha..” sevika said, her finger moving in and out of you, occasionally spreading your warm slick over your clit.

“Fuck….” You whined softly, you suddenly began to hear voices though- male voices. “Sevik-“ you began, before your mouth was covered by cool metal, and Sevikas fingers plunged into your sweet heat. Your eyes rolled back, legs twitching as you felt yourself go limp against her.

You could hear them, talking about the work day ahead of them- wondering what was for dinner that night- hoping the case of liquor they ordered from Costco would be picked up by their shipment company soon. You then gasped.

Deep, slow, almost brutal thrusts of her fingers rocked your core- the curl of them was almost too much to bear. You pushed her metallic arm out of the way, and pulled her closer- sucking deep, purple bruises into her dark skin. Nipping, biting- you felt like a caged animal. And all you wanted was sevika.

“That’s it darlin, take ‘em like a good girl..” she muttered against your hair, pressing a kiss to your head as you held onto her for dear life. Sevika felt like she was breaking you in almost..she almost couldn’t believe your experience..you were so damn tight.

Eventually, the men’s voices trickled out as they went into the fields- and your head tipped back. “Go on, make some pretty noises for me..” she whispered- thumb pressing and circling your clit. You moaned softly, licking your lips as you looked up at her. “‘Yer gonna be lat-“

You let out a loud moan as sevika thrusted her fingers into you good and hard. “I don’t give a fuck.” She stated, her pace brutal as you felt your stomach flip in that way that made you fuck back against her fingers

“Please- please please please, sevika please-“ you whined, gasping out as your clit was firmly pressed into- and you boiled over.

“That’s it baby girl, ride it out…ride it out..” sevika assured you, fucking you through your orgasm as you twitched and whined in front of her, cum dripping onto the tile floor.

You panted loudly as she held you tight, and you hugged her back.

“Fuckin god…that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” you muttered, looking up to her, before you realized she was getting down on her knees.

“Well, a good cowboy always cleans up their mess.”

….ffffuck.

[lowultima]

Loser!Ellie NSFW Headcannons

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Loser!Ellie tries so hard to be quiet. She is usually wordless except the occasional smart mouth remark to a guy in class. Usually never talks..when she’s fucking you- that’s a different story. Ellie cannot physically hold her voice as she fingers you, kissing and sucking on your neck- saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth like a god damn dog.

It’s almost like she gets off everytime your wet cunt squeezes around her middle and ring fingers. She moans and pants and tells you how wet you are, how pretty you look- how amazing you sound. She’s constantly talking, begging.

“Come on- babe- please. I promise I can hold out for you” she begs, knowing that if her mouth is on your clit- she’s gonna cum in five minutes. She always makes the promise she won’t, but she always does. Licking up your juices only a few minutes in- you hear her breathing pick up between the silent licks and sucks against your slick heat.

“Els…I can hear you- you promised..” you say in warning, looking down and watching her hand moving quick In her dinosaur boxers as she fingered herself to the taste of you.

“Ellie..” you warn again, looking down at her with an expectant, almost annoyed expression. She looked up at you, and it was over.

Her eyes rolled back and she let out a loud, throaty groan as she came hard in her boxers. You rolled your eyes slightly- listening to her continue to loudly finger herself for a few more seconds, before you pull her up to look at you by the hair.

“You promised..” you frowned softly, even if you knew this was going to happen. Ellie smiled- eyes half lidded as her boxers became all wet and messy, saliva dripping from her chin. “M’sorry..couldnt help it…

Can we please go again?”

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Loser!Ellie masturbates to the smell of your clothes when you’re not around. While you're out- she’ll casually pick up a t-shirt from your bedroom floor and casually walk back to her room as if she could own the behavior if you caught her (she absolutely couldn't).

She'd sit on her bed and take in the smell of you and your perfume, promising herself that was all she was going to do- but before she’d know it she would be playing with her clit with one hand, and holding your t-shirt to her face with the other.

One unfortunate afternoon, she was desperately humping her pillow- your sleep shirt in her grasp. She suddenly gasped as she felt that coil snap in her abdomen, and she panicked as she felt her bladder twinge in that oh-so familiar feeling that she was about to squirt. Hard.

“Oh fuck-

Shit-

I'm gonna-”

In a panic, she pressed your t-shirt down beneath her and gasped as she came all over your t-shirt, choking on her own moans as she soaked the fabric…

“…Shit.”

When you came home later that day, you walked into Ellie folding laundry on the couch. “Ellie Miller? Doing laundry? Have I sucked your dick and didn't realize it??” you laughed, walking over and kissing her cheek. “Ah- well, I know you had a lot on your plate, wanted to do something useful for once..” she muttered. “Youre more than Useful Els, thank you..” you smiled. “You want burgers for dinner?”

“Uh- fuck yeah.” Ellie responded, folding your freshly washed and dried sleep shirt on your PJs pile and standing up to walk to the kitchen.

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Loser!Ellie will do literally anything you ask. No, literally. Anything.

You want waffle house at 3 Am? All you have to do is sit and wait for her to come back with your chocolate chip waffle and apple juice.

You need help studying? Ellie has already made flashcards. “I don't know what the fuck a parabola is, but you got it right.”

But when she gets a text at work with you in something (or nothing), sexy with the words ‘come home.now.’ you bet your ass she's in her truck before her boss even knows she's gone.

She’ll walk in, dirt stains on her blue jeans as she ties her hair back and washes her dirty hands in the kitchen sink, kicking off her converse at the end of the hall and proceeds to fuck you into the mattress as her boss calls the cellphone she left at her workstation. She’ll have your hips and tits bruised up- and grunt in your ear “yeah? Is it good? Fuck- anything you want darlin- ill give it to ya”

She doesn't care how long it takes, how much or how fast or hard you need her- she’ll give it.

(she once passed out on top of you after going for three hours- but she brushed it off after she woke up)

[lowultima]

𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙶𝚞𝚝𝚜…

𝚅𝚒 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆…

But a lot of angst, this is a long one lock tf in - Low

𝙿𝚝. 𝟹

Blowing whistles echoed on the field. Cheers in the stands- the dark of the evening blowing cool wind onto your face.

“WHAT AN ABSOLUTE TRIUMPH FOR THE UNDERCITYS’ UNDERDOGS! A SCORE OF ONE TO FOUR HAS ABSOLUTELY DOMINATED THE NOXIAN FOXES!”

The announcer yelled over head as you hugged your teammate tight for making the goal. “FUCK YEAH!!” Vi screamed, the team coming together for a congratulatory meeting.

“I truly didn’t think we were gonna beat these guys- that second match went on FOREVER.” Gert said

“I know! Did you see all the fucking gear they had?? I think they had some guy with a massage gun on the sidelines I swear to fucking god!” You laughed, vi came up behind the both of you

“GERT! that fucking shot you landed on center was fucking amazing.” Vi yelled, grabbing the woman by the shoulders and shaking her with excitment.

“But did you see her?! That fucking ankle breaker had that girls face in the god damn terf!” Gert laughed, elbowing you as she mentioned the absolute killer move you pulled hearing the end of the game.

Some of your other teammates ran up, water bottles in hand. “But come on- Vi, that goal you made from left field? MWAH! fucking masterpiece. I hope someone got that on camera- that was magic, right guys??”

“That was probably the best god damn goal of the season.” You said, and as everyone laughed and agreed- vi looked at you from across their friend circle, watching your teammates hug you and laugh.

Vi’s cheeks flushed a little, before she patted her teammate on the back and went to walk towards the locker room, hands in her pockets as she looked down at her grass stained shoes.

“Vi!” She heard from the sidelines.

“Coach! hey.” She said, walking up to her and smiling softly.

“Wow Vi, I mean- just wow. That is the BEST you’ve played all season long.” Vi smiled and nodded, smiling proudly “oh- uh-thanks coach”

“I don’t know what you did- but whatever you did, keep doing it. You two did amazing today.” She said, nodding to you- being far too distracted getting hyped up by your fellow teammates.

“You keep this up, you might just beat her for front and center” she smiled, patted vi on the shoulder- and then walked toward the team. “LADIES! great job tonight!! Go ahead and go out and celebrate- we got until three PM to get back on the road!” Vi watched as your coach walked over to you, and she turned- she needed a walk..

You sighed, ready to get the feeling of cum, sweat, and turf off of your body as you stepped off the field. Your friends were already talking about going clubbing in the city again, but you weren’t sure if you were going to join..you had a lot on your mind.

You walked into the locker room, and sighed as you peeled off your sweaty gear, and stepped into one of the shower stalls with your shampoo, conditioner, and body soap, undressing behind the curtains and throwing your underclothes in a pile besides your clean towels just outside of the plastic shielding you from the rest of the locker room.

As the rain-style showerhead poured down onto you, you decided to take your time- mostly relaxing in the hot water and not really bathing yourself at first as you listened to the come and go of your fellow teammates. Slowly, the loud voices trickled away as they all showered off quickly and walked back to the motel a block or two down the road. You thought you were alone, intending to stay until you felt in the right headspace to go back into society.

…

As vi walked, getting herself lost in the halls of the overly large building dedicated to the opposing team- she sighed as she wondered about what her coach said..

She should have been happy. Of course she was happy- the coach said it herself, this was the best vi had ever played. This was a HUGE victory- and it meant that she was one step closer to her goal…

‘I don’t know what you did, but whatever you did, keep doing it.’

The phrase in her head over and over- as if it was to convince her that the sex actually benefited her playing. It was stupid to think like that…but you played good today too, really good. Your instincts as a player had always been..on par, but it was like you could guess what the opposing was going to do before they even did it. It was..inspiring..

Wait- ew- no. She hated you. She hated the way you bit your lip before the whistle blew, she hated how you’d make calling sounds to your teammates when you recognized what part of the field opponents were aiming for, she hated the smile you had when Vi scored- nodding approvingly as you ran back to middle field.

Something made a difference today, and if she was ever going to get to a better place than this, she needed to do better- she needed to BE BETTER.

…

As you showered, you hummed lightly now that you felt alone. You bent down to pick up your shampoo, glancing at the label just to make sure you got the right bottle-

The curtain was suddenly pulled back, and you turned quickly- mouth opened to scream, but Vi covered your mouth with her palm as she walked into the shower and closed the curtain behind her…naked.

Your eyes looked down at the hickeys you had placed on her tits only hours ago, and you pried her hand away from you mouth. “What the hell, Vi?!”

“Shut up. We need to talk.” She said, glancing up to the rain spout shower head “damn this place is fancy, I’ve seen one of these only in rich people mags.” She muttered, and you scoffed.

“Yes, thank you for the riveting conversation I’m sure was absolutely necessary to sneak up on me while I was showerin for- you fucking creep.”

“Whats with you always calling me a creep??”

“Whats with you being a creep?” You retorted, bending down and attempting to pick up your shampoo- but it slipped out of your hands. Vi caught it, and popped the cap.

“Vi! That shampoo is expensive, don’t use my shit-“ you started, before vi pushed your arms down to your sides and poured some on your head- then letting the bottle fall to the ground.

“What the hell are you-“

“Coach said something to me.” Vi said, and you paused as Vi’s fingers scrubbed the shampoo into your scalp. You couldn’t meet her eyes, looking down to your feet nervously. It..weirdly felt nice.

“She..she said the both of us played really good today…me more so than you of course-“

You scoffed.

“-but she said our performance was pretty damn awesome…” she said, words almost..gentle as she ran her sudsy fingers through your hair.

“And..she said that whatever I-… whatever WE did, to keep doing it..” she continued, pulling you toward her to rinse your hair under the stream of water. You closed your eyes as Vi’s fingers ran through your hair.. you stepped out of the water after your hair was rinsed, and you opened your eyes to look at her.

“What…are you even talking about??”

“Let’s…put it in a way you can understand-“

“Prick-“

“In a sciency way- I mean…

neither of us have changed what we ate, or what supplements we took, or what stretches we did before the game like we normally did..the way we played has always been the same..until today..” she continued- picking up the shampoo bottle- and letting some of the soap drip into her hand, scrubbing it into her own head.

“And you and I both know..that we both only changed one part of our routine- and it turned into a…hella positive result.”

Her eyes met yours, before she quickly looked away.

“I mean, one to four, in a finals match? That’s crazy, it’s gotta be some type of record for us..” She rambled slightly- tipping her head into the water and rinsing the shampoo quickly out of her own hair.

She made a grabbing motion to you, and you raised an eyebrow, before you followed her eyes and looked down to the conditioner beside you. You looked back at the woman, and rolled your eyes before you picked up the bottle and tossed it over to her.

“So…what are you suggesting..?” You asked, crossing your arms as Vi massaged conditioner into her hair.

“I’m just saying…maybe some type of..arrangement..could benefit the both of us..before a game- I mean.” She said, though you could tell hesitance was threaded into her tone.

When the pieces finally clicked, you paused.

…

That..

You didn’t expect that. You really- REALLY didn’t expect that.

…you both sat in silence for what seemed like forever.

Vi could almost feel herself shrink- but she didn’t know why she felt so anxious..it was a yes or a no. That’s it. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t have mattered.

You didn’t know what to say, but more so, you didn’t know how to feel..you knew you were pretty great today on the field..but did…what you and vi did together really make all the difference??

You needed to think. Or not think- maybe you needed a drink. That didn’t feel right either. Nothing felt right.

Vi watched as you grabbed your towel and rushed out of the shower- leaving her behind as the water poured down from the spout. She was frozen as she heard you messily dress and leave..you didn’t even pick up your soap bottles.

Vi’s back hit the tile wall suddenly, and she slid down as her fingers slid through her wet hair.

Why…

Why did that hurt so bad?

She bit her lip.

It didn’t mean anything.

She wiped her eyes.

None of this..what the both of you did, meant anything.

She hated you…

. . .

And you hated her.

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You watched as your friends got ready to go clubbing. You were in the city afterall- it made perfect sense to check out the clubs that were bigger and better than any of the dingy bars your team frequented in your colleges town.

“You sure you don’t wanna join us??” Gert asked, oiling the scalp in between her freshly braided cornrows as her other teammates did their eyeliner and adjusted their push up bras.

“Nah- after the whole spiking incident- I think I’m gonna chill here and watch some crime docs or something.” You said, taking a swig out of a can of soda.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your body wash though, can’t believe i left it on the bus..” you said-

Lying through your fucking teeth.

As they grabbed their purses, Jules and Gert smiled at you. “Well- have a good night in!”

“You have a fun night out- text me if you guys need someone to come get you…or if you need me to bail you out.” You chuckled.

“Yeah yeah..” Jules said, starting to walk out the door. She turned to Gert. “Glad I’m not in my room tonight- Vi always watches her action movies hella loud. Been in bed since the game- Said she’s sick.”

You glanced over. Slightly.

“Sick? Her?? She never gets sick..wait, where’s my lipstick?”

“In my purse- hold on let me find it” Jules continued as she looked through her purse.

“That’s what I said. But she looked like shit. Kinda sad- it was weird. She was just kind of sitting there- staring at the ceiling.”

Your heart started beating a little faster.

“She probably ate something bad. She always eats the expired food in our apartment.” Jules chuckled a little bit.

“Yeah probably. Love the girl, but she can never waste food.” Gert said, taking the lipstick out of Jules hand, and waving to you.

“Bye girl! See you tomorrow morning!!” They called back to you.

“Bye..” you said, voice slightly faded as the door closed, and you were left in silence.

It felt like anxiety was coring into your stomach like a worm to an apple. Vi has never gotten so sick she couldn’t party, she was a party animal. Hell- it was such a well known fact that you knew it, even if you cared not to.

…

But why did it matter?

It probably wasn’t because of you..

And even if it was- who gives a shit??

She probably had such a big ego that she’d get her little feelings hurt over a woman not wanting to fuck her.. just being a whiny bitch, like she always was..

…

Damn it.

Vi laid out in bed as the news channel played on the motel TV in the background, eyes watching the ceiling fan spin around and around as she replayed the last couple days in her mind..

Your little whines when you were fucked..

The way your fingers threaded into her hair..

How you always pushed her buttons..

The way you looked at her…

Her hair still smelled like your shampoo- for fucks sake…

How the fuck did she get all..caught up in herself? This was all just her feeling lonely. She haddnt had a girlfriend since..well, Cait. She definitely didnt want to think about Cait- especially since she transferred back to Piltover just a couple months ago.

Being a student athlete- one hardly found time for relationships other than quick hookups. Vi was on more dating apps than she’d like to admit- and while she was (of course) successful, she felt she was ready for something a little more..more. She wouldn’t mind holding a pretty woman past daylight- wouldn’t mind waking up to a not-so-empty bed..

Yeah..she just felt lonely…that’s why it hurt. It wasn’t you. It was Vi….

this wasn’t making her feel better.

She tried to ignore it. Put on the action channel and study the stains in the carpet around her bed.. take a sip of a beer she bought at the convenience store on the corner..

Around midnight- a soft knock echoed from her door.

She ignored it- thinking it was housekeeping or something..

Then came another knock, louder this time. Vi groaned softly, setting her beer down- walking to the door in her boxers and wife beater- and unlocked the latch before opening the door.

When Vi’s eyes met yours, she froze a bit. The both of you stared at eachother as you tried your very hardest to say something. Anything that could make her

you…feel better…

Your voice faded in your throat, and your body moved on its own-

You stepped foward and kissed her, lips locking as her hands found your hips slowly, pulling you in closer. Stumbling back, the two of you fell against the bed- the motel door slowly closing and locking behind you….

It was an agreement. A silent contract filled in the weeks between empty motel rooms and stadium storage closets…

When the tension built up between your constant bickering and arguing- there was (arguably) better ways to blow off steam..

But when you called Vi by her name and pulled her in by her jacket collar- Or when Vi would get so pissed she’d whisper in your ear just how much she was going to ruin you for any other woman later that night?

Both of you followed.

Your team kept progressing- you and Vi were absolutely dominating on the field. You realized how much it worked when your team made it into the NCAA college cup finalists..You hated to admit it, but Vi was right. The sex made all the difference.

Both of you had an outlet for your anger, and the both of you were more focused for conditioning and your games…there was only one game left.

Piltover.

During a three day period- the team got to stay at a Hilton via a grant gifted by the college since well- nobody thought the team was gonna get this far. instead of the crappy motels, there were actual amenities- restaurants, shops, bars, and clubs near by to go to. A whole floor for the team- it was badass.

You and Vi were ready to party.

Bar hopping by ten pm- tacos at twelve, everyone was having a great time. Watching recordings of your guys’ plays over the last couple of weeks- your team cheered for every last one of you. After dinner, the team decided to split into five groups..there were literally almost thirty of you afterall.

You and Vi found yourselves with Gert- given you both got along with her and Jules pretty well- along with a couple more girls.

“Woooow- you two are willing to be in the same vicinity as eachother for me?? Augh! I love you guys so muuuuch” Gert cooed as she smushed the two of you together.

“Ow!- ugh- stop it Gert!!” You laughed out as you pushed away from Vi.

“Yeah get her off me, I am haunted by that god awful gas station perfume.” Vi said- wincing as you punched her in the arm

“It’s a gender neutral fragrance”. You groaned. “And I spent a lot of money on it- it’s how I’m gonna get laid tonight, other than using my charm and having a fat ass-“

“Damnnnn girl- okay!” Jules laughed, vi paused a second- wondering if you were joking as you all made your way down the sidewalk. passing neon signs and clouds of cigarette smoke- you were excited to go dancing.

“Shiiit- look at that place, it looks fucking packed.” Jules pointed out to a club called ‘the dropoff’ and you immediately flashed your ID’s to the bouncer.

The club was fucking amazing. Multiple floors, hooka lounges in the back. A dark, moody dance floor that made you feel like you were, quite frankly, tripping balls. Pretty bartenders, Lemon drops and Yeager bombs, Vi was downing shit before she even knew what it was..

Vi wasn’t a dancer.

Like, she really didn’t. Felt weird- her Rhythm could only apply to practice drills, and maybe knowing how to carry a tune in a bucket. She felt helpless on the dance floor- and didn’t mind sitting at the bar and people watching…

But you were…something else. Truly.

She watched the flashing lights cascade around your outline and shade your face, hair moving with you in the shadows of the heavy bass and the thick fog of vapor. She watched you move- aimlessly yet so fucking matched….

And for a quick second- she could see your face as you turned, smiling in the spotlight…

You were alluring- making Vi wanna go to you, pull you close- and drown herself in that special little fragrance you had on tonight…because you were right. You were gonna get laid tonight, and vi plans to be the only woman that’s gonna lay you down..

But..Vi was going to hold herself back, stay in her lane and watch the hypnotizing way you moved….

But then you caught her eyes from across the floor, and the way vi was looking at you had you feeling hot. You looked her up and down- and Vi was ruined.

Vi was on the dance floor in a matter of seconds, pulling you close. “I’m gonna embarrass you..” She muttered in your ear, her warm breath gracing the shell of your ear like a god damn prayer. You spun around, leaning back against her “well then you better make it worth my while then..”

Vi held your hips from behind as you two rocked against each other. The loud music, the alcohol, Vi’s heavy breaths against your neck. God- you wanted this woman. You pressed back against her- and you leaned back against her shoulder, grinding your ass against her front as you danced.

“Fuck…” you whined, feeling Vi’s lips sloppily press against your neck, hand moving down to grip your ass tight as the both of you moved against each other to the beat of the music. “Sweetheart...” she muttered against your ear. Your face flushed, heart beating faster whenever she called you names like that..hand raising to run your fingers through her hair, gripping into her locks as the two of you danced. “Mn…yeah pretty?” You teased against her ear.

