#fiah: project pluto

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PROJECT PLUTO

Protect and Serve.

Sevika did her duty as knight, a bit too well, perhaps.

Pairings: Knight!Top!Dom!Sevika x Lady!Bottom!Feminine!Fem! Reader

Content Warning: Swearing, unwanted/forced marriage, mention of kidnapping, mention of death, slight description of food, jealously, slight description of blood, attempted assassination. SMUT WARNING: Degradation, dirty talk, size kink (kind of), cocks were mentioned (not real), jealously, scratching/marking, spanking, choking, mentions of overstimulation, biting.

Word Count: 5.7K

���*:･ﾟ✧. Finally, a full Sevika fic!! Only took nearly a year, pft. As of writing this, I don't really know how to feel about it; I like some bits, but other sections I keep rewriting and it doesn't seem to get better; it feels very rushed. I was going to add hatred toward men in the content warnings, but, you know. This is a chance for me to introduce Angie, if she's popular enough I may write a piece of just her only. (She ATE). If you squint real hard, there's suggestive implications between Reader and Angie. Angie is queen, because I say so. Reader is also a whore, and not shy about it.

SEVIKA only knew two things. To protect and serve. So, when she saw you; in all your gracefulness and powerful elegancy; she did what she knew; protect and serve. Sevika took her job as royal knight seriously, so it was no surprise when the Queen gave her an even better task. She took an oath to protect you; and she did so diligently. Sevika was always there; a stealthy frame lurking around your sweet figure, towering over you as a means to make your presence a little more intimidating. She’d be there when you spend your time in the gardens; she would take stance outside your bedchambers; she would be there for any gown fitting you would attend; and she most certainly didn’t miss any meetings with your potential suitors. Sevika was there when the Council and your parents forced you to marry a man for the ruse of political power. Sevika was everywhere, and you couldn’t complain.

Sevika was standing dutifully by the Queen when she first caught sight of you at a ball. And so, her dark, broody presence simmered down just slightly once she caught sight of your glittering form through the crowd. Her eyes never left you; the way your body danced across the floor, you looked like a ghost with the brightness of your dress and the sparkles in your hair. She admired the way your hair danced alongside you, the way your dress waved and billowed after you. She admired you the way she admired the art of skilful fighting. Sevika stared at you so much; her eyes almost teared up with her subtle wide-eyed stare, so much so she could only hope that the Queen didn’t catch on.

It was no shock for Sevika to see the Queen choosing you as her favourite; you were soft and short, with a bright face and mellow features. The Queen, however was a force to be reckoned with, sharp, angular; standing with an impassive face and an impressive build that even shocked Sevika at first. There are many rumours about the Queen; rumours that paint her as the Devil straight from the Bible; cruel, vicious. Yet, you seemed to hold a certain grace, a softness. It seemed rather odd for you to mingle so closely with the likes of the Queen. You were a pleasant surprise for Sevika and getting a glimpse of you for the first time; was getting the wonderful news of protecting you.

“I request you to protect Lady Estelle’s heiress.” Sevika turned to see Angeliki looking over the ballroom with her steely blue eyes, she looked calm; her breathing was steady, her body looked lax. Sevika knew her boss well enough to understand that moments like these kept Angeliki on edge; her eyes would never stay at one place, she bristled just the smallest amount when a Lady or Duke approached her but most of all; her stature bristled when she saw you interact with another. Angeliki hated it here, yet she stayed for you. Angeliki swallowed thickly. “She is fragile, and I am worried I am not doing enough to protect her.”

Sevika just tipped her head in response, choosing not to say anything. Angeliki knew Sevika wasn’t one for reassuring words, and Angeliki understood that. In the short few years Sevika worked for the Queen; they both found a sense of respect for each other. They both had an unattainable strength and power, and maybe the ability of attracting sweet, pretty things.

You weren’t very shy when your mother introduced you to Sevika, you still felt the thrill of dancing, your cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. You were out of breath, but Sevika’s presence tore it out of you; like inhaling hot steam. Sevika was every bit of tall, dark and handsome. She had a presence that made your knees knock, and your eyes flutter. It felt like déjà vu, because you remembered the way you nearly tripped on the steps when you were first introduced to the Queen. It seemed as though you were naturally drawn to women that enjoyed exuding their power.

You weren’t ashamed to seduce Sevika, that same night in fact. Your heart and your core stuttered at the realisation that Sevika was to be your personal knight. You were ecstatic. Just like you were ecstatic to found out the Queen took a liking to you.

You just battered your eyes at her, as you gracefully leaned against the doorframe of your bedchambers. “Could you perhaps… help me with my corset? It’s terribly tight, and we-” You just let out a small, quiet laugh. You stared at Sevika from the corner of your eye, your gaze turning to one of doe-eyed innocence when Sevika caught your subtle stare. “It’s quite embarrassing, really. I told my dresser to not tighten it too much, but-”

Sevika just stared at you, her eyes boring into you soft figure, the way your back arched softly, just pushing the soft mountains of your breasts against the doorframe; she knew not to let her face contort to compliment her feelings, so she stared at you blankly as you rambled. She was admiring you, enjoying the way the corset hugged your curves beautifully, the small intricate beads that fell around the curve of your shoulders. Sevika liked looking at you, she realised. She just merely let the corner of her mouth curl, before she gestures dismissively for you to turn. Sevika caught wind of what you were doing, seeing as your corset strings were already halfway done.

Sevika let out a low chuckle, shaking her head before her fingers took a strong hold of your laces, not wasting another moment to push you into your bedchambers. If it weren’t for the strong hold Sevika had on your laces; you would have stumbled and fell but you could feel your stomach and chest pressing inwards as the corset tightened slightly from Sevika’s heavy tug on your strings. You could feel the cold touch of her metal fingers dragging along your thigh, the soft material of your skirt curling around her metal wrist, while her other hand – which oddly enough – was cold as well; shamelessly tucked themselves away into your undergarments, smirking when there already seemed to a puddle on her fingertips.

“Didn’t take a Lady to be such a whore.”

Your mother was adamant that you marry; you tried to protest but that seemed to speed up the process and before you could even catch your breath; you were already taken to a first meeting with your would-be husband. By the end of the week, Lady Estelle announced the news of your marriage to Angeliki. Nobody knew what the Queen wore on her face, she merely sat on her throne; barely sparing a glance at Lady Estelle before you felt your body straighten when Angeliki turned to you.

“This was your choice?” Angeliki spoke; her voice was steady and calm, but it echoed throughout the throne room. Sevika could see the guards straighten in alarm at the sound of her voice, fumbling to tighten their hold on their weapons or subtly straighten their uniform.  

No, not really. You nodded, dipping your head in a slight tilt. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

You were meant to marry your husband; but your eyes kept drifting to the dark figure looming in the corner of the church. Sevika was meant to be working, making sure to keep you safe on such an important day; but her dark eyes always found you; the tightly bound, pink flowers in your hand; the delicate veil as it fell around your face. You were sparkling, you would have been beaming; if not for the hideous truth that you never wanted this marriage. How could Sevika protect you from any danger when it was standing right next to you?

The church held the same air well; thick and potent, maybe it was the eerie silence that followed the end of the organ playing when you stepped on the altar, or it might have been the way Angeliki wouldn’t keep her steely glare off of Lady Estelle. Sevika could feel it from her post, the way her broad shoulders were drawn back, the muscles in her back tightening the more and more officiant rambled on. Sevika felt sorry for the Queen’s advisor; who in her small stature; did everything she could to avoid Angeliki and her cold gaze.

You felt it as well, the officiator may have been the one talking, but you could feel and hear the steady, eery breathing of the Queen behind you; for you it felt as though her body expanded and hunched, almost creating a looming shadow and presence over your smaller stature. Oh, what eery eyes you have.   

Sevika was also there at the night of your wedding, standing outside your bedchambers due diligently before any and all sense flew from her head, and not long after; it wasn’t your husband who consummated your marriage; it was her. You had quietly requested that you keep your husband out of your room, and Sevika obliged. She was admiring the way you gracefully undressed to your bridal negligee. It looked stunning on you; the soft fabric settled wonderfully on your curves. Sevika couldn’t keep her hands off you.

“You taste wonderful, My Lady.” You could hardly get a word out when Sevika shamelessly dove back in between your thighs; the tip of her large nose nudging against your swollen clit. You let out a quiet whimper; your thighs trembling in her large hands, when Sevika hummed; the sound so low; it heard and felt like a growl. “And you look absolutely stunning. Like a fairy.”

You tipped your head back, a low breathy moan slipping from your mouth; you squirmed when Sevika pressed herself further into you; the ravenous, needy shake of her head causing her hair to tickle your glittering thighs as another low grunt fell past her mouth. You didn’t hear it, you felt it; the sound vibrating through your core.    

Sevika’s eyes ran over your trembling form; soft and delicate. She could see the way your nipples perked through the thin material of your negligee; she loved watching the way the nightgown tightened and hugged your curves. You were sparkling; a soft sheen of sweat along your skin; the glitter of your makeup; dotted across your face. It certainly didn’t help that your nightgown was adorned with sequins and beads, it looked like a shining puddle around your body. You looked every bit of the beautiful bride you were, soft, angelic, twinkling. You were all hers. All of you. Sevika felt a rush of pride at that thought; you married a man, yet you were here; your body open for her.

“Your lousy fucking husband couldn’t do this, could he?” Sevika asks, her dark lips curled in a vicious smirk. Sevika rose up to her full height, the creases of her large palm running over the expanse of your thighs, her thick fingers tightening around the delicate curve of your ankle; her thumb absentmindedly caressing the divot on the heel of your foot. You were too much in a drunken, pleasured haze, you didn’t realise Sevika’s fingers sneaking toward your entrance. “Fuck you like this?”

“I hope you don’t keep using crude language during our most intimate moments,” you scolded, a gasped moan escaping your mouth when Sevika’s thick finger pushed past your ring of muscle, jolting at the delicious burn.

A shiver ran through your body when Sevika chuckled, the dark sound rumbling from her chest and vibrating through her powerful body. “Apologies, my Lady.” Sevika rumbles, sliding the length of her fingers along your inner walls, marvelling at the sight of your entrance greedily taking her thick, calloused digits. Sevika leaned forward to taste the soft skin of your nape, sucking gently; it was almost as if she could taste the sweetness from your perfume, settling on her tongue like a thin mist; you tasted like vanilla and raspberry.

You muffled in a moan, sucking in your bottom lip when Sevika’s mouth wrapped around your pebbled nipple, sucking harshly until spit ran down the crevice of your breasts and down Sevika’s chin. You cried out when her teeth pulled and nicked your nipple, letting it stretch before letting go with an audible pop.  You couldn’t help but flush when you felt the dark, heavy gaze from Sevika’s piercing eyes trace over the curves of your writhing body, a moan catching in your throat when her fingers picked up speed.

“Do you know how pretty you look? Laying like that? With you being so greedy, so greedy. You want more of my fingers, needy girl?” Sevika ground out, the dresser creaking dangerously under her thrusts. “My cock?” Sevika offered, her dark eyebrow arched before she smirked with a light scoff, seeing the way you slightly lifted your hips, a strangled sigh falling past your mouth. “Such a slut. Is that what you want? My cock filling your pussy and stretching you out?”

You cried out, your head falling backwards onto the mirror behind you. You could feel your nails almost break and peel as you clawed at the wood under you, the same way Sevika’s nails dug into your soft skin, keeping you to stay splayed out for her leisure. It was a delicious pain, it made your skin chill with pleasure, goosebumps trailing your skin. Your heart stuttered in your chest when you felt the familiar hold around your throat; Sevika easily guiding you to stand in front of her.

You felt and looked small against Sevika, you realised. You saw the way the rolls on your body almost wilted under Sevika’s wandering hands, your skin was tugged and pulled, the enticing curves of your breasts almost melting into Sevika’s metal palm, the thin barely-there negligee melted against your skin, before Sevika pulled off your body with a disgruntled mumble. Sevika seemed to enjoy it; the way your belly seemed to lift from the strength of her hand and fall with an inviting jiggle. For Sevika, it felt as though she was moulding putty in her hands, soft and inviting and so, so irresistible.

You gasped, your back arching as Sevika dove down; sucking your nipple into her hungry mouth, before trailing her mouth down the underside of your breast. Sevika was aching for a part of you, any part of you, grunting and groaning as she opened her mouth further around your breast. Sevika didn’t let go of your breast for a while, the large curve of her nose resting flush against the underside of your breast. Sevika’s skin was warm, and the tip of her nose was hard; digging into the doughy flesh and skimming across the soft skin.

Sevika’s hand was large as well, the palm heavy as it struck your core; her thick fingers eagerly and quickly finding its way through your folds and in your squelching cunt. It covered your cunt entirely; you could barely see the way your puffy lips wrapped around her fingers, and the way they rolled. Her prosthetic arm was much larger, the metal claws creeping around the curve of your belly before snatching up your disregarded breast, squeezing the tissue.

Sevika urgently ran her mouth up your arm, along the curve of your shoulder, over the pulse points on your neck, delivering half sent kisses on your skin as if she only had a few moments with you. “You are like ice cream. I’ve never fucked someone so soft,” Sevika whispered under your jaw, breathing your scent in deeply before wrapping her lips around your chin. “Look at the way you’re melting in my hands.”

It was embarrassing that Sevika was right; you couldn’t help but buck your hips into Sevika’s hands, letting out a breathy huff when her fingers– for whatever reason – wouldn’t reach the fleshy sponge nestled deep below your belly button. Yes, your skin may as well be considered a sort of dough, or ice cream; the fat in your breasts pooled and sunk through the spaces of Sevika’s metal fingers and over the bones and structure of her cool forearm. Yes, Sevika was right. And, yes, you enjoyed the way Sevika took your body and mind, and completely fucked out any thought from you.  

“Bend over,” Sevika’s voice was gruff, desperate, and your gasp that followed was pathetic and rushed, because in a quick moment you found yourself arched over your makeup vanity. The soft globes of your breasts were moulded and shifted to press against the hardwood, and you could feel the way your belly stretched to rest on the surface without pulling your skin too much.       

You squirmed, the rough curves and joints of Sevika’s metal fingers scarping across the slopes of your ass, before you let out a hushed gasp when Sevika’s claws dug into your skin, enough to cause a shiver to run through you. “I saw the way you looked at the Queen today. Did you want her cock as well?”

You couldn’t answer, because Sevika’s pointed claws were trailing across your slit. Sevika laughed, her brows drawing in at the amount of slick that painted her bronze fingers, she had half the mind to fuck you with your mechanical hand, but that meant the chance of internal injuries. You felt the vanity creak a little under your weight when Sevika grabbed a fistful of your ass, the metal of her fingers just barely piercing the skin; she didn’t give you a chance to react before you felt the familiar round tip of Sevika’s cock pushing past the ring of muscle.

You tried to squirm, but jumped and gasped when Sevika’s fleshed palm struck your ass, the sound thundering through the otherwise quiet room. You felt the vanity creak again when Sevika pulled your ass apart, revealing your puffy, wet lips. Sevika hummed, low and throaty when she moved her hips slowly, ogling as your lips dragged across the silicone shaft. She could almost feel it, the way your pussy sucked her in, the way it pulsed and quivered as though you were going to cum.

You had nothing to hold onto, your nails scratched against the grooves of the wood, moaning against the dark, red surface and before you could comprehend; your hands flew out to catch the mirror. Sevika’s was always rough, but today – you gasped again, a strangled moan lodged deep within your throat; the silicone cock nestled so snugly, you had no way of escaping. Every roll of your hip, an arch of your back or the way you tried to squeeze your thighs; urged Sevika on more.

You squirmed again and Sevika cupped your waist tightly, using your writhing, pathetic body as leverage to slide into you deeper. The second time you squirmed, and you felt the beautiful, suffocating weight of Sevika’s hand on your back; though it did little to keep you still. The third time and her patience was waning; the wooden surface shook and almost splintered when Sevika smacked her palms against the vanity; from the corner of your tearful, hazy eyes, Sevika’s claws were cutting through the paint, soon enough the wood would start to chip away.      

