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fwb!baran being scared of commitment, so she tells you you're free to see other people because you hinted at wanting to see her exclusively. then one night she sees you on a date at a restaurant she stopped by to pick up some food to go.
you were with a woman around baran's age, her hand rested on yours as she spoke, and you were hanging onto her every word while smiling. you were so focused on this woman, your eyes never wandered around the room, and baran was thankful for that because if your eyes did, you would've seen her seething at the sight in front of her.
baran thought, what did this woman have that she didn't? she couldn't have been a better lover, that was for sure. did she have more money? because if so baran would buy you any and everything you wanted just to keep your eyes on her the way they were on the woman in front of you. was she funnier? because if you wanted to laugh, baran would make it her mission to make you laugh.
she cursed herself for telling you to see other people because she didn't mean it. she didn't think you would actually see anyone else. you were just so interested in her and now you wanted to go on dates with other people? if you wanted to go on dates, baran would've planned as many dates as you wanted. she was jealous, and she never got jealous. it was your fault, you made her this way.
baran was pulled from her thoughts when the hostess approached her with her food in hand. she thanked the hostess and walked towards the door to leave, but on her way out, she looked back, seeing the woman now closer to you, her lips moving against yours, and her hands groping you. baran was pissed, how could you let someone else touch you? she said you could see other people not let them touch you.
the next time she sees you, she has you on all fours with your back arched and her hands digging into your waist as she fucks her strap into you. she's giving you deep, long strokes then she remembered you kissing that woman and her pace quickened, fucking you faster and harder, her grip on your waist becoming stronger, definitely leaving a mark. you're making those beautiful sounds she loves so much and telling her it's too much, but baran knows you can take it.
baran's thinking about how you allowed someone else to touch what's her's. her thoughts making her grow more and more possessive over you, she reaches down and grabs a handful of your hair to pull you into her body.
"you're mine." she growled into your ear. "don't let anyone else touch you ever again. you hear me? never again."
"y-yes." you stuttered.
"yes what?" she tightened her grip on your hair as she continued ruining your hole.
you knew what to call her.
"yes, mommy." you whined, feeling every bit of her inside of you. "i won't let anyone else touch me ever again."
"such a good little slut." she purred, pleased by your answer. "mommy's good little slut."
Iâve never asked for sum openly⊠we doing it today! Was just wondering if you could write gp Abby and like, sheâs all tied up and where edging her with our pussy or wtv.. Iâd love to see her puppy eyes beg for release⊠tysm! Have a wonderful weekend <3
not proofread, g!p abby, edging, slight brat!abby, riding abby!receiving
shorter blurb for a change so i can escape writer's block again
"no- stay still like i told you to..." you commanded, your voice soft but tone firm. "i'm- i'm sorry" abby whined, her thighs shaking. you sunk back down on her dick, the swollen length filling you up nice as you let out a sigh of relief. you lifted yourself back up just as slow, only the tip of abby's cock left inside.
then, again, she failed to obey.
she began desperately thrusting up, more so flopping than thrusting. you got off of her cock immidiately, glaring at her. her eyes were glossed over, just a small sliver of that rich blue left visible from how blown her pupils were.
she kept humping the air, as if she didn't register you had already pulled off. she rolled her wrists in the rope bindings, huffing and puffing as she mustered up all the strength she had left in herself and raised her hips, the reddened tip of her cock kissing the lips of your pussy.
"i'll get off right now if you won't keep still" you declared to her and she scrambled to backtrack "i'm sorry- it feels too good" she whimpered "your pussy's too good" she blinked dumbly, making you almost believe her hips had a mind of their own.
