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ALL EYES ON ME (starring caitvi)

summary: caitlyn has always been gentle to you, so what would be better than watching violet be rough with you?

pairing: caitlyn x f!reader x violet

tags: 18+ mdni, no use of y/n, swearing, established relationship(reader is with caitlyn), cuck!caitlyn(she's a freakkk), dirty talk, degradation, facefucking, f!masturbation, rough sex, strap-on sex(r!recieving), overstimulation, cuckholding

wc: 2.6k

ac: i went a little crazy with this one, so sorry i'm getting it out later than expected, but i hope you enjoy! likes + reblogs are greatly appreciated.

kinktober '25

caitlyn was a reserved woman. calm, collected, most would argue incredibly stoic. and in bed, those traits didn't seem to stray from her.

she was careful with you, every touch was strategic. each kiss that she dragged across your body, the press of her fingers—everything had a distinct purpose. she was a giver, her pleasure shining through by pleasing you. 

she never pushed, never lost her composure, never took more than you were willing to give. and you, being the person you were, never asked for anything outside of her tortured bounds. you were thoroughly satisfied with your sex life, pleased even with how caitlyn treated you.

but her mind couldn't help but wander, spending her nights lying awake, wondering how you would react to someone else. someone else that was...rougher.

someone whose touch marred your skin like spindled rope, who took and took without regard.

she wondered how your body would respond, if your back would bow into their jagged hands or shy away from it. if your pretty, silken moans would spill from your lips, or broken, choked gasps crawl up your throat.

the tainting thought abhorred her, yet it occupied her mind, seeping in like poison into the darkest places of her psyche. so much so, she couldn't bear to keep it to herself.

hence she introduced the idea to you one night, lying in bed. you asked curiously who this person would be, and the name slipped from her mouth as if it were a casual question—a casual circumstance. 

violet.

she was a friend of caitlyn's, a friendship that you'd never understand. they were complete opposites, their personalities flipping into each other like a cursed mirror. and yet, you still agreed.

now tonight, the frigid woman rests her forearms on a leather chair in the corner of a costly hotel, tired eyes raking over the scene unfolding in front of her. the musky scent of saffron and fresh linen filled the suite, gold embellishments adorning every corner of the high walls. 

she watched as violet towered over your frame, her bruised fingers tugging at the soft hotel robe you wore. you gasped as she did, body jerking as she unknotted the white fabric, eyes wide at the foreign roughness.

you absolutely weren't used to this. if it were caitlyn she'd spend minutes taking her time to undress you, but violet? she took seconds, her calloused hands peeling it off and letting it fall haphazardly, as if it were an inconvenience to her. you couldn't adjust to the vast difference, yet it made a shameful arousal pool in your stomach.

her hand spans across the back of your neck, pulling your naked body to be flush against hers. she tilts her head, a lazy smile forming on her lips. "you wanna give your uptight girlfriend a show?" she muses, her tone full with promise.

caitlyn wanted to scoff at the teasing jab, but she refrained when she took in the look on your face.

your pupils were blown wide, irises swimming with poorly hidden arousal. you flit them over to caitlyn for a split second, before returning them to violet, giving her an obedient nod.

violet's smirk widened, "yeah? gonna give her reeeal good show, princess." 

caitlyn's cunt throbbed at the thought.

violet's lips were on yours in an instant, her tongue slipping into your mouth as if she was staking a temporary claim. you let out a soft whimper, hands gripping the tired fabric of her shirt. her fingers dug into your nape, pressing into your flesh in a way that had your body buzzing.

this was nothing like what you were used to. your lips melded together, teeth clashing messily as she pushed you onto the soft bed below. her body pushes into you, slotting her knee right in between your thighs, pressing firm into your cunt.

your slick kissed the rough fabric in an instant, soaking it as her lips stayed locked on yours. her rough hands pinched at your pebbled nipples, rolling them cruelly against her fingers.

caitlyn had never been this horny in her life, eyes burning into the scene that was so selfishly unfolding in front of her. your back arched prettily off the delicate egyptian cotton, pulling violet closing as if you needed her to breathe. 

she should've been repulsed by the thought—disgusted at how you leaned into the touch of another woman so easily. how you slipped gently from caitlyn's loving grasp, melting like soft clay to be molded in the possession of violet.

but she wasn't.

she felt her arousal pool in her panties, thighs clenching together with burning invigoration. 

you squirmed in violet's touch, hips bucking into her knee, finding meek pleasure in the subtle movement. violet pulled away from you, a mean smirk on her face as she watched your pathetic attempt to stimulate yourself. her sharp grey eyes lock with caitlyn's, the smug look on her face growing wider.

"is she a whore like this for you?" she rasped, digging her fingers against your thighs to halt your desperate movements. her eyes never left caitlyn as she pushed her knee closer to your sopping cunt, letting you watch your soddened lips spread against the soaked fabric. 

caitlyn couldn't move—couldn't breathe at the arrogant question. her stomach caved, mouth going dry as your soft, breathy whimpers rang against the dull walls. violet's head tilted expectantly, awaiting her answer.

she shook her head curtly, "..no, she isn't."

violet huffed out a chuckle, "of course she isn't, y'don't treat her like this." she halted her movements, pulling her knee from your sticky cunt. you whined at the loss of contact, canting your hips towards her.

she swiftly undid her pants, pushing them into a crumbled heap on the floor. beneath them was a harness and strap that she already had on. her fingers entangle in your hair, giving a harsh tug that burns your scalp.

"c'mon, i wanna see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick," she gruffs, maneuvering your body onto your knees. you wasted no time getting comfortable at the foot of the bed, eyes peering up between violet's legs as she guided the jutting tip towards your lips.

you lolled out your tongue, jaw gaping as she slid in steadily. you thought she'd be slow at first, guiding it in slow—but your naive expectations were thwarted. her hips thrusted deep into your mouth, shoving the length of it right into your uvula. 

you gag hard, spit already spilling past your lips as she kept her pace. your eyes squeezed shut, throat fluttering at every mean drag of her dick against the sensitive column of your throat.

it was brutal—depraved and unhinged the way she handled you. and judging by the triumphant glint in her eyes, she knew that.

"shit, fuckin' look at you. so damn greedy for it," she groans, her hand gripping your hair like she owned it. her face held obvious surprise, shocked that you'd taken it down your throat without much of a fight.

her head craned towards caitlyn, another venomous insult on the tip of her tongue before—

caitlyn's pants were thrown to the floor, along with her dignity, as her fingers plunged deep into her soaked pussy. 

"oh my god," violet chuckles, "you're fuckin' sick."

caitlyn didn't respond, eyes fixated on you swallowing violet's dick. it was so messy—spit slicking it up as it drips down your naked body. your jaw aches, throat burning as she meanly plugs it up with each rut against your mouth. 

you shift your gaze over to your girlfriend, zeroing in on how cream froths on her fingers. the sight makes you moan around violet, which makes her force you to deepthroat her deeper.

she looks down at you, lids heavy with lust as she takes in your sinful form. your slobber is everywhere—coating her thighs, your face, and chest. you took her in so greedily, tongue lapping up the underside of it as she bullied your throat. god, it was the prettiest fucking thing she's ever seen.

"take it—c'mon don't run. show her how much of a whore you are," she grins, pushing your head down further on her dick. your mind whirled, taking inch by inch with hazed fervor. your eyes stayed on caitlyn, watching as her arousal dripped onto the chair. 

she was quiet—she always was, but you knew she was close. the tremble in her thighs as she held them back, the way her chest heaved with those pretty, faint pants leaving her lips, that you could never get enough of. she loved this, and you loved seeing her satisfied. 

violet pulled you off of her suddenly, the rush of air hitting your lungs making you gasp. you didn't have time to recover before she manhandled you onto the bed, positioning you on your hands and knees facing caitlyn. 

your lungs burn as you try to adjust, but violet doesn't allow you to. 

her hand rested lightly on your hip, lining up the tip with your fluttering hole. soft, urging whines left your lips, giving her the prettiest arch against the bed—your offering to her.

she teases you for what feels like hours, coating the veiny silicone with the wetness that was dribbling out of your pussy. just as the tip slips in, parting your soaked folds, a rough hand wraps snugly around your neck. she nudges your chin up, forcing your eyes to set on your girlfriend in front of you.

"you keep your eyes on her, you understand? want her to see how i fuckin' ruin you," her fingers tightened around your throat, making you nod eagerly at her words before her hips rammed inside of you.

your eyes bulged at the unforgiving stretch, the burn pulling a choked gasp from your throat. she sets her pace almost instantly, her hips brutal as she bullied your insides. 

you tried grasping at the sheets, tried running away, but her hand on your throat held you in place. you felt her in every crevice of your soddened cunt, the shaft of it dragging so deep inside of you. it felt like a punishment—and your hole sucked her in so perfectly.

she watched as you took her mean thrusts, spreading the fat of your ass to see the ring of cream pooling at the base of the harness.

"goddd, this pussy is so fucking needy, huh? milkin' me like a champ," the taunting in her voice rang through your ears like a church bell. your mind barely registers with anything but the movement of her hips. and the fucking look on caitlyn's face.

her eyes are glossed over, mouth slightly gaped as her fingers plunge further into her dripping cunt. her dark brows tilted upward, the pure look of ecstasy etched into her skin, watching you get debased by a woman that isn't her.

"p-please..vi," you huffed, not entirely knowing what you were begging for. her hand dug harder into your skin, the other pushing your back into a deeper, sluttier arch for her as she muttered, "shut the fuck up, you love this shit, i know you do."

you only moaned in response, the heavenly sound fueling caitlyn to quicken her sinful ministrations. she couldn't take her eyes off you, every gasp and moan, the tremble in your body—god, the way your tits bounced with every bruising thrust, it was a reverent sight. 

her tip hit your cervix so harshly, hit after hit, reducing your loud moans of pleasure to breathless gasps and stutters. she pounded into you like she hated you, hips never faltering as she whispered degrading things into the shell of your ear.

"she could never do this to you, hm? never treats you how you want to be treated," she grunts, pulling your body back into her chest. you're drooling at this point, mind buzzing, and throat sore from your endless pleas of rapture. 

a sharp smack comes down on your sensitive clit, making your body jolt. "answer me, tell her how she never treats you like this—like the fuckin' slut you really are," she purrs, abusing your neglected clit with another mean slap. you mewl, back bowing as you struggle to meet caitlyn's burning gaze.

"f-fuck—hah—you never t-treat me like this," your voice comes out shaky, hands scrambling at violet's arms as she starts to really fuck you. your entire body feels like it's vibrating, the filthy squelches growing louder and louder as your sloppy pussy gushes onto her shaft.

the look in caitlyn's eyes becomes more desperate, your words ignite a fire she had been adamant about putting out for so long. 

a wicked smile shines on violet's face, angling her hips to fuck into you even deeper. "yeah? i give you what you need though, right princess? i fuck you how you need, not her," her venomous taunting makes your breath hitch, your cunt wildly quivering around her. 

you're too far gone that you mindlessly nod, head lolling back against her shoulder. your body was slicked with sweat, sticking against her when your bodies connected. "mmgh—yes! you f—hnngh—fuck me how i need," the words come out slurred, but the message goes straight to caitlyn's cunt.

she lets out a soft moan that violet catches immediately, her sharp canines grinning in twisted excitement. "oh? are you gonna cum? y'a gonna cum watching your sweet, innocent girl get fucked into a slut?" 

her face flushes at violet's crude words, but she nods. violet's hold on you becomes tighter, thrusting right into that sweet spot of yours that makes you see stars. you whimper her name, body going limp in her grasp as you feel your orgasm building deep in your gut.

hot tears run down the mounds of your cheeks, your weak grasp on her arms slipping as she tortured your clit with fast, tight circles. "m'—haah—m' gonna cum..oh my god," your whining only makes her go faster, pinpointing her thrusts just right.

caitlyn's back bows against the chair, the convulsions of your body increasing, and violet knew exactly what to say.

"c'mon, watch each other fall apart. watch her cum for me while you sit like a pathetic mutt."

a white haze washes over your vision, dewy rivulets pooling from your cunt as your spend sprays everywhere. your cunt spasms around her, walls clamping down like they didn't want to let go. you're completely limp, body sagging against the heat of violet's as she uses you for all you have. 

caitlyn creams all over her fingers, eyes wide open, watching you unravel so beautifully against her friend. her cunt flutters around her slender fingers, thighs shaking with overwhelming pleasure. 

the room is silent for a moment, filled with heaving pants of exhaustion. violet slowly slides out of you, her arms still tightly wrapped around your weak body.

she carefully lays you on the bed, picking up her things quietly. your lids are heavy with sleep, yet you still turn towards caitlyn, arms reaching out for her touch. 

she looks toward caitlyn, "i'll leave you two lovebirds to it," a playful smirk on her face, before sauntering out of the suite.

caitlyn made her way towards the bed, peppering kisses along your spent body while whispering soft praises against your skin. a jarring difference of what you'd just experienced. each murmur of her lips was a quiet reminder of who you really belong to, that you'd always come running for her gentleness in the end. 

tags: @bluejay2503, @rawrspacecat, @georgiahs-stuff, @alzalyn, @therealcaitlyn

[iindiafterdark]

hiii, i just wanted to pop in and say thank you for 200 followers! i love you all and thank you so much for engaging with my work. 🥹 it means the absolute world to me<33 (also i’m in the middle of getting the finale chapter of summer fling out so watch for that!)