You cried out, biting your lip in effort to keep your sounds muffled. Sevika didn’t bother to; huffs and grunts falling past her mouth over you. At this point the mirror was hitting the wall, and the legs were creaking, the drawers were threatening to open as they clanked and rattled. Were you about to fall? Maybe. Did you care? No. Definitely not. Your vision blurred and your thighs trembled from the onslaught of Sevika’s angry thrusts, and the pleasure that sizzled through you. “Vika-”  

“Stop talking. Going to fuck you until your legs give out.” Sevika rasped out, her hips slapping against your reddening ass. You were too far in your daze to realise that Sevika shifted, the vanity creaking with her change in position. You breathed out a low, pleasured laugh, blinking your eyes; feeling the familiar tightness around your throat. Sevika’s metal hand had warmed up at this point, so it didn’t startle you when she held you firmly under your jaw; somehow keeping your body arched and poised.

Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.

Breathing was difficult now, your heart raced, and your pulse along your neck followed, thumping wildly. You groaned; the sound garbled, whiny and Sevika would have felt it vibrate through her hand, but her metal fingers were incapable of feeling anything. Sevika could hear it though, and see it; the way your eyes fluttered shut and the way your arousal seemed to drip down your thighs. Sevika seemed to go faster once she held you by your throat, the sound of squelching between your legs so loud.

It was humiliating that your orgasm came quickly; you hadn’t realised it until you felt some sort of dam breaking inside of you, causing you to writhe and pant, before you lifted yourself off the vanity, clawing blindly at Sevika’s thigh, feeling the muscles roll and tense as Sevika continued her thrusts. “Keep cumming on my cock. Fuck, you’re such a slut.” Sevika gritted out in your ear, her voice low and throaty, her hands were persistent, her fingers finding their way back to your hips, squeezing the skin, pulling and tugging almost off your bones. You cried out, your fingers clenching the edge of the vanity, your legs – which now were resting on the warm wooden surface – shuddered; goosebumps dusting your skin, and weirdly enough, the pleasure simmering slightly, creeping back up the more Sevika pummelled into you. “We’re going to do this again and you’re going to lay there and take it, you hear me?”

“I do not like your husband.” Angeliki states; her broad arm resting against the back of her chair. She was almost slouching; her legs spread out; the button of her shirt nearly popping and giving you an enticing view of the curves of her breasts. Table etiquette for her was long forgotten; as the Queen she had other pressing matters to stress over. You told her it was because people were far too intimidated to tell her off, but Angeliki believed it was because people were too tired to.

You just smiled sadly at her, buttering a small piece of bread. You delicately take a bite out of it; chewing slowly and swallowing it before you replied. “I don’t want you to feel bad, Your Grace. It’s the Council’s-”

“Yes. Who are they to tell me what I can and cannot do? They have no right.” Angeliki replies. “I will your end marriage. Believe me.” Angeliki’s nose twitches, as though she wanted to curl it in disgust, before her eyes drop to her small cup.

“And how are you going to do that, Your Grace?” You tried to keep your movements minimal, your back still ached, your throat burned slightly, your muscles felt tense and – to put it crudely – your pussy was still sore. You take another bite of your bread, swallowing and lightly grazing your neck, sending a quick glance to Sevika. You squirmed in your seat, wiping the corner of your mouth with your napkin. Angeliki’s stare had always been cold, calculating; it seemed as though she was analysing every bit of your soul and body, but today felt more meticulous. Maybe it was because you wore the guilt of warming the bed of your personal guard, or the fact that you didn’t warm hers last night.

“I suppose a shovel. People have told me I have a very heavy hand; one hit may be enough.”

You wait for her to monotonously tell you it was a joke, but the Queen seems too preoccupied with trying to use a dainty, demitasse spoon in her large fingers. “Your Grace. This may seem out of hand for what I am about to say, but you can’t kill my husband!” You exclaim in a hushed manner, sending a nervous smile to a castle worker who started to clear the table.

“Why not? He is a man.” Angeliki gives the spoon a look of contempt, before she reaches for a larger soup spoon. “All men are good for is to beat and fuck. You cannot do or will do neither to him. So, naturally he must go. Sevika agrees with me, no?”

You sneak a glance at Sevika; who is standing quietly by the wall; you wondered how she kept a straight face in this argument. Sevika merely tips her head; the corners of her mouth curled. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

“See?” You don’t argue, knowing the Queen; it was like talking to a wall sometimes, tall, and stubborn. Angeliki carries on, taking a large gulp of her coffee, humming once. “Men are useless. They have horrid temperament, a fragile ego. They are pathetic, ingrates. Why do you think whoever works closely to me are women?”

You let a sigh, folding your hands in your lap. You can feel Sevika’s presence behind you; it was heavy and dark. It almost feels as though she’s closing in on your back. Like last night; when she fucked you in front of the mirror. “Surely, there must be another way.”

“Kidnapping? Your husband is small and dainty, so I can easily drag him or carry him over my shoulder.” Angeliki suggests, she turns to Sevika. “Kidnapping, no?”

Sevika tips her head again, this time her mouth curled further in amusement. “I suppose that is a better idea.”

Angeliki nods approvingly, a low grunt escaping her throat as she reaches up to flick back her short hair, only to find it in the same place by her ears; she didn’t try to fix it again. “I knew I did right by hiring you. A fine choice.”

You shake your head, leaning back on your chair. “You both are impossible. My husband is a Duke, he is in politics-”

“That is why he married into your family?” Angeliki asks, her confused gaze on the small crumpets, turning it over and over in her hands as if to make sure the crumpets were actually that small. Shaking her head as she reaches over to pile more on her plate. “He is not important enough, if he married you for a better title.”

You stay quiet, focusing on finishing the piece of bread that suddenly felt too thick and dry to travel down your throat, you held it between your fingers, squeezing the bread until it melded back into a dough. “I suppose…”

Angeliki hummed, nodding once at your agreement, she swallowed the last of her food, washing it down with a glass of water. “Stay close to me or Sevika for the ball tonight. Your husband has been skittish lately, I do not want you to get hurt.”

You didn’t normally listen when either the Queen or Sevika told you to do something, you liked to see the way their muscles would hunch at the realisation, or the way their eyebrows would draw in slightly. It was fun, and it always ended up with you satisfied one way or the other by the end of the night.

Yet, you were glad you listened today, the tension between your small circle was palpable. You felt it, it made your muscles tense, and your teeth grind. You didn’t give yourself the luxury at ogling at either women’s outfits. You only caught a glimpse of Angeliki’s golden and black suit and the intricate flower patterns on the bronze metal of Sevika’s uniform.

Angeliki drew her shoulders in when your husband approached your table, bowing deeply and dutifully to Angeliki; at that sight: Sevika straightened up, her hand tight around the hilt of her sword. You smiled lightly at him, forcing away the habit of squirming away from him when he leaned in for a performative, polite kiss on the cheek. He wouldn’t dare do anything more in Angeliki’s presence, or Sevika’s for that matter.

Your husband didn’t take a seat until Angeliki gestured toward the chair with a simple gaze toward it. Though the music was playing softly from the corner of the ballroom, it was quiet, you could hear the lazy, calm breathing of the Queen, and the pitiable, panicking breathing of your husband. Sevika shuffled behind you, a slight clearing of her throat as the bronze metal of her uniform clinked against each other. Quiet. Dead silence.

Your husband laughed, the sound rushed and garbled as he swallowed thickly, he waved down a waiter, his smile widening as the waiter closed in on their table, dutifully placing glasses of chilled water in front of each of them. You flickered your eyes to it, it was lemon water, judging by some curled rind sunk at the bottom and a lemon wedge hugging the lip of the glass. “U- ch-chilled lemon water, Your Majesty.”

You were right, but you raised a subtle eyebrow at your husband. He was acting skittish, his eyes kept darting to the glass and back up at Angeliki, he was barely sitting in his seat, his chest pressed so close to the table, you could see the tablecloth sag under his weight.

Angeliki’s gaze was as piercing as ever; the icy circles of her eyes trailing lazily across your husband’s form. She reaches for the glass, her fingers wrapping around it and lifting it slowly to her mouth. Angeliki hums, her stony orbs rising to meet the man across her, blinking once, twice before placing the glass back on the table.

Angeliki arose from her seat, her suit crinkling before she uses her large hands to smooth down the silk velvet fabric. “Follow me.” Angeliki didn’t wait for an answer, or a refusal as she steps down from the table, her large form stalking to the exit of the ballroom. Your husband’s eyes widened slightly, but he scrambled to his full height, smoothing down his own suit before rushing down the steps to follow Angeliki. Sevika followed closely behind, her bulky form closing in on your husband from behind. You stood up as well, your glossed lips slightly apart as you rushed after them. What was going on?

You caught up to them after a few moments, it would have been quicker if not for the sheer weight of your dress. You stood by the doorframe, feeling your body jolt at the chilly night air. You saw Angeliki shrug off her suit jacket; your breath hitching at the way her muscles rolled as she handed the jacket to Sevika. Sevika wasted no moment to douse you in it, ensuring it covered your cold chest and arms, before standing stoically by your side. It was quiet here as well, the only rustle of Angeliki’s sleeves rolling up her forearms and the nervous splutter from your husband.

“Men are always stupid,” Angeliki states simply, her large forearms tensing as she sought herself comfortable, her steps were quiet, heavy as they trailed to your husband. “Poison? In my drink? It seems as though you were arrogant as well, considering you thought I would accept a drink from you.” You tensed, a soft gasp falling from your mouth, when Angeliki snapped her hand forward; her thick, burly fingers seizing around the man’s jaw, squeezing tightly until his lips puckered and his cheeks filled out.

Your husband clawed at Angeliki’s hand, trying his hardest to pull her fingers away, but it only made her hold on, shaking his head as if to scold him. You jumped when he cried out, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as he shook and writhed in Angeliki’s grip, before your eyes snapped to Angeliki when a sickening crack echoed through, and a shrill, panicked cry from your husband.

Angeliki merely blinked, her eyes averting to each of his eyes before they fell to his throat, it was starting to get pink, veins protruding from his skin as he struggled. Your husband managed to carve a few scratches into Angeliki’s skin, and soon enough had grasped enough of her forearm to pull her away. You heart thundered and sunk in your chest when your husband lurched his head forward with a determined cry, suddenly finding courage and smiling lopsidedly in triumphant when Angeliki’s head snapped back, a trickle of blood running from her nose and down her lip.

Angeliki sniffed, her lips curling in a snarl before her head knocked forward in retaliation, once, twice; before spitting the red, almost gelatinous blood onto his face, sending a swift, heavy punch to his throat. Your husband cried out, falling back against the grass as he choked on his blood. Angeliki loomed over him, the muscles under her shirt tensing, letting the weight of her shoe and body press into his groin, pressing harder when your husband flinched. “Do not come near me again, lest I pull the skin from your pathetic body and force you to feed on it. Sevika.” Angeliki commanded, standing to her full height and walking toward you.

You swallowed thickly, your eyes wide as they zeroed in on Angeliki, her height allowing her to tower over you. You let your eyes run over Angeliki, over her chest that rose and fell, over the way fabric squeezed along her broad shoulders, the deep, angry scratches on her rough forearm and hand, before your eyes snapped to Sevika. “She will not kill him. Merely warn him. He will do well to leave you alone as well.”

You wished you could see Sevika’s body under her uniform, you wanted to see the way her back rippled as she delivered punches toward your husband, the way her abs would tense. You felt foolish, gaping at the two women; you shouldn’t but you did. There was a tight coil in your lower belly, one that threatened to snap once Sevika rose to her full height, her armour clinking as she panted, before your eyes travelled back to Angeliki; who was already staring at you, before she nodded toward the ballroom, urging you forward.

Of course, you obeyed, especially if you were going to feel the prepotent presence of the women behind you.

[ffiahh]

PROJECT PLUTO

Please Don't Leave Me.

A journey on Vi learning how to accept and give affection again.

Pairings: Modern!Touch-Starved!Sub!Bottom! Vi x Masc!POC!Dom!Top!RugbyPlayer!OC! Aspen

Content Warning: Brief self-deprecating thoughts, cursing, brief mention of sexual harassment/assault, description of brief panic attack/meltdown, self-doubt, brief mention of death/dying (no one died). SMUT WARNING: choking/gagging (fingers), fingering, face-sitting, tribbing, description of spit, power play, praise, orgasm denial, back scratching, slight description of overstimulation, dirty talk, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.9K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Now, now, don't look at the word count and get discouraged, that also applies to the x reader being x OC. Being top/bottom and Sub/Dom, are not the same, top/bottom determines whether you 'receive it' or not, and Dom/Sub determines control; you can be a Dom and also be a bottom; thought I would clarify. OC has vitiligo, not the focal point of the plot, but Vi likes looking at them. I know shit all about rugby, I just really like looking at hot, muscly, sweaty ladies wrestle each other for a ball. Vi is really fucking cute in here, I liked writing her in this.

VIOLET loved affection; she loved it in any form she could get. She sought out anyone’s love language and adapted; gave them affection the way they wanted it. She always made sure she had a comforting hand on those she cared about, made sure they felt safe. Powder was one of them; the way she looked up at Vi with her large eyes, leaning into her hand, with the softest, gentlest smile. For someone who had a heavy hand; well-versed in the art of violence; Vi was incredibly gentle, loving. Violet craved just as much affection, loved the way Powder always reached up on her tiptoes to encase her in a hug so warm; it would almost burn her insides. She loved the way little Ekko would almost always jump on his feet to hug Vi. Vi was a gentle soul with a good heart.   

It was a lot more difficult now.  

Prison was a shitty place. It was dark, and cold and hard. Literally. Vi took more beatings than she had food. It was shitty enough for Vi to finally understand to keep her hands to only fighting; nobody in prison wanted to fucking cuddle. Cuddling was absent in prison; kissing wasn’t a thing and sex was something forced. Vi of course knew going to prison wasn’t sunshine and rainbows; it was horrible, and traumatic and would always follow her. It burns into the back of her brain, fizzing in front of her eyes whenever she lets her mind talk. So, the touch of a gentle hand felt foreign to her now, a mere distant memory; Vi craved it though, she had to scold herself to keep her hands in her pockets whenever she talked to Ekko, whenever she could even get the chance to speak to… Jinx; they were old now, a hollow shell of what’s left of their childhood; they didn’t snuggle into her hugs anymore, didn’t rely on the strength of her hands to let their heads rest in her palms. Whose fault is that? You stupid bitch.  

Violet hates affection now. She doesn’t know who to give it to, she doesn’t know who to ask it from. Violet was unsure if she would enjoy it now, if it would feel different because she maybe grew out of the affectionate person she was; all because she was trying to survive. Violet has other things to worry about; like getting Powder back, or worrying if someone was going to attack her. Vi had to look over her shoulder, she never stopped but somehow it felt more daunting doing it all alone. Violet was an adult; it was time she started acting like one.

Aspen changed that though, she bulldozed her way through with that stupid, cocky smirk, with her insane, towering height and impressive build. Vi reluctantly let her through; Aspen was persistent and annoying, she tells herself that; but secretly enjoys the way Aspen so effortlessly flirts with her, or the way she could see Aspen’s dark eyes, and smouldering gaze wash over her figure. It was refreshing, and Aspen was funny. 

Meeting Aspen for the first time felt like a ton of bricks fell down her head and through her body. Aspen was annoying, never stopped flirting with her and was never embarrassed about admiring Vi.

Vi remembered the day she walked into the Last Drop; she had just gotten out of prison; and somehow, Vi felt no ounce of feeling. Hollow maybe was the right word, there but not there. Zaun was here, Ekko was, Jinx as well, but Powder was gone, Vi could barely remember what Mylo and Claggor looked like; and she saw Vander in that large statue every time she walked through Zaun. It was surreal being back in Zaun after so many years, everything was the way it had been when she left, but she felt unfamiliar; like as if she would get pelted by rocks until she was forced to leave. It was her home, but it was cold.

Vi was thankful for her hood, she could easily slip into the bar without gaining any sort of attention. Vi didn’t bother looking around the Last Drop, it wasn’t her home anymore; she had no right to melt away into the familiar scent of alcohol anymore. It wasn’t her home anymore.

Vi was a taking a sip from her glass when she first felt the gaze from Aspen; she could literally feel her presence; it was large, as large as her; with her large shoulders and thick thighs that strained against the fabric of her trousers. It felt as though the bar would part per her demand, kneel in front of her just to get her approval. There was an air of authority around her, one that wafted through her and lingered behind her, much like a cologne; a deep burnt scent.

The rest of Vi’s night carried on like that, with Vi- at first- feeling wary with Aspen’s glances before it turned into something softer, and inviting. They didn’t talk that night, or the night after that, or the night after that.

