Request 1: i was thinking if you could write something like jinx using her shimmer speed for fucking?
Request 2: If you still take requests, and when you get a chance, could you do a G!P Jinx x fem reader? The scenario I was picturing was that they are cuddling with the reader in Jinx's lap, and the reader is sort of grinding against her as they try and reposition themselves. And they're unaware of what it's doing to Jinx and eventually Jinx has enough and and fucks the reader right then and there.
You finally got Jinx away from her work bench, cuddling for a while now, you straddling her lap while your head rested in the crook of her neck. You loved cuddling with her, inhaling her beautiful scent. In moments like this even Jinx was calm, not being her usual bubbly self. The only thing that you could hear was her calm breathing and feeling her hand caress up and down your back. Jinx showing affection like this is a rare thing so you enjoyed every second.
„I love you.“ You whispered, your breath tickling her a little, she pressed a kiss on your forehead. „I love you too.“ You loved hearing her say that, slightly shifting on her lap to reposition yourself a little, feeling how Jinx‘s body tensed up but she didn’t say anything yet. You did move again, your crotch grinding against hers and you leaned up to have a better view of her now, you could see her cheeks being flushed red and her expression showing a little bit of weakness. You didn’t think about anything not innocent so you didn’t really understand why she looked at you like this.
„What? You okay?“ You giggle innocently, placing a soft kiss on her lips, as you do so you shifted again. „Ngh…fine that’s enough.“ Jinx groaned as she flipped you over, now being on top of you as she pushed you into the mattress. „Don’t you think I noticed this?“ She grumbled as her hands pinned yours down, she was being serious but you still didn’t get it. „Noticed what? We were cuddling.“ You mentioned and she let out a little sigh before pressing her clothed crotch against yours, making you feel her bulge.
Your cheeks instantly heat up, surprised by her getting excited so fast. „I-…I didn’t think you would get that hard because of a little shifting.“ Your words made her grunt, rolling her eyes annoyed. „Yea sure. You grind against me and think I won’t get hard? Nice try love, I am gonna give you what you deserve for lying to me. You know I hate being lied on.“
Even though you didn’t lie at all to her and just wanted a innocent moment with her without thinking about your own movements and what they would cause, you felt excited to see what she will do to you so you just played along with her. Telling her you didn’t do it on purpose won’t work on Jinx anyways if she is stuck in her own mindset. That’s what you learned about her very fast.
„Mhh…so you wanna put your little brat in her place?“ You just went along with the little game, not knowing what it would cause. „So? You’re so confident aren’t you? Let me fuck that confidence out of you then.“ She said with a husky voice, sitting up to remove her pants to let her hard cock free. Before you could react she grabbed you by your hair, making you sit up and shoved her cock inside of your mouth. „That’s it…use that bratty mouth on me.“ Jinx groaned as she moved her hips, letting her cock slide down your throat, making you gag a little bit on it. You tried your best to please her, letting her go all in and as fast as she wanted, your tongue swirling around her cock, hands placed on her hips to keep you up.
When she had the feeling she shut you up enough, only hearing your muffled moans and looking into your teary eyes, she decided to pull on your hair as she made you lean back a little, her cock and your mouth being connected by a string of your saliva as you looked at her beautiful pink eyes glowing of excitement. „That’s my good girl…I am not planning on giving you the pleasure to swallow it this time. I‘d rather want to make a mess out if you. Brats do deserve that.“ Her smirk was very evil, you knew that look on her face. She really meant what she said.
Jinx removed your pants and panties as well along with your shirt, wanting to have you fully exposed to her, smirking playfully as she gazed down at you, spreading your legs to see you being dripping wet for her. Your own hands move to your breasts, wanting to touch yourself but Jinx didn’t like that idea, giving you a little slap on your wet pussy which made you whine out loudly, whimpering after. „No touching. I am gonna touch you, your hands better stay away if you don’t want me to slap you again.“ She commanded you before adjusting herself properly between your legs, moving her cock inside of you deeply without a warning, making you moan out. „Ah! Fuck Jinx!“
Jinx only smirked playfully at your reaction. „Didn’t I tell you I will fuck the brat out of you?“ She didn’t wait for you to get used to her size as she started thrusting her hips inside of you, both of you ending up being a moaning mess, your tummy making a little bulge each time she thrusted into you made her know she was just hitting the right spot. Her eyes started glowing a lot again, a sign that showed whenever she used her shimmer which made her thrust into you in a inhuman speed, making you moan uncontrollably as your legs clenched around her, reaching your orgasm as your juices spilled all over her cock.
Jinx didn’t think of stopping yet, throwing her head back as she moaned out loudly, little strings of pink light following her eyds as she moved her head back. „J-Jinx! Stop!…I-I can’t-…ahh!“ You try to beg her to stop feeling overstimulated, not even able to form proper words, your whimpering moans cutting of your words. Jinx loved everything about this, looking down at you with such a needy gaze, you were wondering how she could keep herself from cumming.
„Naw…I am sure you can baby. You are my good girl. You can take it.“ She encouraged you, still pounding into you hard and fast, filling up the room with lewd wet sounds. Your juices helping her to slide in even more easier. „Hnng! You are so good for me, taking my punishment so good huh? Yes that’s it, good girl, my good girl.“ She groaned in between her moaning, biting her lower lip, a sign she was close and so were you, cumming again with a whine, your legs trembling underneath her, arching your back, tears of pleasure running down your eyes and finally Jinx reached her high as well, pulling out to cum on your lower tummy, making a mess out of you. „God…so sexy for me…“ She mumbled under her breath, jerking herself off on you before she leaned down, running her tongue along your wet folds, tasting your juices mixed together, feeling you twitch when her tongue reached your clit.
Jinx was satisfied for now, seeing you all done as you are still not ready to form words, being out of breath. „Next time don’t be so bratty and I will cum inside you instead~“ She said with her usual playful voice like she didn’t just dominate you and fucked you breathless.
She positioned herself back beside you, pulling you close to her chest as she began to be her soft, loving self again towards you, whispering so softly to you. „You’re mine, remember that.“ You just nod, feeling your body already feeling sore and she knew that, keeping you close to her until you both eventually fall asleep in each others arms.
CW: 5.1k, gp!Jinx, fear kink, reader is jumpy and easily scared but not oblivious, jacking off, vaginal penetration, creampie, low-key attention starved Jinx, overstimulation, cockwarming, afab reader.
Men and minors do not interact.
Jinx is a prankster. It’s a well-known fact. Don’t fall asleep around her or you’ll wake up with doodles all over your face, don’t tell her about your fears because she’ll use them against you when she’s bored. Don’t’ show too much vulnerability because she will abuse it. That’s just how she is; mostly in good fun…sometimes not so much.
For you, being startled was a daily response. Benign things made you flinch; the harsh and sudden sizzling of neon lights, the sound of a siren in the distance, a glass dropping. But you’d like to believe anyone in your situation would’ve jumped.
You and Jinx becoming roommates was a match made in hell. A bottle of gas next to an open flame.
Jinx is sneaky. Despite her heavy boots and the trinkets hanging from her belt, the bluenette manages to be quiet as a mouse. She catches you off guard, every time.
The first time she scared you, she simply laughed at you. The second too. But third occurrence made her pay attention. You’re jumpy. The sweet kind that pouts after getting surprised. Jinx thought at first it was because of her, wouldn’t be the first time she frightened people, but no. That’s just how you were. Nothing could’ve prepared her for how much she’d enjoy that little quirk.
She couldn’t ignore the growing tinge of satisfaction your fear gave her. And the bluenette wasn’t gentle about it either; well, maybe, to mock you a little bit. You’re her roommate, she should be kinder, but come on, you’re simply too cute to resist.
From dragging her nails down your back when she walked past you, to purposely resting her cold palms on your arms and legs when you least expect it. Sometimes hiding in a room, waiting to corner you. She boasts about it later on, recalling her most successful pranks, the ones where she got you screaming. She took this habit of filming your reactions and snapping pictures with lighting speed, says it’s for “memories”. She makes silly stickers later on to spam in your text messages.
It was adorable, the way you’d jump and let out a little scream of her name; “Jinx! Stop scaring me, it’s not funny.”
Oh, but it was. Hilarious. She teases you about your reactions all the time, mocking stare peering at you through heavy lids, face flushed in amusement. An inexhaustible well of constant entertainment you were. “Say how did you even get this far in life without a heart attack?” Sometimes, her teasing was insistent enough to have some eyes turn to you with concern. You swear it wasn’t bullying, just simple fun between roommates. And it is.
You and Jinx have good relationship, fear factor pushed aside, she’s a sweet girl in the most unconventional of ways. She pays attention to little things you wouldn’t expect a roommate to do. Such as repurchasing your favorite tea when it’s her turn to do the groceries or picking up the laundry for you, she even lights the candles you like at the end of a particularly tiring day and shares her silence with you, which you found out later on was rare.
She lets herself enjoy the peace with you for a few hours before turning off the lights and dropping something to delve back into her favorite routine, your gasps and her laugh.
Jinx revels in your scared expressions. You make it easy too; one could think you do it on purpose. As if you know she likes it so much. The high-pitched lilt in your voice and wide eyes makes her cock strain in her pants. Jinx keeps teasing you, scaring you on purpose. It wasn’t her fault you got her dick jumping like a fucking exclamation mark one flinch at a time. She got warm every time you’d so much as tremble, you have her programmed, attuned to your fear, body tensing like it received a command.
She walks through your shared apartment, halting in her steps when your back face the room, turned towards the sink or bending in front of the fridge, she stares from your shoulders to your calves. It is so easy.
The repetitive nature of your reactions doesn’t bore her. It makes her even hungrier for them. Jinx loves to glide by you, closer than needed, subtly not pressing her half hard on to your ass, cold palms encasing your arms. Then you jump, slightly rubbing on her growing bulge, pulling a less and less concealed groan from her lips.
The few times she’d really frighten you past the point of you simply flinching, she’d murmur a small “sorry” with a big grin on her face, wrapping her arms around you and pushing her head on your shoulder to look at you.
“Aww, don’t be like that.”
And the disappointed, pouty face that she loves so much turns to her. She bites her lip, holding the little delirious laugh of amusement and arousal, hiding her face behind your warm skin.
It is fair to say Jinx enjoys having that power over you. Making you the slightest bit paranoid when you open a door or when the place gets too quiet. She enjoys sitting on the pipes above, where you can’t see and watches you from there. How your neck twists and turns for a pair of magenta eyes looking back at you, maybe a hint of blue. In a way, you started thinking about her as much as she thinks about you.
Her favorite type of pranks are the build-ups. Drop something next to you, turn off the light at random moments, poking you when she walks by. Getting you more and more scared throughout the day, to the grand final blow that would actually get you to scream. Then, she harvests your soft and pliant form, tired from her antics. Jinx embraces you in a comforting attempt, like a thank you for entertaining her, like aftercare.
“You’re so annoying.” You mumbled as she cooed at you, rolling a strand of your hair between her fingers, pulling a little bit.
“T’was a joke toots, you know I wouldn’t hurt ya. Hmm?”
By that time, her dick is rock hard, pushing painfully on the zipper of her pants. She swiftly leaves after patting you on the head, one of the only times she actually leaves you alone to jerk off the ache between her legs.
Anyone would get frustrated by that behavior, complaining about a lack of maturity, or her desperate need for attention all the time; but you didn’t. You were patient with her, rolling your eyes, bottom lip pushed up, sighing, but never berating. She started seeking out that soft, exhausted look just as much as your scared one.
Jinx jacks herself off at the thought of your pretty face scrunched up in fear, the little screams coming from your mouth, your trembling shoulders. It’s fucked up and she knows it. And still, she imagines other ways to scare you, something that would really get you going. Her arousal grow as she pictures the micro expressions of panic you had. She lays in bed at night, scheming on your behalf, riling herself up in the process.
When she needs the extra stimuli or feels nostalgic towards her best works, she pulls out her phone with a trembling hand, sliding the other one down her underwear with urgency. She opens the favorite folder on her phone. A wide assemblage of her mischiefs. Videos of you, pictures, voice recordings. Some of those featuring only you looking around with an air of worry. Foreplay.
She progresses down in her depraved gallery; her own giggling and huffing as an introduction. Then, you come into the frame; “Jinx! Stop that!” She matches the ragged breathing coming from her earphones as she got closer. You say her name again, voice high pitched by fear and embarrassment. Her hand tenses, closed in a tight fist around the pink flushed tip, milky goop gathering at the top making her fingers slippery.
“Hmff-”
Jinx bites the fabric of her shirt, grasping onto her own cock tight enough to cause pain. Not yet, not yet, not yet. She skims through other videos, she zooms in on your face, hums at the worry in your gaze as if you could answer through the phone. Jinx scrolls down, keeping a slow and tight rhythm on herself, prolonging it.
She hears your off tune singing first; yes, one of her favorites. You’re bending down in front of the small fridge, your ass comes into view on the screen, fabric tight around your flesh, thighs pressed together, fuck, she wants to shove her dick in there so badly. Your hips slightly sway, lost in one of those bubble pop songs you love so much. Jinx fantasized far too many times about taking you right there, kicking your legs open and pushing herself deep inside you. She’s entranced by the sight, low lidded eyes staring at the pixels with need and hunger. Her jaw relaxes, hypnotized from the screen, she drools on her own shirt, rubbing her shaft in slow strokes, building up the pleasure, taking things gently. Like she would with you. Harshly at first, get you all jumpy and scared, then mellowed out, exhausted and fucked out. Her closed fist shakes, she imagines what you’d feel like around her. The perfect fit, maybe a bit too tight, making both you and her gasp; your eyes turning to her as she pushes more of herself inside you.
Jinx sucks in her stomach, holding a breath, trembling fingers gripping on herself, she slides down slowly and back up, hold…back down. She doesn’t want to ruin it. Pixel you turn around and jump, hitting your head on the top of the fridge. Jinx is moaning again, hips pushing upwards, the soles of her feet planting on the mattress as she flicks her wrist in quick motions. Muffled whines break the heavy silence, staring into your eyes through the phone.
“Jinx!”
Thick globs of cum shoots from her cock, her eyes close, engraving that image of you, skin slapping against her palm, going soft by the seconds, but she pushes and push, until it becomes borderline painful. She bites down harder on the shirt, teeth grinding, her chest heaves, her body falls back onto the mattress. Jinx keeps her eyes closed, grasping onto the vision, your screams turning into moans, pleasure mixing in with fear, shaking against her from too much at once.
She lay limp in the bed, the post nut clarity starting to hit her. Jinx is not one to feel shameful, the fantasy follows her, now you’re holding her, still trembling, softened, tired, just as she is right now. Her hand opens in a sharp, mechanic movement from staying too long in the same position. She looks down at the mess she’s made with drowsy eyes. Her phone lights her side, screen frozen in a still of your face. She grabs a tissue and wipes the soft member resting on her thigh.
As stealthy as she was, Jinx definitely gave herself more credit than she’s due. The girl wasn’t subtle. You could feel the bulge pressing halfway on your butt. The dilation of her pupils when she meets your scared eyes and the feral smile that stretched across her face. You caught on the way she’d try to fix her pants discreetly when you flinched at random noises. Jinx likes fear, or maybe just your fear.
Her reactions to yours were nothing short of addictive. For someone usually so guarded, the bluenette felt safe enough around you to exist in her own fantasies. Your eyes dragging on her figure were simply because you were wary, she thought. A poor attempt at trying to prepare yourself for the next prank. Jinx didn’t notice how you swiftly checked her crotch when she sat down, nor the way you’d arched just a bit closer when she slid behind you. She was teasing and didn’t even know it. So, you decided to take a page from her book. And started scheming.
“Hey Jinx? You want to watch a movie tonight?”
She doesn’t miss the slight ominousness in your voice, interest pricks at her eyebrows. You wait a few seconds; one, two, three, four-
“Dibs on the first one.”
You both smile at each other.
She’s going for a horror movie, full of jump scares and gore. One that will have you leap off the couch.
You bet she’ll pick something scary. One that will get her dick hard right next to you.
You sit on the couch, grabbing the bucket full of popcorn, and let her pick the movie. Jinx pretends to read the synopsis; horror, no surprise.
Of course, it’s no fun if the lights are on. You’re immersed in semi darkness with the grim title card on the screen. You glance at your roommate; she meets you halfway with a grin and an eyebrow raise. “Scared already?”,her gaze seems to say, but you smile back innocently.
You have to give it up to Jinx, she knows movies just as well as she knows you by now. The scares aren’t stereotypical, they’re on the quiet side, relying on you being attentive and paranoid. The infrasound is a constant rumble, permeating the tension. Heartbeat steadily fast like wings flapping, anticipation rises in you, both from the screen and the girl sitting next to you. The knowledge of her growing arousal next to you sends rushes of warmth to your lower belly. You give a small look towards Jinx, specifically at the comfy dark sweatpants she’s wearing. Slightly large around her thin waist and failing just right on the round plushness of her hips. She’s manspreading, as usual, the fabric tenting right above her stomach creating a little space between her skin and the clothing, perfect spot to slip your hand in. What would she do if you put your hand in right now? If you do right after you jump, when she’s hard. Your mind drifts, what does she look like down there? Pink or purple? Thick or thin and long? How hairy is she? Does she shave or trim? You’ve caught the blue hairy line on her navel once.