"it's so wet and hot... i wanna stay inside" she said breathlessly, her dick twitching hard
after a few moments of searching her eyes you did give in, beginning to ride her slowly.
you could believe in miracles after how well she behaved this time, though you could feel a few defiant twitches still...
imagine seeing tfem cassieâs dick for the first timeđ€€đ€€
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wholeheartedly believe she could cum just from you slipping her boxers off <3 or just from you staring at her hard, leaky cock that hasn't been touched in years <3 it hasn't felt anything but her own palm or her bunched up clothes in a decade almost. and now you're in front of her, licking your lips and ogling her angry red tip that's oozing precum, hands kneading her thick thighs, and she can't help but shoot her rope all over your face just from your staring :(
chudkay cumming in seconds once you've got your lips around her @__@ filling up your mouth with her sperm, hips bucking into your face while apologies fall from her lips.
cassie's dick twitching and hitting her stomach, making a sticky mess on it while you tell her how pretty her cock is.
making this older woman whimper and whine as you tease her for being rock hard and desperate for touch, teasingly grazing the tip of your tongue against her wet cock, hot breath hitting her shaft as you laugh at how much she's twitching and squirming.
inappropriate workplace relationship that ends up with you taking care of cassie's accidental boner in the bathroom and seeing her pretty cock for the first time <3 she tries so hard not to bust 5 seconds into you taking her into your mouth and ends up making her lip bleed >__<
mffhfh doctor!reader helping cassie out with a problem of hers down there, offering to examine her crotch. it won't be weird at all! you just wanna help your friend out! her health is important. thinkinggg about fondling her balls with your gloved hand, asking her to cough for you, checking for any abnormalities as you squeeze 'em. tugging her foreskin back, gently feeling up her shaft, testing how sensitive her tip is. accidentally making your friend cum all over your hand while inspecting her đ
cw: begging , blindfold , ties , not too big m sorry , suggestive at best with a lot of teasing , power dynamics reversing , service top! ellie reduced to being a bottom .
Thereâs something fun about breaking a service top down into nothing but a naked, blindfolded little sex toy sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, hands tied back so sheâs helpless.
Her breaths fall heavy, limbs trembling, as if the anticipation itself has her wetâ it does. She hates how easily broken down all her dominance is, but sheâs definitely not complaining because now that she canât see you, or what youâre going to doâ she has to fully rely on trust.
You walk around her, circling slowly like a predator analysing her prey. âYouâre so cute like this, Els.â Ellie feels the nickname giving her the shivers, she canât wait to be touched. You kneel on one knee and cup her breast.
The second you do so, Ellie shivers and leans closer, seeking the warmth of your hand.
Her body is cold, skin cool to the touch as her nipple perks upon contact like sheâs been waiting for this her whole life. You smirk, youâre evil, and the idea of torturing her cute little boobs is too tempting, but you know sheâll like it.
So for now⊠you stick to teasing her.
Maybe, just maybe if you feel merciful, youâll let her cum, youâll let her hump your shoe like the desperate little thing she can be when sheâs horny and unrelieved. Ellieâs breath hitches as she focuses on the way your thumb circles her nipple, her body buzzing with energy.
âArenât you the cutest, Ellie baby? Youâre trembling, oh my gosh.â
Your words made her feel a sense of humiliation she hadnât felt so far but something about that made her pussy feel more tingly.
âTouch me, please.â She begs, voice cracking, âI need you so bad, I canât do this, pleaseââ she tries to come closer, still on her knees, âtouch me, baby.â
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academic weapon reader (in humanities) x academic weapon Ellie (in stem) hcs? đ„čđ„č
ââââ â àšà§ late night rendezvous đà ŹÜ aerospace student! ellie & literature student! reader, smut, library shenanigans, soft spoken! ellie, praise kink, r! receiving everything. â„ïž
aerospace ellie x lit reader who . . . definitely procrastinate their homework more often than not in order to spend time with one another. & i mean, you guys sometimes goof off until shit gets serious and you have a 10 page paper due the next day and ellie has a semester long project due in a week. that level of procrastination. because who are we kidding? you guys canât keep your hands off each other.