“Hey.” Until one night. Vi looked up from her glass, her eyes running over the expanse of Aspen’s legs, over her exposed torso- God, those V-lines, to her face. Aspen’s face held a small smirk, one hand lazily in her pocket. “Is this seat taken?”

Vi seemingly flushed by Aspen’s sheer, demanding presence and insane beauty just nodded as she scooted over the booth, allowing space for Aspen to sit.

“I haven’t seen you around from here. Just moved?”

This is my home. “Yup. Came from a land far away from here.”

Vi quickly realises that she has a big mouth, with no fear to speak her mind. And that her name is Aspen.  

“You’re pretty, does someone have you?”

Vi stops midway from taking her drink, her cheeks heating up as she sneaks a glance at Aspen. “No. Why? You want me?”

Aspen doesn’t answer Vi’s question, just lets her eyes flicker down Vi’s form as a smirk tugs on the corner of her mouth. “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright.” Aspen repeats, she’s about to take a sip from her drink before she catches Vi’s incredulous look. “What? I can’t ask a pretty thing like you if you’re taken? Are you uncomfortable?”

Vi blinks up at Aspen, she was expecting a taunting tone from Aspen’s second question, but just gets a lilt of genuine concern in Aspen’s voice, and a slight furrow of her eyebrows on her otherwise playful face. Vi snaps out of her daze, with a small shake of her head. “You just didn’t answer my question.”

Aspen just smirks again, that same lazy one that’s lopsided and sexy. “Okay.”

“Hey, Bubblegum.” 

Vi rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her drink as she sneaked a glance at Aspen from the corner of her eyes. The purple neon lights of the bar washed over Aspen’s skin; the way it brightened the lighter patches and the way it seemed to melt into the rest of her darker skin. Always so beautiful. “Stop calling me that.” 

Aspen lets out a playful scoff, taking a seat on the booth next to her. “Only if you stop dying your hair red. Besides, it suits you.” 

Vi scoffs quietly, rolling her eyes. “How? And don’t say my hair.” 

Aspen smirks from behind her glass, the corner of her lip pulling up, before her eyes trail down Vi’s form. “Definitely not cause of your bubble butt.” 

Vi can feel her cheeks heat up, she takes another gulp from her glass. “I don’t-” Vi trails off, her eyes washing over Aspen’s face; the arch of her nose; the way her nose ring shimmered under the light, the odd splotches of white on her otherwise dark skin, or the way her dark hair looks so thick even with an undercut. Vi greedily lets her gaze wander over Aspen’s form; her broad shoulders, or the relaxed abs, or the happy trail peeking from her trou-

“You checking me out, baby?” 

Vi blushes, turning her head. She hopes the dark lighting and the colour of her drink hides her red cheeks. “No.” Shit, Vi. You answered too fast and you couldn't keep your eyes to yourself. 

“No?” Vi could hear the tease in Aspen’s voice, she could feel Aspen’s eyes on her. “I don’t mind. I want your pretty eyes on me.” 

Well, fuck. 

Vi could only take another sip from her drink, swirling the alcohol in her glass, before she puffs her cheeks out in embarrassment. “Well- it was just- you-” Vi ends up sighing, drinking the last of her drink before placing it on the table. 

Aspen only hummed; her eyes flitting down Vi’s form again with a smirk, before she lets her head hang backwards, leaning back in her seat, her legs separating to find a more comfortable position as she closed her eyes. Vi’s eyes widened, her cheeks burning up again. Is she doing this on purpose? What is she- why does she look so good? “Wh-what are you doing?” 

Aspen turned her head to look at Vi, her dark gaze once again washing over her form. “Relaxing. Why?” 

Vi shrugs, leaning back in her seat as she takes the courage to look at Aspen. “You’re just usually so loud and annoying.”

Aspen lets out a short laugh, revealing a set of white, almost crooked teeth. “Very funny. Just tired, sweetheart.” Aspen lets out another long sigh, settling back into the booth chair. “Rugby’s been kicking my ass.” 

“Wh-” Hot. “You play rugby? That definitely explains the physique.” 

Aspen smirks, her eyes opening slightly. “Knew it. You were definitely checking me out.” 

Vi blushes again, averting her eyes. “Shut up.”

“You want to come to my rugby match? You can see more of my hot, sweaty muscles.” 

And die at the scene of Aspen’s hot, muscled body straining as she tackles other players? No, thank you. “Yes.” Fuck.

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the short life of Vi: ex-convict, anarchist and raging fucking lesbian.

Vi should have disagreed, she should have put her foot down and told Aspen she would be busy clipping her nails. Vi was stuck in a crowd full of loud, angry rugby fans, the wind was cold; nipping her ears and nose, and some stupid kid was kicking the back of her chair. The worst part? Vi could see the way Aspen looked; dressed in her uniform; the short sleeves hugging the curves of her biceps. She saw everything. The way Aspen’s hair flew around her face in her ponytail; the way her thick, dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration and the oh so wonderful sight of Aspen’s muscles contracting whenever she effortlessly tackled another player. The worse worst part? Vi was sitting in front of row.

Vi didn’t know anything about rugby, she just knew how much it affected her to see Aspen play the sport. The Gods hated her apparently, because it seems as though Aspen was popular among the crowd; her face showing up on the large screen from time to time. Vi didn’t think she was good with eye contact, it was a vulnerable feeling; it was awkward, but with Aspen it was easy; like breathing. Vi soon looked away though, glad that the cold air can be an excuse for her red cheeks, and even in the cool air; her whole body burned with Aspen’s gaze washing over her, her stupid smirk falling into a concentrated stare before Vi could even stare at it. The crowd didn’t mind watching her move across the field, getting a little louder every time she showed up; and for whatever reason that irked Vi.

Aspen’s team won, and somehow Vi found herself with Aspen and her friends in a restaurant. Aspen had asked her so sweetly, and Vi was tired, worn out, but she didn’t have the heart to refuse Aspen. Aspen’s friends were loud, much louder than Aspen; and it rung in her ears a little, but Vi could at least zone out as she snuck glances at Aspen’s tattoo that ran in between her breasts; it was a simple one: the life cycle of the moon, but it enhanced Aspen’s beauty, melted well with the rest of her mismatched skin that Vi’s own tattoos couldn’t compare.  

The next thing Vi gave her attention to was well-deserved too; it was the soft tuft of dark hair that hung from Aspen’s belly button, through the faint lines of Aspen’s muscled abdomen and disappeared into the band of her trousers. Vi could only thank Aspen’s choice to wear a shirt that was split open in the middle, tucked into her trousers; showing the curve of her breasts.

Vi sneaked a glance at Aspen, who was weirdly quiet. Her eyebrows were drawn in; not in the way she looked when playing rugby, but in the way that it also pulled her top lip into a subtle snarl. Aspen’s jaw was locking, as she grinded her teeth together so hard, Vi could almost hear it.

Aspen was jealous, because Vi realised that one of Aspen’s friend had taken a liking to Vi. She would have felt flattered or embarrassed that somebody liked her enough to give her glances, but it was amusing to see Aspen so possessive over someone she hasn't even got.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Vi announced, stepping up from her seat, a few of them acknowledged Vi, so she left without another word. Vi didn't bother to acknowledge the gaze that Aspen had on her until the bathroom door closed behind her. She could almost feel it burn a hole in her back.

Vi was washing her hands when the bathroom door opened, she only looked up briefly before she looked down to dry off her hands. “Need to tinkle, Aspen?”

“No.” Aspen felt much closer, Vi had barely any room to turn. She said nothing as she rested against the sink, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked up at Aspen.

“What?” Vi didn't feel nervous, though she could hear feel her heart pounding in her chest at the close proximity of Aspen. Vi breathed in through her nose once and concluded she smelt like burnt wood.

Aspen’s eyes trailed over Vi’s face, creating a map of her most favourite points on Vi’s face; her bent bridge, her large puppy dog eyes; the scar running through her top lip and eyebrow. Aspen wanted to kiss it all. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

Vi didn't need to strain her ears to catch what Aspen was saying, it flew from Aspen’s mouth easily, like as if she had been saying it out loud over and over again. She just fluttered her eyes, letting out a brief sigh and small nod.

Vi didn't stop her when Aspen caught her lips with her own, she definitely didn't stop her when her fingers dug into Vi’s waist. Vi could feel Aspen’s chest press into hers, she could feel the edge of the sink digging into her back, but Vi could only reach up to claw her fingers at Aspen’s neck, hoping to bring her closer. Their kiss was crazy, and rushed. It was loud and wet, and put Vi into a daze where nothing but small whimpers came from her mouth.

Everything around them was a blur as they moulded their mouths together and when Aspen let go with a small ‘pop’, her chest raising and falling rapidly as she sucked in sharp breaths, Vi had to stop herself from leaning on her feet to reach Aspen’s mouth again. Vi could feel her own chest moving to let more air in, and could feel the pad of Aspen’s thumb run across Vi’s lips.

“Are you comfortable enough for me to take you home?”

Vi felt like a bobble head, nodding as she tried to keep her hands around the edge of the sink. She's touched Aspen enough.

Aspen didn’t feel like it was enough; she caught Vi’s lips with her own again; pressing her body unbelievably closer to Vi’s. She could feel Aspen’s hands claw at Vi’s shirt, almost as if she wanted to undress her here; in the dingy bathroom at the equally dingy restaurant.

It wasn’t long until Aspen was guiding Vi out of the bathroom, her hand placed on the small of her back; dangerously close to the curve of Vi’s ass. Aspen didn’t bother bidding bye to her friends, only gives Vi an eager kiss, and when she reaches up to try and smack Aspen’s shoulder in hopes of living through her embarrassment; which didn’t work because Aspen’s friends only cheered on; where the rest of the patrons in the restaurant could only look on in distaste.

Things got calmer when they reached Aspen’s house, and by the time Aspen had taken her to her bedroom; Vi suddenly found the patterns on Aspen’s blanket interesting, she was feeling doubtful and nervous, Aspen could see that; as much as she liked looking at Vi when she couldn’t hold eye contact; she could see it. Aspen crouches by the bed, her hands resting on Vi’s knees.

“What’s wrong?”

Vi just shrugs, still refusing to look at Aspen; she’s glad that her hair’s covering her face. She felt stupid, so stupid that she eagerly agreed to come back here, only to not follow through with it. It felt like a promise broken, and yet Vi was determined to fulfill.

“You nervous?”

Vi purses her lips, puffing her cheeks out slightly before she shakes her head. Vi blows out a short breath from her mouth. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Could be anything. We don’t have to do anything-”

“I want to! It just-” Vi sighs, she can feel her heart thundering in her chest; her mouth felt dry and her eyes felt too watery. Vi closed her eyes tight, pursing her lips as she looks away. “I haven’t had a-a normal human interaction since- when- since before I got arrested. I-It- it was- it was my fault. I led everybody to that stupid apartment, we-we just wanted to find some things to steal, and- and it went wrong-”

“Okay, hey.” Aspen reaches out her hands to hold Vi’s face, squeezing her cheeks; letting her thumbs run over the bridge of her nose and her cheek. “Take deep breaths for me, okay?”

Vi swallowed deeply; her lips trembling as she let her eyes trail over Aspen’s face. Her heart was still beating against her ribcage; she could almost see the curves and jumps it made across her chest; it thundered throughout her whole body.

“Okay.”

“When was this?”

Vi was quiet as she racked her mind for an answer, she didn’t get distracted by the open view of Aspen’s torso under her open shirt. She was starting to remember everything now; and wanted to bury it all again. Vi could only let her head rest heavily against Aspen, when she chose to sit on the bed next to Vi. “Seven years... I think?” 

“Seven- that was- you were kid then. For something as petty as theft? That was not your fault, and you shouldn’t have gone through that, okay?”

“Okay.” Vi didn’t believe her.

They ended up not having sex, they just curled around each other as they slept through the night. Vi didn’t mind; Aspen was warm; even if she did sleep shirtless; her skin warmed up quickly. Aspen certainly didn’t mind; she like the feeling of holding Vi to her chest as she slept.

Vi woke up; feeling warm; enveloping her back and chest, and realised it was the closeness of Aspen pressed against her back, and the weight of her heavy forearm wrapped around Vi’s shoulders and a firm hold on her waist; Vi was literally caged in, so she didn’t bother moving. Vi stayed quiet as she ran the tip of her nose across Aspen’s arm, feeling the sparse hair tickling her face. She stayed like that; her face buried in Aspen’s forearm, under the golden glow of the sun swimming through the room. It felt like the morning after sex, except Vi’s body didn’t feel sore and Aspen hadn’t touched her at all.

Soon the hand wrapped around her hip twitched, followed by a momentary squeeze around her body before Aspen let go; stretching her limbs with a quiet groan. Aspen soon settled back in, her arms finding home again around Vi’s body. “Have you been awake long?”

Vi nearly shuddered at Aspen’s voice, it was gravelly and deep; the kind that scratched at the back of the throat. “Not long.”

Aspen hummed, before she rolled over to get out of bed, leaving Vi to recoil at the absence of her touch. “You wanna take a shower?”

Vi looked up at Aspen; who was shuffling through her wardrobe. Vi’s mind momentarily stopped at the sight of Aspen’s back and shoulder muscles, contracting as she moved. Thank you, rugby. “You telling me I stink?”

Aspen laughed, standing up with a towel and a change of clothes for Vi. “No, of course not, baby. I like your natural musk.” Aspen teased.

Having a shower made Vi feel better, her body felt cooler; her muscles were more relaxed. Aspen’s shirt on her just about fit, hanging over her broad shoulders and stopping just below her hips. Her trousers fit her better, Aspen insisted it was because of her ‘bubble butt’.

Aspen soon walked out a towel wrapped around her waist, her chest out on display as she used a smaller towel to dry her hair. Vi didn’t feel embarrassed at her exposed torso; privacy was a gift in prison. Her eyes kept wandering back to Aspen’s pierced nipples; the pretty golden hearts; melted well against Aspen’s mismatched skin. Vi wasn’t ashamed to keep staring when Aspen’s towel falls to the floor; her eyes trailing over the curve of Aspen’s well sculpted ass, the corded muscles in her back and the way her thighs flexed when she put her tracksuit bottoms on.

Vi sighs, leaning back on her hands on the bed as she stared at Aspen. “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

Aspen stops tying the drawstring on her tracksuit bottoms as she looks up at Vi; her dark eyebrows were furrowed before her face softens as she lets her hands fall to her sides. “Only if you’re ready. Are you ready?”

“Thought I was last night.”

“You nearly had a breakdown, Vi. You weren’t in the right headspace; I would never take advantage of you like that.”

Vi was quiet, as she bites the inside of her mouth. She looks away when Aspen lazily saunters over to Vi; puffing her cheeks out.

Aspen lets out a quiet laugh; her fingers squeezing Vi’s chin, before they slide up to Vi’s jaw. “Why are you pouting?”

Vi huffs, subconsciously leaning into Aspen’s hand, failing to keep her eye roll contained. “Am not.”

“Now, you’re being a brat.” Aspen warns, her thumb digging into the side of Vi’s jaw, before they slide over Vi’s mouth, tracing the divot of her scar. “Want me to fuck you, Bubblegum?”

Vi swallowed thickly, her lips parting to form a sentence before it gets stuck in her throat. Her mind had left her body as she can only stare up at Aspen, it was hazy and Aspen wasn’t even doing anything. She stood over Vi with that imposing height, and that lazy grin.

“Hmm?” Aspen’s hand doesn’t let go of Vi’s jaw, her other hand slipping into the pocket of her tracksuit bottoms, as she stared down at Vi. When Vi doesn’t answer, Aspen merely chuckles; her forefinger and thumb gently pinching Vi’s bottom lip, pulling on it slightly. “Quite the sight. Lovely angle.”

Vi averts her eyes, feeling the heat seep into her cheeks; that was mistake as the only thing she could see was the faint ridges of Aspen’s abs, dusted with a trail of hair hanging from her bellybutton. Vi let her eyes dart over the various milky puddles on Aspen’s brown skin, before her breath hitched at Aspen’s command.

“Open your mouth, sweet thing. Tongue out.”

Vi listens, letting her lips part as her tongue rolls out. She can feel her heart thunder in her chest, as she anxiously waits for whatever comes next. Vi realised she quite liked this scenario; liked the way Aspen had a hold on her figuratively and literally. Perhaps, it was the rush of adrenaline or the excitement of doing something other than surviving. She felt grounded and she felt safe.  

