hello all!!! call me bunny!! ima black agender aromantic lesbian artist!! 🎀🪩🐰
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My main asthetic is all things bimbo butch and all things lesbian ofc as well as kinks the ones I allow here anyways. I'll also be more open abt being a pillow princess subby bc I can and u can suck it
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brat tamer!abby doesn’t tolerate nonsense. by default, she likes you best when you’re being the good girl she knows you to be, so she runs a strict program in order to keep you that way — and should you step out of line, she’ll handle it easily. with all that height and all those muscles, she knows exactly why you struggle to look her in the eye when you act out; her dominance is not a mere idea, it's a physical presence that you find hard to resist. abby is pure intimidation.
but she's a softie through and through, she really is, so she always gives you more than enough chances to correct yourself before the consequences of your behaviour turn from just a small risk to flat out danger. abby makes one thing clear, and it's that it's not really up to her whether or not you submit — it will always happen, and it's up to you how easy you'd like the process to be.
it works in her favour anyway, because it won't take much more than a warning for you to comply. rarely does abby need to say more than a soft, "careful." or "uh oh, i don't think that was what you meant, was it?" to get you fawning and apologising profusely for whatever disobedient remark you made.
she's no saint, and she does not hold much patience. but she knows what she's doing. abby will escalate in order to de-escalate; when the rare event of you refusing to back down after her initial warning takes place, she'll smack your backside or yank you into her personal space by the wrist just to ask what you think you're doing. that's what works. when you seem numb to the voice and presence alone, she gives you a little something more, she gets her strength involved. because she knows why you keep trying to test her.
it's like an addiction you can't beat, the adrenaline rush and the sudden deep submission you sink into when put back into the right place. she knows you are a sick girl with an addiction to her discipline, and she embraces it.
to be fair, she may find a little bit of guilty pleasure in it too. your eyes grow so wide, you fall into place at her side like nothing ever happened. and then you coo happily at her praising you, because just as she knew it to be true, you are so good for her. she's just got to keep training the attitude out of you 'n you'll be good as gold <3
SYNOPSIS: Abby is obsessed with you, the pretty dog trainer that spends most of her time in the kennels and listening to audio books. She knows there's something special about you, but she didn't know how special... Why did no one tell her from the beginning?
WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, blood and gore, stitches, Soft!Abby, assertive!reader, honestly pretty tame
A/N: There will be another part to this! Next will be NSFW but enjoy some pining for now! I had this idea years ago and I just now found the motivation to finish it! ENJOY!
Everyone knew who you were at the WLF stadium. New recruits were almost unheard of and to say everybody was suspicious of you was a gross understatement. No one truly knew how long you had been here, but now that you were just starting to make yourself known, everyone thought you were fresh blood. Whispers circled around the base like wildfire and the scrutiny you faced on a daily basis was debilitating. However, you stood strong against adversary and blocked out the rumors of how you got here and why Issac let you in.
You didn’t speak to anybody, and in turn, hardly anyone spoke to you except to swear when you got in the way, or when you simply worked in your section of the stadium. You were not a soldier and weren’t meant for field work, so when Issac offered you a chance to work in the walls, with the dogs, you jumped at the opportunity.
Of course, even in the pens, you weren’t safe from the ugly words of the soldiers that came by to sign out their designated canines for patrol routes. And on this particular day, you were working with one of your favorite dogs, a sweet German shepherd named Alice.
Alice belonged to a very particular crew that had grown attached to her loyalty and smarts, just as much as you had. You were going through basic commands with the canine, the bag of treats on your hip as you directed her into a sitting position and then commanded her to stand.
You knew you had an audience, but you ignored it as you gave Alice one of the small biscuits and then crouched down, snapping your fingers and commanding “front”. The canine immediately jumped into action, sliding between your legs and standing strong while looking up at you. The brush of the dog against your legs made you smile as you offered another biscuit and gently scratched behind her ears.
“Aww, good girl! Look, you are so smart!” You praised, Alice drinking it up happily as she rolled over and showed her belly to you for rubs, You scratched at her chest and ruffled the fur on her neck before hearing the gate unlock behind you.
“Hola, señorita,” You heard that Spanish accent behind you and immediately stood up slightly straighter, stepping to the side and telling Alice to heel next to you. “Is she ready for work?”
“Make sure not to overwork her, Manny,” You stated plainly, almost with no feeling. “She’s still recovering and needs a short route to be one hundred percent.”
“Aye, lo siento,” Manny apologized with genuine sincerity. “As I’ve stated before, it was an accident that I have paid for—”
“Letting her get into your half-closed liquor is not something to be taken lightly,” You snapped. Alice noticed your tone and immediately lay down on her belly, panting in the slight heat but to also show uneasiness. “I’ve treated lots of illnesses in these canines, but never alcohol poisoning.”
“Don’t worry about Alice,” Another voice piped up and you directed your attention in the area it sounded from. “I’ll make sure she’s safe today. She won’t be alone with him for a second.”
The tone and deep rumble of the woman made you relax, and you gave a click of your tongue towards Alice. The canine responded and stood up, running to the woman across the pen that was Manny’s patrol partner. “Thank you, miss Anderson.”
“Of course, thank you Abby,” Manny jeered. No doubt that he was rolling his eyes at the tone shift from you and you smiled ever so slightly before turning back around and going about your day like nothing happened. Hard to go on when your favorite soldier stopped by and made your heart flutter in your chest… But there’s no way she thought of you outside the pens. Why would she? What would she want with the blind dog trainer?
By the time the group returned, Abby had noticed you weren’t in the pens. Which was odd because you worked the longest hours, even longer than her sometimes. Confusion was written on her features as she returned Alice to the kennels and looked around behind the person at the sign-out counter.
“Lookin’ for something?” The girl at the front inquired. When Abby said your name, the girl sighed and rubbed at her temple. “She broke up a fight about an hour ago… She’s in the infirmary gettin’ stitches.”
“Shit, is it bad?” Abby said with far too much worry in her voice for comfort. When the woman shrugged as if she didn’t know or care, Abby scoffed and left the area. There was something that grated on her nerves about the entire situation, and the worry that set in was a new kind of irritation. Why did she care about you so much? She’s spoken to you maybe seven times the entire time you had shown up in the last 2 months?
Well, in lamest terms, Abby couldn’t help but be slightly infatuated with you… You had a way with animals that she had never seen before. Your kindness for all the living creatures in the stadium always went above and beyond for what she was used to. And you seemed like you knew animals better than other people. You were cold and distant with humans, but warm and friendly to the dogs in the kennels.
It also didn’t help that Abby thought you were hot. You weren’t muscular like she was, or skinny and lean like most of the women at the stadium. Abby noticed that you carried more weight than others, but it wasn’t in a bad way. Especially when she caught herself staring at your tits when you wore low cut shirts and noticed streaks of dirt on your cleavage from the dogs that always jumped on you.
You were Abby’s type, through and through. Thick thighs, soft tummy, squishy breasts, everything she drooled about on her own time and when alone. And now she was left with the dilemma of deciding to go to the mess hall with her team, or visit the infirmary and check on you…
Fuck the team. Abby couldn’t live with the worry that was eating her brain.
“You may want to look away for this,” The medic stated, making you give them an expression of utter disbelief at the choice of words. “I am so sorry, it was a force of habit—”
“Do you want me to turn my head? Would that freak you out less?” You teased the woman that chuckled nervously and slowly pushed the needle into the bite marks on your arm and injected the numbing agent. You felt blood pool onto the table and seep into the sterile towels under your arm. Across your forearm sat large, jagged puncture wounds in the shape of canine teeth.
One of the newer dogs got anxious when she heard a whistle and went into attack mode almost instantly. She snapped at one of the older canines that was lying around in the pen and when you heard the commotion, instinct took over. However, the older canine was immediately jumping offensive and sunk his teeth into your forearm. And the second he realized his mistake; he released and flopped down onto his belly like he was afraid of you reacting negatively.
You had no ill will towards the dog and immediately dragged the young female back inside away from the old male and took yourself to the infirmary with your shirt wrapped around your arm to stop the bleeding as best you could.
The stitches weren’t hard to endure. You had so many over the years that you could handle stitches better than almost anything. Even popping your shoulder into place hurts more than the needles. But you’d never get used to the way your flesh was pulled together. The numbing agent couldn’t stop the odd tugging sensation you felt when the thread was knotted.