especially in the library. the amount of times the librarian or another student has caught you with ellieâs tongue down your throat should be illegal. you definitely donât see anyone checking out books from the post apocalyptic isle anymore. maybe itâs because of you two, maybe itâs not. who knows?
aerospace ellie x lit reader who . . . letâs ellie distract her from her required reading. i mean, how can you not? sheâs hot and especially when sheâs working on projects and murmuring softly to herself in order to keep track of her to do list. you often find yourself spacing out and looking up from your book in order to just gaze at your girlfriend who is beyond smart for her own good. you sometimes wonder how you even landed such a smarty pants girlfriend.
and then you remember that youâre literally top of your class and degree and therefore wonder how she scored you. oh right, by being a total geek and rambling on and on about how she wanted to become an astronaut one day. yeah, you know how to pick âem, thatâs for sure.
aerospace ellie x lit reader who . . . fuck in the bathroom between classes. especially when the two of you have back to back lectures and wonât be seeing each other until super late that night. you two are absolute horn dogs. with all of your romance novels and smutty literature books, and well.. thereâs ellie. sheâs always horny. she doesnât need a reason. needless to say, sheâs got you pinned to the family bathroom door with her fingers inside your panties.
she goes quick, but makes sure to hit all those sweet spots you likeâdefinitely murmuring praises sheâs read when she snooped through your novels. like: âyeah, thatâs a good girl. take it baby.â or âwow, what a good fucking slut iâve got here. all pent up and needy for me, yeah? gunna cum on my fingers in this bathroom?â and of course it drives you crazy.
aerospace ellie x lit reader who . . . spend most of their nights cuddled up on their sofa watching either space documentaries or sappy romance movies. thereâs no in-between. while you doze off to ellieâs boring space docs, sheâs snoozes to your boring rom coms. itâs like the best of both worlds because neither of you really cares as long as you get to watch what you like every now and then. and, the bonus is, you both get a human sized and shaped pillow to lay on.
aerospace ellie x lit reader who . . . have definitely role-played their life in the future. ellie being a fancy famous astronaut and you being a slutty college lit professor. the amount of times sheâs flexed and shown off her pin to prove sheâs been to spaceâthe one she got from a museum when was 15âto you while fake talking you up, is hilarious. though it always ends in some either soft sex or hard core fucking your brains out. (which ellie prefers.)
aerospace ellie x lit reader who . . . sometimes get too caught up in being academic weapons that they forget they have a significant other. even though you two procrastinate a lot, at the beginning of your relationship, you both actually forgot the other existed until passing one another in the hallway. then, youâd make out and forget it happened and go back about your day. college was stressful, thatâs for sure. being an academic weapon in both majors was also stressful.
The low light of Sevikaâs apartment flickers across her scarred skin as she leans back against the worn couch. Her mechanical arm rests heavy on your hip while her flesh hand grips your thigh, holding you down.
You are straddling her lap, thighs spread wide, her thick strap buried inside you. The stretch is delicious and overwhelming. Every tiny shift makes you clench around the fat silicone cock, but Sevika keeps you pinned still.
âStay right there,â she murmurs, voice low and smoky. She takes a slow drag from her cigar, eyes half-lidded as she watches you. âJust sit still for me.â
You whimper softly, trying not to rock your hips. The fullness has you dripping down her strap, slick coating her thighs.
Sevikaâs mechanical fingers trace lazy circles on your skin, the cool metal a sharp contrast to how hot and full you feel.
âLook at you,â she says with a dark smirk, squeezing your ass. âSitting so pretty on my cock. Clenching like you want me to fuck you stupid.â
You bite your lip, breathing shaky. The urge to move is torture. Sevika leans in, lips brushing your ear as she gives one small, teasing thrust upward.
âNot yet,â she whispers, voice rough. âYou are going to sit on it until I say otherwise.â she chuckles softly. âLet that pretty pussy throb around every inch.â
She leans back again, cigar between her fingers, looking far too pleased with herself as she watches you.
