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sevika hasn’t ever known peace.

not as a child, not as a teenager, and sure as hell not as an adult.

being silco’s left hand might be the most demanding thing she’s ever done. the woman has cleaned up more bodies than she can count, ignoring the phantom feeling of several others’ blood on her hands. she’s robbed, killed, moved barrels of shimmer across borders like it’s another day at a supermarket. the woman has never thought much of the kind of work she does.

this is all for a greater cause: resistance. in zaun, it’s every man for themselves. she wants to give back to the community, to leave a better life for the youth of zaun than she was afforded.

janna knows it’s taxing, though. silco worked her to the bone in life, and seemed to still be shouting at her from the grave. she could use a fucking break every once in a while. 

the heavy wooden door slams behind your girlfriend, stepping into your shared home to collapse onto the couch. she rubs at her head like she has a migraine, but you know better- that the woman is exhausted. not the kind of exhaustion that can be fixed with sleep, though.

the type that seeps into her bones, down to the marrow.

“rough day?” you ask, approaching her slowly. you sit down beside her, though don’t press against her, for fear of overwhelming the woman. not that you ever have. she nods and mumbles something incoherent.

a deep breath in, and sevika turns her head to look at you. “it’s always a rough day on the job. nothin’ new.”

you swallow, and sigh. she always says something along those lines, and you don’t want to overstep, but- “you look worn out. like, rough.”

she scoffs, half-amused. “flattery will get you everywhere.”

“you know what i mean.”

“yeah.” 

you can’t lie. you worry about sevika, more than you could admit. even if you could, you’re not sure you’d have the words to accurately capture just how much you worry. but you knew what you were getting into when you got involved with the woman. you knew what the undercity demanded of her, you knew where her heart laid. it would be cruel to ask her to give it up.

she still makes time for you. always shows up and remembers the little things- so you can’t particularly complain. despite working like a dog, sevika is a damn good girlfriend.

still.

“i just wish you’d take a break sometimes,” you sigh.

“you know i can’t do that.”

you nod. you do know that. she’s said it before, yet it isn’t any better to hear the second time. or third. or fourth.

“at least take it easy at home for a little while,” you take her flesh hand in yours, gently taking it into your lap and running your thumb along the back. she relaxes a little into your touch. “is there anything i can do, babe? anything at all?”

sevika takes another deep breath in, followed by a heavy sigh. she pauses for a moment, eyes downcast and seemingly in thought, before she speaks lowly. “you know what you can do?”

you open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your tongue before you can utter them. her hand goes to the back of your head, guiding it down, down, down- between her legs. you feel heat rush to your core at the mere implication.

“you want me to?-”

“yeah,” she mutters. “help take the edge off, would ya?”

gods, you don’t think you’ve ever said ‘yes’ to anything so quickly. you nod frantically, like your livelihood depends on this, and your hands fly to start undoing her belt buckles and freeing her of those tattered pants. they pool around her ankles, and the woman slouches back into the couch, letting her legs spread wide in anticipation. you sink to your knees in front of her.

like she’s a deity, presenting the finest delicacy zaun has to offer on a silver platter.

for a second, you’re captivated by the bushy mess between her legs, folds already glistening with arousal, swollen clit peeking out and tempting you to take a bite. you grip onto her scarred thighs as you lower your head even further, ghosting over her cunt.

that hand on the back of your head shoves you forward, and you yelp, but get the message immediately.

“get on with it,” she grunts. “you wanted to help, right?”

you nod against her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. no buildup, no foreplay, just consumption. you lav over her like a woman starved, fast and firm. your nails start to dig into her thighs as your tongue goes from clit to hole, dipping in ever so slightly. sevika rewards you with a hushed grunt, a sharp groan as you slide back up to the bundle of nerves and start sucking. she pushes you even further in, metal fingers tangling in your hair.

“come on,” she breathes out, biting her lip to stifle a moan. “like you fuckin’ mean it.”

your panties must be absolutely soaked through right now, thighs absentmindedly rubbing together in some desperate attempt for friction. you know better than to be selfish right now, though, devoted only to your woman’s pleasure- doubling down. 

all that’s on your mind is trying to get her off. make her fucking relax for once.

you suckle her clit even harder, then prod her entrance with your ring and middle finger before sliding them in. they go in easily, too easily, up to the knuckle. you thrust in and out while sucking on her clit like the sweetest candy. 