You completely zoned out as she stitched up your arm, not realizing you were staring off towards the entrance and your other senses dulled for a second before you heard a familiar voice echoing in the medical unit.
“Hey, I heard you got in a fight?” Abby teased slightly. You chuckled and gave a little nod. “Jeez, well looks like you lost, huh?”
“It wasn’t a fair fight, the other guy had some massive teeth,” You joked, leaning on your other arm as you tried to relax. But now that Abby was near you, your heart began to beat a little faster and it made the bleeding in your arm slightly worse. “What are you doing here though, miss Anderson?”
“Abby, please,” When her hand gently touched your shoulder, you jumped slightly and it made Abby jump in the process, her hand flexing on your bare skin and making a shiver go down your spine. Holy fuck, her hand was calloused and warm. And it was huge… How big was she? “Was worried about you, kennel girl.”
“What a charming nickname,” You rolled your slightly clouded eyes and felt the medic tighten another stitch, making your skin crawl at the feeling. “Why worry about lil’ old me, Abby? I’m not anything special.”
“I beg to differ,” Abby took up the space next to you, watching the stitching process and noticing your fingers twitch slightly at every tug of your skin and resisted the urge to reach for your other hand in the process. “I mean, I know that stitches suck and it’s not fun to sit through so I figured I could be moral support.”
“Well, that’s nice of you,” You smiled, genuine and warm, making her stomach twist inside of her body as you stared down directly as the medic stitched up a particular gruesome puncture wound. Abby shuddered at the sound of the needle going into your flesh and gaped when you didn’t react in the slightest.
“I’m impressed your doing so well,” She said, her braid sliding off her back and down her shoulder, brushing against your arm. “I couldn’t even watch them stitch up my cut finger, let alone my whole damn arm.”
“Eh, seen nothing once, seen nothing a thousand times before.”
Abby raised a brow in confusion. “Nothing? You seeing the same bite I’m seeing?”
The laugh you let out had the medic halting her work for a second as you turned your head, but you weren’t looking into Abby’s eyes. Instead, you were looking down at where her nose was on her face, and it wasn’t until that moment that Abby noticed the slight cloud in your irises and around your pupils, along with the scarring around your eyes.
“You can’t be seriou— Abby, I’m blind,” You stated with a chuckle.
The blonde was at a complete loss for words, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at yours. Humor played on all your features as the medic finished your stitches and began to wipe the blood off your skin, meticulously wrapping your arm with rolled gauze. And the entire time, you didn’t turn your head once. Abby suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
“You— You can’t see anything?”
You shrugged slightly, rolling your shoulder. “Some shapes, and colors usually. But beyond that, nothing. Never seen what you look like, never seen what Manny looks like, I only know what the dogs look like because I work with them all day and I become familiar with their faces through touch. It’s how we desensitize them.”
“So, you recognize through touch?” Abby said softly as she could see your fingers twitching. Very cautiously, she reached for your wrist on your uninjured arm and spread out your fingers. “You can see, or feel, what I look like?”
“…May I?” You asked softly. Abby responded by gently placing your hand on her chest and you inhaled sharply, fingers tensing up as you slid your hand up slowly across her body. It rubbed along her shoulder and then down her bicep where you almost whined at the muscle under your touch. Solid, strong, and wide. Like a fucking python under your grasp.
Your hand slid up over her shoulder again, across her neck, and to her jaw where Abby shuddered at your touch to her face, leaning against your touch and closing her eyes. Fingertips traced along her cheekbone and down her nose. You paused at the bump on the bridge of her nose before sliding up and tracing a small scar on her face and then between her eyebrows. When you reached her hairline, Abby gripped at the edge of the medical cot, feeling your touch go down her scalp and grasp the braid in your hand all the way to the end of the meticulously weaved hair.
Abby was in almost trance and when you spoke, she resisted the urge to whine. “I was right. You are attractive.”
It was like a record skipped inside of her head. The blonde paused, not saying anything for many seconds, before she responded with a very dumb sounding “Huh?”
Almost instantly, your hands pulled away from her face, and you chuckled nervously, turning away to try and hide the way your face was heating up. Even if you couldn’t see it, you knew Abby could and you wouldn’t ever live it down.
“W-Well, I uhm,” You jumped from the bench, your hip connecting with the medical tool cart and knocking the instruments to the floor. The crashing sound echoed in the tent, and you flinched, scratching the back of your neck to try and calm your racing heart. “T-Thank you for the company, Abby. I should uhm… I should head back to my room, rest my arm, you know? Uh, bye! Thanks for stitching me up, Heather!”
You waved at the medic before practically racing out of the room, your knee coming in contact with the tent post in the process. Abby winced at the echo of your bone hitting the solid metal and watched you limp away into the distance.
“Did everyone know that she was blind except me?” Abby looked at Heather, who hesitated to respond for a second. “I mean, she doesn’t act like it! H-How was I supposed to know?”
“You’re wondering ‘how has she stayed alive this long’ aren’t you?” Heather said to Abby. When the blond didn’t respond, the medic continued. “She’s more competent than you think.”
Abby’s thoughts wandered to how you were so capable in the kennels and how you gave those commands so fluidly. The way you snapped your fingers, the concise clicks and whistles, and with just simple sounds and commands, you trained some of the best dogs in the WLF. Bear was a flight risk until you got ahold of him and within five months, he was the best patrol canine anyone ever saw.
You were far more capable than people gave you credit for, and Abby felt shitty for thinking you struggled just because you were blind. If anything, you were more capable than half the recruits that had perfect vision.
The thoughts plagued her for days after she came to this newfound knowledge of you. She suddenly became aware that you were part of her morning routine more than she realized. She saw you passing on the other side of the hall, looking slightly down at the floor and mumbling something to yourself as you held what looked like a clicking device in your hands.
Abby caught you in the gym, watching you do cardio on the treadmill or the elliptical, attempting not to stare at your chest for too long whenever you would start to speed up on the machine. She saw you in the mess hall, sitting alone and wearing over-the-ear headphones with a tape player connected to it.
Her curiosity got the better of her as she lingered by your table, looking down at the tape inside the device and seeing words scrawled on the cassette. “Stardust: Neil Gaiman”
Abby hadn’t expected an audiobook; you must have frequented the library like she did on many nights where she wasn’t allowed to stay in her dorm because, of course, Manny was appealing some poor woman who fell victim to his Spanish charm or whatever it was.
“You need something?” Abby jumped at your words as you took off your headphones and paused the tape.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Abby said nervously as the sound of her voice immediately made you smile more than it should have. “You seemed—Wait, how’d you know I was here?”
The snort you tried to stifle made Abby’s cheeks heat up with admiration. “I… I don’t want to say that the vibes feel off when someone is standing near me. When someone gets closer to me, I can feel it somehow. The air shifts in a way? And it makes me shiver… You know the feeling you get when you think someone is watching you?”
“All the time,” Abby sat across from you at the table, her hand reaching out slightly. When her index finger grazed the side of your hand, you redirected your face towards her and almost made eye contact.
“It’s something like that. It’s a feeling… It’s rare that I’m wrong, but sometimes I end up just talking to myself. But it’s a calculated risk?”
“I talk to myself too, it’s alright,” Abby smiled and carefully slid her fingertips across the top of your hand against your knuckles. She watched as you shuddered slightly but didn’t back away from her touch but rather leaned into it instead. “What’s your book about? I haven’t read that one before.”
“Oh! It’s about a boy in England that’s trying to win over a girl by bringing her a star,” You beamed with excitement at being able to discuss the book with someone.
“How does someone bring someone else a star?”
“So, there’s a village in England called Wall, and it’s because there’s a wall that runs along the outside of the village that leads to a magical world called Stormhold. Tristain, the main character, crosses the wall to bring back a fallen star but the fallen star is actually a woman named Yvaine…”
Abby stared at how you described the book with pure excitement, admiring your eyes widening with enthusiasm and how they gleamed in the poor fluorescent lights of the mess hall. She noticed the slight cloudiness whenever the light hit them just right, and how you spoke with your hands a lot. Every so often, your fingers graze across her arm as you basically explained the entire book to her in one sitting.
