#sol writing

rio comes into the bedroom with heavy steps and you follow her quietly, realizing that you’ve failed her… at least, she thinks so. and maybe you really screwed up. 

just an hour ago, you were at some kind of charity event hosted by the rio company, which brought together all the influential people. especially for this occasion, rio chose a gorgeous dress for you, which hampered your movements all evening. especially for this occasion, rio has been asking you to be polite and smiling as if you were really enjoying yourself. and you tried – you smiled at everyone, supported small talks, and tried to please everyone.

but as time went on, it became more and more unbearable for you to be there. the whole atmosphere seemed to suffocate you and make you feel pathetic. and the champagne you were drinking nonstop didn’t help you at all. so in the end, you couldn't help but be rude to one of her investors. and, of course, rio heard it. of course, she heard exactly the way you slurred some nonsense to this old stinky man. of course…

that was the moment you realized that you have a huge conversation waiting for you at home. you definitely won't like it.

you drove home in complete silence. rio didn't even look at you, her fingers nervously tapped on the steering wheel in anticipation of home.

“did I tell you not to drink so much?” rio's rough voice seemed to bring you out of a trance and she swallowed noisily.

“it's not about the champagne... they were unbearable!” you look at rio with incomprehension, but you know your answer would only make her more annoyed with you.

“one evening!” her voice breaks and she sits on the edge of the bed, tiredly rubbing her temples with her fingers, “I asked you to behave yourself one evening!”

you don't say anything, just stare at her intently, not knowing what to do. part of you wants to rebel and leave, slamming the door loudly, but the other part of you feels guilty and regretful. rio hasn't asked you for anything that much... couldn't you help her at least once?

you take a cautious step towards her, but immediately stop when she looks up at you sharply, and a small grimace plays on her lips.

“take off your clothes,” her voice cuts through the unpleasant silence around you, and you look at her in surprise, as if you hadn't understood what she wanted to do with you, “i said, strip!”

you don't move from where you’re standing, and this pisses rio off even more – she roughly grabs your hand and pulls you towards her, her free hand reaching for the zipper of your dress from behind, trying to quickly remove it. you gnash, try to pull away from her and push her hand away, but her grip is too strong. 

“rio, that's enough!” you literally hiss at her, but rio doesn't even pay attention to it.

in the end, she rips off your dress, and the fabric tears loudly from her pressure, but she also doesn't care, right? 

“did you want to be a bad girl?” rio growls back and pulls you towards her with more force, pressing her hand on your back and positioning you across her knees.. her elbow is painfully pressed against the back of your head, not allowing you to even look at her, and you suddenly feel how little power you have in this relationship, how much rio can control you if she wants to, “now you find out what happens to bad girls – they get punished.”

the sound of a slap fills the room and you flinch at rio's sudden blow. you hear her chuckle and you know perfectly well that now her lips are spreading into that sly smile that always drove you crazy. 

“are you a bad girl?” her voice seems lower, and at first you’re silent, trying to escape from her grip.

but the silence is cut by a slap again.

“answer me!” rio presses her elbow even harder on the back of your head and you clench your jaw, just not to tell her something stupid.

“yes...” a strangled squeak escapes your lips.

“and you're sorry you behaved like that?” rio's fingers trace circles on your reddened skin, just brushing the edges of your underwear. her nails scratch your skin, leaving barely noticeable white marks, but you find some pleasure in it, relaxing a little under her yoke.

“yes...” you whisper again and try to look at her, but you see nothing, “I'm really sorry. I won't do it again.”

“are you sure?” you sigh softly when you hear some softness in her voice... but all your hopes are immediately crushed by another slap and rio's laughter, which hits the walls and makes you shiver, “because I have a feeling that we had this conversation too often.”

rio abruptly grabs your rear, squeezing the delicate skin and scratching it with her nails, making you grit your teeth in pain. you don't even try to escape on purpose anymore, but your body intuitively moves from any rio’s move, which angers her even more.

