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one of the rare times I haven't cried when praying for things to get better and blah blah blah... I'm actually proud of myself for that

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My insides are red

──── ଓ synopsis: you're fixated by her, observing every step she takes, every breath — haunting her like a ghost. she's mesmerized by you, keeping stolen pictures of you on her walls. what would happen if you found out about the mutual obsession?

warnings: mutual obsession, dark romance, stalking, following, smut, blood pact, murder, reader cries all the time, female reader, afab reader

wc: 5k

YOU ARE MY REVERIE

You exhale hard, seeing your breath in the cold air. You’re hiding your hands in your pockets, the oversized hoodie swallowing you entirely. 

You watch from afar as she lazily draws small patterns in the corners of her notebook instead of paying attention to the class; she always does that. You click your tongue. She shouldn’t be doing that; she will have trouble in the exam. 

Depending on the angle you look, you can see your reflection on the thick glass window - between the line of trees, your hair covering your sides like a cascade of water, your face cold as ice for standing in the cold for so long.

Of course it is a strange fascination - but what can you do about it? People are usually mesmerized by colorful butterflies, blossoming flowers. But you, oh lord, you are fascinated by her. Ellie Williams. 

The tall, slim woman that is your reverie. You need her with your whole being. Need her in your soul.

Footsteps are muffled by the snow as they make their way towards you. You’re surprised when someone touches your shoulder.

You turn around quickly, not scared of being caught in the act, no. Scared of losing your precious time with distractions, distractions that keep you apart from her.   

“Are you okay?” your friend Isis questions, touching your shoulder. She's your only friend, the only person you ever allowed to really know you. “You've been standing here for ten minutes straight.” 

You shrugged, not looking forward to answering her.

You turn around to your previous position, staring back at Ellie. To your surprise, she's staring back. Her gaze is scary, deep and precise. As if she's seeing inside you, seeing past your obsession. 

Isis slips her hand into your cold ones. “You should talk to her,” she says. She probably notices your unhealthy fixation, but thankfully she never mentioned it. But if she ever did, you wouldn't mind admitting it.

When the classes are over and Isis leaves you to go to her dorm, you follow Ellie around. 

First, she says bye to Jesse. Then, she walks to her favorite café; you know it's her favorite because you've followed her before — it's part of your routine — and she always comes here after class to study. 

She doesn't look behind her as she walks, she never does. As if she's oblivious or as if she just feels you and doesn't feel the need to check if you're still there. 

As always, she sits at the last table by the window; pulling out her notebook and starting to write on it. 

As usual, you stay outside, standing like a ghost while staring fixed at her. When you check your phone and see that it's been thirty minutes since you're standing, you feel your legs are tired — you also see the ten missed calls from Jenna, your ex. But you ignore that because no matter how much you ignore her, she never accepted the end.

Jenna was your first obsession, but it sure wasn't as intense as the one for Ellie. What you feel for Ellie is real true love.

You must have been standing for about two hours since you observed Ellie during her class. So for the first time, you decide to enter the cafeteria. It's a bold move, but your legs are about to give up. And between going home to rest them, or sitting across from her to keep observing, you choose the latter. 

The bell rings above your head as you enter the place. The noise doesn't catch Ellie's attention. You feel glad and disappointed at the same time.

You put your backpack in the chair by your side, pulling your laptop from it and opening it. Maybe you should be more careful with the staring — i mean, what would you do if she confronted you? Probably take off her clothes and lick all of her body.

You stay like this for about an hour, stealing glances from over your laptop while pretending to do something on it. The truth is, it isn't even turned on.

You scrunch your face when she tears a sheet from the notebook before putting it inside her bag.

You turn your face towards your laptop when she gets up to leave, but your eyes are still on her. 

She's walking towards you. Your heart starts pounding inside your chest. You fumble to try to turn your device on, but she's already in front of you.

Ellie doesn't even look at your face. She just leaves a paper on your table before leaving the place. 

Is a drawing of you from earlier, standing outside the café and staring at her. How didn't you notice it? How didn't you notice she was staring back at you? 

In the corner of the paper is written I see you. You share my reverie. 

YOU SHARE MY LONELINESS

That night, you follow your routine: dressed in a pair of oversized sweats, you leave your dorm to see her. 

But instead of going outside the building to stare at her from her window, you move on your feet and find yourself in front of her dorm door.

You stand like that — staring at the old wood door — for a couple of minutes. An hour. 

At some point, you notice a shadow coming from the inside of the room. You can see it through the gap between the floor and the door. 

It's her.

She stands on the other side of the door, breathing hard in expectation. You stay like this — the door being the only thing separating you two, the only thing making you lonely — for thirty minutes.

Until you hear the door lock. Your eyes get wide, your breath gets caught in your throat. A snake moves inside your stomach, getting tangled up in your organs. 

She unlocked the door for you. She's waiting. 

But you do nothing. You don't move. You just stare; feeling the snake inside you hold tight onto your heart.

Your hand tickles with the desire of opening the door. You breath in hard and move your hand, grabbing the doorknob and feeling the cold surface against your soft hands.