Sevikaâs strap was so deep inside you could feel it bullying your cervix every time she shifted even just a little bit. Your mouth was open, soft moans and whines spilling out as your nails dug into her back and shoulders.
âYou look so fuckinâ pretty like this, you make me wanna stuff you full all the time,â Sevika whispered, kissing the column of your throat, peppering hickeys all over your collarbones and chest. âThatâs my good girl⊠fuck.â
You shivered, âyouâre too muchâŠâ your cheeks were red as you kept getting more and more embarrassed with every other praise that came out of Sevikaâs mouth.
Her voice was gentle, very unlike how she usually spoke with others, it was gentle and full of love when she spoke to you and made love to you. You gasped, the strap slipped in deeper.
âYouâre my pretty girl.â she cupped your face with her flesh hand, âand Iâm gonna marry you soon.â
Hiiii can you write modern loser ellie asking gf to be her girlfriend, just a cutesy fluff story like some flowers cute letters and allat!!
you two had been âdatingâ for a bit now. or well, the two of you had never really properly asked one another to be girlfriends, and it kind of got to ellie after a couple months. the two of you did everything that couples do, but you had never put an exact label on it. she didnât know why it bothered her much, but it did.
so, she decided that she was going to properly ask you. flowers, rose petals, chocolates, balloon bubble letters, the whole shebang. everything was going to be perfect because thatâs what you deserved and thatâs how much you meant to her.
âiâm so fucking nervous, dee,â ellie said, glancing at her best friend as she chewed on her nails. the brunette simply chuckled and rolled her eyes, but the other girl was genuinely very very nervous. hell, the two of you were already practically going out, so why was asking you to be her girlfriend such a big deal? âlike.. what if she rejects me?â
dina smiles and places her hand on ellieâs shoulder, âstop overthinking it,â she tried to reassure her. âdo you know how head over heels that girl is for you? i bet sheâs going to be super excited and surprised.â brushing a strand of auburn hair from her face, she nodded slowly.
âwhat did you get for her?â she questioned, wanting to switch the topic so that she would eventually calm down. ellieâs eyes found herâs and then slowly she began to walk towards their shared bedroom. there were rose petals on the bed, bubble balloons that spelled out âcan i be your girlfriend?â, chocolates, and clothes on the mattress.
ellie gestured, âi got her uhââ her eyes scanned the clothing. âsome skirts and stuff that sheâs been eyeing but hasnât actually bought.. and um, a bottle of her favorite perfume because sheâs starting to run outââ dina cut her off with a sigh. her face warmed as she glanced to her friend.
she had no reason to worry. if you said no to this, youâd be the crazy one.
âokay, yeah, sheâs definitely going to say yes.â
after dina left, ellie was left alone with her thoughts and the nervous feeling that bubbled in her chest. you would be home from work soon, and she knew as soon as you stepped through the door, you would be suspicious because of her odd behavior.
she was right. when you opened the door and called out her name, dropping your keys into a bowl at the entrance, you immediately noticed a shift. âels, baby?â you said, walking further into the apartment. soon enough, your favorite song had begun to play lowly in the background. it sounded like it was coming from your bedroom.
âel, is that you?â
stripping off your jacket and scarf, you discarded your shoes and stepped into the bedroom. she was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in her best clothes with flowers in her hand a flush bright on her cheeks. your eyes widened, taking in how she had decorated everything and the question that hung on the wall above your bed.
can i be your girlfriend?
ellie watched your expression change to one of surprise and she was scared that you didnât like it. when you didnât say anything, her voice wavered and she spoke up. âdo you not like itâ?â she was suddenly cut off by you flinging your arms around her neck. you squealed, jumping and down as you hugged her tightly.