[iindiafterdark]

can i taste it on my tongue?

synopsis: rue is struggling to kill her cigarette craving, maybe maddy can help with that.

pairing: rue bennett x maddy perez

tags/warnings: 18+mdni, mentions of past drug use, smoking, swearing, oral fixation, oral sex, praise kink, dirty talk, rue is pathetic in this, overstim,

an: hiii, the rise of ruemads brought me out of my cave, but there's no guarantee i'll begin writing regularly. but i hope you enjoy!

Rue had struggled with sobriety on and off for years; this was no secret.

She picked up vaping, tried those useless nicotine patches that never seemed to work, and lots of candy. But nothing ever seemed to stick.

So she gave up, deciding that if cigarettes could satiate the craving for drugs, then it would just have to work. However, there was just one tiny problem.

Maddy despised them.

And since their rekindling after high school, Maddy had made that abundantly clear. Rue couldn't blame her; the smell lingered like black smog, seeping into every material or surface it could find. She never smoked around her, or tried to at least.

Yet when she found herself sitting on Maddy's velvety vanity chair, desperately fidgeting as the craving rattled the marrow of her bones, she strongly considered accepting the verbal lashings she'd get from her. 

Maddy was lying leisurely across her ornate bed, her thoughts completely occupied by her phone in front of her, faint giggles leaving her lips and hums to the soft music playing every so often. Rue's palms begin to sweat, her fingertips slipping against themselves as she twists the rings on her fingers.

She was trying so hard to resist the urge, knowing that if she ended up succumbing to it, she'd have to leave. Which, quite frankly, she didn't want to do. 

She enjoyed Maddy's presence. They'd grown closer as the months have gone by, their lives revolving around each other like a magnetic field. Maddy was a dancer now, so sometimes Rue would help her with her club outfits, spending nights bedazzling 7-inch pleasers until the sun came up.

She enjoyed the sweet scent of vanilla that enveloped the room, every decoration that fit Maddy's personality so right. And even if she didn't have the balls to admit it, she was also somewhat attracted to her. As her eyes trail along her small frame, watching as the silk nightdress she was wearing slightly rode up her plush, perky ass—

"Rue?"

Rue's eyes snap to her, her breathing quickening as Maddy's brows bunch with concern. "You good?"

It takes Rue a split second to process her words, opting for a reserved nod of her head as an answer.

Although the two weren't as close before now, Maddy could read Rue like an open book. She sighs softly, placing her phone down on her pink duvet. "You got a craving, don't you?"

It was more of a statement than a question, as the second the word 'craving' leaves her lips, Rue averts her gaze. All she could do was awkwardly rub her damp hands on the fabric of her sweatpants. " 'M sorry, I'll just go—" Her hands hurriedly push off the chair, knees straightening shakily as she stands. 

"No."

Maddy turns onto her back, her arms holding her up against the mattress. Rue freezes in place, eyes still looking down at the floor. 

"Look at me, Rue." Her voice lulls her, chest tightening as anxiety racks her body. Her eyes flit towards Maddy once more, her breathing hitching as she analysed her expression. Her eyes were low, those pretty lashes batting so perfectly that it was hard to look away. 

"Is there... another way you can solve it?" Rue's mouth went dry, chest caving as she struggled to breathe.

It was subtle, but Rue's eyes caught the way Maddy's legs brushed against each other, pulling them closer towards herself. This entire situation didn't seem real to Rue; it had to be a hallucination from the lack of nicotine in her system.

But as she watches Maddy slowly part her thighs, she quickly understands that this is her reality now.

Her eyes gloss over in shock, mouth suddenly watering at the beautiful woman in front of her. Maddy looked reverent, almost, so confident in her movements as she teasingly plays with the lace hem of her nightdress. 

"Talk to me, baby." Her voice made whatever resolve Rue had weaken in mere seconds. "You wanna satisfy your craving?"

Rue was at the foot of her bed in moments, knees digging hard into the carpet below. "Y-Yes..god please."

The words slipped from her so pathetically, yet she couldn't believe how natural they sounded. Maddy's legs were fully open now, her plump, soaked cunt staring right back at Rue. She wanted to pass out right there, brain short-circuiting as she realised that Maddy hadn't been wearing any panties. Saliva pools quickly in her mouth, resisting the innate urge to taste the prettiest cunt she'd ever seen. 

" 'S pretty, isn't it, Rue?" The sweet simper made Rue whine, her puppy-like eyes peering up so obediently. God, Maddy looked so pretty like this, spread open and all for Rue to have. Her curled hair swept effortlessly against her shoulder as she intently watched Rue's every move. 

She nods quietly, hands trembling as she brings them towards Maddy's thighs. "C-Can I—"

Maddy quiets her as her hand reached out, caressing Rue's chin daintily. "Don't ask. You can touch me, let me help you."

Rue couldn't help but melt at her words, body relaxing into Maddy. Her hands slowly bunch up the silk around her waist, roaming her soft body. Her fingers push into her silken thighs, lips peppering light, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Her addicting scent clouded Rue's mind; the thought of a cigarette had long gone. "Fuck, you're s'goddamn soft."

She let out a low groan, hands splaying out around Maddy's waist, only to pull her closer. Maddy shudders at Rue's heaving breaths against her sopping cunt, wetness pooling onto the bed. 

Rue was gone, her brain off to another dimension as she desperately pawed at the small woman in her grasp. She'd never been so fucking enamoured by someone in her entire life, finding a high from purely her scent.

She pushes out her tongue, mouth hovering over Maddy's cunt before latching onto her clit. She let out a choked gasp, her body twitching involuntarily as Rue got her first sinful taste.

And fuck, was it dizzying.

Rue's lashes flutter slowly, a lazy moan slipping from her as the aroused slick settled across her tongue. 

"Oh..oh my god." Her hands grip the meat of her thighs, attempting to ground herself with existence. 

Her tongue was timid at first, slow, sensual kitten licks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. And it didn't take long for the timid attitude to flip. 

Her hands push further into Maddy's thighs, prying them wider as she greedily devours her. She pulls away a bit, watching as the neglected nub twitches before teasing it once again. 

Her poor cunt was throbbing from all the kisses and the relentless attention her clit was getting. It was unbearable, but Maddy couldn't seem to get enough as soft moans tumbled from her lips. "G-God..you're doing s'good baby..making me feel s-soo good." 

Her hips buck into Rue's welcoming mouth, her wetness coating her face as the filthy sound between her thighs gets louder. 

Rue was drooling at this point, the praise she was getting going straight to her head. Her maw was fully agape as spit and arousal dripped down her chin. The sight was downright nasty, yet neither of them planned on stopping.

Rue's pupils are blown completely out, gazing at Maddy as if she'd hung the damn moon. "Yesss..fu-uck yes, want more." Her moans tumble loudly from her mouth, muffled by the continuous shlick! of Maddy's drenched pussy practically humping her face. The vibration of Rue's voice only turned Maddy on even more, her hips canting forward sooodesperately.

Her tongue circled her pretty clit, lips smacking wildly as she collected the juices dribbling from that sopping hole before returning with a wet suck!

"Y'taste so fuckin' good..mmph—s-so sweet." Her words were incoherent at this point, slurring together as her tongue explored like it was the only thing keeping her alive. "F-Fuck, want this every time..won't ever smoke again."

Maddy's breathy moans grew louder, the sweet sounds ringing in Rue's ears like cathedral bells. A manicured hand rests atop her hair, inching her closer. They both fed off of each other, their urges growing needy and uncoordinated. A burning heat set Maddy's nerves ablaze, her orgasm pooling sinfully within her body, the pleasure inching up her spine.

Rue watches through her lust-stricken irises, seeing how Maddy falls apart as she uses her mouth. Watches how she throws her head back, the whites of her eyes showing as her hips grow frantic.

Rue can't help but moan; she's beyond pussydrunk. Her body goes limp as she allows full control of herself. "Use me—mmph! Cum all over me, princess—please." 

Her words are barely audible, but Maddy hears every syllable, bucking her hips faster. She's as gone as Rue, a hushed mantra of  yesyesyes leaving her lips. Rue can only sit in her position at the end of the bed, allowing both to take what they need. 

Maddy's thighs tremble around Rue's shoulders, her heels pressing into her shoulder blades. Rue gives her oversensitive clit one final suck! causing Maddy's orgasm to shock her body, pleasure racking through every nerve ending. 

She lets out a choked sob, attempting to push away from Rue's unrelenting mouth. "Hnngh, W-wait, baby. I can't—"

Rue's grip on her only tightens, pushing her onto the bed as she continues to torture her overstimulated clit. Her cunt quivers around nothing, the aftershocks of her orgasm still washing over her. Rue's eyes are closed now, savouring the fleeting taste of Maddy's cum slathered across her tongue before pulling away.

"Fuck..I don't want you to pull away next time, okay?" she mutters, wiping her mouth shyly. Her chest is heaving, eyes low as she settles her cheek against Maddy's thigh with a lazy smile. Maddy blinks at her, "Next time?"

"Think I got a whole other addiction now."

[iindiafterdark]

can i taste it on my tongue?

synopsis: rue is struggling to kill her cigarette craving, maybe maddy can help with that.

pairing: rue bennett x maddy perez

tags/warnings: 18+mdni, mentions of past drug use, smoking, swearing, oral fixation, oral sex, praise kink, dirty talk, rue is pathetic in this, overstim,

an: hiii, the rise of ruemads brought me out of my cave, but there's no guarantee i'll begin writing regularly. but i hope you enjoy!

Rue had struggled with sobriety on and off for years; this was no secret.

She picked up vaping, tried those useless nicotine patches that never seemed to work, and lots of candy. But nothing ever seemed to stick.

So she gave up, deciding that if cigarettes could satiate the craving for drugs, then it would just have to work. However, there was just one tiny problem.

Maddy despised them.

And since their rekindling after high school, Maddy had made that abundantly clear. Rue couldn't blame her; the smell lingered like black smog, seeping into every material or surface it could find. She never smoked around her, or tried to at least.

Yet when she found herself sitting on Maddy's velvety vanity chair, desperately fidgeting as the craving rattled the marrow of her bones, she strongly considered accepting the verbal lashings she'd get from her. 

Maddy was lying leisurely across her ornate bed, her thoughts completely occupied by her phone in front of her, faint giggles leaving her lips and hums to the soft music playing every so often. Rue's palms begin to sweat, her fingertips slipping against themselves as she twists the rings on her fingers.

She was trying so hard to resist the urge, knowing that if she ended up succumbing to it, she'd have to leave. Which, quite frankly, she didn't want to do. 

She enjoyed Maddy's presence. They'd grown closer as the months have gone by, their lives revolving around each other like a magnetic field. Maddy was a dancer now, so sometimes Rue would help her with her club outfits, spending nights bedazzling 7-inch pleasers until the sun came up.

She enjoyed the sweet scent of vanilla that enveloped the room, every decoration that fit Maddy's personality so right. And even if she didn't have the balls to admit it, she was also somewhat attracted to her. As her eyes trail along her small frame, watching as the silk nightdress she was wearing slightly rode up her plush, perky ass—

"Rue?"

Rue's eyes snap to her, her breathing quickening as Maddy's brows bunch with concern. "You good?"

It takes Rue a split second to process her words, opting for a reserved nod of her head as an answer.

Although the two weren't as close before now, Maddy could read Rue like an open book. She sighs softly, placing her phone down on her pink duvet. "You got a craving, don't you?"

It was more of a statement than a question, as the second the word 'craving' leaves her lips, Rue averts her gaze. All she could do was awkwardly rub her damp hands on the fabric of her sweatpants. " 'M sorry, I'll just go—" Her hands hurriedly push off the chair, knees straightening shakily as she stands. 

"No."

Maddy turns onto her back, her arms holding her up against the mattress. Rue freezes in place, eyes still looking down at the floor. 

"Look at me, Rue." Her voice lulls her, chest tightening as anxiety racks her body. Her eyes flit towards Maddy once more, her breathing hitching as she analysed her expression. Her eyes were low, those pretty lashes batting so perfectly that it was hard to look away. 

"Is there... another way you can solve it?" Rue's mouth went dry, chest caving as she struggled to breathe.

It was subtle, but Rue's eyes caught the way Maddy's legs brushed against each other, pulling them closer towards herself. This entire situation didn't seem real to Rue; it had to be a hallucination from the lack of nicotine in her system.