You imagine what would happen if you opened it. What would she say? What would you say? What would happen?

You're not ready for this. You're not ready for the confrontation, so you bring down your hand and leave.

On the other side of the door, Ellie can feel your absence. The moth in her stomach drowns on her hydrochloric acid. 

She sighs, blinking several times before focusing on the red lighting of her room. 

Your face occupies all of her walls; your calm semblance while you sleep; your focused face while you study; your mesmerized gaze while you stare at her. 

She has pictures of it all. She needs to have all of your gazes captured forever. Ellie needs to feel your gaze while she sleeps. It's the only way she can comfortably relax fully. 

So when she doesn't have your live eyes on her, at least she has the captured ones. 

The next morning, Jesse doesn't leave his dorm, apparently he got a cold; it left Ellie alone. Isis has extra classes; you're alone as well.

You sit in the cafeteria with your hands in your hoodie pockets, staring blankly at the empty table. You rethink all that happened last night, all the feelings and emotions you felt by knowing she acknowledged your presence. 

The mere thought of Ellie noticing you makes a shiver run down your spine.

What will happen next? Will she confront you? Will she get mad and curse at you? What would you do if she did so? 

Your thoughts are interrupted by a cup of hot coffee slipping in front of you. You blink twice, refocusing your eyes at the hot drink. It has a single droplet of milk — just the way you like it.

You look across the table; there she is. Sitting in front of you and carving holes in your face with her piercing gaze.

She blinks. Then a soft smile forms on her lips.

“Will you share my loneliness?” 

You don't pay attention to the words. You're too focused on the way her lips move, forming the words.

“Excuse me?” 

Her laugh is visible in the air because of the cold temperature. She's not making fun of you, is a genuine laugh. 

“Like the song?” she says, but you don't smile at her “I just thought that… I'm here all alone, and you're also here all alone. Maybe we could share our loneliness? What do you think about it?” 

Isn't she going to mention all that has happened previously? The drawing with the note, the stolen and dangerous glances that she caught. None of that? 

You're not sure you can play this game as well as her. You might get caught. 

“I should go.” you say, grabbing your bag and leaving as fast as you can.

You don't like to be forced out of your comfort zone, and you were pretty comfortable with appreciating her from afar. She should not have talked to you, she ruined everything. 

YOU ARE MY DREAM COME TRUE

 In the middle of aerodynamics class you receive a text message from Isis. It says: I need your help, meet me behind the campus cafe. 

That’s weird. Isis is always so focused on studying, why would she disturb your studying? 

Either way, you grab your things and leave the classroom — you need to try to be good to the only person that cares about you; even though you don’t really care that much. You’re not being cruel, come on; you do care about Isis, but not as much as you care about Ellie. No one will ever compare to Ellie.

You make your way to the back of the cafeteria, distracted by how your boots sink into the snow. The muffled noise it makes relaxes you from tension you didn't know you had over your shoulders. 

Before you turn to reach the back of the café, a hand comes from the service bathroom and pulls you inside. The person presses your body against theirs — one hand around your torso, holding you in place and the other pressed against your mouth, stopping you from screaming. 

Your breath gets caught in your throat. Your lungs burn. You start kicking and screaming. But it's no use; the person holding you is much taller and stronger. 

The more you try to escape, the more tight they hold you.

When you notice your efforts are useless, you can feel the tears burning the back of your throat, threatening to fall down your cold face.

A sob escapes you before the person finally softens their grip.

“Shh it's okay baby. There's no need to cry. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry” 

Ellie gets in front of you with a worried face while she cleans your face from the tears. 

Your face contorts in confusion the moment you see her. Did you become the prey? 

“How did you know I was here?” you asked, hands coming up your face to clean the left tears.

Your voice is trembling, not because of what just happened. But because you're finally talking to her. She makes you nervous. 

Ellie smiles softly at you. The kind of smile you give to something you adore.

“I texted you” she says as a matter of fact.

You get even more confused. “No you didn't. Isis-” you words stop there. 

Where is Isis? 

As if she can see the question inside your head, she answers “I stole her phone” 

You're afraid she can hear how loud your heart is pounding inside your chest. The snake inside you holds your heart tightly. 

“I want– I need you to pose for me.” she says excited, eyes shining as they stare deep inside your soul.

“What?” 

“I've been trying to paint you for so long– maybe a year. But it never gets quite correct. Something in your eyes. I've been following you around since I started it, so I could get all the angles right. But no matter how close I get, my memory or my camera lens never catches what is missing.” she says it all while gesturing with her hands.

You stare blankly at her. You blink once, twice. You close your eyes for five seconds, then open them. She’s still here. She’s real. 

“I want to crawl into your skin like a poison parasite” 

She doesn’t blink. She presses her back against the wall and crosses her arms. Ellie squints her eyes at you, waiting. She knows how you feel about her — she can feel it — but seeing it herself is something much better. 

“I will let you” she smiles, her fangs creeping past her lips “if you let me paint you.”

You nod. “Okay. You can paint me” you don’t even need to think about it. Letting her paint you means more time closer to her — but this time, you'll be able to feel her warmth. 