She swallowed thickly when the weighted feeling of Aspen’s fingers sat on her tongue; Vi listened before Aspen had opened her mouth, closing her lips around her fingers; swirling her tongue over Aspen’s rough pads of her fingers.

“Good girl.” Aspen coos, her lip curling up as she hears a small, quiet sound from the back of Vi’s throat; something akin to a hum and whimper. Aspen doesn’t bother moving, just tilts her head as she stares down at Vi; the way her large eyes blinked up at Aspen. “Feel good?”

Vi just blinked blearily up at Aspen, a quiet whine spilling past her mouth; as she sucked harder on Aspen’s fingers. Vi didn’t feel embarrassed; she didn’t really have time to feel it, just very, very eager to please Aspen; and if that meant letting Aspen stuff her fingers down her throat, then so be it. Vi hummed around Aspen’s fingers, squirming slightly on her seat on the edge of the bed: she could feel the tips of Aspen’s fingers slide closer to the back of her mouth; it was so slow that Vi nearly didn’t catch it.

Vi whined again; her mouth widening slightly as tears sprung her eyes; she felt the urge to gag; her fingers quickly finding Aspen’s forearm, tightening around the muscles. Aspen’s fingers were so far down her mouth; it probably should have come out from the back of Vi’s neck.

“Breathe, baby. Through your nose. You can do it, pretty girl.”

Vi felt her skin heat up at the praise, as well as the familiar tingle up her spine. She listened, taking deep breaths through her nose, before the weight of Aspen’s fingers felt lighter. Vi didn’t think she’d enjoy this power play; but she definitely felt her boxers soak through, she might as well be sitting in a puddle of her own cum.    

Aspen still didn’t let go when strings of saliva fell from Vi’s mouth; and down Aspen’s hand. Aspen merely spared it a glance before they slid up to Vi again. In Aspen’s eyes, Vi looked divine; the way her grey eyes seemed larger, softer; almost as if she’d fall into a deep sleep, just by looking at Aspen. Maybe it the sight of Vi submitting so easily, even with the witty and snarky exterior, or perhaps Aspen just liked looking at the curves and sharp ridges of Vi’s muscles throughout her body; especially at this angle.

Aspen cooed, when she felt Vi’s mouth tighten around her fingers with a strangled whine. “I know, I know, it's messy. But you're doing so well for me.” Vi couldn't help but follow Aspen with her eyes, her mouth not letting go of Aspen’s fingers, as Aspen found a seat behind Vi. “You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Vi let out a tiny gasp, as Aspen’s fingers suddenly disappeared from her mouth. “Yeah.” Vi could only pant, placing a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart; she could feel some wet patches of her trousers, and could feel the sticky dried spit down her chin.

Vi leaned back into Aspen’s chest, her hand clutching onto the edge of the mattress while the other tentatively rests on Aspen’s thigh, and when she got no resistance did Vi squeeze her fingers around the muscle.

Vi squirmed, feeling Aspen’s hand run over her thighs, and her warm breath hit the back of her neck and ear. “You gonna let me play with you, baby girl?”

“Fu- yeah. Yes please.”

Aspen laughed, a quiet soft sound that swam through Vi’s ears like butter. “So polite.” Aspen had to stop herself from groaning out loud, as her fingers slipped slowly into Vi’s boxers; easily slipping through her folds, Aspen could already feel the familiar sticky substance on the pads of her fingers. “Taking my fingers in your mouth excited you a bit too much, eh?”

Vi sucked in a sharp breath, biting her bottom lip as she tried to keep her hips from bucking into Aspen’s touch. “Sh-shut up.”

Aspen said nothing, but instead leans in to press a few kisses across the curve of Vi’s neck and over her shoulder. Aspen’s fingers were lazy, just running through her core and purposely missing the round nub that sat atop her pussy.

“Y-you're doing that on purpose. Fuck me better.”

Aspen laughed, her teeth sinking into the muscle on Vi’s shoulder, before licking it gently. “I wanna take my time with you. You wanna leave me that quickly?”

Vi tuts, the sound turning into a little whine when Aspen’s thumb pressed into her nub, sending a glare at Aspen when her thumb slips down her folds.

Aspen laughed again, her spare hand reaching to rest on Vi’s stomach, her fingers running over Vi’s relaxed muscles. “Needy little thing, aren't you?”

Vi huffs out, her cheeks puffing slightly as she bites the inside of her mouth. Her fingers dig into Aspen’s thigh, feeling the muscle ripple under her palm in response before she looks up to Aspen. “J-just touch me. Please.”

Aspen’s face softens, her eyebrows curling in as her mouth curls into a playful pout. “Aw, well... if you keep looking at me with those large puppy eyes...” Aspen obliges, pressing her thumb into the small nub, smiling when Vi hisses in pleasure; leaning further back into Aspen’s body.

Aspen was cruel, Vi decided. No matter how many times Vi glared up at Aspen or dug her nails harder into her leg, Aspen wouldn't let her cum; going as far moving her hand back; marvelling at the sight of Vi slowly being pulled out of her pleasured state, with a small snarl and angry curve of her eyebrows.

“Aspen! This is the 3rd time now!”

Aspen laughed at Vi’s cute glare, reaching to kiss the cute little scrunch on her broken bridge, reeling back just in time to avoid Vi’s teeth biting down on her cheek.

Vi huffs out a breath, roughly grabbing ahold of Aspen’s hand, pushing them down Vi’s boxers again, settling back down once she feels Aspen’s fingers press against her entrance.

Aspen raises an eyebrow, her hand momentarily stopping to stare at Vi with a teasing smile. “Oh?” Aspen eyebrows raises even further when Vi sits up.

Her hands hover over Vi’s hips, as she turns around in Aspen’s lap; kneeling on either side of Aspen’s thighs. Aspen looks up at Vi, the tip of her subtle fang peeking through, as she finally settles her hands on her waist. “Oh? Taking the lead are we?”

Vi lets out a grunt, her thighs shaking slightly when Aspen finally, finally slips her hands down her trousers again. Vi lets out a quiet breathless moan, cursing under her breath when Aspen’s fingers slip inside her easily. “Y-you're so annoying. Ah- sh-shit.” Vi curses under her breath again, her fingers absentmindedly clawing at Aspen’s shoulders, before she presses an eager kiss to Aspen’s mouth.

“Is that why you're fucking yourself on my fingers, baby?”

Vi doesn't say anything, just presses her forehead to Aspen’s shoulder. She can feel her thighs jerk every time Aspen’s presses into her, whining when Aspen's fingers move at a faster pace. “You better let me cum this time.” Vi can feel herself getting closer, can feel it in the way her body shook, and the way she kept pushing her hips into Aspen’s hand.

“Hm, I don't-” Aspen cut off that thought when Vi looks up, her eyebrows drawing as she glares at Aspen. “Alright! You can cum, baby. You've done so well.” Aspen coos, leaning forward to press a trail of kisses across Vi’s shoulders, pushing her shirt out of the way to carry on down her chest.

Vi orgasm- finally- hit her hard, it was easier to hold onto Aspen as she fucked her through the orgasm, and she didn't let up until Vi had to push her hand away to avoid the onslaught of overstimulation. “T-too much, Aspen.”

Vi let out a breath, letting her body fall forward into Aspen, burying her face in Aspen’s neck. “I did it.” Her voice was quiet, but Aspen heard it clearly, and made it her smile.

“Yeah, you did. So proud of you. You did so well for me.” Aspen ran her hands over Vi’s hips and thighs, as she waited for her to come down from her high, before wrapping her arms fully around Vi’s waist.

Vi let out a yelp, feeling her body fall back onto the mattress, and blinking up at the sight of Aspen leaning over her. Vi was speechless; Aspen at this angle, looked good. She liked the way her muscles tightened under her skin, and the way her dark hair created a short curtain around her face.

Vi spluttered, leaning up on her elbows when she felt Aspen tug on her trousers, pulling them down along with her boxers. “More? Are you even human?”

Aspen laughed, her thumbs slipping past the band, and sliding it down her muscled legs. “I'm a hungry man, I’ve got a taste, I want more.”

“Wh- you're not tired?”

“I'm a rugby player. I’m never tired.”

Vi ended up finding herself digging her nails into the muscled expanse of Aspen’s back, scratching them deep enough to break skin and definitely leave marks. Vi tried to keep her moans in, but they kept spilling out breathlessly; she could feel the warmth of Aspen’s pussy grinding against her own, and the embarrassing sound of squelching every time Aspen pressed against her harder. Vi dug her fingers in deeper, pulling at the skin at Aspen’s back when she felt Aspen hurl her hips higher; feeling the pressure of pleasure buzz through her.

Aspen bit her lip, closing an eye as she smirked tiredly down at Vi. “Damn, baby. You're the scratching type, huh?” Smiling wider when Vi’s eyes roll into the back of her eyes, another whine slipping past her mouth.

Vi curses under her breath, she could feel the bed creak under their weight, and the tight hold she had on Vi’s waist. She could only grunt, and lightly slap Aspen’s back. “Sh-shut up.”

Aspen speeds up a little; letting out her own moan when their clits brushed against each other, liking the way Vi’s body moved under hers, one hand reaching up to move a strand of hair from Vi’s eyes. “A slapper as well? You're gonna bite me next, sweetheart?”

Vi pants, falling back on the pillow, and hissing in pleasure. “Y-you're insufferable.” Vi felt her body shake, squeezing her eyes shut. “G-God, please like that…”

“Good girl. Stay like that for me.” Aspen laughs, and suddenly Vi can feel the heavy weight of Aspen’s hands on either side of her head. “I'm annoying, but you're begging so sweetly with that pretty mouth of yours. Who are you fooling, darling?”

“Shit.” Vi couldn't say anything else, she could only grab onto Aspen’s wrists for support. She felt incredibly sensitive, it didn't help that Aspen slowed every time she saw Vi was close to orgasming again. “Aspen, please.”

Aspen stopped, her chest heaving as she let Vi's hips gently down onto the mattress. Aspen couldn't help but run her hands over Vi’s thighs, marvelling at the sight of her muscles contracting under her touch, before her eyes slid over Vi’s body; taking in the sight of her flushed skin, and her dazed eyes. “I need you to sit on my face.”

Vi raises an eyebrow, falling out of her daze. “You're going to die. Are you crazy?”

Aspen shrugs. “Maybe I am. Send me to heaven.”

Vi could only let out a startled laugh, when she feels Aspen’s hands take hold of her hips; trying to move Vi over her face. Vi holds onto the headboard tightly, looking down at Aspen; who seems very happy at this new position. “You sure you want this?”

Aspen peeked out from under Vi’s legs, looking up at her with an incredulous look. “You know, you can at least break my nose.”

“What?”

“Come on, baby. I’ll wear it with honour. I’ll tell ‘em all that my lady did it to me.”

Vi couldn’t help but blow a raspberry in hopes it would keep her laugh in; it did not work. Her whole body shook as she laughed, and Aspen could only look on with a slight look of impatience as she stared at Vi.

Aspen opened her mouth to speak, but Vi was quick to shut her up by putting her entire weight on Aspen’s face. “Stop talking. Just- f-fuck.” Vi felt the onslaught of Aspen’s tongue quickly; feeling it run through her folds, stopping just above her clit.

Vi’s thighs trembled over Aspen, her fingers digging into the wood of the headboard, while she reaches with her other hand to knead her breast. Aspen liked that view, moaning into Vi’s cunt, as her fingers reached to sink into her own cunt.

Vi gasped out a moan, feeling Aspen’s tongue stretch her entrance slightly as her nose dug into her clit. She couldn’t help but grind herself further into Aspen’s mouth; instantly whining when Aspen wraps her lips around her clit, sucking on it before flattening it out with her tongue.

At some point, Vi could feel her cum leak down her folds, dragging along the inside of her thighs, and she could feel the muscle tense in her thighs for holding herself up for so long. She loses feeling in her thighs, and giving out as she lands on Aspen’s face. Vi leans back up again, with an apologetic whine before gasping as she feels Aspen pull her down again. Vi soon reaches her release, with her hands fisting the pillow underneath Aspen’s head, and Aspen practically suffocating happily under Vi’s weight.  

Sadly, Aspen did not break her nose, Vi found that amusing, and also disgusted that Aspen wanted to kiss her.

“Aspen!” Vi laughed, trying to fend off an eager Aspen; who’s lips were puckered ready for a kiss. “I am not kissing you with that dirty mouth! Clean it.”

Aspen huffs, reaching behind her to pull out tissue paper, wiping her mouth hastily; throwing the soiled paper over her shoulder and pouncing back toward Vi, only to whine out a response when Vi pushes her back. “With water.”

Aspen rolls her eyes but obliges, running into the bathroom. Vi had to keep her amused smile in when she could see the haste mess Aspen was making in her trail to get to Vi quickly, and this time Vi let her settle in; smiling whenever Aspen pressed another kiss to her mouth. “You’re the needy one.”

It was quiet between them after that, Vi was nestled in Aspen’s shoulder, her arms tight around her waist. It was a calm feeling, one that Vi enjoyed a lot; she could feel the tips of Aspen’s otherwise rough fingers trace the lines of her back tattoo. It was a comfortable silence.

Aspen hummed, tightening her arms around Vi as she rests her chin on top of Vi’s head. She could feel the chill on her open, naked body but made no move to fix it. Vi didn’t bother to cover herself up either, just melted into Aspen’s arms.

“Are you sad that I didn’t break your nose?”

“Yes.”

Vi laughs, sneaking a glance at Aspen before shaking her head. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy is what got you under me, ain’t it?” Aspen grins; her hand sneaking down toward the curve of Vi’s ass. “No matter, though. We’ll try again next time.”

Vi should have been focused on the persistent thought that Aspen wanted to sport a bruise after having Vi sit on her, but she was too focused on the next time. “You’d want this again with me?”

“Of course, I would. Not just sex either; I want to take you out and show you off, and date you and introduce you to my friends and my family-” Vi’s heart thundered in her chest at that comment.

“I was good?” Vi mumbles, her eyes averting and her cheeks reddening; she was so quiet that Aspen had to strain her ears, until she heard what she said.

Aspen looked down at Vi and her beautiful, beautiful puppy eyes. Aspen smiled, a certain softness to it rather than her sharp playfulness. “You’re the best girl. You listened so well. You were so good for me.”

Vi could feel a new softer feel blossom in her chest, it warmed her insides and created fumes of happiness that leaked from her pores. Vi just hid her face in the pillow, her fingers running across Aspen’s forearm. “You took control a lot…”

Aspen nods, pulling Vi in closer to her chest; kissing the back of her neck. “I can give up control next time.”

Vi pulls out from her hiding place, looking up at Aspen. “You’d do that?”

Aspen scoffs playfully, her eyes running over Vi’s entire muscled body. “Yeah. Look at you. Muscle mummy. My legs are open.” Aspen lights up, leaning up slightly on her elbows as she gapes down at Vi. “Are we doing this now? Take me. Take me now.”

Vi laughs, tightening her fingers around Aspen’s shirt, pulling her back down on the bed. “Lie back and cuddle me.”

Maybe coming back to Zaun was worth it.

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PROJECT PLUTO

You Belong to Me.

When Vi realises she might actually be jealous.

Pairings: Bartender!Chem-Baroness!Dom!Vi x Fem!Feminine!Reader

Content Warning: Mild cursing, descriptions of eating, subtle mention(s) of sexual harassment, subtle description of possessive behaviour. SMUT WARNING: Strap on sex, cunnilingus, pussy spanking, dirty talk, praise, slight degradation, orgasm denial, rough sex, descriptions of hickeys and handprints, brief description of drool, brief mention of crying (good crying) back scratching.

Gendered Words and Pronouns: No third person pronouns used, but reader is referred as a woman, and has female anatomy.

Word Count: 5.0K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Reader is plus sized, a bit too sweet, and optimistic. Kind of a bimbo really. Reader talks a shit ton as well, just talks and talks and talks; everyone apart from Vi is complaining. Vi is a Chem-Baroness here; though only her authority (not what she does outside of The Last Drop) is only the focal point in this story. I don't want to get into the technicalities of Chem-Barons. Reader is also really cute in here, and Vi is daddy. I will say no more.

VIOLET didn’t think she was a jealous girlfriend, possessive? No. She never thought she cared about anyone else looking at you, she never bothered to worry about what kind of friends you had, Vi didn’t think she burned with jealousy every time you smiled and laughed at somebody who was obviously flirting with you. Sure, she tightened her hold around your waist when some weirdos looked at you a little too long. That could be caution. There could be some very perverted creeps around the streets of Zaun. She scowled whenever loud bystanders complimented you on your thick thighs, large bust, or the way your dresses hugged your curves right. That could be disgust. Why are you talking about someone’s body like that? She would always glare after anyone who tried to get your attention; her fists itching to show to just about anyone who you belong to. 