But as she watches Maddy slowly part her thighs, she quickly understands that this is her reality now.

Her eyes gloss over in shock, mouth suddenly watering at the beautiful woman in front of her. Maddy looked reverent, almost, so confident in her movements as she teasingly plays with the lace hem of her nightdress. 

"Talk to me, baby." Her voice made whatever resolve Rue had weaken in mere seconds. "You wanna satisfy your craving?"

Rue was at the foot of her bed in moments, knees digging hard into the carpet below. "Y-Yes..god please."

The words slipped from her so pathetically, yet she couldn't believe how natural they sounded. Maddy's legs were fully open now, her plump, soaked cunt staring right back at Rue. She wanted to pass out right there, brain short-circuiting as she realised that Maddy hadn't been wearing any panties. Saliva pools quickly in her mouth, resisting the innate urge to taste the prettiest cunt she'd ever seen. 

" 'S pretty, isn't it, Rue?" The sweet simper made Rue whine, her puppy-like eyes peering up so obediently. God, Maddy looked so pretty like this, spread open and all for Rue to have. Her curled hair swept effortlessly against her shoulder as she intently watched Rue's every move. 

She nods quietly, hands trembling as she brings them towards Maddy's thighs. "C-Can I—"

Maddy quiets her as her hand reached out, caressing Rue's chin daintily. "Don't ask. You can touch me, let me help you."

Rue couldn't help but melt at her words, body relaxing into Maddy. Her hands slowly bunch up the silk around her waist, roaming her soft body. Her fingers push into her silken thighs, lips peppering light, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Her addicting scent clouded Rue's mind; the thought of a cigarette had long gone. "Fuck, you're s'goddamn soft."

She let out a low groan, hands splaying out around Maddy's waist, only to pull her closer. Maddy shudders at Rue's heaving breaths against her sopping cunt, wetness pooling onto the bed. 

Rue was gone, her brain off to another dimension as she desperately pawed at the small woman in her grasp. She'd never been so fucking enamoured by someone in her entire life, finding a high from purely her scent.

She pushes out her tongue, mouth hovering over Maddy's cunt before latching onto her clit. She let out a choked gasp, her body twitching involuntarily as Rue got her first sinful taste.

And fuck, was it dizzying.

Rue's lashes flutter slowly, a lazy moan slipping from her as the aroused slick settled across her tongue. 

"Oh..oh my god." Her hands grip the meat of her thighs, attempting to ground herself with existence. 

Her tongue was timid at first, slow, sensual kitten licks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. And it didn't take long for the timid attitude to flip. 

Her hands push further into Maddy's thighs, prying them wider as she greedily devours her. She pulls away a bit, watching as the neglected nub twitches before teasing it once again. 

Her poor cunt was throbbing from all the kisses and the relentless attention her clit was getting. It was unbearable, but Maddy couldn't seem to get enough as soft moans tumbled from her lips. "G-God..you're doing s'good baby..making me feel s-soo good." 

Her hips buck into Rue's welcoming mouth, her wetness coating her face as the filthy sound between her thighs gets louder. 

Rue was drooling at this point, the praise she was getting going straight to her head. Her maw was fully agape as spit and arousal dripped down her chin. The sight was downright nasty, yet neither of them planned on stopping.

Rue's pupils are blown completely out, gazing at Maddy as if she'd hung the damn moon. "Yesss..fu-uck yes, want more." Her moans tumble loudly from her mouth, muffled by the continuous shlick! of Maddy's drenched pussy practically humping her face. The vibration of Rue's voice only turned Maddy on even more, her hips canting forward sooodesperately.

Her tongue circled her pretty clit, lips smacking wildly as she collected the juices dribbling from that sopping hole before returning with a wet suck!

"Y'taste so fuckin' good..mmph—s-so sweet." Her words were incoherent at this point, slurring together as her tongue explored like it was the only thing keeping her alive. "F-Fuck, want this every time..won't ever smoke again."

Maddy's breathy moans grew louder, the sweet sounds ringing in Rue's ears like cathedral bells. A manicured hand rests atop her hair, inching her closer. They both fed off of each other, their urges growing needy and uncoordinated. A burning heat set Maddy's nerves ablaze, her orgasm pooling sinfully within her body, the pleasure inching up her spine.

Rue watches through her lust-stricken irises, seeing how Maddy falls apart as she uses her mouth. Watches how she throws her head back, the whites of her eyes showing as her hips grow frantic.

Rue can't help but moan; she's beyond pussydrunk. Her body goes limp as she allows full control of herself. "Use me—mmph! Cum all over me, princess—please." 

Her words are barely audible, but Maddy hears every syllable, bucking her hips faster. She's as gone as Rue, a hushed mantra of  yesyesyes leaving her lips. Rue can only sit in her position at the end of the bed, allowing both to take what they need. 

Maddy's thighs tremble around Rue's shoulders, her heels pressing into her shoulder blades. Rue gives her oversensitive clit one final suck! causing Maddy's orgasm to shock her body, pleasure racking through every nerve ending. 

She lets out a choked sob, attempting to push away from Rue's unrelenting mouth. "Hnngh, W-wait, baby. I can't—"

Rue's grip on her only tightens, pushing her onto the bed as she continues to torture her overstimulated clit. Her cunt quivers around nothing, the aftershocks of her orgasm still washing over her. Rue's eyes are closed now, savouring the fleeting taste of Maddy's cum slathered across her tongue before pulling away.

"Fuck..I don't want you to pull away next time, okay?" she mutters, wiping her mouth shyly. Her chest is heaving, eyes low as she settles her cheek against Maddy's thigh with a lazy smile. Maddy blinks at her, "Next time?"

"Think I got a whole other addiction now."

[iindiafterdark]

i meant to announce this earlier but i’m going on a indefinite hiatus. i have a lot of big events in my life happening such as preparing to apply to nursing school along with other personal things and i haven’t been able to give anything towards writing💔💔 i appreciate everyone who’s interacted and enjoyed my writing, it’s been so nice to indulge in a hobby that i love! i’m not sure when i’ll be back but hopefully soon, love you all!

[iindiafterdark]

i meant to announce this earlier but i’m going on a indefinite hiatus. i have a lot of big events in my life happening such as preparing to apply to nursing school along with other personal things and i haven’t been able to give anything towards writing💔💔 i appreciate everyone who’s interacted and enjoyed my writing, it’s been so nice to indulge in a hobby that i love! i’m not sure when i’ll be back but hopefully soon, love you all!

[iindiafterdark]

my little love

watching the relationship between sevika and your daughter bloom

pairing: blue collar!sevika x f!reader

tags: modern au!, no use of y/n, established relationship, mentions of ivf/pregnancy, mentions of postpartum depression, fluffyyy all around

an: might make a mini series of just welder sevika, lmk if i should. enjoy mwah🫶🏽

ever since your daughter was born, sevika had been obsessed. even when you first found out, she hadn't let you lift a finger the entire pregnancy. 

always telling you to relax, running baths for you when braxton hicks became too much, helping you around the house. the ivf process was hard at first, but she was a perfect partner throughout the whole term.

but when your sweet baby came into the world, everything changed for sevika. her entire world flipped upside down the second she held her tiny hand in hers. 

once you were settled in back home, dealing with postpartum had been an entirely new challenge. you were tired, hungry, and irritable all the time. the guilt of not wanting to hold her while she was wailing, or the frustration you felt when she wasn't latching, was overwhelming to say the least.

sevika obviously had seen it first hand, always being there to comfort you, or take the baby so you could have some time to yourself. and for the past couple of months, as always, she was absolutely perfect to you. 

now, you were lying in bed asleep, comfortably cuddled against your old pregnancy pillow. you were awoken by a loud coo from the baby monitor, making you groggily turn towards the sound. you reached over to flip the lamp on, realizing the warmth of sevika was long gone.

you blink groggily, adjusting to the light before picking up the baby monitor. the sight of an empty crib made your heart twist in panic, making you spring out of bed. you bolted towards the baby’s room, the slight crack in the door fueling your impending panic. 

you peeked your head into the door, only to be met by sevika lazily sitting in the rocking chair, holding your daughter who was wide awake. her eyes were wide, staring at sevika’s face as a smile made its way onto her chubby cheeks.

sevika smiled back, letting her little hands grip onto her finger as she waved it around. she looked so content, the crinkles in her eyes so soft and gentle. she stared in awe of your daughter, holding her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. “you’re so perfect, you get that from your mama,” she murmurs, letting out a breathy laugh.

your daughter just coos back at her, softly pulling at sevika’s shirt to pull into her mouth. you decide after observing them for a bit to push open the door, a sheepish smile on your face.

sevika looks up from your daughter, her brows furrowing in concern that you aren’t getting sleep. you wave it off, making your way over to the chair. “‘m fine, sev. i just heard her and wondered why she wasn’t in her crib,” you mumble, bending down to give her a chaste kiss on her cheek.

she hums, looking back down at the baby. “i heard her stirring so i gave her bottle, ‘jus waiting for it to kick in,” she explains, meeting your gaze again. you couldn’t help but stare at her and think about how she was when you met. 

she was hard, rough around the edges. she hadn’t let anyone in, not even you, not for a while at least. but now, she was completely unguarded, her heart bared open for you to see. and you couldn’t have been more in love with her than you were in this moment. 

you combed your fingers through her hair, tilting her head up to give her a slow, gentle kiss on her lips. you savoured her taste, hoping the love and adoration you felt for her slipped off of your tongue so she could taste it, feel it.

your daughter cooed again, clapping her hands together as she looked at you both. you pulled away, looking down at her with a smile on your face. sevika kept her eyes on you, irises swimming with absolute devotion. 

“c’mere, i want you close to me,” she drawls, lifting the baby slightly to pull you into her lap. you giggle at her clingy ways, your heart swelling at how she always wanted to be close to you. you adjust in her lap, cradling your daughter as she rests so easily in sevika’s arm. 

you both sat there for a second, letting the soft rock of the chair lull your daughter into her inevitable slumber. the silence of the night drapes over the room like a warm, soothing blanket as you soak up each other’s presence.

you turn your head to sevika, a small smirk playing on your face. “so ‘m perfect, huh?” you whisper, not wanting to wake your daughter. she pulls your closer, placing a kiss on your shoulder. 

“you’re more than perfect, darlin’.  you’re everything i could’ve ever asked for.”

[iindiafterdark]

discovering sevika is afraid of spiders tags: no use of y/n, swearing, established relationship, just a cute funny drabble of sevika an: i'm backkkk, i needed a small break from writing so here's this. i hope you enjoy mwah(please don't hate me)

it was a relaxing afternoon, both of you rid of all adult responsibilities to rot away on the living room couch.

you were snuggled up comfortably in the corner, a heavy blanket weighing on your lazed form as you waited for sevika to return with yet another blanket.

you rubbed your legs together under the cozy fabric, slight impatience plaguing your mind.

"sevvv," your voice carries through the quiet house, "did you get the blanket yet?"

you're met with complete silence.

usually, sevika would respond with a loud grumble, void of any genuine irritation. yet, your question hung quietly in the air.

you rise from your spot, "sev? what are you doing?"

once again, silence.

until a sound you never thought a human being could ever make erupted from your bedroom. a loud shriek followed by a slew of curses.

you spring up, bolting down the hallway into your room. you round the corner into your closet to find sevika attempting to perch on a shelf, your expected blanket thrown to the ground.

"sevika, what the hell was that?!" you hissed, eyes searching her face that was ridden with absolute terror.

her eyes snapped to yours, shakily pointing towards the floor.

you step further into the room, scanning the floor and stopping when you see a small moving black dot.

you squint, eyes adjusting to see the very, very minuscule spider scampering around on the carpet.

you let out an exasperated sigh, head craning up to your girlfriend only to see pure fear staring back at you.

"it's just a spider sev-"

"shut up! it's fuckin' scary," she bites.

you bend down, letting the small creature crawl into your hand. you turn towards her, holding it securely in your hand while she looks like she's near an aneurysm at the sight of it.

"it's not gonna hurt you, baby. get down, please," you attempt to reason. she shakes her head with stubborn refusal.

"absolutely fucking not, not until that thing is out of the house," she groans.

you stare at her in disbelief, taking in the sight of your absolute unit of a woman trying to escape a spider that's as small as a quarter.

you try to bite back a laugh, failing horribly as a giggle escapes your lips.

"don't fucking laugh at me!" her voice echoes as you leave the room.

you can't help but let out another one.