You can see the sparkle in her green eyes. You have a feeling that she’d make you agree no matter what, but seeing you accepting her so easily, made something inside her burn in the best way possible.

She stands on her feet before shaking her head, as if checking if she's still here. “Alright” she murmurs against her breath. 

Her eyes are back at you. For one, two, three, four seconds. 

“You're beautiful” she says lowly, like she's talking to herself.

“Thank you” you say out of breath, getting high on her presence. 

She reaches behind her, grabbing something while her other hand grabs yours. She puts the thing inside your hand. It's a key. 

“You can enter my room anytime you want.” she holds your hand closed. She's so close that you can feel her breath on your cheek. “Our painting sessions will be at seven pm, but you can get there earlier if you want” 

You just nod, too stunned by her beauty to be able to form coherent words. 

“I need you to use your words.” 

You swallow hard. “It's okay. I'll be there” 

With a smile, she kisses the side of your mouth and leaves like nothing ever happened. Like your dream didn't just come true. 

Your obsession finally noticed you. And now, nothing could stop you from swallowing her entirely. 

YOU'RE MORE THAN LIFE TO ME

You spent the whole day looking forward to this moment, and now that you’re ready, you can’t find it in you to move.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror: the usual oversized hoodie and sweats covering your body from the cold and plus making you incredibly comfortable.

Your phone beeps with a message from Jenna. It reads “please, talk to me”. You roll your eyes and throw the phone on your bed. 

You grab the single key Ellie gave you and stare at it. She’s finally at the palm of your hand.

You walk until you find her dorm; you stare at the number on top of the door, counting seconds for your courage to surface. 

You insert the key in the lock and swallow before turning it to the side and unlocking it. When you open the door, Ellie is sitting on her desk, back to you.

You have to blink twice to adjust your eyes to the red lighting. But when you do, your breath is stolen from your chest as you get aware of your surroundings. 

The walls are full of images of you; sleeping, eating, showering, studying, laughing, crying. There are so many pictures that you can't see the wall under it.

Has she observed you this whole time?

Tears form in your eyes and you're not sure of the reason behind them. Happiness? Fear? Confusion?

Ellie turns around to face you. She observes your reaction carefully, scared of it. She fidgets with her fingers and moves her eyes to the floor, expecting you to scream at her — call her a sick pervert, a disgusting stalker. 

But to her surprise, a smile emerges from your tears. You look insane, but so, so beautiful.

“I watch you too.” you say with a happy laugh “I like to watch you sleep, watch the light break through your eyes.”

Ellie's smile is so big that it looks like her mouth will stay like that forever. You wouldn't mind it.

She gets up and walks towards you, holding your face with both hands and staring directly at your eyes.

“I love you. I have never loved anyone or anything as much as I love you.” 

She loves you, she loves you, she loves you, she loves you, she loves you.

You smile and hold her hand, pushing your cheek against her warmth and closing your eyes.

“I love you too. But I need you to prove it to me.” your smile fades and her face contorts in confusion “Prove me that your insides are red like mine” 

Ellie nods, mesmerized by the look in your eyes.

“How do you want me to do that?” 

You look around the room searching for something sharp until your eyes fixate into a switchblade. 

Ellie's eyes follow yours until she looks at the same thing. She looks at you and then at the blade again. Then, she walks towards it and hands it to you.

Your eyes shine with yearn and love.

You hold the blade with one hand and her hand with the other. Your thumb grazes the palm of her hand while you stare at it. 

“Do you trust me?” you ask, inching the sharpie and shiny surface to her pallid skin.

She nods, shaking her head with absolute certainty. “With my whole being.”

“So breathe in for me, and close your eyes.”

She shakes her head no. And you look confused. 

“I want to see it.”

“Fine.”

You massage the soft skin with your thumb before precisely pressing the blade against her skin — a single droplet of blood forms and you watch it fall to the floor. 

While Ellie is distracted by that, you push it deeper and slide it to the side.

Ellie groans in pain and holds your wrist with her free hand, urging you to stop. But she doesn't dare to say a word. She trusts you, she said that before. 

A line of blood starts to drip onto the floor and you watch it mesmerized. Ellie does as well.

She steals the blade from your hand and uses her bleeding one to hold your hand. She doesn't let you think before mirroring your actions into yourself. You hiss in pain, tears falling down your eyes.

“It's okay. Don't cry, baby” she kisses your forehead, whispering praises into the air “You did so good for me, such a brave girl.” 

You sob watching your soft skin open and bleeding. 

You hold your bleeding hands together, mixing your bloods. The sliced flesh rubs together and a sob escapes you both.

“Now we are one” she says, smiling insanely at you.

“You're more than life to me, Ellie.” 

“I know.” it's what she says before holding your face with her bloody hand and finally kissing you.

It's like a black hole swallows you and you're out of this world. She kisses you like the world was ending and this was your last seconds on earth.

She kisses you like her life depends on it. It's not a gentle kiss, it's deep — not rushed, but deep and intense.

When you separate to catch your breath, her pupils are dilated, red at the sight. Her face has the imprint of your bloody hand and it only makes her more beautiful. 