Vi let out a shaky sigh, and palmed you, fingers dragging slow up your body as she sucked a hickey behind your ear. She didn’t care who could see them- didn’t want to hide how much she wanted you. The last ten times of sneaking off was so fucking hot, but exhausting. You wanted each other loud. “Let’s get out of here- yeah?”

“Fuck yeah..”

You were already working on Vi’s belt before you even got off the elevator, kissing eachother messily as the two of you stumbled into Vi’s hotel room. Neither of you could even walk back- you were drunk- but that wasn’t the problem. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other long enough to walk- ending up in a taxi just to go down a couple blocks…

Didn’t matter.

Unlocking the door, vi pushed it open, the two of you stumbling in the dim room with heavy pants on your breaths “bed.” Vi stated, pushing you back onto the edge. She dropped to her knees like you had devastated her.

You had.

“Fuck- vi I’m probably all sweaty and shit.”

“Don’t care.”

“Vi-“ you started, before hearing the loud rip of fabric.

“Wha- did- did you just rip my panties??”

Vi looked up- and you were done for. On her knees, in between your legs- and looking up at you with lust in her eyes…and maybe something else. Something you liked.

“yeah..” Vi panted, eyes flickering between your face and your bare pussy- right in front of her. You bit your lip at her expressions, she was practically drooling at the sight of you.

You threaded your fingers into her hair. “What is with you and ripping my clothing- AH!” Your fingers gripped tight as vi licked a long stripe up your clit.

“God- been wanting a taste of you all fuckin night..” vi groaned, hands on your outer thighs as she pulled your body closer to her face.

She laps at your pretty pussy like it’s her only purpose, tasting you and pleasing you. You let out broken gasps and moans as her tongue circled your clit- lips enclosing around it as saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.

You were already shaking. Damn this woman, damn her for giving you the best sex of your life every.single.time. Damn her for looking at you like that. That look made your heart race, made you want to see her again and again- made you want to hold on and never let go.

You pushed her back.

“Wha-?”

“Kiss me. Kiss me now.” You stated, pulling her by her collared shirt onto the bed with you.

Your lips felt like heaven to Vi. She couldn’t even deny it. You were..annoying- god- you were annoying…but the chemistry was amazing. You knew where Vi was before Vi even acted. On the field, in bed, day-to-day.

Hell, the two of you could give each other a look across the room- and it was like an entire conversation. You just got vi.

“S-shit-“you hiss slightly as Vi bit your shoulder.

Vi paused, the two of you panting “Sorry- did I-

“No no- it’s uh- it’s fine.”

“You sure?” She asked softly, moving up to look down at you.

“I..”

“If you don’t want to, we can stop-“

“No!..Hell no. It’s just..”

“Yeah?” Vi asked softly.

“I..wanna go slow, this time.”

“Slow?” Vi repeated, smiling down at you, red hair framing her face.

You looked at her, and covered your eyes with your palm. “Shut up..”

“Pfft, I ain’t sayin’ shit…we can go slow.” Vi said, tone assuring.

“Yeah?”

“What, you think I’m incapable?” She raised an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, actually.”

“Uh! Offended!” She said, cupping your cheek. “I can go slow..” she started, kissing your lips tenderly. “And…soft.” She muttered as she gently kissed down your neck. “And..gentle..”

Your breath hitched as she lightly kissed and sucked at your nipples, blowing cool air to each bud as you writhed slightly. “S-shit..” you muttered, glancing down to Vi’s perfect body- the muscles in her arms and back flexing beautifully in the mirror placed on the wall across from the bed. Strong hands holding you tight, red hair trailing down her body and framing her large clit.…damn this woman for having the body of a Greek fucking goddess.

You reached out to touch her, but she grabbed your hand. Your eyebrow cocked in confusion, and she looked up at you. “What?” “Don’t you wanna..”

“Don’t worry about me.” Vi stated nonchalantly., looking to your eyes before looking away.

“I wanna make you feel good..” she said softly as she spread your legs, bringing one to rest over her shoulder. You let out a small giggle. “When the hell did you become so sweet..?”

Vi’s face was flushed. “Shut it…now spit on my fingers so I can make you cum..” she said, leaning over you as you took her fingers in your mouth, tongue lapping out against the digits as you let your saliva drip from your tongue.

“F-fuck..” she whispered, hand sliding down your body, her fingers slipping against your soft folds as she thumbed your clit.

Your head fell back slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Janna’s tits Vi…just- right there…fuuuck..good..hah…good girl..” you slurred out, and Vi but her lip. Hard. She liked that phrase a LOT more than she realized.

“Christ..” she whispered, watching your expressions as her fingers worked tight circles on your clit. She licked her lips lightly, and you opened your eyes to look up at her.

“No..no comeback? Think you're going soft on me Vi…” you whispered to her, and she rolled her eyes with a bashful smile. “Aint going soft..you wanted slow, I'm giving it.” she muttered.

Small gasps, hushed curses, and short praises littered the room as Vi slowly slipped her fingers inside, thrusting them in and out slow and steady- curling them just right in time with her thumbs movements.

“Just like that Vi, shit, you feel so fucking good..”

You were unbelievably wet, practically dripping as Vi’s fingers thrusted faster. Vi could feel herself, pulsing- wanting…yearning.

“K-keep talking” Vi whispered, fingers moving faster as your juices leaked out onto the bed. She knew you rambled a little- knew you couldn't keep your mouth shut once things got hot and heavy. She's memorized you.

“Oh god- please Vi-”

“Hah… you're- you're so pretty Vi..”

Vi kissed inner part of your leg. “Thats it..talk to me.”

You felt as if you were a sinner, confessing to Vi like she would absolve you from your mortal doings- you felt like you were worth something under her touch.

“Shit- I- I love the way you touch me Vi. You're..youre fucking amazing..” you panted, pushing back on her fingers, looking into her eyes. You couldn't stop yourself- you were too far gone.

“And I love the way you look out for everyone when we go clubbing-”

“Pfft-”

“And-and I love the way you look at me- the way you hold me, the way you kiss me-”

Vi's eyes widdened slightly, she wondered if you were just drunk…you had to be..

“G-go on- right on my fingers babes..” Vi muttered, face flushed.

“Youre so pretty, and sweet- and stupid and hot and dumb and perfect- oh fuuck..” you rambled, tears dripping from the corners of your eyes as your back arched off the bed.

Your eyes found hers, and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Vi-I-“

Vis mouth went dry as she looked into your eyes.

“I-“

Fuck.

“Vi- I love-“

Vi’s eyes widdened as you threw your head back in ecstasy. You practically screamed out her name as your mouth spoke words you didn't even realize you had.

“I LOVE YOU!”

Your eyes rolled back, and your hips bucked with every wave of your orgasm- and you saw white.

…

The silence was deafening.

You opened your eyes to look up at Vi, and she looked down to you with an expression you could only categorize as horror. You suddenly felt far too exposed, feeling empty as Vi pulled her fingers out of you. She only stared at you. You wished she would yell. Insult you- make it a joke, laugh.

But she didn't.

She just..stared.

Your eyes started to cloud with tears.

“Sorry.” you stated, looking down at the white sheets. You suddenly felt compressed- like you needed to move. You needed to leave. “Sorry- I'm sorry-” you choked out as you redressed. You couldn't even look at her as you left, the hotel door slamming behind you.

You went to your room down the hall- only a few were back from clubbing- your friends haddnt come back yet.

You don't know why you said it. You don't know. It felt right? You couldn't figure the logic, didn't know if you wanted to. Not right now. You needed to get out.

You changed into your drill clothes, and grabbed your ball. You needed to run. Needed to drill until your couldn't breathe.

And that's exactly what you did.

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Yo hey, this was a long one cuz I realized halfway through this should have been like- two parts but do you know how hard it is to copy and paste something on this god forsaken app??

Anyway, part 4 should be posted In a couple days. Since this series is almost over, gimmie some requests. - low

[lowultima]

Gonna release the 3rd part of the hate your guts series tomorrow. It was supposed to be the last- but I’m gonna have to make a fourth. Wish me luck- this part is as long as my cock on a Thursday night…wait what day is it again? Where’s my strap-“

- Low

[lowultima]

𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙶𝚞𝚝𝚜…

𝚅𝙸 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆…

𝙿𝚃. 𝟸

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The silence on the bus in the early morning was what should have been a welcomed respite from the reverberating bass of the bar the previous night. Despite the peaceful nature- Vi was exhausted. Agitated. She didn’t sleep. Not a minute.

She left the bar the moment that bathroom door slammed behind her. She was in her motel room before two AM. She could have had an easy 6 hour sleep. But she didn’t. Not a god damn minute.

Usually, no matter the time of day- you and Vi would have already been at each others throats despite being sat at the literal opposite ends of the bus. Being in the same vicinity of each other would be enough to set one of you off. But there was only silence.

Every time she leaned her head against the back of her seat, eyes lulling closed for even a hint of rest, all the could imagine was-

“Fuck!”

“Vi! Vi Vi ViViViVi-“

“Mn! Oh GOD-“

Her eyes snapped open, heart beating fast as her palm ran down her face in despair- letting out a short groan as she reached for her lukewarm McDonald’s coffee cup.

She wished she had downed at least four more shots. Wished she was blackout. The hangover would have been better than the knowledge that she willingly fucked you.

Even now, she could hear you- your version of ‘quietly’ talking to Gert about what defense the team might play against the Noxian Foxs’ well known offense..

There was NO way that you were less freaked about this than Vi was. No fucking way.

In contrast- you had regrettably gotten some of the best sleep of your life. The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. Instead of focusing on last night. On..Vi…you decided to focus on the game. These next games couldn’t be lost. They just couldn’t. The championship could mean your updated position to front and center, more scholarships- hell, you were thinking about going pro.

You didnt have the time to let Violet get in the way of your future. You worked too hard- and you weren’t going to let some bottom of the barrel, piss poor- hardly marginal bitch from getting in your way. You hated violet.

You hated her fucking guts.

When you stood up to use the bathroom, arms keeping you steady on the moving bus as you walked down the aisle-you had forgotten she was even there until her red hair struck familiarity from the bathroom mirror the previous night..

and you paused, realizing your eyes had met.

Your facial expressions suddenly showed panic- awkwardness, and even a little bit of nausea as you remembered just how those dusty blue eyes looked at you. She looked up at you with nearly the same exact expression..

You then felt your body jerk foward- knees hitting the carpeted floor and against Vi as the bus hit a pothole you thought was the size of a fucking continent. Violets hand shot out from muscle memory, grasping side of your head to prevent you from hitting the metal arm rest. She pushed you back as quickly as she caught you.

“Get the fuck off me-“ she grunted, watching as you fell back against the floor.

“Ladies! What the hell is going on back there?!” Your coach yelled at the commotion.

“She can’t keep her fucking balance, is what is going on.” Violet practically spat at you, and you looked at her- face red in embarrassment and anger as you pushed yourself off the dirty bus floor.

You felt your teammates eyes on you, and you snapped back. “Shut the fuck up-“

“Stop being so loud, it’s 9 in the morning.” Violet rolled her eyes- grunting as you pushed her head passing her row to use the bathroom.

You breathed heavily in anger as you slammed the tiny bathroom door closed- sitting on the toilet, head in your hands as you tried to calm down. It was a fucking accident- it wasn’t like you were falling into her gross tattooed arms on purpose.

Violet was the worst. She just was. You hated being around her- near her. You hated the cologne she wore to meetings and formal meals. You hated how she dyed her hair black after every 7 day fling with women that she hardly knew the name of- you hated her habit of shadow boxing your teammates in the locker room before a serious game. You hated the messy ass way she ate:

YOU. HATED. HER.

And you were reaching the limit with the bullshit she put you through…

Making it to the stadium, you stretched your body slowly- knowing the remaining four hours would be crucial to your process. Vi sat on the opposite side of the locker room- the schools gold and red colors finding annoyance in her eyes as she ate a protein bar.

She didn’t get your annoying little routines, flattening your hair on the top and smoothing it out with gel and a hairband (if you needed it)- cracking your back over the benches after wiping them down, sighing deeply as you touched your toes with your palms. She stretched too- of course, but like, an hour before the game like a normal person.

You got up, and began to walk, wander- explore. Noxus was a VERY rich University, its name (and founder) was based in South Africa- a very rich part of the continent, both in currency and culture..If you had lived in this part of the country, you’d have applied to go here- maybe you should have.

Noxus’ amenities for the students (and guests) was vast. Even for the opponents locker room- it was multi storied, an entire building. Dedicated to the opponents. You couldn’t imagine what the actual team had.

There was food being served upstairs, an exercise quarters- and apperently an ‘aquatic massage table’ that you felt far to poor to properly enjoy.

As you wandered, vi glared up as you slowly traced the painted wall leading down a hall. Past a curtain, you entered a room that smelled of wood. You looked around- no people around. A wooden square structures embedded in the wall with a digital pad next to a door with a small glass window..it took you a second- but it was then something that you suddenly recognized.

“No fucking way.” You huffed.

A fucking. Sauna.

…

“This place is far too ric-“

“The fuck are you doing back here?”

You jumped, looking back to see violet leaning on her shoulder against the wall- eyebrow cocked as she looked at you disapprovingly.

. “Jannas’ tits- can you not be a creep for one second??” You grunted, looking back to the sauna and pressing the digital pad beside the door, fidgeting with the advanced technology.

“The hell is that thing?” Vi chose not to respond to your petty insult, and you groaned. “God you’re stupid, it’s a sauna.”

“A what-a?”

“A sauna. They use them in like, Switzerland and stuff. People sit in there and sweat out impurities and all that spa jazz. Supposed to be good for you.” You muttered as you pressed a green button, looking through the small window as you watched the box start to steam up.

Vi snorted, walking up beside you and looking the thing up and down.

“You’re telling me that people willingly go into a little wooden box and sweat- purposefully??”

You sigh dramatically

“Yes- you fucking Neanderthal.”

Violet scoffed, folding her arms as she glanced between you and the wooden box.

You pause, then smirk as if you had the idea of the century. “I think I’m gonna use it.”

Vi looked at you.

“What?? No- don’t use it: this is our opponents shit, if you use it that just proves how much better they are.” Vi said as you took off your t-shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes, tossing them into a little basket oh-so-lovingly provided a few feet away.

Vi looked away from you in disgust as you pulled up your sports briefs that felt more like swimwear than underwear. Anything to prevent chafing.

“Hey, I’m taking advantage of the resources being handed to us.” You said, looking over. “Fuckin shit-they got a mini fridge with bottled waters too-“ you nearly laughed, grabbing a couple and walking back and up a step to the door.

“You’re weird..” vi said, turning around.

You roll your eyes.

“Well, when I’m refreshed and play better than you- we’ll see who’s the real weirdo.” You stated- shooting her the bird as you opened the door and stepped into the wooden contraption; feeling the heat on your body as you made yourself comfortable.

You smiled and closed your eyes, sighing deeply as you relaxed into the silence, enjoying the quiet hum of steam being released into the air….

And then your five minutes of peace was ruined.

Vi stepped in- in her basketball shorts and sports bra, like you- a water bottle in hand.

You opened your eyes and glanced to Vi’s confused look around the little box as she awkwardly sat on the long wooden bench a few feet away from you.

“…so..what do we do?”

“We sit, be quiet, and relax.” You said, closing your eyes again-trying to be nonchalant and keep your heart rate below 100 around this human embodiment of a stressor on one’s health.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“So how long are we supposed to sit here-“

“Oh my fucking god-“ you said, sitting up.

“You’re always telling me to be quiet- and the ONE time I am you can’t be satisfied- fucking typical.” You laugh sarcastically.

“Hey, I hardly grew up having clean water to take a bath in as a kid- I’m not exactly used to doing rich people shit.” She said.

“Violet-you are not the only one who grew up poor on this team. I assure you. If you’re not going to let me enjoy this- get the fuck out before I kick your ass out-“

“Did you not learn a singular thing while I had my fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt last night?”

Vi suddenly said- before she even realized the words came out.

The room suddenly felt a lot more hot than it should be. The silence, the air, the tension- it thickened with every passing second.

“I-you-it-“ you suddenly stuttered, being confronted about last night by Viol-Vi- no-wait-

You looked at her, and she could hardly make eye contact with you.

“…Shut the fuck up.” You finally found the words, looking away and leaning back. You closed your eyes-wiping your face as you felt sweat drip down your body.

Vi tugged at her bra strap- feeling the fabric sticking to her skin. God, she hated this. She wanted to get out- but now it felt like a challenge. Now that she had said something about last night, she couldn’t fold and leave like a pussy.

She looked at you, watching you spread your legs out in your shorts and tip back against the wooden wall. Her throat suddenly felt dry as she watched a bead of sweat trail down your bare stomach.

she took a swig of water- continuing to fidget with her clothes

You could hear rustling of clothes. The snap of an elastic band and Vi’s little grunts.

“Ugh- what now-“ you started dramatically, opening your eyes to see her holding her sports bra in her hand- tits fully out. Your eyes found her nipples.

Pierced.

They were fucking pierced.

Vi shrugged. “It felt weird to wear it.” She said.

You choked.

“Put that back on! You- you can’t be fucking naked in here!” You said in a hushed tone.

“I’m not naked. They’re tits.” Vi deadpanned.

You couldn’t even feel embarrassed-too worried about some staff member finding vi topless and getting their team kicked out, you glanced at the tiny glass window, then back to her.

“Violet Put it back on- now.”

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I hardly respect you as a person- much less an authority figure.” She scoffed. “Besides- you probably like lookin at em anyway.” She said.

“VI.” You stated. Clear as day.

She paused- looking into your eyes as she realized that you said her name right for the first time- well- outside of sex…before she smirked. “You’re a fucking bitch, y’ know that?”

“Thats it.”

You lunged, hand grabbing her face and forcing it up to look at you. “You think you’re tough fucking shit huh?” You said, voice low and dangerous. Vi struggled to pull her face away- but you pulled her right back in to look into your eyes.

“You complain and complain all the fucking time- negative as hell, bitching and moaning like a god damn child. Couldn’t your mother teach you anything about being a person people actually wanted to be around??”

Vi gripped the front of your bra and pulled you in.

“My mother’s fucking dead.” She hissed.

“You ain’t special. Join the club.” You seethed, before beginning to pull back.

You felt the fabric of your sports bra rip as vi roughly yanked you forward again in an attempt to get your attention. You yelped-slipping on the tile floor and falling against her, arms at either side of her to find purchase against the second wooden bench behind them.

You were quick to try to sit up and move away- but Vi held you by your waist. Tight.

You could feel your breasts pressed against each others- the sexual tension clouding the air thicker than the heavy steam that had your hair sticking to your face.

“That bra was expensive- you fucking dick.”

Vi’s glanced down to her thigh between your legs.

Sticky…

Heavy pants filled the steam filled room as the both of you fucked against each other. Steam and wet providing the perfect lubrication to glide against each others thighs.

“Horny bitch”

“Fuckin’ slut-“

The two of you whispered insults to each other as you toyed with her piercings, fingers tugging at her nipples. Every time Vi’s breath hitched- you felt like you won the game, only for vi to bite into your shoulder in retaliation.

Laid out against the wooden bench, the both of you tried to stay quiet.

“Someone’s gonna’ fucking hear you- loudmouth.” Vi whispered harshly as her clit twitched against your smooth thigh.

“O-oh please, someone could hear your whimpers a mile away.”

“I don’t whimper.” Vi stated, huffing loudly.

“Shit- Spread your legs wider” you said, and vi raised an eyebrow. “ what are you-“

You placed your leg around Vi’s hip, and pulled her in- not even thinking-

The both of you gasped, letting out a shiver as your pussies’ pressed together.

“Oh my god..” a choked whimper left her throat, nearly drooling as she looked down between the two of them- a thick string of slick connecting your clits as she pulled away, and ground hard against your soft- slick pussy.

You noticed how fucked out Vi looked, stuttering breaths, hands shaking as they held her body up. She looked like bliss..

“This..your first time doing this?” You asked softly, in a slight daze of sexual frustration.

Vi nodded quickly, eyes screwed shut as she rubbed against you. “Girls like t-the strap more..I..don’t get to feel like..like this...” she muttered- finding it hard to keep concentration when all she wants to do is pound you into the wood.

You look up at her, and you roll your hips.

“Then fucking enjoy it Vi.”

The two of you lost it, the steam and pressure building up as your clits caught against each others- thrust after thrust.

Outside of the sauna- the room was dead silent except for the hum of the machine. Inside was a far different story.

“Fuck!..fuck!” Vi called out your name as your pelvis rutted against hers- wet, slick sexes messily matched paces over and over.

Your hands held onto vi’s hips, guiding her as vi’a fingernails dug into your thighs. “Faster faster, faster-take it slut; fucking take it-“ Vi couldnt tell if she was begging or demanding, she didn’t care- all the wanted to do was cum.

You swore she was louder than you were- but you couldn’t care less as you grew closer to your orgasm. “You love this huh? Love fucking your teammate cuz you couldn’t find any other bitches to sleep with huh?” You panted out- and vi opened her eyes, looking down into yours.

“Yeah. I fucking do- cuz I’m the only one that makes you cum like this. The way you were calling my name last night- bet that was the best sex you’ve ever had.” She spat at you as she moved faster.

You moaned loudly, reaching one of your hands up and grabbing Vi’s neck.

“You fingered me all on your own- you dyke bitch, don’t tell me how much I enjoyed the sex- mn!”

Vi slammed against you over and over, you felt the coil tighten In your stomach as you stared deep into her eyes.

“You’re a lesbian too, last i checked- hah!…can’t say shit.”