“maybe it's time to teach you a good lesson?” rio leans closer to you and nuzzles your hair, inhaling the scent of shampoo and tilting his head to the side. her tongue touches the tip of your ear, and then she takes it between her teeth, making you squeal in surprise. 

your whimpers filled the air as rio continued to spank you, each strike sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through your body. you tried to squirm away, but rio held you firmly in place, determined to give you the punishment you deserved.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, rio stopped spanking you. she stroked your tender skin gently, feeling the heat radiating from your punished flesh. your breathing was completely out of control, and you only sobbed briefly and often, burying yourself in her knee, as if that could somehow help you. rio could feel your body relaxing slightly as the spanking ceased, the initial shock and pain giving way to a warm, tingling sensation that spread across your sensitive skin. she continued to stroke your reddened cheeks, feeling the heat emanating from them as she traced the outline of her handprints. leaning down, rio whispered in your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin. 

"i hope, i made myself clear… be a good girl", her voice was low and sultry, sending shivers down your spine. she could feel the dampness between your legs, the evidence of your arousal impossible to hide. rio smirked to herself, knowing that the pain had only served to heighten your desire.

be a good girl… why does her words sound so pleasant and disgusting at the same time? you swallow hard and feel rio loosen her grip, allowing you to move your head. you don't waste any time and immediately look up at her, your neck starts to ache with pain, but you try to ignore it. rio just smirks and takes off her black tie from around her neck, folding it in two, her eyes are burning with the usual excitement.

you don't resist when she's blindfolded you with that tie, and the smell of her perfume hits your nose, bringing you a weird sense of comfort. she's whispering something in your ear.… 

“see?” she laughs and pecks you on the nose, pressing your back again with her free hand so that you lie back on her lap, “how good it is when you’re so obedient...”

rio's fingers trail down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. she could feel your pulse racing, your heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. leaning in close, she nips at your earlobe, giving it a sharp tug before whispering weird praises again. her hand slides down to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh gently as the air gets thick with tension and desire.

rio could feel your body tensing in anticipation, your breath coming in short, shallow bursts as you awaited her next move. the blindfold heightened your other senses, every touch and sound amplified in the darkness. her hand slides further up your thigh, her fingers dancing along your soft skin until they reach the hem of your panties. rio hooks a finger under the fabric, tugging it to the side teasingly slowly and the cool air hits your heated, damp folds, making you squirm slightly.

“are you my good girl?” rio murmurs, her finger tracing your slit, feeling the slick evidence of your arousal. she circles your clit slowly, applying the lightest pressure, knowing it would drive you wild with need.

a soft moan escapes your lips when you hear this question. you don't understand what's going on – it feels like she's penetrated your mind, her voice is beating against the walls of your skull, making your skin crawl.

the late afternoon sun filtered through the bustling streets of piltover, casting a golden hue over the stone buildings. you sat at your desk in the enforcers' headquarters, trying to focus on a stack of reports. ever since the incident with the zaunite uprising, the thin line between duty and personal feelings had become increasingly blurred for you. you could feel the weight of your thoughts pressing heavily on you, particularly one thought: maddie.

maddie.

maddie nolan.

officer nolan?

maddie was everything — strong, passionate, and fiercely dedicated to her role as an enforcer. but lately, you have seen her in a different light. you couldn’t shake the memory of the day you caught her sneaking out of caitlyn's office, her smile lingering in your mind like an echo. the way she moved with that easy grace, the way her ginger hair fell just right, all made your heart ache for something I couldn’t have.

you wouldn't have given it away if you hadn't felt a strange warmth when she talked to you, when she accidentally touched your hand. 

you liked maddie. and to see how she began to get closer to caitlyn.… you knew there was something going on between them. you got the feeling that many of her colleagues knew about it too, but they didn't say anything. 

you've seen the way maddie looks at caitlyn, the way she smiles and constantly tries to be alone with her. but you also saw the way caitlyn addressed her, as if she were just her subordinate and nothing more. 

and that was the most annoying thing.

you’ve been thinking more and more about what if you were in caitlyn's place. you would never look at her like she's just a good fighter. you would follow her with a look full of love, you would smile at her all the time, you would…

you had known Maddie as a colleague, a fearless woman who faced danger head-on. but seeing her with caitlyn, turned your admiration into something deeper. you were jealous. but it was complicated… it was complicated: you were falling for your friend, a friend who was entwined with someone else. with caitlyn, of all people, who didn’t care about her.