Blood means love. The red means I love you.

Before she knows it, you're pulling her closer and kissing her again, feverously. This time it is rushed, messy, nasty. You can feel the metallic taste on her tongue.

Ellie doesn't waste time tearing apart your clothes to get it out of the way. Her mouth never leaves you, now a mess of saliva and blood on your neck.

You mirror her actions, helping her to take off her band t-shirt and her sweats. She smiles when she sees you're wearing nothing under your hoodie. 

“You look beautiful,” she says before latching her mouth to your chest, sucking hard until the red becomes white.

You moan in pleasure — pleasure for finally having her, pleasure for finally having her on you.

“Ellie”

“That's it, say my name like a scripture 

She takes you to her bed and takes off your pants, pushing your panties down your thighs, watching the way a string of your wetness connects to the cotton. She licks your skin and leaves love bites on her way.

She inhales, deep and slow, like she's smelling the most intense perfume. 

“Ellie, please” you whine, head lolled to the side and eyes half lidded. 

She smiles against your skin.

“Please what?”

You grab her auburn locks and guide her head to where you need her.

“Please eat me” 

“I'll fucking devour you.” 

Her lips suck your clit like she's sucking the life out of you, the sound that leaves your mouth is guttural. 

She licks you, her tongue exploring your sticky folds while she gets high on your taste.

One of her hands is holding your legs open for her own pleasure, and the other comes to your face and she taps your lips, ordering you to open them.

You do.

“Suck them” and of course you do what she tells you to do.

Before you know it, she's working you open with two of her fingers, slow and patient, letting you adjust to the stretch before she ruins you.

Her pace is fast, the skin against skin making a disgusting noise because of your wetness. It only makes your moans louder.

“Ellie I'm so close”

She smiles, mouth still on you.

“Make a mess of my face, baby” 

And that's exactly what you do.

Your orgasm is the most intense you have ever had. The room goes from red to white in a fraction of time, you're not sure if you're still alive; the feeling is too numbing to let you care about it though.

You feel Ellie's body weight leave the bed, but you don't pay it any mind until you feel something touching your still dripping cunt.

You jolt, gasping while half sitting, using your arms to give you leverage. 

The black silicon sits heavily between her hips. Your mouth opens in awe. 

“Shh, it's okay, pretty girl. I'll just have some fun, all you need to do is lay down and look pretty for me. Yeah?” she says sweetly, lips forming a condescending pout.

Ellie wet her lips while focused on the beautiful sight between your legs. She guides her cock slowly to collect the wetness from between your folds. You can feel yourself throbbing against it.

She slowly stretches you, shushing you when your groans start to look painfully. “You're doing great, I'm almost done” 

Actually, she's not.

“I'll make this easy for you baby, gonna get all the way in” 

You whine, already fuck out, head against the pillow. “No,” you drag out the syllable “It'll hur–ow!” the sound that comes out of your mouth is a mix of pleasure and pain. 

It burns like she's ripping you apart.

“That's it, can feel me real deep, baby?” 

You nod, face scrunched while you try to process if you're feeling pain or pleasure. It's the latter. 

She moves slowly but deep, moving her hips to a steady pace until you fully adjust to her. When she angles just right, she sees the look on your face, the sound leaving your mouth, she knows she just hit the right place. 

She gets off just by the way you're moaning her name, a babbling mess under her body.

“Faster” you mumble, eyes glassy with desire

She pouts “Want me to go faster, baby?” you shake your head yes, feeling your body shakes with her movements. 

It doesn't take long until your reaching your high again, but it doesn't make Ellie stop. She only stops when she finishes herself.

HEAVEN AND HEAVEN ALONE CAN TAKE YOUR LOVE FROM ME

When you leave your last class of the day, you're side by side with Ellie — giggling and chatting, bandaged hands brushing each other.

But to your surprise, Jenna is waiting for you. Standing in the middle of the way, hands on her front jeans pockets, red hair falling to her shoulders, making a bubble out of gum. 

She stares at you and Ellie with an offended expression, like you own her something. In her head, you do.

Your face drops when you see her, not wanting her to bother your moment with Ellie.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, offended. 

She makes another bubble with her gum. Acting nonchalant. 

“So this is your new toy?” she asks, crossing her arms and pressing her snickers harder against the ground. 

Ellie holds your hand, staring directly into Jenna's eyes. She doesn't blink, doesn't flinch. 

“It is none of your business, just leave me alone” you say trying to walk past her, but she holds your arm.

“Baby, I forgive you. I don't care, just come back to me” 

Ellie turns to her, face red and brows scrunched.

“‘The fuck did you just call her?” she pulls you from Jenna's grip, letting you behind herself as she gets closer to your ex.

Jenna laughs. 

“Want me to spell it? B-a-b—” Before she could finish it, Ellie punched her in the face.

It all happened so fast that you didn't have time to react — not that you'd have done anything to stop her.

Jenna falls to the snowy ground with the impact, hands coming up to cup her face. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Ellie kneels next to her, a sick grin on her face.

“Don't ever call her that again, or you'll end up with more than just a broken nose.” is the last thing she says before getting up and spitting on Jenna.