[iindiafterdark]

you oughta know

summary: you were failing your statistics class, so your professor recommended you to abby for tutoring. after the first session, you left with not one, but two lessons.

pairing: nerd!abby x mean f!reader

warnings/tags: 18+ mdni, college!au, no use of y/n, dom!abby, sub!reader, swearing, fingering(r!recieving), dirty talk, degradation kink, exhibitionism kink, dumbification, breath play

wc: 2.1k (slightly proofread)

an: shoutout to my ghost writer @only4theweeknd for fueling me with this idea, it's very freaky but i hope you guys enjoy

you huffed dramatically, sauntering into the poor, dimly lit library of your college. long story short, you had a c in statistics, and you were in desperate need to raise your grade. but, to be quite honest, you couldn’t care less about the actual class, as you found yourself on your phone during most lectures. but you cared about what your parents thought, so you had to do something.

your professor recommended you to abby, one of the smartest statistics tutors on campus. you’ve seen her around campus a few times, mostly quiet and wedged in a corner, keeping to herself. you rolled your eyes at the thought, irritated that you’d probably spend this hour and a half listening to her nerd out over some formulas and graphs that made no sense.

you scan the mostly empty library as you walked in, looking for that specific blonde-haired braid abby always sported. you walk the perimeter of the library, finally stumbling onto abby sitting at a table lodged in the corner with books and papers scattered across it.

she looked extremely focused, her brows furrowed deeply as her eyes rapidly explored the pages in front of her. you crossed your arms before clearing your throat loudly, getting her attention. her green eyes snapped towards you over her thinly framed glasses, riddled with confusion. her puzzled look made your growing irritation sprout even more. 

she studied your face in a minute’s silence before her eyes flashed in recognition. her hands shot out to the table, clearing up most of the documents before meeting your eyes again. “oh, it’s you. the one i’m supposed to be tutoring for professor jackson’s class. i’m abby, nice to meet you,” she stated, her voice void of tone. “yeah yeah, likewise. let’s get this over with, please,” you grumble, pulling the neighboring chair back and plopping into it.

she didn’t react to your brewing attitude as she calmly organized the table a bit more. you slid your laptop onto the table, waiting impatiently for her to get everything settled. your eyes settled closely on her appearance. her neatly ironed white button-up and black slacks fit her perfectly. 

her braid slung over her shoulder, stray hairs framing her stoic face. you zeroed in on her fingers, noticing how thick they were. and the way they slid over the papers, nimbly. your mind couldn’t help but wonder what they would look like-

her hushed voice mumbled your name, snapping you out of your shameless staring. “let’s get this started, yeah?” she suggests, giving you a shy look.  heat rushed throughout your body, the feeling of embarrassment creeping up on you. you give her a swift nod, opening your laptop to avoid having to look at her.

it was about twenty minutes into the session, your irritation had subsided slightly. abby was talking to you about the recent unit, explaining something about probability distribution. your mind was partially elsewhere, thinking about whatever party you were missing tonight to be here. 

“so..the discrete probability distribution has random variables that have specific separate values?” you question, tilting your head to her. you were still confused, no doubt, but you were paying some attention. she glanced your way, a small smile on her face as she nodded. “yes, that’s right.”

your brows furrowed even more, although you understood a portion of what you were being taught. “but, if random variables are random, then how can they have specific values?” you added, giving her a bewildered look. abby brought her hand to her face, sighing into it before leaning back in her chair.

she returned your gaze with a heated one, irritation swirling deep within her irises. “maybe, if you actually paid any attention to what i was saying, you’d know how that works,” she quipped, crossing her arms.

you scoffed at her remark, although you were distracted you were paying some attention to what she was trying to teach you. “well guess what, i didn’t even want to fucking be here. i could be at a party right now instead of being in this worn-down fucking library with you.” you spit, the words sliding off your tongue like cursed venom. 

abby kept her composure, her eyebrows raising in what looked like astonishment. you held her gaze, feeling the heavy, sparking tension rising the more you stared at her. she adjusted her dress shirt, rolling the sleeves higher on her muscular arms. if you weren’t so incredibly annoyed, you’d be gawking at the sight of them. she leaned closer to you, your breath hitching as you tried to hold your ground. 

“maybe if you weren’t such a fucking hard ass, we’d actually get something done, hm?” her breath ghosts your cheek, making your thighs clench in tandem. her quiet, shy demeanor was long gone, leaving the subtle assertiveness and looming dominance in its wake. 

she didn’t wait for any of your snappy remarks, wrapping her hands around your wrists to haul you up from your chair. you gasped as she manhandled you, placing you in front of her.

she places her wide hand over your back, pushing you down slowly onto the table in front of you. your heart was beating out your chest, your breathing uncoordinated as you tried to catch your bearings. but god, the ache in between your thighs was unbearable. your thighs trembled with both fear and insatiable need. 

once your chest grazed the cool oak table and your cheek pressed against her papers, abby’s hands began to wander. they slid towards your ass, palming it before giving it a harsh slap that rang in the small corner of the library. you jumped, a small whimper tumbling from your lips. a low chuckle reverberated from her chest, riddled with sick amusement at your oozing submission. 

“you didn’t like that lesson, right? it’s okay, i’ll teach you another lesson instead.”

your cunt throbbed eagerly at her words, the want that settled deep in your bones coming to a rearing head. you cursed yourself for wearing a skirt, especially now that you could feel your slick soaking through your panties all for abby to see. 

she continued to explore your pliant body, grazing and squeezing your plush thighs in her hands. she did it in silence, letting you sit in the uncomfortableness of being so vulnerable, so open to her. all the thoughts in your brain faded, your mind becoming blurred, fuzzy as she teased you. you hadn’t noticed that you were pushing your hips back, desperate to get something, anything from her.

she let out a breathy laugh, giving your ass another hit before rubbing the stinging pain away. “oh, don’t be so impatient. that’s what got us here in the first place, isn’t that right pretty girl?” she simpers, swatting her hand down. you nod, letting out a high-pitched whine as she spanked you once again. 

“don’t just nod at me, use your words.”

“..y-yes, abby. you’re right,” you gasp, reveling in the way her hand trails to your damp, clothed cunt. she hums in satisfaction, her fingers rubbing small circles over your clit. 

your back arches more in response, leaving yourself completely bare to her antics. “that’s right, baby. impatience got you bent over this table like a slut with this pretty pussy leaking in front of my face,” she teased, hooking her finger around your panties, pushing them to the side to reveal your leaking slit.

“oh fuckkk, you like this huh? like getting spread out in the middle of this library f’me?” she taunts, using her fingers to spread your cunt open, your arousal dribbling down her hand. you attempt to grip the table, only to be met with the plethora of papers on it. 

you didn’t want to admit it, but the idea of someone catching you, seeing you like this for her made your cunt clench even more. “ngh..yes- god yes i love it, please,” you mewl, moving your hips to push down on her fingers. biting pain shot through you as she struck your ass, the movement of it making her groan. 

“good sluts use their words, baby. tell me what you want,” she urges, ghosting her fingers over your bare cunt once again. her fingers toyed with your folds, the soft squelching sounds making you leak even more as you listened. your ego and conceit slipped through your fingers, only leaving you to beg like a deprived puppy. “p-please abby, i want..want you to finger me,” you beg, your voice hoarse, quiet only for her to hear. 

“how ‘bout a pretty please, hm? can you do that for me?” a condescending lilt twisted within her tone. you shot her a fiery glance, only for her to slowly pull away from your cunt, making your eyes go wide.

“no! fuck..okay. i want you to fuck me on your fingers..pretty please?” you mumble, feeling the last remnants of your self-respect crash and burn. abby only laughs before finally slipping her two fingers into your sopping cunt. the loud squelch is deafening, your wetness making a ring around her fingers as she plugs your needy hole. 

you keen at the contact, feeling her burly fingers fill you. your cunt swallows her fingers in earnest, clinging to them tightly as she pumps them. “shiiit, you take me so well, baby. can barely move ’em without you clamping down on me,” she groans, her voice making your hole flutter around her even more.

she finds your sweet spot almost instantly, poking and prodding at it with every push of her fingers. your futile attempts at holding onto something to ground you have dissipated, only leaving you there to drool against the worksheets you were supposed to be learning. 

she notices, of course, looking to see the clear wet puddle of spit soaking through the paper. her fingers thrust deep into you, firm and unrelenting as she laughs at the pitiful sight in front of her. “you’re drooling on my worksheets, you know. you don’t care though, do you? just a dumb slut that wants to get fucked on my fingers,” she teases, pressing the pads of her fingers into your g-spot hard.

“f-fuuuck abby please! mmngh- please oh my god,” you moan, your words slurred and incoherent. you don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point, just babbling as your brain turns into mush. 

your pretty moans fuel her even more, thrusting her fingers into you at a wild pace. “c’mon pretty girl, say it. tell me what you are,” she demands, rising out of her chair to wrap her other hand snugly around your throat. she’s not choking you no, just enough to make you understand the hold she now has over you.

your desperate pleas and moans have devolved into needy pants, your brows furrowed as you feel a tight build in your stomach. you begin to fuck back on her fingers, meeting her thrusts with the same fervor. the feeling of her hand slapping against your cunt becomes too much. 

abby squeezes your throat slightly, reminding you of her words. “i know you’re close baby. tell me what you are and i’ll let you cum,” she urges, squeezing your throat once again. the loss of airflow was dizzying, only making your cunt tighten even more at the feeling. 

you crane your neck back to look at her, giving her the most desperate look that she now finds herself obsessed with. you struggle to find the words, itching to please abby by doing what you’re told. 

“nngh ‘m a dumb slut... jus’ for you,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as your orgasm rushes through your entire body. your legs shake, body writhing against the table as your whole body goes lax. abby ruthlessly fucks you through it, fucking you into overstimulation. 

after what feels like a lifetime, she slides her fingers out of your stretched hole, giving it a small smack just to watch you jump. she slides your panties back into place, letting the slick from your recent orgasm pool into them. 

you watch through hazy half-lidded eyes as she gathers her things, slipping them into her bag. she gets a piece of paper, scribbling something on it before placing it back on the table. 

she rounds the table back to you, giving you a chaste kiss on your spit-covered lips, leaving a trail when she pulls away. her face is calm with a hint of smugness as she caresses your cheek. “our next session is tomorrow at your place. maybe you’ll actually learn something then,” she smiles, adjusting her bag and walking away. 

[iindiafterdark]

exchange

roommate!vi x f!reader

summary: you're devastated about your recent breakup, nothing a bottle of wine and your roommate can't fix.

pairing: roommate! vi x f!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ mdni, no use of y/n, swearing, mentions of cheating, dubcon, alcohol consumption, soft dom!vi, tribbing, body worship, praise, spit play, dirty talk, overstim, pussydrunk vi

wc:2.2k

an: sorry for not writing for almost two weeks, college is a lot rn but here's this! likes + reblogs are greatly appreciated

main masterlist I kinktober '25

when you found out your girlfriend cheated on you, you were utterly devastated. she'd gotten some futile courage to come clean to you at a restaurant, leaving you to walk seven blocks back to your apartment after hearing the news. 

it seemed like your life at that moment was some sick joke, a game god was playing with you—more so against you. you looked an absolute wreck; your hair was a mess, your dress disheveled, your makeup ruined as you didn't bother to wipe away the dark stains of your streaked mascara on your cheeks. 

you slammed the door as you trudged your way into your home, not bothering to care about whatever complaints your neighbors would try to make the following morning. you practically threw your keys onto the entryway table, making a beeline for your room. 

with your mind being too crowded with heartbreak, you bumped into something very stiff. you huffed with exasperation, lifting your head only to be met with greyish blue eyes swarming with confusion. 

oh right.

your roommate, violet. you had been living with her for the past year now. you were too distracted to remember that you didn't live alone. 

you two weren't best friends, as you both floated around the apartment and each other without much conversation. but, it was cordial—peaceful even. albeit having to gripe at her yelling late at night for playing video games. you were friends nonetheless; it was inevitable when you shared your space. 

her brows furrowed, eyes scanning you intensely, only for her confusion to deepen at your unkempt state. 

"hey..what happened?" her voice penetrated the awkwardness in the air, tone laced with some form of concern. it was a simple question, really yet the tears swelled over your waterline. you inhaled a shaky breath, wanting the world to crack open and swallow you whole for how humiliated you felt in this moment. 

"she..she cheated on me. a-and she tried to tell me over—fuck, i-" you choked on a sob, the words becoming a blubbered mess. violet wordlessly pulled you into her, letting your tears soak into her tank. she never said a lot to you in these moments when you needed comfort due to your now ex. after fights when things would blow out of proportion, vi was always a shoulder to lean on. and you were always grateful for it.

her hands gripped your shoulders, pulling your sulking frame away from her. you stared up at her, eyes rimmed red and swollen. 

"look, there's wine in the fridge. let's have some of that and watch a movie, yeah?"

so here you both were, an hour and an empty bottle deep into some movie that became background noise. you sat next to violet on your couch, legs sprawled across her lap, while your heels were kicked somewhere across the floor. "god—hic— i can't believe she would do something like that to me!" 

the heartache you felt was simmered out, replaced by the tart red wine coursing through your bloodstream. your head hung lazily against the back of the couch as you rambled on, words slurring and mind jumping from place to place. 

vi hadn't meant to get drunk with you, only to supervise you while you irresponsibly coped with your breakup. but here she was, mind swimming in blurred intoxication and studying your every feature while you talked. and how fucking dizzying it felt to be so close to you. "i mean i'm hot, right?"

your ridiculous question knocked her out of her thoughts, blinking rapidly to find you staring at her expectantly. doe eyes wide, your lips jutted out slightly in the most stupidly cutest pout—fuck. she wanted to audibly groan.