âoh my god!â you whisper-screamed over and over again, jostling her. ellieâs eyebrows shot up and she stood there like she didnât know what to do with the sudden burst of energy. then, she set the flowers down on the bed and wrapped her arms around you.
her face buriedinto your neck, smiling. âyou do like it?â
âlike it?â you pulled back to look up at her âi LOVE IT!â a large smile curled on your lips as you grabbed her face and squished her cheeks before pulling her down into a rough yet warm kiss. she melted immediately into it, holding your hips as she lips moved against yours.
she chuckled into your mouth, âi was so scared you wouldnât.â she admitted.
âwhy?â
âbecause iâm a loser.â
âyouâre my loser, though,â you pointed out, kissing her cheek. âyou have been for a while. why would i ever so no to you?â you kissed her jaw and then the corner of her lips again. you smiled delicately, âyou didnât even have to buy me anything, i would have said yes if you asked me over friday pizza night.â
she giggled, hugging you tighter. her chest was pounding, heart beating too fast. she was relieved, and didnt understand how she could have been nervous in the first place. you were too sweet. she knew you loved her.
her lips came down to attach to the skin of your neck as she kissed your warmly. âiâm so lucky,â she whispered, breath hot against your body. you sighed, head lolling to the side. âjust wanna worship you forever and ever.â
pulling back, she laced her hand with yours and guided you to the bed. on top of the mattress were things she had gotten youâclothes, perfume, chocolate, and even some letters she had written. your heart felt incredibly full, like you had gotten a prayer answered or something. she was the sweetest ever.
âbaby,â you murmured in awe, letting go of her hand to grab the letters. as you read them, your eyes swelled with tears. she had poured her heart into the words she wrote, confessing how long she had been in love with you for and how much you meant to her. it nearly made you burst out in tears completely.
you hugged her again, âfuck, iâm so in love with you, els.â you said, nose brushing against her neck. she flushed, smiling out of embarrassment. she wasnât good with emotions, which is why she chose to write them down, and she was happy you were able to read it with her beside you.
âi love you.â you cooed over and over again before peppering her face with you kisses. she giggled, pulling back and holding your wrists with her hands, âokay okay,â she chuckled, looking down at your face. âbefore you attack me with more affection, letâs try on these new clothes, yeah?â
you raised an eyebrow, âright now?â
âyeah.â ellie glanced down at you, her eyes trailing down your form. âwant you to give me a fashion show.â
your lips curled into a mischievous smirk, âyou little sucker,â you giggled. âwait here!â
thinking of mom's best friend!baran al-hashimi being excited for you to come home each summer during your time in college. she even helped your mother prepare your welcome back dinner. she knows your first day or two back will be spent with your family, but she can't wait to get you all to herself.
she hasn't seen you since you were home for winter break, which means she hasn't tasted you since the day you left when she offered to drop you off at the airport. your mother didn't think much about it, she just thought baran was being a good friend and lightening her load. you and baran left early to "beat traffic", but really baran had her car pulled on the side of the road, and had you in the back seat folded up as she sucked on your clit and her middle and index fingers fucked your tight hole. baran fucked you until you squirted all over her backseat, she wanted to leave you with something to think of until you returned to her. since that day she has craved the taste of your sweet pussy, and hasn't stopped thinking of you since.
now, she was in your family's home, all dolled up for you, and waiting for you to come home. when your father's car pulled into the driveway baran's face lit up because her girl was finally home. the time it took for you to walk through the door felt like forever, but when you finally did her face dropped.
"hey everyone! this is samira," you greeted your family. "my girlfriend."
your words shattered baran's heart into pieces.
"it's so nice to meet you all!" samira waved to them.
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8.5 inches with only your own wetness to be used as lube. She pushed herself deeper inside and massaged tiny circles onto your hips with both hands. âThatâs my good girl, you take me so well, baby.â
Youâre a shaky, breathless mess under her. Your pussy had never stretched this much before. You werenât a virginânoâbut Sevika was easily bigger than anyone else you have had sex with.