“You're not her ‘baby’, you're fucking mine” Ellie says kissing the corner of your mouth while you giggle, holding her hand and walking away.

One month has gone by and you haven't heard from Jenna ever since, and you're thankful for that.

You've been so busy with finals that you're hardly spending time with Ellie, having small to no free time to stalk her around. 

You notice she's busy as well, always late, phone out of signal, disappearing for a couple of hours. You let it slip, she's already yours, what bad could happen?

You're lying to yourself, you can't let it slip. You can't risk losing her to somebody else. The mere idea of Ellie kissing another girl makes your stomach hurt, the image of you pushing a blade onto her heart forms in your head. 

You would never hurt Ellie, you could never — she's the love of your life. But you couldn’t let her escape, so if killing her were the only option, that's what you'd have to do.

Later that night, you call her to come over, but surprisingly, she's busy with some paper work. You can feel the lie dripping from her voice. You just tell her it's okay, that you can see each other some other day.

But of course it is not okay. She's yours. Some paper work should never be more important than you. So you leave your dorm and hide in the shadows of the trees as you watch her leave her building.

She walks for an hour and a half, not looking behind once. You follow her of course, until she reaches the desert woods near the highway. 

What is she doing here? 

Thankfully, the soft snow muffles your steps. But you have the feeling that Ellie is so lost in her thoughts that even if you made a noise, she wouldn't notice.

You can see a cabin in the middle of the white forest, it looks abandoned and Ellie is walking towards it.

The perfect place to meet with a lover. 

You hold tight onto the knife sitting in your hoodie pocket — you don't want to do this, but it's not your fault. It's hers.

You hide behind a tree when she opens the cabin door and enters the place. A single yellow light escapes through the window and paints the snow yellow.

There's tears running down your face, not sad tears, rage ones. Rage for having to do this, rage for how stupid she is.

How could she be so fucking dumb? How'd she dare to do such a thing? But it's okay, you'll not lose her, she'll live in your heart forever. You'll drink her blood to make sure she lives inside you.

A gunshot cuts your thoughts. Your eyes grow wide, scared of what she might have done.

Without giving it a second thought, you run towards the cabin, open its door and stumble on your feet when you see the amount of blood staining the wood floor.

There's so much blood that it makes its way to the door and starts dripping into the snow outside. 

You freeze looking at it. Tears still running down your cold cheeks. 

Ellie emerges from a room, face splattered in blood, a white rose bouquet in her hands. The roses are dipped in blood, it paints them beautifully. 

You search for any injury in her, but you don't find any.

She smiles devilishly at you.

“I knew you'd follow me. You can take the knife out of your pocket, it's not what you think baby.” 

You incline your face, looking at her with doubt. You take the knife out of your pocket and throw it on the floor.

“I actually feel offended that you imagine I'd do something so dirty. You're my destiny, y/n. I could never change that.” 

Her words calms you down, you can see the truth past them.

The metallic smell reminds you of the red mess on the floor, coming from the room she just emerged from.

You gently push past her and enter it. 

Jenna sits in the middle of the room, drowning in her own pool of blood, the life long taken from her eyes. 

“I thought I'd show you some of my love,” Ellie comes behind you, offering you the bouquet. 

Your eyes shine mesmerized, mesmerized by the proof of her love.

You look at her, at the shine in her dilated pupils, how they look at you. 

She's right. You two are destiny. And your insides are red.

it took so much effort to write this! pls treat her well!

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I had my fair share of faults, yeah, but the way they didn't disclose the whole truth from my end as well was messed up because it framed me like I was some psychotic woman who kept pestering to keep things going 😞 but I'm glad many people finally learnt of the whole truth and I've gained a lot of support and sweetness from the fandom 🥹🩷

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drabble # 3 of hannah’s one hundred drabble challenge : gymrat!sevika after a long day needs to cool down after a workout

content // g!p sev, unprotected piv, cream pie 😛, fem reader, sweat kink, scratching, squirting, round two & shower sex implied

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You know how she gets about the gym. Overly enthusiastic with her little protein shake that you’ve gotten up early in the morning to make for her (she hates making her own) and her tanktop soaked in sweat. You don’t know how she does that—you’d expect someone who’s just gotten back from the gym to at least smell the part. She smells so good even when she’s slick with sweat, hair sticking to her temple.

“Hey, babe,” she mumbles as she walks past you, smacking your ass on her way.

You jump a little, “oh, hey… lookin’ good.”

“Good?” She scoffs, “I just got back from the gym.”

“I know,” you walk over to her, throwing both arms over her shoulders, “smell so good too.”

“I smell sweaty,” she laughs and holds your waist with both hands, squeezing gently, “sleep well, pretty?”

“Mmm, would’ve been better if I woke up to cuddles,” you pout.

“My bad, baby.”

You trace her bicep with one manicured finger, “you wanna come make up for it?”

Sevika raises a brow, knowing fully well where you’re trying to go with this. Her hand drops under your ass, grabbing the undersides of your thighs. She picks you up with ease, shifting you to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“So needy so early in the mornin’,” she grunted, rubbing her clothed dick against the inside of your thigh.