“oh, fuck!”

sevika’s hips start thrusting up, into your mouth, pushing you to devour her cunt. moaning against her like you’re the one being pleasured, like this is the most important task you’ve ever been given. as far as you’re concerned, ears filled with the sounds of her low expletives, it is.

you’re absolutely desperate to bring her over that edge, and you can tell by the way her thighs threaten to close around your head that she’s close. 

you crook your fingers inside the woman, meeting that spongy spot inside of her that sends her head spinning. she bites down on her lip and the sharp metal fingertips dig into your scalp harsh enough to bring tears to your eyes, and still.

you’ve got a one-track mind.

“i’m right there,” she breathes out. “c’mon, you- get me off-”

your teeth scrape against her clit, and that does her in. sevika cums with a low groan, soaking your fingers in sticky arousal. she holds you close to her cunt throughout it all, and your moans against her send shockwaves through the woman’s body.

“shiiiit, that’s it..”

for just a second, she loosens her hold on your hair. you do need to breathe, after all, and that’s exactly what you do once you unlatch from her pussy. your eyes are glassy, cheeks stained with salty tears, lips and chin shimmering with evidence of her orgasm. you take labored breaths, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the slick off of your lips.

mockingly, your girlfriend’s flesh hand drops to hold your jaw up by your chin. she gives a lazy, lopsided smirk, looking down through half-lidded eyes. your heart skips a beat.

gods, she looks like pure sin. she looks beautiful, and most importantly, more relaxed.

“you think you can give me one more?” her hand squeezes your chin a little tighter, and you nod immediately. frantically. “you remember our safeword, yeah?”

you nod again. you do, but it hasn’t crossed your mind once during all of this. 

sevika, name meaning ‘loyal servant.’ if your mind wasn’t so hazy, you could scoff at the irony of all this. in your relationship, you’ve always fit that title much better.

devoted only to her, and her pleasure.

you’re pulled out of your head by a harsh slap to the cheek, leaving a stinging sensation behind. you gasp, and sevika’s voice is lower. more gravelly. 

“words, slut.”

“yes,” you gasp. “yes, i do, i’ll- fuck, i’ll give you another. anything you want, ‘vika, anything-”

she shoves your head forward once again, and all words die on your tongue. you go straight back to making out with her cunt, swirling your tongue around her oversensitive clit, using your hands to spread her even wider like a three-course meal, slurping her juices and spitting on her cunt just to lick it back off.

you’re lost in her.

sevika can’t help herself. the previous orgasm was earth-shattering on its own, and this? you going all in, pulling out all the stops? she can’t hold her moans back, growing more high-pitched. her hips move against your mouth, pushing you impossibly closer.

her hips stuttering and moving in a janky rhythm. you don’t pay it any mind, only the sounds that she makes and the delicious sting that her tugging on your hair leaves.

your poor pussy is fluttering around nothing, wet and weeping for any sort of attention. later, you think. later, you’ll stuff your fingers inside yourself and take what you’ve been deprived, probably while the woman before you is sleeping.

for now, though, those very fingers slip back into her. three this time, filling her up, stretching her out, scissoring inside of her and curling against her g-spot. she near screams at this.

“fuck,” she groans. “you’re desperate for it, huh? ahh.. dirty girl, all you need is my cunt and you’re happy..”

you don’t respond, but you do groan into her and start suckling on her clit again. teasing her, doing her in all again, watching her abs contract and feeling her thighs tremble in your hands. you could die down here.

you could survive solely off sevika’s cunt for sustenance, and say that you lived a happy life.

“keep doin’ that,” her abs tense again, it’s barely been two minutes and she’s already close again. your eyes water, hot tears dripping down your cheeks. “don’t you dare stop-”

you don’t dream of it. your nails dig into sevika’s thighs deep enough to leave angry indents, causing her to hiss through her teeth.

all you want is to give your woman the stress relief she so desperately needs.

another curl of your fingers and your tongue flattening against her clit makes sevika shatter once more. her mouth falls open in a silent cry, tugging your hair and grinding against your mouth like you owe her money. she gushes over your face, dripping down to your neck and between your breasts, making little whimpers escape you. as if you’re begging her for more. please, you think. please, give it to me. let yourself go.

with a huff through her nose, your girlfriend shoves your face away from her cunt. still on your knees between her legs, you look up at her flushed expression and listen to her breathy chuckles.