When did you become so obsessed with her dick? Her lack of restraint perhaps or that, for once, it felt nice to have something that she couldn’t use against you. The sudden screech of a violin raises your shoulders, head snapping back at the television. Next to you, Jinx shifts, a barely audible sigh coming from her.
The movie progresses, snatching a few winces out of you, Jinx savors each of them. Glances here and there and moments when she plainly stares, waiting for a reaction as you pretend not to notice it. But you’re hyperaware of Jinx, her sighs and held back breaths are like music to your ears. She fixes the band of her sweatpants far too many times.
Towards the end, she’s hugging a pillow, leaning on the opposite side of the couch and you’re rubbing your thighs together, remaining somewhat composed. The soundtrack restarts and you sit in the dark, without a single word.
Usually, Jinx would take it as an opportunity to scare you. You brace yourself for a cold touch that doesn’t come. Instead, you hear her deep breaths that could almost be mistaken for relaxation if you didn’t know better. The credits roll, which you both fake strong interest in. Jinx is abnormally quiet, you want to taunt her more. A wicked smile makes it way over to your lips.
“Can I pick my own now?” You ask her, purposefully making your voice softer.
Jinx hums, not bothering with a verbal answer.
You pretend to search through, like she did earlier.
“Oh, what’s this?” You click on the cover of some all-black picture with a gory silhouette. You can feel the way Jinx straightens next to you.
“You sure?” Her voice is raspier than usual, tainted by the mechanical breaths she tries to pass off as natural.
You roll your eyes, turning to her with a little smile and a shrug of your shoulder.
“I don’t know, what do you think?” Batting your eyelashes at her. “Should I go for something else?” You caress her with your words, tilting your head.
The exaggerated sweetness of your tone doesn’t fool her; her eyes meet yours. Jinx looks puzzled until a slow grin overtakes the bottom of her face, taking your sudden bravery as mean to impress her. She pushes her lower lip, “Go ‘head jumpy, I’ll get my phone ready.”
The most recent horror addition starts with loud music, and you flinch, attention diverting back and forth in rapid successions, the screen, Jinx. Your roommate cackles openly, hiding the flush of her cheeks behind her palm. It’s a shaky bet.
A few minutes into the storytelling, you gaze at her again, Jinx is on her phone, eyes flying up to the television a few times, but mostly to you, she’s surprised to catch you looking.
“Don’t tell me you’ve seen this one too.”
The lazy smirk on her lips is enough of an answer.
“That’s not fair, you can’t get scared from something you already watched.”
“I don’t get scared period.” She brags.
She’s sitting on the opposite side of the couch, back resting on the plush fabric, legs spread and a pillow strategically placed on her crotch. Looking completely unbothered by the gory introduction scene, slightly flushed from her fear fed erection and most of all, deeply oblivious of your own awareness to her little schemes.
You act on impulse, slowly creeping closer to her, pretending to be terrified. Jinx tense, groans held in the back of her throat every time you lean on her. The sight is one to revel in. She breathes heavy next to you, a bit jerky. As you witness her state, you start to understand how she got addicted to scaring you in the first place.
The movie reaches a peak nearing the end and you’ve fully leaned on Jinx’s side, letting yourself get immersed in the story enough to flinch. She’s completely still, there’s a permanent frown on her face, nose scrunched in restraint. Her knuckles have whitened around the cushion from how hard she’s clutching it. Gosh, you’re killing her. Her dick is going to explode if she stays there any longer; you’re so close, jittering on her. She can’t even stand up lest she wants you to face the very apparent effect your fear has on her.
“Jinx?” Your ever sweet voice interrupts her pained contemplation, she’s not even watching the movie anymore, way too conscious of you instead.
“What?” She immediately regrets the harshness that seeped into her tone when your eyebrows lift up with fake innocence. As much as she likes you scared, she doesn’t want you sad. “Yes, what?” She repeats, softer.
You smile, tilting your head to her shoulder. You really are a total sweetheart, patient, even through her bullshit. If you weren’t such a turn on for her, she’d maybe calm down on the pranks.
“Are you hard right now?”
Huh?
Her train of thoughts is interrupted when she turns to you. Sweet? Looking, soft as ever you. And…
“Must be so painful for you by now.” You smile. “Unless…you already came in your pants?”
She looks at you with disbelief, showing more of the white around her irises. Is she hallucinating? You shift closer, pushing out a breath from her lips. The soft smile clashes against the lust in your eyes. Her thighs jerk when your palms gently slide over her knees, warmth seeping through her already burning lower half. Nope; very real.
“You always have your fun with me, mocking me, scaring me on purpose. Whole time, it was for your little dick fest…”
Jinx chuckles breathily. “Yeah. Your cute face is hot when scared, so what?” Not letting you enjoy the full scope of her shock.
She quips back, her tone shaky from the strong mix of contradictions.
Your hands slide higher up her thighs and under the pillow she’s fiercely holding, eclipsing the remnants of surprise she has left. Jinx hisses, clutching the fabric at the need, you look up at her. She could cum just from that sight. She realizes where the odd sweetness came from. The reason why you didn’t complain when she put on a horror movie. Jinx lets out a frenzied laugh; you’re exactly like her, maybe you’ve been arousing her all this time on purpose, you minx.
“What are you gonna do about it?” She pants, her figure following yours.
“Hmm...I have a few ideas.”
“Put something on.” Jinx eagerly utters.
Your hands come to a halt, fingers halfway under the elastic of her pants, pressed against her stomach. It trembles under her chuckles.
“You want my dick? Put some scary shit on.”
She looks at you with a smile. Your eyes drift down again, the pillow now askew, you see the bulge underneath it raising the fabric, you swallow the saliva that has pooled into your mouth, throat dry in anticipation. Annoyance sparks in you; seriously? She licks her lips and nods. Your shaky hand picks the remote, “Which one?”
“Whichever you want.” She purrs.
As if you had a choice in the matter. You do, but also, fuck her for that. You pick a random one, amongst the firsts that pop up.
“Happy now?”
She juts her head towards the movie, inciting you to watch it. You oblige, the desire coursing through your veins making you obedient even to the silliest requests. Jinx comes closer, her arms encircle you, the cold making you flinch and look for her, vision altered by the darkness surrounding you. When you try to face her, she puts a hand under your chin, turning you back to the TV.
“Nuh-huh, I want you to watch.” She breathes on your nape “Look at it.”
There’s a woman on the screen, walking through a dark forest looking disoriented and covered in blood. You hear shuffling behind you, shaky breaths. It’s cruel of her, but you force yourself to watch, keeping your eyes on the screen, only catching glimpses of Jinx in your peripheral.
The bluenette lays you down, and you let her, she slides her cushion under your hips and grasp at your shorts. You look a second time and she stops.
“Come on sweet girl, don’t make us wait.”
You whine impatiently, facing that boring scene again.
The bluenette grins at your irritation, your eagerness feeding hers. She pulls your shorts down very slowly, cackling at the frustrated raise of your hips to facilitate the task. Once the clothes hit the floor, she swallows thickly, peering down between your legs, voracious eyes gobbling up the sight.
Jinx holds the back of your knees and rests them on her toned thighs, spreading your legs. Your arousal glistens in the low light, making her mouth water. She folds her pointer, sliding her knuckle between your labia, you shudder and look at her, she smiles. You’re drenched, leaving wetness on her finger. She uses her middle finger pointer to spread you apart, the small strings of slick separates, she licks her lips to keep the drool from rising. Her thumb teases your clit, watching your reactions, your eyes are not on her, obediently watching the movie, but your face is so expressive, eyebrows furrowed, nostrils flaring and lips parted for the barely audible whimpers. Pretty. Jinx slowly turns her hand, reaching deeper inside you, soft flesh constricting and swallowing her fingers with ease. You’re so warm, the moan rise in her throat at the contact, almost folding over. You’re going to kill her. She’s not going to last long she can already tell. She makes gentle pumping motions, prepping you for her, small whines leave her lips, eyes traveling between your pussy and your face, not knowing which one to focus on.
A few minutes later and Jinx can’t resist it any longer, she licks her fingers clean and lowers her sweatpants and her underwear with it, her dick spring out cartoonishly, swollen and angry red tip almost hitting her belly button. She spits on her palm and strokes herself with her wet hand, directing it at your cunt.
Her tip rubs your clit in soft, quick moves, rushing moans out of you both, you stare at the screen with wide eyes, not wanting her to stop.
“Keep watching,” she orders you, sliding her dick lower. She looks at the screen; a familiar character popping up, she’s seen this one as well. The bluenette ceases her movements, she waits, her tip just nudging your entrance. It’s quiet again. Apprehension builds and the screen darkens, Jinx holds her breath, looking at you.
“Jinx, what are you-Angh!”
She rams into you at the same time the music picks up. You flinch and she moans in return. Jinx freeze. Her head bobs down at the sight of your overfilled cunt, a raspy curse leave her lips. Nails dig into the fat of your hips as she slides out and back in again. She shivers at the sheer sensation of you around her.
Then, Jinx keeps going, quick snaps of her hips meeting yours, head thrown back in a loud whine when you clench around her. She fits snugly, your body accommodating to her girth, sucking her greedily. A sudden appearance on the screen shakes your shoulders once more and she feels you clenching again, nearly leaving her winded. The rough and fast rhythm knocks the wind out of you, sharp inhales taken after each of her thrusts, the screen in front of you displays a chase scene, adrenaline rising both in you and the fictional character. Jinx fills you up completely, almost too much, the tender skin between your thighs stretching just for her as she pushes harshly and voraciously for more of your cunt. Her left hand holds your hip while the other is spread on your stomach, feeling each thrust under your skin. Jinx is greedy, pressing the furthest she can inside you like she wants you to swallow her whole.
Jinx keeps her eyes on your body, splayed for her own pleasure; tits bouncing and chest shaking from the quickness of her actions. She bites down on her lip to hear you. Her eyes are glued to you, to the way you look to her and the television in small frantic looks, your sexed agog gaze pulls a low noise from her throat
She grabs your hips, tilting them higher, closer to her own. You scream when she suddenly reaches deeper, hitting the spongy spot inside of you, tensing your legs on each side of her waist, toes digging in the arm of the couch.
“Oh my g-ugh! Jinx, Jinx!”
That’s it, her favorite sound. She loves when you scream her name like this, your voice high from sensory overload. When you’re losing your mind, all because of her.
“Yeah? Here?” She insists, sending a particularly rough thrust, keeping you almost flush against her.
Jinx drills into you, animalistic groans leaving her lips as she feels herself growing closer to her peak. Lithe arm wraps around you waist, nimble fingers reaching down; her pointer rubbing at your clit in quick, clumsy movements. You cry out, body arching in overstimulation. Jinx lowers herself towards you, grabbing your cheeks and making you face her.
“Let me see, lemme see it.” She pants on your face.
Her face is slightly blurry despite the closeness, her eyes glow in the sterile lighting of the movie. She smiles against your face, the tip of her nose hitting yours.
“Like tha-t, k-keep looking at me.”
That look in your eyes, wide and hyper focused, entrancing just like fear, maybe even more appetizing… her stomach tenses, her hips lock, trembling knees dig into the plush surface.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whines, small girlish whimpers leave her lips as she tries to hold in the orgasm.
She doesn’t cease her movements on your clit, her touch electric. Her body clings to yours, weak pumping motions as she attempts to keep going through her climax, moving back just as she feels herself about to cum, the sudden glint of clarity in her eyes.
“K-Keep goin-” You tell her.
Another tap to your bundle of nerves, you moan legs locking around her hips. Jinx lets out something akin to a cry as she pushes further, grasping onto the high for as long as she can. The orgasm hits all your senses at once, blinding white, you don’t hear yourself, but she does, and it’s the last push she needs. Jinx lets out a choked moan, shaky fingers replaced by the palm of your hand as she press against your clit.
“Fuck, I love that face, I love y-ugh!”
She holds you flush to her, emptying herself inside of you in burning spurts filling you to the brim.
The small window next to the television is open, letting in the fresh air and the faraway sounds of the city. The television screen displays an old episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark?
Jinx drags her nose between your shoulder blades releasing a weight sigh. Her hand resting on your abdomen stiffens every few seconds, her skin sticks to yours, exhaling loudly.
The bottle of water she gave you now is half full on the table, an opened pack of saltines and jam pot abandoned on the coffee table.
Jinx shifts behind you, her gesticulation is maddening against your sensitive lower half.
“Stop moving.” You whine tiredly.
“C-can’t, it’s too tight in there.”
“Then pull ou-”; “No.” She voices firmly.
You roll your eyes with fondness and exasperation.
The comfortable silence is broken by the ringing sound of an ambulance driving by your building. You shiver in her arms, jerkily rising up. Force of habit. Jinx giggles behind you, patting your stomach affectionately.
“Just a siren, jumpy.”
A few seconds later, you feel her harden inside of you, hipbones pushing on your butt doing a small forward movement automatically. Her hand glides down, hooking around your thigh.
“Wanna go again?”
[jumpy gals arise, I feel like a fainting goat sometimes.]
[I wanted to do a fully clueless reader at first but I’m too much of a freak to not play with the reversals.]
SYNOPSIS: Abby is obsessed with you, the pretty dog trainer that spends most of her time in the kennels and listening to audio books. She knows there's something special about you, but she didn't know how special... Why did no one tell her from the beginning?
WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, blood and gore, stitches, Soft!Abby, assertive!reader, honestly pretty tame
A/N: There will be another part to this! Next will be NSFW but enjoy some pining for now! I had this idea years ago and I just now found the motivation to finish it! ENJOY!
Everyone knew who you were at the WLF stadium. New recruits were almost unheard of and to say everybody was suspicious of you was a gross understatement. No one truly knew how long you had been here, but now that you were just starting to make yourself known, everyone thought you were fresh blood. Whispers circled around the base like wildfire and the scrutiny you faced on a daily basis was debilitating. However, you stood strong against adversary and blocked out the rumors of how you got here and why Issac let you in.
You didn’t speak to anybody, and in turn, hardly anyone spoke to you except to swear when you got in the way, or when you simply worked in your section of the stadium. You were not a soldier and weren’t meant for field work, so when Issac offered you a chance to work in the walls, with the dogs, you jumped at the opportunity.
Of course, even in the pens, you weren’t safe from the ugly words of the soldiers that came by to sign out their designated canines for patrol routes. And on this particular day, you were working with one of your favorite dogs, a sweet German shepherd named Alice.
Alice belonged to a very particular crew that had grown attached to her loyalty and smarts, just as much as you had. You were going through basic commands with the canine, the bag of treats on your hip as you directed her into a sitting position and then commanded her to stand.
You knew you had an audience, but you ignored it as you gave Alice one of the small biscuits and then crouched down, snapping your fingers and commanding “front”. The canine immediately jumped into action, sliding between your legs and standing strong while looking up at you. The brush of the dog against your legs made you smile as you offered another biscuit and gently scratched behind her ears.
“Aww, good girl! Look, you are so smart!” You praised, Alice drinking it up happily as she rolled over and showed her belly to you for rubs, You scratched at her chest and ruffled the fur on her neck before hearing the gate unlock behind you.
“Hola, señorita,” You heard that Spanish accent behind you and immediately stood up slightly straighter, stepping to the side and telling Alice to heel next to you. “Is she ready for work?”
“Make sure not to overwork her, Manny,” You stated plainly, almost with no feeling. “She’s still recovering and needs a short route to be one hundred percent.”
“Aye, lo siento,” Manny apologized with genuine sincerity. “As I’ve stated before, it was an accident that I have paid for—”
“Letting her get into your half-closed liquor is not something to be taken lightly,” You snapped. Alice noticed your tone and immediately lay down on her belly, panting in the slight heat but to also show uneasiness. “I’ve treated lots of illnesses in these canines, but never alcohol poisoning.”
“Don’t worry about Alice,” Another voice piped up and you directed your attention in the area it sounded from. “I’ll make sure she’s safe today. She won’t be alone with him for a second.”
The tone and deep rumble of the woman made you relax, and you gave a click of your tongue towards Alice. The canine responded and stood up, running to the woman across the pen that was Manny’s patrol partner. “Thank you, miss Anderson.”
“Of course, thank you Abby,” Manny jeered. No doubt that he was rolling his eyes at the tone shift from you and you smiled ever so slightly before turning back around and going about your day like nothing happened. Hard to go on when your favorite soldier stopped by and made your heart flutter in your chest… But there’s no way she thought of you outside the pens. Why would she? What would she want with the blind dog trainer?
By the time the group returned, Abby had noticed you weren’t in the pens. Which was odd because you worked the longest hours, even longer than her sometimes. Confusion was written on her features as she returned Alice to the kennels and looked around behind the person at the sign-out counter.