“It’s all your fault. You can’t come in here lookin’ so good and smellin’ so good and not expect me to be drooling all over you.”

“Is that so, princess?”

She pulls the waist of her pants and boxers down just enough to let her cock spring out—the tip leaks precum as she rubs it against your inner thigh. You bite your bottom lip and grab the shaft.

“Mmm, put it inside, baby, you’re supposed to be making up for missed cuddles. Not teasing…”

Sevika chuckles, “my bad, baby.”

At first your tight entrance resists a little but eventually gives away when she pushes in harder. You gasp and let your nails dig into Sevika’s shoulders and back.

“Fuck, baby… so tight.” Sevika pulls you closer, grabbing the edge of the countertop.

She thrusts inside slowly at first, enjoying the way your walls cling onto her length. She’s thick and veiny, the head of it rubbing against your g-spot every time she slams herself all the way inside.

She smells musky, enough to make you cum already. Your legs wrap around Sevika’s waist, bringing her closer.

“O-oh, I missed this,” you moan, nails leaving perfect little streaks of red on Sevika’s skin—not cutting, but enough to leave marks.

“I know, I know,” Sevika pulls you closer in an embrace, her palm on the small of your back, “fuck, squeeze.”

You whine, “I can’t—it’s too much.”

“Sure you can, come on, baby.”

You grip her tighter as your cunt flutters around her big cock, walls clamping around her stubbornly as you clenched. You kiss her, her tongue slipping in your mouth naturally like it’s second nature by now. Your body is buzzing with the need to cum, and it doesn’t help Sevika’s throbbing cock inside you feels so fucking good.

“I can’t,” you whine, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, cum on my dick,” Sevika mutters, holding herself deep inside before you squirt.

It’s a wet gush of liquid that soaks her clothed abs and your body. She moans under her breath as thick ropes of cum fill you up, a tiny bit dripping from the side of her cock as she pulls out and rests her softening length on your body.

“Fuck… you’re so pretty f’me.”

“You wanna hop in the shower together?” You ask.

“That’s just gonna turn into round two,” Sevika says, picking you up regardless.

“Mmm, and you’re saying you hate the idea of that?”

“Fuck, no.”

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REPOST FROM ARCHIVE.

Princess!Reader is secretly engaging in a romantic affair with her dearest Knight!Sevika. But what if the princess is promised to someone else for marriage?

word count: ~ 2.4k words

content: eloping, royal au, knight sev, princess reader, biting, smut, fingering, arranged marriage, angsty, hurt comfort, sevika is so sweet

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“Do you want to come clean to their Majesties?”

You asked her finally. It had been months you both had been sneaking around under the royal guards’ noses— suddenly everything felt like forbidden teenage love. But this was the real world— a place where your decisions and feelings were almost never considered. Sevika, with her loyalty to the crown, couldn’t help hesitating too.

It was a big decision.

“It may cost us everything…”

“I know. A measly scandal won’t chase me to my coffin, but the regret of not doing this now might,” you murmured.

“Don’t say things like that,” Sevika reached one hand up, cupping your face, “if you’re set up with someone, I’m sure they’ll be someone decent.”

“I do not wish to marry any other, Sevika…”

“Then, I will take you away.”

You both paused, stared. Then laughed.

Sevika’s deep, rich laughter died down first.

“… I shouldn’t joke about that,” she said quietly.

You stepped closer anyway. You always did when she tried to retreat into duty.

“Why not?” you asked. “You sounded very certain for someone who claims she knows her place.”

Her jaw tightened. “My place is beside the crown. Yours is on a throne.”

You smiled sadly. “Why should tradition separate us?”

Sevika paused. Then nodded. “You’re right.”

You smiled pleasantly. “Would you want to take this to the bed?”

“You must be quiet,” Sevika slowly rose, one hand pulling you closer on muscle memory for a kiss.

Her tongue moved into your mouth, claiming it. Thrill ran through your veins, hot and ready for her. Sevika moved slowly, she didn’t rush as she guided you towards your bed. She laid you down there, parting your thighs using one calloused hand.

“Oh, you’re so ready for me,” she whispered, before leaning down to press another quick kiss to your lips.

“And it’s all for you. No one else.” You smiled softly.

Sevika’s heart skipped a beat at that. She felt special given the way you always showed your affection to her. It made her feel all giddy and wanted. Your hand slipped into her hair, fingers threading within the dark locks naturally.

“You kiss so well for someone who says she’s never been with a woman before.”

Sevika smirked slightly, “you’re not too much of an amateur yourself, my princess.”

“I try to be interesting,” you giggled.

Things took a pleasant turn after that— court unapproved things. Scandalous things. But you didn’t care. You wanted to be with someone who you loved. Not for someone who was marrying you for pure political demands.

“Sev,” you breathed out her name, “will you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Can you promise you’ll try your best even if things don’t go the way we plan them to once we confess to the court about us?”

Sevika paused as if she was rethinking everything she had done in her life, and maybe even her past lives. Then nodded and said, “yes, my princess. I promise.”