“get some water, darlin’,” she mutters, weakly pointing toward the kitchen. “take a breather. then i want you back on your knees. deal?”

── .✦ jinx;

₊˚ෆ jinx definitely can get explosive when angry, as we’ve seen. her emotions can get the best of her, and she loses a handle on herself- that being said, she tries not to get angry with you. jinx is self-aware, she knows how bad things get when she’s upset. she couldn’t live with herself if she were to act that way toward you.

₊˚ෆ a sure way to make her angry, though? making her jealous. doesn’t matter if you didn’t mean to or not, make her feel like she might lose you to someone else and the girl is fuming. fingers curling around your waist so tight her nails indent into your skin, her lips pressed into a thin line. her free hand is usually dipping into the hilt on her hip, her gaze lasered on the person you’ve made her jealous with. she’s mere seconds away from firing.

₊˚ෆ while jinx can definitely get rough, you’ve never experienced angry sex with her. your mind has been stirring for the past few weeks, wondering what it would be like. not to make her truly upset, but to tick her off just enough to get her going and take it out on you. 

₊˚ෆ it’s a challenge, though. you know that jinx makes it a point to not get angry with you, so you have to get a little.. creative.

₊˚ෆ  the last drop is a frequent date spot for the two of you. often sat together with a round of drinks, singing along to whatever music they’ve got playing or watching the band they managed to book that night, jinx stays close to you. her arm wrapped around your shoulder while your head rests against hers.

₊˚ෆ tonight is no different. a warm summer night, jinx tossed on her usual black crop top with a black tartan miniskirt and some mismatched fishnets. your shorts ebb on the shorter side tonight, while your top is a little more low-cut than you’d usually go for. jinx didn’t mention it, and if she did, you would’ve said it was because of the heat.

₊˚ෆ  all was well, the drinks were coming, jinx sipping some type of cocktail. “hey, toots,” she whispers. “that girl’s starin’ at ya.”

₊˚ෆ you look over to where your girlfriend is gesturing, pursing your lips. indeed, a woman you don’t recognize is staring at you from across the bar. you’ve dealt with this kind of thing before- you’re attractive, and jinx is aware of that. she takes great pride in the fact you’re hers.

₊˚ෆ “don’t worry about her,” you say. jinx grumbles, but relents, though one of her hands settles on your hip. the girl’s eyes follow her hand, and she seems to catch the hint. easy resolution, right?

₊˚ෆ it seemed so, until the girl told you she’d be right back, she needed to use the bathroom. that’s when the woman from across the bar sat down next to you, and started asking you questions- your name, where you’re from, what your pretty self is doing sat with somebody so dangerous. frankly, the woman doesn’t interest you at all. nobody except for jinx stands a chance with you, but you see an opportunity here- make jinx jealous, pay for it later. so you leaned a little closer to the woman, you answered her questions, told her she was pretty. you didn’t move your hand when she placed hers atop yours.

₊˚ෆ the last thing that jinx expected to see upon returning was you being flirted with, and leaning into it. she stands still for a second, not approaching you, just stunned- before she feels herself beginning to seethe, and she surges forward to grab your wrist.

₊˚ෆ “and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she spits, and you give her a doe-eyed look, feigning innocence. “just makin’ friendly conversation, what’s wrong?”

₊˚ෆ your girlfriend doesn’t say a word until you’re back at her hideout. just huffs and puffs as she practically drags you out of the bar, mind racing with a million thoughts. she knows damn well that you’re attractive, and knows you’re bound to get flirted with- but she never thought you’d flirt back. jinx knew you were trying to get under her skin, and well.. it worked!

₊˚ෆ “baby, i don’t know what you’re–” you’re cut off as the girl abruptly pushes you onto the workbench, face-down with your ass up. cold hands fly to the waistband of your shorts, teasing, not quite giving you what you both know you want. “you think you can go around actin’ like a slut? huh? throwing yourself at other girls?”

₊˚ෆ “no-” you stammered, but the girl shook her head. tutting, one hand comes to rub at the heat between your thighs through your clothes, eliciting a little whine from you. “huh? couldn’t hear you.”