“Why would he do so much for a girl that barely notices him though?” Abby asked after you were finished explaining how an evil witch was after the star.
“Well, we do dumb things for the people we love,” You said weakly. Abby noticed how you blinked slowly, and your hand twitched near your eyes as you leaned against your hand propped on your elbow. It wasn’t until you were this close that Abby saw the scar going across the bridge of your nose and down past your left temple. “Even if they don’t even care about us in the end.”
“Well,” Abby said softly, her hand reaching out and slowly sliding her fingertips across your forearm. You looked up, almost meeting her gaze. “If you ask me, I think he belongs with the star.”
You smiled, and it lit up her entire day. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Ever since that day in the mess hall, Abby has been looking for every excuse under the fucking sun to try and spend time with you. When she wasn’t on patrol rotation or being stationed at other bases for days on end, she was going to the kennels where she would watch you train the dogs or just exist in the pens with all of the canines simply running around and enjoying their time just being dogs until they are taken out into the field.
However, you had a silly idea, and Abby would lie if she said she wasn’t nervous.
Standing in the middle of the pen with the clicker in one hand, she noticed how you simply stood on the sidelines, hands folded behind your back and smiling as a high-pitched whistle left your teeth. One of the younger dogs pranced up to you and you gave a simple command with just a hand gesture.
The canine you named “Septimus” fell back onto his haunches and gave a little bark before you offered a small piece of bacon as a reward. “Good boy, exactly… You wanna try?”
Abby chuckled nervously. “I’m not the best whistler…”
“That’s what the clicker is for,” You gestured to your own hand and snapped your fingers. Septimus barked and you made another hand gesture with a command of “JUMP!” and the German Shepherd jumped off the ground but got a little too close. His claws caught your shirt and tugged on the collar, ripping it a small amount and exposing even more of your chest than you intended to.
Abby was staring, barely registering your voice until she saw you get closer to her. “Earth to Abby…”
“O-Oh, sorry,” Abby cleared her throat, standing up a little straighter and pressing on the clicker between her fingers. The canine’s ears perked up and he barked before running up to Abby and staring at her like he expected something. Very hesitantly, she made the hand gesture you had but it had no effect on the dog this time around. “Well, he doesn’t seem too excited to listen to me.”
“It’s because you’re nervous,” You said gently. Before Abby could ask what you were getting at, you stood behind her and grabbed at her wrists from behind. The blonde inhaled sharply, feeling your warm body pressing against her own as you realigned her hands and pulled back her shoulders. “You have to make sure they know that you are in charge. You are the authority figure and your word is law… If you are hesitant, they will not follow you… Do it again, but with feeling. Power.”
Abby tried not to blush, even if you couldn’t see it. Her body was practically humming with arousal at your chest pressing right against her back and the way you spoke with sultry authority in her ear had her body burning from the inside out.
The sound of clicking had you focused on the canine where you could vaguely make out his shape and color. Abby’s body jerked forward, giving a sharp command of SIT and a soft little yip left Septimus before Abby grinned from ear to ear. “He did it! Or… was that just a coincidence?”
“Nope, that was all you Abby,” You smiled before you grabbed one side of her face and pulled her down. Without thinking, you gave the woman a little kiss to her cheek and then suddenly realized what you had done. Not quick enough to stop yourself though. “I-I’m sorry, I was just um… Uh… Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s alright,” Abby said, a hand slowly going to her cheek where your lips made contact. It felt like lightning down her spine. You created feelings from her that Abby hadn’t felt in a long time. You were so gentle and calm, but assertive with the dogs and commanded obedience with just a single hand gesture.
“Well, I suppose I should uhm…” You cleared your throat before taking a little step back, your hand pressing on the gate before sliding down the door and turning the handle. “I’m gonna go take a shower, alright? You can hang out here or you know… head out?”
It looked like you were desperately trying to escape this situation. Abby frowned as you practically bolted down the field and towards the exit. Your shoulder clipped one of the gates and you let out a loud curse before continuing back inside of the stadium.
Abby was too busy staring at you running away that feeling something wet touch her hand made her jump to the side. Septimus shoved his entire head against her thigh and licked at her fingers one more time. Abby reached into her pocket, unwrapping the deer jerky she was keeping and gave him half of the strip. “You’re lucky you’re cute, I don’t share this with anyone.”
After that day, things went on as normal. Abby continued to visit you when she could, and you offered more training tips for Alice who was becoming the model recruit with every new exercise. There was the one time before her routes where Mel attempted to check her out instead of Abby and you took more time than usual to get the canine ready. It wasn’t until Abby made herself known that you released Alice from her command and allowed her to join them.
Abby had suspicions that you weren’t a fan of Mel, but she couldn’t really prove it. But when you heard Abby’s voice? Suddenly you were all smiles and sunshine. Everybody saw the way you acted around her, and even Manny started giving you shit about it. But Abby just thought you were being friendly… Maybe she was holding back for some reason? Not crossing the line with you because of your disability—No, it wasn’t a disability. But condition felt wrong too. Special quirk?
She wasn’t sure how to address it. Or if it was even something to address. You were prone to bumping into things, but that wasn’t because you were blind. You tend to move too fast and just hit things because of your speed, which Abby thought was cute. Of course, you had loads of bruises all over because of this, many of which Abby caught sight of while you were in the gym or standing in shorts while working with the dogs.
Her mind was running a mile a minute the entire walk to the assignment board in the morning. Her breath still smelled like peppers from her breakfast, but the pine scent of her soap evened it out a little. Abby danced around the crowd around the board, and she saw her name next to the patrol route on the west side.
Everything would have been fine… but then she saw your name. On a patrol route. For the suburbs. Not with her. No, scratch that, why the fuck were you going outside?!
“Who the hell wrote this today?!” Abby immediately shouted out loud to the whole garage. Everybody flinched at her voice echoing off the walls. Someone behind the desk stepped forward, and she recognized him as Miles. Arrogant asshole that thinks the workers inside the wall have it easy. And he may be entitled to his thoughts because he was missing his ring finger after one patrol last year, but what the fuck was he thinking?
“There a problem, Anderson?” Miles stated in that stupid jersey accent she hated.
“Yeah, you’re damn right there is,” Abby pointed to your name on the list. “She should not be going outside the stadium. She is not a soldier; she is a trainer!”
“So?” Miles rolled his eyes, pulling the list away from her hands. “It’s high time she learned what it’s like out there.”
“Oh, so you’re okay with sending out someone to fuckin’ die?” Abby snapped. “She’s fucking blind, Miles! She will be torn to pieces by infected in seconds!”
“Clickers are blind,” He said flatly. “They manage to stay alive out there.”
Abby wanted to strangle him. “Yeah, because they use echolocation to see! I don’t see her making any fucking whale calls to see the walls!”
Miles didn’t seem to care about what Abby was saying as he simply walked away to where he was sitting before kicking his foot up and cleaning the rifle by the desk. Abby clearly hadn’t finished tearing into him, but for the sake of time, she needed to fix things, fast.
“Look, you want her out? Just… just put her with me on the west side.”
Miles stopped. “You want me to change the routes, now?”
“Yes, fuckwit, I want you to change the routes, now.”
“These routes have already been approved with the outside and with Issac. You want me to change everything for some useless blind—”
Abby slammed her fist against the side of the wall, and the reverberation made Miles finally shut his mouth. There was murder in her eyes, and he could see her hand twitching, seconds from grabbing her pistol and holding the man at gunpoint to change his mind. Abby spoke through clenched teeth. “Put her. On my route. Now.”
Miles quickly scribbled all over the paper before putting the list back on the countertop. Mel was now going to the suburbs, and you were going to the west side. Good, this way Abby could protect you if something went wrong.
“You’re willing to risk your golden spot with Issac to protect some blind chick?” Miles mumbled. His tone was something that Abby did not like. “We can always find another fuckin’ trainer.”
Oh… Oh, that’s what this was. Miles was trying to get you killed on purpose. All of this shit must have been his idea from the start. He planned to send you out with fucking Ingrid and Charlotte, who were just as useless as he was, in the worst area for Scar activity, in hopes that the entire team would be wiped out and he could start training the new recruits early.