"can you cover the west district for me?" a voice says, snapping you from your reverie. it was steb, his expression hurried. "I’ve got to run some errands." 

“yeah, sure,” you respond, given the late afternoon light signaling another long day on the streets. you nod absentmindedly, mentally preparing yourself for the shift ahead. as you gathered your things, your mind wandered back to maddie and caitlyn. again.

as you walk through the dark building to the exit, you notice maddie quietly coming out of caitlyn's office. you immediately feel your heart start pounding. you want to turn around and go the other way, but at the same time you can't miss the chance to talk to maddie.

you feel a weird pull towards her.

“maddy,” you pick up your pace and catch up with her quickly, touching her shoulder to get her attention. the girl immediately flinches and becomes even more tense when her gaze falls on you. it feels as if she wants to escape, but only puts on a polite smile.

“hey… what are you doing here?” she's stealthily trying to straighten her uniform jacket, and you can see how disheveled she looks. you don't even have to wonder what she was doing in caitlyn's office. and it makes you feel so bad that you don't even want to keep up this small talk anymore.

“why do you keep going to her?” you don't have time to think before these bitter words come out of your mouth. maddy looks as surprised as you are at this moment. but there's no point in retreating. 

“i know what's going on between you and caitlyn. I'm not blind,” you take a step towards her, but she doesn't hurry to step back. she looks at you with round eyes, opens her mouth to protest, but closes it without finding the right words, “she doesn't care about you maddy. can't you see that?”

maddy is silent and you notice the echoes of sadness and resentment in her gaze. you know your words were harsh, but you're tired of just watching maddie waste time with someone like that, when you were ready to give her the whole world.

“you don't know anything...” maddy finally says softly and shakes her head, but you interrupt her.

“but I see everything,” you take her hand in a fit of emotion, your fingers gently stroke her knuckles and you try to smile weakly, “and I see how she doesn't care about you. why, maddy? there are so many people around who would kill for a chance to be with you...”

“I love her.”

your face relaxes in surprise and you feel maddie let go of your hand and take a step back. you feel your heart sinking and the sounds around you literally cease to exist. all you hear are her words about “love.” 

you keep trying to replay all the moments with caitlyn and maddie in your cloudy mind, but no matter how hard you try, you don't see any love. 

“do you love yourself?” you try to insist again, but you don't dare to come any closer, “do you really think you deserve this?”

“listen, I appreciate your concern, but I'll figure it out on my own,” maddy runs her fingers through her short ginger hair and adjusts the collar of her white shirt, “I love her. that's it.”

you're both silent for a couple of seconds before she takes a few steps toward the exit, turning her back on you and saying a dry and quiet “good night.”

she leaves, and you stand there, not knowing what to do. it's hurting you, and it's getting even harder to breathe. you want to do something, but you know you're only gonna push maddie away. 

you're lying on the couch, staring at the door across from you, waiting for caitlyn. she came in at about the same time every day, so you were always waiting for her at the door, wagging your tail. but something didn't go according to plan today - she's been gone for too long and you've already started to worry.

at first, as usual, you were sitting by the door, listening attentively to the noise outside, but you still couldn't hear her footsteps. it alerted you, but you tried not to panic ahead of time – she works so it was okay if she was a few minutes late, right?

but an hour passed, and then two.

you've already been walking around the door in circles, not finding a place for yourself to calm down. the whining turned into howls, and you could feel your whole body starting to ache with longing for caitlyn, your mistress and your owner. It was unbearable. It seemed like a lot more time had passed than it actually was, but you couldn't help yourself.

you needed caitlyn like air, if not more.

you tried to distract yourself by walking around the apartment, chewing on your favorite toys that caitlyn bought you to calm down, but nothing helped. your thoughts kept returning to her and to the anxiety that grew with every moment that you spent alone.

and finally you heard the familiar footsteps. you immediately raise your head and look at the door, your ears raised in anticipation, and your tail starts banging furiously on the couch by itself. your heart freezes with excitement, as if it was for the first time, and you run to the door, scratching the floor with your claws.

the door opens and you don't even wait for caitlyn to enter the apartment completely – you run towards her, putting your paws on her stomach, tail swaying from side to side.