She was looking out for you, protecting you. Vi trusted you, always; she knew a sweet thing like you wouldn’t even dare to give anyone other than Vi your attention. You were Violet’s. You knew that, Violet definitely knew that, most of Zaun did as well, yet there were still some people that thought they had enough of a presence to catch your attention and steal you away from Vi. Vi wouldn’t allow that, not until it came out from your own mouth that you wanted to leave her. Oh. Vi is a jealous, possessive girlfriend.

It wasn’t your fault that you were so sweet, maybe a little naive. You went out of your way to help people, smile at anyone you walked past. You always made sure to thank Jericho for the lovely food he took time to prepare, always apologised to anyone that bumped into you; whether it was your fault or not. You stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark streets of Zaun; whether it'd be your unnerving optimism, or the way your pretty dresses fluttered after you in the wind; somebody, somewhere craned their necks to catch a glimpse of you. 

It wasn’t Vi’s fault for falling for such a pretty thing like you either. She was just like everybody else, so keen on keeping her gaze on you; she nearly tripped a few times. Really. It was as if the first time she saw you, she had to have more. She was guilty of having lustful thoughts about you; she liked the way your skin shimmered under the streetlights, or the way the fat in your thighs jiggled every time you moved. Violet knew what she was getting into when she asked you out on a date, and she was ready to protect you, to tell the streets to back off, if necessary.  

And she did. She did her job well; she wasn’t called ‘Vander’s Prodigy’ for nothing. All she had to do was hold you tightly against her muscled body, curl her nose up at anyone who let their gaze wander, and before you know it; you were known as ‘Vi’s sweetheart’. There were more titles of course, but that was the most popular one, it almost felt like your own name. You still remember the night you first met her, Vi had seen you around before that of course, but you were too busy smiling at babies and looking at flowers to even realise someone like Vi had her eyes on you. 

You had walked into The Last Drop- Vi’s bar, a rather bright smile on your face as you fluttered to the counter, unbeknownst to the stares you attracted. You didn’t realise the way the whole bar stilled; even stopped breathing to see who just walked through the door, and why were you so damn bright? For some it looked as though they never saw somebody as happy, and soft as you. You were quite literally like a walking sun. You just leaned your soft hands on the wood, smiling up at Vi asking for a drink. 

“Could I have a margarita?” 

Vi could only smirk a little, leaning on her hands; her fingers digging into the edge of the bar as she looked down at you; the tips of her falling down to the tips of her nose. “Sure, baby. You wanna open a tab?” You remembered just staring at her red, ruly hair, thinking that it was so bright she could be considered a sun alongside you as well.  

You hummed, the corner of your mouth curled up thoughtfully. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll have that many!” You laughed, waving your hand dismissively making Vi’s mouth curl up in amusement. 

“Okay, after 3 drinks it’s an automatic tab, kay?” 

You just nodded, just a little distracted at the way the muscles in Vi’s arms moved along her black shirt. That's when you realised that Vi was quite the sight; you thought everyone was beautiful; but there was something about Vi that caught your attention and clung to it. She wasn’t like flowers, somehow her skin looked a lot softer than any petal you came across regardless of her course, scarred skin. She definitely wasn’t like babies; Vi was obviously too mature for that; with her sharp jaw, nice muscled arms and her equally broad, beautiful body. Maybe it was the way she held herself, as if she really didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought of her, or as if she knew the kind of authority that ran through her entire body. Or maybe it was the way she effortlessly just called you ‘baby’, with that sexy smirk on her face; it made your whole body flush and the tattoos that ran along the back of her arms, or the sight of long, raised veins running along her arms and back of her hands, or the way she looked in her black button up shirt and suspenders. Or-

“Your margarita, doll.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, avoiding Vi’s gaze and her smirk. It was almost as if she knew. Vi couldn’t stop her mind from running either, she could finally see you up close; could finally see the intricate, miniscule patterns on your dress, could hear the way you laughed so much, she greedily drunk up the sweet, sweet smell of your perfume, all while wondering just how you managed to stay alive unscathed at all in this dog eat dog world.  

You had only smiled behind your glass, your lips parting to take a sip before you furrowed your eyebrows. “Aren’t you meant to be bartending? Won’t you get in trouble for flirting with customers? You know in some places that’s against the rules? I think it’s also illegal somewhere in Ionia. Of course, different workplaces have different rules and regulations, but you can never be too sure! I don’t know, won’t your boss-” 

“I own the damn place.” Oh. “Hell, I own this part of Zaun.” Oh. “Never heard of me, darling? The name’s Vi.” Vi had just placed her forearms on the counter, her eyes flitting over every inch of your body as she smirked. “What’s your name, pretty? What’s something as sweet as you doing in my Lanes?” 

Well, it was safe to say you kept coming, Vi was addicting; the way she moved around the bar, how she effortlessly caught anyone’s attention with her big grey eyes and her witty words. For you at first it was the excitement of having a new friend, a new friend who was as hot and alluring as Vi- okay, it wasn’t the excitement of a new friend; it was just excitement. Pure unadulterated excitement. You had a crush on her the minute she called you ‘baby’, you melted every time she called you a pet name, she found a new one every time you’d see her; you just hoped it wasn’t too obvious with the way you stared up at her, with that dopey smile and red cheeks. So, you came, and came and came, you came until the whole bar was accustomed to your presence, so much so that no-one ever took your seat at the counter anymore, it was your seat. Vi didn’t complain either. Just had your margarita in front of you before you even sat down. 

You never knew the full extent of Vi’s authority around her district, you always thought she was just showing off, maybe she was just cocky that she took over the bar; trying to impress you; wanted you to think highly of her. Well, that was until you saw it for yourself.  

You were sitting in your usual seat by the bar, swinging your feet as you waited for Vi. That night was meant to be your 2nd date, you had seen an interesting flyer for a pottery class and had asked Vi to be your second date, your reasoning? The pottery class would have brownies. Vi complied of course; she quickly realised she couldn’t say no to you. 

You were too focused on smoothing down your skirt to realise that somebody had sat too close behind you. Things like this happened all the time in bars; people bump into you all the time, and it had always quickly resolved in a quick apology, so you paid no mind, instead focused on whether your dress was appropriate for a second date. Was it too short? Was it too bright? It was blue, the darkest colour you have in your closet. Maybe you should have- 

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?” 

You turn in your seat to look at a man, hunched over the counter. You had just looked him over once before shaking your head. “No, thanks. I’m waiting for someone.” You didn’t wait for his answer, as you turned your back to him again. 

“Oh yeah? Where is he?” 

You turned to face him again, smiling nervously, before your eyes flickered toward Vi; you remember your breath catching in your throat as you thought about how good she looked. Her muscled, tattooed arms were on display under her sleeveless turtleneck, her hair tied in a short low ponytail, with her hands slotted lazily in her pant pockets as she sauntered over to you. 

The lazy smirk disappeared, and confidence saunter quickened when Vi caught sight of the man talking to you; to anyone else and you it was just a man that was talking to you, but for Vi; he was flirting, trying to get into your pan- uh skirt. 

Vi had reached you quickly, flashing a quick look at you before her gaze hardened at the back of the man’s head. “Is there a problem?” Vi had said, her voice was as steady as ever, but to you and most of the patrons around you it sounded steely, firm. 

The man; in all his stupidity, kept his gaze on you, waving his hand lazily behind him, at Vi, “Just trying to woo-” before the corner of his eyes caught sight of Vi. From the man’s view, Vi had an imposing height, her grey eyes squinted in slits. He could only follow her frame, as she slowly walked toward you, reaching down to place her arm on the counter, right by your waist; almost as if she had a hold on you, without even touching you.  

Vi repeated her question, a little more loud, the noise vibrating through her chest and back of her throat. “Is there a problem?” The man stole another glance at you; his eyes flickering to Vi’s arm, before it diverted to Vi again, he soon dropped his gaze. “No, ma’am.” 

Vi’s glare had soon chased the man away, burrowing himself further into the sea of bar customers to try to avoid her gaze, and only once did the man leave her line of sight did Vi look softly down at you, the same confident smirk plastered on her face again. 

“Ready to go?” 

You could only just stare up at her, dumbfounded, as she gently grasped your wrist to pull you out of her bar. Ma’am? You had never heard Vi been called that before, maybe ‘boss’ by Chuck at the Last Drop, or ‘Miss’ by a few customers; but that was rare. After that moment you had kept a lookout for anything else that had shown just how much Vi is respected; people moved out for her when you both walked through the Lanes, they lowered their eyes whenever they spoke to her, kept their tone and voice polite, tipped their heads in respect. This is Vi’s Lanes, her district; she kept her part of the streets in check. 

Well, most parts of her streets anyway; there were always a few bad apples that thought they still had a chance with you. You were at Jericho’s food stall, your arms ladened with a small box of cookies that you had baked a few nights before. You had nearly dropped the box, too focused on waving wildly at Jericho, as you walked up to his stall. 

“Hi, Jericho! I bought cookies!” You could only laugh as Jericho garbled in delight, leaning over his counter, smiling widely down at you. “I made a bit too much, so I thought I’d give you some as a thank you!” 

Jericho blubbered out a response, his large hands eagerly taking the box; picking up a large cookie that looked a bit too small in his hands, before it dropped in his mouth, you watched on eagerly, waiting for him to swallow before he reached for another cookie, gibbering happily. 

You begrudgingly accepted a bowl of fish from him for free, as his own thank you, even though you tried to tell him it defeated the whole purpose of giving him the cookies, but you liked food, so you accepted. You were halfway through your bowl, humming to yourself happily as a tall, burly woman walked up to you, leaning on the counter; she didn’t bother to order anything from Jericho as she smiled down at you. 

“I like your dress.” 

You stopped chewing, looking up at the woman; you swallowed the last of your food in your mouth, licking your teeth and gums of any remnants of food left in your mouth before smiling up at the lady. “Thanks! I actually bought this from Piltover, it was just a smidge expensive, but it was worth it! The fabric is soft, so it doesn’t stretch too much- I think I’ve had this for a few years now, so it lasted a while as well. If you wanted to buy this dress as well, I don’t think you’ll find it anymore- sorry; they rotate their stock very regularly, and that was a few years ago!” You look down at your dress, dragging your palms over the skirt. “I actually added the mesh overlay on myself! I had to buy the mesh from Piltover as well, that was also expensive! It isn’t that hard to sew it on; just a few stitches here and there!” 

Vi knew she could hear your eager, loud voice from where she stood. It didn’t surprise her that she found you sitting at Jericho’s stall; the bowl of fish, half-finished as you were now talking animatedly about how different fabrics aren’t always the best to combine. You didn’t realise Vi had walked up behind you, until you felt the gentle touch of her rough hand on your lower back. 

Vi couldn’t help but sneak a cautious glance at the mysterious, unnerving woman, before she looked down at you, her glare soon replaced with a tender laugh, as she sought out your bright smile and large eyes. “Hey, what are you up to?” 

You only just smiled wider, accepting the large kiss from Vi, smacking your lips subconsciously before you straightened up in your seat, gesturing to Jericho. “We- I was giving some cookies to Jer! I made some and I had to give some to him, you know as a thank you.” 

Vi chuckled, her hand slipping to wrap firmly around your waist, her gaze still fixed on the woman from the corner of her eye. What the fuck does she want? Why is she here? Why was she talking to you? “Oh yeah? Where’s my thank you?” 

You just tut, the back of your hand reaching up to pat Vi’s belly. “Don’t worry, I have your batch at home.” 

Vi just hums, her fingers tightening around your waist. Her gaze was solely on the woman now, her mouth set in a thin line, the woman hadn’t done anything to warrant a full reaction out of Vi, but she had taken the courage to smile up at Vi, holding her gaze. Oh? 

You hadn’t realised the tension between your red-haired girlfriend and the new woman you made friends with, as you remembered that you hadn’t finished your bowl of fish. You didn’t bother talking as you bit into the last piece of fish before Vi started to speak again. 

“Are you busy at all after this, princess?” 

You wiped the corners of your mouth, smiling up at Vi. “I’m going to take a nap! I’m real tired.” 

Vi just hums again, her eyes flitting down the woman’s broad frame, before Vi’s heavy hand finds their way around your waist again, gently guiding you out of the chair, holding your pudgy, soft body tightly against hers. “Well then, let’s go take a nap.” 

Your body melts against Vi, your shoulders slumping as you walk alongside Vi, not forgetting to wave goodbye at Jericho, you were about to wave at the lady who asked about your dress, but Vi tightened her hold on you, making you look up at her. “What were you doing that you have to take a nap, hmm?”  

You sighed exasperatedly, one hand absentmindedly playing with Vi’s belt buckle. “I was baking cookies.” 

“Yeah? When was this?” 

“A few days ago. Whew! Baking cookies is no joke.” 

Vi just held you tighter against herself, laughing at your remark. She seemed a little better now that the lady was out of her sight, and away from you, but she still felt on edge, a little grumpy. You knew, you saw the way Vi’s breathing was more haggard, her body was more stiff, her grip on you was more forceful; you didn’t mention it though, just thought you could distract her mind about how you had nearly tripped over a cat a few days ago. 

Vi found that funny; called you her clumsy bunny, and once you both reached her home; she took you to her bedroom, eagerly pressing you against the door, and pressing a large, rough kiss on your mouth. 

You let out a surprised gasp, hands reaching up to hold onto Vi’s shoulders for support, as you felt your back press into the door, and Vi’s hands tighten around the inside of your knees, nearly bending you in half as she pressed her body flush against yours. 

Vi’s mouth travelled from yours down to your jaw, finding their home in your neck, you just squirmed, letting out a breathless pant. “I-I thought we were going to take a nap.” 

Vi just chuckled, the breath from her laugh tickling your nape. “Do you want to take a nap? Hm?” Vi asked, her hands trailing down your thighs to firmly wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to herself. As if you weren’t any closer.

You just stuttered out a response; one that Vi laughed at, holding you tighter as she carried you with ease to her bed. “Just want to make sure you know who you belong to. You want that?” 

You stayed wide-eyed at her, letting her gently throw you to the bed; you could feel your heartbeat quicken, as Vi leaned down closer to you, pressing her hips in between your thighs. You could feel the mattress dip on either side of your head; where she caged you in with her hands. 

“I asked you a question, pretty thing. I expect an answer.” 

You were so close to her, you could see every feature; the way her grey eyes dilated and greedily took in your squirming form, the way her scarred soft mouth opened slightly at the sight of you. From the corner of your eyes you could see the muscles straining in her arms, it sent a shiver down your spine. You could only blush, and avert your eyes, letting out a quiet ‘yeah’.

“Hm, I thought so.” Vi lets one hand trail down your shoulder, your chest before finally resting on your bare thigh, just under the hem of your skirt. “Pretty dress.” 

You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling shy under Vi’s touch and stare. “I-I sewed the mesh on…” 

Vi hums in response, her hand slowly slipping under your skirt; her fingers dancing lightly across your skin, before her fingers tighten around the fat, her thumb just lightly brushing against your clothed cunt. “I know you did. You did so well, it looks so beautiful on you.” 

You let out a quiet whimper, feeling Vi’s hands under your skirt, blushing wildly at Vi’s coo of praise; Vi only smirked down at you, tilting her head, her smirk widening as you squirmed; feeling her thumb press a little onto your clit. “Were you thinking about me? I haven’t even touched you yet. You want me that bad, huh?” 

“Vi, please..” You whined. You felt so embarrassed that you resulted in a whining, moaning mess already but you needed her any way you could get. 

As always, Vi obliged; it wasn’t long before she had your legs hiked up on her broad shoulders, her rough fingers squeezing and keeping your thighs in place, lazily lapping up your juices, what got you more embarrassed was the sight of your panties- lace and lilac in colour- hanging off her thumb. Vi was loud as she ate you out, hummed into your cunt any time you let out a moan. Vi insisted that she get you ready, as wet as she can make you. Whenever you had the mind or strength to open your eyes; you would see the curve of Vi’s head under your dress, dipping high and low as she let her tongue drag across your wet folds, her nose pressing into your sensitive nub. 