“Says the one that’s gonna be cumming on my pussy” you smirked

“Not if you cum first.”

The two of you groaned loudly as the both of you went faster, hearts pounding- hips aching.

“Its-I’m-“

“Me too-“

Vi’s eyes rolled back as she squirted on your cunt- her wet, hot cum covering your abdomen. You gasped, holding her close and kissing her deeply as you reached your peak right with her.

She collapsed on top of you, holding you close as the two of you rocked against each other to ride out your orgasms. You swore you blacked out for a moment.

As the two of you calmed, vi slowly raised herself and looked down at you. The two of you started at each other, eyes half lidded and fucked out. You glanced at her lips again, Vi’s hand smoothed over your cheek…

“Wait. What time does the game start?”

“…SHIT.”

“…SHIT.”

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The two of you crushed a water bottle and scrambled to put your clothes on- rushing back to the locker room to check the time. “Fuck- we got an hour, everyone’s probably already on the field.”

“Fuck!” You yelled, trying to towel off your sweat and cum and get in your gear and cleats.

“Run out first- it’s weird if we came out together.” Vi stated. “Right, yeah-“ you said, rushing out towards the field.

“Where in the world have you been?? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Your coach yelled as you ran to where your team was gathered. “I got lost- this place is a maze. I’m sorry coach, it won’t happen again.” You said quickly, brushing your messy hair back.

“Where is Vi??”

“I don’t know, she was being annoying so I left, it’s how I got lost in the first plac-“

“I’m here!! Sorry coach- got my period.” Vi yelled across the field. Your coach pinched the bridge of her nose. “Both of you, get your shit together or your benched. I am sick and tired of your fighting and it will NOT be happening again, understood?”

“Yes coach.”

“Gotcha coach, sorry..”

The two of you glanced at each other- vi tugging up her collar to hide her hickeys as the two of you separated to discuss with your sections.

The game was about to start soon- but all you could think about was Vi’s face and how she looked at you then…

You hated her guts…

Didn’t you?

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Hello! I was asked by my first commenter ever to make a second part to the ‘hate your guts’ page. I think I might post a third for an end- and then start on a more long term series for my potential smut with long plot enjoyers to enjoy. Comment if you’d prefer shorter smut series or longer porn with plot series. Let me know!

  

[lowultima]

𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙶𝚞𝚝𝚜…

𝚅𝚒 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆

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Vi Hated Your Guts.

Not like, the normal, mature kind of hate- where one can just leave the room or refuse to talk to the hated.

No- fuck no.

Vi had the kind of hate for you that haunted her mind. Any time your name came up in any type of conversation- vi could go on and on about how you were simply unlikable. It wasn’t usual for Vi.

Sure, She had annoyance for those around her- a general dislike for people other than her close family and friends. But vi didn’t really hate individuals.

You, however- were a different story..

So how the fuck she ended up coming back to you over and over again..? She had not a god damn clue.

It started with a fight. The both of you had been fighting for the same position on your shared soccer team- you both wanted to be central attacker. Up in the action- where your blood pumped the hardest as the whistle blew. Vi was shorter, moved faster- the power in her blows were enough to send the ball halfway across the field. She thought she had an easy in.

Then you requested for the same spot.

She remembered after team meeting, coming up to you. “What’s your deal, man?”

“What?”

“I called front and center- I know we don’t really talk much but when someone calls something and does the work to get to a position, you don’t fucking rival them.”

“I’ve been wanting central attack for two years. You just transferred in violet, you don’t call the shots like that.” You stated, packing your jersey in your locker.

“Don’t call me violet. It’s VI” she stated, pointing at her own jersey. “It’s a dick move. If you were good enough to play attacker- you wouldn’t be in midfield for two years.” Vi stated.

You scoffed, turning around.

“I know you think that because your sisters a fucking science genius that you have some weight here- but you don’t have as much history with the team, or the coach- as I do.” You stated, zipping up your jacket.

If this pink haired bitch was gonna fight dirty- you were gonna throw it right back.

“You’re only here because you and your sister came as a duo. This school wants her way more than they want you- and when you realize that, you’ll gain some fucking humility.” You spat in her face, before walking away…

And that started a full on hatred between you two.

It would have been fine if the both of you didn’t like each other. But the fact that your friend groups were so intertwined, plus the fact you both were on the same team- made it hard to ignore. If you shoved vi, she shoved you back. In conversation, Vi would visibly cringe at your laugh- and roll her eyes every time you spoke. You’d tease her about her grades- the ones she could never keep up.

She hated you…but what she hated the most, was when you called her ‘violet.’

‘Violet, pass the damn ball!’

‘You didn’t pass that lab?? Seriously Violet?’

‘It always shocks me when you manage to find a girl willing to deal with you Violet.”

It had been a stain on the team- but no matter who would tell either of you to start getting along, it never worked. Neither of you even attempted to get along.

Touring for finals was the worst though. Multiple hours on the same bus. You’d think the distance would be enough to stop the two of you from arguing.

“Do you think you’ve got enough pickles on your burger??” You’d sneer as vi dumped a shitload of pickle slices onto her meal.

“Enough to drive you away- I can only hope.” Vi glared.

“You know, you snore when you sleep. It’s really annoying”

You whipped your head to look at her as the bus drove down the highway, you couldn’t even find peace from her after a nap.

“Maybe you should stop watching me sleep, y’ fuckin creep.”

Around dinner time, the bus stopped at a motel in a small town, and your coach stood up. “Alright girls, tomorrow morning we gotta get up bright and early. You can handle your free time however you please- but if you’re not on this bus by 7:30 tomorrow, you’re benched. Understood??”

“Yes coach.”

As you slid your duffel bag on the floor of the crappy motel room, you looked to your friend “we doin anything tonight?”

“There’s a dive bar a block or so away- I’m texting the group chat to see who wants to go drinking.”

“Damn- drinking before a game? Is that allowed??”

“I mean, as long as we’re on the bus on time and we aren’t actively fucked up at the game tomorrow night…”

“..alright, I’m game.”

You put on something easy you can dance in- your good bra and your docs and you were out the door. Half the team (or at least the ones who were at least 21)- walked to the bar with wallets in hand, excited to be able to take a break and party a little.

Vi chuckled with her friends in the back of the line- wanting a drink to ease her up.

The bar was a lot more clubbish than she thought. For a small town- they sure knew how to party. It was definitely for the chicks to get white girl wasted- between the early 2000’s club music and the sticky floor from spilt Long Island ice teas on the ground- vi found her peace doing shots at the bar.

She glanced over and saw you dancing, one of your friends grinding on your lap as you cheered with a vodka soda in hand.

She rolled her eyes, but kept glancing over to the dance floor every now and again. She saw her friends dancing- and smiled, before calling for another shot of whatever was cheap and decent tasting. As she downed the glass, she walked over to watch her friends get violently down to gasolina.

She wasn’t much of a dancer…

She might had been tipsy- but she could still spot a creep from a mile away, stalking the dance floor from the sidelines- glancing to your drink- open and raised into the air as you screamed out the lyrics.

The moment she saw a fizz, Violet was across the bar and knocking your drink out of your hand. You gasped as your vodka soda soaked your top. “What the fuck Violet!!” You yelled, pushing her away and rushing to the bathroom to clean yourself up, face red and angry.

Violet rolled her eyes- and called for the bouncer to get the drink spiker out. She was close to kicking his ass herself. After looking around to make sure all her other teammates were accounted for and good, violet groaned as her friend said “well- go explain to her what fuckin happened man. Maybe she’ll finally stop teasing you knowing you saved her ass.”

Vi huffed, grabbing another shot before begrudgingly going to the women’s bathroom; and knocking.

You opened the door slightly “Gert? That- oh for jannas sake-“ you said, before vi pushed in the door and shut it behind her. “God stop yelling for once, you’re so fucking loud.” Vi said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

You were wiping off your shirt with paper towels- the white fabric stained light brown from the coke, and you smelled like an alcoholic. “Get the fuck out violet-“

“I was only trying to save your ass from being roofied- dickhead- and stop calling me that.” She said, taking the paper towels out of your hand and tossing them to the ground. “So you can fucking thank me-“

“I can handle myself, Violet.”

“Stop. Calling me that.”

“Oh what? What are you gonna do?” You said, looking at her, pushing against her chest. “You think you’re fucking useful but you’re not. None of us needs you to protect us, or give us training advice, or any of that shit- nobody wants you.

𝚅 𝙸 𝙾 𝙻 𝙴 𝚃.”

You suddenly gasped as your back hit the tile wall-your eyes meeting cold blue as vi grunted in your face.

“Could you stop being so. Fucking. Annoying. For one god damn SECOND?!” She yelled.

The both of you panted in silence, looking at each others faces…

You didn’t know how you ended up like this. Didn’t even know who pulled the other in first.

The both of you pulled each other in like it was the last thing either of you would do, lips messy- teeth clacking, fabric pulling as the both of you desperate ly released the tension between you. Tipsy enough to say fuck it and pull each other in closer.

Vi’s hands gripped your hips like a vice, pulling them in to press against hers. Your tongue grazed her bottom lip and she groaned softly- you could taste the liquor on her tongue and how warm she was.

It was so hot, and you didn’t want to stop.

Your hand threaded into Vi’s hair- fingers gripping into her locks as you pulled her head back.

“Fucking bitch-“ she whispered, before gasping softly as she felt your lips against her neck. You could feel her throat bob as she swallowed, and you nipped at her skin as you felt her lower torso press into yours.

The both of you rocked against each other, desperate as the bass of the music pounded in your ears. Though- you weren’t sure if it was the music or your heart beat. Vi’s hands slid down and gripped your ass tight, thigh sliding between your legs as she pinned you against the wall with her body- lips finding yours again. You whined softly.

“Yeah, fuckin like that huh?” Vi whispered messily against your lips as her leg pressed harder between your legs. You just couldn’t help yourself, grinding and humping against her thigh as she sucked on your tongue.

Your hands gripped at her shirt, groping her tits as she rocked her body against yours. “Take it off-“ you grunted, pulling away from her lips; ripping the collar of her shirt slightly at you tried to take her shirt off.

“Shut the fuck up-“ Vi slapped you across the face lightly, and gripped your jaw as the pushed you back against the wall. You moaned- hands reaching to unbuckle the redheads’ belt as Vi’s palm pressed against your pussy through your jeans. “You fucking liked that didn’t you?” Vi whispered against your cheek, rubbing circles hard into your clit. “F-fuck you Violet..” you whispered.

You suddenly felt yourself being pulled by your belt loops to the grimey sink. Violet pushed you forward against it, and you looked back. “What the hell vi-“ you started, before your ass was roughly slapped, your jeans being yanked down to your knees- and you gasped. The air suddenly felt a lot colder than it was before against your wet cunt. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against the mirror.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re gonna see every second of this..” vi stated, gripping into your hair and tugging you up to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Look at me.” She stated, and you whimpered softly. “I hate you violet-“

You felt a sharp slap to your ass, and you whined. Loudly.

“That ain’t what you call me…” vi said softly against your ear- fingers slowly tracing between your folds, teasing at your clit without placing any pressure on it. You were practically dripping, you’ve never felt so fucking horny in your life.

This was stupid, so fucking stupid- you hated this woman: you hated her fucking guts

But as her middle and ring finger pressed in between your folds- just barely inserting herself in you, you cracked.

“V-vi…”

“OH!”

You nearly screamed as vis fingers pounded into you, your eyes catching her half lidded focused expression as her fingers curled into a spot you haddnt been able to touch in a long time.

“Fuck, if this is all it took to get you to stop talking- would’ve done it months ago.” Vi muttered, finally meeting your gaze in the mirror. “Yeah- you like my fingers in your slutty pussy huh?” When you didn’t answer, she tugged you by the hair again, making you arch.

“Y-yes! Yes..” you nearly cried, legs shaking as you leaned against the sink for support- gripping onto the porcelain for dear life as her thumb dug into your clit. “Yeah, this is your fucking cunt alright. Loud as your mouth.” She said, the wet Schlick of her fingers pounding in and out of you practically echoed in the small room.

“Vi…v-vi..” you whimpered out, Saliva dripping down your chin and into the sink as she fucked you with such severity. Your jeans slipped down further to your ankles, and vi used the opportunity to spread your legs wider, booted foot pressing your inner calf to make your spread your legs as far as they could go.

“Look at yourself.” She stated, and your eyes found your reflection as you felt yourself getting closer and closer- though- what you really wanted to focus on was Vi. When vi realized you were looking at her through the reflection- her hand went faster.

“Yeah- look at me while I’m fucking you...” Vi muttered- noticing how you pushed back on her fingers. It was clear you were close, and she wanted to see you fall apart.

Your legs were about to collapse, but vi let go of your hair and held you up. Your head didn’t drop an inch.

“Gonna- gonna-“ you could barely get out, before your body jerked as you creamed on her fingers- letting out a desperate moan as she rubbed your clit nice and firm to work you through your orgasm.

Your cum dripped between her fingers and down into your panties as she slowly pulled out of you. She moved to place her two fingers in front of your mouth. “Clean up your mess..” vi said, almost tenderly. You looked at her reflection as you slowly licked up her fingers.

“S-shit..” vi muttered, licking her lips as she looked down at your ass.

She almost didn’t, was about to leave you there to clean yourself up like the mess you were..

She almost didn’t.

But your voice was enough to make her change her mind.

“V-vi..?” Your wrecked voice asked, wondering why she paused- conflicted look on her face.

She fucking snapped.

Vi yanked down her jeans and boxers, just enough to expose her clit.

“Spit.” She demanded, her fingers still on your lips.

You did as you were told. A little too fucked to question.

Vi was quick to run your saliva over her large clit, stroking and rubbing herself as she pulled your ass back by your hips, one hand reaching up to wrap around your neck as she humped against your plush ass.

“Fuck- that’s it- fuckin take it-“ she whispered, your body pressed between her and the sink- cold porcelain pressed directly on your abused clit, rubbing over it over and over. You whined, but the noise was drowned in your throat as vi pressed against you over and over, dragging her clit against you.

“Mn! Hmn-“ you choked as you began to grind against the sink, panting out, eyes half lidded and looking to the ceiling as Vi’s voice graced your ear. She whimpered softly, cursing every now and again as she ground against the muscles of your ass.

There was a heavy knock at the bathroom door- and you were about to pause- but vi kept going

“Occupied!” She grunted out as her hips slapped against your ass, your clit buzzing with overstimulation as you began to feel lightheaded.

“Vi! Vi vi vi vi-“ your voice choked under the grip of her hand- knees buckling as you squirted, your cum dribbling down your legs as you realized vi was looking directly at you in the mirror- half lidded, horny eyes taking in every one of your expressions as her clit finally twitched with completion.

The both of you panted loudly, faces beaded with sweat as Vi’s hand released your neck, arm wrapping around your waist as her forehead rested against your shoulder.

..

You..

..You swore you could barely feel her lips press against your shoulder blade, before she pulled away from you, yanked up her boxers and jeans; before walking to the door.

“Don’t ever call me violet again.”

She stated coldly, before opening and slamming the door behind her.

You paused, still panting as you looked at yourself in the mirror- and realizing that that was the best sex you’d ever had…

God. You hated her fucking guts…

…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜.

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[lowultima]

Dirty Little Habits… VI NSFW

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Just a collection of things I think Vi does that she doesn’t want anyone else to know about…

VI definitely grinds down on the seam of her pants when sitting on a hard surface..usually alone, but sometimes she does it in the library at a small wooden table in the corner..Almost does it subconsciously. When that small bit of firm fabric catches against her clit accidentally as she adjusts her position- she just can’t help but rock her hips again…and again..and again. She never cums from it, but it definitely distracts- especially when caught in an online lecture or meeting and can’t use the bathroom until after it’s over.

Whenever VI wants to get off quickly, humping her pillow, or the counter top, or the edge of her bed, or..anything really- always gets her there, especially when she’s frustrated after her vibrator dies. Either she’ll barely pull down her pants enough to expose her clit- or she’s ass naked going full force against whatever she can find. Though, the tradeoff is that whenever she does it- she always squirts. Messily. No point in even laying down a towel- just goes completely lust-crazy and worries about the mess later.

VI Is nearly dead silent when she masturbates, but is a whining, moaning, groaning- almost animalistic soundboard whenever she has sex with someone else. Top or bottom- she wants to make sure her partner knows just how amazing she’s feeling.

VI, of course, didn’t take or learn how to use a strap until a couple years out of prison. Most of her sexual techniques are done through what she’s already got. Fingers, tongue, abs, knees. When she does strap though- she LOVES doggystyle. She knows just how deep she can go, and her clit feels incredible from all the friction…but she’ll do whatever her partner wants first. Always.

VI loves the idea of hate sex, but if her partner leaves without so little as a hug or a tender kiss to her temple- she will cry the moment said partner leaves. Hard. It’ll wreck her for days, but she’ll still get off to the idea of it again- her mind playing out a little softer of a fantasy as she creams.

Vi didn’t realize she was attracted to mascs as well as fems until she saw sevika physically pick up weights that doubled’ Vi’s, and she wondered if she was jealous- or if she was curious whether or not sevika could hold her steady as she pistoned a strap into her waiting hole…there was a reason she didn’t speak to sevika much.

Vi whispers to herself when she masturbates- specifically when she’s close. She’ll whimper out little “please please please..” and “oh Janna, I think I’m gon’ cum..” before she spills against herself, letting out a sharp gasp as she finally cums.

[lowultima]

SEXUAL TENSION #SEVIKA

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((Slow burn)) ((Eventual Smut))

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You don't really know how you ended up with the position you have, and especially doing deals with Silco. The opportunity crept up on you, being hired before there was a job available- much less an interview. Silco had ruled the undercity (soon to be known as the nation of Zaun), for as long as you could remember- you were pretty young when the dog of the undercity had been toppled, maybe 11..12? Now you were in your late 20’s, and so much had changed.

Since then, you had played your cards right- got into machines. Small but complex. Mostly aesthetics. A headpiece there, a shimmer injector there; you hated shimmer- but you still had to make a living…and actually, you did pretty good for yourself- you weren't out of food constantly- you had an apartment, a bed to sleep on….it was finally a simple, coordinated life..

So how the fuck you ended up sitting in front of silco and his right hand was a question you couldn't answer- and even if you could, it wouldn't matter. You lean back in your chair though- trying to pretend like the both of them were simply guests in your reality.

A silence stood in between the three in the office..

“So you build trinkets…” silco studied you, with criticism you were sure.

“Some of them are, some not. I think most people can appreciate both the pretty and the practical..” you say, and silco hums nonchalantly.

“Sevika.” silco stated, and the tall, dark woman stepped forward. Silco glanced to the side, before meeting your eyes yet again. “This is sevika, and she is going to be your client.” silco said. You watched as the womans eyes widdened for a split second- in fact, you were sure that no one would be able to distinct that she was surprised at all. You realize its only because you're in shock too.

“Oh..uh…well- I'm..not sure what I could make… a hair piece? Utility belt?” you question, unsure of what the near king of the undercity wanted from you. You were starting to get nervous.. Silco looked to Sevika and nodded. Sevika used her right hand to push a red drape of fabric away from her shoulder, revealing a residual limb. Your eyes widdened a bit, and you finally made eye contact with the woman.

The two of you held a glance for a mere moment, before she looked off to the side- hosting an expression you quite didn't understand. You looked over the residuum from your seat, and hummed in curiosity- evaluating how much could be done. Sevika clearly did not like that- she wasn't an oddity to be studied. She scoffed under her breath.

“Hm..a prosthetic-”

“It needs to be a weapon.” silco spoke over you- and your eyes narrowed in response. an annoyed expression loomed, tension growing in the room…probably not the smartest move.

“Anything can be a weapon if you try hard enough- what I'm concerned about is-” you paused for a second, turning to face the woman in your chair, looking up. “Sevika, right?” the womans head turned to look at you with a slight sneer. “I apologize- I feel I've been talking as if you weren't in the room with us.” you say, making the realization that if this woman would be your client, you wanted to speak to her. It was then that you had Silco out of the conversation. He wasn’t amused.

“I can make you a prosthetic..and a weapon. I've never done it before- but with some time, money, and the ability to study your frame, I could have it done in a couple of months.” you say. Sevika finally looks your way again. “I want it done in six.”

“I’ll have it in four.” You respond.

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Silco had desired for ‘the best weapon’ you could offer. You understood the desire, given the woman’s occupation- but when you finally had her in your workshop to discuss with her, Sevika almost seemed..disinterested.

well, honestly?

You couldn't tell what she thought. The tall woman had a near unbreakable poker face. Tapping her boot on the ground and looking off to the side as she smoked- letting a cloud drip from her lips like a waterfall as she barely exhaled, leaned over in the chair you had offered her when she arrived.

Someone who could afford to smoke down here was something you had never seen before. It was mostly for pilties that had the privilege of clean air and clean water to drink and food to eat at the end of the night. You wondered where she came from; wonder how she ended up in this position. Sevika had a cloud of mystery surrounding her.

…

Sevika didn’t know what to expect when she walked into your workshop. She hadn’t ever had a prosthetic before. She faired fine without one- but if it was possible to make her more of a threat, or replace that feeling of emptiness she had had since she lost her arm , she thought she could take however painful or intensive the process was..sevika expected that.

What she didn’t expect was the interviewing…and she definitely did not like it.

You, Taking notes…

Asking questions.

You asked about a lot of things. Her weight, her height, what hand she could write with, trying to get to know the woman in a way that would allow you to make her prosthesis effectively…plus, you had a morbid curiosity about a woman that was rumored to be so ruthless, if someone even looked at her the wrong way- they'd be dead before they hit the ground…which was probably something you should have kept in mind while asking her such questions..