âIâm bigger, arenât I?â She asked, voice smug but also loving, she revelled and found satisfaction in knowing she was the one stretching you out like this. âIâm gonna make sure youâre so used to my dick, you never wanna have sex with anybody else. Ever.â She said with a grunt and slammed herself deeper.
You cried out in pleasure. âYes, yes! Please, mark me.â As she started pumping her strap in you. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching out to cup Sevikaâs breasts, playing with the soft mounds as she ruined your hole.
Every thrust inside made you stretch beyond imagination, it burnt, it stung, but you didnât want it any other way.
People always write Sevika as being good at sex, which I agree she definitely is...
But what about childhood!best-friend!Sevika who is still just as nervous and clumsy kissing you after being married for ten years?
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who's hands still shake and tremble when she touches you? Feeling so lucky that out of everybody you chose her to love you forever in this lifetime.
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who falls in love with you all over again when she looks at you for a little too long?
childhood!best-friend!Sevika who still melts into each kiss whether it's a small peck or a long, messy makeout session?
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who stares at you in the morning while you're asleep on her chest, reliving the moment she first laid eyes on you and fell in love?
Childhood!best-friend!Sevika who worships you so reverently because she knows there is nobody else for her? Sevika knows that you are her love, and it's absolute.
SYNOPSIS: The very first time Abby realizes she might be into girls.
this fic belongs to the pride & bloom collection âĄ!
WC: 2.7k | CW: just a fluffy meet-cute! + abby discovers something about herself. maybe the slightest mention/hint of her dating men before??
a/n: i've had this fic written down for over a week now and it's finally out!! hope u love it as much as i do. also, feel free to join and send a pride-themed requestâ the event closes on the 25th so we still got plenty of time left
Abbyâs not entirely sure how it happened, but sheâs standing in the middle of the Pride parade carrying a tote bag full of snacks and a hoodie Lev insisted on bringing despite the heat. Heâs beside her practically vibrating with excitement, and Yara isnât doing much better herself.
âWhy am I here again?â
âOh shush,â Yara gestures vaguely, a smirk forming in her lips. âYou love us.â
âI tolerate you.â
âLove you too, Abby.â
Abby rolls her eyes, but as she watches Lev smiling at something across the street, the corner of her mouth tugs upward too. Seeing him happy matters more to her than sheâll ever admit out loud.
The parade itself isnât bad either. Every corner of the street seems alive with laughter, dancing and the kind of easy joy thatâs impossible not to get swept up in. Yes, it is louder than sheâd usually prefer, but nice.
A line of booths stretches along the sidewalk. Some offer food, some sell handmade jewelry, others even give out brochures with information about local organizations.
âOh! Letâs check âem out,â Lev grabs Abby by her sleeve, and soon the three of them make their way down the street.
Most of the booths blur together after a while, but one in particular catches Abbyâs attention. The table is covered in handmade itemsâ colorful bracelets representing each pride flag hanging from display racks, stickers spread across the surface in little rows, small pins that glitter under the sunlight.
The sign propped up near the register âwhich turns out to be just a shoe boxâ explains that all the money is going toward helping fund a friendâs top surgery.
Thatâs so nice, Abby thinks to herself as she reaches for a sticker. Two pink scissors pressed together blade-to-blade, surrounded by tiny hearts.
âHuh.â
âItâs one of our best sellers,â a voice says.
Abby hums, chuckling slightly just as she looks up and opens her mouth to make a joke. As her eyes set on your face, she forgets what she was about to say.
The afternoon sunlight catches the edges of your hair, and your wrists are covered in so many bracelets Abby isnât sure how you manage to move your hands. A rainbow lanyard hangs around your neck, and she notices youâre smiling at her. God, you have the prettiest smile she has ever seen.