"i-i mean…yeah. you're hot." the heat rose to her ears, making them a deep crimson. you groaned dramatically, throwing your hands over your face. your reaction only made her flush more. "what?! i said you were hot!"

"you hesitated!" you wailed, your face scrunched with dejection. you can't believe your own roommate thinks you aren't attractive. 

"wh- no, i didn't!" she argued, her face growing more flustered by the minute. you crossed your arms, delving more into your drunken theatrics. she reached out to you, only for you to dodge her hands from touching your shoulders. she groaned loudly, not backing down. "c'mon! don't do this with me, please."

you tilted your nose up stubbornly, not budging. you smirked, your pride swelling in your chest when she sighed and dropped her hands. that feeling didn't last long because you recklessly forgot that your legs were still in her lap. 

her nimble fingers wrapped around your ankles, pulling your body closer to her. you yelped, your reflexes betraying you as you now sat securely in her lap. her hands clutched your waist tightly, halting the restless wriggling in her grasp.

a whisper of your name leaves her lips, you couldn't help but to hold her determined gaze, resting your hands on her shoulders haphazardly. "listen to me. she didn't deserve you, didn't deserve how fucking beautiful you are—none of it." 

the sureness in her words leaves you stunned, lax in her hold. you realize how close you are to her, the tips of your noses brushing softly against each other. and god, she smelled so fucking good. the potent scent of cherry bergamot permeated your nose, seeping into your bones as if to memorize it. 

your breath was uneven, your mind hazy as you attempted to quell your pounding heart. you stared deeply into her irises, neurons hastily firing off as you felt your chest cave with deep, carnal arousal. 

"then show me. show..show me that you do."

you weren't able to catch the way violet's eyes lit up before her lips were hungrily on yours. her hands gripped tightly onto you, afraid that if she didn't, you'd vanish as if this were all a dream.

you whimpered into her mouth, fingers threading through her deep pink hair. the bitter taste of the wine lay heavily on your tongue, yet she couldn't care less. she wanted it—she wanted to be consumed entirely by the essence of you, all of you.

your clothes became a disarranged heap on the floor as both of you picked every piece of clothing besides your underwear off your heated bodies. 

violet's hands were everywhere, with every brush of her fingers over your skin, worshipping you like a devotee in a chapel. you melted into her touch, letting her mold you into what you should've been all of this time, hers.

her kisses trailed to your neck, her breath warm against the column of your throat as she savored your scent. "fuck..you're so perfect. so fucking perfect," her voice was filled with an undiscovered awe. you began to squirm, the dampness soaking the fabric of your panties becoming too much.

"vi—haah, please.." you trailed, the thick heat in the air making it impossible for you to speak. your chest pushed against hers, sweltry skin melding together as she continued her conquest on your unclothed body.

"c'mon, sweetheart," she mumbled, placing another wet, open-mouthed kiss next to your ear, "use your words." 

it was driving you crazy how methodical she was being. she was basking in every curve of your body, fingers committing them to memory like ancient texts she couldn't afford to forget. it was too much for you to stomach. 

"please..please fuck me," you whine, clutching onto her like it was the last thing you'd ever do. she captures your lips once again, making your head spin. her kisses were messy, uncoordinated but somehow right in line with yours. 

her hands spanned across the undersides of your thighs, pushing them up as she eased your back onto the couch. she engrossed herself in you, sliding her hands down towards your doused panties. her pupils dilated, watching how your cunt pulsed through the fabric. she hooked her fingers around the thin lace, pulling them off slowly.

her breath hitched at the sight of you, the full sight of you bared open to her. her reaction only made you more flustered—more needy as you attempted to hide yourself. she caught your hands instantly, pinning them to your sides.

"no, you don't get to hide this from me. understand?" she snaps, tone firm and unwavering. your eyes widen, obediently nodding at her command. your chest heaved as her thumb grazed lightly over your aching clit. your hips bucked, eliciting a low, gravely groan from her. "goood, you're so beautiful."

her praise only made more of your unabashed wetness pool from your cunt, dribbling slowly onto the couch. her eyes leered down into yours, swirling with a devotion you'd never seen from anyone. a reverence filled with certainty that she'd burn down this entire world to have you belong to her. 

"you gonna let me give you what you deserve, baby?" she breathes, clutching your cheek as if you were a delicate porcelain doll. you reached for her, pulling her down into a desperate kiss. you didn't need to answer, she knew that. the way you clutched her face in your hands—the silent submission to her pleas was enough of an answer.

she slips off her underwear, discarding it somewhere unimportant, before she hastily slots in between your thighs, pulling you closer to buck her hips softly into you. you let out a needy moan, feeling her lips press against yours. her hips stutter, the sensation making her mind slip, blurring whatever thoughts she had. she gazes down at you, taking in your already fucked out expression.

your jaw ajar in a silent moan, eyes glossed over and hazy as she set her pace. "o-oh my god…violet—"

she quiets you with a heated kiss, pressing her forehead against yours as she grinds her soaking cunt down on yours. it's filthy, the sheer rivulets of your mixed arousal dripping in between your wet, perspiring skin. you moan haughtily into her mouth, letting her swallow every pathetic noise you make. 

the movement of her bucking hips was unhinging as she mindlessly rocks them against you. "f…fuck—ngh-baby. you're gonna ruin me," her pulsing clit slid over yours, making you both see stars as you moaned in tandem. drool threatens to leave her mouth, pooling on her tongue as she buries her face into the crook of your shoulder. 

she's drunk off of you, more than the wine could've ever had her. her eyes screw shut as the unrelenting waves of pleasure wash over her, losing herself within the titillations of you. "mmh—oh god, princess…s-so fuckin' perfect—"

you only encouraged her, head lulling back against the couch cushions as your nails dug into her thighs, urging her to sink deeper—further into you. "p-please vi—haah—don't stop..please don't-" your loud, unashamed moans only got louder, resounding off the walls of your living room. 

with every push of her hips, you both lose yourselves in the other. the sounds—your wet skin slapping, the nasty plap of your cunt kissing hers, the breathless babbles and pleas—everything has you on the edge, it's too much.

your stomach caves even more, leaving your trembling hands to scramble for her, in need of her to anchor you. she lifts her face from your shoulder, letting your hands cling weakly to her. her eyes zero in on your lips, feeling her mouth begin to pool with saliva once again. "shit—mmgh baby, open f'me."

you stare up at her, lolling out your tongue pliantly to her. she copies your actions, letting the pooled spit spill into your mouth. you swallow instinctively, making her eyes roll as she grinds harder into you. "gooood fucking girl, you were m-made for me baby. made jus' for me."

her hands slither up to your tits, palming them generously. she pulls at your nipple, making your back bow at the harsh stimulation. your stomach twists familiarly, pulling those slutty moans out from your throat. she twists the bud of your nipple, staring intently at your responsiveness.

"y'gonna cum for me? is t-that it?" she huffs, grounding her hips even harder—firmer. you gasp, eyes whirling to the back of your skull. you nod, not being able to form words. you're gone, fucked out and brainless under the vertiginous weight of her. your mind only being filled with her, her, her.

"y-yeah? fuck—tell me you're mine, baby. t-tell me—"

you don't waste a breath after that, "y-yes! 'm yours vi—fuck only yours—" you choke on your words, your orgasm hitting you without warning. your body spasms, slick juices spilling onto vi, only making her rut into you even harder. 

she cums with a heaved moan of your name, her hips stuttering as she rides it out for the both of you. your thighs twitch under her, cunt fluttering around nothing as you come down from your revelational high. you gaze at her with heavy eyes, lids weighted with exhaustion. her body goes lax into yours, wrapping her arms around you as she pulls you into a kiss.

although it's unsaid, you can feel it. her tongue coated thick with promise—a bound to you. a promise to give you everything you deserve, and a bound that weighs heavily, tethering you to be hers for as long as you'll allow.

[iindiafterdark]

waiting room

summer fling chapter six

pairing: college au! ellie x f!reader

summary: you take a much-needed trip to a lakeside cabin with your friends to take your mind off of things, while ellie can't seem to shake her lingering feelings.

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warnings/tags: no outbreak au!, college!au, no use of y/n, swearing, alcohol/weed consumption, mentions of depression, angst, physical violence, ellie's pov in the second half, jessie appearance(yay)

wc: 4.4k

an: again, i'm sorry that this took so long for me to write, it was kinda a filler chapter so it was a bit challenging. the next chapter will be the final one, hope you enjoy! likes + reblogs are heavily appreciated🫶🏽

chapter six: waiting room

it had been a month and some days since that night. the stifling heat of may mellowing out into the humid air of june. you’d managed to get back to your friends after the fireworks had ended, thanking the darkness for hiding the dried tear streaks across your face. your friends had been worried about where you had gone to, but didn’t try to push you to spill. neither did dina, even though she was left in the dark.

since then, you were almost glued to your bed. you rarely got up to eat much, only on sunday mornings, just so that your dad wouldn’t get suspicious. he’d asked if you were getting enough sleep, seeing that you couldn’t hide the dark eye bags that had formed. but you brushed it off, saying it was the cicadas that kept you up sometimes. 

this was more than just sadness; you had known that. ellie had been the only thing on your mind since that night. your days are filled with replaying everything that has happened. you wondered if things could’ve been different. maybe if you had said something sooner, maybe if you had confronted dina about how you felt before you left her house. the possible outcomes of the past haunted you, leaving you unsure of how to move forward.

your friends had taken notice of it as well. so now, you were sat in the passenger’s seat of marisol’s suv, along with the twins and dina, on the road to lake travis. the twins’ parents owned a lake cabin there, so they’d graciously let the twins have free rein to visit whenever they wanted. 

you had slept for most of the ride, you weren’t fond of road trips. especially when you were given what seemed like an endless amount of time to think, because that meant thinking about her. 

dina and the twins were in the arms of peaceful sleep for the last hour of the ride, while you stared aimlessly out of the window. you were brought out of your trance-like state by marisol’s gentle hand placed on yours. 

you turn to her slowly, meeting her short glance, filled with assurance and care she’d always given you. “this’ll be good for you, i promise. just try to enjoy it, okay?” she murmurs, giving your hand a light squeeze. you nod curtly, reciprocating her actions with a tight smile before taking your eyes back to the endless acres of trees before you. 

another hour or so passed by before you were jumping out of the car, surrounded by the secluded nature of the forest. you stared at the trees, sprouting tall above your head. you were awed, it was nothing short of perfect—unreal even. 

after being cooped up in your house for weeks at a time, you'd forgotten how beautiful it was to be encompassed by nature. simone nudged your shoulder, a lazy smile on her face. "it's so perfect, isn't it?"

you nodded, your eyes remaining on the scene in front of you. "yeah..it really is."

it didn’t take long for you all to get everything inside, hauling in the unnecessary amounts of alcohol along with your bags of stuff. you had all agreed to get your groceries delivered that night, the fatigue of roadtripping all day catching up to you.

you sat down on the plush white duvet on the bed, placing your bags next to it. the scent in the room settled the uncertainty clouding your head. the distinct smell of amber and the aged wood left you satisfied. it was unfamiliar— different, just different enough to make your brain think you were in an alternate reality. and that's all you needed. 

you turned your head, looking out of the large window on the other side of the room. the a-frame window was a sight itself, but the sun was setting beautifully across the lake, the trees still as the darkness of the night slipped over them. you found yourself getting lost in the view, the endless colors ebbing your thoughts. 

a soft knock on the doorframe snapped you out of your blissful reverie, turning your body to meet the noise with dull curiosity. it was scarlett, who quickly changed into her lounge wear for the night. you noticed the glass bottle of smirnoff ice in her hand. she gave a small smile, holding it out to you.

"i ain't gonna ice you, cause that wouldn't be nice. but we're making pizza downstairs. 'jus wanted to let you know," she teases, waving the bottle in front of you. you scoff playfully, reaching out to grab it from her. "i'll be down in a minute, 'kay?" you mutter, lips twitching upwards. her smile widens in response, clearly pleased with your answer as she sauntered away from your room.

after a couple of minutes getting your things unpacked and changing, you made your way downstairs to join the rest of them. the pizza was already in the oven, a plethora of sweets were scattered across the large kitchen island, along with alcohol, of course. dina was sitting on one of the barstools, carefully rolling a joint while simone talked to her. while marisol and scarlett were having a conversation of their own.

dina glanced at you as you settled into a barstool next to her, instantly fiddling with your hands. you gazed at your nails, brows knitted together as if something was oh so captivating about them.

your attempt at distracting yourself from talking to her had failed, pausing your movements as her hand hovered in front of you, playing with the perfectly rolled joint between her fingers. you glance at her, an unreadable look on her face as she silently pressed you to take it from her.