You lowered your head back onto the bed, your legs squirming as Vi hummed again, the vibrations pulsating through you, drawing out a broken moan. Vi’s strong arms soon wrapped around the base of your legs; near your hips, as she pulled you down closer to the edge of the bed, earning a gasp from you as your hands flew to claw at Vi’s strong forearms; you were definitely caged in now; you could barely move your body as Vi dug her face deeper into you, her tongue now only assaulting your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your pleasure before she stops. 

You open your eyes, blinking up at her, whining quietly. Vi tuts, standing up to her full height. She looked good standing over you, the way her black shirt hugged her biceps and breasts, her cocky smirk glistening with your cum. Her hand falls heavily against your cunt, slapping it harshly. You jump at the sharp contact; whimpering in response. 

“Stop whining. You’ll get what you want if you’re patient enough.” You took in a shuddering breath, looking up at the way Vi hastily threw your underwear to the floor; her hand reaching up to loosen the knot in her tie, letting it fall from her neck. God, she looked good doing that.

You watch on eagerly as Vi pops the first few buttons of her shirt, a small expanse of her skin peeking through, you try to let your eyes wander further down her shirt, but your gaze snaps to Vi’s face as she chuckles, leaning forward as she fastens her tie around your thigh; it was a part of her uniform after all, it would be a shame to lose it. “Patience.” 

Your whining actually got somewhere; with Vi nestled in between your thighs, her mouth wrapped firmly around your nipple, as she stretched your pussy to its limit. You let out a strangled moan every time Vi’s strap buried in your further, her hips angling a little to hit just at the right spot. Vi’s hand was tight around your thigh, her fingers digging into the flesh as she kept it at a position she wanted. 

“Pl-please.” You just whimpered, your pussy clenching around her as she sped up slightly, letting your nipple with a small ‘pop’ as she lazily smirks up at you. You could feel the small metal piercing Vi’s nipples dig into your stomach; the metal felt warm and smooth. 

“Please what, baby? What do you need?” Vi leans up, letting her hands rest on the mattress beside your hips, even though she was talking to you; her whole attention was on your cunt; the way it swallowed her strap with such ease; she can feel the wetness of her own cum under the harness; which only spurred her on to carry on. 

Your hand fists your dress; keeping the dress just under your breasts; Vi always liked to fuck you with your pretty dresses; your other hand trailing touching Vi’s hip slightly, letting your fingers wander to the tuft of pink hair behind her harness, following the trail up to her belly button. “You’re so pretty…” 

Vi’s movements falter in surprise for a moment; before she lets out a smile through her pants, slowly sliding the strap out of you and driving it back in harshly, earning a shocked moan from you. “You’re the pretty one; with your pretty sounds, and your pretty body. God, you’re so soft. My pretty girl, so pretty for me. You’re such a gorgeous girl, aren’t you, baby?” 

“Mhm..” You bit your bottom lip; something that drove Vi over the edge; you could see it in the way her nose flared; one hand pushing down in between your breasts, pinning you to the mattress, and her hips speeding up; slamming the strap into you over and over again. “Ah- God..” Your fingers clawed at Vi’s wrist closest to you, as you could only take the ruthless pace Vi had picked up. 

“God’s not here to help you, baby. You’re gonna take what I give you, hm?” Vi didn’t wait for a response, slapping her hips against the back of your thighs, the sound of your cum squelching around her strap. “All mine, aren’t you? You’re gonna show everyone who you belong to, hm?” 

You just gasped and whined, panting as you nodded. “Mhm. A-all yours.” 

“Damn right.” Your thighs jerked every time Vi thrusted into you; Vi enjoyed seeing you like that; liked the way your body tensed up waiting for your much awaited orgasm, only for you to whine, begging her to speed up again, but once she did, your orgasm had wandered off, and Vi would fuck you to that point again, and again and again. Your body was flushed, your eyes dazed; chest rising and falling rapidly to even try and catch up to Vi; your pussy tightening around her strap. You ended up biting into the fabric of your dress, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back on the pillow; but that wasn’t enough for Vi. 

“Eyes on me, darling. Eyes on me or you won’t be coming tonight; that’d be a shame, wouldn’t it?” 

You did as she told, your eyebrows scrunching as tears fell down your cheeks. Your pussy felt sore at this point; your body would have been moving every time Vi drove into you if it weren't for her firm hold on your waist. Her hold was bruising, literally; you could see the red, angry outline of her hands wrapped around your midsection, Vi was serious about reminding you who you belonged to. 

“Aw, baby. ‘S not your fault, you’re just so pretty, taking me so well. Pretty, pretty thing; no wonder everyone wants to get their hands on you. Everyone was looking at you, and it annoyed me a little, you don’t mind do you? Letting me fuck out my frustrations on you? Hm? I know you can take it, you’ve always been a good girl for me.” 

You just gasped, widening your legs a little, your eyes weren’t completely focused, but you could just about make out her long, red fridge fall in her eyes, your jaw felt slack as you could barely feel the trail of drool slip past the corner of your mouth. 

“God, I’ve fucked you dumb. Nothing else is on your mind right now is it? Just me and how I fill you up. That’s it. Good girl.” Vi leaned forward again, the bruising grip on your hips now onto your thighs, as she hiked your legs over her shoulders. The position drives Vi in deeper, and you can only let out a silent moan as you claw at any part of her back you can reach; your nails digging into the skin; there’ll definitely be marks tomorrow, not that either of you cared; you were just repaying the favour. 

“C-can I cum? Please, please.” 

“Well, when you beg like that..” Vi doesn’t let up, she’s panting as well, she can feel the strain in her legs and hips; her chest heaving, but she’s not going to stop. 

Your orgasm hits you hard, wracking your whole body; you only clung onto Vi; your hands tight around her shoulder, as she finally slows to a halt, pulling out of you gently; enjoying the sight of your cum slowly oozing out of your pulsating hole. She sits back, deep pants escaping her mouth; her skin slick with sweat, as her fingers slowly trailed across the map of hickeys she left on your body, over the red silhouette of her hands embedded into your skin on your waist and hips with a satisfied smirk. 

“That’ll ought to show them, hm? Who you belong to.”

[ffiahh]

PROJECT PLUTO

You're Going to Stay?

Perhaps Vi can used to large mass of affection that she calls her girlfriend. She deserves it after all.

Pairings: Modern!Touch-Starved!Sub!Bottom! Vi x Trans!Masc!POC!Dom!Top!RugbyPlayer!OC! Aspen

Content Warning: Cursing, talk of marriage, talk of having babies, description of babies, use of pet names, use of needles, domestication, self-deprecating thoughts, self-deprecating language, domestication, major fluff, talk of unemployment. SMUT WARNING: Shower sex, biting, fingering, praise, mention of oral, choking, orgasm denial, degradation, slight body worship, subtle scratching, breeding kink, slight manhandling.

Word Count: 5.1K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Part 2 to "Please Don't Leave Me", you can read either in any order and will still make sense. It's really cute domesticated shit. Vi is a little like a house uh- girlfriend? I really liked Aspen and Vi bickering, really solidified that they talk and act like a married couple already. Dastar is the turban worn by Sikh men, and Puthar is used as a nickname/pet name for someone younger than you. I really do want to know what you think of Aspen; I for one have the biggest crush on her, I also created a sim version of her; if any of you are interested. Special mention for @winfleurs since they were so excited for part 2, it feels rushed in my opinion but I hope you enjoy anyways!

“Is this your way of telling me you want my babies?”

“Aspen!”

“What? You just look-” Divine.

Vi could see that Aspen had this odd, faraway look in her eyes; the kind that made her sport a goofy smile opposed to her smirk; and sometimes it irked Vi a little.

“You’re staring at me again.”

When Aspen didn’t finish her sentence, or give any indication that she heard; Vi rolled her eyes, leaning back on the sofa as much as the tiny, little human in her arms could let her.

“Take this baby back.”

That seemed to snap Aspen out of her daze. “What? No!”

“She’s gonna start crying.”

“No, she’s no-”

The baby does start crying, her whole tiny body writhing and turning in Vi’s arms, as she raises her fists so far above her head, Vi almost lurches her own head back to avoid the incoming newborn wrath.

Aspen coos playfully, her hands leaning forward to naturally take the screeching baby from Vi, bouncing her gently in the crook of her elbow. “Aw, see? You already have the motherly instinct; you knew exactly when she was going to cry!”

Vi puffs her cheeks, crossing her arms over her chest, as her eyes trail over Aspen and her niece. Aspen was cooing down at Leia quietly, her fingers dancing over Leia’s scrunched, red face; over her nose, her cheeks and hairline. The sight of 6 foot something Aspen, with muscles as big as Vi’s arms put together; being so gentle around something as tiny as baby Leia, brewed something in Vi. “Is this your way of begging me to have your babies?”

“No of course not. That’s after marriage.”

Vi whips her head so fast that she could have sworn her hair fell off her head, her eyes dancing over Aspen and little Leia quickly; Aspen looked like a natural, her large hands casually supporting her little head and body, now feeding her through a tiny bottle, with a muslin cloth draped over her large shoulder. The mum look suited Aspen, so much so Vi wanted to throw the baby back to her mother so that she could drag Aspen back to their bedroom. For what? You know. Perverts.

“You’re thinking about it-” Aspen teases, her body rocking back and forth gently to cradle Leia, her mouth curling to shush her quietly.

“Shut up. Feed the baby, you’re going to drop her.” Vi rolls her eyes playfully, resting her head on her hand as she leans on the armrest, mumbling to herself. “Only been together for a year...”

“We Matsuuras, choose and mate for life.” Aspen replies as leans back in the couch, shaking the small bottle in Leia’s mouth, urging her to suckle again. “Just tell me when, baby. I’ve got my sperm ready and frozen.”

Vi lets out a little scoff and laugh, shaking her head. “You’re so annoying.” The most annoying part? Aspen wasn’t lying, she was annoying, had a big mouth, had a head bigger than most; but she never lied; and that was something Vi had to get used to.

“Not what you were telling me last night-”

“Aspen-”

“What was it? Fuck me harder-”

“Stop it.” Vi raises her fist to punch Aspen in the arm before remembering she had Leia, Vi purses her lips before she outstretched her hands. “Give her to me.”

Aspen gasps dramatically, turning her body to cover Leia. “What? So, you can hit me? That stays in the bedroom, baby girl. The other way around.”

Vi rolls her eyes, fighting hard to keep her blush down as she shakes her outstretched hands at Leia. “I want to hold her.”

Aspen looks at Vi suspiciously, her eyes trailing over Vi with mock caution before she turns her head away. “No.”

Vi stares at Aspen for a short moment, before she scoots down until she’s pressed up against Aspen’s body, her chin resting on Aspen’s shoulder. “Don’t you like it when I hold her? You get all mushy, and dopey-eyed.”

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

Aspen laughs, something that scares Leia out of her sleep before she settles down again. Vi soon forgets her prior grudge when Aspen reaches to press a series of chaste kisses to her mouth. “Let me burp the little bean, and you can distract me all you want with your hidden mum powers.”

Vi can’t keep her eyes off of Aspen holding onto Leia’s chin, keeping her back straight and sat on Aspen’s leg. She couldn’t keep her distasted look in, as a loud belch erupts from Leia’s tiny mouth. “She sounds like a lawnmower.”

“I hope you don’t say that about our babies.”

Vi looks up at Aspen for a moment with heated cheeks, before they travel back down to Leia, her small fist raising up above her forehead as she lets out a small yawn, and a noise that sounds a little like throat clearing. “And she looks like a meat sack.”  

“Oi!” Aspen exclaims playfully, her hand reaching up to cover Leia’s ears. “Little lady’s very sensitive.” Aspen’s eyes drop down to Leia, whose little body was now curled at Aspen’s chest, almost as if the burp took energy out of her. Aspen leans forward, lowering her voice to a whisper: “Between you and me; she gets it from her mum.”

“Her mum’s your sister. Twin sister?” Vi asked, wrapping one arm around her waist, as her fingers reach down to hold Leia’s tiny foot. It was literally the length of her thumb, and maybe the width as her 2 fingers.

“Nah, Ashni gets it from our dad.”

“And wh-” Vi tries to focus to grab the baby from Aspen without dropping her, or letting her head fall back. It’s quiet for a moment, as Aspen gently guides Vi’s arms properly around Leia, before all that seems futile as Vi feels as though she’s going to drop Leia again when she feels Aspen press another kiss to her mouth, she smacks her lips in surprise, pressing them together before she finds her train of thought again. “Where do you get you from?”

“My mum.”

“Angry and arrogant?”

Aspen lets out another loud laugh, again startling Leia. Vi tightens her hold on her slightly; hoping it would calm her slightly; it does, Leia settles down in Vi’s arms with a quiet, disgruntled sigh and a long stretch. Vi’s hands were gentle as they tugged on her small pink hat, making sure they covered her ears, her finger trailing down Leia’s small nose before her eyes ran over her wrinkly face. Leia- like all newborns- looked like a like a small, old man. Yet, Vi couldn’t deny that Leia had a cuteness to her; maybe because she looked a little like Aspen.

“Don’t tease me. I have my clinic’s number on speed dial.”

Since Leia was safe in Vi’s hold, she had no trouble reaching over to deliver a punch to Aspen’s arm, smiling at herself when Aspen winced quietly in response.

Vi sighed quietly at the feeling of the hot water running down her body; she squeezes the water out of her hair before she pushes it back, her hand soon reaching down to wipe her face. She doesn’t bother to use anything, she just wanted to be able to close her eyes without worrying.

She didn’t know how long she was standing under the water, before she felt and saw the familiar brown, mismatched arms wrap around her from behind, feeling a pair of lips drag lazily across the curve of her neck.

“Ashni came to pick Leia up?”

“Mhm.” Aspen’s lips danced along Vi’s freckled skin, along her strong shoulder blades, before they found home on the soft curve of her shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

Vi opened her mouth to speak; momentarily feeling a few sprinkles of water fall in her mouth before Aspen shuts her up with a playful pinch on the butt.

“Don’t say its cause of the shower.”

“Don’t pinch me.”

“Brat.”

Vi let out a soft scoff, pressing her rear against Aspen, the corners of her lips curling up when she hears Aspen suck in a sharp breath. “You always call me that. You never do anything to fix it.” Vi could feel Aspen’s chest shake slightly against her back when she chuckled, her hands suddenly wrapping around the mass of muscle on Vi’s thighs.

“Now, now. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Vi did it anyways, and as always, she did not regret it. She bit down harder on the muscle of Aspen’s bicep, pressing her forehead to the tiled wall. Only strings of breathless moans and whines spilled from her mouth; feeling the familiar stretch of accommodating Aspen’s fingers.

“Shit.” Vi could press her nose into the hard expanse of Aspen’s bicep, her hips stuttering in movement when she feels Aspen’s fingers curl in her cunt.

“Good?” Vi just nodded, her nails clawing at the tiles, as she opened her mouth to try get another word out, only to hiss in pleasure when the ball of Aspen’s palm pressed against her clit. She could feel Aspen press against her back, could feel the hard metal of her nipple piercings rub against her, her dark falling past her shoulder and tickling the nape of Vi’s neck. “No thoughts? Head empty? Where’s it all gone? Your bratty talk?” Aspen lets out a low chuckle. “Fucked it out of you, didn’t I, pretty thing?”

Vi only pushed her rear back into Aspen’s hip, a small broken, whimper falling from her mouth. Her hands were slipping from the wet tiles, so Vi opted to hang on to Aspen’s forearm. It always dawned on Vi, how Aspen could stay so calm and collected through moments like this; for Vi it felt like her body would fall, and burn from the inside just by the mere touch Aspen’s anything on her skin. “G-gonna cu-”

“No, you’re not.” Aspen’s voice was firm, running straight through Vi’s ear, the sound of the shower head was completely gone. Aspen’s fingers were gone instantly, and soon were wrapped around snugly around Vi throat, enough to keep her head in place. “You’re not going to cum, no matter how many times you beg me to. I’ll decide.”

Aspen wasn’t always a soft, pleasure dom. When she was in the mood she could get rough, and fast really quick, and more often times, Aspen used her physical advantage to move Vi in any way she wanted. Thank you, rugby. It’s not to say that Vi didn’t have some advantage with her own physical prowess, she was just… more prone to giving it up. The dangerous bit is that Aspen’s playful and a little cocky.

“Gods...”

“Hm. You called?”

Vi let out a groan of surprise, feeling the pads of Aspen’s fingers drag through her folds, circling her entrance before finally pushing through. Aspen hummed again, pressing her mouth against Vi’s jaw, using her hand around her throat to tilt her head to the side to press her mouth against the shell of Vi’s ear.