Sevikas eyelid twitched as you wrote her answers down on a notepad, looking you over like her glare could gun you down. Given that she was silcos right hand, you having such personal information was..something sevika was not keen on giving. She had been relatively annoyed, but cooperative..

It was a simple question that made her snap though.

“So I’ve drawn up a basic layered construction, the mechanical parts have basically been thought up- I’ve almost finished on the full diagram..I think I’m going to treat all of the mechanisms so they won’t rust..start coming up with the schematics..”you muttered to yourself, before you looked up from your note pad and met sevika eyes.

“Since you’re picking materials, what color would you like the outer shell to b-“

You suddenly jump as sevikas’ chair was flung behind her as she stood up, leaning over the table to berate you.

“Why the fuck would I care about what color the thing is- its a fucking weapon, it doesn't need to be pretty.” she grunted, flat palm on the table as she looked down to you in anger. You looked up at her, raising an eyebrow, watching as she turns and paces a few feet from the table.

“Well, I want to be make you an arm that you'll like. You wont like it if its something that doesn't match your aesthetic, it will always feel foreign to-”

“I don't give a fuck what the ‘aesthetic’ is, just shut the fuck up and make It-”

“You don't get to talk to me like that.”

you stated, finding yourself saying the words before you can think. Her expression as she turned to you was enough to make you watch in near panic as she walked toward you, using her right hand to grip the solid wooden work desk and fling it a few feet away, landing nearly ten feet to the left of you.

The metal ring of your tools falling to the ground rang in your ears as sevika kicked your chair back- you let out a yelp as you collided with the cement floor.

There was silence as you looked up at the woman. Her facial expression exhibited danger, but her eyes showed she was deciding what she was going to do to you. You looked to the side, before looking back- and then your looked down at your own feet.

The silence scared you more than the yelling, broken huffs echoed in the workshop.. it was nearly a minute later when you spoke.

When you met her gaze again- you kept it, and let out a shaky breath. “You’re…missing a part of yourself…one that you can never truly get back. And its fucking up your balance and you cant write- or catch yourself when you fall on that side or defend yourself like you did once before.” your voice echoed in the empty room, Sevika huffing as she looked down at you.

“I can't…give you your organic arm back..but I can make something that'll be better than nothing. But…you have to work with me. If you don't like the arm, you wont use it…it…it has to be your arm.” you almost assured yourself, the look in her eyes-staring you down…it was enough to make you worry. Enough to make you squirm.

the two of you simply held eye contact…. before she found the will to turn and walk away. She needed out. As her tall frame reached the door- you call out. “Come by again so we can choose materials!”

it echoes. you cringe.

she pauses, before walking out of the workshop.

You eventually find the will to get up, letting out a sigh that you had been holding in. Your heart was still pounding…you look at the mess around you, and sigh again before you set the table back up, and continued working on the inner mechanisms..

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The next time you saw Sevika was a week later. You assumed the deal was off- frustratingly. The beginning pieces of your biggest project yet already set aside….

You adjusted with your headlamp and welding helmet as you made the final touches on a middle class piltys’ device, presumably for their child. It was a Valdiani music box, but it was an older model, and the turning mechanism had shattered. You were tasked with fixing it and cleaning it up enough for use.

You suddenly hear your workshop door open, and you call out “if you want to make an order or pick up a project you gotta send me a note in advance-” you turned, just in time as Sevika walked over, and looked down at you. “I…thought you weren't coming back.” you say softly. Sevika grunts at the tone of your voice, almost in uncomfortable stance. “I have other ventures to attend to…” oh….oh. She was embarrassed. Your lips quirk beneath your helmet as you realize your small victory, but you merely hum as you turn back to your work.

Sevika was silent for a moment. She was almost annoyed at how casual you sounded, how casual you treated her as a threat. She didn't know what to do with that casualty. She was used to the fear, was nearly absent minded to it.

“I thought you were working on my arm.”

“I have other ventures..”you mirrored her words nonchalantly as you welded the hinge of the music box back together. You flipped your welding helmet up, and you turned the now fixed key- letting the soft sound of the music box grace the air as a little mechanical solar system turned in the enamel box. You set it down and you stood up- taking off your helmet.

“Alright, I have some treated metals for the base of the device. Actually, I started on the hand a couple days ago..come on.” you said, flipping your messy helmet hair as you walked to the same table the two of you were at the week before.

Sevika simply stared you down as you continued to walk away..she looked as the music box winded down and the music came to a stop, the lid snapping shut. Sevika hummed softly at the craftsmanship- before walking over and sitting down at the other workbench, equally as cluttered as the last one.

She noticed that instead of one main work desk, you had a multitude of them-all dedicated to a single project. An intricate celestial clock, a gun, a decorative chest piece, and even a lamp. Seemingly small things- but she knew from Silco you had much bigger projects..it seemed you were a jack of all trades…

Sevika leaned back in her chair and looked over your tools. She spotted a digit on the table, and her hand moved to pick it up. “Is..this a finger?” she asked stiffly. You looked over and nodded. “Yes ma’m, actually- I need to look at your fingers right now so I can get the measurements right.” Sevikas eyes widdened for a second…ma’m. You continued speaking. “The closer the mechanical arm is to your real one- the easier you'll be able to use it.” you said, taking out a small measuring tape, and taking the womans hand.

Sevika froze.

The touch was quick. Gentle, even. between you wrapping the measuring tape around Sevikas tauny skin and writing down her measurements- you were done before Sevika could come out of her own surprise. “Alright…i haven't developed the process for this yet, but I am going to design the fingers and fist and insert a blade within the device…though I'm not sure how it'll move with the curve of the arm…eh ill figure it out.” you basically spoke to yourself as you got up, bringing out differing metals. The woman followed you with her eyes. When you sat back down, she had an amused smirk on her face. You looked up.

“What?”

“You're batshit, you know that?” she said, and you chuckle, sliding the samples over to her. “Maybe. Though, most mechanics and inventors act the way I act- just so you're aware.” you say. Sevika found interest as you tinkered, her fingers grazing over the metal.

“How long have you been doing this?”

You were a tad surprised at her actual interest. “Started collecting scrap as a kid…eventually wondered what I could do with the scrap..started making shit. Then I started fixing shit…next thing ya know, I got a business..between protection fees and rent- I do okay…” you hum, and Sevika pushed a brass colored metal to you, and you looked at it. “I guessed you’d like this one…” you say. She rolled her eyes. “You didn't guess shit.” and you laugh a little. Her eyes wander up you as you brush your hair back. “Whats the laugh for?”

“Nothin, nothin…im glad you finally like something that I've offered.” you say, glancing to Sevika again before assembling a few clawed fingers. “This look good to far?” you asked, and Sevika held up the digits to her sight. “This looks…deadly.”

“That is what you wanted, correct? Its your arm.”

“…i like it.”

The next two months went by in a blur, really. Sevika hadn't met many people that were able to shut her down when she was being unreasonable, and the two of you had had plenty of creative spats. The first time you mentioned her going to see a professional to talk about her issues with being a disabled individual, she destroyed nearly half your workshop. It took a Taser and a good punch in the face to take her down- the both of you meeting a couple days after to silently work on the arm with black eyes and bruised ribs, eyeing each other when the other wasn't looking..

Your personalities clashed, definitely. But the both of you had respect for the other. It was month three before the two of you began speaking like old friends.

“Well look what the cat dragged in..” you smiled as she sauntered in. She laughed softly. “Yeah yeah…sorry I'm late, had to uh..take care of something.” she said, her face stained with soot, blood on her knuckles. The moment you got a closer look at the woman, you shook your head. “I can't work with you lookin’ like that..your nose is still bleeding, by the way” you say, and the woman eyebrow quirked- before quickly wiping her face. “Come on back, I'll get you cleaned up so we can get back on track…”

“Oh..sure.” Sevika responded, following you up a small staircase and into a small apartment area. “Getting collections again..?” “how'd you know?” Sevika questioned lightly, sitting down where you had patted your hand on a chair outside what she presumed was the bathroom. “Cuz the only people that can do that to you is people who really want their money..and people that wanna live.” you hummed, bringing out a wet cloth. You walk up to Sevika, and just as she's about to take the rag out of your hand- you walk closer; and begin to dab the wet cloth on the womans cheek. Sevika pauses, like a deer in the headlights as you carefully hum and wipe the soot and blood from her face, and you take her hand to gently treat her skinned knuckles with an ointment.

Her hand was warm. Calloused and firm. Scarred- you could smell her hand rolled cigarettes from this angle. You almost found it…comforting..

You slowly found sevikas eyes, quickly realizing that she had been staring at you first. Your movements slow, but you don't look away. She doesn't either.

Sevika had been keenly aware of how close you were. How she could smell the perfume/cologne you had dabbed on yourself earlier that morning, how she could see the way you probably didn't get much sleep last night- like most nights..how she could see your tongue dart over your chapped lips in the cold of the un-furnaced’ apartment.

“You should come with me to play cards one evening..” Sevika muttered, barely a whisper- like she didn't recognized that she had said it until you responded. “Im not uh…very good with cards…but I like a good drink.” you respond.

Sevika studied your response. “I…can teach you.” she said, and you nodded slowly, feeling the ghost of her touch as her hand fell away from yours. “I still have to work on your arm…you said I need to get it done by next month.” you said, and she paused, before shrugging. “I think you can miss a night.” she muttered..the two of you made eye contact again- before looking away… “I got a deck in my workshop.” she nodded, that look in her eyes that made you nervous. “That’ll do.”

The evening was spent with gentle mutterings about the intricate ways of poker- a candle lighting the game as the two of you sipped away at a chai you were gifted from a client from noxus. “Okay, now put your cards there…”

“I can tell you got good cards, keep your expressions together..

..Well now you look like you’re constipated, don't do that.”

You almost giggle as you try to come up with a decent poker face, but you end up breaking every time. Sevikas little smirk doesn't help. “Youre hopeless, I swear.”

“Im hopeless?? You still haven't picked out a color for the shell of your arm-”

“Oh god don't get started with this again-”

“Im serious Sev.”

Sevikas gaze spots you as the nickname slides from your lips. A Freudian slip, really. You feel a little hot.

“Well…whats your favorite color?” she asked gently, and you shrugged. “Hm…i think…it’d have to be green. Like, a nature kind of green..like the leaves on a tree. There's a section of the undercity where you can still see plants sometimes..i used to live around there before I got the workshop.” you mutter, picking up the cards again and shuffling them. “I know Noxus Hold ‘em…if you wanna play something I'm competent in..” you say- Sevika doesn't respond. You look up. “What?”

“Make it green then.”

“What. Your arm?”

“Yeah.”

“Why??”

“I don't know what other colors to choose. I'm not really a colors…type of person.” Sevika admits. You hum quietly.

“well, this arm is for you, not me.”

“Well..i think the creator should get a little input in the final design.” she says as you shuffle the deck again and pass 5 cards to her.

You chuckle.

“…what? I'm being nice.”

“Nothing nothing…i just remember when you nearly killed me for asking this..and now you want the color to be my favorite color. Its just..its funny. Sweet really.” you smile gently as you look down to your cards- not noticing how Sevikas gaze from then on was focused on you..

Sevika didnt speak much for the rest of the evening as the two of you played cards. It was the early hours of the morning when the candle burnt out- and the two of you decided to call it a night. You yawned softly as you wave the tall woman off, shutting your businesses’ doors behind you..

Sevika didnt leave until she heard the door lock.

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Sevika haddnt been to the brothel much lately. A previous regular had been skipping out the last couple of weeks, but given the girls that serviced her loved to talk- it didn’t take long to figure out who extorted collection fees in your neighborhood. It took even less time to figure out that he was serviced by the same brothel that previously serviced her..

when it came to tracking people down, given who sevika was- she had all the right connections to figure out who the bastard that had been taking nearly half your income was.

…

“That’s fuckin right baby, jerk it like you mean it..” the man grunted behind the sheer curtain, reeking of booze and filth- sevika sneered, ripping the curtain from the rafters as she walked in.

“Leave.”

She stated to the poor prostitute- who seemed to be a lot younger than the older manager had let on. It wasn’t her fault. Some people had to do what they had to do to survive in the undercity..

As the shirtless woman ran past, sevikas eyes found his. “Hey, what the fuck! I paid for an hour and I’m gonna use that hour however I damn ple-“

Sevika grabbed the man by the hair and threw him against the wall. “East street, left Ave.- you own it?” She questioned as the man desperately recovered, trying to pull his pants up as he groaned out in pain. “Yeah I fuckin own it, you bitch-“ he hissed, before his nose was broken against sevikas knee, her tied up hair nearly coming loose as she kneed his face once, twice, three times. The shifty individual yelled out as sevika pulled out a quick pistol, crudely marked with light blue markings and sketches. She sighed with frustration, seeing the drawings on the barrel.

Jinx..

“Silco owns it now.” She stated, pressing the barrel to his forehead. “Understood?” She grunted. The grimy man looked up, and spat at her.

“Fuck. you.”

Sevika scoffed, a little smirk on her lips as she tipped the gun down, and shot the man’s cock clean off.

She took out some cash from her pocket, and tossed it to the prostitute as the man’s screams filled the brothel. She walked out the door, and back into the night..

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It had been a couple of days since Sevika had come back. You were used to her near constant presence every late evening, You were more than halfway done with the prosthetic by the nearing end of month three. You needed Sevika to start with the attachments on the womans residual limb from the amputation..well, it looked like an amputation. You were unsure what had caused Sevika to loose her arm, and you weren't in the mood to play stupid games and win stupid prizes to find out. You were starting to get concerned, until she walked in on a chilly evening.. you could recognize her footsteps as she walked into the workshop.

“Been a minute…where have you been?” you question gently as you test the reaction time of the bending of the elbow of the prosthetic.

“We’re going out.”

You looked up “What?”

“I taught you how to play cards for a reason- didn't I?”

You sigh as you set down your tools and lay the prosthetic to rest on the table. “Burnin time and money, don’t got all-” She pauses, her eyes catching shiny bronze, her fingers moving to graze over the metal diamond patterning.. “Shit…when did you do this…?” “finished it last night. Thought you'd like it.” you mutter as you look around for your wallet. You swore it was somewhere around the workshop..

Sevika was silent for a minute, admiring the carefully crafted filigree, before finding her words.“Come on- there's already a table waiting for us.”

“Hold on sev- I gotta find my wallet.”

“Im paying, come on.” she said, turning around and starting to walk out of the workshop. You look up, eyebrow raised, and then quickly following her, locking up before walking down the smoggy streets, her following a pace behind you.

“Ya know, you're really hit or miss with these things sometimes..” you mutter as you pass one of your neighbors, nodding to them as you walked past. They looked happier, the whole neighborhood seemed..almost lighter. “Hey Miss cantyal, I’ll have your watch done by Tuesday.” You smile as you passed, You did that a lot- you were quite familiar with the community. Sevika had noticed.

“Youre pretty friendly with some of these people..”

“Well, this neighborhood is my community. Most of the undercity is a community of people who don't get opportunities- and have to live with what they got…My family is dead and gone. These people are what I got, even if the lot of them are murders, swindelors..thieves, assholes..it’s all I have. Most of them didn't have a choice to end up that way either.” you say, kicking a dented can back to a small group of children that were previously kicking it around an alleyway.

“Thats…a good way to look at this place. First positive thing I've heard in a minute.” Sevika hums.

“As far as I'm aware, youve been here since I was a preteen..so I thought you'd get it.” you say, and Sevika pauses. “Preteen?? How old are you??” she asks, concern in her voice. “Twenty-five.” you respond. “Fuck…guess I'm just old then…im about to be thirty eight”

“No fucking way- that's bullshit.” you say, and she rolls her eyes. “Im serious!” you say, laughing. “You look hella young- good for you.” you said, and she chuckled. “Flattery will get you nowhere princess.”

You smile softly, budding her side lightly.

“If I wanted to flatter you id say something much more crude than that.” you responded. “And I ain't your princess. I'm an independent woman, I don't need no man.” you joke as you saw the last drop in view.

“Good thing I ain't a man then.” she stated, hand on the midsection of your back as she guided you forward for a few paces.

You nearly choke.

Sevika stayed looking ahead. She continued to walk to the front doors-looking to the bouncer and watching as he stepped aside. You then followed behind her, feeling an unusual sense of privilege as you passed the line of people waiting for entry.

You had seen this place from the outside before- but you had never gone in. You were too busy to party, didn't exactly have drinking buddies that were cool with the possibility of being in the middle of a brawl. You weren't quite a fan of the idea either.

Getting comfortable with Sevika, you might have misunderstood how much power she actually had until you watched as people moved themselves out of her path- the bartender immediately dropping what he was doing to mix up a drink, the patron he had originally been serving yelling until he turned and make eye contact with Sevika- and he immediately left his seat at the bar. “I need a steady flow tonight of my usual..” she stated, looking back to you.

“What do you want?” she asked, far more stern than when she usually talked to you. You found an expression and tone that suited the situation kindly. You might have been unfamiliar, but you weren't gonna be out of place.

“Gimmie something smooth, house brandy or gin, on the rocks- no mixers… and I don't have time for that cheap menthol crap.” you responded, looking to the bartender. Sevika coughed a little bit, nearly proud of your order. You caught her eyes for a split second.

Before you knew it you were walking to a table near the corner, far enough away from everything that you could hear yourself think.

“Im impressed.” Sevika muttered as you walk over.

“Im not helpless.” you shot back, chuckling softly as you took seats close enough to not have anyone between you two, but far enough to where you could glance and see each others’ faces, Sevika on your right side. The two men in front of you were seedy to say the least. One put up a shimmer vaporizer to his face, taking a deep inhale as he caught eyes with yours. You looked him up and down with a near scowl. This place was littered with shimmer.

“Alright boys-” Sevika said as she reached for the stack of cards in the middle of the table- but you got to them first, taking the time to get in a nice shuffle with plenty of theatrics. Sevika glared toward you, as you laid down the cards with efficiency. “Thought id give myself a chance to show you what I've been practicing. I'm an entertainer at heart.” you joked. The statement itself was untrue, you were boring as all-get-out in your opinion.

Sevika would have probably disagreed if she could hear your thoughts. She nodded nonetheless, understanding that these words were a performance, just like hers. A middle ground. You understood that your friendship with her didn’t matter right now. This was sevika’s territory, and it spoke volumes to her how much you understood that. he tossed some coin chips in the middle. “These are for the both of us. Separate draw. 50 gold hexes at stake, raise em as you please..Winner takes all.”

Sevika laid out the ground rules, the men looking you up and down, sizing you up as you glanced to your cards. You frown slightly, before feigning forgetfulness and immediately resuming a poker face. One of the mens glances said it all- fallen straight for the trap.

Sevika watched in abject horror and amazement as you played these men like a fucking rube, heavily in sevikas favor as you made them raise their dime. She wondered if you had practiced more than you had let on, or if you just had a natural talent for bullshiting and card counting.

Drink after drink was brought, the rounds went long and the game went on. Sevika was loosing. It was only when a crash from a disorderly drunk caused the even drunker men to loose focus, when sevika suddenly felt a graze between her dark fingers, a slight touch to her lighter palm. When she looked back to her cards, she realized they were different. An ace.

She turned just in time to see an eight of clubs slip into your sleeve. It seemed the theatrics were good for something after all…she normally hated petty cheaters and cheap tricks, but when money was on the line, she found comfort knowing You weren't as inexperienced as she thought you were. Sevika layed down her cards.

“Poor luck, boys.” she chuckled, watching as the men groaned and took a hit of their shimmer again. The two of you played two more games before finding yourselves in a curtained booth, laughing and counting how much you made tonight.

“I cannot fucking believe you managed to pull that off- where did you even learn that?” Sevika asked, trailing her fingers up the condensation of her glass.

“ A womans gotta have her secrets, vika...” You chuckle as you down the rest of your sixth glass. “Why’d you take me out here anyway? I doubt you do this with any person you do business with..” you couldn't help but question as you leaned against your palm.

Sevikas expression warmed a tad as she shook her head in playful disbelief.

“Youre not annoying.” she stated simply, lighting a cigarette. “Oh, how sweet.” you said sarcastically, and she chuckled. “Hey. Everybody irritates me..or they're scared of me. Or both.” she chuckled. “And you.. are neither.” she said, downing another shot and sending out for another round. “I think the booze is making you honest.” you chuckle, savoring the tipsy feeling. Sevika reached forward and pushed the money toward you. “Here.” “your winnings?” “our winnings.” she stated, taking a couple coins and placing them on the drink tray.

“I can't take all of it, let’s split it.” you insist- smiling at her.

“Its a bonus.”

“For..?”

“your work.”

“Im already getting paid to make your prosthetic.” you say. Sevika looked around the booth and shut the red drapes to keep the two of you from eyesight.

“Thats why its a bonus.” Sevika said, leaning back in her both seat, looking at you through her eyelashes. You look back at her with the same expression- but you lean forward.

“And what have I done to deserve this bonus?” you ask, smiling softly at her. She looked at you, but she had to look away.

“You..” she started, trying to find the best way to word it.

“You deal with...”

“You?”

Sevika chuckled softly “asshole..” “you asked.” You smiled, and sevika continued. “ah…particularly my bullshit..my anger.” she chuckled, almost nervously-watching as you took a long sip of your drink, before setting the empty glass on the drink tray.

“Well…this isn't as easy as making a machine, ya know…its…deep.complicated. Even you know that”. you said, brushing your messy hair back. you close your eyes and lean back in the booth- sighing as you stretch. It’d been a while since you had gone out like this. “..Y’ mind if we go back to your place?” Sevika asks, and your eyes snap open. The tone was…

“Not like that.” Sevika corrected herself, you sigh a little, chuckling.