"you can have the first hit, kick us off for this weekend," a playful smirk splayed across her face. you bit your lip, contemplating briefly. you knew this was a method to try to break the ice between you both, it's the only way she could with the rest of the girls here. you sighed dramatically before slipping the joint from her. 

you gave her another brief look, a playful glint shining in your eyes. her smirk now turned into a triumphant smile as she slid the lighter towards you. patching up the vacant shell of yourself with substance abuse wasn't a permanent fix— you knew that. but you didn't want it to be, you just wanted to feel like yourself again, even if it was temporary.

the girls squealed as you took the tightly rolled joint into your mouth, swiftly lighting it and taking a deep inhale. the heavy smoke invaded your lungs, neutralizing the dull ache that had already began to fade. 

the rest of the night was a blur—full of the welcoming stench of alcohol and the warm embrace of the smoke. 

you rode out the high into the next day blissfully, as you all spent it lounging away in the lake. you felt yourself begin to open back up, your shell cracking at every crevice. you weren't sure if it was the joint you'd just smoked, or the alcohol settling in your bones but it was nice being able to let go. 

however, you felt the awkwardness between you and dina creep up slowly. you hadn't spoken much for the trip, only fleetingly glancing and moving around each other cautiously. she'd attempt to start a conversation, only for it to sour within a few minutes, bubbling out into a choked silence until someone else sparked it up again. 

it was irritating how the constant reminder that a conversation needed to be had between you. it was almost like your friendship was put on an abrupt hold, and no amount of liquid courage could save that—it wouldn't. 

you were stuck ruminating on that impervious thought until night came, sitting quietly in front of the fire pit as everyone was occupied with making their smores. you stared into the flame, watching the orange embers of the firewood break off, melding into ash as it fell into the steel of the pit. you felt their lingering stares, filled with an inkling of concern no doubt. but they didn't pry, figuring that you were just enjoying the company. 

a few moments passed, the girls trickled back into the coolness of the house, only leaving you and simone. the heat of the fire had died down, leaving the louring humidity to take its place. 

it was silent between you two, not that you were surprised by it. simone was always the quiet one out of the group, only offering her input if she really wanted to. however, you also weren't surprised when you heard her soft voice ask, "are you enjoying your time here?"

her brown doe eyes stared at you curiously—her question lingering with no intention to probe or force an answer from you. you let it linger in the air for a split second longer, before tilting your head slightly. "yeah—yeah, it's been fun actually. it feels good to be in a different environment for once," you mumble, giving her a small smile you know didn't reach your eyes.

she nodded with understanding, fidgeting with her hands securely in her lap. you could tell she wanted to ask you more, but she was afraid of making you upset.

you huffed out a laugh at her, "you can ask me questions, monie. 'm not gonna bite you."

"i know..i just didn't want to make you upset."

you shook your head, "you can't make me upset, simone," you adjusted yourself in your lounge chair, "so shoot, ask me whatever you want."

she shifted in her chair, her face revealing a slight discomfort, as if she wasn't completely buying your words. your brows raise at her expectantly, silently reassuring her that it was okay.

she sighs, "well, i just wanted to know how you were feeling. you haven't really verbalized that—i mean, not that you have to, it's just…worrying."

although you weren't upset by her, the question itself made your heart skip a beat. you couldn't help but realize that you hadn't taken a chance to focus on how you felt—how it felt when you walked away from her that night. you'd been taken over—consumed by a guilt that made you feel like you were drowning, unable to come to the surface to breathe.

you stared right through simone, feeling the jumbled-up puzzle pieces come together slowly in your brain. "i—i don't know, really. everything happened so quickly—and it was so frustrating because i.." you trailed, feeling the tears brim in your eyes.

"..because you loved her?" 

you froze at her words, love. you loved—no love her. you spent your days trying to unravel the endless amounts of feelings you felt towards her, unable to decipher them. yet, every single emotion you felt towards her somehow was deconstructed into those four letters, love.

you nodded, "yeah," your voice came out weak—strained, "i loved her."

simone was already by your side, bringing you gently into her arms to comfort you. you limply held onto her, desperately trying to blink away the tears in your eyes. the sting in your chest had come back—searing and unforgiving. it was like you were lit ablaze, not able to put yourself out.

"can i—can i be alone for a second?" you request, lip trembling as your voice cracks. simone nodded, kissing you on your cheek before disappearing into the cabin. you stared at the fire again, only to find it fully reduced into disheveled ash. 

you spent the rest of the night pondering, reeling over the revelation you had; you hadn't gotten a lick of sleep, and you ended up here, curled up on the picnic table looking over the lake. you watched over it solemnly, eyes counting each calm ripple that came across it. the air was fresh, crisp even. yet, it didn't seem to stop your throat from tightening up.

you let the tears fall, not caring enough to wipe them away. they came in sudden waves now, as if your body had reminded itself of the unshakable pain you felt that night, reliving the sinking feeling you felt in your heart. and the aching pain you felt now, the way you craved her—the way you loved her. 

your trembling fingers held onto your lazily made margarita, letting the sweating glass drip onto your shirt. 

it was unusual for you to drink this brazenly, and drinking at eight o' clock in the morning wasn't normal for you either. but your body— your mind, craved the type of numbness you could only find at the bottom of an empty, cold glass. 

the sound of feet trudging against the loose stone trail should've made you jump, or at least turn in curiosity. but you kept staring, kept counting the ripples of the lake, listening to the rustling of the trees grown so largely above you. 

the person's footsteps inched closer, stopping briefly. only to be replaced by the small thud as they sat down at the picnic table directly next to you. they hadn't spoken or announced themselves, letting you both sit in the soft silence. 

you took another large gulp from your glass, wincing at the coldness of your drink before placing it on the rough wood beneath you. 

"is there something you wanted, dina?" you murmur, craning your neck to look at her. her demeanor felt uncertain, scared almost. the way she fidgeted with her fingers, her ring, told you that instantly. you sat in expectant silence for a moment, waiting for her answer. 

dina shakes her head curtly, her gaze peering into you. her brows furrowed, an unrecognizable look on her face. "no..i just—are you okay? ..do you wanna talk about it?" she mumbles lowly. 

your breath hitches, unsure of what you wanted to say. dina had been left in the dark about the whole situation, only knowing that kissing your cheek had been the catalyst. you sigh, holding her worried gaze for a second more. 

"..yeah, actually. ellie and i had something going on before we..y'know," you start, looking to gauge her reaction. her face had remained concerned, loving even, like all she cared about was your well-being.

so you continued, "and before the fair, we made up. so when you kissed my cheek…" you trailed off, looking at your hands. you didn't want to blame dina for what happened, especially when you hadn't communicated that you wanted to go back to being friends. "it fucked things up, huh?" she asks, tilting her head. you nod slowly, raising your head to look at her sorrowfully.

"it's not your fault di, okay? i should've told you. i was going to..i just didn't want to hurt you," you choked out, tears welling up in your eyes. you silently cursed yourself for crying in front of her, not wanting to delve deeper into the theatrics of this entire fucked up situation. 

dina pulls you into a small hug, wrapping her arms tightly around you. you can't help but to sob into her shoulder, gripping onto her as if she'd slip through you. the guilt had eaten you whole, consuming your being. and in this moment, for the first time in a while, you felt a true release. "i-i'm so sorry i didn't tell you di," you sob, clutching her tighter.

she shushes you softly, rubbing your back in small, light circles. after a few moments, you managed to calm yourself down, pulling away from her with a small sniffle. you looked away from her, not wanting to meet her eyes after admitting what you did. dina's warm hand caressed your cheek, making you turn towards her caring stare. "it's okay, i completely understand. we're all good, okay? i just need you to be okay," she reassures.

you couldn't help but to nod into her hand, letting her comfort you. "you promise?" you croaked, voice raspy from crying. a small smile made its way onto her face, happy that you'd shown some form of yourself. "yes dummy, i promise. now what the hell are you gonna do about ellie?" she questions, pulling her hand away to adjust herself on the table.

you wipe your cheek, giving her an equivocal shrug. you genuinely had no idea, you hadn't spoken to ellie since that night. only seeing her through your window, or in passing if you happened to go outside. 

you usually never spared her your attention, locking your head in place to not give her any reason to speak to you. but you always felt her eyes on you, always. it was torturous, resisting your heart's urge to run into her arms just to feel her again, to feel her warmth—her touch, just to feel something in your derelicted heart.

"i..i have no idea. " —

it had been a month. a fucking month and ellie felt herself teetering on the edge of despair. she’d thrown herself into work, asking joel to take extra jobs. she frequented the bar as well, always ending her night drowning in a sweating glass of whiskey. 

she’d always been pretty good at distracting herself, letting everything she so desperately wanted to avoid fade into the background. not allowing herself to sit with her feelings, not letting them overwhelm her head and cloud her judgment, and yet, you seemed to be the only thing that she couldn’t escape.

she tried— god, she tried. but everything had always come back to you. everywhere she turned, it was always you. your voice, your face, the way words would slip off of your tongue, the way you smelled— it was making her sanity slip. 

she found herself at another job that she offered to pick up with joel, jessie tagging along with her. she tuned out the client’s words, staring mindlessly at the floor plan in front of her. 

she worked extra jobs, yes, but it was harder for her to focus. she couldn’t, not when she was replaying the look on your face when she called it off completely. how instant she regretted her words, not being able to take them back as you stormed away from her. 

a nudge to her shoulder snaps her out of her thoughts, her head turning to meet jessie’s concerned yet knowing stare “are you okay?” he silently mouths, brows furrowing, riddled with worry. 

she blinks slowly, holding his gaze. her lips forming into a slight grimace as her eyes flit to the clueless client in front of them. he was too engrossed in the floor plans, paying no mind to their wordless interaction. 

her eyes meet jessie’s again, swimming with conflict before she gives him a silent, reluctant nod. he pauses, contemplating whether or not to accept it. fortunately for ellie, he does, dropping his arm at his side and tuning back into the frantic rant of the client. 

the job goes by fairly quickly, as it was only the first day to get all of the requests the client wanted in order. she was zoned out for the most part, jessie begrudgingly picking up all the slack for her.

driving back to town was eerily silent. no music playing on the radio, no talking—just silence. jessie didn't question it at first, and she was grateful for that, reveling in the peace that had been there before her thoughts seeped into her brain. her fingers tapped mindlessly on the wheel, counting down the minutes until they made it back.

jessie's arms were crossed as he sat there in deep thought before turning his head towards ellie.

"hey man, what was that back there? it was like you were barely conscious the whole time," jessie rasps. and there it went, the peacefulness gone in seconds. she bit back a sigh of extreme agitation, keeping her eyes straight on the road. "it was nothing, 'm just tired," she muttered.

jessie scoffed, obviously seeing through her bullshit answer. "yeah, right. that tired that i had to pick up what you weren't even puttin' down. tired my damn ass," he grumbles, giving her a fleeting glare.

ellie snarls, "fucking drop it, jessie. i'm serious," she snaps, her hands gripping the wheel tightly. jessie's mouth falls open, as if he were getting ready to gripe at her some more, before snapping shut. ellie had her fair share of breakdowns, snapping at the people she cared about.

it was a coping mechanism, a protective tactic so that no one could truly unravel the problems she was too scared to. 

jessie let out a frustrated sigh, turning his head to look out of the window. although she was relieved that he'd listened to her and dropped the subject, it didn't make the overarching issue any less prominent in her head. it was irritating—fucking maddening how it consumed her being.

it was sundown by the time she'd driven into the town, the loud sounds of cicadas and crickets filled the quelling silence of the night. somewhere along the remaining drive, jessie had suggested stopping at the bar, sal's of course, before heading home. ellie had agreed, in desperate need of a drink to cull the aching feeling in her chest.

they sat at the bar in a quiet lull, the background noise of people conversing and laughing spoke for them. as always, ellie nursed a half-full glass of whiskey, whincing every so often from the sharp burn as it slid down her throat.

jessie opted for a coke, his only response being, "well, someone has to get us home."

he watches her silently, as her head hangs low, staring into the glass like it had an answer to solve her problems. she throws her head back, swallowing down the rest of the bitter liquor. her eyes were glossed over, lids heavy as she placed the glass down, "'m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back," she mumbles.

ellie wouldn't label herself a lightweight, and she wasn't. but the whiskey spent no time pumping through her veins, intoxicating her blood as she stumbled towards the bathroom.

something hard—muscular and burly grazed her shoulder harshly, making her turn towards the cause of it. her eyes flickered up to the guy, not really taking in his appearance. she wasn't that far behind him in height; her eyes reached the bridge of his nose. he looked down at her, face scrunched in annoyance. "watch where you're goin'," he gruffed.

her mind wasn't in tandem with her words; her brows knit together with frustration. her hand gripped his shirt, stumbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance. 