“Lookin’ for something?” The girl at the front inquired. When Abby said your name, the girl sighed and rubbed at her temple. “She broke up a fight about an hour ago… She’s in the infirmary gettin’ stitches.”
“Shit, is it bad?” Abby said with far too much worry in her voice for comfort. When the woman shrugged as if she didn’t know or care, Abby scoffed and left the area. There was something that grated on her nerves about the entire situation, and the worry that set in was a new kind of irritation. Why did she care about you so much? She’s spoken to you maybe seven times the entire time you had shown up in the last 2 months?
Well, in lamest terms, Abby couldn’t help but be slightly infatuated with you… You had a way with animals that she had never seen before. Your kindness for all the living creatures in the stadium always went above and beyond for what she was used to. And you seemed like you knew animals better than other people. You were cold and distant with humans, but warm and friendly to the dogs in the kennels.
It also didn’t help that Abby thought you were hot. You weren’t muscular like she was, or skinny and lean like most of the women at the stadium. Abby noticed that you carried more weight than others, but it wasn’t in a bad way. Especially when she caught herself staring at your tits when you wore low cut shirts and noticed streaks of dirt on your cleavage from the dogs that always jumped on you.
You were Abby’s type, through and through. Thick thighs, soft tummy, squishy breasts, everything she drooled about on her own time and when alone. And now she was left with the dilemma of deciding to go to the mess hall with her team, or visit the infirmary and check on you…
Fuck the team. Abby couldn’t live with the worry that was eating her brain.
“You may want to look away for this,” The medic stated, making you give them an expression of utter disbelief at the choice of words. “I am so sorry, it was a force of habit—”
“Do you want me to turn my head? Would that freak you out less?” You teased the woman that chuckled nervously and slowly pushed the needle into the bite marks on your arm and injected the numbing agent. You felt blood pool onto the table and seep into the sterile towels under your arm. Across your forearm sat large, jagged puncture wounds in the shape of canine teeth.
One of the newer dogs got anxious when she heard a whistle and went into attack mode almost instantly. She snapped at one of the older canines that was lying around in the pen and when you heard the commotion, instinct took over. However, the older canine was immediately jumping offensive and sunk his teeth into your forearm. And the second he realized his mistake; he released and flopped down onto his belly like he was afraid of you reacting negatively.
You had no ill will towards the dog and immediately dragged the young female back inside away from the old male and took yourself to the infirmary with your shirt wrapped around your arm to stop the bleeding as best you could.
The stitches weren’t hard to endure. You had so many over the years that you could handle stitches better than almost anything. Even popping your shoulder into place hurts more than the needles. But you’d never get used to the way your flesh was pulled together. The numbing agent couldn’t stop the odd tugging sensation you felt when the thread was knotted.
You completely zoned out as she stitched up your arm, not realizing you were staring off towards the entrance and your other senses dulled for a second before you heard a familiar voice echoing in the medical unit.
“Hey, I heard you got in a fight?” Abby teased slightly. You chuckled and gave a little nod. “Jeez, well looks like you lost, huh?”
“It wasn’t a fair fight, the other guy had some massive teeth,” You joked, leaning on your other arm as you tried to relax. But now that Abby was near you, your heart began to beat a little faster and it made the bleeding in your arm slightly worse. “What are you doing here though, miss Anderson?”
“Abby, please,” When her hand gently touched your shoulder, you jumped slightly and it made Abby jump in the process, her hand flexing on your bare skin and making a shiver go down your spine. Holy fuck, her hand was calloused and warm. And it was huge… How big was she? “Was worried about you, kennel girl.”
“What a charming nickname,” You rolled your slightly clouded eyes and felt the medic tighten another stitch, making your skin crawl at the feeling. “Why worry about lil’ old me, Abby? I’m not anything special.”
“I beg to differ,” Abby took up the space next to you, watching the stitching process and noticing your fingers twitch slightly at every tug of your skin and resisted the urge to reach for your other hand in the process. “I mean, I know that stitches suck and it’s not fun to sit through so I figured I could be moral support.”
“Well, that’s nice of you,” You smiled, genuine and warm, making her stomach twist inside of her body as you stared down directly as the medic stitched up a particular gruesome puncture wound. Abby shuddered at the sound of the needle going into your flesh and gaped when you didn’t react in the slightest.
“I’m impressed your doing so well,” She said, her braid sliding off her back and down her shoulder, brushing against your arm. “I couldn’t even watch them stitch up my cut finger, let alone my whole damn arm.”
“Eh, seen nothing once, seen nothing a thousand times before.”
Abby raised a brow in confusion. “Nothing? You seeing the same bite I’m seeing?”
The laugh you let out had the medic halting her work for a second as you turned your head, but you weren’t looking into Abby’s eyes. Instead, you were looking down at where her nose was on her face, and it wasn’t until that moment that Abby noticed the slight cloud in your irises and around your pupils, along with the scarring around your eyes.
“You can’t be seriou— Abby, I’m blind,” You stated with a chuckle.
The blonde was at a complete loss for words, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at yours. Humor played on all your features as the medic finished your stitches and began to wipe the blood off your skin, meticulously wrapping your arm with rolled gauze. And the entire time, you didn’t turn your head once. Abby suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
“You— You can’t see anything?”
You shrugged slightly, rolling your shoulder. “Some shapes, and colors usually. But beyond that, nothing. Never seen what you look like, never seen what Manny looks like, I only know what the dogs look like because I work with them all day and I become familiar with their faces through touch. It’s how we desensitize them.”
“So, you recognize through touch?” Abby said softly as she could see your fingers twitching. Very cautiously, she reached for your wrist on your uninjured arm and spread out your fingers. “You can see, or feel, what I look like?”
“…May I?” You asked softly. Abby responded by gently placing your hand on her chest and you inhaled sharply, fingers tensing up as you slid your hand up slowly across her body. It rubbed along her shoulder and then down her bicep where you almost whined at the muscle under your touch. Solid, strong, and wide. Like a fucking python under your grasp.
Your hand slid up over her shoulder again, across her neck, and to her jaw where Abby shuddered at your touch to her face, leaning against your touch and closing her eyes. Fingertips traced along her cheekbone and down her nose. You paused at the bump on the bridge of her nose before sliding up and tracing a small scar on her face and then between her eyebrows. When you reached her hairline, Abby gripped at the edge of the medical cot, feeling your touch go down her scalp and grasp the braid in your hand all the way to the end of the meticulously weaved hair.
Abby was in almost trance and when you spoke, she resisted the urge to whine. “I was right. You are attractive.”
It was like a record skipped inside of her head. The blonde paused, not saying anything for many seconds, before she responded with a very dumb sounding “Huh?”
Almost instantly, your hands pulled away from her face, and you chuckled nervously, turning away to try and hide the way your face was heating up. Even if you couldn’t see it, you knew Abby could and you wouldn’t ever live it down.
“W-Well, I uhm,” You jumped from the bench, your hip connecting with the medical tool cart and knocking the instruments to the floor. The crashing sound echoed in the tent, and you flinched, scratching the back of your neck to try and calm your racing heart. “T-Thank you for the company, Abby. I should uhm… I should head back to my room, rest my arm, you know? Uh, bye! Thanks for stitching me up, Heather!”
You waved at the medic before practically racing out of the room, your knee coming in contact with the tent post in the process. Abby winced at the echo of your bone hitting the solid metal and watched you limp away into the distance.
“Did everyone know that she was blind except me?” Abby looked at Heather, who hesitated to respond for a second. “I mean, she doesn’t act like it! H-How was I supposed to know?”
“You’re wondering ‘how has she stayed alive this long’ aren’t you?” Heather said to Abby. When the blond didn’t respond, the medic continued. “She’s more competent than you think.”
Abby’s thoughts wandered to how you were so capable in the kennels and how you gave those commands so fluidly. The way you snapped your fingers, the concise clicks and whistles, and with just simple sounds and commands, you trained some of the best dogs in the WLF. Bear was a flight risk until you got ahold of him and within five months, he was the best patrol canine anyone ever saw.
You were far more capable than people gave you credit for, and Abby felt shitty for thinking you struggled just because you were blind. If anything, you were more capable than half the recruits that had perfect vision.
The thoughts plagued her for days after she came to this newfound knowledge of you. She suddenly became aware that you were part of her morning routine more than she realized. She saw you passing on the other side of the hall, looking slightly down at the floor and mumbling something to yourself as you held what looked like a clicking device in your hands.
Abby caught you in the gym, watching you do cardio on the treadmill or the elliptical, attempting not to stare at your chest for too long whenever you would start to speed up on the machine. She saw you in the mess hall, sitting alone and wearing over-the-ear headphones with a tape player connected to it.
Her curiosity got the better of her as she lingered by your table, looking down at the tape inside the device and seeing words scrawled on the cassette. “Stardust: Neil Gaiman”
Abby hadn’t expected an audiobook; you must have frequented the library like she did on many nights where she wasn’t allowed to stay in her dorm because, of course, Manny was appealing some poor woman who fell victim to his Spanish charm or whatever it was.
“You need something?” Abby jumped at your words as you took off your headphones and paused the tape.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Abby said nervously as the sound of her voice immediately made you smile more than it should have. “You seemed—Wait, how’d you know I was here?”
The snort you tried to stifle made Abby’s cheeks heat up with admiration. “I… I don’t want to say that the vibes feel off when someone is standing near me. When someone gets closer to me, I can feel it somehow. The air shifts in a way? And it makes me shiver… You know the feeling you get when you think someone is watching you?”
“All the time,” Abby sat across from you at the table, her hand reaching out slightly. When her index finger grazed the side of your hand, you redirected your face towards her and almost made eye contact.
“It’s something like that. It’s a feeling… It’s rare that I’m wrong, but sometimes I end up just talking to myself. But it’s a calculated risk?”
“I talk to myself too, it’s alright,” Abby smiled and carefully slid her fingertips across the top of your hand against your knuckles. She watched as you shuddered slightly but didn’t back away from her touch but rather leaned into it instead. “What’s your book about? I haven’t read that one before.”
“Oh! It’s about a boy in England that’s trying to win over a girl by bringing her a star,” You beamed with excitement at being able to discuss the book with someone.
“How does someone bring someone else a star?”
“So, there’s a village in England called Wall, and it’s because there’s a wall that runs along the outside of the village that leads to a magical world called Stormhold. Tristain, the main character, crosses the wall to bring back a fallen star but the fallen star is actually a woman named Yvaine…”
Abby stared at how you described the book with pure excitement, admiring your eyes widening with enthusiasm and how they gleamed in the poor fluorescent lights of the mess hall. She noticed the slight cloudiness whenever the light hit them just right, and how you spoke with your hands a lot. Every so often, your fingers graze across her arm as you basically explained the entire book to her in one sitting.
“Why would he do so much for a girl that barely notices him though?” Abby asked after you were finished explaining how an evil witch was after the star.
“Well, we do dumb things for the people we love,” You said weakly. Abby noticed how you blinked slowly, and your hand twitched near your eyes as you leaned against your hand propped on your elbow. It wasn’t until you were this close that Abby saw the scar going across the bridge of your nose and down past your left temple. “Even if they don’t even care about us in the end.”
“Well,” Abby said softly, her hand reaching out and slowly sliding her fingertips across your forearm. You looked up, almost meeting her gaze. “If you ask me, I think he belongs with the star.”
You smiled, and it lit up her entire day. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Ever since that day in the mess hall, Abby has been looking for every excuse under the fucking sun to try and spend time with you. When she wasn’t on patrol rotation or being stationed at other bases for days on end, she was going to the kennels where she would watch you train the dogs or just exist in the pens with all of the canines simply running around and enjoying their time just being dogs until they are taken out into the field.
However, you had a silly idea, and Abby would lie if she said she wasn’t nervous.
Standing in the middle of the pen with the clicker in one hand, she noticed how you simply stood on the sidelines, hands folded behind your back and smiling as a high-pitched whistle left your teeth. One of the younger dogs pranced up to you and you gave a simple command with just a hand gesture.
The canine you named “Septimus” fell back onto his haunches and gave a little bark before you offered a small piece of bacon as a reward. “Good boy, exactly… You wanna try?”
Abby chuckled nervously. “I’m not the best whistler…”
“That’s what the clicker is for,” You gestured to your own hand and snapped your fingers. Septimus barked and you made another hand gesture with a command of “JUMP!” and the German Shepherd jumped off the ground but got a little too close. His claws caught your shirt and tugged on the collar, ripping it a small amount and exposing even more of your chest than you intended to.
Abby was staring, barely registering your voice until she saw you get closer to her. “Earth to Abby…”
“O-Oh, sorry,” Abby cleared her throat, standing up a little straighter and pressing on the clicker between her fingers. The canine’s ears perked up and he barked before running up to Abby and staring at her like he expected something. Very hesitantly, she made the hand gesture you had but it had no effect on the dog this time around. “Well, he doesn’t seem too excited to listen to me.”
“It’s because you’re nervous,” You said gently. Before Abby could ask what you were getting at, you stood behind her and grabbed at her wrists from behind. The blonde inhaled sharply, feeling your warm body pressing against her own as you realigned her hands and pulled back her shoulders. “You have to make sure they know that you are in charge. You are the authority figure and your word is law… If you are hesitant, they will not follow you… Do it again, but with feeling. Power.”
Abby tried not to blush, even if you couldn’t see it. Her body was practically humming with arousal at your chest pressing right against her back and the way you spoke with sultry authority in her ear had her body burning from the inside out.
The sound of clicking had you focused on the canine where you could vaguely make out his shape and color. Abby’s body jerked forward, giving a sharp command of SIT and a soft little yip left Septimus before Abby grinned from ear to ear. “He did it! Or… was that just a coincidence?”
“Nope, that was all you Abby,” You smiled before you grabbed one side of her face and pulled her down. Without thinking, you gave the woman a little kiss to her cheek and then suddenly realized what you had done. Not quick enough to stop yourself though. “I-I’m sorry, I was just um… Uh… Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s alright,” Abby said, a hand slowly going to her cheek where your lips made contact. It felt like lightning down her spine. You created feelings from her that Abby hadn’t felt in a long time. You were so gentle and calm, but assertive with the dogs and commanded obedience with just a single hand gesture.
“Well, I suppose I should uhm…” You cleared your throat before taking a little step back, your hand pressing on the gate before sliding down the door and turning the handle. “I’m gonna go take a shower, alright? You can hang out here or you know… head out?”
It looked like you were desperately trying to escape this situation. Abby frowned as you practically bolted down the field and towards the exit. Your shoulder clipped one of the gates and you let out a loud curse before continuing back inside of the stadium.
Abby was too busy staring at you running away that feeling something wet touch her hand made her jump to the side. Septimus shoved his entire head against her thigh and licked at her fingers one more time. Abby reached into her pocket, unwrapping the deer jerky she was keeping and gave him half of the strip. “You’re lucky you’re cute, I don’t share this with anyone.”
After that day, things went on as normal. Abby continued to visit you when she could, and you offered more training tips for Alice who was becoming the model recruit with every new exercise. There was the one time before her routes where Mel attempted to check her out instead of Abby and you took more time than usual to get the canine ready. It wasn’t until Abby made herself known that you released Alice from her command and allowed her to join them.
Abby had suspicions that you weren’t a fan of Mel, but she couldn’t really prove it. But when you heard Abby’s voice? Suddenly you were all smiles and sunshine. Everybody saw the way you acted around her, and even Manny started giving you shit about it. But Abby just thought you were being friendly… Maybe she was holding back for some reason? Not crossing the line with you because of your disability—No, it wasn’t a disability. But condition felt wrong too. Special quirk?
She wasn’t sure how to address it. Or if it was even something to address. You were prone to bumping into things, but that wasn’t because you were blind. You tend to move too fast and just hit things because of your speed, which Abby thought was cute. Of course, you had loads of bruises all over because of this, many of which Abby caught sight of while you were in the gym or standing in shorts while working with the dogs.
Her mind was running a mile a minute the entire walk to the assignment board in the morning. Her breath still smelled like peppers from her breakfast, but the pine scent of her soap evened it out a little. Abby danced around the crowd around the board, and she saw her name next to the patrol route on the west side.
Everything would have been fine… but then she saw your name. On a patrol route. For the suburbs. Not with her. No, scratch that, why the fuck were you going outside?!
“Who the hell wrote this today?!” Abby immediately shouted out loud to the whole garage. Everybody flinched at her voice echoing off the walls. Someone behind the desk stepped forward, and she recognized him as Miles. Arrogant asshole that thinks the workers inside the wall have it easy. And he may be entitled to his thoughts because he was missing his ring finger after one patrol last year, but what the fuck was he thinking?
“There a problem, Anderson?” Miles stated in that stupid jersey accent she hated.
“Yeah, you’re damn right there is,” Abby pointed to your name on the list. “She should not be going outside the stadium. She is not a soldier; she is a trainer!”
“So?” Miles rolled his eyes, pulling the list away from her hands. “It’s high time she learned what it’s like out there.”
“Oh, so you’re okay with sending out someone to fuckin’ die?” Abby snapped. “She’s fucking blind, Miles! She will be torn to pieces by infected in seconds!”