“Dont wanna order a water and look like a pussy in front of your fellow patrons?” you giggle out a bit, whispering out a quick ‘fuck’ as you settle in with how drunk you were. Usually, if you were this drunk you'd be at home, dancing to a record in your underwear- maybe working on a personal project in your workshop even..

Sevika chuckled, stirring her drink before downing the last of it. “I wouldn’t mind sobering myself up with that tea you made the other day.”

“The…. chai?” you asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Mhm.”

You hummed, agreeing. “I'm way to tipsy to be out in public anyway- lets go..” you said, and you pulled the money off the table and into your multitudes of pockets from your work pants. Your pockets would jingle when you walked.

Sevika watched as you carefully walked out of the booth, mistepping every once in a while. Tipsy, but not fucked up. She chuckled- nodding to the bartender before making her way out to the street with you.

The two of you started your walk back, during the walk, you couldn’t help but start talking about the little surprises you've put in her prosthetic. You couldn't help but boast about how hard you've worked on her arm these past few weeks. It had basically become your aforementioned passion project. How could it not be?? A practically unlimited budget with nearly full creativity on the design? It was perfect, and Sevika had become the perfect muse..

“Its so fun trying to put all the pieces together- the amount of cogs I've shaped and reshaped. Though I know there's going to be a power source we gotta find. I'm thinking steam, though I'm unsure-”

As you talked on and on during their walk, Sevika looked down at you, smiling softly as you spoke- but still taking moments to watch for petty thieves, but she was just as easily getting herself distracted.

She found it so cute that you were so excited about this, how excited you were to know how she liked the prosthetic in your tipsy stupor..

Fuck..maybe she did have too much to drink.

After arriving back to your workshop, you unlocked the door and walked in. “I think that we should totally have you try it on once we decide on a power source…” you mutter to yourself- walking up the staircase slowly. “Fuck..yeah I'm fucked up.”

“Im right behind you.” Sevika said assuringly. You giggle happily

When you walked through your door, you collapsed onto the couch in your small living room, sighing loudly as you took off your boots and turned on your record player… Sevika looked around your apartment and glanced to the record. “Reinen Noxium…good taste.” she said quietly. “Thanks..oh yeah, you wanted that chai….” you said, standing up and stretching a little.

“I mean, if you wanna keep the party going I don't mind a nightcap.” Sevika said before she could process her own words. She wanted more time.. “Dammmm ‘vika. You're a heavier drinker than me.” “i don't think you know what heavy drinking is.” Sevika said.

“Well damn, okay asshole..” you chuckled, going to the fridge and pulling out some nice wine. “I don't have the hard stuff, but I think this’ll be nice to end the night off with before you go home.” you said, pouring two glasses, taking the bottle with you to the living room.

“You can take your shoes off, it's alright. My house is your house.” you say, and Sevika met your eyes. “Youre too nice for your own good..” she says softly, taking a long sip out of her glass. “I didn't think you'd like jazz.”

“I do. These were my moms records, she left them to me. Plus- I'm way to poor to afford new ones these days.” you say gently. Sevika hummed.

“I lost my parents pretty young as well..how old were-”

“Eight. Maybe nine.” you state, sighing softly.

“Im..sorry.”

“The average life expantancy back then was 35, I mean- I'm surprised they lived as long as they did when piltover and the undercity were basically at war..” you say, taking a sip. “I did good, that's all I can be proud of.” you say, and she stares at you.

“…what?”

“Thank you.”

“…is….this about what we were talking about earlier?”

“Yes. I just..didnt want to talk about it in public.”

“Your image or your ego..?”

Sevika scoffed, almost playfully.

“You know I’m right though.”

“Yeah yeah..”She sat beside you, legs spread as you took a sip from your wine glass

“Figured..”

There was silence between the two of you.

“Youve been way more tolerant of my bullshit than you should have been…” Sevika said again- and you lean your head on her shoulder. Sevika pauses. You relent.

“You needed someone to listen to you..ive got a feeling that you've been listening to what everyone else tells you to do, and honestly..? Its your arm. You get to decide everything that goes into it, and you get to decide what to do with it.” you say. Sevika takes a breath. “Youre..impossible.” Sevika whispers.

“I was accurate though-huh?”

“Shut up.” she chuckled.

Silence again.

She glances down at you, you look up at her as she wraps her arm around your side. A silent glance as if to ask permission for her to do so.

“You…makin a move on me?” you tease slightly. Though, you felt you were reaching.

“Im getting comfortable.” Sevika states nonchalantly.

You hum, a drunk smile on your face. “You don't got anyone waiting for you at home..?” You finish your glass and set it to the side.

She looks at you, that same unreadable expression on her face. Only, this time, you think you've got this look figured out…You like the way she looks at you…

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“Aint no one waiting for me.” Sevika muttered, realizing that you were flirting with her..and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.She usually hated the back and forth, preferring to take her hookups hard and fast. No tiptoeing around the desire. But..for some reason this felt a tad different.

People submitted to her easily, or were purposefully bratty…you felt like someone to win over. Just being her wasn't enough- she needed to make an effort…and she decided that she wanted to see where this would lead.

“I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't want to have anyone waiting for you at home.” you hum as you find yourself swinging your legs over Sevikas lap, her legs spread a little wider, and she smirked playfully.

“Im not.. opposed…i just generally dislike..people. Don't like the general lot of ‘em.”

You couldn't help yourself.

“And I'm not people?” you chuckle, teasing her as you reach over to take your bottle of wine off the side table

“No, I like you. ” Sevika stated, her arm settling on your outer thigh to keep you steady. She realizes what she had said a few seconds later, and her smirk dropped. You allow a reprieve as you press the neck of the bottle to her lips- sevika greedily takes a sip to save herself.

You watch as a trail of wine drip from the corner of her mouth and make its way down her neck..you suddenly find yourself pulling back from the idea of trailing your tongue up her sepia colored skin- you couldn't help but revel in the warmth of the idea of her skin on yours…

“I like you too…”

The bottle falls from her dark lips, and you tip your head back as you take a long swig- licking your own lips as Sevika holds you ever so closer…

“Ive started expecting you...” you speak again. Fuck- you were drunk enough to want it. Want her.

“For your own curiosity..” Sevika deflects, she was in too deep.

“For you…” you whisper.

“…fuck.”

Sevika almost pulls you in, desperate as she finds your lips. You gasp into her, tipping your head to lock into her kiss. You didn't think she had the balls..you were too wanting of her, you didn't want to think of the consequences..

She kisses you like she needs you, revealing her lascivious nature with a kindness that made your panties wet. Her hand caressed your lower back as she pulled you in closer, thumb inching up under your shirt and over the lower digits of your spine. You shivered, and Sevika couldn't take it.

Sevika pulls away, almost panting.

“I am..literally the worst option in Zaun..” Sevika mutters, breath on your lips.

“Maybe..” you hum back, straddling her thighs-the near empty wine bottle falls to the floor. Sevikas tongue dragged across her own bottom lip. She was getting desperate. “Doesnt mean I don't want you any less.” you look into her eyes. It was way to much for her to handle..

Sevika was a lot of woman though, and you didn't know if you'd be enough for her…

…

Sevika haddnt thought about you in this way until the second month, watching you bend over a work desk to get a specific drill for another project. She pushed it away for a while. You were..attractive, and you were the only person outside silco and jinx that she saw on a near daily basis. She tried to ignore it. Tried to convince herself that she simply needed a night at the brothel to keep herself careful.

But as she silently watched you, listened to you-She couldn't help but Indulge in the late evening idea of how you could pop your pretty tits out of that oil-stained work shirt you wore, or what you'd sound like while you tried to bandage her up in your apartment as her fingers were knuckle deep in your cunt..

Or maybe…

What you'd look like in the early morning, making that amazing chai and fixing your messy hair as you tried to adjust to the new day… or maybe how you could simply be with Sevika in your free time as you had allowed her before- just the two of you spending the hours of the afternoon laughing about things other than whatever dark topic was plaguing Sevikas mind..

God. She really was in too deep.

The both of you kissed each other passionately now- your hands reaching to let Sevikas short hair down as you reveled in the taste of her cigarettes on her lips. Sevikas fingertips wandered down to the waistband of your pants, trailing just under the elastic to get an idea of the panties you were wearing- the ones she vowed to take off of you tonight, if only you'd let her.

As the two of you pulled away for a quick second, just to breathe- you couldn't help the soft whimper that graced your lips like a prayer…

It broke Sevika entirely.

You suddenly hear fabric ripping as your favorite work shirt was torn from your body “the fuck-”

You suddenly gasp as Sevikas lips met your jaw, then your neck. “M’ gonna pay for that..” she muttered, already taking her opportunity to run her fingertips up your torso. You feel yourself arch into her touch.

“Sev- im- not-” you choke a little as her course fingers run over the delicate flesh of your breast.

“Wearing a bra..yeah. i know.” her warm breath meets your ear as the fabric falls to the floor. You whine with desperation. Sevika lets her tongue graze over your nipple as the trails her fingers once again; lower this time. “Look at me, pretty.”

You finally drop your head to look at the woman before you. “..you're so pretty sev..” you mutter softly- your hands moving to unbuckle her belt. Sevika smiled, but tried to hide it best she could as she put her hand over yours. “Ah..let me take care of you..” sevika muttered against your bare skin, kissing your wrist. You looked at her, cupping her cheek with your other hand.

“Youre far too good to me..” you mutter

“You’re too good for me…feels like I’m loosing my touch..” she whispered. the two of you looked into each others eyes, before she wrapped her arm around your waist, picking you up. Her arm dropped you a little before throwing you back up to adjust her grip on you. “Holy shit-“ you gasp as she carries you. “Which one’s your-“

“Door to the right.” You say, grasping to her as she leaned in again to kiss you. The both of you basically crash against the hallway walls, your arms wrapped over her shoulders as sevika held you up under your upper thighs.

Sevika kicked open your bedroom door with her foot, and messily stumbled toward the bed as the two of you exchanged hot, sloppy kisses.

The room was messy, of course you weren’t expecting company- much less of this kind. At this point you were too drunk and too horny to care. Sevika nipped at your neck before the both of you collapsed onto the edge of the bed,sevika kicking off her boots as she climbed in with you

You groaned happily as your felt her weight against you, before you suddenly felt her move her lips down yet again. You felt her hand working the elastic of your pants- still filled with coins from your earlier winnings.

You helped prop sevika up with your arm, your other propping you up on your elbow to get a good long look at her as she sucked hickeys into your skin. Sevikas groans and huffs were heavenly, hearing her raspy voice as she tasted your skin made your thighs shake. When the last of your outerwear fell to the floor, sevika pulled up to look at you, knees anchored to the bed as she put her hand over her mouth as she tried to hide her expression of pure lust..her eyes gave it away.

…You were gonna fucking kill her.

“I-I would have worn somethin’ nicer if I knew..fuck…” you apologize breathily.

Boy shorts.

Of course you wore boy shorts. Cute little boy short underwear, and they were green…your favorite color…

Her favorite color.

You nervously try to shut your legs, but sevika was quick with her words. “Shut those legs and I’ll make sure they won’t shut for a god damn week.” Her gruff warning was enough to nearly make you mewl. You could feel the wetness between your thighs- and all you wanted was sevika to just…

“Sevika…please.” You whisper. She looks into your eyes. “..You wanna know how many fuckin’ times I’ve wanted to take your smart ass and plow you against that work desk of yours..” she muttered, leaning into your ear, nipping as the shell of your flushed flesh. “You have no idea what you do to me, darlin…”

You shiver against her, eyes shutting just a moment to savor her words. You felt like sevika had you practically captured. Sevika felt like it was the other way around…she was obsessed with you.

You let out a soft gasp as you attempt to find words. “You- I- fuck-“ you whisper softly, hands pressed against her warm body- she was practically burning. You memorized how she touched you. Firm grips followed by near ghostly touches from her five fingers- her pretty palm regarding every bump, every curve- every god damn piece of you. The intimacy in that moment had you more worked up than ever.

“If you don’t fuck me…right now..I swear I’m gonna-“ you start, before sevika has you pinned to the bed, your arm instinctively holding out to keep her propped still. While it didn’t standardize Sevilla’s dominance over you- it displayed the intimacy of the moment, your consent in the matter as she practically held you down, her bangs shielding her face like a holy shroud..

Yet you were Sevikas god.

“What? Leave? Nah..You’re too fuckin desperate for that…” she smirks down at you, the gap in her teeth shining proudly as she holds you down. You grunt, finding a panting smirk right back at her.

“This my punishment for all those times I told your hard-ass off?” You challenge- finding a soft, whispy chuckle in your throat. Sevikas head tipped back- savoring your voice yet again, before her eyes met yours. Dark, half lidded, preying.

….yeah, you were fucked.

You watch as sevikas body slide to the floor, knees making a small thump as they hit the hardwood. She was in between your legs now-And you realized what she was going to do. You look into her eyes as she strips you of your panties, and you kick the fabric from your ankles. “…fuck sweetheart- you’re soaked.” Sevika muttered to herself, before finding your eyes. You suddenly let out a confused gasp as sevika pulled you to the edge of the bed by your calf, legs dangling.

“Hope you are too..” You mutter as she kissed your inner thigh, teeth scraping along the delicate flesh as you keen in need, trying to watch her- but ultimately closing your eyes to save your own sanity.

“..Trust me, baby, I am. Been since you climbed up into my lap.”

Sevika muttered against your skin. You hiss a tad as she bites your sensitive inner thigh, your clit throbs. You finally break.

“Just fucking take me alread-“ your hand slaps against your mouth as sevikas tongue moves up your dripping cunt, finding comfort in your pussys heat.

The noises sevika makes as she slumps to the floor were noises you’d hope would stain your mind for the rest of this blissful eternity, permeate your senses.

Growling and grunting and nearly choked moaning as she devours you with lack of decency that had you arching off the bed in sheer shock and pleasure. There was no politeness with the way she pleasured you in this moment. Her tongue was thick, powerful. It darted into you and tasted you like you were the salvation.

Sevika nearly made you scream as she dug into your clit with the tip of her tongue, using the underside to run circles over it. every time your hips would buck or pull away in over stimulation, she’d pull you right man in. It was hellish in nature, near god damn ethereal in feeling. Your thighs were shaking and it haddnt even been fifteen minutes..

“Fuck…fuck!” You gasped out as your hands gripped into the messy sheets of your bed. Your pussy pulses and tensed every time her tongue entered your pretty little hole- desperate and wanting as you bucked against her mouth.

Sevikas chin dripped her saliva and your juices as she so vigorously fucked you. She leaned the left side of her torso on the bed, letting your leg drape over her shoulder. You could hear every wet shlick and lap of her tongue- could hear you barely get a breath in as she buried her face in your cunt. You didn’t think you could take much more, but sevika was going to get in every moment while she had you like this, finally get a rebuttal for every sass and comment- even though she truly loved your responses to her unreasonable nature..

You nearly faint as she releases her grip on your thigh, and slid a finger into your dripping red cunt. You moaned out loud, calling out her name like it was a prayer as she worked you.

Sevika felt…heavenly. Hearing your voice and your pleas for her. For once, the way you looked at her. “Oh god sev, just like that!” She loved your high pitched gasps and moans. Your shaking voice as you tried to tell her just how good you were feeling…you were addicting.

She added another finger, and curled up into you in a way that had your mind spinning. “Mn…y’ like that?” She smirked as she looked up at you. Your dizzy eyes finally looked down at hers, and you nodded breathlessly.

“Kiss me..”

“Hmm?” Sevika hummed, flicking your clit with her tongue, you groan loudly.

“Want you t’ kiss me..please Sev..please..” you slur slightly. You felt faint- you needed her to bring you back.

Sevika let you pull her up onto the bed with you, you wrapping your arms over her shoulders. Sevika found your lips, nearly dry from all your panting.. c’mere..taste yourself..” she muttered, pressing sloppy kisses to your mouth as you tasted yourself on her tongue… but sevika surely wasn’t done. Her large form leaned to the side as she continued to finger you - and you were too fuck drunk to protest, desperate to cum…you mewled like a whore, spreading your legs a little wider as her ring and middle finger pounded you, thumb quickly rubbing your swollen little bud.

Every wet, slick sound from your pussy that sounded out with every quick thrust of her fingers was absolutely shameful. The quick plaps from her fingers burying at the hilt made you surely glad the apartment shared no walls. Your breath quickened.

oh god-

You could feel it. The blooming in your abdomen as you pushed back on her fingers-every cordial, rational thought left you as you were fucked dumb on her fingers.

“Sev-sevika-“

“I got you, doll..” she panted. Sevika was genuinely enjoying the way you were practically falling apart, enjoyed the way you called out to her. She admired the sweat on your brow and the way your eyes lulled back every time she curled her fingers deep inside of you. Her hand was practically dripping. You were really riling her up.

“Yeah? Y’ Like it when I fuck this pretty pussy huh? Sevika teased.

“Please- oh god, yes!” You cried, your expression made her smirk as she realized just how close you were.

“That’s it baby, fuckin cum for me..” she whispered against your lips. It didn’t take you long, feeling that knot tighten in your core.

“Sevika..fuck! Sev- SEV!-SEVIKA!”

Your orgasm was quick, sudden- almost shocking. It knocked the breath out of you as you came, eyes rolling back as sevika continued to finger your sopping cunt.. wet and hot and sticky as sevika admired just how stupidly hot you were in this moment, you suddenly gasp, she wasn’t stopping. You were gonna-

“Sev-I’m- I’m gonna!-“ you nearly scream as sevika curls her fingers. Hard. your body involunarily arches off the bed, letting out an almost primal groan as you squirt on her fingers. Sevikas eyes widden a little with satisfaction, and she fucks you through it.

“That’s right- that’s fuckin right-“ she mutters as her fingers finally slow, curling them one last time and chuckling as you flood her fingers again- before finally pulling out.

You laid back against your sweaty sheets, legs locked and folded out as your mind clouded with drunken tiredness and relief.

You felt sevika shift, and you opened your eyes to see her looking at you, almost studying you.

“Sev…come here, you want me to-“

“Not tonight.” She stated, and you frowned softly. “You’re not leaving, are you?” You asked.

Sevikas eyes widdened a bit, and then she smiled softly. “No..not unless you want me to.” She said quietly, the deep tone in her voice almost lulling you.

“I just..I wanted tonight to be all about you..” sevika admitted softly, and you smile. “Well…if it’s all about me….youll stay.” You muttered, holding out your arms. “And if it is all about me, as you so claim…you’ll let me hold you.” You smile at her. Sevika looks down at you, messy hair in her face.

She scoffed playfully. “Yeah yeah..” she muttered, taking off her shirt and laying down with you. She wrapped her arm around your torso as you held her head close to your chest.

…

“You know you’re gonna be sick as a dog tomorrow right?”

“Shut up..” you muttered, smile on your lips as the both of you fell asleep..

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Hello hello, I’m Low Ultima. I have some previous works on other platforms, but this is my first real work on tumblr. I would love to make a part two with way more fucked up shit and hardcore sex so if yall have any suggestions I’m happy to respond. Hope yall liked it lol.

[lowultima]

Roomate!Loser!Vi

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Gross and Obsessed with you…

;fingering, panty sniffing, obsession, masturbation, roomate!vi, perv!vi, behavior-I-can’t-mention, squirting.

Minors DNI, AFAB POV

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Vi haddnt had…the best luck with housing.

given that she had been kicked out of the college dorming program for ‘unsanitary bunking’ and ‘inappropriate behavior’, and that she haddnt really had a roommate before, she didn’t exactly know what those two things meant.

Considering that most of her free days were spent watching porn near max volume in her double x twin bed with her fingers shoving in and out of her gushing, hair covered pussy- the explanation would be obvious to the average eye.

So, when you talked to her in your com-sci class, offering her a room in your apartment to rent- she had found you to be quite the savior.

You were so much cooler than she was- Clubbing on the weekends, going to the gym a couple times a week, working a good paying job, having women in your bed at least 2 times a month?? (So, an average college student)- You were something vi never was, and probably would never be.

Vi would spend most of the first couple weeks living with you in her room, continuing her usual habits. She had her mattress on the floor, a large plastic tub for all her clothes- and some rusty weights that sat in the corner. Her room smelled solely of Ace body spray, sweat, and cum...as well as the multiple take out boxes that littered the room, one even propping up Vi’s box fan. Her room wasn’t far off from the average Incels- but a woman just..had to know better, right?

Though, you didn’t notice since you were on the opposite side of the apartment. If Vi had been more self aware, she would have been thankful.

The first time the two of you truly interacted, it was nearly two AM, and vi was lazily stroking her clit between her two fingers as she watched a girl get dicked down by such a hot fucking masc on her laptop..god- she didn’t know who she wished she was more. She remembered her phase of going to bars and clubs, alone, hoping that someone, anyone- would take her home..

Never any takers.

Her fingers got a little faster, but she got distracted by the smell of food cooking- and checked the time…she looked back at her porn, and wiped her fingers messily on her sweatpants before getting up and lazily walking to the kitchen- still in her sports bra.

You were drunk, returned from a night out clubbing with your friends- and all the fast food places were closed, so you had decided a grilled cheese was the best course of action.

The moment vi walked into the kitchen, she witnessed in near awe as you stood, the overhead stove light being the only lighting in the room as you lazily flipped your grilled cheese- hair a mess, dress sleeve halfway down your shoulder- and heels lazily kicked off at the door. You turned to her, blinking lazily. “You…want one?” You asked- voice hoarse and nearly husky- and vi was immediately regretting not getting herself off in her room earlier.