₊˚ෆ “no! i just- fuck, wanted to make you jealous-” a dark chuckle escapes your girlfriend. her dextrous fingers find your clit, pressing down over it and rubbing in little circles. “yeah? it worked.”

₊˚ෆ in seconds, jinx has you out of her clothes, bare on the cold metal of her workbench. you can practically feel jinx’s anger radiating off her in waves, filling the air with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. while part of you is terrified, knowing how prickly she can get like this, the rest of you is thrilled.

₊˚ෆ “you coulda just told me you wanted my attention, but nooo,” jinx’s hand comes down on your ass, and you yelp. “little slut wanted to entertain other girls. without warning, two fingers plunge into your dripping hole- stretching you out, curling inside of you and hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

₊˚ෆ you’re a whimpering mess already. jinx is still fully clothed behind you, her breasts pressing up against your back. how you wish you could touch her back- though you know it’s only going to provoke her further. her hand comes down on your ass again and again between cruel thrusts, bringing tears to your eyes, inevitably leaving her mark while she growls in your ear.

₊˚ෆ “this what you wanted, toots? better lay there and take it, like a good whore..” “aww, are you cryin’? we just got started!”

₊˚ෆ it’s a mixture between her degrading you, laughter mixed in, and her flat-out mocking you. if you weren’t too fucked-out to form a coherent thought, you’d see that this is like a game to your girlfriend.

₊˚ෆ you start to feel that familiar knot forming in your belly, signaling that you’re close- your mind hazy, eyes glossed over, cheeks stained with hot tears. jinx can feel it too, she can feel your gummy walls fluttering against her fingers and your thighs shaking. as your whimpers grow more desperate and your moans grow louder, you think you’re about to tip over the edge. “jinx, fuck, please, gonnacum-”

₊˚ෆ and she retracts her fingers without warning. you let out a high whine, looking back over your shoulder as if fatally betrayed. jinx snickers, shaking her head and tutting. “you thought i’d let you cum that easily? hah! not a chance.” she slides her fingers back in, working you back over at the same pace. “gonna have to work for it, hon.”

── .✦ vi;

₊˚ෆ honestly.. it’s kinda hard to get vi well and truly angry. she spent so much of her youth and time in prison angry at everything- herself, piltover, the world as a whole. after getting out and having to deal with everything she did, vi decided she didn’t want to be like that anymore. she didn’t want to waste any more time being bitter, instead trying to keep a positive outlook.

₊˚ෆ in all your relationship, she’s never gotten angry with you. mildly irritated? sure, but she’s able to blow it off. she’s a good communicator, so you’ve never had any arguments, and you’ve never had a reason to be truly angry at her, either.

₊˚ෆ you’re not sure what it’s been recently. maybe it’s the high stress from her job, or maybe she’s had something going on with jinx. either way, vi’s been a little volatile recently. shorter with you, taking more time to be by herself in your shared apartment. you figured you’d just give her the space she needs, but it’s been near two weeks of this, and it’s driving you crazy.

₊˚ෆ vi had another late night shift. she’s come home near midnight, again, and you decide that tonight is the night you do something about it. you approach her in the kitchen as she changes out of her uniform, sighing. the dark circles clinging to her undereyes make your heart ache.

₊˚ෆ “vi, baby?” you breathe out. she hums in response, and you fold your arms behind your back. “everything alright?” the woman lets out a sharp breath through her nose, then nods slowly. “yeah. why wouldn’t it be?”

₊˚ෆ “i dunno. just..” your teeth sink into your lower lip, trying to muster up a response that won’t stress your girlfriend out further. “you seem a little on edge? you know i’m here if you need anything. anything at all.”

₊˚ෆ even though vi’s expression is scrunching up, you continue. “i mean, that’s what i’m here for-” “gods, i’ve got enough on my plate without you hovering,” vi snaps. your eyes widen, you flinch, stepping back. the second the words leave vi’s mouth and she sees you retracting into yourself, she regrets it.

₊˚ෆ “shit, baby, i’m sorry, fuck-” she groans, running her hand through her hair. “i didn’t mean that. i just.. work has been a lot, jinx has been getting on my case, the firelights are out of control. i’ve got a lot on my mind.”