âHi,â you say, waving at her with joy before looking down at the sticker in her hands. âItâs cool, right?â
Abbyâs brain immediately abandons her. Sheâs suddenly very aware of the weight of the tote bag hanging from her shoulder and the way her fingers seem to burn right where theyâre holding the sticker, which seems to be for far too long now.
Flush creeps up the back of her neck. âUh⊠yeah, itâsâ itâs cool, yeah.â
âThanks,â you chuckle lightly, your smile growing bigger. âI worked on these all week.â
For some reason, Abby finds herself smiling back as soon as your laugh hits her ears. Soon, smiling turns into staring, and this quickly turns into her realizing that sheâs staring. She looks away so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Thankfully, Lev chooses that exact moment to step forward.
âNo way. Did you make all of them?â
âA couple,â you nod. âMy friends helped, too.â
And just like that, the conversation takes off. Lev asks more about the fundraiser, while Yara compliments the bracelets. Youâre telling them all about your friend, whoâs standing right next to you and shoots them a shy smile every now and then.
Every few seconds, Abbyâs eyes drift back to you. She canât help but notice the way your hands move when you talk, gesturing passionately; the way your face lights up whenever you bring up the fundraiser into the conversation, the way you laughâ
God, your laugh. Itâs so warm and contagious, it makes Abby want to keep hearing it over and over again.
She doesnât realize sheâs staring again until Yara elbows her. Abby furrows her brows slightly, while Yaraâs expression makes it clear sheâs having far too much fun now.
Across the table, you glance at her again and shoot her a smile. Her stomach immediately twists, and she manages to smile back while making eye contact⊠that lasts only two seconds, because she canât fight the urge to look away almost immediately. Her cheeks are burning red, heart stammering against her chest.
What. The. Hell.
Abby has talked to plenty of attractive people before, but sheâs never spent an entire conversation wondering if sheâs making too much eye contact only to immediately panic and stop making it altogether.
âSo, are you guys enjoying the parade?â
Your gaze lands on her. God, you have to keep looking at her cause sheâs clearly making it all weird, right? That has to be the reason why.
âItâs awesome,â Lev answers after a few seconds, giving Abby a sideways glance.
âIt is,â you agree, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Itâs a simple gesture, but it makes Abbyâs stomach flip. âThis is absolutely my favorite holiday.â
The conversation continues for a few more minutes before Lev ends up buying three stickers, Yara picks out a bracelet, and Abby leaves with the scissors sticker because she was far too embarrassed to put it down.
The second theyâre out of earshot, the siblings look at her with narrowed eyes.
âWhat?â
Yaraâs smirk widens. âNothing.â
âStop looking at me like that.â
Lev rolls his eyes at her words, but opts for letting it go just this time. A few minutes later, he gets distracted by a food stand while Yara disappears toward a display of handmade earrings.
Abby shoves her hands into her pockets and glances around, her eyes drifting back toward your booth. By accident, obviously. She notices a bracelet hanging on the rack that she hadnât seen beforeâ pink, purple and blue beads woven together.
Before she can think too hard about it, her feet are already moving. A minute later, sheâs standing in front of your table again.
Your face brightens immediately. âHey! Back already?â
âUm, Iââ Why is this so difficult? She points at the small piece of jewelry. âI like that bracelet.â
You glance toward the display, humming before you hand it over for her to inspect. Your fingers brush for less than a second, but it sends a shiver down her spine nonetheless.
âThe colors of the bi flag are so pretty,â you lean your elbows against the table.
Abby nods. Yes, the colors are pretty. A second thought followsâ you are pretty. She shakes her head to try and focus, looking down at the bracelet resting in her palm.
âThey are.â
Really? Is that all she can come up with?
You tilt your head slightly, a soft smile lingering on your lips. âHey, I didnât catch your name before.â
âOh,â she nearly drops the bracelet. âIâm Abby.â
âAbby,â hearing her name in your voice sends an inexplicable flutter in her chest. âI like it. Thatâs a pretty name.â
âThanks.â
âIs this your first Pride?â
Heat immediately crawls up her neck. âIs it that obvious?â
The sight of her blushing right in front of your table makes you chuckle. God, she is so cute.