“Uh..yeah.”

Vi watched in amazement and sexual frustration as you made another grilled cheese, swaying lightly before grabbing a soda out of the fridge- and walking to the back porch.

It wasn’t an invitation..but Vi followed.

The two of you sat on the back steps as you smoked a cigarette, and you passed it to vi. She wasnt a fan of cigarettes (mostly preferring weed or whatever cheap cotton candy flavored crap vapes sold at the gas station) - but she immediately obliged- taking a hit of your Newport like it was her savior, clit basically throbbing as she watched your legs spread and your head leaned back to look up at the sky…

she passed it back to you, and vi immediately blurted out “you want me to roll a joint?”

You drunkenly look over and smile at her.

“Fuck yeah.”

..she was hooked.

The both of you from then on had a ritual, one you assumed was coincidental- but had changed everything for vi.

She changed her work schedule to have free nights when you went clubbing, blew nearly half her paycheck on good weed for you. Hell, she was practically a dog- dressing in her cleanest smelling sweats and watching the window for you or your friends’ car to pull up. It was pathetic.

And every time you stumbled out, vi was conveniently sitting outside, ‘working’ on her car at 2 in the morning, ready to wrap an arm around your waist and help you up the stairs, and everytime you let you a slurred ‘thanks vi..’ she swore she wouldn’t need her porn subscriptions for a week.

God, she was addicted.

Vi’s whole existence depended on those evenings, smoking weed and laughing at memes and her hovering just close enough to get a whiff of your perfume- your sweat. The first time you invited her into your room to watch trash tv and eat McDonald’s- she was like a kid on Christmas. Laying on your bed together- vi was overwhelmed as you munched on your fries “I fuckin hate that bitch- the one with those fuckin blond highlights-“

“Oh hell yeah she’s a fuckin cunt” vi would agree, tone lazy- heart and cunt pounding.

“You’re such a cool roomate vi- we gotta do this more often. I need someone to just..chill with- ya know?”

“Hell yeah, same man.”

She would leave for a few minutes, just to grind against the bathroom counter to take the edge off as she pretended to take a piss and wash her hands. She just needed it. Needed you.

Of course, it wasn’t long before she needed more- needed more stimulation- anything to get her dose of you when you weren’t around.

You were known to be messy sometimes, leaving dishes in the sink or a small pile of your clothes in the hall..vi would..sample. It was small at first, while you were out of the house- she’d walk down the hall on the way to the bathroom, and casually pick up your T-shirt, sighing in delight as she huffed your scent like she was doing whippets…almost felt the same too..

She recognized that you had a cheap everyday perfume and a special occasion one- usually for meetings or a date you went out for. She could recognize what you’d wore to what and when based on that..and it was enough…until she wanted more.

She always wanted…needed…more.

soon, she was pocketing your panties, just..borrowing- per se. Keeping them overnight in her room and ghosting her fingers over her sweats- feeling she haddnt earned the right to give herself what she really wanted..knowing she couldn’t ever have it.

…she couldn’t ever have you.

How could she? You were..everything..and vi was…vi. She wondered what you would say if she confessed, imagining you kicking her down and laughing at her as you burnt the lit end of a blunt against her cheek… while her cunt throbbed at the idea- the idea of rejection, and more so, separation was what really prevented her.

One night though…she broke.

She was pathetic- desperate. You had been gone all week between midterms and work- it had nearly been two weeks since the both of you had smoked a blunt together- since you both had drunkenly passed out on her bed watching cartoons…she missed you. Wanted you. needed you.

So when you walked out the door that morning for you classes, she couldn’t help but timidly walk up to your door, and shake knob to see if you had locked it. When it turned, violets heart began to beat wildly.

She was silent, looking around the room she had seen nearly a dozen times..when it was the day though, it seemed a tad lighter, nicer…vi looked to the window, confirming your car was gone before standing at the end of your bed, palming herself as she realized how far gone she was..she didn’t want to stop now.

Her body slipped onto your unmade bed with a bit lip- your mattress was a lot nicer than hers…she wondered how nice it would be- to sleep purposefully in this bed with you- instead of drunkenly dozing off over the covers, nearly a foot away from you. So close- yet so fucking far..she wanted to know what it would be like to drown in you, feel your skin against hers, under the covers.

Holding.touching.feeling.

She was overwhelmed by your scent, tipping her head to the side to press her face into your pillows. She sighed, deeply- smelling your shampoo and conditioner on the fabric. Vi simply couldn’t help herself, fingers trailing down the red stubble on her lower abdomen and into her grey sweats, fingers ghosting over her boxers like an unsaid prayer.

“Fuck..”

She huffed into the cloth again as her hand pushed down the fabric down, just enough to give her weeping cunt freedom. She shivered as her fingers fully touched her clit, taking the swollen flesh between two fingers, and squeezing ever so lightly.

She groaned in delight into your sheets, voice muffled by the fabric. She had come this far- she wasn’t stopping now..

Vi was quick to press two fingers into her waiting pussy- she was far past prep. As they curled deliciously into her tight hole, vi whispered your name into your pillowcase- wanting, wishing that it was you. She imagined what you’d be like..she knew you liked to talk your hookups through it…she wondered if you’d do her the kindness and talk vi through it too…

“That’s it..”

“A little bit faster sweetheart, knuckle deep- curl ‘em real good..”

“Feel good? Lemme help you out darlin..”

Vi keened, imagining your soft morning voice gracing her ears as she fantasized her fingers being yours. Her middle and ring finger quickly pumped in and out of her as she began to pant, louder and louder. Back arching, pelvis bucking- her body was in overdrive.

Slick, wet sounds graced your room- the smell of her sex permitted the air like a thick incense. Saccharine yet pungent in nature. Vi smelled of a college frat boy and she had no shame in it, secretly hoping that when you got in bed tonight- you could just barely make her out in your comfty sheets..and maybe, just maybe- you’d one day invite her into them.

Vi’s fingers moved faster, and she just barely began to whimper your name, thumb pressing and circling her clit as her need clouded her. It was nearly painful, how much she wanted you to fuck her. She whined out like a damn dog, red hair sticking to her forehead as her eyes screwed shut, legs spreading as she began to gasp out your name. Over, and over, and over until-

The near choked sob that came from Vi’s throat was pathetic at best, her fingers pounding her tight cunt as the quick thrusts of her fingers grew wetter and wetter. Vi kept going, eyes rolling back as she let out a choked gasp, pleading your name again as her poor- abused pussy released against your sheets yet again…

Vi collapsed in a heap of her own desire, her sweat outlining her silhouette. She looked to the empty space beside her on the bed as she wiped her dripping fingers on her stomach…

she wondered what you looked like after sex, wondered if you smiled- or smoked your newports out the window. She wondered if you showered right after, or stayed in bed and savored the afterglow…she wondered if you’d lay with her- and talk to her about your busy day the next day, and what you were thinking about making for dinner that night…

Vi softly wiped some tears from her eyes, and slowly sat up, realizing how much of a mess she’d made. She was quick to pull her wet boxers and sweats up, rearranging the messy sheets as if you’d remember how you’d left them earlier in the morning.

She found some paper towels near your work desk, and dabbed at her mess, wiping up the evidence and turning on your fan- hoping it would dry by the time you got home.

Before she left, she looked back at your room like it was a grave- a permanent reminder how amazing you were- and how terrible she was…she cried on the way back to her room, going back to fuck herself all over again…

What a fucking loser.

[lowultima]

Roomate!Loser!Vi

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Gross and Obsessed with you…

;fingering, panty sniffing, obsession, masturbation, roomate!vi, perv!vi, behavior-I-can’t-mention, squirting.

Minors DNI, AFAB POV

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Vi haddnt had…the best luck with housing.

given that she had been kicked out of the college dorming program for ‘unsanitary bunking’ and ‘inappropriate behavior’, and that she haddnt really had a roommate before, she didn’t exactly know what those two things meant.

Considering that most of her free days were spent watching porn near max volume in her double x twin bed with her fingers shoving in and out of her gushing, hair covered pussy- the explanation would be obvious to the average eye.

So, when you talked to her in your com-sci class, offering her a room in your apartment to rent- she had found you to be quite the savior.

You were so much cooler than she was- Clubbing on the weekends, going to the gym a couple times a week, working a good paying job, having women in your bed at least 2 times a month?? (So, an average college student)- You were something vi never was, and probably would never be.

Vi would spend most of the first couple weeks living with you in her room, continuing her usual habits. She had her mattress on the floor, a large plastic tub for all her clothes- and some rusty weights that sat in the corner. Her room smelled solely of Ace body spray, sweat, and cum...as well as the multiple take out boxes that littered the room, one even propping up Vi’s box fan. Her room wasn’t far off from the average Incels- but a woman just..had to know better, right?

Though, you didn’t notice since you were on the opposite side of the apartment. If Vi had been more self aware, she would have been thankful.

The first time the two of you truly interacted, it was nearly two AM, and vi was lazily stroking her clit between her two fingers as she watched a girl get dicked down by such a hot fucking masc on her laptop..god- she didn’t know who she wished she was more. She remembered her phase of going to bars and clubs, alone, hoping that someone, anyone- would take her home..

Never any takers.

Her fingers got a little faster, but she got distracted by the smell of food cooking- and checked the time…she looked back at her porn, and wiped her fingers messily on her sweatpants before getting up and lazily walking to the kitchen- still in her sports bra.

You were drunk, returned from a night out clubbing with your friends- and all the fast food places were closed, so you had decided a grilled cheese was the best course of action.

The moment vi walked into the kitchen, she witnessed in near awe as you stood, the overhead stove light being the only lighting in the room as you lazily flipped your grilled cheese- hair a mess, dress sleeve halfway down your shoulder- and heels lazily kicked off at the door. You turned to her, blinking lazily. “You…want one?” You asked- voice hoarse and nearly husky- and vi was immediately regretting not getting herself off in her room earlier.

“Uh..yeah.”

Vi watched in amazement and sexual frustration as you made another grilled cheese, swaying lightly before grabbing a soda out of the fridge- and walking to the back porch.

It wasn’t an invitation..but Vi followed.

The two of you sat on the back steps as you smoked a cigarette, and you passed it to vi. She wasnt a fan of cigarettes (mostly preferring weed or whatever cheap cotton candy flavored crap vapes sold at the gas station) - but she immediately obliged- taking a hit of your Newport like it was her savior, clit basically throbbing as she watched your legs spread and your head leaned back to look up at the sky…

she passed it back to you, and vi immediately blurted out “you want me to roll a joint?”

You drunkenly look over and smile at her.

“Fuck yeah.”

..she was hooked.

The both of you from then on had a ritual, one you assumed was coincidental- but had changed everything for vi.

She changed her work schedule to have free nights when you went clubbing, blew nearly half her paycheck on good weed for you. Hell, she was practically a dog- dressing in her cleanest smelling sweats and watching the window for you or your friends’ car to pull up. It was pathetic.

And every time you stumbled out, vi was conveniently sitting outside, ‘working’ on her car at 2 in the morning, ready to wrap an arm around your waist and help you up the stairs, and everytime you let you a slurred ‘thanks vi..’ she swore she wouldn’t need her porn subscriptions for a week.

God, she was addicted.

Vi’s whole existence depended on those evenings, smoking weed and laughing at memes and her hovering just close enough to get a whiff of your perfume- your sweat. The first time you invited her into your room to watch trash tv and eat McDonald’s- she was like a kid on Christmas. Laying on your bed together- vi was overwhelmed as you munched on your fries “I fuckin hate that bitch- the one with those fuckin blond highlights-“

“Oh hell yeah she’s a fuckin cunt” vi would agree, tone lazy- heart and cunt pounding.

“You’re such a cool roomate vi- we gotta do this more often. I need someone to just..chill with- ya know?”

“Hell yeah, same man.”

She would leave for a few minutes, just to grind against the bathroom counter to take the edge off as she pretended to take a piss and wash her hands. She just needed it. Needed you.

Of course, it wasn’t long before she needed more- needed more stimulation- anything to get her dose of you when you weren’t around.

You were known to be messy sometimes, leaving dishes in the sink or a small pile of your clothes in the hall..vi would..sample. It was small at first, while you were out of the house- she’d walk down the hall on the way to the bathroom, and casually pick up your T-shirt, sighing in delight as she huffed your scent like she was doing whippets…almost felt the same too..

She recognized that you had a cheap everyday perfume and a special occasion one- usually for meetings or a date you went out for. She could recognize what you’d wore to what and when based on that..and it was enough…until she wanted more.

She always wanted…needed…more.

soon, she was pocketing your panties, just..borrowing- per se. Keeping them overnight in her room and ghosting her fingers over her sweats- feeling she haddnt earned the right to give herself what she really wanted..knowing she couldn’t ever have it.

…she couldn’t ever have you.

How could she? You were..everything..and vi was…vi. She wondered what you would say if she confessed, imagining you kicking her down and laughing at her as you burnt the lit end of a blunt against her cheek… while her cunt throbbed at the idea- the idea of rejection, and more so, separation was what really prevented her.

One night though…she broke.

She was pathetic- desperate. You had been gone all week between midterms and work- it had nearly been two weeks since the both of you had smoked a blunt together- since you both had drunkenly passed out on her bed watching cartoons…she missed you. Wanted you. needed you.

So when you walked out the door that morning for you classes, she couldn’t help but timidly walk up to your door, and shake knob to see if you had locked it. When it turned, violets heart began to beat wildly.

She was silent, looking around the room she had seen nearly a dozen times..when it was the day though, it seemed a tad lighter, nicer…vi looked to the window, confirming your car was gone before standing at the end of your bed, palming herself as she realized how far gone she was..she didn’t want to stop now.

Her body slipped onto your unmade bed with a bit lip- your mattress was a lot nicer than hers…she wondered how nice it would be- to sleep purposefully in this bed with you- instead of drunkenly dozing off over the covers, nearly a foot away from you. So close- yet so fucking far..she wanted to know what it would be like to drown in you, feel your skin against hers, under the covers.

Holding.touching.feeling.

She was overwhelmed by your scent, tipping her head to the side to press her face into your pillows. She sighed, deeply- smelling your shampoo and conditioner on the fabric. Vi simply couldn’t help herself, fingers trailing down the red stubble on her lower abdomen and into her grey sweats, fingers ghosting over her boxers like an unsaid prayer.

“Fuck..”

She huffed into the cloth again as her hand pushed down the fabric down, just enough to give her weeping cunt freedom. She shivered as her fingers fully touched her clit, taking the swollen flesh between two fingers, and squeezing ever so lightly.

She groaned in delight into your sheets, voice muffled by the fabric. She had come this far- she wasn’t stopping now..

Vi was quick to press two fingers into her waiting pussy- she was far past prep. As they curled deliciously into her tight hole, vi whispered your name into your pillowcase- wanting, wishing that it was you. She imagined what you’d be like..she knew you liked to talk your hookups through it…she wondered if you’d do her the kindness and talk vi through it too…

“That’s it..”

“A little bit faster sweetheart, knuckle deep- curl ‘em real good..”

“Feel good? Lemme help you out darlin..”

Vi keened, imagining your soft morning voice gracing her ears as she fantasized her fingers being yours. Her middle and ring finger quickly pumped in and out of her as she began to pant, louder and louder. Back arching, pelvis bucking- her body was in overdrive.

Slick, wet sounds graced your room- the smell of her sex permitted the air like a thick incense. Saccharine yet pungent in nature. Vi smelled of a college frat boy and she had no shame in it, secretly hoping that when you got in bed tonight- you could just barely make her out in your comfty sheets..and maybe, just maybe- you’d one day invite her into them.

Vi’s fingers moved faster, and she just barely began to whimper your name, thumb pressing and circling her clit as her need clouded her. It was nearly painful, how much she wanted you to fuck her. She whined out like a damn dog, red hair sticking to her forehead as her eyes screwed shut, legs spreading as she began to gasp out your name. Over, and over, and over until-

The near choked sob that came from Vi’s throat was pathetic at best, her fingers pounding her tight cunt as the quick thrusts of her fingers grew wetter and wetter. Vi kept going, eyes rolling back as she let out a choked gasp, pleading your name again as her poor- abused pussy released against your sheets yet again…

Vi collapsed in a heap of her own desire, her sweat outlining her silhouette. She looked to the empty space beside her on the bed as she wiped her dripping fingers on her stomach…

she wondered what you looked like after sex, wondered if you smiled- or smoked your newports out the window. She wondered if you showered right after, or stayed in bed and savored the afterglow…she wondered if you’d lay with her- and talk to her about your busy day the next day, and what you were thinking about making for dinner that night…

Vi softly wiped some tears from her eyes, and slowly sat up, realizing how much of a mess she’d made. She was quick to pull her wet boxers and sweats up, rearranging the messy sheets as if you’d remember how you’d left them earlier in the morning.

She found some paper towels near your work desk, and dabbed at her mess, wiping up the evidence and turning on your fan- hoping it would dry by the time you got home.

Before she left, she looked back at your room like it was a grave- a permanent reminder how amazing you were- and how terrible she was…she cried on the way back to her room, going back to fuck herself all over again…

What a fucking loser.

[lowultima]

SEXUAL TENSION #SEVIKA

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((Slow burn)) ((Eventual Smut))

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You don't really know how you ended up with the position you have, and especially doing deals with Silco. The opportunity crept up on you, being hired before there was a job available- much less an interview. Silco had ruled the undercity (soon to be known as the nation of Zaun), for as long as you could remember- you were pretty young when the dog of the undercity had been toppled, maybe 11..12? Now you were in your late 20’s, and so much had changed.

Since then, you had played your cards right- got into machines. Small but complex. Mostly aesthetics. A headpiece there, a shimmer injector there; you hated shimmer- but you still had to make a living…and actually, you did pretty good for yourself- you weren't out of food constantly- you had an apartment, a bed to sleep on….it was finally a simple, coordinated life..

So how the fuck you ended up sitting in front of silco and his right hand was a question you couldn't answer- and even if you could, it wouldn't matter. You lean back in your chair though- trying to pretend like the both of them were simply guests in your reality.

A silence stood in between the three in the office..

“So you build trinkets…” silco studied you, with criticism you were sure.

“Some of them are, some not. I think most people can appreciate both the pretty and the practical..” you say, and silco hums nonchalantly.

“Sevika.” silco stated, and the tall, dark woman stepped forward. Silco glanced to the side, before meeting your eyes yet again. “This is sevika, and she is going to be your client.” silco said. You watched as the womans eyes widdened for a split second- in fact, you were sure that no one would be able to distinct that she was surprised at all. You realize its only because you're in shock too.

“Oh..uh…well- I'm..not sure what I could make… a hair piece? Utility belt?” you question, unsure of what the near king of the undercity wanted from you. You were starting to get nervous.. Silco looked to Sevika and nodded. Sevika used her right hand to push a red drape of fabric away from her shoulder, revealing a residual limb. Your eyes widdened a bit, and you finally made eye contact with the woman.

The two of you held a glance for a mere moment, before she looked off to the side- hosting an expression you quite didn't understand. You looked over the residuum from your seat, and hummed in curiosity- evaluating how much could be done. Sevika clearly did not like that- she wasn't an oddity to be studied. She scoffed under her breath.

“Hm..a prosthetic-”

“It needs to be a weapon.” silco spoke over you- and your eyes narrowed in response. an annoyed expression loomed, tension growing in the room…probably not the smartest move.

“Anything can be a weapon if you try hard enough- what I'm concerned about is-” you paused for a second, turning to face the woman in your chair, looking up. “Sevika, right?” the womans head turned to look at you with a slight sneer. “I apologize- I feel I've been talking as if you weren't in the room with us.” you say, making the realization that if this woman would be your client, you wanted to speak to her. It was then that you had Silco out of the conversation. He wasn’t amused.

“I can make you a prosthetic..and a weapon. I've never done it before- but with some time, money, and the ability to study your frame, I could have it done in a couple of months.” you say. Sevika finally looks your way again. “I want it done in six.”

“I’ll have it in four.” You respond.

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Silco had desired for ‘the best weapon’ you could offer. You understood the desire, given the woman’s occupation- but when you finally had her in your workshop to discuss with her, Sevika almost seemed..disinterested.

well, honestly?

You couldn't tell what she thought. The tall woman had a near unbreakable poker face. Tapping her boot on the ground and looking off to the side as she smoked- letting a cloud drip from her lips like a waterfall as she barely exhaled, leaned over in the chair you had offered her when she arrived.

Someone who could afford to smoke down here was something you had never seen before. It was mostly for pilties that had the privilege of clean air and clean water to drink and food to eat at the end of the night. You wondered where she came from; wonder how she ended up in this position. Sevika had a cloud of mystery surrounding her.

…

Sevika didn’t know what to expect when she walked into your workshop. She hadn’t ever had a prosthetic before. She faired fine without one- but if it was possible to make her more of a threat, or replace that feeling of emptiness she had had since she lost her arm , she thought she could take however painful or intensive the process was..sevika expected that.

What she didn’t expect was the interviewing…and she definitely did not like it.

You, Taking notes…

Asking questions.

You asked about a lot of things. Her weight, her height, what hand she could write with, trying to get to know the woman in a way that would allow you to make her prosthesis effectively…plus, you had a morbid curiosity about a woman that was rumored to be so ruthless, if someone even looked at her the wrong way- they'd be dead before they hit the ground…which was probably something you should have kept in mind while asking her such questions..