“Clickers are blind,” He said flatly. “They manage to stay alive out there.”
Abby wanted to strangle him. “Yeah, because they use echolocation to see! I don’t see her making any fucking whale calls to see the walls!”
Miles didn’t seem to care about what Abby was saying as he simply walked away to where he was sitting before kicking his foot up and cleaning the rifle by the desk. Abby clearly hadn’t finished tearing into him, but for the sake of time, she needed to fix things, fast.
“Look, you want her out? Just… just put her with me on the west side.”
Miles stopped. “You want me to change the routes, now?”
“Yes, fuckwit, I want you to change the routes, now.”
“These routes have already been approved with the outside and with Issac. You want me to change everything for some useless blind—”
Abby slammed her fist against the side of the wall, and the reverberation made Miles finally shut his mouth. There was murder in her eyes, and he could see her hand twitching, seconds from grabbing her pistol and holding the man at gunpoint to change his mind. Abby spoke through clenched teeth. “Put her. On my route. Now.”
Miles quickly scribbled all over the paper before putting the list back on the countertop. Mel was now going to the suburbs, and you were going to the west side. Good, this way Abby could protect you if something went wrong.
“You’re willing to risk your golden spot with Issac to protect some blind chick?” Miles mumbled. His tone was something that Abby did not like. “We can always find another fuckin’ trainer.”
Oh… Oh, that’s what this was. Miles was trying to get you killed on purpose. All of this shit must have been his idea from the start. He planned to send you out with fucking Ingrid and Charlotte, who were just as useless as he was, in the worst area for Scar activity, in hopes that the entire team would be wiped out and he could start training the new recruits early.
Abby wanted to string him up by his damn toes in the courtyard… But she had bigger fish to fry now. You needed to be prepared, and Abby wasn’t about to let you wander into a hive of clickers and Scars and fuck only knows what else.
Without even waiting for Manny to get to the garage, Abby was sprinting over to the courtyard, racing down the hallways and trying to get to the pens before you went with the wrong team. Of course, focused on getting there, Abby turned a corner and immediately slammed headfirst into somebody, knocking them to the floor underneath her.
Abby inhaled, attempting to catch her breath until she realized she recognized the smell of who was under her. And became painfully aware that she had her face right where she’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Abby looked up from your tits to look at your face. You had a painful expression, probably from hitting the ground too hard, and your hands went to her shoulders before she felt you trace a scar across her shoulder.
“Abby?” You slowly sat up from the concrete ground, rubbing at the back of your head and letting out a painful sigh. “Jeez, where’s the fire?”
“Huh?” Abby said, clearly still reeling from her run in and staring at your chest for far longer than she probably should have. Lucky for her, you would never notice that she was staring. You were warm as hell, and she was addicted to your smell… like a fucking dog. You smelled like rain, cinnamon, and fresh trimmed timber. Earthy, and warm.
“You were running so fast, you nearly ran right through me,” You said with a little smile. “They want me at the garage, so if you need me, I’ll be—”
“Oh no, wait!” Abby reached for your arm. “I just came from there! You uh… you’re going on patrol today!”
An emotion flashed over your face that didn’t truly reach your eyes. “Oh, okay. Uh… do you know who I’m with? I can’t exactly read the assignment list so I—”
“You’re with me,” Abby said, delight traced in her tone. A warm smile broke through on your face as you reached for her forearm and gently traced one of the veins in the crease of her elbow. “A-And Manny, if you can handle him.”
“I can handle anything, Abby,” You smiled before walking past her, your hip connecting with hers. You didn’t apologize this time around, so Abby could only assume that the bump was deliberate. Oh, you’re messing with her…
Abby watched you walk away, staring at you and groaning under her breath. “Fuck me…”
As soon as you two entered the garage, Abby led you towards the gun lockers and she signed out her usual rifle with steady hands. When they handed it over, you reached out and ran your fingers across the barrel.
“Okay, this is the one I usually check out, MOLOT-VEPR 308 with a 3-lug rotating bolt and semi-auto trigger. It’s not heavy-duty but it definitely works against hordes of infected at long range,” Abby reached for your hand and offered the rifle to you. Very slowly, you ran your fingers over the stock of the rifle before your index finger traced along the magazine and you ejected it from the gun. “Huh, how’d you—”
“I’m familiar with these models,” You said before pushing the magazine back in and handing it off to the blonde. “I prefer a shotgun myself.”
“Why’s that?” Abby motioned to the wall of shotguns, and they returned with a Remington 870. She handed it to you, and you immediately locked in, picking up the shells off the counter and loading the barrel to max capacity.
“Shotguns don’t need a ton of accuracy when there’s widespread. At close range, any shot is lethal,” You slung the weapon over your shoulder and smiled before accepting the pistol on the table and clicking on the safety. “I’ve got this, used to do this all the time.”
“You did?” Abby stared as you ran towards the truck without a second thought. For some reason, that never crossed her mind… There must have been a time when you weren’t always blind. The scars around your eyes showed an injury occurred to cause this, but Abby never asked about it.
Maybe she should have?
It was all in her head even after she jumped into the truck with you in the back. Manny asked if you wanted to sit in front with him, but you wanted to stay with Abby. It was a risk, you being exposed and not having any cover if they got ambushed… but Abby was confident she could protect you.
Things seemed to be going smoothly for the time being. A quick drive through the west side, catching two stragglers by the old hotel, but it was nothing Abby couldn’t handle while they were still in motion.
The path was fairly straightforward, but when Manny stopped the car by the train station, he could hear whistles in the distance. The Scars were too close to their base… Abby pulled on the bolt to her rifle and jumped out of the truck. You immediately went to follow, taking very cautious and careful steps right behind her.
“Manny, stay here and keep the truck running,” Abby said sternly.
“Aye aye, amiga,” Manny gave a little salute, reaching for his own pistol in case of an ambush. But the whistles sounded like they were looking for something in the distance and were too distracted to hear the car running off the side of the road.
You followed right behind Abby seamlessly, like you knew exactly what you were doing even if you hadn’t been out in the field for years. Cautious steps traced right behind her as she searched the area. You could smell something like a fire, and… fresh blood? The copper scent hit your nose, and you grabbed Abby’s arm. “There’s a fresh body nearby.”
A pause before Abby sighed. “I see it, looks like a group of runners… They’re wearing wolf patches though.”
Your nose wrinkled. “Must be infected nearby then. The Scars could have drawn them in with all their whistling.”
“Makes sense to me,” Abby slid the rifle over her chest and made sure you stayed close to her as both of you approached the open building on the left. A motel for the train station, most likely. The smell hit you with full force and you made a noise of disgust at the molding smell flooding all your senses.
“Jesus, the fuck is that?” You said through hushed tones, trying not to alert anybody nearby.
Abby chuckled. “Rain seeped into the wood… the whole place is rotting.”
“Okay well, maybe there’s supplies still in here?” You slowly stepped away from Abby, moving through the motel lobby towards the stairs. “It’s worth a shot, right—”
“Wait, stop!” Abby attempted to pull you back, but she couldn’t reach you in time. The sound of cracking echoed off the walls and the shriek that left you was loud enough to scare birds away from the trees outside. The rotted floor caved underneath you and in seconds you went from standing to falling into the basement of the motel. “Ohmygod! Are you okay?!”
Abby slid on her knees to the hole in the floor and looked down to see you holding your leg with both hands, trying not to sob with pain. You spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m alive… But… I think my leg’s broken…”
The blonde huffed and looked around, trying to find a way to get down to you. “Just stay there, okay? I’ll get you out.”
“Okay, just be—” You stopped abruptly at hearing shuffling in the darkness. Abby noticed how your entire demeanor changed as you reached for the shotgun on your back, holding the stock to your shoulder and staring at the ground. “Be quiet…”
Abby didn’t even breathe. She watched as you quite literally focused your senses, closing your eyes and tilting your head towards little sounds and shrieks that you could faintly hear in whatever was hiding within the basement. There weren’t any spores, which meant no clickers or shamblers, but probably something far worse was waiting in the dark.
You waited with expert patience, and before Abby even knew what was happening, you were rolling over on your stomach and firing the shotgun in the dark. The sound of the buckshot exploding against flesh and bone echoed in the basement, blood spraying across your face and onto the floor as you hissed and slowly turned back over, pumping the shotgun and firing another shot. A stalker fell down next to your body, but before you could pump the gun one more time, a stalker jumped on top of you, snarling and shrieking near your face.
Abby didn’t hesitate. Her fear of heights went out the window as she jumped down into the basement, her boots landing on the stalker’s corpse as she slammed her massive boot against the creature’s side. The stalker rolled off of you, snarling as you pumped the shotgun and fired the last slugger, blood and brain spraying in every direction.
You huffed, falling backwards on the ground and closing your glassy eyes. “Okay, that was it…”
“You clean?” Abby immediately began checking you over, wiping the blood off your face and looking over every inch of exposed skin she could see. No bites, but a lot of cuts covered your shoulder and cheek. “Okay, don’t see anything… Damn, you have good hearing.”
A laugh rang from your throat as you slowly sat up from the ground. “Well, you gotta adapt, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so…” Abby looked down at your leg and even just seeing it, she could tell it was fucked up. You attempted to move again but Abby shook her head aggressively to try and keep you in place. But then remembered and physically stopped you. “Wait, don’t move. You’ll make it worse.”
“Fucking hell,” You cursed. “H-how are we gonna get out of here?”
“No idea,” Abby looked up from where they fell and frowned. “We’re too far away to get Manny’s attention… and the sun’s gonna go down soon, shit.”
“You sayin’ we’re stuck here?” The panic in your voice reached the soldier and she knew that without proper medical care, your leg would be next to fucking useless. Both of you needed to find a way out of the basement, now.
“Stay here, okay?” Abby said. “I’m gonna try and find a way out of here.”
Abby slowly helped you wiggle over to the wall so you could rest against the surface. Very carefully, she pushed your hair away from your face and even if you didn’t see it, she smiled down at you before looking around in the basement for an easy out towards the street.
It took way too much focus to stretch out your broken leg, attempting to relieve the pressure but just causing yourself even more pain in the process. You cried out loud, covering your mouth with both hands if only to not show Abby how much anguish you were feeling. A fresh set of sores and bruises on your back, your leg probably in a cast for weeks… You had no business being out in the field again. Not after the accident.
Your fingers traced the scarring near your eyes, and you sighed, head thumping against the wall behind you. Abby noticed your sudden silence and decided any conversation was better than no conversation at that moment.
“So…” She turned on her flashlight to look for some kind of exit. Water dripped from upstairs and the smell was nearly killing her. “Have you ever been out in the field before? You’re pretty handy with the shotgun…”
You chuckled dryly. “Before the accident, I was a pretty damn good sharpshooter… Could hit a clicker from a thousand kilometers away.”
“Damn… Bet you were a killer lookout,” Abby smiled as she pulled some vines away from what looked like a way out of the basement. The door was slightly rusted, but it was definitely an exit. Abby looked for a crowbar. “So… what happened?”
The blonde noticed your hesitation, turning around to see you leaning forward and rubbing at your eyes. “Sorry, we don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to—”
“There’s a reason we torture the Scars, Abby,” You frowned a little, rubbing the bridge of your nose between your eyes and shivering at the memory. “When Issac found me… The damage had already been done.”
“Damage?”
“This was before the treaty was signed… Issac found me before they could gut me by the bridges. Most of what happened is fuzzy, but I remember them saying that bullshit of “let her see the truth” and then…”
Abby stopped pulling on the vines. “The Scars blinded you?”
“With a mix of toxic chemicals,” You sighed, gently tugging on your hair and trying to ignore the throbbing in your leg. “Never figured out what it was… only that it caused permanent damage to my retinas. That was over seven years ago.”
“That was before I joined the WLF,” Abby frowned, looking around in the dark before her sights were set on… what are the odds, a literal crowbar. She tapped the metal against the rusted door before jamming the teeth between the frame and the wall. “I knew it was bad before but… Jesus, I guess I never realized how bad.”
“And ever since then, Miles has been fucking itching to send me out,” The sound of the door snapping away from the wall had you flinching. “I know what he’s trying to do… I’m dead weight. Any recruit that can’t be a soldier is wasted space.”
“But if Issac knows what happened to you, why would he let you leave the stadium?”
You laughed, but it was humorless. “Issac didn’t sign off on anything today, Abby. Miles put down my name and lied about the direct order. He wants me gone, and he’s willing to disobey orders to do it… But he fucked up pairing me with you. You’ve got a record; no one has ever died in your squad…”
Abby sighed, tossing the crowbar aside and slowly approaching where you were. “He had you with Ingrid and Charlotte… I forced him to put you with me.”
Before you could question why, Abby was tucking her arms under your legs and lifting you off the concrete into her arms. A little yelp left your throat as you grabbed at the back of her neck and tried not to tear up from the pain in your leg. “Huh...?”
“I saw right through his shit,” Abby stated, slowly making her way up the stairs and back inside of the main motel room. Hopefully it would be easy to get back to the truck, she didn’t want to have to run with you in her arms. “I knew you would have better odds with me than with them.”
“I see… Oh no wait, no I don’t,” You smiled, hoping she got the joke. Abby just smirked, giving a little breathless laugh before heading through the clearing towards where the truck was still running. Manny jumped from the driver’s seat almost immediately at the sight of the both of you, specifically you covered in blood and with your foot bent at a weird angle.
“What happened?! You were gone for forty minutes!”
“Well, turns out,” You flinched as Abby carefully put you down in the truck bed, climbing in behind you and pulling you back until your back was pressed into her chest. It took all of your self-control not to literally moan at the contact. “Old floors can collapse on you.”
“We gotta pack it in, her leg’s broken,” Abby said, feeling your heartbeat as she gently wiped away some of the blood on your neck and across the pulse in your throat. Manny immediately began driving back to the stadium and taking extra care not to run over anything to cause you further pain than you were already feeling. Abby noticed how relaxed you were while even in agony and she rested her chin on your head. “You keep getting hurt, kennel girl.”
You smiled, your fingers threading with hers. “Sorry, babe… I’m accident prone.”
Abby bit her lip. She really liked it when you called her that… This big, fat crush on you was going to cause her nothing but problems, she could just tell.
care to elaborate more on bratty subby noisy sensitive caitlyn? 😗 i just think she’d be oh so whiny whenever she doesn’t get something she wants.. maybe it’s time to put her in her place?
reader can be as soft or as rough w her as you want!! i <3 ur works btw 🥹🥹🙏🙏
ultraviolence.
bratty!caitlyn kiramman ⊹ ࣪ ˖
a/n: UGH nonnie ur mind 🙏 i loved writing this cait is my angel
tags: 18+ mdni, rough sex, reader is in a baddd mood, bratty cait, oral (c!receiving), spanking (c!receiving), degredation, strapping (c!receiving), litttleee bit of pain, hair pulling.
it had already been such a long day.
you’d had classes all morning, dropped all your notes in the library, spilt coffee down your favourite shirt, almost deleted your final dissertation draft… yeah. today was not for you.
so when you came back to your girlfriend’s dorm, absolutely exhausted, to find her pouting on the edge of the bed? you absolutely weren’t in the mood.
caitlyn had those long elegant legs crossed, arms folded, nails drumming on her bicep. and -ah- yes! there was that pout; those gorgeous pink lips drooping at the corners.
‘what is it baby?’ you sighed, dropping your bag as you leant in the doorframe.
“well…” she huffed, haughty and clipped as she tossed a sheet of navy hair over her shoulder, “you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. with my coffee. and now you’re late and i don’t see any-“
you cut her off, stepping forward with an unimpressed eyebrow raise, cupping her jaw. “you’re not fucking serious, cait. i’ve had such a shit day.”
caitlyn’s brow furrowed, those piercing blue eyes widening as her chin wobbled (on purpose, she knew how to get under your skin). “but darling…” she grumbled, reaching up to cup your hand over her jaw.
and that was it.
your nails dug into her jaw as you pushed her back, rolling your shoulders. “on your knees, cait. i told you im not in the mood.”
those icy irises almost disappeared as her pupils blew wide, her lips parted on a shaky exhale as she shifted, grumbling under her breath as she moved onto her hands and knees, her pretty pleated skirt riding up to show the curve of her ass.
“what was that?” you snapped, one hand fisting in the perfect blue of her hair, dragging her back into a taut arch.
caitlyn’s voice caught in her throat, dissolving into a whine as she choked out, “that- that you’re mean and i deserved that coffee-“
you tightened your hold in her hair, tears prickling in her eyes as she whined. and somehow, that infuriating pout was still on her lips. “you wanna try again caitlyn? cause i can leave right now.” your palm came down sharply on the pale swell of her ass, leaving a stinging red handprint on her skin.
“no, no. i’m sorry. i’m being an asshole, please don’t-“ she was babbling now, back pulled tight as she rocked back against nothing, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“that’s better.” you muttered, dragging her skirt up fully to expose the sweet navy lace of her thong.
“touch me, please baby.” she panted, eyes wide as she glanced back at you, those gorgeous lean thighs trembling as her bottom lip quivered.