You felt your heart ease, “thank you… I’m so lucky to have you.”

Sevika’s cheeks reddened. “Nonsense. I’m the lucky one.”

She undressed you slowly and gently, being careful of every item of clothing.

You felt her tongue ghost around your bare nipple before she captured it in her mouth. Her teeth grazed it. You gasped.

“D-don’t bite me…”

Sevika grinned a little, grey eyes twinkling with mischief, “you like it when I do that.”

“I do,” you admitted, “I don’t want to rush you, but I’ve been needy,” you said with a subtle grind of your hips upwards.

Sevika smiled softly, “is that so, sweetheart?”

You nodded. She reached her hand down. Big hand cupping your wetness. She rubbed you first, teasingly as if she was testing just how far she could bend your patience till it snapped.

Your legs trembled, lips parting as if you were close to begging but Sevika didn’t push you far enough for that. Although she meant to tease you, her own resolve cracked before yours did.

Thick fingers pushing past your velvety folds as she slowly filled you up. Your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer, kissing her face and peppering her skin with your lipgloss.

“I’ve never needed you more than tonight,” you confessed in a whisper. “Oh, my god. You’re— you always know how to make me feel good.”

“Shhh, my love. It’s okay,” Sevika pushed you down using her torso, “just lay back, and enjoy me.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip, “quietly.”

“Yes, quietly,” Sevika smiled, leaning down and angling her face so she could kiss down the side of your neck.

You felt goosebumps climbing all over your body. “Oh, yes…”

Her fingers pumped inside without breaking, wrist twisting in angles that made her fingers reach deeper than ever. Your eyes rolled back, hands gripping her tightly.

Sweat ran down both your bodies, you swore you were losing your mind. She was too good. She was addictive.

You didn’t want to let this overwhelm you. But it did anyway.

At that point, not even the bitter truth of how this was “taboo” could make you feel displeasured.

You bit down on her shoulder without thinking. It was to muffle your sounds. No one could hear this. No one could hear how you mewled and moaned from your dear Knight’s huge fingers fucking your pussy.

You came undone around her digits before you knew. Sevika slowly pulled herself out, a slow smile coming on her lips.

“I’ll be back later, is that alright?”

You nodded, breathing heavily, “yes… you should go before someone realises you’re not outside the door.”

Sevika didn’t hesitate. She leaned down and kissed your forehead before she cleaned up, and adjusted herself for decent. When she left, your lavish bed chambers felt emptier than ever before. Hollow.

You really were insanely in love with her.

Love that scared you to bits.

You hadn’t expected this to suddenly happen. You and Sevika hadn’t meant to jinx your fates when you both talked about the possibilities of you getting promised to someone.

Now that you were given the news, you didn’t know how to feel anymore.

The parchment trembled slightly in his hands when he offered it, sealed in wax you already recognised.

Blue and gold.

You looked up where Sevika stood by the door, watching the messenger leave quietly. Her lips were pressed in a thin line as if she too was utterly dissatisfied with what was unfolding before her very eyes, but chose to keep her thoughts to herself. You gestured to her to close the door. She did.

“Do something.” You whispered and stepped closer, “anything. Please.”

Sevika looked at you, she opened her mouth like she’d say something but then closed it again. “I… I’m sorry.”

Your arms came around Sevika’s waist and you stayed there, hugging her as you cried against her chest.

Sevika pulled back just enough to look at you. Her brow was furrowed, jaw tight.

“Who is it?” She asked.

You hesitated. “A prince from the eastern coast. House Valemor.” Your fingers clenched. “They say it will strengthen trade routes. Secure alliances. Stabilize the kingdom…”

Sevika scoffed, “stabilize,” her hands gripped your waist, firm but gentle, “and what about you? You’re not a treaty.”

“Apparently I am…”

Sevika didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. She was torn between her loyalty to the crown and her love for you.

That night you couldn’t sleep. You stayed awake, repeating dates to yourself. The marriage was fixed. You couldn’t even look Sevika in the eye anymore.

By the time the wedding vows were exchanged, you were shaking. You clutched the bouquet tightly as you stood there for a bit. You glanced up. There was no sign of Sevika.

That was weird. She was there just a little bit ago…

You waited, and the moment you got the chance— you slipped out from their eyesights. You navigated through the buzzing crowd, heart thrumming hard against your chest.

Sevika. Where was she…?

You reached the courtyard— no sign of her.

Just as you turned back, about to head back inside and accept the cruel reality of your arranged marriage— you saw a shadow by the door. Head slumped, hands tight on their knees as they sat on the bench. Alone.

You approached cautiously as if you were approaching a wounded animal.

You saw it— the salt and pepper hair. You recognised it immediately.

“Sevika…”

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said quietly.

Your chest tightened. “Neither should you.”

“I’m sorry I failed you.”

“You did not,” you stepped closer. “You did all that you could and I’m sorry I have always been spineless and this should be the limit. This should be when you break things off with me because I could not even stop my own—”

“Please, don’t blame yourself,” Sevika finally looked up. Her cheeks were shining with a thin layer of tears under the dull golden torch light, “it was never your fault to begin with.”