Abby wanted to string him up by his damn toes in the courtyard… But she had bigger fish to fry now. You needed to be prepared, and Abby wasn’t about to let you wander into a hive of clickers and Scars and fuck only knows what else.
Without even waiting for Manny to get to the garage, Abby was sprinting over to the courtyard, racing down the hallways and trying to get to the pens before you went with the wrong team. Of course, focused on getting there, Abby turned a corner and immediately slammed headfirst into somebody, knocking them to the floor underneath her.
Abby inhaled, attempting to catch her breath until she realized she recognized the smell of who was under her. And became painfully aware that she had her face right where she’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Abby looked up from your tits to look at your face. You had a painful expression, probably from hitting the ground too hard, and your hands went to her shoulders before she felt you trace a scar across her shoulder.
“Abby?” You slowly sat up from the concrete ground, rubbing at the back of your head and letting out a painful sigh. “Jeez, where’s the fire?”
“Huh?” Abby said, clearly still reeling from her run in and staring at your chest for far longer than she probably should have. Lucky for her, you would never notice that she was staring. You were warm as hell, and she was addicted to your smell… like a fucking dog. You smelled like rain, cinnamon, and fresh trimmed timber. Earthy, and warm.
“You were running so fast, you nearly ran right through me,” You said with a little smile. “They want me at the garage, so if you need me, I’ll be—”
“Oh no, wait!” Abby reached for your arm. “I just came from there! You uh… you’re going on patrol today!”
An emotion flashed over your face that didn’t truly reach your eyes. “Oh, okay. Uh… do you know who I’m with? I can’t exactly read the assignment list so I—”
“You’re with me,” Abby said, delight traced in her tone. A warm smile broke through on your face as you reached for her forearm and gently traced one of the veins in the crease of her elbow. “A-And Manny, if you can handle him.”
“I can handle anything, Abby,” You smiled before walking past her, your hip connecting with hers. You didn’t apologize this time around, so Abby could only assume that the bump was deliberate. Oh, you’re messing with her…
Abby watched you walk away, staring at you and groaning under her breath. “Fuck me…”
As soon as you two entered the garage, Abby led you towards the gun lockers and she signed out her usual rifle with steady hands. When they handed it over, you reached out and ran your fingers across the barrel.
“Okay, this is the one I usually check out, MOLOT-VEPR 308 with a 3-lug rotating bolt and semi-auto trigger. It’s not heavy-duty but it definitely works against hordes of infected at long range,” Abby reached for your hand and offered the rifle to you. Very slowly, you ran your fingers over the stock of the rifle before your index finger traced along the magazine and you ejected it from the gun. “Huh, how’d you—”
“I’m familiar with these models,” You said before pushing the magazine back in and handing it off to the blonde. “I prefer a shotgun myself.”
“Why’s that?” Abby motioned to the wall of shotguns, and they returned with a Remington 870. She handed it to you, and you immediately locked in, picking up the shells off the counter and loading the barrel to max capacity.
“Shotguns don’t need a ton of accuracy when there’s widespread. At close range, any shot is lethal,” You slung the weapon over your shoulder and smiled before accepting the pistol on the table and clicking on the safety. “I’ve got this, used to do this all the time.”
“You did?” Abby stared as you ran towards the truck without a second thought. For some reason, that never crossed her mind… There must have been a time when you weren’t always blind. The scars around your eyes showed an injury occurred to cause this, but Abby never asked about it.
Maybe she should have?
It was all in her head even after she jumped into the truck with you in the back. Manny asked if you wanted to sit in front with him, but you wanted to stay with Abby. It was a risk, you being exposed and not having any cover if they got ambushed… but Abby was confident she could protect you.
Things seemed to be going smoothly for the time being. A quick drive through the west side, catching two stragglers by the old hotel, but it was nothing Abby couldn’t handle while they were still in motion.
The path was fairly straightforward, but when Manny stopped the car by the train station, he could hear whistles in the distance. The Scars were too close to their base… Abby pulled on the bolt to her rifle and jumped out of the truck. You immediately went to follow, taking very cautious and careful steps right behind her.
“Manny, stay here and keep the truck running,” Abby said sternly.
“Aye aye, amiga,” Manny gave a little salute, reaching for his own pistol in case of an ambush. But the whistles sounded like they were looking for something in the distance and were too distracted to hear the car running off the side of the road.
You followed right behind Abby seamlessly, like you knew exactly what you were doing even if you hadn’t been out in the field for years. Cautious steps traced right behind her as she searched the area. You could smell something like a fire, and… fresh blood? The copper scent hit your nose, and you grabbed Abby’s arm. “There’s a fresh body nearby.”
A pause before Abby sighed. “I see it, looks like a group of runners… They’re wearing wolf patches though.”
Your nose wrinkled. “Must be infected nearby then. The Scars could have drawn them in with all their whistling.”
“Makes sense to me,” Abby slid the rifle over her chest and made sure you stayed close to her as both of you approached the open building on the left. A motel for the train station, most likely. The smell hit you with full force and you made a noise of disgust at the molding smell flooding all your senses.
“Jesus, the fuck is that?” You said through hushed tones, trying not to alert anybody nearby.
Abby chuckled. “Rain seeped into the wood… the whole place is rotting.”
“Okay well, maybe there’s supplies still in here?” You slowly stepped away from Abby, moving through the motel lobby towards the stairs. “It’s worth a shot, right—”
“Wait, stop!” Abby attempted to pull you back, but she couldn’t reach you in time. The sound of cracking echoed off the walls and the shriek that left you was loud enough to scare birds away from the trees outside. The rotted floor caved underneath you and in seconds you went from standing to falling into the basement of the motel. “Ohmygod! Are you okay?!”
Abby slid on her knees to the hole in the floor and looked down to see you holding your leg with both hands, trying not to sob with pain. You spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m alive… But… I think my leg’s broken…”
The blonde huffed and looked around, trying to find a way to get down to you. “Just stay there, okay? I’ll get you out.”
“Okay, just be—” You stopped abruptly at hearing shuffling in the darkness. Abby noticed how your entire demeanor changed as you reached for the shotgun on your back, holding the stock to your shoulder and staring at the ground. “Be quiet…”
Abby didn’t even breathe. She watched as you quite literally focused your senses, closing your eyes and tilting your head towards little sounds and shrieks that you could faintly hear in whatever was hiding within the basement. There weren’t any spores, which meant no clickers or shamblers, but probably something far worse was waiting in the dark.
You waited with expert patience, and before Abby even knew what was happening, you were rolling over on your stomach and firing the shotgun in the dark. The sound of the buckshot exploding against flesh and bone echoed in the basement, blood spraying across your face and onto the floor as you hissed and slowly turned back over, pumping the shotgun and firing another shot. A stalker fell down next to your body, but before you could pump the gun one more time, a stalker jumped on top of you, snarling and shrieking near your face.
Abby didn’t hesitate. Her fear of heights went out the window as she jumped down into the basement, her boots landing on the stalker’s corpse as she slammed her massive boot against the creature’s side. The stalker rolled off of you, snarling as you pumped the shotgun and fired the last slugger, blood and brain spraying in every direction.
You huffed, falling backwards on the ground and closing your glassy eyes. “Okay, that was it…”
“You clean?” Abby immediately began checking you over, wiping the blood off your face and looking over every inch of exposed skin she could see. No bites, but a lot of cuts covered your shoulder and cheek. “Okay, don’t see anything… Damn, you have good hearing.”
A laugh rang from your throat as you slowly sat up from the ground. “Well, you gotta adapt, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so…” Abby looked down at your leg and even just seeing it, she could tell it was fucked up. You attempted to move again but Abby shook her head aggressively to try and keep you in place. But then remembered and physically stopped you. “Wait, don’t move. You’ll make it worse.”
“Fucking hell,” You cursed. “H-how are we gonna get out of here?”
“No idea,” Abby looked up from where they fell and frowned. “We’re too far away to get Manny’s attention… and the sun’s gonna go down soon, shit.”
“You sayin’ we’re stuck here?” The panic in your voice reached the soldier and she knew that without proper medical care, your leg would be next to fucking useless. Both of you needed to find a way out of the basement, now.
“Stay here, okay?” Abby said. “I’m gonna try and find a way out of here.”