Sevikas eyelid twitched as you wrote her answers down on a notepad, looking you over like her glare could gun you down. Given that she was silcos right hand, you having such personal information was..something sevika was not keen on giving. She had been relatively annoyed, but cooperative..

It was a simple question that made her snap though.

“So I’ve drawn up a basic layered construction, the mechanical parts have basically been thought up- I’ve almost finished on the full diagram..I think I’m going to treat all of the mechanisms so they won’t rust..start coming up with the schematics..”you muttered to yourself, before you looked up from your note pad and met sevika eyes.

“Since you’re picking materials, what color would you like the outer shell to b-“

You suddenly jump as sevikas’ chair was flung behind her as she stood up, leaning over the table to berate you.

“Why the fuck would I care about what color the thing is- its a fucking weapon, it doesn't need to be pretty.” she grunted, flat palm on the table as she looked down to you in anger. You looked up at her, raising an eyebrow, watching as she turns and paces a few feet from the table.

“Well, I want to be make you an arm that you'll like. You wont like it if its something that doesn't match your aesthetic, it will always feel foreign to-”

“I don't give a fuck what the ‘aesthetic’ is, just shut the fuck up and make It-”

“You don't get to talk to me like that.”

you stated, finding yourself saying the words before you can think. Her expression as she turned to you was enough to make you watch in near panic as she walked toward you, using her right hand to grip the solid wooden work desk and fling it a few feet away, landing nearly ten feet to the left of you.

The metal ring of your tools falling to the ground rang in your ears as sevika kicked your chair back- you let out a yelp as you collided with the cement floor.

There was silence as you looked up at the woman. Her facial expression exhibited danger, but her eyes showed she was deciding what she was going to do to you. You looked to the side, before looking back- and then your looked down at your own feet.

The silence scared you more than the yelling, broken huffs echoed in the workshop.. it was nearly a minute later when you spoke.

When you met her gaze again- you kept it, and let out a shaky breath. “You’re…missing a part of yourself…one that you can never truly get back. And its fucking up your balance and you cant write- or catch yourself when you fall on that side or defend yourself like you did once before.” your voice echoed in the empty room, Sevika huffing as she looked down at you.

“I can't…give you your organic arm back..but I can make something that'll be better than nothing. But…you have to work with me. If you don't like the arm, you wont use it…it…it has to be your arm.” you almost assured yourself, the look in her eyes-staring you down…it was enough to make you worry. Enough to make you squirm.

the two of you simply held eye contact…. before she found the will to turn and walk away. She needed out. As her tall frame reached the door- you call out. “Come by again so we can choose materials!”

it echoes. you cringe.

she pauses, before walking out of the workshop.

You eventually find the will to get up, letting out a sigh that you had been holding in. Your heart was still pounding…you look at the mess around you, and sigh again before you set the table back up, and continued working on the inner mechanisms..

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The next time you saw Sevika was a week later. You assumed the deal was off- frustratingly. The beginning pieces of your biggest project yet already set aside….

You adjusted with your headlamp and welding helmet as you made the final touches on a middle class piltys’ device, presumably for their child. It was a Valdiani music box, but it was an older model, and the turning mechanism had shattered. You were tasked with fixing it and cleaning it up enough for use.

You suddenly hear your workshop door open, and you call out “if you want to make an order or pick up a project you gotta send me a note in advance-” you turned, just in time as Sevika walked over, and looked down at you. “I…thought you weren't coming back.” you say softly. Sevika grunts at the tone of your voice, almost in uncomfortable stance. “I have other ventures to attend to…” oh….oh. She was embarrassed. Your lips quirk beneath your helmet as you realize your small victory, but you merely hum as you turn back to your work.

Sevika was silent for a moment. She was almost annoyed at how casual you sounded, how casual you treated her as a threat. She didn't know what to do with that casualty. She was used to the fear, was nearly absent minded to it.

“I thought you were working on my arm.”

“I have other ventures..”you mirrored her words nonchalantly as you welded the hinge of the music box back together. You flipped your welding helmet up, and you turned the now fixed key- letting the soft sound of the music box grace the air as a little mechanical solar system turned in the enamel box. You set it down and you stood up- taking off your helmet.

“Alright, I have some treated metals for the base of the device. Actually, I started on the hand a couple days ago..come on.” you said, flipping your messy helmet hair as you walked to the same table the two of you were at the week before.

Sevika simply stared you down as you continued to walk away..she looked as the music box winded down and the music came to a stop, the lid snapping shut. Sevika hummed softly at the craftsmanship- before walking over and sitting down at the other workbench, equally as cluttered as the last one.

She noticed that instead of one main work desk, you had a multitude of them-all dedicated to a single project. An intricate celestial clock, a gun, a decorative chest piece, and even a lamp. Seemingly small things- but she knew from Silco you had much bigger projects..it seemed you were a jack of all trades…

Sevika leaned back in her chair and looked over your tools. She spotted a digit on the table, and her hand moved to pick it up. “Is..this a finger?” she asked stiffly. You looked over and nodded. “Yes ma’m, actually- I need to look at your fingers right now so I can get the measurements right.” Sevikas eyes widdened for a second…ma’m. You continued speaking. “The closer the mechanical arm is to your real one- the easier you'll be able to use it.” you said, taking out a small measuring tape, and taking the womans hand.

Sevika froze.

The touch was quick. Gentle, even. between you wrapping the measuring tape around Sevikas tauny skin and writing down her measurements- you were done before Sevika could come out of her own surprise. “Alright…i haven't developed the process for this yet, but I am going to design the fingers and fist and insert a blade within the device…though I'm not sure how it'll move with the curve of the arm…eh ill figure it out.” you basically spoke to yourself as you got up, bringing out differing metals. The woman followed you with her eyes. When you sat back down, she had an amused smirk on her face. You looked up.

“What?”

“You're batshit, you know that?” she said, and you chuckle, sliding the samples over to her. “Maybe. Though, most mechanics and inventors act the way I act- just so you're aware.” you say. Sevika found interest as you tinkered, her fingers grazing over the metal.

“How long have you been doing this?”

You were a tad surprised at her actual interest. “Started collecting scrap as a kid…eventually wondered what I could do with the scrap..started making shit. Then I started fixing shit…next thing ya know, I got a business..between protection fees and rent- I do okay…” you hum, and Sevika pushed a brass colored metal to you, and you looked at it. “I guessed you’d like this one…” you say. She rolled her eyes. “You didn't guess shit.” and you laugh a little. Her eyes wander up you as you brush your hair back. “Whats the laugh for?”

“Nothin, nothin…im glad you finally like something that I've offered.” you say, glancing to Sevika again before assembling a few clawed fingers. “This look good to far?” you asked, and Sevika held up the digits to her sight. “This looks…deadly.”

“That is what you wanted, correct? Its your arm.”

“…i like it.”

The next two months went by in a blur, really. Sevika hadn't met many people that were able to shut her down when she was being unreasonable, and the two of you had had plenty of creative spats. The first time you mentioned her going to see a professional to talk about her issues with being a disabled individual, she destroyed nearly half your workshop. It took a Taser and a good punch in the face to take her down- the both of you meeting a couple days after to silently work on the arm with black eyes and bruised ribs, eyeing each other when the other wasn't looking..

Your personalities clashed, definitely. But the both of you had respect for the other. It was month three before the two of you began speaking like old friends.

“Well look what the cat dragged in..” you smiled as she sauntered in. She laughed softly. “Yeah yeah…sorry I'm late, had to uh..take care of something.” she said, her face stained with soot, blood on her knuckles. The moment you got a closer look at the woman, you shook your head. “I can't work with you lookin’ like that..your nose is still bleeding, by the way” you say, and the woman eyebrow quirked- before quickly wiping her face. “Come on back, I'll get you cleaned up so we can get back on track…”

“Oh..sure.” Sevika responded, following you up a small staircase and into a small apartment area. “Getting collections again..?” “how'd you know?” Sevika questioned lightly, sitting down where you had patted your hand on a chair outside what she presumed was the bathroom. “Cuz the only people that can do that to you is people who really want their money..and people that wanna live.” you hummed, bringing out a wet cloth. You walk up to Sevika, and just as she's about to take the rag out of your hand- you walk closer; and begin to dab the wet cloth on the womans cheek. Sevika pauses, like a deer in the headlights as you carefully hum and wipe the soot and blood from her face, and you take her hand to gently treat her skinned knuckles with an ointment.

Her hand was warm. Calloused and firm. Scarred- you could smell her hand rolled cigarettes from this angle. You almost found it…comforting..

You slowly found sevikas eyes, quickly realizing that she had been staring at you first. Your movements slow, but you don't look away. She doesn't either.

Sevika had been keenly aware of how close you were. How she could smell the perfume/cologne you had dabbed on yourself earlier that morning, how she could see the way you probably didn't get much sleep last night- like most nights..how she could see your tongue dart over your chapped lips in the cold of the un-furnaced’ apartment.

“You should come with me to play cards one evening..” Sevika muttered, barely a whisper- like she didn't recognized that she had said it until you responded. “Im not uh…very good with cards…but I like a good drink.” you respond.

Sevika studied your response. “I…can teach you.” she said, and you nodded slowly, feeling the ghost of her touch as her hand fell away from yours. “I still have to work on your arm…you said I need to get it done by next month.” you said, and she paused, before shrugging. “I think you can miss a night.” she muttered..the two of you made eye contact again- before looking away… “I got a deck in my workshop.” she nodded, that look in her eyes that made you nervous. “That’ll do.”

The evening was spent with gentle mutterings about the intricate ways of poker- a candle lighting the game as the two of you sipped away at a chai you were gifted from a client from noxus. “Okay, now put your cards there…”

“I can tell you got good cards, keep your expressions together..

..Well now you look like you’re constipated, don't do that.”

You almost giggle as you try to come up with a decent poker face, but you end up breaking every time. Sevikas little smirk doesn't help. “Youre hopeless, I swear.”

“Im hopeless?? You still haven't picked out a color for the shell of your arm-”

“Oh god don't get started with this again-”

“Im serious Sev.”

Sevikas gaze spots you as the nickname slides from your lips. A Freudian slip, really. You feel a little hot.

“Well…whats your favorite color?” she asked gently, and you shrugged. “Hm…i think…it’d have to be green. Like, a nature kind of green..like the leaves on a tree. There's a section of the undercity where you can still see plants sometimes..i used to live around there before I got the workshop.” you mutter, picking up the cards again and shuffling them. “I know Noxus Hold ‘em…if you wanna play something I'm competent in..” you say- Sevika doesn't respond. You look up. “What?”

“Make it green then.”

“What. Your arm?”

“Yeah.”

“Why??”

“I don't know what other colors to choose. I'm not really a colors…type of person.” Sevika admits. You hum quietly.

“well, this arm is for you, not me.”

“Well..i think the creator should get a little input in the final design.” she says as you shuffle the deck again and pass 5 cards to her.

You chuckle.

“…what? I'm being nice.”

“Nothing nothing…i just remember when you nearly killed me for asking this..and now you want the color to be my favorite color. Its just..its funny. Sweet really.” you smile gently as you look down to your cards- not noticing how Sevikas gaze from then on was focused on you..

Sevika didnt speak much for the rest of the evening as the two of you played cards. It was the early hours of the morning when the candle burnt out- and the two of you decided to call it a night. You yawned softly as you wave the tall woman off, shutting your businesses’ doors behind you..

Sevika didnt leave until she heard the door lock.

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Sevika haddnt been to the brothel much lately. A previous regular had been skipping out the last couple of weeks, but given the girls that serviced her loved to talk- it didn’t take long to figure out who extorted collection fees in your neighborhood. It took even less time to figure out that he was serviced by the same brothel that previously serviced her..

when it came to tracking people down, given who sevika was- she had all the right connections to figure out who the bastard that had been taking nearly half your income was.

…

“That’s fuckin right baby, jerk it like you mean it..” the man grunted behind the sheer curtain, reeking of booze and filth- sevika sneered, ripping the curtain from the rafters as she walked in.

“Leave.”

She stated to the poor prostitute- who seemed to be a lot younger than the older manager had let on. It wasn’t her fault. Some people had to do what they had to do to survive in the undercity..

As the shirtless woman ran past, sevikas eyes found his. “Hey, what the fuck! I paid for an hour and I’m gonna use that hour however I damn ple-“

Sevika grabbed the man by the hair and threw him against the wall. “East street, left Ave.- you own it?” She questioned as the man desperately recovered, trying to pull his pants up as he groaned out in pain. “Yeah I fuckin own it, you bitch-“ he hissed, before his nose was broken against sevikas knee, her tied up hair nearly coming loose as she kneed his face once, twice, three times. The shifty individual yelled out as sevika pulled out a quick pistol, crudely marked with light blue markings and sketches. She sighed with frustration, seeing the drawings on the barrel.

Jinx..

“Silco owns it now.” She stated, pressing the barrel to his forehead. “Understood?” She grunted. The grimy man looked up, and spat at her.

“Fuck. you.”

Sevika scoffed, a little smirk on her lips as she tipped the gun down, and shot the man’s cock clean off.

She took out some cash from her pocket, and tossed it to the prostitute as the man’s screams filled the brothel. She walked out the door, and back into the night..

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It had been a couple of days since Sevika had come back. You were used to her near constant presence every late evening, You were more than halfway done with the prosthetic by the nearing end of month three. You needed Sevika to start with the attachments on the womans residual limb from the amputation..well, it looked like an amputation. You were unsure what had caused Sevika to loose her arm, and you weren't in the mood to play stupid games and win stupid prizes to find out. You were starting to get concerned, until she walked in on a chilly evening.. you could recognize her footsteps as she walked into the workshop.

“Been a minute…where have you been?” you question gently as you test the reaction time of the bending of the elbow of the prosthetic.

“We’re going out.”

You looked up “What?”

“I taught you how to play cards for a reason- didn't I?”

You sigh as you set down your tools and lay the prosthetic to rest on the table. “Burnin time and money, don’t got all-” She pauses, her eyes catching shiny bronze, her fingers moving to graze over the metal diamond patterning.. “Shit…when did you do this…?” “finished it last night. Thought you'd like it.” you mutter as you look around for your wallet. You swore it was somewhere around the workshop..

Sevika was silent for a minute, admiring the carefully crafted filigree, before finding her words.“Come on- there's already a table waiting for us.”

“Hold on sev- I gotta find my wallet.”

“Im paying, come on.” she said, turning around and starting to walk out of the workshop. You look up, eyebrow raised, and then quickly following her, locking up before walking down the smoggy streets, her following a pace behind you.

“Ya know, you're really hit or miss with these things sometimes..” you mutter as you pass one of your neighbors, nodding to them as you walked past. They looked happier, the whole neighborhood seemed..almost lighter. “Hey Miss cantyal, I’ll have your watch done by Tuesday.” You smile as you passed, You did that a lot- you were quite familiar with the community. Sevika had noticed.

“Youre pretty friendly with some of these people..”

“Well, this neighborhood is my community. Most of the undercity is a community of people who don't get opportunities- and have to live with what they got…My family is dead and gone. These people are what I got, even if the lot of them are murders, swindelors..thieves, assholes..it’s all I have. Most of them didn't have a choice to end up that way either.” you say, kicking a dented can back to a small group of children that were previously kicking it around an alleyway.

“Thats…a good way to look at this place. First positive thing I've heard in a minute.” Sevika hums.

“As far as I'm aware, youve been here since I was a preteen..so I thought you'd get it.” you say, and Sevika pauses. “Preteen?? How old are you??” she asks, concern in her voice. “Twenty-five.” you respond. “Fuck…guess I'm just old then…im about to be thirty eight”

“No fucking way- that's bullshit.” you say, and she rolls her eyes. “Im serious!” you say, laughing. “You look hella young- good for you.” you said, and she chuckled. “Flattery will get you nowhere princess.”

You smile softly, budding her side lightly.

“If I wanted to flatter you id say something much more crude than that.” you responded. “And I ain't your princess. I'm an independent woman, I don't need no man.” you joke as you saw the last drop in view.

“Good thing I ain't a man then.” she stated, hand on the midsection of your back as she guided you forward for a few paces.

You nearly choke.

Sevika stayed looking ahead. She continued to walk to the front doors-looking to the bouncer and watching as he stepped aside. You then followed behind her, feeling an unusual sense of privilege as you passed the line of people waiting for entry.

You had seen this place from the outside before- but you had never gone in. You were too busy to party, didn't exactly have drinking buddies that were cool with the possibility of being in the middle of a brawl. You weren't quite a fan of the idea either.

Getting comfortable with Sevika, you might have misunderstood how much power she actually had until you watched as people moved themselves out of her path- the bartender immediately dropping what he was doing to mix up a drink, the patron he had originally been serving yelling until he turned and make eye contact with Sevika- and he immediately left his seat at the bar. “I need a steady flow tonight of my usual..” she stated, looking back to you.

“What do you want?” she asked, far more stern than when she usually talked to you. You found an expression and tone that suited the situation kindly. You might have been unfamiliar, but you weren't gonna be out of place.

“Gimmie something smooth, house brandy or gin, on the rocks- no mixers… and I don't have time for that cheap menthol crap.” you responded, looking to the bartender. Sevika coughed a little bit, nearly proud of your order. You caught her eyes for a split second.

Before you knew it you were walking to a table near the corner, far enough away from everything that you could hear yourself think.

“Im impressed.” Sevika muttered as you walk over.

“Im not helpless.” you shot back, chuckling softly as you took seats close enough to not have anyone between you two, but far enough to where you could glance and see each others’ faces, Sevika on your right side. The two men in front of you were seedy to say the least. One put up a shimmer vaporizer to his face, taking a deep inhale as he caught eyes with yours. You looked him up and down with a near scowl. This place was littered with shimmer.

“Alright boys-” Sevika said as she reached for the stack of cards in the middle of the table- but you got to them first, taking the time to get in a nice shuffle with plenty of theatrics. Sevika glared toward you, as you laid down the cards with efficiency. “Thought id give myself a chance to show you what I've been practicing. I'm an entertainer at heart.” you joked. The statement itself was untrue, you were boring as all-get-out in your opinion.

Sevika would have probably disagreed if she could hear your thoughts. She nodded nonetheless, understanding that these words were a performance, just like hers. A middle ground. You understood that your friendship with her didn’t matter right now. This was sevika’s territory, and it spoke volumes to her how much you understood that. he tossed some coin chips in the middle. “These are for the both of us. Separate draw. 50 gold hexes at stake, raise em as you please..Winner takes all.”

Sevika laid out the ground rules, the men looking you up and down, sizing you up as you glanced to your cards. You frown slightly, before feigning forgetfulness and immediately resuming a poker face. One of the mens glances said it all- fallen straight for the trap.

Sevika watched in abject horror and amazement as you played these men like a fucking rube, heavily in sevikas favor as you made them raise their dime. She wondered if you had practiced more than you had let on, or if you just had a natural talent for bullshiting and card counting.

Drink after drink was brought, the rounds went long and the game went on. Sevika was loosing. It was only when a crash from a disorderly drunk caused the even drunker men to loose focus, when sevika suddenly felt a graze between her dark fingers, a slight touch to her lighter palm. When she looked back to her cards, she realized they were different. An ace.

She turned just in time to see an eight of clubs slip into your sleeve. It seemed the theatrics were good for something after all…she normally hated petty cheaters and cheap tricks, but when money was on the line, she found comfort knowing You weren't as inexperienced as she thought you were. Sevika layed down her cards.

“Poor luck, boys.” she chuckled, watching as the men groaned and took a hit of their shimmer again. The two of you played two more games before finding yourselves in a curtained booth, laughing and counting how much you made tonight.

“I cannot fucking believe you managed to pull that off- where did you even learn that?” Sevika asked, trailing her fingers up the condensation of her glass.

“ A womans gotta have her secrets, vika...” You chuckle as you down the rest of your sixth glass. “Why’d you take me out here anyway? I doubt you do this with any person you do business with..” you couldn't help but question as you leaned against your palm.

Sevikas expression warmed a tad as she shook her head in playful disbelief.

“Youre not annoying.” she stated simply, lighting a cigarette. “Oh, how sweet.” you said sarcastically, and she chuckled. “Hey. Everybody irritates me..or they're scared of me. Or both.” she chuckled. “And you.. are neither.” she said, downing another shot and sending out for another round. “I think the booze is making you honest.” you chuckle, savoring the tipsy feeling. Sevika reached forward and pushed the money toward you. “Here.” “your winnings?” “our winnings.” she stated, taking a couple coins and placing them on the drink tray.

“I can't take all of it, let’s split it.” you insist- smiling at her.

“Its a bonus.”

“For..?”

“your work.”

“Im already getting paid to make your prosthetic.” you say. Sevika looked around the booth and shut the red drapes to keep the two of you from eyesight.

“Thats why its a bonus.” Sevika said, leaning back in her both seat, looking at you through her eyelashes. You look back at her with the same expression- but you lean forward.

“And what have I done to deserve this bonus?” you ask, smiling softly at her. She looked at you, but she had to look away.

“You..” she started, trying to find the best way to word it.

“You deal with...”

“You?”

Sevika chuckled softly “asshole..” “you asked.” You smiled, and sevika continued. “ah…particularly my bullshit..my anger.” she chuckled, almost nervously-watching as you took a long sip of your drink, before setting the empty glass on the drink tray.

“Well…this isn't as easy as making a machine, ya know…its…deep.complicated. Even you know that”. you said, brushing your messy hair back. you close your eyes and lean back in the booth- sighing as you stretch. It’d been a while since you had gone out like this. “..Y’ mind if we go back to your place?” Sevika asks, and your eyes snap open. The tone was…

“Not like that.” Sevika corrected herself, you sigh a little, chuckling.

