Can someone please for the love of anything and everything write a fanfiction here or Wattpad about Inde Navarrette or Sarah Cushing? LONG FORM PEOPLE. I swear there are none. And AI has not caught my drift. I know there are people who share the same wave length about this. CAUSE LIKE HELLO?!
╯ after one of inde's interview clips surfaces, fans go crazy at the fact that inde has a girlfriend. inde and y/n are both taken by surpirse at the sudden following toward y/n's socials. both grateful for the support and love being shown by the internet.
╯ fem reader invasion of privacy cuteness overload fluff suggestive semi-smut swearing short fic
don't waste your time °˖➴ ╯ because the doggone girl is mine
the notification chime on your phone turned into one continuous, vibrating hum. what started as a few pings an hour ago has turned into an absolute landslide, all because of a ten-second interview clip from the obsession press junket that is currently tearing its way through tiktok, twitter, and tumblr.
you tap on the link your friend frantically texted you, and inde’s face fills the screen. a smile houses your face.
the video starts mid-question. the interviewer leans forward, smiling. "so, inde, your character in 'obsession' deals with some pretty intense, overwhelming devotion. in your own life, how do you handle romance? are you someone who goes all out, or do you prefer to keep things low-key?"
the camera cuts to inde. she's sitting cross-legged on a plush couch, looking effortlessly cool in a slouchy blazer, her dark hair perfectly messy. she listens to the question, letting out a soft laugh, and then casually slides herself up from the couch, leaning her back against the pillow behind her. she adjusts her rings before looking right back at the interviewer with a easy grin.
"honestly? i think i'm pretty low-key, but my girlfriend actually tells me the opposite," inde says, her voice smooth and completely unbothered by the massive secret she just dropped. she gives a small, proud shrug. "like, she’ll come home and find that i bought her favorite flowers for absolutely no reason, and she'll just laugh and call me lovey-dovey. so, yeah..."
the clip cuts off there, but the internet didn't stop. within minutes, internet homebodies tracked down the tag, found your instagram, and completely shattered the peace of your private life. your screen is a blur of thousands of new followers and comments scrolling by at lightspeed.
'the wlw sneak attack i'm screaming' 'the way she says "my girlfriend" bye i'm crying,' 'my moms' and 'look at y/n's page, they compliment each other so well it's literally criminal. respectfully, my wives.'
the heavy thud of the front door closing cuts through the endless digital noise, and you toss your phone face-down onto the couch cushions.
inde steps into the entryway, letting out a tired but relieved sigh as she kicks off her sneakers. she doesn't even have her jacket off before you're up from the couch, walking over to greet her. the moment she sees you, her face lights up with that familiar, warm smile. you step right into her space, wrapping your arms around her neck as she snakes her hands securely around your waist, pulling you flush against her.
"hey, beautiful," she murmurs against your lips before catching you in a deep, lingering kiss. it's slow and sweet at first, a silent apology for a long day apart, but as you pull her closer, the kiss begins to deepen. inde's grip on your waist tightens, her thumbs tracing the hem of your shirt as she presses you back slightly toward the wall, the atmosphere in the hallway instantly shifting into something heavy, warm, and needy.
right as her lips slide down to trace your jawline, the sharp, piercing buzz of her phone erupts from her blazer pocket.
inde groans against your skin, ignoring it for a split second before it buzzes again, and then a third time. "jesus..." she mutters, reluctantly pulling back just enough to slip the phone out. it's a text from her publicist.
inde, check y/n's latest instagram comments right now.
inde blinks, the pieces instantly clicking in her head. she looks up at you, a sheepish, guilty grin slowly spreading across her face as she pulls up your profile on her own phone. the sheer amount of comments under your couple photos is staggering. she scrolls through them out loud, her voice dripping with amusement.
y/ny/l/n found out i'm terrible at pool
indenavarratte i'll let you win next time, baby. promise
↳ y/ny/l/n lies...
user1 i can't believe inde hid a whole girlfriend from us, im crying in a target parking lot
user2 i don't know who i want more now
user3 my new moms
user4 i see why inde was hiding her from us. girl is GORGEOUS
"'i can't believe inde hid a whole gorgeous girlfriend from us, i'm crying in a target parking lot'..." inde reads, letting out a loud laugh. she scrolls down further, shaking her head while rubbing her temples with a sigh.
she tosses her phone onto the nearby table and slides her arms right back around your waist, pulling you close again as you both dissolve into a fit of laughter. "well," inde giggles, pressing her forehead against yours. "are you mad at me, or..."