₊˚ෆ you nod without words, searching her expression. nothing but complete honesty. you’re less concerned about her snapping, considering she’s never done that before, and more concerned about helping her. “..wanna let it out?”

₊˚ෆ that’s how you wound up on your back in your shared bed, clothes long forgotten somewhere on the floor, leather harness strapped to vi’s hips. she crawls between your legs, then yanks you closer by your thighs. while she’s still careful to not be too rough, gods, does it feel good to let out steam. 

₊˚ෆ you whimper when the tip of her cock brushes against your clit, then prods your entrance. you have to fight to not grind your hips down, as if asking her to just get on with it. one of the woman’s calloused hands grips your waist, then she pushes in- filling you up, stretching you out, eliciting a soft moan from you.

₊˚ෆ that’s the most gentle vi is- before long, she’s thrusting into you, harsh and messy, plastic tip kissing your cervix. she grunts above you as you whine, tits bouncing. “shit, you know- how- ugh, fuckin’ stressed i am?” she near growls, and you nod, lewd sounds spilling from her lips. you don’t know, given she hasn’t told you much- but gods, you’d say anything to get her to fuck you even harder.

₊˚ෆ before long, sweat starts to drip down vi’s forehead. you look up at her through glassy eyes, mind clouded by pleasure and how beautiful she looks. she grunts with each thrust, and finally, mercifully- reaches between your legs to play with your neglected clit.

₊˚ෆ “yeah? you needed this too, huh?” you nod again. “mm, gods- please, i’m gonna cum-” vi lets out a dark laugh, calloused fingertips pressing harder. you’re a squirming mess underneath her. “fuckin’ knew it. come on, there ya go..”

₊˚ෆ within seconds, your spine is curling off the mattress as your vision goes white-hot. a raw scream rips from your chest as you shatter, but vi doesn’t let up for a second. her hips keep snapping against you, skin slapping skin. “fuck- vi, too much, too-”

₊˚ෆ “shh,” she says, voice dripping in faux-sympathy. “you can take it, hm? one more, for me..”

₊˚ෆ as if you’d say no. you’re in for a long night.

── .✦ mel;

₊˚ෆ another one who doesn’t get well and truly angry often. mel knows anger. she’s been on the receiving end of it so many times, and she’s seen what it can do to somebody- namely, her mother. so she’s sworn it off. done everything in her power to make sure she doesn’t get like that, or turn out like the people who raised her.

₊˚ෆ although.. she definitely has her moments. behind closed doors, for the most part. sometimes the stupidity and apathy of her colleagues gets to her, other times the war efforts make her want to scream into her pillow.

₊˚ෆ those rare moments that she does get angry, mel tries to be behind closed doors. if she feels this way, she doesn’t want to take it out on anybody else.

₊˚ෆ no arguments your whole relationship. only well-versed adult conversations that lead to quick and smooth resolutions. while you tell your girlfriend that she can come to you with any issue, no matter how she’s feeling about it, she still would feel awful involving you in her anger. in fact, she doesn’t confide you much about her job- preferring to keep that part of her life separate from you. sweet, wonderful you.

₊˚ෆ you don’t pry, either. of course you worry about your girlfriend, though you know it won’t help anyone to try and force information out of her. if she wants to handle her anger by herself, so be it, as long as it doesn’t boil over and eat at her. ₊˚ෆ

₊˚ෆ although today, mel just can’t contain herself. when she gets home from a council meeting, you can feel the frustration radiating off her in waves. it’s only a matter of time before it comes out, you think- but you still can’t bear to see her so upset. so you walk up to her, slowly, as if approaching a shaking puppy. “mel,” you murmur. “is everything alright? rough day at work?”

₊˚ෆ mel lets out a bitter scoff, masked by a smile. “something like that. who knew that compassion was a lost art, especially among piltover’s elite?” you frown with her words and tilt your head, trying to figure out what angle to come at this with. how to help her. telling her that you knew certainly wouldn’t help, though maybe you can draw a bath for her or make her some dinner..

₊˚ෆ but she continues on, waving her hands and rubbing her forehead to emphasize her point. “i mean, really. it’s enough that the middle class is slowly being pushed to lower class, but i have to deal with councilmen arguing in favor of hoarding wealth. whatever happened to serving the people, rather than our own selfish interests?”

₊˚ෆ you nod along, listening intently. anything to help mel in the moment, though you wish you could do more. “..is there anything i can do?” 