“caitlyn! cate! I missed you!” you immediately start whining, looking at her with eyes full of longing and love, but in response she only rudely pushes you away. she doesn't hug you or pat you by the ear, as she usually does, which immediately makes your heart sink.

“let me go inside! gosh!” caitlyn hisses in response, making you take a step back in disbelief and pressing your ears to the back of your head. you don't understand what's going on and it scares you.

you want to ask more questions, you want to know what happened, but you don't know if caitlyn will answer you. you don't want to make her angry. you want her to be proud of you, to love you, so you just nod shortly, trying not to make a sound. 

caitlyn exhales loudly and slams the door, and you flinch at the tension in the air. 

you try not to look at her directly, as you usually do, but you can't bring yourself to turn away from her either – you watch as she throws the raincoat from her shoulders down and goes into the living room, slightly shuffling her feet on the floor from exhaustion. you feel sorry for her. you want to do something, but you feel completely powerless.

you follow her quietly, trying not to get too close and keep at least some distance. you watch caitlyn flop down on the couch and tilt her head back, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes. you hesitate, but still carefully sit down a couple of meters away from her, impatiently stamping your paws on the floor. 

something needs to be done... but how can you do it so that caitlyn doesn't get mad?

“come here,” you blink a couple of times, lifting your head to her. she doesn't even look at you, but her voice sounds much softer than when she first came home.

you swallow hard and carefully approach her, hopping onto the couch. you want to snuggle up to her with your cold nose, but you try not to make any sudden movements.

caitlyn's head slowly turns in your direction and you notice the bags under her eyes and how pale she looks. she reaches out to you and gently puts her hand on your head, ruffling your hair and scratching behind your ear, the way you like it.

“I'm sorry for yelling,” her voice is quiet and tired, and you don't even notice how your tail starts wagging at her touch.

“I was worried about you,” you admit anyway and crouch even closer, gently placing your paw on her thigh, as if somehow trying to calm her down. 

caitlyn smiles sadly and nods, her lips barely moving as she whispers, “just tired.”

you frown a little and lean closer to her, your rough tongue touching her neck in slow movements, leaving a wet trail. you can hear her soft sigh, her hand is still stroking your hair. 

“do you want me to...”

“no,” she abruptly interrupts you and pulls away, wiping your saliva from her skin. you immediately feel like you've said too much, that you’ve done too much and just pushed caitlyn away, but she pats her lap and shakes her head, “let's just sit here.”

you nod immediately and lie down on the couch, resting your head on her lap. her fingers tangle in your hair, but you don't pay attention. your tail slowly hits the couch for pleasure and you stretch, relaxing your body and getting comfortable.

you've only been dating maddie only for a few weeks. but for you, it's been “for a few weeks already." 

you couldn't help how much you became attached to her. you literally wanted to spend all your free time with her. sometimes you even felt embarrassed by how much you were clinging to her. you were constantly trying to hold her hand and touch her in any other way, you constantly wanted to look at her and smell her scent.… 

even now, you can't stand sitting at work without her. your whole body literally ached from the thought that she was out there without you. 

that's why you told your boss that you needed to see a doctor and ran to her office – just to look at her for a couple of minutes so that your heart would stop beating so fast.

you walk into the building and immediately look around, holding a cup of coffee and tea for maddie, who couldn't stand coffee since it made her feel sick. you approach one of the attendants, asking where you can find “officer nolan” and they nod towards one of the offices.

you don't waste time – you knock on the door quickly, and your tail moves nervously from side to side, as if you've never visited her at work. but, for some reason, every time you were seized with a strange anxiety. aren't you doing too much? what if you accidentally scare her away with your persistence? what if there are too many of you?

but then the door opens and you see maddie. she looks tired and you feel some pity for her, but as soon as she looks you, her ears twitch a little in surprise, but it's all replaced by a wide smile.