"you're the one who ran into me, dick."

the guy's hands gripped her shoulders, shoving her off of him roughly. "what did you just say to me, bitch?" he snarled, his knuckles white as he clenched them.

ellie didn't remember her fist swinging towards his jaw, the stinging pain of bone clashing with bone made her knuckles ache. the bar erupted into chaos, people gathering desperately to try to de-escalate as the guy shoved her harder onto the ground. 

this was wrong, she knew it was wrong. picking a fight in a bar would be the last thing she would've done. but she needed to feel something—anything. anything to remind her that she was alive, that she was breathing, to feel something other than the intolerable taction that she had been drowning in for weeks. 

a harrowing pain bloomed across her temple, the warmth of the blood following it. all of the clamor that had started became muffled—unimportant, encircling her as a pair of hands gripped her weakened frame, taking her out of the bar.

she was in a blurred haze, only to be brought out by cold water splashing messily against her face. she gasped loudly, air filling her lungs as if she hadn't been breathing this whole time. she blinked her lashes rapidly, attempting to regain half of the consciousness that she'd lost in that fucking bar. 

"what the fuck is wrong with you?!" the voice bellowed, familiar but not fully recognized. she haphazardly wiped her eyes, eyelids fluttering as her vision came to. jessie was staring at her, eyes wide with bewilderment at her behavior. "w-what—"

"cut the fucking bullshit, ellie! what the fuck has been going on with you!" he yells, his tone pleading for an answer. she didn't know if it was his words, the look on his face—the look of concern, of care, or the fact that her head was fucking pounding. but her facade, the one she tried so hopelessly to keep up, finally broke.

she couldn't speak, the only noise coming from her was a broken, weak sob. jessie wasted no time steadying her, letting her cling to his jacket as she sobbed.

"i f-fucked up so bad with her, jessie. i—i don't know why i hurt her. i cared—i care for her so fucking much." 

jessie doesn't shush her, doesn't try to calm her, doesn't ask anything of her—he just lets her release. keeps her still as she unfolds everything that she's felt from this, from you. and when he does speak, his voice is calm—grounded in observation.

"you can say all of this to me..but why not to her?"

ellie pushes away from him, ridding the wet tears from her flushed face. "i don't know, maybe i—fuck. i'm scared, jessie. i've never felt like this, ever." 

he nods, tucking his hands in his jeans. "you can't run away from commitment forever, el. i know you're scared, but i can see it in your eyes when you talk about her. you love her, ellie. you can't run away from that."

the realization hits her like a ton of bricks, crashing down with no regard for her fears. she loved you, and she wouldn't be able to escape that—she didn't want to. she wanted to talk to you.

she wanted to apologize, get on her knees like she was worshipping at a chapel, and admit her wrongs. she crossed her arms, moving her hair from her face before glancing up at jessie. "i know they went on a trip—did dina tell you when they were coming back?"

jessie sighs, biting his lip as he racked his brain for the accurate answer to give her. 

"i think the fourth of july, the morning of. you need to come clean, ellie. tell her how you feel."

she doesn't respond for a moment, letting his words hang in the air like a thick fog.

"i will." 

[iindiafterdark]

video games

summary: you were bored, but turns out being under ellie's gaming table is much more entertaining than sitting in bed.

pairing: gamer!ellie x f!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ mdni, modern!au, no use of y/n, swearing, oral(e!recieving), fingering(e!recieving), praise kink, top!reader, very whiny bottom!ellie in this

wc: 1.3k (always when i think it'll be a drabble)

an: very random thought i had made me write this, hope you enjoy! reblogs + likes are extremely appreciated

you weren't entirely sure how you ended up in this position. you were sitting on your bed, curled up in the many blankets ellie insisted to have on it. you were aimlessly scrolling on your phone, the boredom you felt growing larger.

your eyes shifted over to ellie, who was sat at her gaming setup, controller in hand. she was lazily leaning back against the chair, legs slightly spread as she played whatever shooting game she was into at the time.

she was talking to dina and jessie on the mic, mumbling small comments about where she was or what to do. you glanced over her face, seeing her toy with her bottom lip in between her teeth with concentration.

you let yourself stare at your girlfriend for a few moments longer, admiring how pretty she looked. you were about to attempt to focus on your phone again before a wonderful, yet evil, idea popped into your mind.

you rose from the bed slowly, walking up to chair without much notice from her. you pushed it back gently, before slipping into her lap. "hey dipsh- oh hey baby, what're you doin?" she stops her previous insults to greet you. she lets go of her controller to rest her hand on your thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

you wrap your arms around her neck, shoving your face into the crook of it. her scent, the smell of sandalwood and vetiver, filled your nose. she lets out a small chuckle, closing the small gap between your bodies. "ah, i see. you just needed some attention, huh?" she quips, making you nod sheepishly. and despite your rather mischevous idea, you did actually want some attention.

she laughs again, giving you a chaste kiss on your cheek before immersing herself back into her gameplay, her voice much quieter now that you were sitting on her lap.

you sat there for a bit, soaking up the quiet quality time of being in her presence. your hands begin to wander, trailing down ellie's waist. you felt her breath hitch before she masked it as a cough. you smirk at her reaction, she'd always been so responsive with your touch.

she moved her mic up, her mouth grazing the cusp of your ear. "what are you trying to do, hm?" she asks, her breath making you shiver. you don't answer for a second, letting your hands find the hem of her sweatpants.

you push her chair back a little more, sliding slowly onto the floor under her desk. your eyes flit to her face, seeing the pink tinge creep up on her face as she realizes your plans.

your smirk grows wider, hooking your nimble fingers around the stretchy material, pulling it down her hips. "'m just having a bit of fun baby, keep playing your game for me. you can do that, right?" you tease. she bites her lip, nodding slowly as she lifts up her hips so you can easily slip her sweats off. you slide her sweats across the floor, kissing her bare thigh tenderly.

"good girl.. turn your mic back on."

her eyes remain on you as she obliges to your command, pulling the mic back down. you can here the muffled sound of dina, asking where she went. "o-oh um..just had to go to the bathroom," she lies, hoping they'd take the bait. fortunately for her, they do.

you left her in her underwear, hoping to tease her some more as she attempts to focus on her game. you continue to kiss on her thighs, inching closer and closer to her clothed cunt. you see a damp spot on her underwear, making you let out a breathy huff of satisfaction. "god..haven't even touched you and you're ruining your panties," you whisper, letting your mouth ghost over it. you feel her thighs trembling, her voice stuttering as she tries to talk to her friends.

you slide your fingers against her throbbing clit, making her hips buck and cute squeak leave her lips. "s-shit! sorry, jus stubbed my toe," she excused, looked down to give you a small look, her brows furrowed as if she was begging you to stop being so cruel. the desperation on her face fueled your actions even more, so you waved her off, a mean grin on your face.

you make small, slow circles on the bundle of nerves. watching her facade of nonchalance crumble before you. her thighs shook even more, aching- begging- for you to give her more.

you teasingly pull off her panties, staring in awe at her soaked puffy cunt as more arousal began to pool on the chair. "such a pretty cunt, el. s' all for me, baby? making a mess in your chair f'me?" you croon, batting your lashes up at her.

despite her embarrassment, she nods fervently at your questions, her entire face now pink. she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, trying so desperately to hold back a needy whine from tumbling out.

you decide to finally aid her silent impatient pleas, latching onto her sopping cunt suddenly. she lets out a loud gasp, muffling it just before her friends could hear. you maneuver your tongue through her folds, soaking up the juices that were spilling out of her so eagerly.

you hike her thighs up, prying her open so you could properly lap up her sweet, pearlescent sap. ellie isn't even focused on the game at this point, her eyes threatening to whirl into the back of her skull each time your tongue envelops her aching clit. "g-guys? oh fuuck-i gotta go," she whines, throwing her headphones onto the bed.

her hands instantly find your hair, tangling through it as if she was trying to ground herself. your fingers find their way to her leaking slit, pushing inside slowly.

she lets out a loud keen, back arching from the chair. you pull away slightly, still pumping your fingers in slowly. "god, you're so whiny els, you needed this, huh?" you chuckle, watching her as she lets out another deprived whine.

she nods eagerly, grinding her hips into your hand, making the loud wet noises from her messy cunt grow even louder. "p-please-fuck! needed it-oh my god!" she mewls, her jaw going slack as you find her sweet spot. your pace is faster- meaner- now, plunging your fingers into that spot over and over.

your mouth finds her cunt again, your nose nudging her clit with every flick of your tongue. you match the rhythm of her grinding hips, flattening your tongue to catch the juices dripping down your hand.

her moans and pleas only get more desperate, her pants growing louder as she chases her orgasm. "c'mon pretty, use your words. ask me for what you want," you mutter into the wetness of her cunt, letting it drip down your chin as you speak.

she whimpers softly, her legs full on shaking now. she could almost taste her orgasm on her tongue, hymns of your name falling from her agape maw. "ngh- please! wanna cum-shit c-can i cum? please?" she pleads, helpless tears of pleasure falling from her eyes. you hum with satisfaction, fucking her deeper on your fingers.

you continue your torturous movements, eyes peering into her unwraveling frame before you. "'s okay, baby. be a good girl and cum for me," you coo. you latch your mouth onto her cunt, giving it a long drawn out suck. she lets out a broken sob, gripping your hair harder as her orgasm hits. her eyes roll back, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

you fuck her through it, struggling to pump your fingers as her sloppy cunt tightens and clenches around them. she gushes onto your face, the remnants of it dripping from the chair onto the floor.

you finally pull away, pushing the chair back a bit more so you could get from under the table. ellie is twitching and spent, the only sign of life from her being her heavy breathing. you kiss her inner thigh, making her weakly glare at you. "you're so fucking evil, you know that?" she spits. you let out a chuckle, giving her a small bite on her thigh.

"and you love it."

[iindiafterdark]

living room flow

being in a situationship with vi didn't turn out as planned

pairing: modern au!vi x f!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ mdni, no use of y/n, swearing, brief smut(strap-on sex), situationships ofc, vi is an asshole, angstyy

an: i would say i'm sorry for this, but i'm not. (also new themeee hehe)

you knew what this was when you first met. at a party, nearing blackout drunk, as you both stumbled into the club's utility closet. 

from the moment her lips touched yours, when the potent taste of liquor slid off her tongue onto yours, that this was temporary.

a fix, a vice, a way of escaping. it was supposed to be temporary.

and you knew this, you were okay with it in fact. after that night, you'd somehow gotten each other's numbers, and since then, it had been exactly that—temporary. slipping into each other's apartments at 2 am, hoping not to wake up your roommates as you snuck quietly into your rooms.

and tonight was no different; vi had texted you around one in the morning asking if you were up. now here you were, straddling her lap as she pushed her hips up into your pretty, wet cunt.

your nails clawed at her worn tank, trying to find purchase as she fucked you relentlessly. your mouth hung open, eyes rolling with every hard slam into you. "mmph—hah fuck vi…'m s-so full."

your whimpers and moans tumble out of your sweet, swollen lips, as you could never keep quiet with vi ever. she only grins, eyeing your tits bouncing wildly with each brutal snap of her hips. 

"yeah? you full, baby? pretty little pussy takin' me so deep, huh?" she simpers, only making you whine even more. she slithers her hand down your body, pressing her warm thumb onto your sensitive clit. you see stars, eyes threatening to cross as the sound of your damp skin colliding fills your ears.

you let out a choked moan, feeling those eight-letter, three-syllable words crawl up your throat. you know you can't, you know that's not what this is. and it can never be. 

the pleasure overrides your swarming thoughts, as vi circles your clit with precision. your orgasm tumbles over you, your cunt creaming down her strap. you don't make a sound, mouth agape in a silent scream as she fucks you through it. "thereeee you go, fuck yes, so good f'me." 

you collapse onto her chest, trying to bring yourself back to reality as your labored breaths become the only sound in the room. vi never really gave aftercare, just holding you for a minute or two before getting up.

you barely watch her as she gets herself together, those three words still sitting in the back of your throat, hoping—begging to be said. you shove them down, along with all of the feelings you've caught for her. 

the sound of vi grabbing her bag brings you out of your head, eyes snapping towards her near your bedroom door. she turns to you, the indifferent look on her face making your withered heart break even more. "i gotta go, i'll catch you later," she states, voice void of all emotion towards you, so incredibly different from a couple of minutes ago. 

you nod solemnly, adjusting yourself in your bed, the slick on your thighs being a dull reminder of your unfortunate situation. "..yeah, sure. catch you later," you mutter, feeling the tears in your eyes well.

she doesn't give you a second glance, pulling open your door and disappearing into the darkness of your apartment. you didn't bother locking the front door after her, knowing that she would let herself out, locking it with the keys under the mat. 

you hear the lock click before your tears begin to flow, warming your cheeks as you hold yourself. you sat there, crying until your throat was too raw, raw enough that those three words that had taken over you became too much to utter. 