“I know, but I could have done something… anything. I don’t want to live like this.”

Sevika fell quiet. She looked away.

“I’m sorry, my princess. You should go back to your…” her voice choked up. She couldn’t complete her sentence.

“Don’t push me away like that,” you took one of Sevika’s hands in both of yours, “tell me truthfully. Do you really… wish to end us?”

“No,” Sevika looked up, eyes gleaming with unshed tears, “but I must.”

“I don’t want to marry him,” you said firmly, “I want to marry you.”

Sevika swallowed thickly. “That would be betraying the crown.”

“Is your loyalty to the crown stronger than your love for me?”

“... No.”

You didn’t say anything. You stared. You waited for her decision.

Sevika sighed. “You drive me crazy sometimes, my princess.”

“I just don’t want to be separated from you.” You said, voice softer now.

Sevika’s gaze flickered, from harsh to instant softness. “Midnight.”

You blinked. “What..?”

“Midnight is when we leave.”

“Leave..?”

“The kingdom. If that is what you want, I will give you a new life and we can start fresh.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. I’ve already memorized the guard rotations. Stable boys change at the third bell. The east post leaves a blind spot just long enough.” She paused. “I didn’t plan to use that knowledge like this. But here we are.”

“If we do this… there’s no coming back.”

“I know,” she said gently. “No crown. No titles. No protection. Just me.”

“I don’t need the crown, nor the title,” you leaned closer, lips hovering over hers, “just you…”

“You should not be kissing me when wearing someone else’s ring.”

“We both know he doesn’t matter to me.”

And she didn’t need anything more.

She kissed you, pushing you against the stone wall as she kissed you deeper.

Midnight, it was…

-

You heard the subtle knock on your window first. You quickly opened the glass, “is it time?”

“Yes, come here.”

Sevika helped you down, her bigger arms easily carrying you down to the second phase.

“Tiny jump from here,” she murmured so low only you could hear her.

“We have to jump?” you asked, voice trembling, giving away your fear of heights.

Sevika smiled slightly, it wasn’t teasing, it was affectionate. “Yes, amor. Would you prefer I carry you?”

You nodded, “yes, please.”

“Alright then,” her one arm slid under both your knees and the other under your back.

Your arms wrapped around her neck, anchoring yourself against her strong buff frame.

“Ooh… you’re so strong…” you whispered.

Sevika’s smile widened. You were clearly feeding her ego, she murmured, “we have to hurry.”

You kissed her cheek, holding her tightly as she navigated the way with hawk-like silver eyes. It was long, and your heart was thudding in your chest loudly. You craned your head around, trying to see behind.

“Sev… I’m scared.” You finally murmured, burying your face into her chest.

“Of what?” She asked.

“What if they chase us?” You mumbled into her chest.

“Don’t curse us,” Sevika said, although she didn’t sound serious.

“Sorry… I’m just scared.”

“Which is entirely valid.” Sevika glanced down at you, “but we’re going to be fine.”

“They won’t chase us,” she said again, quieter this time, like she was convincing herself as much as you. “By the time they realize you’re gone, we’ll be past the outer ridge.”

You peeked up at her, eyes shiny. “And if they do?”

Sevika’s jaw tightened. “Then I’ll do what I’ve always done. Protect you.”

“You’re… you mean everything to me.”

“As do you to me.”

You smiled despite your fears and stayed there, arms wrapped around her. “Are you… is this straining you? I could walk—”

“I prefer this.”

“Oh, okay, then,” you said, feeling giddy despite yourself. Your heart fluttered at her words and willingness to carry you throughout the journey.

Sevika took you down a corridor you’d never been in before. She walked slowly, clutching you in her arms as if you were something precious which you very much were. She peeked ahead first just to ensure the routes were clear, and just as she had calculated it was deserted.

The moonlight washed over both of you as she made it out of the castle. Carefully, she descended down the stone steps and towards a black horse that awaited both of you.

First, she gently set you up, making sure you were comfortable before she climbed on behind. Her chest was right behind your back. You leaned back slowly.

“Oh my god. We’re really doing this.”

“Yes, we are. Are you sure you want to?”

You didn’t answer immediately. You remember your mother. Your father. The throne. The crown. The courtly duties.

Then, the marriage. The pressure. The illusion of luxury and happiness.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

Sevika leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your temples, “I am beyond proud of you.”

Your chest warmed. “Thank you…”

Sevika smiled, giving you a moment to cherish the few seconds of recognition before she held the reins, “let’s go.”

“Let’s…”

Wind whipped past both your faces. You took a deep breath. The scent of grass, rain and something you couldn’t name. Perhaps freedom.

You laughed softly once you both arrived outside the gates. The horse never stopped. You turned your head around just enough to catch sight of the castle disappearing in the night fog, crowned in moonlight. So beautiful yet so cold.

“If you wish to turn back now, I swear I will take you,” Sevika said.

You held the saddle tighter, “I don’t wish that. I wish to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

By dawn, the kingdom would wake to a missing princess.

But you would wake beside Sevika.

And for the first time, the future wouldn’t be written for you.

It would be yours.

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