“Sucked me right in…” Aspen smirked, feeling Vi’s blunt nails digs into her forearm, hearing the puffs of breath spill from Vi’s lips. It made her own cunt leak and throb, but it wasn’t enough to keep her focus off of Vi, to satiate her own needs; Vi challenged her on her authority in bed, she was determined to show her.

Vi’s limbs felt weak at this point, a shaking mess and if it weren’t for the firm hold Aspen had around her throat, she would’ve fell. “Aspen… shit, please, baby.”

Aspen smirked; the corner of her mouth turned up to show the sharp end of her canine tooth. “I like hearing you beg, sweetheart. Keep at it.”

Aspen fucked Vi close to two orgasms before rudely pulling back to amusedly take in the sight of her whining and begging for release. It was fun.

“… ‘S not fair…”

“No?” Aspen closes herself around Vi again, draping herself over her corded back, as her fingers find themselves in Vi’s pulsating hole, using her cunt to push her body further back into Aspen’s. Vi doesn’t bother fighting back, just holds onto Aspen’s forearms as she rested her head on Aspen’s shoulder.

“Really like your muscles…” Vi’s voice was slurred and breathless, her chest heaving and breath catching in her throat as she feels Aspen’s fingers lazily drove in and out of her.

Aspen laughed, pressing her nose into Vi’s cheek before her lips puckered to press a kiss to her cheekbone. “I like your muscles. So pretty… pretty thing. You can cum this time, okay? You listened well today.”

Vi could only moan out in relief, her fingers tightening around Aspen’s wrist, when her pace quickened. The shower was turned off a while ago, so Vi could really hear the obscene sounds Aspen’s fingers made in her cunt.

“So fucking pretty.” Aspen hummed, pressing herself closer to Vi, close enough she may as mould Vi to be one with the tiled wall. Aspen couldn’t help but run her free hand around the tightened, taut muscles on Vi’s stomach; her nails lightly running across the skin. “Wonder how you’ll look with my babies inside you.”  

Vi could feel her skin turn warm all over her body when Aspen opened her mouth, feeling her cheeks redden at the thought of ever being able to carry Aspen’s children. She let out an involuntary moan, her thigh jerking in response when Aspen delved in her deeper, almost as if she was spurred on by the mere thought of getting what she wanted just with her fingers. But, of course, that wasn’t really possible, as much as Aspen was Godly during their time in bed together, she didn’t have the powers to impregnate someone with her fingers. Aspen didn’t have the right assets for that either, she did, but for the sake of her own happiness and comfortability she created a body for herself that Vi and her loved and felt proud of. And Vi’s mind only drifted to the one thing that could, tucked away safely, far away in a clinic; if only…

“I saw the way you were looking at Leia, I know you were thinking about it. You want my babies, darling? Hmm? Would love to see you as a Mama to my kids. You want that, baby?”

“Mhm.” Vi moaned quietly, her hand pressing against the back of Aspen’s hoping it would bring her fingers in deeper, moaning a little louder when it did. Her other hand did its hardest to keep Aspen’s face close to hers, her fingers threading through the back of Aspen’s hair; she could feel the shaved hairs under her palm; it felt rough and tickled.

Aspen only laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly, before she slips her fingers out of Vi; her hands trailing across Vi’s hips, over her thighs, and pulling at the taut skin around Vi’s ass. “Hm. Whatever you want, darling. You’ll look hot as a Mama.” Aspen teased, lowering herself to her knees against the shower floor.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

Aspen stopped midway from moving Vi’s legs apart; hooking her strong fingers under her knee to hike it over her shoulder, looking up at her with a hungry look. The dark gaze washed over her slitted eyes, almost like a shadow across her face. “I’m hungry.” She replied, slowly dragging her palms over Vi’s thighs, her eyes slitted into a determined stare. “You’re not going to let me eat?”

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Vi felt frustrated, she ignored the throbbing pain of her elbows digging into the wood of the dining table. She would’ve opted for biting her nails; but the pen prior to the one in between her fingers broke and leaked ink on her hands and nails, thus making the activity taste horrible.

The newspaper held the same jobs it did the week before; either they were quick cash, or something Vi wasn’t qualified for. It would have been a pleasant day; the heaping pile of clothes were washed and folded, the kitchen was filled with the pleasant smell of dinner and Aspen was bound to come home soon, but the doubt, and the sadness all came washing through when she came to the realisation that she does not have a job. She felt lazy, horrible and utterly useless.

Vi was contemplating ripping the darned newspaper and burning it, when Aspen thundered through the door, the rustle of coats, and the thuds of her boots can be heard before she saunters through to the kitchen.

“Hey, baby. Is that chicken pie? That smells good.” Aspen was loud as she walks around the kitchen to take a seat by the table. “How was your day? I was put in the toddlers’ room, and I feel really grateful that I usually work with the newborns- babe? What’s wrong?”

Vi didn’t realise that she hadn’t acknowledged Aspen at all, and in all her positivity, and excitement to come home and see Vi again, Aspen didn’t realise either.

“I-It’s no-” Vi stops talking to see Aspen looking at her; it wasn’t the usual lazy stare, and cocky smirk. Her eyebrows were drawn in, her eyes sharp as she looked at Vi with something akin to don’t lie to me. “I’m feeling frustrated cause I can’t look for a stupid job.”

“Baby, these things time-”

“No, b-but it’s been a year since I’ve gotten out! I should’ve gotten something by now-” Vi takes a deep breath through her nose, pressing her lips together as she looks to the side, she sneaks a glance at Aspen from the corner of her eyes. “I need to pay you back for-”

“No.”

“What?”

“I asked you to move in. Mainly cause I liked you a lot, b-but my intimate… uh desires aside, you just got out of jail and I had an extra room; even though after a week, you moved into my room, but that’s beside the point, I wanted to help you. I don’t mind providing for us both until you get a job. This is your home as well. I thought I made it clear enough for the last year.”

Home. Vi hadn’t gotten that in a long time, not before meeting Aspen, and when Aspen came through, cocky smirks and suggestive advances and all, Vi had gotten a home the minute Aspen had confessed about her desire to kiss Vi.

It was quiet for a moment before Aspen stands up from her seat, walking toward a kitchen cabinet and pulling out a small, thin injection from a box.

“You want to help my take my oestrogen, Bubblegum?”

“You’ve always done it, why do you need help now?” Still Vi stands up from her seat, following Aspen to their living room, kneeling by the sofa on the floor. Maybe it’s time to wash these cushions. Vi wipes down at the fabric on their pillow cushion, before her eyes travel to the rest before the sight of Aspen bending down to pull her trousers take place instead. 

“Maybe I just want an excuse to pull my trousers down in front of you.” Aspen teased, yelping when Vi takes the needle from her abruptly, and using her other hand swat Aspen on her ass. “You can’t hit me!”

“Stop being so naughty then.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just makes sure the lid of the injection is thrown away in its familiar small yellow bin. She’s thankful the needle is pre-filled so all she had to do is wipe the targeted area, and pull up the skin on Aspen’s thigh, before gently piercing the skin with needle. “Does it hurt? Is it hurting?”

Aspen laughs a little, her fingers reaching up to pinch and pull gently on the red strands of Vi’s hair. “No, baby. I’m used to it.” Aspen pulls her trousers back up, her eyes following Vi’s form, as she throws away the last of the needle in the needle bin, behind her on the coffee table. Aspen couldn’t help run her fingers along Vi’s corded back, until they reached the back of her neck. “You look good down there.”

Vi turned back to look at Aspen, rolling her eyes fondly. “You always say that.” Vi couldn’t keep her gaze off of Aspen; the way her arms seemed to look larger at this angle; perched lazily on her knees, or the way Vi could settle herself in between the crazy, crazy mass of muscle on Aspen’s thighs.

“You’re always kneeling in front of me. What’s up with that?” Aspen leans forward, her nose nearly brushing against Vi’s cheek. Aspen curls a finger around a strand of Vi’s hair, twirling it around her fingers before they find themselves holding firmly onto her chin, keeping Vi’s eyes on her. Aspen’s eyes drop to Vi’s mouth, before she reaches down to press her lips to Vi’s. “You need to stop distracting me.” Aspen can’t help but keep Vi’s chin firmly in her hands, pressing one kiss after the other to Vi’s mouth eagerly.

“I’m not-” Vi laughs, her hands resting on Aspen’s thighs; Vi tries to pry her chin our of Aspen’s fingers, but fails miserably when Aspen’s determined kisses find their way to Vi’s fae again.

Aspen doesn’t let her finish, eagerly pressing another kiss to her mouth. “Stop kissing me. We won’t be able to stop.”

Vi laughs, pulling herself away from Aspen’s hand. “You’re kissing me.”

Vi ended up on Aspen’s lap, lazily moulding their mouths together. Aspen hums into Vi’s mouth, her fingers digging into the flesh of Vi’s rear. Aspen pulls back, taking a much-needed breath before smirking up at Vi. “I love your bubble butt.”  

Vi tuts, letting her hand fall harshly against Aspen’s shoulder. “Stop talking about my ass.”

Aspen laughs, reaching up to press a kiss against Vi’s chin. “Sorry. Don’t know how.” Aspen looks around the living room, her eyebrows drawing in slightly before she looks back to the kitchen. “Baby I think your chicken pie is burn-”

“Shit! My fucking pie! I used that expensive Piltover spice!” Aspen could only laugh, letting Vi clamber out of her lap to run to the oven, hastily pulling out their dinner. Vi looks down at it, pointing a finger at Aspen when she opens her mouth. “We are not ordering takeout.”

“What do I bring? I have no money to buy them anything. Do they know I’m unemployed? Will that hideous cat statue be enough? Oh G- I should have bought something before, then I wouldn’t be stressing 20 minutes before.”  

Aspen could only laugh in amusement at Vi’s sheer nervousness, and be a little hurt at her opinion on the cat statue Aspen made when she was 10. “You said you liked my statue.”

Vi stops her panicked stride, as she looks up at Aspen with a sheepish look. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Aspen gives Vi a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re hurting my feelings now.” Aspen’s eyes follow Vi as she walks closer, not being able to help keep her tough exterior when Vi falls into her chest. 

“Aw, is my big, bad girlfriend hurt?” Vi coos playfully, reaching up to pinch Aspen’s cheeks.

Aspen pouts, leaning her face into Vi’s hands. “Yeah. I want you to hug me.” Smiling brightly, when Vi obliges, pressing her nose into her hair and holding her closely to her chest.

“No, but seriously. What do I get your parents? I wanna make a good impression.”

“Nothing. They like you already.”

“How? I haven’t met them yet.”

“You should know by now that I have a very big mouth, Bubblegum.”

“Of course, you do. I’m victim of that 24/7.”

Aspen rolls her eyes playfully. “Pfft, please. You like my mouth.” 

“Sometimes. We gotta go, or we’ll be late. I don’t want to be late to meeting your parents for the first time. That’s a bad first impression.” Vi walks to the entryway, pulling on her shoes. When she sees Aspen just standing there, staring at Vi with an entranced smile, Vi could only usher Aspen forward with her hand. “You’re staring again. Hurry up.”

Aspen laughed, following suit; slipping her feet in her shoes, following Vi out through their front door. Aspen stands back, hands lazily in her jacket pockets as her eyes slide down to Vi’s ass, as she locks the door.

“Stop looking at my bum.”

“I told you; I like it.” Aspen says, her hand already slipping out of her pocket, to wrap an arm around Vi’s waist. “Really like your bum.”

Vi rolls her eyes, her own hands slipping in her pockets, as she keeps her head low; Aspen’s hoodie kept her warm against the cold wind, and the hood was big enough to cover her face. Even though she was technically safe; old habits die hard, and the horrid memories from Stillwater sometimes made her think she was still there.

“Your posture is horrible. No wonder you have neck pains.” Vi could only splutter when she feels Aspen’s hand on her chest and shoulder blade, trying to straighten her out. Aspen’s bewildered at the grunt Vi gives in response, as she lets her head hang and shoulders hunch again. “Aw, my cute, little emo girlfriend.” Aspen coos playfully, reaching over to grab Vi’s face, squishing her cheeks and pressing a loud kiss to her mouth.

As much as Vi tried to keep a strong front, she instantly melted at the affections from Aspen. “I’m worried your parents won’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t they like you?”

“We- I’m an ex-convict-”

“They’re very open minded.”

“I have tattoos. I-I have a face tattoo!”

“You’re talking as though they don’t have a brown, lesbian, trans masc rugby player with tattoos and piercings as a daughter.” Aspen tightens her hold on Vi, rubbing her arm. “You’ll be fine.”

“Could you at least give me some heads up? You know, what they are like.”

“My dad laughs a lot, he will try to feed you, he’s very loud, laughs at his own jokes-”

“So, like you?” Vi teased, reaching up on her tip toes to nudge her nose against Aspen’s chin.

Aspen laughs, rolling her eyes. “Very funny. My mum is more quiet, reserved. She’s very etiquette crazy, she’s very motherly, and well- she can’t keep her mouth shut either.”

“Now I know where you get it from.”

Unfortunately for Vi’s nerves, they reach Aspen’s parent’s house a lot quicker, and much to Vi’s disappointment, Aspen didn’t bother knocking; pulling Vi through the door. “Mama! Papa! We’re here!”

Vi looks up from taking her shoes off to see what she assumes is Aspen’s parents. They were both short, just barely reaching Aspen’s shoulder. Vi is drawn to Aspen’s father first; he was chubby with monolid eyes that matched with Aspen’s. He was already laughing, petting Aspen’s face gently as he smiles widely at her; Vi was worried his dastar would fall off his head.

“You must be Vi. It is wonderful to meet you. I am Aspen’s mother; but you can call me Amani. This is my husband, Abani.” Vi could instantly tell that Amani was more quiet, the type to choose not to speak.

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Welcome, Vi! I hope you haven’t eaten earlier, puthar. My Amani and I have cooked enough for four armies.” Vi didn’t have time to respond to that comment, before Abani laughs a little at his joke, guiding Vi through their home.

It was a pleasant sight to see Ashni, perched on the couch; with little Leia settled on her lap. Ashni looked up from Leia, smiling at Aspen and Vi. She stands up, keeping Leia settled in the crook of her arm as she leans into hug Aspen, laughing when Aspen takes Leia with a raspberry blown to her belly.

Ashni give a quick hug to Vi, one that Vi eagerly reciprocates. “Aspen told me you were nervous.” Ashni whispers quietly; her eyes travelling along Aspen, who’s tickling Leia, and to her parents; who have settled themselves in the kitchen; preparing the last of dinner.

“I was. I feel a bit better now that I’m here. Knowing you already makes it easier.”

Ashni smiles reassuringly at Vi, placing a hand on Vi’s arm. “My parents are really fun to be around.”

Aspen soon walks over to Vi, reaching down to place Leia in her lap without warning, she turns to walk out of the room without another word before Ashni stops. “Where are you running off to?”

“I need to pee! I’ll be quick.”

Vi looks back at Aspen, before her attention to Leia. She’s gotten a little bigger the last time she saw her; she looks a lot less like an old man, and more like a cute little baby.

“Are you okay to stay with Leia while I help out in the kitchen?”

Vi nods and smiles. “Mhm. Gives me time to recharge a little.”

Vi doesn’t realise that Aspen has come back until she feels a kiss on her head, and a heavy hand on her back. “They’re all in the kitchen?” Vi just nods, her finger gently poking Leia’s small nose.

Aspen leaned against the back of the sofa, staring intently at Vi, her eyes softening to a degree. She always liked looking at Vi; they way her lips puckered into a pout subconsciously, the way the skin on her bridge rippled when she glared, or the beautiful, beautiful way her large grey eyes gazed up at her with the softest stare. But the way her body melted; the way her muscles softened every time she held Leia was something that made Aspen thank the stars that she was alive to witness it. Aspen wasn’t ashamed to think what it would feel like if their house was filled by one more person, one more tiny person, maybe one that looked a beautiful mix of them both.

“I can’t wait to marry to you.” Aspen didn’t think she said that out loud, she at least thought she said it where only she could hear it, until Aspen’s cheeks heated up at the realisation that Vi did hear and gave an answer of her own.

“I want a nice ring, okay? Maybe one that matches my hair.”