₊˚ෆ the woman studies you for a moment. purses her lips, as if words are thrumming beneath her skin. but all of them fail her, and she surges forward to claim your lips in a bruising kiss. your eyes widen, and you catch your bearings to kiss back. your hands find her shoulders as she backs you into the bedroom, pushing you onto the mattress and climbing to straddle your waist. it’s all happening so quickly that you feel like your head is spinning, but gods, would you do anything to help mel blow off steam.

₊˚ෆ “you want this?” she breathes out, still ever so polite through her anger. you nod rapidly, and mel pops the buttons on your blouse as her knee wedges between your thighs and presses up. a high gasp escapes you. 

₊˚ෆ mel leaves open-mouthed kisses down your torso, at the valley between your breasts, working down to your stomach and eventually right above the waistline of your pants. she tugs them down like they’ve personally offended her, tossing them to some unknown corner of the room.

₊˚ෆ she tugs your panties down just as quickly, not before smirking to herself at the wet patch that’s already formed on the fabric. you’re equal parts scared and thrilled by this, not knowing what her next move will be- but you know you’re always in good hands with mel. as far as you’re concerned, mel can take out whatever she wants on you.

₊˚ෆ the woman yanks you closer by your thighs, diving between your legs to bury her face in your cunt. splitting puffy folds with her tongue, nosing over your clit, listening to your little mewls and whimpers as she devours you. no buildup- just speed, just her lips forming a seal to suck at the little bundle of nerves and her tongue plunging deep inside you.

₊˚ෆ mel’s hands are holding your thighs apart, her nails digging into the skin deep enough to leave indents and a delicious sting. your mouth falls open and your head tilts back. “fuck- fuck, fuck! mel-” one of her hands moves to deliver a sharp slap to your clit, and you near scream. 

₊˚ෆ she eats like a woman starved, not like the usual gentle pace she uses. your hips stutter as she holds you in place, restraining you from grinding onto her tongue, your back arching impossibly off the mattress. she growls against you, sending shockwaves through your body, and you can feel your climax building quickly.

₊˚ෆ “mmph, stay there,” she breathes out, voice low and raspy. “take it. just take it all, darling.”

₊˚ෆ mel can feel it too, and she somehow gets faster, harder, meaner. her tongue lavs over you cruelly while her nails dig into you, and finally, you feel it hit. you tip over the edge with a cry of her name, coating her face in your arousal. mel drinks up every last bit greedily, but doesn’t slow down. doesn’t ease you out of it. 

₊˚ෆ she just keeps licking, keeps stretching you out on her tongue and laving over you- your hand shoots down to tangle in her twists, and she delivers another harsh slap to your clit. you’re in for a long night. 

── .✦ sevika;

₊˚ෆ sevika is a volatile one. though she appears relatively mellow on the outside, you know better. anyone who truly knows sevika knows better. after all she’s seen in the undercity, especially as silco’s left hand, not much truly gets under her skin anymore. but when she gets mad, she gets mad.

₊˚ෆ never at you. sevika swore off commitment for the longest time, only having occasional flings and being a regular at the brothel. her mind changed when you came into her life, though, and she knew that she had to try and be better- for you. she wasn’t sure she deserved you, and honestly, still isn’t. she’ll damn well try to be worthy of you, though.

₊˚ෆ that meant no explosive moments around you, especially none at you. it’s hard to be vulnerable, and she isn’t used to actually talking problems out. if this were anyone else, she’d either tell them to fuck off or knock them out. she’d rather spill her guts being vulnerable, though, than let her anger get the best of her when you’re there. 

₊˚ෆ that being said, she still has her moments. there are times she comes home grumbling under her breath about one of smeech’s goons. other times she’s irritable because of some shopkeeper who tried to rip her off despite knowing who she was, and you make mental notes to chew them out later. still, nothing ever directed at you.

₊˚ෆ sevika doesn’t care what you do with your own life- not much, anyways. of course she wants the best for you, but you’re an adult who has a good head on her shoulders. she trusts you. that being said, she’s possessive, and fiercely loyal. one of the only ground rules the woman has laid down is that you’re not allowed to be part of combat. you can’t get between her and whoever she’s fighting. as a matter of fact, don’t even be within a mile radius of her.