Abby slowly helped you wiggle over to the wall so you could rest against the surface. Very carefully, she pushed your hair away from your face and even if you didn’t see it, she smiled down at you before looking around in the basement for an easy out towards the street.
It took way too much focus to stretch out your broken leg, attempting to relieve the pressure but just causing yourself even more pain in the process. You cried out loud, covering your mouth with both hands if only to not show Abby how much anguish you were feeling. A fresh set of sores and bruises on your back, your leg probably in a cast for weeks… You had no business being out in the field again. Not after the accident.
Your fingers traced the scarring near your eyes, and you sighed, head thumping against the wall behind you. Abby noticed your sudden silence and decided any conversation was better than no conversation at that moment.
“So…” She turned on her flashlight to look for some kind of exit. Water dripped from upstairs and the smell was nearly killing her. “Have you ever been out in the field before? You’re pretty handy with the shotgun…”
You chuckled dryly. “Before the accident, I was a pretty damn good sharpshooter… Could hit a clicker from a thousand kilometers away.”
“Damn… Bet you were a killer lookout,” Abby smiled as she pulled some vines away from what looked like a way out of the basement. The door was slightly rusted, but it was definitely an exit. Abby looked for a crowbar. “So… what happened?”
The blonde noticed your hesitation, turning around to see you leaning forward and rubbing at your eyes. “Sorry, we don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to—”
“There’s a reason we torture the Scars, Abby,” You frowned a little, rubbing the bridge of your nose between your eyes and shivering at the memory. “When Issac found me… The damage had already been done.”
“Damage?”
“This was before the treaty was signed… Issac found me before they could gut me by the bridges. Most of what happened is fuzzy, but I remember them saying that bullshit of “let her see the truth” and then…”
Abby stopped pulling on the vines. “The Scars blinded you?”
“With a mix of toxic chemicals,” You sighed, gently tugging on your hair and trying to ignore the throbbing in your leg. “Never figured out what it was… only that it caused permanent damage to my retinas. That was over seven years ago.”
“That was before I joined the WLF,” Abby frowned, looking around in the dark before her sights were set on… what are the odds, a literal crowbar. She tapped the metal against the rusted door before jamming the teeth between the frame and the wall. “I knew it was bad before but… Jesus, I guess I never realized how bad.”
“And ever since then, Miles has been fucking itching to send me out,” The sound of the door snapping away from the wall had you flinching. “I know what he’s trying to do… I’m dead weight. Any recruit that can’t be a soldier is wasted space.”
“But if Issac knows what happened to you, why would he let you leave the stadium?”
You laughed, but it was humorless. “Issac didn’t sign off on anything today, Abby. Miles put down my name and lied about the direct order. He wants me gone, and he’s willing to disobey orders to do it… But he fucked up pairing me with you. You’ve got a record; no one has ever died in your squad…”
Abby sighed, tossing the crowbar aside and slowly approaching where you were. “He had you with Ingrid and Charlotte… I forced him to put you with me.”
Before you could question why, Abby was tucking her arms under your legs and lifting you off the concrete into her arms. A little yelp left your throat as you grabbed at the back of her neck and tried not to tear up from the pain in your leg. “Huh...?”
“I saw right through his shit,” Abby stated, slowly making her way up the stairs and back inside of the main motel room. Hopefully it would be easy to get back to the truck, she didn’t want to have to run with you in her arms. “I knew you would have better odds with me than with them.”
“I see… Oh no wait, no I don’t,” You smiled, hoping she got the joke. Abby just smirked, giving a little breathless laugh before heading through the clearing towards where the truck was still running. Manny jumped from the driver’s seat almost immediately at the sight of the both of you, specifically you covered in blood and with your foot bent at a weird angle.
“What happened?! You were gone for forty minutes!”
“Well, turns out,” You flinched as Abby carefully put you down in the truck bed, climbing in behind you and pulling you back until your back was pressed into her chest. It took all of your self-control not to literally moan at the contact. “Old floors can collapse on you.”
“We gotta pack it in, her leg’s broken,” Abby said, feeling your heartbeat as she gently wiped away some of the blood on your neck and across the pulse in your throat. Manny immediately began driving back to the stadium and taking extra care not to run over anything to cause you further pain than you were already feeling. Abby noticed how relaxed you were while even in agony and she rested her chin on your head. “You keep getting hurt, kennel girl.”
You smiled, your fingers threading with hers. “Sorry, babe… I’m accident prone.”
Abby bit her lip. She really liked it when you called her that… This big, fat crush on you was going to cause her nothing but problems, she could just tell.
Stalker!Vi x Fem!Reader
Summary Vi and you were an inseparable duo throughout middle school to high school, not a good one though. The two of you would get into fights, sneak out of school to do mindless things, and many other things that don't benefit any of y'all. During your sophomore year, something inside of you changed. You don't know what, but you just decided to be a good person to society. Not Vi, though, in fact, she seemed to get worse after Vander's death; she got arrested, and that was the last you saw of her. And she vowed to take her revenge
Tags Stalker, Kidnapping, Violence, Shameless smut, Modern era, Slight angst
Word count 3.9k
You slacked onto the countertop with your attention wrapped around your hands as you waited for your shifts to end. Usually, the Last Drop is bustling with people, but not tonight. Especially when there's a new club right down the street with its grand opening and offers of shots for half the price of this place. Occasionally, you glanced up at the very few people scattered across the bar for any orders, but most of them were already too intoxicated to even breathe properly, let alone gather the air to speak. Not that you mind or anything, just means you get to do whatever you want as long as you stay behind the counter, since you get paid by the hour.
Ding Ding, the wind chimes knocked against each other to welcome the guest.
You twisted the chair beneath you, the chair you stole from your boss's office, and welcomed the guest. "Welcome to the Last Drop, how can I help you?" Your eyes were still focused on the bar on your phone, your fingers working their way around to punch in the words to message back the groupchat of you, Powder, Ekko, and some mutual friends about your schedule so all of you could finally finish the two-week project you've all been working on.
"The usual." A deep woman's voice spoke out and sat down right in front of you. A mixture of smoke left from the cigar and oil stained your nostrils.
Your brain automatically recognizes that scent. You placed your phone down in front of her. "If it isn't THE Sevika." You chuckled and turned your back toward her as you got started working on her drink. Your hands reached for Vodka, coffee liqueur, and soda water, pouring the exact amount Sevika liked. And before she knows it, the famous Mind Eraser lands within her reach.
"Thought you wouldn't come tonight since that new club opened down the street." You rested your chest against the glass counter, showcasing your beautiful cleavage for her to enjoy. A trick to always get you a better tip from her and all the customers.
She takes a sip of the shot, hissing through her teeth as it burns its way down her throat, her eyes never leaving you. "What can I say, sweetheart, I'm loyal once I've settled down."
You tilted your head, blinking your best doe eyes at her. Acting all fucking innocent like you don't know what she's talking about. "Loyal to what? This garbage bar that only middle-aged men come here to flirt with the cute bartender?"
Her eyes darkened at your sarcasm, but she tore a smile anyway. "You just have things handed to you on a pedestal, don't ya?" She took another sip, this time completing it all, leaving the small glass cup empty except for the ice. "To you." The last two words sounded too dark and possessive to be a joke.
Knowing not to push her buttons too much, you grinned. "The Sevika is loyal to a bartender?" You chuckled. "Why is that so hard to believe?"
"Perhaps you've had bad experiences with women." She shrugged casually while tapping on the glass for another shot.
"I've never really been with a woman all my life, though." You turned around to make her another round. "A few men I've broken hearts since they can't fulfill my needs." You slid the new drink across to her.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Sevika chugged half of the alcohol down her, a few drops leaking from the corner of her mouth and trailed down to her throat. "Then perhaps you needed a woman, someone who understands the female anatomy more than any average loser male you'll ever date?"
"What are you suggesting?" You made the first bold move by leaning forward and fluttering your lashes at her.
"Careful, baby, I'm not a type to share what's mine."
You let out a scoffing laugh. "What? You think I'm a slut that just sleeps around with everyone she sees?"
"No, I know you're the type of woman to seduce people with your pretty tits." Her large fingers brushed against the softness of your boobs. "I don't share, not even the view."
You bit the corner of your bottom lip when you felt her finger on you. "What time is it?"
She glanced at the clock behind you. "11:52."