“you really think you’re in a position to be asking me for things right now, cait?” you scoffed, dragging her thong down to expose glistening folds, her hooded clit aching from the rough treatment. “you like this, don’t you?” you mused, gathering her slick with your fingers, before you cracked them down on her clit. “having the fight beat out of you, hm?”
caitlyn choked, her cheeks burning as she rutted back against your hand, desperate for any kind of friction she could get. “mmf, yes- i love, fuck- i love winding you up when you’re… ah.. in a bad mood.”
you tutted, fingers circling her clit ever so slowly. “that’s better. so good when you’re honest for me, cait.” you hooked your knee in between her thighs, forcing her to spread wider. “now be even better for me and take it.”
she barely had time to respond before you were dipping your head, tongue teasing her dripping slit as she gasped, thighs tightening. your nails dug into her asscheeks as you spread her, the muscle laving teasingly over every inch of her folds, swirling slow over her clit then back up. and there they were, those sweet little whines she could never hold back. you glanced up, watching caitlyn’s head tip forward as you finally dipped past her entrance, slow and teasing as you curled your tongue against her sweet spot. “please, baby-“ she whimpered, back arching further in an attempt to find more friction, “i need-“
you cut her off again with a sharp slap to the globe of her ass, watching her whine with a satisfied hum against her cunt. “good girls take what they’re given, cait. you wanna be good for me, right?”
caitlyn nodded frantically, blue strands sticking to the sweaty skin of her back as she dug her nails into the sheets.
you decided to take pity on her, this time at least, tongue pressing past her entrance as you kept her spread, pace fast and brutal and messy as her thighs shook. her whimpers echoed off the walls as you buried your face deeper, one hand shifting up to rub firm circles over her clit.
caitlyn wasn’t going to last like this, she was already shaking, so you pulled back with one last bite to her ass cheek. you stood, rummaging in her drawer for her favourite harness, elegant with little silver buckles.
the heavy blue strap dangled between your legs as you positioned yourself behind her again, smoothing your hands over her ass cheeks, teasing the blunt head through her folds. “ready baby?” at caitlyn’s desperate nodding, you pressed your hips forward, the strap sliding inch by thick inch into her fluttering walls.
she cried out sharply at the stretch, but you paid no heed to it. your nails dug into her hips as you dragged her back onto the strap, her whimpers and the sharp slap of skin on skin filling the room. “that’s it sweetheart.” you murmured, your own chest heaving as you dragged her back again and again. “let this cock shut you up.”
caitlyn cried out as you slammed deeper, arching taut as she tossed her head back. you hummed, slipping out of her to flip her over in one fluid motion, one forearm braced next to her head, the other guiding the strap back into the mess between her thighs.
“that’s better.” you cooed, caging her with your arms as your thrusts started again, deep and smooth. “now i can watch my bratty girl go stupid, hm?”
it was all caitlyn could do to wrap her thighs around your waist, nails scoring down your back as she writhed against the sheets, little punched out ‘ah-ah-ah’s tumbling from her lips as the tip grazed her cervix.
you leant forward until her knees were pressed back, thrusts turning meaner, sloppier as you watched the tears start again. “oh baby, you can take it, can’t you?” you cooed, hips slamming against hers as she cried out. “can’t, i’m going to-“ is all she managed to get out before she was gasping, eyes rolling back as she spilled down your strap, release dripping down both your thighs.
“oh cait” you sighed, “did i say you could cum?” but there was no heat in it as you pulled back, reaching for a cloth to wipe up the mess. you shifted to lay next to her, holding an arm out for her to curl into, sweaty and sated. “round two when i’ve caught my breath.” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as you curled around her.
reader has interesting encounters with abby and ellie on separate occasions, learning more about both and falling deeper into the game that was set up between all three the night of the party, (inaccurate academics talk lol)
cw: light flirting, talk of academic stress
18+ men & minors dni
Chapter Two
Monday morning came too soon. The high of your eventful weekend was still going strong, making you smile to yourself as you walked to class.
Your first lecture went by smoothly, it was a creative writing class, one of your favourites this semester. You decided to grab some lunch before your next lesson, taking the long way across campus to enjoy the weather.
“Hey there.” You look up from your phone to see Abby sitting at a picnic bench.
“Hey.” You smile, walking in her direction.
“Where’re you off to?” She asks, taking a bite of what looks like a turkey sandwich.
“Just gonna grab food in between classes.”
She raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re walking the wrong way.”
“I know, I just wanted to stay in the sun a little longer.” You look up, happy that the chill of fall as finally passed. Abby smiles at you, nodding.
“Same. I usually don’t sit out here but, it’s such a nice day.”
“I’ve actually never thought of coming out here to eat, but I see people all the time. Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow.” You give her a coy smile.
“I hope you do. I’d love to talk to you again princess.”
You continue on your way, smiling the whole walk.
The next day you go to the cafeteria first, picking up your food before heading to the picnic table to see Abby. You can spend a whole fifteen minutes with her if you miss the beginning of your next class. You chew your lip as you turn the idea over in your mind.
“You’re back.” Abby looks up from her book to smile at you as you approach.
“I am.” You feel your stomach flip at the sight of her. Hair in a messy bun, athletic shirt and shorts, cheeks pink from sitting in the sun.
Maybe missing part of one class wouldn’t hurt.
She’s snacking on a few carrots and cucumbers, reading a novel you can’t see the title of.
“Sit.” She nods to the bench, watching as you get comfortable across from her and pull out your lunch.
For a second you both just look at each other, laughing quietly at the beat of awkward silence.
“I’m glad you came.” Abby looks at you earnestly, snapping a carrot in her teeth.
“Oh yeah? You’re just dying to have lunch with me are you?” You tease.
“I was hoping to get the chance to talk to you again since the party. I’m just wondering how I’ve never seen you before.”
You shake your head, “I haven’t gone out much this year. I mostly study and work and stay in my dorm. My friend is the one who forced me to go to the party actually.”
“The friend with the dress.”
“That’s the one.”
“She seems nice.” Abby shifts her container towards you, offering some of her snack. You pick up a cucumber slice and try not to read too much into the gesture.
“She’s the best.”
“I hate to be this guy but what’s your major?”
“Major in Linguistics and Minor in Creative Writing.”
“Impressive.”
“If you say so.” You pick up another cucumber slice, chewing as you think about your corse load for the week.
“You don’t like it?”
“I do, mostly. I don’t know.. I guess I just thought I’d know what I wanted to do with my life by now.”
Abby hums, thinking on what you said.
“I get that. When I switched my major to Bio Chem I really did it because of my dad. I do well on my assignments but I don’t know how much I actually care about what I’m learning.”
“Your dad works in medicine?”
“He’s a vet. I figured he’d love it if I we sorta did the same thing. I’m just not sure if it’s what I want.”
“That must be hard.” You unwrap your sandwich, picking up half and offering her the other.
Abby smiles, pushing the wrapper back to you.
You frown.
“I ate earlier, plus I’m on a cut so I can’t have too much. But thank you.”
“A cut?” You sound suspicious of her excuse as you speak.
“Yeah, when you work out and want to build muscle you have to bulk - which is eating a lot- and then cut - which is eating less.”
Your eyebrows furrow but you decide to let it go.
“Well now I feel bad for eating your snacks.”
“Don’t, I can make up the calories easily.”
“I don’t wanna steal your rations.”
Abby laughs out loud. The sound is bright and easy, and the way her face changes when she smiles like that.. it makes your heart melt.
“Plus,” you continue, “I didn’t get to share anything with you.”
“You’re sharing your time with me. That’s all I want.”
You shake your head to yourself, biting into your sandwich.
She’s good.
Your next day is more packed than the previous two. You don’t even have time to eat with the schedule you have planned.
After your morning and afternoon classes you set up a cozy space for yourself in the library. This is where you’ve been for the last three hours. Going over readings and drafting outlines for upcoming essays. You’re looking for a secondary source on the subject of ancient languages when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
“Watcha lookin’ for?” Ellie grins at you, leaning against a bookshelf, a small paperback in her hands.
“A book on language development in early human societies. You?”
“Shit, that sounds fun.” She holds up the book in her hands, proudly showing off the cover.
101 Knock Knock Jokes
“They have joke books in here?”
“Nah, this one’s mine.”
You cock your head and squint at her. “You bring your own book to the library and it’s just a book of knock knock jokes?”
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it.” Ellie sticks her tongue out at you playfully.
“Wow.” You have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing too loud. It was a bad joke. Terrible. But you kind of love it.
“See what I did there?”
“Totally. Is that from the book?”
“Nope, all me.”
“You’re a genius.”
“Thank you for noticing.”
Ellie smiles as she watches you try to contain your laughter. She puts her book into her backpack, stepping closer to you. “I’m glad I ran into you.”
You swallow, ignoring the way your heart beats a little faster at her nearness, “Yeah?”
“Mhm” Ellie’s gaze darkens, her eyes intense as she blinks slowly, looking you up and down.
“Why’s that?” You aim to sound casual, but your voice comes out slightly breathless.
“Cause you’re probably the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen on this campus, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the other night.”
Her hand drops to sit lightly on your hip, the other bracing the wall behind you.
She’s so much closer now.
You can smell her. A mix of something smoky, earthy, and some kind of warm, spiced cologne. You take a deep breath as the scent surrounds you.
“I’ve been thinking about you too.” You whisper.
And it’s true. You’ve been thinking about her and Abby. They’ve occupied your mind more than you’d be comfortable admitting out loud.
“Would you let me take you out sometime?”
The question stuns you for a moment.
“Really?”
“Yeah really. I’d love to show you some cool places off campus if you’re down.”
You meet her eyes, soaking in her presence instead of backing down. “I’d love that too.”
“Good. Are you free Friday?”
“I have class until two but after that I’m free.”
“Perfect,” Ellie, squeezes at your hip and smiles wide,“it’s a date.”
You get back to your dorm room mentally exhausted. It feels good to have gotten so much done, now the coming weeks will be a bit easier.
Your mind runs through the events of the week so far. It’s been a while since you saw anyone, even casually. You wonder if Abby would be upset to find out you had a ‘date’ with Ellie. She doesn’t seem like the jealous type to you. Maybe she wouldn’t mind. You don’t want to hurt her, or give her the impression that you aren’t interested just because you agreed to one date with another person.
The possibilities were endless and more than a little nerve wracking. But if you were honest with yourself, you were having fun. Flirting with them both, knowing they were in competition with each other for your affection. It made you giddy despite your weakened state. There was probably a way to make the most of this situation but you wouldn’t know where to start.
cw: strap, oral, smut, modern au, established relationship, cum eating
Your eyes watered as she pinned you down with your face mushed into the pillow.
You could barely breathe but you didn’t push her off because you needed her desperately as well. Your pussy creamed around the sides of her ridiculously huge strap, your clit being just a throbbing big nub.
Your mind felt hazy with how long you both had been in this position.
There was something so fulfilling about your girlfriend pounding your holes rough whenever she got frustrated at her video game. Not that you understood shit about the game, but you did want her to take her frustration out on you using her strap.
Ellie cussed under her breath, her teeth grinding together as her hands held your hips. She slammed into you from behind, making sure you felt every centimetre of the sex toy.
Your eyes closed tightly.
“Ellie…” you whimpered her name, voice shaking from pleasure.
“Shut up,” Ellie hissed, then her voice softened and she whispered, “please, let me have this right now, babygirl, I promise I’ll get you ice-cream right after.”
You made another small whimpering sound but that quickly dissolved into a moan when you felt your cervix getting kissed by her thick strap. Your legs trembled, threatening to give away.
At this point, the only thing holding you up were Ellie’s hands as she fucked you from behind.
“Ellie, I’m gonna cum!”
“Is that so?”
Ellie pulled out suddenly, making you gasp. She turned you over, slamming you down on your back on the bed. She grabbed your thighs with haste and pried them open, burying her face between your legs.
She sucked— hard.
“Ellie!” Your eyes widened, cheeks red.
Ellie smiled into your pussy but didn’t say anything as her tongue soothed your stretched slit.
She licked along your pussy lips and flicked your clit, playing with it using her tongue. You couldn’t help throwing your head back as your body quivered from the pleasure.
“Please, please, Ellie. I’m so fucking overstimulated there…”
Ellie didn’t say anything.
She didn’t respond.
She just kept eating you out, letting her tongue plunge in your obscenely wet hole as she slurped up all your juices. Her tongue curled expertly inside you making your hand reach down.
“You’re— you’re fucking amazing.”
Ellie’s arms wrapped around your thighs tightly, ensuring you couldn’t squirm away as she sucked you harder. Your head tilted back, shaky breaths leaving you.
“Ellie, please…”
“I know, baby, I know. Just let me have this,” Ellie whispered before she pushed two fingers inside without warning.
Your thighs tightened around her head, her mouth now on your clit as she fingered you at the same time. You couldn’t help it. Your pussy was aching to cum. You couldn’t think straight. Your brain was overwhelmed with all the pleasurable sensations.
“Cum for me, baby,” Ellie said, “cum, cum right here on my tongue.”
Your back arched as you finished all over her tongue, body sweaty and heart thrumming in your chest.
Ellie gave your thighs a concluding squeeze before she moved away from you cunt, licking the residue of your cum off her lips.
“You taste fucking delicious,” Ellie said before she leaned in for a kiss.
Your arms wrapped around her, fingers idly playing with Ellie’s hair as you kissed her back, humming into the kiss. You could taste yourself on her tongue. The kiss made you feel like you were in heaven. She moved her tongue in your mouth slowly, kissing you sloppily.
When you both parted, you smiled up at her, “you wanna go for another round?” You nodded to her computer.
She shook her head, “right now, let me princess you the way you deserve after a good fuck.”
Summary: Abby and Ellie have had a strict ‘no girls’ rule in their shared apartment, ever since Abby walked in on her roommate knuckle deep in some random girl on their couch last semester.
Warnings: Modern AU, Abby and Ellie are roommates, They’re in university, Minimal plot, Strap sex (R receiving), Dom!Abby, Female reader, A and R can’t stop talking during sex, Strap referred to as a ‘cock’, No use of y/n, A calls R 'baby' during sex, A calls Ellie a 'dyke' once as a joke, Pervy!Ellie, Ellie watches you fuck lowkey, lmk if I missed anything
Word Count: ~1100
Author's Note: This was not supposed to be smut but now it is only that 😔
Men and Minors DNI!!
The blonde hates being forced to sneak around—she’s an adult and this is her goddamn apartment, after all—but with the fuss she’d made about Ellie’s romantic endeavours, Abby feels too prideful to just bring you over like a normal girlfriend.
“Telling her you’re here would be like letting her win. I’d be saying that my rules were stupid, and you don’t want me to look stupid, right?” She mumbles against your bare breast, in between bites to your soft skin.
Abby’s hips thrust her strap deeper, hitting your cervix, before you can respond, the blonde attempting to fuck you into agreement.
“That’s—ngh—That’s so fucking childish, Abs,” Your words slip out between breathy moans, nails digging into her back as she rolls her hips into yours.
“Last I heard… Girlfriends are supposed to defend each other,” She pulls herself up slightly to nip at your jaw, marking her teeth on a spot you’re gonna yell at her for later.
“Not when—Not when you’re making me… sneak around like we’re in high school,” You glare at her through tired eyes when she bites down on your neck to quiet a moan.
“You’re siding with the enemy right now,” She murmurs against your skin, stopping her movements outright and forcing you to take her whole cock, “Say sorry.”
A little whine slips out of your lips at the loss of friction, the silicone filling you up so much it hurts.
“Abs, you’re being crazy, stop…”
You jerk your hips desperately, but she just lays down on top of you in retaliation, the weight of her making it impossible for you to move, and pushing her cock even deeper into you.
“Say it.”
Abby sighs exaggeratedly as she waits for you to submit, the hilt of her strap stimulating her clit just right, she could stay here all night cuddling with her girl—but she knows you couldn’t.
You sit there in a silent standoff for less than two minutes before your chest starts to feel tight, like you can’t breathe with how deep she is in your cunt, the pressure within you is just too much to take, “Fine, sorry… I’m sorry.”
Your girlfriend grins down at you, pushes a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead and uses her biceps to push herself back up to hover over top of you.
She starts her thrusts off slow, so as not to overwhelm you, before picking up to a pace she knows you’ll love, “You’re so good at listening, my baby.”
Her grin widens in an almost sadistic way when your hand finds its way into her sweaty hair, pulling hard, as you get closer to your climax.
“Look at you… You’re so close, hm?” Before you can respond she mashes her lips against yours, making out with you to quiet the moans she knows are coming whenever you start to tense up and pull her hair or dig your nails into her skin.
Her sweet, sweet, loud girl…
You finish—hard and fast—as Abby pushes her cock too far into your plush walls once again, the sounds coming from the two of you are truly obscene, and she’s praying Ellie can’t hear.
The blonde keeps ramming her cock into you for another minute or two while she hits and works through her own high, spit pooling on your face from the messy makeout, that’s doing very little to keep the two of you quiet.