“hey... how long are you going to come to me like this?” she smiles contentedly and takes a step back, letting you enter her office. 

you wave your tail and immediately go inside, feeling everything warm inside from the thought that she's glad to see you. it's such a small thing, especially when you're dating, but you can't stop smiling stupidly at it.

“as long as you let me in,” you giggle and put the cups on the table, immediately looking around the office, as you’ve done a hundred times before. 

you don't even have time to turn to her before you feel her arms around your waist and her cold nose nuzzling your neck. goosebumps run all over your body, but you don't even think about pulling away. if you had the chance, you would love to stay in her arms for a few more hours or even days. she's so warm.… 

you carefully turn around to face her and hug her back, your fingers rub her back and you press your forehead against her shoulder, closing your eyes. you can literally feel her heartbeat and slowly inhale her scent.…

“who do you smell like?” you suddenly open your eyes when your nose is hit by someone else's scent from her uniform. you don't like it at all – you're used to the smell of caitlyn and several of her colleagues, with whom she often works. but this smell is unfamiliar to you and you immediately flinch, and your ears droop, pressing against your head.

maddie slowly pulls away from you, but she doesn't even think about letting you out of her arms.

“I don't know... what are you talking about?” she looks at you in surprise, turning her head slightly to the side, like a curious little puppy.

you frown and try to take a step back, but maddy doesn't give you a chance to get out of her arms.

“babe... what are you doing?“ she pulls you closer and you put your hands on her shoulders to somehow pull away, "we made an arrest today. maybe there's a smell left.”

you're still looking at her intently, as if you're trying to find some kind of lie in her eyes, but there's just nothing. maybe you're just getting paranoid. then why are you so uncomfortable with just the smell? you never know who she might have touched.…

“are you jealous?” your face stretches in surprise, but you try not to show it.

“no…” you shake your head and you realize how implausible it sounds, “maybe… just a little bit. you can't complain about me wanting you for myself…”

maddie lets out a soft laugh and hugs you even tighter, leaning closer and kissing you lightly on the lips, making you squirm with embarrassment. the tip of your ear is twitching, but you try not to pay attention to it.

to be honest, you didn't see any point in going to a psychiatric hospital. you were just a little anxious... just a couple of panic attacks a month. that's not a cause for concern, is it? for a while, you really thought that's what most people face.

it wasn't until things got worse that you finally listened to your psychiatrist's persuasions. he said it would be better this way. he said they'd help you there. and you agreed.

but did you have any other choice? your anxiety didn't really allow you to work, and you were afraid to go outside for fear of another panic attack. not to mention that you were also afraid to be at home, because if you had a panic attack, you would be left alone.

everything was strange in the psychiatric hospital – there were strange people here, even those who were treated here laughed at. and you felt sorry for them, even though you couldn't help them.

one of the first days, you were sitting in the cafeteria for lunch. a man in a wheelchair is sitting in front of you, viscous saliva is flowing from his mouth, and no matter how disgusting this sight might be, you couldn't bring yourself to tear your eyes away and start eating.

and, let’s just say, you didn't have much appetite after that.

“oh my God.”

you flinch when you suddenly hear a woman's voice next to you. you didn't even notice how she sat next to you.

“what do you think he ate that makes his saliva so viscous?”

you swallow nervously and look first at the man and then at the woman next to you. she's tapping out a strange rhythm with her fingers on the cassette player and looking at you with a strange twinkle in her eyes, and everything inside you is sinking with panic.

and what should you tell her? you don't want to seem weird or anything... but is it weird at all to try to look normal in a psychiatric hospital? 

“I don't know...” you finally shrug and look at the cherry pie on the table. for some reason, you feel strangely embarrassed next to her, and the man opposite has long since left your thoughts.

“are you going to finish eating, or should I continue talking about his saliva?” the girl puts her hand on the table and supports her cheek with it, looking at you at the same time so attentively and so indifferently.

you're about to nod, but you glance at her headphones and cassette player.