"Could you handle eight minutes of self-control until my shift ends?"
"Bold aren't we?" She laughed villainously. "If I could control months of your flirtation, I'm pretty certain I'm good here."
She reached out to squeeze your tits but you slapped her hand away. "Ah-ah, eight minutes." You reminded her.
She retrieved her hand. "Such a fucking tease." She pushed herself away from you slightly. "You're going to regret this the second you're off this property."
You just rolled your eyes and turned around to clean up the mess, which was barely, while Sevika stared you down. Though you couldn't see it, you could just feel her sharp eyes on you. Hungry, like the predator just found their prey after days of starvation. The wind chimes rang again behind you, but you didn't turn around to welcome them the way you did with Sevika. It's probably a customer who has left by now, since outside, a schedule in neon lights for The Last Drop is hung.
"Give me another shot, would ya, baby?" Sevika called out behind you, her voice clear as day.
"It's closing time, BABY." You mocked while drying a glass with a silk handkerchief. "If you weren't Sevika, I wouldn't even serve you ONE drink."
"Whatever." She stood up from her seat and threw her leather jacket over her shoulder. "Meet you by the alleyway." And with that, she left the Last Drop.
After placing everything back in its place and wiping down all the dirty tables, you're done with your shift. Finally. Been one hell of a slow night. Just as you were about to leave the bar to meet with Sevika, your hand subconsciously reached into your pockets for your phone. Nothing. Only your AirPods. You freeze in place, your right foot mid-step in the air as you try to recall where your phone possibly could be. You can't already afford your rent; in what world could you afford a new phone? Your hands searched all over your body as you looked around the bar to remember.
The counter, where you rested your phone in front of Sevika. But it isn't there, you were sure of it. You wiped the surface from top and down, plus, from where you stood, your view was directed to the bar and underneath the dimly lit lightbulb that's supposed to create a low and mysterious atmosphere, there were absolutely no objects on it.
With a shrug of a shoulder, you didn't overthink it opened the door. Sevika must've taken it to lure me into her trap. The exact trap you are falling for. Why miss out on a fun time, right?
Clink. The door locked after the twist of your keys, which is also reflected in the bright neon colors from the clubs down the street. The colors inflame your pupils with stings, yet you couldn't help but be attracted like a moth to the fire. Maybe you and Sevika could go experience together once you guys settle down after this...hopefully?
Your heels hit the ground with a satisfying-doug-as you checked out every alley nearby. Scratch that, you searched the alleyways you hoped she stayed, the ones that are less dangerous and aren't invested with either drug addicts or rodents, or both. But remember, this is Sevika you're thinking about. In what mad world would she prefer a safe environment? The riskier the steamier.
After, like, searching for two minutes, you let out a sigh and walked down the very end of the street. You swear you'll get kidnapped one day when a shadow appears out of these many shady, shadowed lanes and never see the day of light again. Woah, perhaps that's not the best thing to think about when you're walking by these?
Between a drug store and a deli lies an alley, the wall was painted with graffiti from those 'street gangs', knowing you used to do these as well with...Vi. Not that it matters anymore, it's years ago, you've changed.
"Took you long enough." She blew out the smoke from the cigar into the air. Something about her...something about her posture and body language that SCREAMS domination and confidence just makes the back of your knees fold.
"You know how I feel about-UGH-you're so frustrating! There are so many other places!" You grunted but faded away into the alley.
Mmh Sevika chuckled bluntly.
Just before you could rebut, a gentle squeak sends all signals in your brain to run. You could feel something hairy brushing against your ankles. "Oh my god!" You yelped backwards, almost tripping over your heels. "A rat! A fucking rat just touched me! I'm going to get rabies!"
"You're so dramatic." She groaned, pushing herself off the walls. She lit the void with her lighter, illuminating enough light to life between the two of you. "Come on, I have work tomorrow." Bobbing her head to welcome you inside like this was her home.
You hesitated, gasping as you tried to find the words to protest. Your mind pulled your body back from the potential danger and diseases carried the weight of the situation, yet your feet stepped forward, slow and reluctant though. Despite your slow speed, you followed deeper in. By this time, Sevika shoved the lighter back in her pockets, leaving you to adjust to the dark, and followed the sounds of her footsteps.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she stopped walking, causing you to slam your face into her back. And, oh, how you love that.
"Ouch! Why'd you stop-" Before you could even finish your sentence, a large, warm hand stole your words from you by wrapping its way around your neck. She slammed you onto the concrete wall behind you, squeezing it ever so gently to assert her control, yet not doing actual harm.
"You know how much I've been eyeing you down ever since you started working there?" She crept her face forward with the most sexy look of murder in her eyes. Her lips hovered an inch from yours, her bottom lip occasionally glazing between yours so slightly. "Do you like dressing like a hooker or is it a job requirement? To attract customers back? Especially those homewrecking men." She hissed at the last part.
Amusement danced across your lips in the form of a tugged smirk at her tone of words. You purposefully leaned your face in deeper, causing her to back up slightly due to the unexpected bold act. She was always used to being the one controlling the situation, but not with you. "A questionnaire, huh?" You bit your bottom lip. "I would answer all your questions everytime you make me cum."
Her reaction was priceless. A second of shock at your boldness, then a smile bigger than her ego. "What if I have a million questions? What are you going to do till then?" She wrapped her muscular arms around your waist, lifting you from your feet, and pressed your whole back completely flat against the wall.
You wrapped your legs around her waist as you looked down at her face for once. "I'm a woman, I dress how I feel prettiest." You answered her first question, if you could count it, as a reward for finally making the move after months of teasing. You tilted your head curiously for her reaction while your body 'subsconciously' squeezed your arms together to push up your tits that's exposed by the long v-line crop against her face.
Her eyes traveled dangerously from your half-lidded eyes to your breasts. Without so much as a whisper, she bit down onto the softness of your skin, nibbling and sucking onto the soft tissue. Her tongue traced the red bite marks on your left boobs before moving to the right.
You hissed in pain, maybe pleasure, when you felt her finish her job. Her gentle kisses trailed from the mark to your jawline in a matter of seconds.
"How long you've been wanting this, baby?" She whispered into your ears.
"Ever since I saw you that first night, manhandling those people who tried hitting on you." You mouthed before you could even think about it.
Rinnnngggg Sevika's phone vibrated in her back pockets.
"Pick up for me would you, baby?" Without even bothering lifting her head up.
You chest pressed deeper within her face as you leaned foward to reach for her phone. "Silco's calling."
She smacked her lips. "Old man always have to call me at the worst moment." She carefully steadied your balance on the floor and took the phone from you. "Give me a moment, yeah? It's important."
Your fingers traced the bite marks as your other hand waved her off. "Quick with it, I have class next morning."
Sevika let out a low laugh, shaking her head with theatrical disbelief at your ignorance. "Whatever you say, princess." She walked deeper into the abyss ahead of yall.
Just about a few steps, just enough for her shadow to blend in with her surronding, you called out before she gets too far. "Wait, give me my phone back at least?"
Mid-sentence of what she was saying to the other end, her upper body twisted half way to face you with a confuse look. She dragged the phone away from her ears, inches apart. "I don't have your phone? Are you sure you didn't leave it at the bar?"
"Sevika, are you listening?" Silco's raspy voice echoed through the phone, only audible to her.
"Yeah, continue on what you're saying." She replied while glancing back for your answer.
You shook your head with frustration. Come on, don't play around now. You thought to yourself.
She held up a finger, gesturing that she'll get back to you within a minute.
Okay, now you're fucked. What if one of the customers took it while you were cleaning up? You had a clear phone case with a little clear pockets in the back with your school ID, your real ID, license, and a couple of twenty-dollar bills. Stupid of you? Yeah, you were pretty stupid when it comes to life. Simply because you got into a prestigious engineering school doesn't mean you won't make mistakes outside of academics. But, but, you trusted Sevika with it. And it's not like the first time you placed something valuable in front of her. I mean, ha, have you seen her? Who would dare to steal her stuff?
"Why the fuck do I always do this to myself." You squat down, the worry of having to pay thousands of dollars you'll have to pay, and waiting several days to weeks to get your new licenses and ID is going to be a hell of a month. "Why am I even doing it in a dirty alleyway anyway?! Where's my dignity? Where's her respect for me to think I will do it here? I'm going to be earning hundreds of thousands of dollars one day!"