"well, now that you mention it," you murmur, your voice dropping into a upset put. you let your shoulders slump, peeling yourself away from inde’s warmth with a slow reluctance. you try to keep the mask of "upset" perfectly in place, staring at a spot on the floor like you’ve been truly wronged.
but the silence only lasts a second.
the corner of your mouth twitches and a bright smile shatters the act completely. before you can even let out a laugh, inde is on you. she doesn't give you a chance to retreat, "attacking" your face with a series of soft popcorn kisses that land on your cheeks, your nose, and the edges of your grin.
inde laughs against your skin, her breath warm and sweet. she catches your lower lip between her teeth for a brief, playful second before pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, her own sparkling with genuine affection.
"you're so bad," she teases, her hands sliding up from your waist to cup your cheeks. her thumbs brush over your cheekbones, her expression softening. "you can't keep a straight face for more than two seconds when you're trying to be mad at me."
she lets out a contented sigh, "i know it’s a lot. i know you like your peace and quiet," she murmurs, her voice lowering as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "and i’m sorry if i blindsided you. i just... i guess i’m so proud of you. and us. the best part of my day is coming home to you."
she lets out a quiet, little hum of satisfaction, her eyes scanning your face. "you're so stunning, baby. pretty sure the internet is going to be obsessed with you, which is actually kind of unfair to them, because i don't really want to share." she gives you a playful, slightly possessive smile.
her grin turns sly. "if we get invited to some fancy red carpet because we're public now, you'll let me pick out your dress. i have a few ideas that you'd look absolutely beautiful in."
"keep going," you murmur, nodding encouragingly as your hands find the shoulders of inde's blazer. with a practiced ease, you slide the fabric down her arms and toss it aside, never once breaking eye contact. she just watches you through heavy lidded eyes, her composure melting under your actions. a playful, knowing smile loops onto your lips, before you finally let your gaze drop.
you dip your head into the crook of her neck, the scent of her skin instantly intoxicating. you press a line of soft, lingering kisses along her jawline while your hand splays flat against her abdomen, feeling the sharp, sudden hitch of her breath beneath your palm.
guided by the momentum, you guide her backward until her shoulders hit the wall with a gentle, muffled thud. the contact unlocks something deeper, and your fingers curve, clawing lightly at her torso to pull her flush against you. you find her pulse point, burying your face in the heat of her neck, and press a deep, needy kiss right where her heart is hammering wildly against your lips.
a shaky exhale escapes inde's throat. a sound that is half gasp, half moan as she feels the weight of your gaze and the sudden, deliberate shift in the room's energy.
inde’s head lolls back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut. she lets out a soft, broken sound, her fingers tangling deeply into your hair to hold you there.
"god, y/n..." she breathes, her voice a raspy, velvet shadow of its usual self.
the feeling of your lips pressing against her pulse point sends a jolt through her entire system. her hands move from your hair to your waist, her grip tightening, her nails digging slightly into the fabric of your shirt as she tries to pull you even closer.
she breaks the contact of your lips against her neck just long enough to tilt her head, her eyes dark and swimming with a hunger that has everything to do with the girl in her arms.
"you're trying to kill me," she whispers, a breathless grin tugging at her lips with the intensity of the moment.
she closes the small gap between you, her mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that is no longer playful or teasing. it is deep, urgent, and heavy with the kind of devotion she had only just been talking about in that interview. her entire focus narrowed down to the heat of your body and the taste of you.
"maybe..." you murmur, the word lost as you slide your hands across her chest, feeling the heat of her skin beneath your palms. you don't break the kiss, keeping your lips connected to hers as your fingers find their way to the nape of her neck, lacing together to pull her even closer.
inde’s touch is a restless map on your skin. her hands trail a path down the curve of your lower back, fingers dipping low until they find the supple flesh of your behind. you let out a muffled hum against her mouth as she gives you a firm, playful tap—that familiar, wordless signal.
without hesitation, you coil your muscles and spring upward, wrapping your legs tightly around her waist as she catches you. her strength is immediate, her arms locking beneath you to hold your weight as you deepen the kiss, the height difference disappearing as you're pinned firmly between her body and the wall.