“if you let me listen to music,” a slight smile touches your lips and the girl opposite laughs loudly and pretentiously, and you already think that you have said too much. but the she finally calms down and takes off her headphones, putting them on the table along with the player. you chuckle and slide her a plate with a piece of pie, concluding your agreement.

***

lenny busker.

you learned her name after a couple of weeks of your communication. for some reason, every time you asked what her name was, she changed the subject, or told you to call her whatever you wanted. 

It pissed you off, but you didn't really argue. you loved her company after all.

she was funny and constantly calmed you down when you had a panic attack – she just sat next to you and when you felt a little better, she gave you her headphones and turned on some old song that you hadn't heard in a hundred years.

you felt better with her. It's like everything was really okay with you, even if you're both not quite “normal.”

***

one night you woke up to the creaking of your own bed. you immediately tensed up, feeling a sudden wave of anxiety, and tried to get up to see what was going on, but immediately felt someone's hand on your shoulder and a quiet, familiar whisper, “shh... it's just me.”

you immediately freeze, not knowing what to do or how to behave.

“what are you doing here?” you ask quietly as she did and want to look at her, but she squeezes your shoulder harder, not allowing you to turn around. your throat gets dry and you don't even know what's going on. so many bad thoughts fill your head, but you try to get rid of them, telling yourself that lenny would never hurt you.

you lick your lower lip when her free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to her. her hot body is pressed against your back and she leans so close that you can feel her breath on your skin.

“I just decided to check if you were okay,” her voice is saturated with playfulness and she gently bites your earlobe, making you shudder unconsciously. 

“I'm fine,” you say, and your whole face starts to burn red with shame and excitement. you're not entirely sure that your psychiatrist was talking about it when he sent you to a mental institution.

“I see,” lenny hums, and her lips slowly slide over your neck, leaving wet kisses, “just relax and we'll start the treatment.”

you can feel your body slowly starting to relax under lenny's gentle and assertive touches, even if your brain is still sounding the alarm. you're used to it – your brain is always on alert and afraid of everything, even if it's something minor or something you've done a hundred times before. It pisses you off. you're tired, so you don't resist.

you'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about what it would be like to kiss lenny. you're lying if you say you don't want her at a time when you can literally feel her heartbeat.

you close your eyes and try to push away the annoying thoughts. a sigh escapes your lips when lenny's fingers get under your t-shirt, scratching the delicate skin with her nails and squeezing your breast until it aches pleasantly. her lips are still exploring your neck, leaving barely noticeable hickeys and biting in some places only to run her tongue later.

your body shudders as she slowly pulls off your panties and the cool air touches your bare skin. lenny just grunts and nuzzles your hair at the back of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I could do this for days on end...”

she laughs low, her fingers moving between your folds, collecting all the moisture, and you just bite your lip, trying not to moan at her every touch. you'd like to answer her, but you're afraid it might be louder than you planned. and the last thing you want is for the paramedics to come running at the noise and find you like this.

“come on...” you squeeze out such weak words, but it's enough for lenny, who slowly begins to insert her fingers into you, teasing and not letting you fully feel her. you move your hips, trying to speed up the process, but she doesn't let you – she presses you to the bed with her free hand and continues to tease. her movements are slow and measured, and you're one second away from begging her. 

“please, lenny...” you whimper, burying your face in the pillow, your own fingers grab the blanket out of desperation, and only then do you begin to feel the brutal thrusts. lenny whispers something in your ear, but you can't make out what it is.

you feel too good at this moment and you don't have a single thought in your head. just lenny's fingers, stretching you from the inside out, forcing you to grab the pillow with your teeth just to keep from moaning.

the bed starts to creak even more, and you move your hips towards it, before your walls contract for the last time, hugging lenny's fingers and your body begins to tremble from orgasm. you're breathing fast and hard, and your legs are still shaking from everything that happened, even after lenny pulls his fingers out of you with a wet sound.

she doesn't press you to the bed anymore, but even so, you can't turn to her – the treatment went so well that you no longer have the strength.

only for the second session.