Just as you hit the climax of your mental breakdown, a chime rattled out from the shadow behind you. It was a ringtone, a phone ringtone similar to the default iPhone ring. You know it couldn't have been Sevika's because A, she uses a Samsung, and B, she was ahead of you. You stood up, scrunching your eyes into a thin line at the small blob of light on the floor. You edged closer, slow and careful, to the light that could be only noticed as a phone.
"Is that...?" Your steps became bolder as you hovered over the phone. Your phone. "What the fuck?" You knelt to pick it up. iPhone 14, clear with pockets and doodles that Powder made to 'fix' your boring, minimalistic life with a little more color to bring meaning to life, and your cards...Did you have it on the whole time, but you just didn't check more cautiously?
You picked the cards out to count if anything was missing, three cards with your name and your face. Everything seemed to be in the ordinary, except a note at the very end of your phone case pockets. A nervous chuckle crawled out of your throat. Must've been the note you're passing in class with Ekko. You picked the note out and placed everything back in place.
"Traitor." That was all that was written on the note. Not a big deal, right? Must've been some random teenage boys messing around because you refused to serve them a drink when they're not of legal age yet. You know what's funny? That could've been the case if it weren't for the familiar handwriting that haunts you for life.
Without warning, the quiet soured—your body reacting before your thoughts could catch up, a slow rush of adrenaline curling into your veins, whispering run. "No, no, it couldn't be." Your knees weakened below you. "You're overthinking about it, Y/N." You slowly turned back to head to Sevika. Being with her always helps you feel safer.
You shoved your phone back into your pockets hanging on your hips, your gaze stayed slow to not tripping over anything on the ground. "Sevika, I need to go!" You raised the volume of your voice ever so slightly.
"No, you don't." A woman's voice called out a few feet ahead of you. Not Sevika's for sure.
Your head and attention jerked upwards, your muscles coiled, ready to go down like all those years ago. Maybe you lost the same amount of skills you had all those years ago, but you still have the animal in you. "Mind your own business, bitch." Why are you so aggressive? No idea, it's how you act when the chances of dying or getting attacked are high.
"Mm." A low hum echoed throughout the narrow passage, her voice seemed to be closer than seconds ago.
Your fist swung blindly in front of you since you couldn't see in the dark. Your knuckles brushed against flesh, lucky person. Back Like you're being narrated by a third-person perspective, you jumped from your feet and twisted your hips around to kick, and this time, your heel bone landed a hard kick on the woman's waist. An audible grunt from her was enough for you to detect her next move. You jumped back from where you stood. A loud thud cuts the wind between you guys.
You reached for your phone to turn on the flashlight from your phone. Bad move. With such little distraction, she got the upper hand. She kicked your stomach with enough force to have you struggle with your balance, not enough to do any real damage to the organs.
The world blurred as you felt something colliding against the side of your head. Finally, your body gave out as it dropped to the ground, and the other side of your head hit against the hard concrete, creating an even worse head injury than you already sustained. "Fuck..." You groaned under your breath and tried to push yourself up to keep going, but you fell back down.
"Sevika..." You called out, barely above a whisper, for her help. But without long, you felt yourself slipping, the heaviness of your eyes fighting to stay awake until it could no longer fight.
A sharp, aching pain throbbed in your head as you blinked open your eyes. Despite your vision being blurry, you could make out the figure of Sevika at the very end of the room. The poor, dimly lit light bulb fluttered above you, and the air felt tense, too thick to be breathable.
"Mm!" You tried reaching for Sevika to help you, but your hands were tight behind the metal pole, and your mouth was forced open by a cloth.
As you tried to snatch the fragments of memories just moments ago that didn’t seem so distant, a figure appeared, a woman, blocking your view of Sevika, who is still unconscious on the other end. The woman slowly bends down onto one knee, her left hand reaching behind her, seemingly reaching for something.
“No!” A muffled plea was asked through the gap of your mouth, your body trembling with fear and adrenaline. You kick yourself back until your back hits the concrete wall. Changing strategies, you swung your leg, so that’s fortunately not chained like your wrists to the woman, creating a distance between the two of you.
However, that didn’t seem to be a problem for the figure, though. She easily grabbed both of your ankles, her grip neither aggressive nor soft, and separated your legs apart. She filled the gap between your thighs with silent intent.
Your lungs punched a squeal out of you as she leaned forward, her face covered by her hood.
“Help me!” You slammed your already dizzy head hard against the wall behind you, trying to keep the gap as big as possible. “Please, I don’t want to die!” As if that would make her change her mind.
Like time froze, she froze. Then…a scoff. “You don't seem to care about your life or dying during all those fights against the mobs.”
You stared at her with your trembling eyes without saying anything. Didn’t need to anyway, she could sense the confusion.
“You don’t remember me?” Finally, she brushed her hood off her face. “Your forever partner in crimes?”
Instead of easing the anxiety, the sight of her lifeless grayish blue eyes and her red hair only drags the breath out of you.
“V-Vi?” Saliva drooped down the corner of your mouth as you stared deeper into her eyes. One half of relief to see her after what, six years? No, was it seven? While the other half feared what kind of beat she had become after jail.
The corner of her lips tugged a smug grin. “Missed me?” She reached out to hold your face in her rough hands. The rusty bandages wrapped around her forearms smudge the blood from your temple onto the wrap.
“Agh…” A low grunts echoed through the wall behind Vi.
She turned her head, her face blank, but when she twisted her head back to face you, a wild smirk returned with it as well.
“That's your girlfriend?” She cocked her eyebrows. “Ain’t she twice your age? Guess you never change, huh? Always looking for older bitches who doesn't give a single shit about you."
You struggled to find the right words to title how Sevika affects your life. Girlfriend? No, you guys aren’t like that, right? A fuck buddy? Are you trying to flash Vi with your lack of dignity?
“It doesn’t matter who she is.” Vi interrupted the trance you were in. “She won’t be as important after this.” Her tone was dark, too dark to be a joke.
Regardless of the condition you’re in, it doesn’t take a genius to piece it together. “No!” The chain hits the pole with a-CHING-sound as you bounce forward to catch Vi, who is already standing and heading toward Sevika. “Vi!” You pleaded with a loud sob, working its way out through your heart. Tears stream down from your eyes to your chin. Whimpers slipped out right after the wet droplets.
Author's note Possible part two. It's in my draft, but not nearly half finished, and it's been in my draft for like two months now...
Warnings: dub con, strap on sex, stalker!sev, dom!sev, rough sex, oral(r!receiving), praise, degradation, reader is a stripper, markings(r! receiving), strap being called a dick, cock, porn with mini plot, mentions of murder, etc. lmk if i missed anything. MDNI.
⭑.ᐟ plutos piece : this is a darker one, please dont read it if you are not comfy. i'm on my period and am writing a new Sevika fanfic with almost the same premise so lets call this a trial run, yeah? As always any interaction is appreciated ! this could suck, idk, someone save me from evil cramps. Not proofread, pls its 11pm.
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Sevika had been so patient with you, so understanding of the idiocy you called a "job". That "job" that had losers throwing crumpled up bills at you and calling it payment for the movements that were supposed to belong to her and her alone.
Was she your girlfriend? No. Did you know of her feelings for you? Maybe. But none of that mattered now.
You had been idling in the back of the club, nursing a drink that matched the color of your outfit, swirling the thin black straw with the tip of your nail. Most, if not all, of the other dancers were ready to go home, pulling off the skin tight and revealing costumes in favor of something casual and less eye-catching.
"Time to go sweetheart." Your favorite bouncer--Ronnie--fussed, his strong arms pulling you off the bar stool. You werent drunk, just depressed. As most things in the club go, a customer was a bit too handsy; pulling your costume to the side revealing places he shouldnt have, begging for things you werent going to ever give him.
The bouncers were quick to put him back in his place, but his scent still remained for most of the night. A sad mixture of alcohol, already smoked cigarettes and that stale smell of overworked body. You wanted to throw up from simply remembering it.
You thought you would be able to handle it yourself, tell him off maybe, instead you stood there shocked. There was a crack in your armor, and it was going to haunt you until you repaired it.