₊˚ෆ this is half because she doesn’t want you getting caught in crossfire and injured, and half because she doesn’t want you to have to see her like that (even though you already have, a few times). 

₊˚ෆ this morning, you woke up to the space beside you in bed empty. not unusual, considering sevika’s job and lifestyle. “no rest for the wicked,” as she says. what is unusual, though, is the absence of a note. any indication of where she’s gone and what she’s doing. this causes you to jump out of bed, looking at the nightstand, the dresser, venturing into the kitchen and dining room in pursuit of anything. no results.

₊˚ෆ despite sevika’s warnings and the rule you’re well aware of, you can’t help yourself. this isn’t like her. your heart is thrumming so loud it’s piercing your ears, your breathing is rapid and your feet are moving faster than your mind can. you slip on the first pair of shoes you can find to get somewhere, anywhere. running around zaun has never seemed so dire; you run up and down the marketplaces, through the lanes, until finally, you find a dark alleyway where sevika is in deep.

₊˚ෆ you don’t think, only act. throwing yourself between the two of them, you’re lucky the only damage done to you is your shirt being torn by one of sevika’s metal fingers. she growls, and you might’ve expected her features to soften when she lays eyes on you. they don’t.

₊˚ෆ luckily, your little stint seemed to scare the other guy off. he looked frail anyways, bruised and battered and practically shaking in his boots. sevika scoffs as the man runs out of sight, then her eyes land back on you, and your heart near stops in your chest. fuck, you’ve really done it. 

₊˚ෆ “you know you’re not supposed to-” “i know, sev, but-” “but, i’ve made it crystal clear that you don’t get involved in this.” the woman is backing you up toward the wall, her body effectively trapping you. her breaths are heavy and labored, and you go wide-eyed- you know that sevika wouldn’t ever hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little scared.

₊˚ෆ to your surprise, though, sevika’s flesh hand slips between your thighs and starts rubbing at you through thin fabric, causing you to whimper and clamp your hand over your mouth. it’s not like you haven’t had sex in public before. never anywhere so open, though, where anyone could stumble upon the grimy alley and hear your desperate moans. 

₊˚ෆ “sev-” you breathe out, and the woman promptly shushes you. “quiet,” she bites. “someone oughta fuck some sense into you.” the tone of her voice makes you clench around nothing. 

₊˚ෆ within seconds, she’s tugging your pants down, your underwear with it, sticky strings of arousal clinging to the fabric. she laughs lowly at the sight, looking between your legs like you bear the gates of heaven there. her metal arm stays on your hip, keeping you stable, while her calloused fingertips prod at your entrance. without warning, two push in, and you have to bite into your lip hard to not scream. 

₊˚ෆ sevika’s breathing heavy in your ear, her arm working faster than you can keep up with. like this is hard fucking labor. she thrusts in, then out, crooking her fingers so she can hit your g-spot harder and faster than the last time. “you know better. such a smart girl, couldn’t follow the rule i gave her.”

₊˚ෆ “please- i’m sorry,” you babble, but you don’t ask her to stop. you couldn’t. despite the discomfort of the hard, cold wall against your back, the thought anyone could see the woman utterly destroying you, you don’t want this to end. “i won’t do it again- aah!”

₊˚ෆ sevika chuckles lowly, shaking her head and tutting. “yeah. ‘m sure you won’t, doll.” she only keeps fucking you, drawing wet squelching from your needy pussy and lewd noises from your lips. you cling to her, arms wrapped round her shoulders like she’s anchoring you to the shoreline. she might as well be.

₊˚ෆ she rolls your clit between her finger and thumb a few times, pinches it, goes back to thrusting and filling you up with a smile on her face. it works like a charm- bringing you closer and closer to that state of ecstasy. with a bite to your earlobe and a growl of, “give it to me, damn it,” you tip over the edge.

₊˚ෆ your walls clench round her fingers and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. “fuck, fuck-” you whimper, voice still muffled behind your hand. your knees buckle underneath you, and luckily, sevika hoists you up. not without saying, “next time, you listen.” 

── .✦ caitlyn;

₊˚ෆ caitlyn’s emotions can be a bit of a rollercoaster. she tries not to let them get the best of her, especially considering her job and standing within piltovan society. it gets hard at some points, though, and it’s gotten even harder following her mother’s death. 