[iindiafterdark]

BOUND TO YOU (starring abby anderson)

summary: it's amazing what abby can do with a spool of rope.

pairing: abby anderson x f!reader

tags: 18+mdni, no use of y/n, swearing, soft dom!abby/sub!reader, dirty talk, praise, strap-on sex(r! receiving), bdsm, overstimulation, bondage(shibari)

wc: 1.7k

an: writing these little author's notes in advance is funny lmao but i hope you enjoy! likes + reblogs are greatly appreciated.

kinktober '25

you weren't entirely sure when the obsession started; it wasn't intentional whatsoever. 

you happened to be on a cabin getaway with your girlfriend abby, a couple of months back, deciding to give yourselves a break away from normal life. you'd gotten back from a boat excursion, patiently waiting for abby to dock the boat.

you were absentmindedly gazing at her, oogling silently before your eyes zeroed in on her hands. and fuck, was it a sight. the veins protruded across her knuckles as she clutched the rope. she manipulated the rope carefully, as if it were an extension of herself, as she docked the boat with ease. you wondered how it would feel if she wrapped the rope around—

"you gonna keep staring at me, baby?" her voice lilted teasingly as she walked towards you. your body grew hot, embarrassment at your thoughts making you hit her chest lightly. "oh, shut up."

the brewing interest only intensified as time passed, trailing behind you like a burden you desperately didn't want to have stray from you. and with abby being an outdoorsy person, it made your growing desires even worse to ignore. 

you were in your shared bedroom, your head lying peacefully on her chest as she watched tv. you tried to pay attention, but of course, your thoughts had other plans. your fingers aimlessly played with her tank top, rubbing the grooves of the fabric in between your fingers. 

your eyes trailed to the credenza, two bright spools of red rope staring back at you. abby must've left them there after one of her hiking trips, and now they were serving as a haunted reminder of your perverted appetencies.

"..abby?" the nervous tremble in your voice was prominent, but you prayed that she wouldn't notice it. she hummed lightly, her eyes still glued to the television, fixated on the game of rugby. your hand splayed across her stomach, anchoring yourself as you sat up to look at her. "i...i want to try something with you."

the neediness tangled shamelessly in your tone, catching her attention. her eyes gazed into yours, sitting up with you as her burly hands rubbed your thighs as she awaited your proposal. "what is it, sweetheart?"

"the rope.." you gestured towards it, her eyes following your movements, "i wanna try it."

you avoided her eyes, looking down at your thighs as the silence hung in the air. her calloused hand grazed your jaw, tilting it up slowly. her irises clouded with a subtle lust, making your thighs squeeze together. 

her lips met yours with undeniable alacrity, her hands settling on your waist. you melted into it, gripping her shoulders for stability as small whimpers and gasps left your lips. she swallowed every one, reveling in your unabashed need for her. 

she softly maneuvered you, a breathy gasp leaving you as your back hit the bed. your kisses grow needier—messier, tongues melding together with utter wanting. her fingers caress your shoulder, nimbly taking hold of your silk slip and easily sliding it from your soft skin. 

you lay bare to her, inhaling sharply at the cold air hitting you. abby breaks the kiss, pulling a low whine from your throat as you reach for her. " don't worry baby, 'm getting what you want," she softly shushes you, placing a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips. 

you let her, watching as she carefully undresses, leaving herself in her bra as she grabs her harness from the drawer. you stare at the rope, letting it taunt you further as you anticipate the sensation on your skin. your cunt fluttered around nothing, slick dribbling down to your ass and pooling messily onto the sheets.

she grabs the spools of rope, unraveling them slowly to place them on the bed. her hands hook around your thighs, pulling you slowly to the edge of the bed. "you're so beautiful," she rasps, cupping your breast in earnest. her lips captured the column of your neck, peppering kisses across it, suckling on the sensitive skin.

the tip of her strap pushes against your cunt, eliciting a quiet moan from you. the sensation of her palm against your nipples was torturous, only making the mess in between your thighs pool. "a-abby..please."

she hums at your hushed plea, pulling away to grasp the unraveled rope from the sheets. your breath grows shallow, watching as she toys with the material. "you tell me if you want to stop, understand? you know your word, " her tone firm, not allowing room for discussion. 

you nod slowly, you trusted her—fully trusted her. you've placed yourself in her control many times, and no matter how far gone you were, she'd managed to bring you back time and time again. your mind goes hazy as she lines up the rope against your thigh, the anticipation swarming in your chest. you sat silently, watching her work at it, wrapping and knotting the rope against your skin. 

the ridges of the rope pressed into your thigh with exact pressure—not tight but secure. the sensation had you slipping, your mind blurring as your body fixated on the feeling. she felt it, the shift in the air was palpable—heaving yet trusting. she let you fall into the taction as she looped the rope skillfully around your leg. 

it didn't take her long to finish, she now admired her work, rubbing you soothingly while soft praises left her lips. your legs were pried open, unable to close as the rope dug into your pliable skin. 

you felt dizzy, cunt drooling as her hands spanned across your legs. she guided her strap to your dripping hole, lapping up your wetness. you attempt to squirm, your attempts coming up fruitless, which only turned you on more. 

tears prick at your waterline, a pout making its way onto your lips as you look up at her. "please baby…i wan' you to fuck me," you whine, voice dripping with shameless need. she bends down, kissing your tears away as they silently fall. "shhh..it's okay, sweetheart, you're doing so good for me," she coos, a sickly sweet smile gracing her lips. 

her hands hook onto the intricate knots of the rope, anchoring herself, pushing into you slowly. you gasp, hips pitifully bucking as your sloppy hole noisily sucked her in. her hips pistoned into you at a slow, deliberate pace, tugging on the ropes to have you meet her thrusts with equal fervor. 

your jaw hung open, choked moans leaving your mouth as your hands clawed at the sheets. each thrust was long and grinding. her tip dragged up against the spot that made your eyes roll wildly. "o-oh…god abby—"

abby watched you intensely, soaking in every reaction your body gave as an offering. the way your toes curled, the drool dribbling down your chin—and god, your pretty cunt, spasming so nastily around her. 

you attempted to move your hips upwards, inadvertently trying to run from her bruising thrusts. the sensations of the rope softly chafing your skin and abby's dick filling you over and over had you teetering on the edge of insanity.

her hand held your cheek lovingly, her pace not faltering. her hair stuck to her perspiring forehead, pressing it against yours as her green irises peered into yours. you whimper, "fuck, abby i c-can't!"

she only shushes you, "yes you can, baby," thumbing your tears away. you don't respond—you can't, your lone response being breathless whimpers of overwhelming pleasure. it's too much to handle, the feeling making the knot in your stomach twist even further, threatening to snap. "don't run from me…let me in."

her voice melts you, calm tone setting a dull fire ablaze deep in your chest. you let out a choked sob, realizing you couldn't run even if you wanted to. you wanted this. you wanted to be pried open to her, your entire being—emotionally, mentally, and physically held open in complete submission. 

her hips rock firmly into you, plugging your soddened hole. the stretch still burned—still ached as her dick split you open. your stomach clenched, tears collecting in your lashes as they streaked down your cheeks. the plunge of her driving into you pushed you further and further into overstimulation. your clit throbbed with every push of the harness against it. 

you felt yourself climbing; you could feel it. the obscene wet sound of her fucking in and out of you, ropes relentlessly twisting—marring your skin, your huffing gasps and whimpers, the weight of abby plummeting inside you—it was too fucking much. and abby notices it all.

"you're gonna cum for me? i can feel it," she murmurs, gripping onto the rope as if it were holding you to her, "c'mon baby, cum for me—fuck—let me in." 

you wordlessly nod, your cries catching in your throat. you struggle to keep your eyes open, letting them mindlessly roll. her dick grinding so perfectly against you, every ridge knocking the breath from you. your thighs begin to tremble, cunt fluttering around her as you edge closer and closer—

"there you gooo, there's my good girl," she smiles, thrusts become more shallow as you clamp down on her. your vision blanks, head lulling back as your back arches from the bed. you cum around her silently, the heat overcoming your body as your cream froths a thick, white ring around her. 

she holds your thighs gently, slowing her hips as she unravels the rope. your body feels like it's floating—static buzzing around you as you come down from your orgasm. she eases out of you, the ropes fall from your legs, and the soreness already blooming across your skin. 

in your post orgasm haze, you reach out for abby, whining for her to hold you. "i'm right here, baby, s' okay," she obliges, taking you into her arms as she lies on the bed. her hands roam your legs, her touch being the only thing grounding you in reality. 

you lift your head, placing a chaste kiss on her jaw. "that was the best idea i've ever had," you jest, making her huff out a laugh. 

tags: @vi-simp, @bluejay2503, @rawrspacecat, @georgiahs-stuff, @alzalyn

[iindiafterdark]

discovering sevika is afraid of spiders tags: no use of y/n, swearing, established relationship, just a cute funny drabble of sevika an: i'm backkkk, i needed a small break from writing so here's this. i hope you enjoy mwah(please don't hate me)

it was a relaxing afternoon, both of you rid of all adult responsibilities to rot away on the living room couch.

you were snuggled up comfortably in the corner, a heavy blanket weighing on your lazed form as you waited for sevika to return with yet another blanket.

you rubbed your legs together under the cozy fabric, slight impatience plaguing your mind.

"sevvv," your voice carries through the quiet house, "did you get the blanket yet?"

you're met with complete silence.

usually, sevika would respond with a loud grumble, void of any genuine irritation. yet, your question hung quietly in the air.

you rise from your spot, "sev? what are you doing?"

once again, silence.

until a sound you never thought a human being could ever make erupted from your bedroom. a loud shriek followed by a slew of curses.

you spring up, bolting down the hallway into your room. you round the corner into your closet to find sevika attempting to perch on a shelf, your expected blanket thrown to the ground.

"sevika, what the hell was that?!" you hissed, eyes searching her face that was ridden with absolute terror.

her eyes snapped to yours, shakily pointing towards the floor.

you step further into the room, scanning the floor and stopping when you see a small moving black dot.

you squint, eyes adjusting to see the very, very minuscule spider scampering around on the carpet.

you let out an exasperated sigh, head craning up to your girlfriend only to see pure fear staring back at you.

"it's just a spider sev-"

"shut up! it's fuckin' scary," she bites.

you bend down, letting the small creature crawl into your hand. you turn towards her, holding it securely in your hand while she looks like she's near an aneurysm at the sight of it.

"it's not gonna hurt you, baby. get down, please," you attempt to reason. she shakes her head with stubborn refusal.

"absolutely fucking not, not until that thing is out of the house," she groans.

you stare at her in disbelief, taking in the sight of your absolute unit of a woman trying to escape a spider that's as small as a quarter.

you try to bite back a laugh, failing horribly as a giggle escapes your lips.

"don't fucking laugh at me!" her voice echoes as you leave the room.

you can't help but let out another one.

[iindiafterdark]

discovering sevika is afraid of spiders tags: no use of y/n, swearing, established relationship, just a cute funny drabble of sevika an: i'm backkkk, i needed a small break from writing so here's this. i hope you enjoy mwah(please don't hate me)

it was a relaxing afternoon, both of you rid of all adult responsibilities to rot away on the living room couch.

you were snuggled up comfortably in the corner, a heavy blanket weighing on your lazed form as you waited for sevika to return with yet another blanket.

you rubbed your legs together under the cozy fabric, slight impatience plaguing your mind.

"sevvv," your voice carries through the quiet house, "did you get the blanket yet?"

you're met with complete silence.

usually, sevika would respond with a loud grumble, void of any genuine irritation. yet, your question hung quietly in the air.

you rise from your spot, "sev? what are you doing?"

once again, silence.

until a sound you never thought a human being could ever make erupted from your bedroom. a loud shriek followed by a slew of curses.

you spring up, bolting down the hallway into your room. you round the corner into your closet to find sevika attempting to perch on a shelf, your expected blanket thrown to the ground.

"sevika, what the hell was that?!" you hissed, eyes searching her face that was ridden with absolute terror.

her eyes snapped to yours, shakily pointing towards the floor.

you step further into the room, scanning the floor and stopping when you see a small moving black dot.

you squint, eyes adjusting to see the very, very minuscule spider scampering around on the carpet.

you let out an exasperated sigh, head craning up to your girlfriend only to see pure fear staring back at you.

"it's just a spider sev-"

"shut up! it's fuckin' scary," she bites.

you bend down, letting the small creature crawl into your hand. you turn towards her, holding it securely in your hand while she looks like she's near an aneurysm at the sight of it.

"it's not gonna hurt you, baby. get down, please," you attempt to reason. she shakes her head with stubborn refusal.

"absolutely fucking not, not until that thing is out of the house," she groans.

you stare at her in disbelief, taking in the sight of your absolute unit of a woman trying to escape a spider that's as small as a quarter.

you try to bite back a laugh, failing horribly as a giggle escapes your lips.

"don't fucking laugh at me!" her voice echoes as you leave the room.

you can't help but let out another one.