"i don't want to think about anything else but you. for the rest of the night... it's just us. no cameras, no phones. just us."
she begins to move, her steps heavy and purposeful as she carries you deeper into the apartment, her eyes never leaving yours, as if she's terrified that if she blinks you might vanish.
"maybe a phone camera," you playfully quirk with a heavy smirk, your fingers still tangled in the short hairs at the base of her neck.
inde doesn't miss a beat. she carries you down the hall with that solid, effortless strength, your back hitting the bedroom door with a light, hollow thud as she uses your frame to push it open. with a swift flick of her heel, the door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the rest of the world.
she drops you onto the mattress with a care that contrasts the heat in her eyes, leaning over you just long enough to press one last, bruising kiss into the sensitive skin of your throat. when she pulls away, the absence of her weight leaves you sad for only a second before she steps right into the apex of your thighs.
you lie back against the pillows, your head tilting slightly to the side with the curious gaze of a dog, but the smile that spreads across your lips is pure hyena like.
you watch her with that fierce grin as her hands go to the hem of her top. her movements slow down deliberately under your intense scrutiny, peeling the fabric up and casting it to the floor. then, her fingers hook into the waistband of her skirt, sliding it down her hips inch by inch, her eyes never leaving yours as she strips away the last barrier between you.
inde crawls onto the bed, her movements fluid while moving over you until she is hovering just inches above your face. the heat radiating from her body is intoxicating. so muchh so, that it seems to pull you toward her.
"you like watching, don't you?" she whispers, her voice low that seems to shake in your bones. she leans down, her long dark hair falling like a silken curtain around your faces.
she reaches down, her hands sliding up your thighs, her touch firm and possessive as she anchors you to the mattress. her eyes, dark and full with an intensity that could burn, lock onto yours.
"if you want to watch... i want you to see exactly how much you drive me crazy."
she descends, her lips finding yours in a kiss that is slow and deep, her body pressing into yours until you can feel the synchronized thudding of your hearts against one another.
inde’s lips are a warm, deliberate trail against your skin, tracing the sharp line of your jaw before her hands find the hem of your sleep shirt. she slides the soft fabric up, bunching it above your breasts to expose you to the cool air of the room.
she works her way downward with a slowness. every press of her lips is a deliberate tease, moving past your ribs to press a lingering kiss against your navel, then down the smooth plane of your stomach. you catch your breath as she circles back, her tongue swirling in a damp path right against the edge of your tan line and around your belly button, making your abdominal muscles twitch in response.
just as you think she's going to keep descending, inde shifts her weight. she rises over you, her dark eyes locking onto yours as she settles directly over the left side of your chest, her lips hovering over the small pebble of your nipple. letting the anticipation build.
and for the rest of the night as well as the quiet hours of the morning, that room became your entire world.
you expressed your love in ways that were both delicate and explicitly raw, walking a thin line between the two. one moment would be a slow, breathless tangle of limbs and whispered promises, and the next would shift into something fierce and demanding—a desperate need to consume and be consumed. every touch was a deliberate peeling away of whatever walls you had left until there was nothing hidden between you.
by the time the first pale rays of sunlight began to filter through the blinds, the heat had settled into a heavy, peaceful exhaustion. you both lay tangled in the damp sheets, completely given up for one another. your heartbeats finally slowing into a shared, quiet rhythm that felt true and pure.
Can someone please for the love of anything and everything write a fanfiction here or Wattpad about Inde Navarrette or Sarah Cushing? LONG FORM PEOPLE. I swear there are none. And AI has not caught my drift. I know there are people who share the same wave length about this. CAUSE LIKE HELLO?!
Sarah being tied up and naked, legs tied open, and a shell of herself, is what Freaky Nikki believes what Bear likes because he is using Nikki without her consent/ she isn’t there.
Nikki threatens to shoot herself in the vagina and actually pulls it out of there and limps. Because he cares about having sex with her, not her as a human being. It also emphasizes that the demon associates her vagina with violence bc of Bear’s SA on nikki