Abby presses a final kiss to your forehead, before pulling away from the kiss and sitting up between your thighs, “I’m gonna pull out, okay?” She warns, finally slipping her strap out of your cunt, soft whines breaking from your lips as the feeling of being completely empty without any sexual stimulation hits for the first time in hours.
You watch your girlfriend remove her harness and set the thing down to be cleaned later through lidded eyes, your brain so fucked out you’re barely conscious.
“All I have to do to get you to agree is deny your right to cum… That’s kinda pathetic, huh, baby?” She asks, climbing back into the bed with you.
She lays directly on top of you, it’s crushing, but in the best way.
“You suck…” You grumble, unable to say much more in your current state, but still never being one to back out of a stupid argument with Abby.
“If I suck so bad, there’s another dyke in the apartment, you can try your luck with her,” She nips at your cheek, a lazy smirk on her lips.
“I love you, even if you get mean during sex. And if you make me sneak around like we’re teenagers…” You grin sleepily at her, your words slurring together a bit, “Honestly, saying it out loud, you have a lot of flaws.”
Abby can’t help but roll her eyes at your comment, at the way you’re acting like she’s not the epitome of the perfect girlfriend, “Again, there’s another girl in this apartment who will fuck anything that breathes… Would you rather be with her right now?”
“Maybe I do, you know, Ellie seems pretty chill…” Your hands trace little stars on the blonde’s back, a silent reminder that you’re only joking at her expense, you really do love her—even with her flaws.
“She’s tiny, she’d never make you feel like I do,” She murmurs against your forehead, watching your eyes slip closed and your body relax as sleep overtakes you.
“Okay, that’s just fucking rude, Abby,” Ellie’s disembodied voice responds, from the dark hallway outside the blonde’s bedroom.
Abby rolls her eyes and slides off of you, covering you with a blanket in hopes that you’ll just sleep through this, “Ellie, how long have you been standing there?” She sits up on her side of the bed, naked from the waist up, sizing up her much smaller roommate.
Ellie steps forward and leans against the doorframe, her eyes landing on the blonde’s tits, she’s seen them before, but now it’s like she sees them in a completely different light, “A while. You’re bad at being quiet.”
“So you watched us have sex?”
“I was gonna make fun of you, I thought you were getting off to porn! But then I saw it was so, so much more than that… I couldn’t look away, it was like a sexy car crash,” She smirks at the way your girlfriend blushes.
“Get the fuck out of my room, Ellie.”
“What, I can’t join? You heard her, I seem ‘pretty chill’… And you totally owe me for being the first to break that dumbass rule that you made.”
Ellie laughs at the glare Abby gives her, but does start to back away from the door after one last look to your sleeping body.
“We’re having a talk in the morning about boundaries!” Abby yells down the hall.
“I can’t wait!” Are the last words out Ellie’s lips before her door clicks shut behind her.
so like maybe one day ill do a part two where all three of them have sex idk guys
Sevika could be... intense. But you had known that since the first day you met her. She loved so deeply, despite it being intense it was only way she knew how to show you. The woman was never good with sweet words or romantic gestures, but damn could she fuck.
~~~~~
As usual, Sevika got off work late. So you were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables ready to cook dinner. Sevika was a proud woman, she took pride in her work and ability to provide for you, when she asked you to quit your job and become her pretty little house wife? You put up a little fight before eventually giving in. Though you had argued that she had her cock deep in your cunt when you agreed so it didn't count- but Sevika saw it as a yes. And the next week you had quit.
Sevika walks through the door, kicking off her boots and setting her bag down. She had a manual labor job which paid well. But it meant early morning starts, and they weren't always guaranteed to go home on time.
Seeing you stood there, effortlessly moving around the kitchen, wearing her favourite dress and your pretty little apron? Her cock stirred in her pants. "Down boy... give it a minute..." she whispered to herself as she leant against the doorframe, watching you cook.
After a few minutes, her cock was painfully hard in her pants, practically begging to be let out. And who was she to deny it? Despite being so large, she could move pretty quietly, so when she places two string hands on your hips and you jump, it amuses her to no end. "Just me baby... you look pretty today..."
Her lips trail down your neck, pressing soft kisses to you pulse point. Feeling your blood pump faster at her touch. "Hi baby, how was work?" You tilt your head to the side, giggling softly when she nips at the skin. Though your giggles trail off when Sevika presses her erction agaisnt your ass.
"Feel that? That's what you do to me in this little dress baby... got me going all kinds of crazy." She growls into your ear as her hands work to rid of your apron. "Seems like you need some h-help..."
Once she gets your apron off, your bent over the counter. One had her hands holding you down on your lower back, the other flipping your dress up. "Help? Baby I could live inside this sweet fucking pussy and it would never be enough... got me addicted." Her hand comes down hard on your ass a couple of times before pulling your panties down, but not all the way, only to your knees.
"Mmph... I wouldn't mind that baby... being constantly stuffed..." you turn your head just enough to watch Sevika. Her pants were unbuttoned and pulled down just enough for her cock to spring free. The tip was red and angry, leaking beads of pre cum, from the way it was leaking you'd think she was teased for hours. "I bet you wouldn't, would you slut?"
You nod no as you watch her wrap one hand around her length, hand moving up and down her shaft as her hips buck into her hand.
Sevika couldn't help it, she had her pretty little wife bent over, panties around her knees. You were a masterpiece, created for her, and she would take great pleasure in ruining you. "Fuck... look at you, bent over just waiting for this cock. Aren't you baby? I can see fuck- I can see how wet you are... fucking dripping for me..."
Most women would probably feel embarrassed or shy being degraded like this. Spoken to like they were nothing but a fuck hole but not you. You looked sweet but you got off on being treat like a whore. Your hole flutters at her words, and that was it, Sevika's restraint snapped and within seconds she was behind you, cock rubbing through your folds, lubing up her cock with your sweet arousal. "Daddy please... put it i-in me..."
You moan as the tip of her cock bumps your clit. Hands gripping the chopping board which had vegetables half falling off it onto the counter, long forgotten. "Desperate. Fucking. Whore. You want daddy to ruin this little cunt hm?" She snaps and she thrusts into you, every word extenuated with a powerful thrust. You were wet, but with the sheer size of her cock the stretch still burned. But fuck it felt good.
"Oh my god yes daddy! Mmmph fuck my little cunt please... please please please!" You moan loudly, uncaring if your neighbours could hear you. The kitchen window was open and it was early enough for people to still be out and about. "Good fucking girl-" Sevika wraps her fist around your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch off the kitchen counter.
"Shit... fuck daddy it's s-so deep!" You cry out, your hips would definitely be bruised in the morning as they hit the edge of the counter with each thrust. Sevika continued to drive her cock deep into your pussy, the warmth wrapped around her, feeling so good.
"This pussy was made for me hm? Sucking my cock in so fucking good... jesus fuck baby I'm gonna cum..." Sevika grunts with each snap of her hips. Hand pulling your hair tight, the other one that was holding your back down moving to your ass cheek, pulling it apart to watch her cock slide in and out of your pussy. "Vika please... please don't st-stop..."
The mix of your desperate, needy pleas and the sight of her cock pummelling into you has her cumming instantly, her thrusts slow and stutter a bit as she creampies your pussy. "There we go take my load sweetheart ... fuck I hope it takes baby... you'd look so beautiful all round and swollen wih my kid... fuck..."
Your knees buckle when you feel the warmth inside, spreading into your lower belly. The combination of Sevika cumming, her filthy words -which you know are true, she's been wishing for you to get pregnant for months- have you falling over the edge with her. Your cunt clenching around her cock, practically holding it hostage. "Vika..." you moan softly, panting as you come down.
"Nuh uh baby don't start whining yet. I'm not done with this pussy." Yeah. It was gonna be a long night.
~~~~~
After being bent over the kitchen counter, Sevika scooped you up and carried you to the couch like you weighed nothing, even after working all day. Sitting down on the couch manspread, with you facing away from her. "Ride my cock slut... show me how badly you want to be a mommy..."
Lifting your hips, you sink yourself down onto her length. You place your hands on her knees to steady yourself as you start to grind and roll your hips. "Daddy... please... I wanna be a mommy so bad please..." you whine and moan as your hips work up to a steady pace.
Sevika grunts behind you, hands on your ass, once again spreading the plump cheeks apart to watch your cunt swallow up her cock. "That's it mama... ride that cock baby. Good girl..." her hips lift off the couch in time with yours to drive her cock deeper into your pussy. You moan loudly as her tip kisses your g-spot with each thrust, causing your own pace to falter. "Daddy I can't... too deep... too... oh god daddy please..." Sevika wasn't having it.
You feel her warm, calloused hand wrap around your throat, not crushing your windpipe or restricting the airflow, but pressing into the sides to slow the blood flow, creating a sensational light headed feeling. "I told you to show me how much you want to be a mommy. Not fuck yourself silly on my cock like a whore. Now ride my fucking cock and make me cum." Her words cause your eyes to roll back, you focus on riding her.
"Y-yes daddy..." Sevika grins and fucks up into your faster, getting closer to the edge once again. "Only you baby... only you would get off on being treat like a slut..." she huffs before holding your hips down, unloading herself deep inside you again.
"Take it... take my baby making seed mama... there we go... think your full enough yet?" She pulls you back against her chest, keeping her cock warm inside you. Your head falls back onto her shoulder, tilting to the side to look at her. "Mmph... maybe..."
She can see your slowly getting tired, your eyes half closed and that stupidly beautiful half smile on your lips. Your one dimple on your left cheek, and the red flush over them. "One more baby, can you be a good girl for daddy?" Her thumb brushes lightly over your bottom lip, and you nod weakly.
~~~~~
Once you had a little bit of a rest, Sevika carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently onto the bed. "Let's get you comfy baby... you dont have to do anything this time other than take my cock..." you smile as she kisses your forehead, distracting you from the fact that she was handcuffing your hands to the headboard. You only realise when you go to itch your nose and you hand is stuck above your head. "Mmph daddy... nose itchy..." you whine softly.
Sevika settles, kneeling between your legs and reaching up to itch your nose, making you giggle. "Thank you daddy, I love you."
"I love you too baby... so much." She grabs your ankles, firstly lifting them upto her shoulders, only to then push them back next to your head, folding you in half. Causing your ass to lift off the bed. "Jesus... vika I'm not supposed to fold in half like a garden chair..."
"It's called the mating press baby... and you want to be a mommy don't you? You want me to pump you full of cum and get you all big and swollen?" She coos, speaking to you like your dumb, which honestly should not have made your pussy clench, but it did. And in this position, nothing went unnoticed. "Oh... oh you like it when daddy treats you like a dumb little breeding whore huh?"
You nod and at the confirmation, Sevika thrusts into you once again. Your wrists pull at the cuffs as Sevika fucks you deeply. In this position it feels even deeper than it had been previously and Sevika wasn't exactly small. Though the mix of pain and pleasure coursed through your body. "Fuck... daddy it's so deep in me... feels like.. it's in my tummy..."
Sevika grunts with each thrust, her hips snapping against your ass with each one. As she's fucking you she watches your stomach bulge slightly with each thrust. "Fuck look at that baby... can you see daddy in your tummy? Gonna cum right in there baby, make you a mommy..." One of her hands let go of your thigh to rest on your lower stomach, feeling her cock bulge under the skin.
"Shit... daddy it's.. oh god daddy that's so hot..." you clench around her cock, and Sevika can feel your thighs start to tremble. Watching your eyes roll back, hands gripping the cuffs tight, tugging them hard, trying to find anything to hold onto. "Cum for me baby... let me feel it..." Sevika moves her hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing small, tight circles on the sensitive nub.
The minute she does you let go, crying out as your orgasm rolls through your body. Cumming harder than you ever have before. "Good girl... crying on daddy's cock... take it baby fuck-" the sight of you crying, sucking her in sends her over the edge for the third time that night. Spilling her seed into your cunt, which was so full it was seeping out around her cock. Creating a white ring around the base of her cock.
"D-daddy please..." you sob, feeling overstimulated and sensitive. Noting your genuine discomfort, Sevika slowly lowers your legs down and pulls out. Uncuffing your hands, pressing a soft kiss to each wrist. "Shh... you did so well baby, you took it so good. My good girl..." Sevika lies down next to you, gripping your chin and licking your tears from your cheeks. "No more crying now baby... it's over." You sniffle and curl up into her side.
Resting your head on her chest, you listen to her heartbeat, you lay there for so long her once racing heart had slowed to a steady rhythm. "Thank you... for looking after me..." you mumble quietly.
"Baby aftercare is-" Sevika starts up instantly. Ready to give you the long ass lecture about why aftercare is important, but your giggle cuts her off.
"I mean in life... not just now- which I do appreciate. But... for everything you do for me... I love you..." you tilt your head to look up at her. Your eyes locked onto hers, which had softened significantly since your intimate moment.
"You don't need to thank me sweetheart, your my pretty little housewife. I asked for this, I should be the one thanking you for giving up your job to take care of us, our house... and hopefully our kids one day." She kisses your forehead, then your nose, both your cheeks before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to you lips. And for the first time in your life, with Sevika, you knew this was it for you.
Sucking Abby’s strap for the first time(?) I don’t know how to summarize this.
Warnings: Abby refers to the strap as her cock, fake cum filled strap—I think that’s it
Abby wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want, but she was always pleasing you and you wanted to make her happy. Your sweet tooth turned it into something more interesting.
Abby sat on the edge of your shared bed, legs spread out so you’d have enough space to accommodate yourself. Her lewd cock was strapped on and waiting for you, it almost glistened from the syrup.
“Atta girl, just like that baby.”
Hands on her thighs and knees burning from the floor bruising your bare skin, you took Abby’s strap with your mouth.
Seven inches covered in glaze as an incentive for you to suck her off. You were her sweet girl, so of course, it was only right to convince you like this.
Licking the tip so the sugary liquid wouldn’t fall, Abby watched your every movement. A yank in your hair obliged you to stuff your pretty mouth with it. You whined uncomfortably because you were still getting used to it: the length and the idea of it all.
The tip popped from inside your cheek, resembling a squirrel, and your eyes opened widely. You’ve never done something like this. You didn’t even know if you’d do a good job.
“Fuck. Looking so pretty taking my cock,” Abby growled, moving your head to have more angles of you in that position. You looked ethereally erotic and a shiver ran down your spine under her hungry stare. Your belly twisted and you clenched around nothing, aroused at how into it the blonde looked.
Abby let go of your hair and supported herself with both hands on the mattress as if telling you to take it from there.
Hesitating, you wrapped your hand around the shaft to steady the obscene plastic toy, groaning softly at the stickiness covering your fingers. You ignored it. With your mouth wide open you took as much as you could past your lips, humming loudly at the feeling.
Abby’s breath heaved. It’s like she could feel the warmth of your mouth around her.
The more you took the sweeter it tasted, and you bobbed your head with your tongue taking as much as possible. It was messy, and the sugar triggered your mouth to drool. Your cheeks hollowed around the toy.
“Tastes good doll?” Abby moaned with a sharp and almost breathless tone. You were a moaning mess yourself as well, the length of Abby’s strap hitting the back of your throat, causing your body to shift because you were enjoying this more than you had expected.
You hummed loudly around the plastic, hands on her knees as you looked up from your position, sending Abby to the fucking moon because your eyes were watering with your brows slightly furrowed. Head bobbing you continued to suck her off, obscene slurping sounds filling the room due to the toy coated with your saliva and the glaze. You were going at it, how could you not when it was a sweet treat attached to your smoking-hot girlfriend.
“Such a good fucking girl. You like it? Taking my cock so well, fuck, gonna make me cum this soon, yeah?”
With heavy sighs coming out of your nose, you kept deepthroating her with muffled whimpers because her filthy words had you flushing and dizzy. Abby’s chest raised up and down, her eyes never leaving yours. Her right hand grabbed your hair and held it in a messy but tight ponytail, helping you get the hair out of your pretty face, and of course, help you take her deeper. Breathy curses left Abby’s lips while forcing you to take her without a break, the bumping of the strap meeting with her clit, driving her absolutely wild. Struggling to breathe, tears rolled down your pinkish cheeks, causing your mascara to run, the black around your eyes making them look bigger, and Abby held your hair tighter at the sight of your doe-like eyes shining.
“I’m coming princess, want to stuff your mouth with me, can I?” She made sure you were okay with it first. You assuringly gripped her knees and she held your head in place before reaching the balls of her strap with her free hand, squeezing them.
Next thing you knew, your mouth was being filled with a creamy consistency. “Stay like this for a second,” She breathlessly ordered, admiring the way you looked with your face blushing and dampened with your tears; your plump pink lips still wrapped around her dick and cheeks slightly bloated from her load stuffing you. “My pretty angel, I must be in fucking heaven.”
You batted your lashes, thoroughly flustered because only Abby would lovingly praise you after fucking your mouth with her seven-inch cock. With a loud gulp, you swallowed the tasty cream and she set your hair free from her grip, letting it cascade beautifully down your shoulders. You slowly propped yourself up, echoing a loud ‘pop’ when you finally got her strap out of your tired mouth, your jaw adjusting back to normal.