Aspen smiled, her eyes running over every inch of Vi, her unruly red hair, that crooked nose hoop in her nostril, the indents of the small scars littered on her face and she smiled, so wide; maybe her face wasn’t her own anymore. Till death do us part, my love. “Okay.” 

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PROJECT PLUTO

Sevika and Vi Roommate AU

Sevika gets an unwanted pink rat as a roommate. 

Characters: Sevika, Vi, Silco

Mentioned Characters: Powder, Ekko, Lux, Mylo, Claggor, Vander

Pairings: Powder x Ekko x Lux (mentioned)

Content Warning: Cursing, arguing, hinting of drugs, description of smoking, brief mention of food, brief mention of death

Word Count: 3141

☾*:･ﾟ✧. so, my first full fic on here. credit to my sister for this prompt. its basically kind of like crack, (maybe?). there is NO romantic intent between sevika and vi, none of my works with them will be, they just bicker like siblings, maybe even like parent and child. yes sevika is desi in here, she will be desi in any of my pieces of work that includes her. whether she is from pakistan, india or bangladesh, i don't know. that can be debated.

What the fuck.

Sevika was undeniably pissed. It was a normal occurrence for her to be angry over things she couldn’t control; whether it was a stupid employee fucking something up, or if she didn’t have any of her makhan bada stocked in the fridge, or if her mechanical arm wasn't co-operating with her brain. Or the way she could never get her ponytail right, even if it is the simplest of hairstyles. But this. This took the cake. Nothing pissed her off more than the two brats that seemed to wedge their way into her sweet simple life; it felt as though they stuck their little, grubby fingers so far up her ass to pull out her guts only to throw them right back at her face. Brats. 

Sevika curls her nose up in distaste, her prosthetic fingers twitching to curl up in a fist; her eyes squinting distastefully at Vi. Vi had a cocky smirk on her lips; the kind that had the corner of her mouth lazily pulled up. It pissed Sevika off; if it weren’t for the very expensive, fine China vase she would gladly throw a punch. Or two.  

“What is this pink rat doing here? She's my roommate? I don't want it.” She at least is thankful the blue one isn't here. Ugh.

Vi’s smirk seemed to deepen, scoffing quietly as she walked toward Sevika. She even walks stupidly. “I have red hair now, see?” Sevika lets out a distasteful growl, as Vi so nicely shakes her disgusting red hair in Sevika’s face. Sevika lets out a guttural groan as she turns her head away, her hand pushing at Vi to move her away, Vi only staggers slightly before she finds her footing again, leaning against the back of the sofa, the smirk disappearing for a small snarl to take its place. 

Silco only blinks, looking at Sevika before he slips his hands into his pockets. He decided not to wear his fake eye today, just a flesh of pink left behind his eyelids. He sighs quietly. “You have agreed to a roommate, Sevika.” Silco shifts his weight slightly, his shoulders hunching as he does so. 

Ugh. His posture is horrible. 

Sevika’s lips curl into a frown as she gestures a hand to Vi. “You didn't tell me it was her.” 

“I knew you would refuse if I did. I am doing this for Powder, she will be staying until she is able to find a place for herself. It won't be that long.” 

Sevika clicks her tongue, crossing her arms against her chest. “Why couldn't she have stayed with Powder? Or the other brats?” 

Vi crosses her arms as well, her hip jutting out slightly. “Mylo is essentially homeless; he's staying with Powder, Ekko and Lux right now, and Claggor only has one room at The Last Drop.” Vi then scoffs, her face scrunching slightly as she throws a hand toward Silco. “I don't want to stay with him.” Vi tightens her arms over her chest, clicking her tongue. “He says your house is bigger.” 

Sevika runs a hand down her face in exasperation. “I regret helping run a pharmaceutical business.” 

Vi scoffs, her eyes lowering down Sevika’s form before she sneaks a glance back at Silco. “Just a pharmaceutical business?”

Sevika snarls, her body hunching up and her hands curling into tight fists. She starts to take a threatening step toward Vi. “Why you-” 

“That's enough. Vi will be staying here. End of discussion.”

It’s been a week since the pink rat stole the extra space in her humble abode, Sevika didn’t like it. Vi didn’t do anything; she was just there. Always there. Sevika would always see an extra pair of shoes and slippers by the door, and would find short strands of red hair on her living room sofa, or would even see her stupid red jacket lazily thrown over a random, poor sofa or chair. Sevika heard her when she tried to go to bed, when she talked too loud and could hear her heavy footfalls thundering around the apartment for bathroom breaks. How much water does she fucking drink? She heard her when she laughed loudly at her own jokes. 

You know what’s worse? They’re dad jokes, Vi laughs at her own dad jokes. It was as if a little angry, red old man moved in. 

Sevika sighs deeply, stretching her arms over her head. Usually, she would be… okay starting the day, with a nice cup of tea and makhan bada, a nice workout. Normally, her days were quiet, calm and alone. That was until the pink rat took the room opposite hers. Her presence inflating to every inch of that room, nothing of Sevika was left. The audacity. Sevika also has an inkling that she's been stealing her food. The little shit. 

Determined to catch Vi in the act, Sevika bounds to the bathroom, and quickly but thoroughly takes a shower; she doesn't allow herself to shiver and jerk at the cold water before stepping out, wiping herself quickly. Sevika takes a seat to connect her prosthetic arm, her mind drifting to whatever Vi could be doing in the kitchen. God, she’s going to raid the cabinets, take everything her small body can consume. Or, what if she uses all her loose tea leaves? That shit is expensive. Soon enough, she’s gargling the last of her minty spit out in the sick, before she finds herself in the kitchen with Vi… playing video games? In the kitchen? At 9 in the morning? 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

Vi swivels, yes swivels- her head to give Sevika an incredulous look, her fingers still over her keyboard. “Playing video games.” 

“Have you even eaten breakfast?” 

Vi doesn’t bother looking up at Sevika again, as her eyes are glued to the screen. “What are you? My mum?”

Sevika doesn’t answer to that but lets out a determined grunt as she stalks toward the fridge; a shiver just went up Sevika’s spine at the mere thought of even going anywhere near- 

“Who’s Jinx?”

Vi lets out a sigh, blinking slowly at the screen, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “It’s Powder. Now, shut up; stop distracting me.”  

Sevika grunts, her lips snarling as she opens the fridge. Her eyes scan the fridge; finding her sweet box, filled with makhan bada, she takes it out gently; opening the lid. One, two, three, four, five, si- the little shit. Sevika turns to look at Vi; whose attention is still on the laptop in front of her; Sevika squints; Vi doesn’t look nervous; her eyebrows are furrowed, and there's a little curl on her top lip as she concentrates, her grey eyes scanning the screen. She doesn’t look guilty, but she is. Sevika knows deep down. She has to be. 

Sevika breathes heavily through her nose, closing the lid gently as she places it back in its fridge. “You’ve eaten my food.” 

Vi just briefly looked up at Sevika, before they glued back on the screen again. “No, I didn’t.” The look of a lying, thieving bitch. 

Sevika blinks at Vi. “Yes, you did.” 

“Did you see me?” 

This b- “No.” 

Vi hums, smiling triumphantly at the sound of a woman shouting ‘VICTORY’ swimming out from her laptop speakers, as she leans back on her chair. “Then I didn’t.” 

Sevika can feel a vein start to pulsate on her temple. “You and I only live here.” 

Vi shrugs, her fingers gliding across the trackpad before closing the lid on her laptop. “You don’t know that. Somebody else could be living here, they could be living in the attic.” 

Sevika gives Vi an incredulous look; she can almost feel the steam coming from her ears. “This is an apartment, it doesn’t have an attic!” 

Vi gives Sevika an incredulous look of hers in return, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk, her elbow reaching up to rest against the back of her barstool. “The basement then.”  

Sevika breathes in deeply, her nostrils flaring; something Vi supposedly finds funny. Sevika could almost feel her hair grey 20 years quicker. “Don’t touch my food!”

Sevika wants to die. She could only stare up at her ceiling as the horrid sound of ‘music’ ruptured her eardrums, her eyes angrily running over the corners of her ceiling. I should get the ceiling repainted. She sighs heavily, glaring at the ceiling when the volume increases; it felt as though the whole apartment was dancing. Sevika could have sworn she saw her pictures shaking slightly. She hopes that her fine China vase is safe.

Sevika- embarrassingly enough- jumps slightly; her arms under her chest squeezing against her body, when the horrid music… started to scream. Screaming? 

Sevika grunts to herself, ripping the blankets off of her, not bothering to put her slippers on before she’s pounding her large fist on Vi’s bedroom door, hard enough that Sevika swears there’s wood splintering. Sevika doesn’t waste another moment to raise her fist, before the door flies open and Sevika is looking down at Vi. 

God, she’s short. 

“Turning the fucking music down!” 

Vi leans against the doorframe, waving a finger at her ear as she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. Sevika doesn’t bother hiding her eye roll, as she bulldozes through Vi and into her room. She can vaguely hear Vi shout behind her, underneath all the horrid layers of music she decided to haunt the entire apartment building. Perhaps, baking cookies is necessary now. 

Vi can only raise an eyebrow at the way Sevika is frantically looking around her room, her short ponytail bouncing along with her, before Vi stands up straight, her mouth agape as Sevika angrily smacks the speaker, the piece of tech hitting harshly against the wall before the music stops, small pieces of plastic falling from the gadget and landing on the carpet with a small thud. 

“You broke my speaker!” 

“You’re playing God awful music! I’m doing us all a favour!”

Vi splutters, pointing her finger at the ground as she stomps her foot lightly. “Don’t bring God into this! My music is not that bad!” 

“You don’t even believe in God!” Sevika snarls, her fists curling tightly. “I’m trying to sleep!” 

Vi scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest, as she shifts her weight to one foot, jutting her hip out. “At this hour? Letting your old, wrinkly body rest and recharge?”

Sevika could only let out a disgusted grunt, the statement bringing a visceral bodily shiver as she turned her head, as if keeping the pink rat out of her sight would help her, with the kind reminder of what her body could end up like. It did not. “Don’t talk about my body like that! I’m only like 10 years older than you!” 

“10 years too old!” Vi then gestures to the broken speaker; shaking her hand at it for emphasis, laying on the floor, in sad broken pieces. “You have to pay for my speaker now!” 

Sevika waves a hand dismissively at Vi, huffing as she crosses her arms over her chest; her eyes lazily running over Vi’s room. “What am I? Your mother? Paying for your shit.” 

Vi glares at Sevika, her nose scrunching as her lips turn into a small frown. “The shit you broke!” 

Sevika scoffs, rolling her eyes again. “I couldn’t find the off button, which wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t put your music so fucking loud!”

Vi lets out a loud groan, her hands coming up to tug at her slightly before she turns to stomp out into the hallway. “Ugh, I can’t wait to move out!”  

Sevika lets out an amused sound that sounded like a merge of a laugh and a scoff. “You and I both! Maybe, then I’ll get some peace and fucking quiet!” Sevika lets her arms fall to her sides, looking around Vi’s bedroom. “And pick up your shit! This room’s a mess!” 

Vi doesn’t bother turning her head to talk, as she reaches the end of the hallway. “You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my mother! My mum’s dead! Ass.” Vi throws in a colourful middle finger for good measure. 

Vi sighs, blowing out a puff of smoke as she rests her head against the back of the sofa. She can feel her whole body relax, the calm settling over her heart, and weighing her limbs down. It felt nice, sure her mouth was a little dry, her stomach wasn’t settling right- it wasn’t the milk from this morning- and to everyone else it looked as though she had cried for a whole night, and she could have sworn the blue petals on the fine China vase were waving at her but it felt nice. She should stop, but another side effect of weed is poor judgement so she carries on. Vi is probably on her 3rd joint, when the front door opened, the shuffling and a quiet thud of boots falling to the ground before-

“What the fuck?” 

Oh, Sevika’s home. 

Sevika’s nose curls as her lips carved into a frown, she’s in trouble, Vi realises; so she doesn’t bother saying anything, as she brings the joint up to her mouth again, breathing in the faint citrus taste, before the smoke escapes her mouth and nose. 

“Why are you smoking weed in my living room?”

Vi smacks her lips, seemingly distracted by the whirls of smoke coming from her mouth before she remembers that Sevika asked her a question. “Ah, just wanted to piss you off.” 

Vi could only hear Sevika grumbling, before the joint was roughly snatched from her hands, Vi’s reaction was delayed, so she could only stare wide eyed as Sevika glares at the joint, squeezing it slightly in her hands before she brings it to her own mouth, taking a puff. Vi glares at Sevika, an almost confused look on her face. “Oi!”  

Sevika just blows out the smoke, her eyes watching its movements before it disappears quickly. She turns to take a seat by the sofa, her large hands harshly smacking Vi’s feet off the coffee table, wiping the glass as she lets out a grunt when she takes a seat. She stares at the joint between her fingers, taking another puff before she leans back on the sofa. “Shit.” 

Vi could only snap out of her; she turns to stare at Sevika, her eyebrows raising before a smirk falls onto her face. “Go, old hag! You only live once, amiright?” 

Sevika just grunts; sending a harsh glare at Vi from the corner of her eyes, taking another blow from the joint; letting the smoke fly from her nostrils. Sevika did not think she would be smoking weed in her living room next to the pink rat she unfortunately calls her roommate, but she’s here smoking weed with her angry pink roommate. 

Surprisingly, Sevika and Vi lost track of time; the living room reeked of the strong, pungent smell of weed, if the living room wasn’t open plan; the whole room would have looked like fog. It made Sevika’s head spin; but being high on weed helped, it also helped with the thought that she was actually smoking weed with Vi, it greatly helped without any conversation or arguments. 

“So-” 

Sevika groans loudly, knocking her head back on the sofa. 

“Damn, who pissed in your tea?” Vi keeps her gaze on Sevika; letting swirls of smoke escape from the corner of her mouth. In Sevika’s eyes; Vi looks like shit; her eyes were bloodshot; her face looked too long and her hair was too red. Most times she looked like a worm. In Vi’s eyes, Sevika looks like shit, her eyes looked as though looking at everything all at once, Sevika’s hair looks as though she shook it a million times, and dragged it across her floor. Vi thinks she would have been a bear in her past life.  

Sevika pinches the bridge of her nose, taking another quick puff from her joint, letting it swim out of her mouth when she sighs. “Just- this brat was talking my ear off today at work, and- just shut up, okay?” 

Vi reaches forward to snub out the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table; bending the small stick and wiping her hands off of any excess leaves. She leans back on the sofa, interlocking her fingers in her lap as she gives Sevika a knowing look. “The pharmaceutical side or the pharmaceutical side?”

Sevika could only stop smoking to give Vi an incredulous look, her top lip pulling up in distaste before she blows out the smoke into Vi’s face, smirking when Vi grimaces, blinking her red eyes. “Little shit.” 

Vi’s own lip pulls up in a snarl, as her eyes run over Sevika’s form once, before they land back on her face. “Bitch.” 

“Don’t talk to your elders that way.” 

“Now you want to be older.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just interlocking her fingers over her stomach as she settles down into the sofa, sighing loudly. Vi is a sleepy stoner. 

“What happened at your work that got you here?” 

Vi didn’t feel so sleepy anymore, she stared wide-eyed at Sevika, her senses were slowly coming back to her and she felt as though she was in her own body again. Fuck you, Sevika. “Shit, umm…” Vi sighs, running her hand over her face, before she pulls back her hair, huffing slightly when it falls back into her eye again. “My.. ex trainer got sacked for sexually harassing his intern, I’m still looking for a trainer. It’s not good habit to book fights without one so…” 

For once Sevika was too stunned to say anything, looking down at the way the tip of the joint burnt softly. Sevika clears her throat, tapping the joint, and watching the way the ashes fall into the ashtray. Don’t say it, Sevika. Don’t say it. “I can be your trainer.” Fuck you, Sevika. 

Vi’s face looked as though Sevika grew another head, her eyes scanning over Sevika’s face for any deceptions. “...Sevika? Are you sure this is you? Maybe let the weed effect go away. Come back to me in an hour.” Vi waves her hand dismissively, leaning her head back onto the sofa, closing her eyes again. 

Sevika lets out a huff, rolling her eyes. “I used to have fun sparring with Vander before he died, wouldn’t mind having something like that again.” Sevika sneaks a glance at Vi from the corner of her eyes. “I’m only going to ask once.” 

Vi smacks her lips, a sigh falling from her lips as she slowly raises her head to look at Sevika, before she shrugs. “Sure, why not?” 

Sevika huffs. “I still want you gone, brat.” 

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