₊˚ෆ sometimes she’s sad. sometimes she’s alright, other times caitlyn wants to scream until her throat aches raw. you were there to help her through every crying spell, every bout of anger, and every memory she recounted. in that time, caitlyn swore that she wouldn’t ever get angry at you. she felt bad enough letting you see this side of her, she doesn’t know what she’d do with herself if she let you become the target of it. 

₊˚ෆ you’ve seen her angry. even as she grew around her grief and found the beauty in life, living not only for herself, but for you and cassandra, she still gets her bouts of anger. the advice you’ve always given her: let it out.

₊˚ෆ in a healthy manner, of course. but you would rather the woman flush it out of her system, rather than let it fester inside herself until she can’t hold back anymore and it ends up becoming a much bigger problem than it should’ve been. wether that means taking mile-long walks, screaming into the open air, splashing cold water on her face- you’ll support it. so long as caitlyn feels that weight come off her shoulders.

₊˚ෆ sometimes, though, she takes to more.. unorthodox methods.

₊˚ෆ the first time it happened, caitlyn was just coming off a case. a young girl committing arson with her lover, the case file said. unlikely she had any ties to zaun, or any external motivations, but very likely she was mentally disturbed. this became less an enforcer issue, and more a health issue- which stressed the poor woman. she liked being able to solve things. she liked her efforts paying off. now, though, this is out of her hands, and honestly? the health department wasn’t being very cooperative.

₊˚ෆ “i mean, surely, it isn’t difficult to evaluate a teenager. if this was just her idea of fun, clearly something isn’t right, but i must be the only person who sees it that way!” the woman sat down opposite you, throwing her hands up in exasperation. you nodded along, taking in all the information and offering commentary every now and again. still, you could tell this was weighing heavily on the woman.

₊˚ෆ when she gets like this, you offer caitlyn two options: does she want a solution, or does she just want to vent and blow off steam? either one works, and you’ve made that clear. this time, she preferred the latter, though her pointed stares in your direction and the shifting of her thighs while you told her she’s doing the best she can and she deserves a break.

₊˚ෆ you ended up bent over her desk, strap hanging from her hips a glowing blue as her hand rubs decievingly sweet, slow circles over your ass. her anger is palpable, detectable despite her being behind you. she told you not to look back, to just hold onto the desk and take it.

₊˚ෆ your cunt is soaked already, sticky fluids sticking to your inner thighs. part of you is humiliated, the other part is excited by the fact caitlyn must find this endearing. how needy you are, how ready you are to let her take everything out on you.

₊˚ෆ “gonna be good for me?” she whispers, voice low and husky. you say yes faster than you ever have before, and caitlyn pushes into you in one firm thrust. a raw scream rips from your throat, and caitlyn’s hand flies to cover your mouth. plush breasts press against your back as she rasps, “quiet, love.”

₊˚ෆ she pulls out, just leaving the plastic tip, then pistons her hips forward. you choke out a moan, muffled by her hand, and the woman repeats. again and again, fucking you at a near animalistic pace. wild and untamed. “yeah, just like that,” she grunts. she spanks your ass once, then twice.

₊˚ෆ the room fills with a filthy melody of quiet moans, caitlyn’s grunting, labored breaths, the desk creaking, and the wet sound of her dick impaling you. it kisses your cervix with every thrust, stretching you out deliciously. a sharp contrast to the stinging pain she’s left on your ass.

₊˚ෆ you mewl helplessly, as if your ears have been stuffed with cotton and your mind has been rendered useless. you promised caitlyn you’d help her blow off steam, and gods damn it, you’ll do that. the few words that bleed through that cotton include, “you were made for this, huh?” and “such a sweet girl, so easily ruined.”

₊˚ෆ you’re getting closer to that peak with every second, squeezing the toy and gripping the desk for dear life. caitlyn can tell by your moans getting louder, unmistakable in nature despite her efforts to stifle them. thank the heavens that no staff is in the manor. wordlessly, her arm slinks between your legs and the pads of her fingers rub harsh, cruel circles on your clit. that does it.

₊˚ෆ you squeal as your orgasm crashes over you, slamming into you like a freight train. your legs shake, and caitlyn fucks you throughout it, her hips slowly winding to a halt and pulling out with her dick coated in your juices.