“You taste good.” You smiled mischievously, ignoring the lewd image of the plastic toy still hanging between the two of you and glimmering from your spit.
Abby chuckled and leaned down, grabbing your chin before kissing you without warning, her tongue sneaking past your lips, groaning softly when she tasted every corner of your mouth. Lustfully, she pulled back, blue dilated eyes piercing yours. “Now I want some of your sweet pussy.”
Wife!ellie x fem!reader Modern AU Word Count: 1.3k
Summery: Ellie is genuinely obsessed with you. So when you greet her from a long day of work in a tight dress with a zipper on your thigh that mocks her. She can't help herself.
cw: SMUT wife!ellie, femme!reader, praise kink (kinda), Ellie is literally obsessed with reader, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (r!receiving), scisoring, strap usage (r!receiving), top!ellie, bottom!reader, cursing, Ellie wears a suit, finger sucking, nipple play (e!receiving), overstimulation (kinda), LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!
A/N: Yes.. this is based off of Miniskirt by AOA. My friend was playing it and I immediately thought of Ellie's reaction to seeing you in that dress.. Yum. Also the photo of Ellie in a suit made me want to write it.
Miniskirt - AOA
You position your body to see how you look in a dress you recently bought from a thrift store, along with some black thigh high stockings with a garter that you know would make Ellie melt. The dress reaches to your thighs, farther from your knees than you’re comfortable with. But you don’t mind. You didn’t notice this when buying it, a zipper. Right at your thigh. You almost laugh at seeing it. You haven’t shown Ellie the dress and you’re excited for her to come home. You sit down and put on some heels that you bought. You can’t wait to show Ellie when she gets him. And that excitement becomes a reality when you hear the lock shift at the front door. You walk out the room and see Ellie. She’s in her suit. She looks exhausted and takes her blazer off.
“Hi baby.. how was work?” You ask, walking towards her. Your heels click as you get closer to her. Ellie finally looks up and her expression completely shifts.
“Oh.. uh.. shit um..” She’s speechless. You smile,
“You didn’t answer my question..” You know you’re teasing her, and you’re getting a kick out of it.
“Fine.. boring..” Her answer is quick, like she wants to change the subject. Ellie’s hands quickly move down to your waist and she starts to shamelessly check you out.
“Where’d you get the dress?” She asks. You laugh softly and lift your hands to her shoulders.
“The thrift store.. I went at 12.. do you like it?” You start to toy with her tie. Ellie nods, not even paying attention to the way you pull her closer like a dog on a leash.
“You look.. you look really good babe..” She mumbles. You finally pull her close enough to kiss her. She hums into the kiss and fully circles her arms around your waist. Ellie snakes her arms under her thighs and lifts you up. You squeak,
“Ellie..!” You giggle and nuzzle into her neck. You hear a quiet chuckle escape her lips as she gently kisses your neck. When you get to the room, Ellie kicks the door closed and sets you on the bed. You wrap her tie around your hand and pull her closer,
“Hi..” You giggle. Ellie kisses your cheek,
“..Hi..” She answers, sounding a little shy. You let go of the tie and turn her attention back to the dress, which probably never lost her attention anyways. You gently unzip the zipper, showing the garter.
“Fuck.. y/n..” Ellie basically moans at the sight of this. She lowers down to her knees and brushes her lips against your thighs. Pressing small kisses, nearing your core. You stroke her hair, her kisses start to go up to your stomach. She starts to push the dress further up your body. You release a shaky breath from your lips.
“Ellie..” you whine. She mumbles, her voice muffled.
“Take this off.. please?” She begs in a whispered voice. You remove your stocks and take the dress off, leaving you only in your red laced underwear. Ellie kisses your core through the fabric. You twitch, your hand cupping her cheek.
“Don’t tease..” You murmur. Ellie kisses your inner thigh and pushes your underwear to the side, exposing your wet cunt.
“Shit.. baby..” She starts with soft kitten licks. Then her tongue lapping your soaking cunt. Your head falls back and you let out soft, high pitched whimpers. Grabbing her hair, pushes her head into you. She licks and sucks your pussy like it’s the only meal she’s had all day. Sometimes sucking at your clit. You start to grind your hips on her face.
“Fuuuck.. mm..” You whine. You can feel your orgasm approaching, when she thrusts two fingers into your swollen pussy. You jerk your hips up with a lewd moan.
“Oh.. Christ..” Ellie chuckles, her fingers curling inside of you.
“You’re a little sensitive today aren’t you baby?” Her teasing words only turn you on. You move with the rhythm of her fingers. She sucks on your clit.
“I’m gonna cum..” You whine. Ellie kisses your stomach while thrusting her fingers into you.
“Cum on my fingers baby..” She orders. When you finish, she kisses your lips. You close your eyes and catch your breath. Ellie lifts her fingers to your mouth. Without thinking, you open your mouth and wrap your lips around her fingers. Sucking your juices off of them. After that, she sticks those same fingers in her mouth. Looking at you while sucking them.
“You have enough energy in you for another baby?” She asks. Her voice is deep. Of course you have enough energy. With the way she turns you on by just speaking, how could you not? You nod and shift on the bed, sitting up. Ellie smiles, she undresses herself. She lifts her leg over yours and starts rubbing her wet pussy against yours, immediately moaning at the contact.
“Oh fuck.. you feel so good baby..” She grabs your waist and pulls you against her. You whine and grip her arm. You guys both match each others rhythm. Feeling your swollen clit rub against hers. Ellie watches your tits bounce up and down as you guys thrust against each other. Your hand moves to her tit, you circle her nipple with your thumb. You pull a whimper out of her with this. Her eyes slightly rolling back.
“Baby ’m gonna cum.” Ellie whispers in a whiney voice. You nod, silently telling her you are too. Her hand grips your thigh and she nuzzles into your neck, placing soft kissing while praising you about how good you’re doing. Or how beautiful you look. You shut your eyes and grip her back while riding out your orgasm. You look down, cum covering both of your swollen cunts. You pant in her ear. Ellie whispers softly,
“I wanna be inside you..” Fuck.. seriously? You were starting to get sensitive. But you didn’t want to say no. You were so turned on by her right now. You whine. Ellie stands up and grabs the strap from a cabinet. You turn around, laying on your stomach. You lift your ass up towards Ellie. She groans,
“Fuck baby.. you’re trying to kill me..” Her hands rub your ass.
“I didn’t even put the strap on yet..” She mutters, almost as if she’s talking to herself. Your face is buried in a pillow. Ellie steps away and attaches the strap. When she’s done, she grabs the silicone cock and rubs it against your folds. You whine, more sensitive than usual. She pushes her length inside of your sopping cunt slowly.
“Mmph..” You moan loudly, biting your lip to muffle the sound. Ellie starts slowly thrusting into your overstimulated pussy. She leans down to kiss your lips. She lifts herself up and starts thrusting faster, leaning down to rub your clit.
“Mm.. you’re so tight.. taking my cock so good..” You ball the blanket into your fist. Moaning into the mattress.
“Ellie please.. I need to cum..” You whine loudly. Ellie thrusts faster, chasing her own orgasm as her clit rubs against the base of the strap.
“You’re so fucking hot..” She moans. Gripping your hips and pulling you deeper. Cream surrounds the base as she slams into you. You let out a high pitched whimper,
“I’m cumming..!” And even though you do cum, Ellie keeps thrusting into you. Chasing her own orgasm. You let out soft whines, your legs growing weak from the position that you’re in. You feel her hips stutter as her rhythm falters. Finally finishing as well. She keeps the silicone cock buried inside of you as she kisses your cheek and lips. Whispering soft praises and “I love you’s”. After, she pulls out slowly. Unclipping the strap and laying next to you.
“You good?” She asks, her voice gentle and quiet. You nod, your eyes are closed from exhaustion. You’re melted against Ellie.
“I love you..” She mumbles. You hum, wanting to say it back. But being too tired to do it. Ellie just smiles and kisses your neck.
you & vi have a fight just for her to get what she called ‘a hate boner’
“I swear to fucking god,” Vi slammed the door shut, “I wish you’d just stop fucking nagging!”
You glared at her, “I’m not nagging at you when I say if you drink that much you only increase your chances of falling into literal health problems.”
“Well, I don’t need your advice,” Vi crossed her arms.
“I don’t want you dying so young,” you replied.
“Wow, now you’re a doctor.”
You didn’t say anything. You just stared at her as if asking her with your eyes “are you fucking serious?” Vi didn’t move, she meant every word. You turned around and grabbed your keys.
“I’m headed out.”
Vi huffed, “of course. Running away from our problems like we always do, how mature!”
You opened the door, pausing just for a second as if you wanted to insult her but you swallowed it and walked out. The door shut behind you. Vi didn’t come outside asking for you to come back. She probably thought she was right. You just wanted her to spend time with you instead of drinking all day all night.
But it felt like every time you asked her to come sit by you or talk to you, she’d suddenly go quiet. Sometimes it felt like she wasn’t even in love with you anymore and just pretended to be to keep peace.
You got in your car, sighing deeply.
“I hope she grows a brain,” you thought as you drove out of the driveway, and onto the road.
You hadn’t gotten back in an hour until it started getting dark, and you had to go back home for your own safety. You turned the key, opening the door as quietly as possible. Vi was on the couch watching TV with her feet up on the table.
You ignored her, and walked to the bedroom quietly. Vi didn’t register when you’d entered the house but when she heard you close the bedroom door— it creaked ominously, earning her immediate attention.
“Back, huh?” Vi crossed her arms, leaning sideways against the doorframe.
“Well, it’s my house too, so yeah,” you walked to the closet, taking a fresh set of pajamas out.
Vi didn’t say anything.
“You still mad about me “nagging”?” You asked, raising a brow as you undid your top.
Vi once again didn’t say anything, you saw her shift. “Mmmhmm, still mad at ya’.”
“Sure,” you said dryly, eyes drifting down lazily to her boner.
“It’s a hate boner.” She defended.
“Sure,” you drawled, stepping closer.
“What’re you doing—?”
“You sound panicked,” you slowly got on your knees right there in front of her, “like you’d really hate it if I sucked you off right now,” you massaged her boner, crotch of her pants stretched along the area.
“I would,” Vi mumbled.
“Yeah, right.”
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
You pulled her pants down, watching with amusement as her cock slapped up against her stomach, tip drooling precum everywhere. The stringy sticky liquid dripped on your hand, pulling a chuckle from you.
“Not when you’re leaking like this.”
“I’m not—! I’m not leaking!”
“Then what’s all this, daddy?” You collected all her liquids on your palm, holding out your sticky hand, “fucking disgusting. Getting turned on from an argument.”
“That’s—... Not true…” Vi gripped the doorframe as if that would save her.
You squeezed the shaft, slowly bringing your hand up holding her cock. Your thumb reached up, swiping the tip of her cock. You kissed the flushed tip, moving your tongue over her member.
“Oh, baby, you’re throbbing.”
Your words alone drove Vi insane, it was humiliating in a way that burnt deep down in her abdomen, and the feeling refused to leave. She could handle this. Or so it felt like it. Your touch made her see heaven. Your hand worked on her member slowly, giving her the most pleasurable but embarrassing hand job ever.
“Are you still mad?” You pouted, mocking her ability to keep her pants on.
“I— I am.” Vi said, trying to hold her ground, knowing fully well she’d already lost.
“Is that so?” You giggled, lips wrapping over the tip of her member.
She shivered, jerking when she suddenly felt the warmth of your mouth on her sensitive cock. It made her want to cry. She tried, she really tried but the tears escaped. Vi was someone who cried very easily from pleasure, her sensitive member throbbed helplessly in your hand as you licked it and slowly took it in your mouth.
“Mmmm,” you hummed tastefully as you bobbed your head slowly.
You took your time, you had all the time in the world. Vi, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. As if her knees would give away any second. The sight was laughable especially with all the muscle on her. You sucked harder and your hand slowly traced down to massage her balls.
Vi gasped, “you’re too much!”
You pulled away from her dick with a “pop”, and looked up, “no, I’m not. You can take me.”
Vi made a small defeated sound.
“I can’t.”
“You can and you will,” you said, voice final before you took her in your mouth again.
She whined, holding the door for dear life as you sucked her harder. Her member twitched.
Oh, the pathetic little thing was close already. All it took was a squeeze— and she came.
Thick ropes of cum flooded your mouth. Your eyes rolled back, taking it all quietly. Not a single bit of it dripped out of your mouth.
You pulled away, smile on your lips as you stared up, “taste so good, baby.”
“Fuck you,” Vi said weakly, legs closing as she tried to protect her pride with her hands, “you’re a fucking demon.”
“Sure am,” you got up, grabbing her by the shoulders.
The woman, now weakened by the sudden orgasm, got shoved up against the wall by you. You kissed her, leg slipping between hers so she could hump you pathetically. She whimpered into the kiss. You didn’t move, instead you shoved your tongue in her mouth.
Vi kissed you back— desperate, submissive just for you.
When you both parted, you held her chin firmly, and whispered, “remember your place from now on, okay?”
part one 𝜗𝜚 part two 𝜗𝜚 part three 𝜗𝜚 part four 𝜗𝜚 part five 𝜗𝜚 part six 𝜗𝜚 part seven 𝜗𝜚 part eight
warnings: fluff, angst, single mom! sevika, kindergarten teacher! reader, modern au, afab reader, 'ms' used to describe reader in chapters, slow burn, alcohol consumption, vulnerable sev
word count: 4.0k
a/n: i had to shorten this so much
It’s the next day.
You reminisce on the lingering glance you had shared with Sevika the morning prior. Parts of you try to convince yourself that she simply was just staring back at the building; after all, it’s a human’s basic nature to simply stare. But there’s an internal conflict within you where one side hopes that it was you that she was staring at.
As each of your students fall into their plastic seats, you, of course, notice the absence of Rue once more.
You busy yourself with attendance, calling names, marking boxes, keeping your tone even. But your eyes flick up every few seconds, betraying you.
Then, finally—
The door opens.
It’s not Sevika.
Sloane steps in first, posture straight, presence controlled in that way that always makes the room feel just a bit smaller. Rue trails behind her, quieter than usual, her small hand barely brushing against Sloane’s coat before dropping back to her side.
You straighten instinctively.
“Good morning,” you say, polite.
Sloane offers a tight smile. “Miss.”
Her gaze lingers on you a moment too long—not warm, not quite cold either. Measuring.
Rue doesn’t move right away.
She just stands there, looking at you.
There’s something different in her expression. Not quite the bright eagerness you’re used to, not entirely withdrawn either. Something caught in between.
“Rue,” you say gently, softening despite yourself. “Go on, sweetheart. Your seat’s waiting.”
She hesitates.
Then slowly, she walks past Sloane and into the classroom, her steps quieter than usual as she slips into her chair.
You watch her for a second longer before turning your attention back.
“Was there anything you wanted to discuss?” you ask, keeping your tone professional.
Sloane hums lightly, glancing around the room like she’s taking inventory. “Just making sure everything’s… running smoothly.”
“It is,” you reply.
“I’m glad.” Her eyes return to you. “Consistency is important for children. Wouldn’t you agree?”
There’s something pointed in the way she says it.
You hold her gaze., "of course.”
A beat passes.
Then she smiles again—thin, practiced. “I’ll be the one picking her up today as well.”
Your stomach twists, but your expression doesn’t change. “Noted.”
She nods once, then turns on her heel and leaves. The door clicks shut behind her, only then do you let yourself breathe.
However, the day noticeably moves by, and pickup comes too quickly. You find yourself glancing at the door before it even opens. And when it does, Sloane again. Right on time. Rue packs up slower than usual, dragging the process out in a way that doesn’t go unnoticed. You pretend not to see it, even as your chest tightens.
“Rue,” Sloane calls, not unkindly but firm enough.
Rue slides out of her chair, clutching her bag.
She walks toward the door then stops. Turns back. Your breath catches. For a second, it looks like she might say something. Instead, she just walks up to you and wraps her arms around your waist.
It’s quick. Tight, and gone before you can fully react.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she mumbles.
You swallow, “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
She pulls away and heads back to Sloane.
Sloane watches the exchange carefully. Too carefully.
“Attached,” she comments lightly, though there’s an edge beneath it.
You straighten, "she’s a child.”
“Mm," Sloane tilts her head. “Children don’t attach without reason.”
Your jaw tightens, but you don’t respond.
After a moment, she reaches for Rue’s hand.
“Say goodbye properly,” she prompts.
Rue doesn’t look back this time. “Bye, Miss.”
Then they’re gone. The door closes. And the room feels quieter than it should.
While you know that your primary concern is meant to be Rue, pining begins to burdens your heart. You begin to miss those silver eyes that stare at you, the ones that linger with an emotion you’ve never witnessed anywhere but the movies before. It’s a feeling that you never knew existed. One that you couldn’t even name until Sevika came along.
You hadn’t realized how important those eyes had become to your routine.
You told yourself it had to stop the moment you noticed the shift.
It was small at first—lingering glances that lasted a second too long, the way your tone softened when you spoke to Sevika, how your day seemed to hinge on whether or not you’d see her at pickup. But small things had a way of growing teeth, and lately it had started to bite into your work.