"Need me to walk you home?" Ronnie, always the gentleman walked you out of the club, one arm slung lazily around your shoulder in quiet comfort. "Nah, Im good. Night Ronron." You waved him a sweet goodbye as you started the walk home, dance bag slung over your shoulder and your headphones placed lazily in your ear.
It was the dead of night, no one on the streets, just you and the low buzz of the street lamps--and that person who loves to follow you. You were well aware of Sevika, its not like she ever shrunk herself, no she enjoyed this game you played.
You hear the deep hum of her old pickup following you, the deep red color fading into a rusty brown. She did this often, followed you home after you left the club, not close enough that it would be obvious to anyone but you.
You never truly cared, she was far from harmless but at least she was protective in a way that made you feel some fucked up sense of peace. "You need a ride gorgeous?" Her voice sounded raspy from all those cigarettes she loved to smoke, and yet it dripped sweet like honey. The truck pulled to a stop next to you, her head leaning out slightly.
"Oh, my stalker speaks." You stop and smile up at her, silently debating whether or not to hop into the strangers car. "I do a lot more than that darling." She pops the car door open, hopping out to grab your bag, tossing into the bed of the trunk.
You never agreed to go on this long drive past your apartment with Sevika, though you didnt protest. You needed something--someone--to take your mind off the strange man from the club.
So here you were making out with Sev on the side of some dirt road with only a singular street lamp illuminating the sinful act she wanted to commit. You follow her to the bed of her truck, her arms wrap under you placing you down bridal style into the metal backing.
Once she crawls in you pounce on her, sitting yourself hastily on her lap before devouring her lips as if they were your own. All you wanted was a simple kiss, to feel human again, to feel in control of something.
When the kiss grows hungrier and she starts pulling at your sweatpants, and her rough tongue slides clumsily against your teeth you try to pull away, yet her strong arms keep you stuck. "Hey--" It comes out in choked gasps as she finds her way to your neck, sucking reddish-purple marks into your skin. "Shut up."
Your heartbeat rises, hands gripping her broad shoulders. "You looked so pretty tonight, couldnt wait to have you." She moans into your neck large hand gripping your breast so tightly you let yourself squeal.
Her hands flick at your nipples, both of her calloused hands cupping the flesh of your tits, working them over like balls of dough. You're trying hard not to let her know how much you're enjoying the feeling, covering your mouth with the back of your hand like she hasnt watched you play with your pussy before this.
It wasnt like she was your first stalker, the hottest sure, but definitely not the first. She was just bolder about everything she did, when she watched you she made sure her presence was known; a bouquet of flowers with a note tucked into them, a new pair of pleasers when yours started to look a little worse for wear, following you home late at night like a threat to anyone who dared try to touch you.
You knew Sevika and she knew you.
In an instant youre on your back, her hands drag off the cotton material of your sweatpants, tossing them over the side of the truck. The cold metal of the trunks bed is the only thing keeping you grounded. Your black tank top is pulled down messily as your boobs spill out of it, your zip up hoodie still clinging to your arms and now your ass is bare touching the unforgiving steel.
The cool night air hits your drooling cunt and she groans at the sight of your bare hole clenching around nothing. "Wheres your pretty panties bunny?" She says it so sweet, like she isnt your stalker and she isnt currently living out her grossest fantasy on your body.
"Y-you took them." Your hands clap themselves over your eyes, embarrassment running across your cheeks. "Just wanted to hear you say it." She moans as her head ducks to lap at your clit. She sucks at your clit wildly like shes never tasted anything as sweet as you before, letting globs of her spit mix with your juices swirling her tongue in the mixture before using it as lube to dart her tongue into your hole.
The sensation is sending hot waves of pleasure through your body and you try to close your legs, hide yourself from the disgraceful act that youre apart of. Her hands catch your thighs before they could fully close around her head, her head not even coming up to suck air into her lungs.
She's devouring you like second nature, like shes a starving man and youre the first morsel of food to touch her tongue in decades. You roll your hips to give yourself some relief from her assault on your bundle of nerves, her teeth sliding over it and catching slightly.
Just as youre about to come undone she moves, popping off your swollen num with a shameful pop. Shes kneeling in front of you as you sit up on your forearms, staring at her with those pleading deer eyes for her to take you home, to stop this.
But is that really what you want?
You hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper opening and watch as the skin colored strap slips from inside of it, thick and veiny, a ridiculous size youre sure will be too much for you. "No-that thing is t-to big." Your eyes blown wide, lip caught between your two rows of teeth.
"You can take it bunny, I'll make sure of it." You dont know what you were expecting, maybe for her to slowly put it in you like you were some kind of virgin, instead shes bullying the tip of the silicone dick inside of your tight entrance.
You hiss at the pain, "Fuck--slow down." you huff at her, pouting as she grips your hips harder. Her hand dips into your mouth, sliding her fingers along your tongue as they push a little too far back, you gag on her fingers. Her hand tastes of your pussy juices and the leather of her steering wheel, not offensive, just interesting.
She rubs your spit over the entirety of her strap, coating it until the silicone is shiny and slightly dripping.
The night air is alive with the sounds of nature wrapping around your sweet whimpers and moans as Sevika drills the rest of her length inside you, pushing in slowly until she reaches the base of the thick strap. Shes such an asshole.
She doesnt give you any time to adjust, too impatient, too excited. She snaps her hips as her hands grip your waist matching her harsh thrusts. The dick is filling you up, keeping you stuffed as a reminder of her perverted love.
Your hands are shooting wildly for something to hold onto as she keeps going, keeps her brutal pace nice and rough, just for you. "It was so hard not to fucking kill that asshole tonight." She speeds up as if taking her anger at him out on you, "Shouldve slit his fucking throat for touching you baby, you would like that wouldnt you?" She's slumping forward on top of you, rutting quickly as the head of her cock kisses your cervix.
You let a mewl that tries to be "Nuh-No." but fails miserably as it falls from your lips. The feeling is too much, your eyes rolling to the back of your head against your will.
"He touched you, he touched whats mine." Shes saying this more so to herself, sweat matting her hair against her forehead. "So--so close." The words fall lazily out of your kiss-plump lips, drool sliding out with them. She fucks you so good, and the thought of your stalker ruining you in some far off place is doing wonders for your cunt.
"You're mine, fuck, all mine." You clench and she hisses, the suction of the action creating the right amount of friction. She cant cum here, she has to wait, she refuses to lose it all now.
But you look so cute under her, face tear stained and your once beautiful makeup now a streaky mess, youre shivering at every snap of her hips, every thrust making your body jerk wildly. She's certain that if she wasnt holding you in place you would arch until your spine snapped.
Shes looking at you with little hearts in her eyes, like this is what shes been waiting for, and it is. "Wish I could get you pregnant, keep you outta that shit hole forever." Shes thrusting into you so hard your vision is going white and you swear you can hear wedding bells. "Gonna cum, cant take it."
Her hand lets go of your waist, leaving behind the evidence of it being there in the form of a multiple crescent shaped nail marks. "Cum for me bunny." She moans as her two fingers swipe rapidly at your abused clit.
The sensation ruins you, cum coating the length of her cock, the base taking the grunt of the mess. Still, as your heart flutters and your cunt copies, while your chest rises and falls, she fucks you through it, slow and rough as she pulls the rest of your orgasm out of your body.
As the aftershocks subside and your back to breathing normally--her strap still lovingly nestled inside of you--she looks down on you and smiles. It's a smile that says shes not not done with you yet, but you dont care. Youre sleepy and your devotee seems to be enjoying herself, somehow she had time to fish her phone from out of her pocket, snapping pornographic pictures of your spent form, stuffed with her cock.
After shes taken about a 100 different pictures of you, she pulls out quickly the feeling of cunt going from full to empty pulls a small cry from you. Sev's back in the front of her truck, driving slow down the dirt road. "Where the fuck--?" Youre too tired to sit up, so you take to looking at the starry sky as the car rocks and shakes.
It lasts all of 5 minutes before she parks, opens the trunk and pulls you out bridal style. You rest your head against her shoulder, your rate slow and no anxiety biting at you. You feel at little more at ease, a little at peace as you watch her walk you to the house. "Is this your house?" You ask and she smiles down at you, "No, its our new home."
You smile back at her wide and grateful. No ones ever bought you a house before.