“Dont wanna order a water and look like a pussy in front of your fellow patrons?” you giggle out a bit, whispering out a quick ‘fuck’ as you settle in with how drunk you were. Usually, if you were this drunk you'd be at home, dancing to a record in your underwear- maybe working on a personal project in your workshop even..

Sevika chuckled, stirring her drink before downing the last of it. “I wouldn’t mind sobering myself up with that tea you made the other day.”

“The…. chai?” you asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Mhm.”

You hummed, agreeing. “I'm way to tipsy to be out in public anyway- lets go..” you said, and you pulled the money off the table and into your multitudes of pockets from your work pants. Your pockets would jingle when you walked.

Sevika watched as you carefully walked out of the booth, mistepping every once in a while. Tipsy, but not fucked up. She chuckled- nodding to the bartender before making her way out to the street with you.

The two of you started your walk back, during the walk, you couldn’t help but start talking about the little surprises you've put in her prosthetic. You couldn't help but boast about how hard you've worked on her arm these past few weeks. It had basically become your aforementioned passion project. How could it not be?? A practically unlimited budget with nearly full creativity on the design? It was perfect, and Sevika had become the perfect muse..

“Its so fun trying to put all the pieces together- the amount of cogs I've shaped and reshaped. Though I know there's going to be a power source we gotta find. I'm thinking steam, though I'm unsure-”

As you talked on and on during their walk, Sevika looked down at you, smiling softly as you spoke- but still taking moments to watch for petty thieves, but she was just as easily getting herself distracted.

She found it so cute that you were so excited about this, how excited you were to know how she liked the prosthetic in your tipsy stupor..

Fuck..maybe she did have too much to drink.

After arriving back to your workshop, you unlocked the door and walked in. “I think that we should totally have you try it on once we decide on a power source…” you mutter to yourself- walking up the staircase slowly. “Fuck..yeah I'm fucked up.”

“Im right behind you.” Sevika said assuringly. You giggle happily

When you walked through your door, you collapsed onto the couch in your small living room, sighing loudly as you took off your boots and turned on your record player… Sevika looked around your apartment and glanced to the record. “Reinen Noxium…good taste.” she said quietly. “Thanks..oh yeah, you wanted that chai….” you said, standing up and stretching a little.

“I mean, if you wanna keep the party going I don't mind a nightcap.” Sevika said before she could process her own words. She wanted more time.. “Dammmm ‘vika. You're a heavier drinker than me.” “i don't think you know what heavy drinking is.” Sevika said.

“Well damn, okay asshole..” you chuckled, going to the fridge and pulling out some nice wine. “I don't have the hard stuff, but I think this’ll be nice to end the night off with before you go home.” you said, pouring two glasses, taking the bottle with you to the living room.

“You can take your shoes off, it's alright. My house is your house.” you say, and Sevika met your eyes. “Youre too nice for your own good..” she says softly, taking a long sip out of her glass. “I didn't think you'd like jazz.”

“I do. These were my moms records, she left them to me. Plus- I'm way to poor to afford new ones these days.” you say gently. Sevika hummed.

“I lost my parents pretty young as well..how old were-”

“Eight. Maybe nine.” you state, sighing softly.

“Im..sorry.”

“The average life expantancy back then was 35, I mean- I'm surprised they lived as long as they did when piltover and the undercity were basically at war..” you say, taking a sip. “I did good, that's all I can be proud of.” you say, and she stares at you.

“…what?”

“Thank you.”

“…is….this about what we were talking about earlier?”

“Yes. I just..didnt want to talk about it in public.”

“Your image or your ego..?”

Sevika scoffed, almost playfully.

“You know I’m right though.”

“Yeah yeah..”She sat beside you, legs spread as you took a sip from your wine glass

“Figured..”

There was silence between the two of you.

“Youve been way more tolerant of my bullshit than you should have been…” Sevika said again- and you lean your head on her shoulder. Sevika pauses. You relent.

“You needed someone to listen to you..ive got a feeling that you've been listening to what everyone else tells you to do, and honestly..? Its your arm. You get to decide everything that goes into it, and you get to decide what to do with it.” you say. Sevika takes a breath. “Youre..impossible.” Sevika whispers.

“I was accurate though-huh?”

“Shut up.” she chuckled.

Silence again.

She glances down at you, you look up at her as she wraps her arm around your side. A silent glance as if to ask permission for her to do so.

“You…makin a move on me?” you tease slightly. Though, you felt you were reaching.

“Im getting comfortable.” Sevika states nonchalantly.

You hum, a drunk smile on your face. “You don't got anyone waiting for you at home..?” You finish your glass and set it to the side.

She looks at you, that same unreadable expression on her face. Only, this time, you think you've got this look figured out…You like the way she looks at you…

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“Aint no one waiting for me.” Sevika muttered, realizing that you were flirting with her..and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.She usually hated the back and forth, preferring to take her hookups hard and fast. No tiptoeing around the desire. But..for some reason this felt a tad different.

People submitted to her easily, or were purposefully bratty…you felt like someone to win over. Just being her wasn't enough- she needed to make an effort…and she decided that she wanted to see where this would lead.

“I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't want to have anyone waiting for you at home.” you hum as you find yourself swinging your legs over Sevikas lap, her legs spread a little wider, and she smirked playfully.

“Im not.. opposed…i just generally dislike..people. Don't like the general lot of ‘em.”

You couldn't help yourself.

“And I'm not people?” you chuckle, teasing her as you reach over to take your bottle of wine off the side table

“No, I like you. ” Sevika stated, her arm settling on your outer thigh to keep you steady. She realizes what she had said a few seconds later, and her smirk dropped. You allow a reprieve as you press the neck of the bottle to her lips- sevika greedily takes a sip to save herself.

You watch as a trail of wine drip from the corner of her mouth and make its way down her neck..you suddenly find yourself pulling back from the idea of trailing your tongue up her sepia colored skin- you couldn't help but revel in the warmth of the idea of her skin on yours…

“I like you too…”

The bottle falls from her dark lips, and you tip your head back as you take a long swig- licking your own lips as Sevika holds you ever so closer…

“Ive started expecting you...” you speak again. Fuck- you were drunk enough to want it. Want her.

“For your own curiosity..” Sevika deflects, she was in too deep.

“For you…” you whisper.

“…fuck.”

Sevika almost pulls you in, desperate as she finds your lips. You gasp into her, tipping your head to lock into her kiss. You didn't think she had the balls..you were too wanting of her, you didn't want to think of the consequences..

She kisses you like she needs you, revealing her lascivious nature with a kindness that made your panties wet. Her hand caressed your lower back as she pulled you in closer, thumb inching up under your shirt and over the lower digits of your spine. You shivered, and Sevika couldn't take it.

Sevika pulls away, almost panting.

“I am..literally the worst option in Zaun..” Sevika mutters, breath on your lips.

“Maybe..” you hum back, straddling her thighs-the near empty wine bottle falls to the floor. Sevikas tongue dragged across her own bottom lip. She was getting desperate. “Doesnt mean I don't want you any less.” you look into her eyes. It was way to much for her to handle..

Sevika was a lot of woman though, and you didn't know if you'd be enough for her…

…

Sevika haddnt thought about you in this way until the second month, watching you bend over a work desk to get a specific drill for another project. She pushed it away for a while. You were..attractive, and you were the only person outside silco and jinx that she saw on a near daily basis. She tried to ignore it. Tried to convince herself that she simply needed a night at the brothel to keep herself careful.

But as she silently watched you, listened to you-She couldn't help but Indulge in the late evening idea of how you could pop your pretty tits out of that oil-stained work shirt you wore, or what you'd sound like while you tried to bandage her up in your apartment as her fingers were knuckle deep in your cunt..

Or maybe…

What you'd look like in the early morning, making that amazing chai and fixing your messy hair as you tried to adjust to the new day… or maybe how you could simply be with Sevika in your free time as you had allowed her before- just the two of you spending the hours of the afternoon laughing about things other than whatever dark topic was plaguing Sevikas mind..

God. She really was in too deep.

The both of you kissed each other passionately now- your hands reaching to let Sevikas short hair down as you reveled in the taste of her cigarettes on her lips. Sevikas fingertips wandered down to the waistband of your pants, trailing just under the elastic to get an idea of the panties you were wearing- the ones she vowed to take off of you tonight, if only you'd let her.

As the two of you pulled away for a quick second, just to breathe- you couldn't help the soft whimper that graced your lips like a prayer…

It broke Sevika entirely.

You suddenly hear fabric ripping as your favorite work shirt was torn from your body “the fuck-”

You suddenly gasp as Sevikas lips met your jaw, then your neck. “M’ gonna pay for that..” she muttered, already taking her opportunity to run her fingertips up your torso. You feel yourself arch into her touch.

“Sev- im- not-” you choke a little as her course fingers run over the delicate flesh of your breast.

“Wearing a bra..yeah. i know.” her warm breath meets your ear as the fabric falls to the floor. You whine with desperation. Sevika lets her tongue graze over your nipple as the trails her fingers once again; lower this time. “Look at me, pretty.”

You finally drop your head to look at the woman before you. “..you're so pretty sev..” you mutter softly- your hands moving to unbuckle her belt. Sevika smiled, but tried to hide it best she could as she put her hand over yours. “Ah..let me take care of you..” sevika muttered against your bare skin, kissing your wrist. You looked at her, cupping her cheek with your other hand.

“Youre far too good to me..” you mutter

“You’re too good for me…feels like I’m loosing my touch..” she whispered. the two of you looked into each others eyes, before she wrapped her arm around your waist, picking you up. Her arm dropped you a little before throwing you back up to adjust her grip on you. “Holy shit-“ you gasp as she carries you. “Which one’s your-“

“Door to the right.” You say, grasping to her as she leaned in again to kiss you. The both of you basically crash against the hallway walls, your arms wrapped over her shoulders as sevika held you up under your upper thighs.

Sevika kicked open your bedroom door with her foot, and messily stumbled toward the bed as the two of you exchanged hot, sloppy kisses.

The room was messy, of course you weren’t expecting company- much less of this kind. At this point you were too drunk and too horny to care. Sevika nipped at your neck before the both of you collapsed onto the edge of the bed,sevika kicking off her boots as she climbed in with you

You groaned happily as your felt her weight against you, before you suddenly felt her move her lips down yet again. You felt her hand working the elastic of your pants- still filled with coins from your earlier winnings.

You helped prop sevika up with your arm, your other propping you up on your elbow to get a good long look at her as she sucked hickeys into your skin. Sevikas groans and huffs were heavenly, hearing her raspy voice as she tasted your skin made your thighs shake. When the last of your outerwear fell to the floor, sevika pulled up to look at you, knees anchored to the bed as she put her hand over her mouth as she tried to hide her expression of pure lust..her eyes gave it away.

…You were gonna fucking kill her.

“I-I would have worn somethin’ nicer if I knew..fuck…” you apologize breathily.

Boy shorts.

Of course you wore boy shorts. Cute little boy short underwear, and they were green…your favorite color…

Her favorite color.

You nervously try to shut your legs, but sevika was quick with her words. “Shut those legs and I’ll make sure they won’t shut for a god damn week.” Her gruff warning was enough to nearly make you mewl. You could feel the wetness between your thighs- and all you wanted was sevika to just…

“Sevika…please.” You whisper. She looks into your eyes. “..You wanna know how many fuckin’ times I’ve wanted to take your smart ass and plow you against that work desk of yours..” she muttered, leaning into your ear, nipping as the shell of your flushed flesh. “You have no idea what you do to me, darlin…”

You shiver against her, eyes shutting just a moment to savor her words. You felt like sevika had you practically captured. Sevika felt like it was the other way around…she was obsessed with you.

You let out a soft gasp as you attempt to find words. “You- I- fuck-“ you whisper softly, hands pressed against her warm body- she was practically burning. You memorized how she touched you. Firm grips followed by near ghostly touches from her five fingers- her pretty palm regarding every bump, every curve- every god damn piece of you. The intimacy in that moment had you more worked up than ever.

“If you don’t fuck me…right now..I swear I’m gonna-“ you start, before sevika has you pinned to the bed, your arm instinctively holding out to keep her propped still. While it didn’t standardize Sevilla’s dominance over you- it displayed the intimacy of the moment, your consent in the matter as she practically held you down, her bangs shielding her face like a holy shroud..

Yet you were Sevikas god.

“What? Leave? Nah..You’re too fuckin desperate for that…” she smirks down at you, the gap in her teeth shining proudly as she holds you down. You grunt, finding a panting smirk right back at her.

“This my punishment for all those times I told your hard-ass off?” You challenge- finding a soft, whispy chuckle in your throat. Sevikas head tipped back- savoring your voice yet again, before her eyes met yours. Dark, half lidded, preying.

….yeah, you were fucked.

You watch as sevikas body slide to the floor, knees making a small thump as they hit the hardwood. She was in between your legs now-And you realized what she was going to do. You look into her eyes as she strips you of your panties, and you kick the fabric from your ankles. “…fuck sweetheart- you’re soaked.” Sevika muttered to herself, before finding your eyes. You suddenly let out a confused gasp as sevika pulled you to the edge of the bed by your calf, legs dangling.

“Hope you are too..” You mutter as she kissed your inner thigh, teeth scraping along the delicate flesh as you keen in need, trying to watch her- but ultimately closing your eyes to save your own sanity.

“..Trust me, baby, I am. Been since you climbed up into my lap.”

Sevika muttered against your skin. You hiss a tad as she bites your sensitive inner thigh, your clit throbs. You finally break.

“Just fucking take me alread-“ your hand slaps against your mouth as sevikas tongue moves up your dripping cunt, finding comfort in your pussys heat.

The noises sevika makes as she slumps to the floor were noises you’d hope would stain your mind for the rest of this blissful eternity, permeate your senses.

Growling and grunting and nearly choked moaning as she devours you with lack of decency that had you arching off the bed in sheer shock and pleasure. There was no politeness with the way she pleasured you in this moment. Her tongue was thick, powerful. It darted into you and tasted you like you were the salvation.

Sevika nearly made you scream as she dug into your clit with the tip of her tongue, using the underside to run circles over it. every time your hips would buck or pull away in over stimulation, she’d pull you right man in. It was hellish in nature, near god damn ethereal in feeling. Your thighs were shaking and it haddnt even been fifteen minutes..

“Fuck…fuck!” You gasped out as your hands gripped into the messy sheets of your bed. Your pussy pulses and tensed every time her tongue entered your pretty little hole- desperate and wanting as you bucked against her mouth.

Sevikas chin dripped her saliva and your juices as she so vigorously fucked you. She leaned the left side of her torso on the bed, letting your leg drape over her shoulder. You could hear every wet shlick and lap of her tongue- could hear you barely get a breath in as she buried her face in your cunt. You didn’t think you could take much more, but sevika was going to get in every moment while she had you like this, finally get a rebuttal for every sass and comment- even though she truly loved your responses to her unreasonable nature..

You nearly faint as she releases her grip on your thigh, and slid a finger into your dripping red cunt. You moaned out loud, calling out her name like it was a prayer as she worked you.

Sevika felt…heavenly. Hearing your voice and your pleas for her. For once, the way you looked at her. “Oh god sev, just like that!” She loved your high pitched gasps and moans. Your shaking voice as you tried to tell her just how good you were feeling…you were addicting.

She added another finger, and curled up into you in a way that had your mind spinning. “Mn…y’ like that?” She smirked as she looked up at you. Your dizzy eyes finally looked down at hers, and you nodded breathlessly.

“Kiss me..”

“Hmm?” Sevika hummed, flicking your clit with her tongue, you groan loudly.

“Want you t’ kiss me..please Sev..please..” you slur slightly. You felt faint- you needed her to bring you back.

Sevika let you pull her up onto the bed with you, you wrapping your arms over her shoulders. Sevika found your lips, nearly dry from all your panting.. c’mere..taste yourself..” she muttered, pressing sloppy kisses to your mouth as you tasted yourself on her tongue… but sevika surely wasn’t done. Her large form leaned to the side as she continued to finger you - and you were too fuck drunk to protest, desperate to cum…you mewled like a whore, spreading your legs a little wider as her ring and middle finger pounded you, thumb quickly rubbing your swollen little bud.

Every wet, slick sound from your pussy that sounded out with every quick thrust of her fingers was absolutely shameful. The quick plaps from her fingers burying at the hilt made you surely glad the apartment shared no walls. Your breath quickened.

oh god-

You could feel it. The blooming in your abdomen as you pushed back on her fingers-every cordial, rational thought left you as you were fucked dumb on her fingers.

“Sev-sevika-“

“I got you, doll..” she panted. Sevika was genuinely enjoying the way you were practically falling apart, enjoyed the way you called out to her. She admired the sweat on your brow and the way your eyes lulled back every time she curled her fingers deep inside of you. Her hand was practically dripping. You were really riling her up.

“Yeah? Y’ Like it when I fuck this pretty pussy huh? Sevika teased.

“Please- oh god, yes!” You cried, your expression made her smirk as she realized just how close you were.

“That’s it baby, fuckin cum for me..” she whispered against your lips. It didn’t take you long, feeling that knot tighten in your core.

“Sevika..fuck! Sev- SEV!-SEVIKA!”

Your orgasm was quick, sudden- almost shocking. It knocked the breath out of you as you came, eyes rolling back as sevika continued to finger your sopping cunt.. wet and hot and sticky as sevika admired just how stupidly hot you were in this moment, you suddenly gasp, she wasn’t stopping. You were gonna-

“Sev-I’m- I’m gonna!-“ you nearly scream as sevika curls her fingers. Hard. your body involunarily arches off the bed, letting out an almost primal groan as you squirt on her fingers. Sevikas eyes widden a little with satisfaction, and she fucks you through it.

“That’s right- that’s fuckin right-“ she mutters as her fingers finally slow, curling them one last time and chuckling as you flood her fingers again- before finally pulling out.

You laid back against your sweaty sheets, legs locked and folded out as your mind clouded with drunken tiredness and relief.

You felt sevika shift, and you opened your eyes to see her looking at you, almost studying you.

“Sev…come here, you want me to-“

“Not tonight.” She stated, and you frowned softly. “You’re not leaving, are you?” You asked.

Sevikas eyes widdened a bit, and then she smiled softly. “No..not unless you want me to.” She said quietly, the deep tone in her voice almost lulling you.

“I just..I wanted tonight to be all about you..” sevika admitted softly, and you smile. “Well…if it’s all about me….youll stay.” You muttered, holding out your arms. “And if it is all about me, as you so claim…you’ll let me hold you.” You smile at her. Sevika looks down at you, messy hair in her face.

She scoffed playfully. “Yeah yeah..” she muttered, taking off her shirt and laying down with you. She wrapped her arm around your torso as you held her head close to your chest.

…

“You know you’re gonna be sick as a dog tomorrow right?”

“Shut up..” you muttered, smile on your lips as the both of you fell asleep..

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Hello hello, I’m Low Ultima. I have some previous works on other platforms, but this is my first real work on tumblr. I would love to make a part two with way more fucked up shit and hardcore sex so if yall have any suggestions I’m happy to respond. Hope yall liked it lol.

[lowultima]

SLOPPY HEAD #VI

Vi

Vi would have no problem eating you out sloppy, in fact- she gets off on it. Every wet suck and slick pop from her mouth drives her own mind crazy- desperately wanting to look up to see your face as she devours your cunt, but knows that she can't stop- this was all for you. She could wait.

…

Vi has a problem with forgetting foreplay when she's desperate to taste you. She'd fall to her knees and have your stripped from the waist down in mere seconds, too in her own mind as she immediately gets to work for you. Its only when you grab her by her hair and pulling her up from your pussy that she realizes she needs to slow down. She's too desperate for her own good, she NEEDS to make you feel good.

…

Vi’s tongue is thick, but not particularly long- she's shy about her tongue tie…She’ll lap you up like a dog though, drooling over how salty and slick you taste. she loves everything about giving head, particularly for you. She will gulp you up like your slick was water in a desert, swallowing hard and loud.

…

The first time she made you squirt, she was knuckle deep in your cunt as you desperately bucked into her mouth, panting loudly. “Fuck…fuck! Vi- I'm so close-oh god- Vi..Vi!-VIOLET!” you suddenly feel your toes curl as the slick sounds become wetter, your pussy tenses before you suddenly squirt in Vi’s mouth. Vi’s face was soaked, dripping you….Vi had slowed her movements, swallowing your salty release- before starting up again..just as hard, causing you to arch against the bed and releasing involuntarily onto her tongue yet again. That was a long night…

…

Pt 1. Vi has always been more of a giver than a receiver, it was only when she was drunk or high that she would sit on a chair, bartop, bathroom counter- and she’d spread her legs and give you that look that had you weak in your sensitive cunt. She'd give you a tipsy, cocky smile- as though she was too fucked up to contain the restraint to stop herself from eye fucking you across the last drop, or the club. Vi would watch as you would undress and tease her, trailing your fingers up her happy trail, the pinkish-red hair leading you to her enlarged clit.

Pt 2. Her legs would spread, and shed wait as you serviced her happily, hissing in delight every time you sucked her clit swollen. She'd have a puddle of slick on the surface beneath her, and her thighs would shake at every slow, almost painfully slow drag of the topside of her tongue. She learned that from you, and god did it work. She'd stand or lean her bottom half into your mouth- fucking your face until she had your mouth and face ruined. Sweat making your hair stick to your face. What did Vi in was a simple action Vi thought was pure EVIL

Pt3. You would look Vi in the eye, and suck long and hard on vi’s clit until Vi was shaking and cumming, moaning loud and desperate on her clit- panting.