You were distracted. Slower. Softer in places you shouldn’t be. Unprofessional. You shouldn’t have spent that much time with her in the first place. So the next time Sevika walked into your classroom, you were ready.
Or at least, you tried to be.
She paused in the doorway like she always did, scanning the room until her eyes landed on you. Usually, there’d be something there—recognition, warmth, that subtle shared understanding you’d built over months. This time, you gave her a polite nod.
Nothing more.
You saw it register immediately. The flicker. The confusion. The way her shoulders stiffened just slightly before she masked it. “Morning miss,” she greeted, voice neutral.
“Mrs. Singh,” you replied, just as neutral.
The air between you turned brittle. After that, everything felt off. Conversations became clipped. Functional. You spoke only when necessary, eyes avoiding each other more often than not. Even Rue seemed to notice, her gaze darting between the two of you during pickup like she was trying to solve a puzzle she didn’t have the pieces for.
And then Rue started acting out again.
It crept in the same way your feelings had—quietly at first. Refusing to share. Snapping at other children. Clinging one moment, distant the next. By the third day, you knew you couldn’t ignore it.
You had to call Sevika in.
She arrived that evening, the classroom dim under the soft hum of fluorescent lights. It felt eerily similar to that first night—the one where something had shifted between you both.
Only this time, she wasn’t alone.
Sloane walked in right behind her.
The temperature dropped instantly.
You straightened, “I didn’t realize—”
“I’m her mother too,” Sloane cut in smoothly, though her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
Sevika’s jaw tightened, "We talked about this.”
“We talked about a lot of things,” Sloane replied.
And just like that, it started.
Sharp words. Old wounds, clearly not healed. You tried to keep the focus on Rue, to redirect the conversation, but they kept circling back to each other—accusations wrapped in civility, civility cracking into something harsher.
“Can we please—” you stepped in, voice firm, “keep this about Rue?”
They didn’t.
Not really.
By the end of it, Sloane was visibly irritated, Sevika was seething, and you felt like you’d just been caught in the middle of something far bigger than you’d ever agreed to be part of.
You should’ve known it wouldn’t end there.
The next morning, Caitlyn called you into her office.
“Sloane filed a complaint," she sighed.
Your stomach dropped.
Caitlyn looked like she hated even saying it. “I argued against it. You know I did. But with everything.. they’re putting you under review. Temporarily.”
Despite her reassurances, the words still landed heavy.
Under review.
When you stepped back into your classroom later that day, it didn’t feel like yours anymore. Your eyes drifted, landing on the far wall.
Rue’s drawing.
You had hung it up months ago—bright crayon strokes, uneven lines, a house with too many windows. Three figures stood in front of it.
Rue.
Sevika.
And you.
Labeled in messy handwriting.
Family.
You stared at it longer than you should have. Before turning off the lights once more, and leaving for your—hopefully temporarily—hiatus.
The break was supposed to help.
“A mental health hiatus,” you’d told people. It sounded cleaner that way. Easier to explain. Your students didn’t understand. They asked questions you couldn’t answer, their little faces confused at your absence.
Caitlyn understood, at least. That made it easier. Still, the silence at home was loud. A week passed in a blur of undone laundry, half-finished cups of tea, and hours spent staring at nothing in particular.
Then, one afternoon, there was a knock at your door.
You groaned, dragging yourself off the couch, “If this is another—”
You swung the door open and froze.
Sevika stood there, rain clinging to her jacket, hair damp at the edges. In her hand, there lay your coat. The small raincoat you’d given Rue months ago.
“Wanted to return your coat,” she said.
You blinked, “How’d you know my address?”
She gave you a look. “Because I’ve picked you up from here, remember? Or did your little hiatus mess with that brain of yours.”
“Oh.” You paused. “..Yeah.”
A beat.
“Can I come in?” She asks.
The words slipped out before you could stop them. “Not professional, Mrs. Singh.”
She raised a brow, then lifted her hand—bare ring finger catching the light. “Not married.”
You winced, "apologies.” You stepped aside, motioning for her to come in.
She walked in like she didn’t quite belong there, but wasn’t entirely out of place either. Her eyes moved slowly around your home, taking things in more deliberately than she ever had before.
“I can make tea,” you offered.
“Hot chocolate?” she asked, an almost soft chuckle escaping past her lips.
You huffed a small laugh. “Yeah. I can do that.”
The familiarity of it settled something in your chest.
You moved around the kitchen, the soft clink of mugs filling the silence while she leaned against the counter, watching.
“There’s a substitute,” she said after a while.
You stilled slightly. “Yeah?”
“She’s terrible.”
That made you glance over. “Sevika—”
“Rue says she’s not fun.” A pause. “Says you let them nap. Ms. Medarda doesn’t.”
You smiled faintly despite yourself, "nap time is important.”
“She misses you.”
That one landed. Silence stretched between you, heavier now. You turned back to the counter, gripping the edge just a little tighter.
“I was going to ask—” you started, but the words never came.
Because suddenly, she was closer, and then her lips were on yours. It wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t careful. It was something impulsive, something built from everything unsaid, everything avoided.
It didn’t last long.
She pulled back like she’d burned herself.
“I—” Sevika dragged a hand through her hair. “You make me feel safe.”
Your heart stuttered.
“But I’m not ready for.. anything.” Her voice faltered, frustration creeping in. “That wasn’t— I didn’t plan that.”
You swallowed, “I know.”
And you did. You understood more than you wanted to.
You weren’t a future to her.
You were a refuge.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, already stepping back.
Then she left.
Just like that.
After that, things became structured.
Professional.
Carefully distant.
You both agreed without saying it outright. And maybe you told yourself it was because of work. Because of boundaries. Because of what was right. Not because it hurt.
Your friends dragged you out one night.
“A drink,” they insisted. “You need it.”
You didn’t argue.
The bar was loud, warm, alive in a way you hadn’t felt in weeks.
And then, you saw her.
Sevika sat at the bar, a glass in hand, shoulders slightly slouched in a way you’d never seen before. Almost as if she were close to accepting defeat. She noticed you quickly.
Of course she did.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” you said, sliding into the seat beside her.
She huffed, “Yeah. Me neither.”
A few drinks in, the edges started to blur.
“She’s still my wife,” Sevika admitted suddenly.
You blink at her, “I thought—”
“We never finalized anything,” she stared into her glass. “Still legally married.”
The words sat heavy.
“That kiss…” she continued, quieter now. “It almost made me leave.”
Your breath caught.
“But I didn’t.” A hollow laugh. “Probably for the best. For Rue.”
You thought of the drawing.
“She manipulates me, I know she does,” Sevika said bluntly. “Sloane. Knows exactly what to say to make me stay.” You didn’t interrupt. “The house is still partly mine. It’s complicated.” She exhaled sharply. “And Rue.. she loves having both of us.”
A pause.
“.. I think," she muttered.
Your chest tightened.
“She was happier when Sloane stayed,” Sevika added. Then, softer you heard, “But I think she’s starting not to be, I can tell.”
The alcohol loosened her further, words spilling more easily now.
“I’ve never been easy to love,” she muttered. “People leave. Or they cheat.” A bitter edge crept in. “Sloane did. Before we even separated.”
Your stomach twisted.
“Kissing you.. ” she shook her head. “Made me feel just as bad as her.”
“That’s not the same,” you said quietly.
“Feels like it," she takes another sip.
You didn’t remember deciding to leave.
Only that somehow, you ended up walking back to your place together. The night air was cool, sobering gently.
Sevika talked more than usual—about nothing and everything all at once, her voice softer, edges worn down by the alcohol. You listened, occasionally bumping shoulders, neither of you pulling away.
When you reached your door, she lingered.
Inside, she moved more slowly this time. More observant. Her gaze traced the small details, the books, the worn couch, the mugs still sitting in the sink. “You live like this all the time?” she murmured.
You huffed, “I’ve had a week.”
She almost smiled.
And for a moment, it felt easy again. Like something that could exist. Even if neither of you was ready to admit what it actually was. The word sits unfinished in your mind, like something fragile you’re both afraid to name out loud.
Sevika lingers just inside your doorway, shoulders no longer as tense as they usually are, her presence softer in the dim light of your apartment. You don’t ask her to leave, and she doesn’t make a move to.
Instead, she exhales slowly, dragging a hand over her face before glancing at you. “You got anything stronger than hot chocolate?”
You lean against the counter, arms crossing loosely, "you’ve had enough.”
She scoffs, but there’s no bite behind it. “Probably.. didn’t mean to end up here.”
“You didn’t exactly fight it either,” you point out.
That almost earns you a smile. “Yeah,” she mutters.
Silence settles, but it’s not the same suffocating kind from before. This one feels careful. Like both of you are navigating something delicate, trying not to press too hard on the cracks.
You push off the counter, "you can stay until you sober up.”
Her brows lift slightly, "that your professional opinion?”
You hesitate just a second too long.
“It’s the proper one," you say.
Something shifts in her expression at that.
Not quite relief.
Not quite something else.
But close.
She nods once. “Okay.”
Later on in the night, you both end up sitting on opposite ends of the couch. At first. There’s a deliberate space between you, like an unspoken agreement. A boundary neither of you wants to cross—not again, not after last time.
But the longer you sit there, the more that space between you both feels unnecessary. Sevika leans forward, elbows resting on her knees, staring down at her hands, “she dropped Rue off again today, didn’t she?”
The question catches you off guard.
You glance at her. “Yeah.”
“She’s been insisting on it.” Her jaw tightens. “Says it’s better for ‘consistency.’”
You don’t miss the way she says it, like the word tastes bitter. “She picked her up, too,” you add, before you can stop yourself.
Sevika huffs quietly, shaking her head, “Of course she did.”
There’s something restrained in her reaction. Not explosive anger. Not even surprise.
Just resignation.
Defeat.
You shift slightly, “Rue’s been even more.. different.”
That gets her attention. Sevika looks up at you immediately, something sharper cutting through the haze of alcohol. “Different how?”
You hesitate, choosing your words carefully.
“Quieter. Hesitant.” You pause. “She hugged me before she left.”
Sevika’s expression flickers.
“She doesn’t usually do that?” she asks.
“Not like that,” you admit. “It felt like she didn’t want to go.”
That sits heavy between you. Sevika leans back slowly, exhaling through her nose. “She’s been like that at home too.”
Your chest tightens.
“She doesn’t talk as much,” Sevika continues. “Keeps asking if she can come see you.”
A small pause. “Sloane doesn’t like that.” Of course she doesn’t.
“She says it’s confusing for Rue,” Sevika adds, voice flattening slightly. “Says boundaries need to be clearer.”
You swallow.
Professional.
Right.
“That’s.. not entirely wrong,” you say, even though the words feel like they scrape on the way out.
Sevika’s gaze snaps to you.
“Don’t,” she says.
Your brows knit, "Don’t what?”
“Don’t do that thing where you make it sound reasonable.” There’s a quiet intensity in her voice now. “You didn’t see her.”
“I did see her,” you counter softly.
“You didn’t see her at home," she says.
The way she says it makes you stop.
“She sits in her room,” Sevika continues, quieter now. “Draws. Doesn’t show Sloane anymore.”
Your heart sinks.
“.. Does she show you?” You ask, already knowing the answer but hoping that it'd be something different.
A pause.
Sevika looks away, “Sometimes.”
That answer tells you enough. Silence settles again, heavier this time.
You shift, your voice gentler. “You think she’s picking up on things?”
Sevika lets out a humourless laugh, “She’s a kid, not stupid.” You don’t argue on that. Rue's intelligence has always been higher than average, even during her difficult behaviour at the start of the school year.
“She knows something’s wrong,” Sevika murmurs. “Between us. Between everything.” Her hands curl slightly, like she’s holding onto something invisible. “I thought staying would make it easier for her,” she admits. “Having both of us there.”
You think back to the drawing.
To the word family written in uneven crayon.
“She just wants stability,” you say quietly.
Sevika glances at you, “Yeah.”
“But stability doesn’t mean pretending things are okay when they’re not," you sigh. The words hang there. Sevika studies you for a long moment, like she’s trying to decide something.
“You always this honest?” she asks.
You huff softly, “Only when I shouldn’t be.”
That earns you a faint, fleeting smile, then it fades. “I don’t know how to leave,” she admits suddenly. Your breath catches. The vulnerability in her voice is unmistakable now—stripped down, unguarded in a way you’ve only seen glimpses of before.
“It’s not just the house,” she continues. “Or the legal stuff. It’s..” She exhales sharply. “Everything.”
You don’t interrupt.
“If I leave, I’m the one breaking it,” she says. “For Rue. For.. whatever this is supposed to be.”
“You’re not the one who broke it,” you say gently.
Her jaw tightens, "Doesn’t feel that way.”
“That doesn’t make it true," you reassure her.
She looks at you again. Really looks at you. And for a second, that same feeling from before flickers between you. The one you’ve been trying so hard to ignore.
“You make it sound simple,” she murmurs.
“It’s not simple,” you reply. “It’s just.. clear.”
Another pause.
“You deserve better than something that makes you feel trapped," you lock your eyes with her own. The words land. You see it in the way her expression shifts, something cracking just beneath the surface.
Sevika looks away quickly, like she can’t hold your gaze anymore “You’re not helping,” she mutters.
“I’m not trying to," you say.
Another beat of silence.
“Why do you care so much?” She mutters.
The question is quiet.
Careful.
Dangerous.
You hesitate.
Because there are a dozen answers you could give. Professional ones, safe ones, ones that would keep everything neatly contained, easy to walk away from, but none of them would be true.
“I care about Rue,” you say first.
Sevika huffs softly, “That’s not what I asked.”
You swallow, your hands tighten slightly in your lap. “I care about you too.”
Sevika goes still, completely still. For a moment, neither of you speaks. Then she exhales slowly, like she’s been holding that breath for a while.
“That’s the problem,” she says quietly.
Your chest tightens. “Why is that a problem?”
“Because I don’t know what to do with that," she looks away. Her honesty hits harder than anything else she could’ve said.
“I’m not asking you to do anything,” you reply, just as quietly.
“But it makes me want to," she sighs.
You blink, “What?”
Sevika shakes her head, frustrated. “That’s what I mean. You—” she gestures vaguely toward you “—you make things feel possible.”
Your heart stutters. “And they’re not?” you ask.
She hesitates. That hesitation is answer enough for you, and you feel your heart begin to weigh down.
“.. Not right now,” she says finally.
It shouldn’t hurt. You knew this, you’ve known this. But hearing it said out loud makes its effects worse. You nod slowly, forcing yourself to accept it. “Okay.”
The word feels heavier than it should. Sevika watches you carefully, like she’s expecting something more, but you don’t give it to her. Instead, you lean back slightly, creating that space between you again.
Rebuilding the boundary that should've been built so long ago.
“If you’re staying,” you say, your tone gentler but steadier now, “you should probably get some sleep.”
Something flickers across her face.
Not quite disappointment, but close.
“Yeah,” she murmurs.
Neither of you moves right away. Then, eventually, you push yourself up from the couch and show her to the spare room. However, she pauses in the doorway.
“Hey,” she says, you glance back. “..Thanks.”
You nod once, “Mhm.” And then you leave her there, the shadows of the night causing a blur that leads into the next morning. And as you wake up, everything feels strange.
Too normal.
Like the night before didn’t happen. You wake up early, out of habit, moving quietly through your kitchen as you make coffee. For a moment, you almost forget she’s there until you hear the soft creak of the hallway floor. Sevika appears a second later, hair slightly messy, expression more guarded than it was the night before.
Walls back up.
“Morning,” she says.
“Morning," you greet.
There’s a pause. Then she nods toward the door. “I should go. Need to get Rue ready.”
Routine.
Responsibility.
Reality.
You nod, “Yeah.”
She hesitates just a second longer, like she might say something else. But then she doesn’t. Instead, she just leaves.
The following week, you've been participating in what's seemingly your normal routine at this point. Wake up late, make coffee, ignore your mounds of laundry, and ignore your own basic needs. It's only when your hiatus ends and you find yourself standing in your classroom again.
Caitlyn had cleared you to return, “temporarily resolved,” she called it.
However, it doesn’t feel resolved, not even close. The room fills slowly, familiar voices, familiar faces. And despite everything, you find yourself glancing at the door.
Waiting.
It opens.
And this time it’s Sloane, again. Rue steps in beside her, her face softer and seemingly more vulnerable. Almost as if that firey personality of hers is long gone.
Your chest sinks.
Whatever fragile, unspoken thing had existed that night prior it folds itself neatly away under the weight of reality. As you lose yourself in your thoughts, Sloane’s sharp gaze finds yours immediately.
Knowing.
“Miss,” she greets.
You straighten, “Good morning.”
Rue lingers just for a second, long enough for you to see it again—that hesitation, that quiet pull toward you. But she doesn’t move. Doesn't go to sit in her chair, and doesn't rush to start her colouring.
“Go on,” Sloane prompts.
And Rue listens, simply walking past you and taking her seat. She doesn’t look back. And somehow, that hurts more.