âA little.â
âIâm here for Lev,â she admits, glancing over her shoulder and spotting him a few booths down, excitedly waving a handful of stickers at Yara. âHeâs had a rough couple of years, so when he asked me to comeâŠâ
You nod before she can even finish.
âYou said yes,â your expression immediately softens, following her gaze. A smile tugs at your lips at the sight of the kid with the shaved head. âHe seems so sweet.â
âHe is.â
âThatâs so nice of you,â you glance back at her, noticing she put the bracelet down on the table. âYâknow what? Since youâre so supportive, Iâm giving you a little gift.â
Abbyâs eyebrows knit together. âWhat?â
âThis is on the house,â you gently push the bracelet toward her.
Oh God. There goes her heart again.
âNo,â she shakes her head, already reaching for her wallet. âI can pay for it.â
âYou donât have to.â
âI want to.â
Your smile softens. âWhy?â
Abby opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She canât exactly say what sheâs thinking: because I want an excuse to stand here longer. Instead, she says:
âItâs for a good cause.â
For a second, you simply stare at her. Sheâs about to mutter something else, when your expression brightens.
âOkay, butââ you reach beneath the table and pull out a small sticker. âLetâs compromise. This one is free.â
Itâs a tiny cartoon house outlined in rainbow colors with the words Safe Space underneath. You slide it across the table toward her, and warmth settles inside her chest. When Abby glances back up, youâre smiling at her again.
âThanks for supporting the fundraiser.â
The sincerity in your voice catches her off guard.
Abby leaves a minute later, deciding to get out of there before she embarrasses herself any further.
Unfortunately, she does come back a second time. She spots a pin sheâd missed earlier, making her return easy enough to justify. The third time is a little bit harder, because she apparently needs another sticker.
The fourth time she returns, she doesnât even pretend to be looking at the merchandise anymore. She just finds herself drifting back toward your booth. Every conversation feels easier than the lastâ you tell her about your friend and how much the fundraiser means to them, Abby tells you about Lev. You make fun of the scissors sticker and Abby threatens to throw it away, but you both know she wonât.
By the time the afternoon starts slipping into evening, Abbyâs accumulated enough bracelets, pins, and stickers to open her own booth. As the crowds begin thinning and vendors start packing up for the day, Yara volunteers to go get the car.
Abby barely hears her, too busy staring across the street. Your booth is nearly empty now, a few boxes sitting on the table while you carefully take down decorations. The sight settles strangely in her chest, like something is ending before sheâs ready for it to do so.
âYou should go talk to her.â
Levâs voice startles her. Abby tears her eyes away from your booth long enough to glare at him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âAbbyâ
The look Lev gives her is so unimpressed that she almost laughs. Almost. Instead, she groans and drags a hand down her face.
âI donât.â
She glances back across the street. Youâre standing on the tips of your toes trying to unhook a pride flag from the side of the canopy. A second later, your friend reaches up to help, and the two of you nearly bump heads.
Your laughter carries faintly across the distance, and Abbyâs stomach immediately does that weird thing again. There it is, that feeling has been following around all afternoon and she canât seem to make sense of it.
âIâve neverâŠâ she trails off.
The words feel strange in her mouth. Itâs all new and confusing, a little terrifying even.
âIâve never felt like this before.â
She expects teasing or at least some sort of dramatic reaction. Lev will never let her live this down andâ
âOkay.â
Abby blinks. âOkay?â
âYeah,â Lev shrugs. âItâs fine.â
âThatâs it?â
âWhat do you want me to say?â
Abby opens her mouth, then closes it almost immediately. Because she doesnât actually know.
Her gaze drifts back to you. Youâre carefully stacking the few remaining bracelets into a small box now, chatting with your friend as the two of you pack everything away. The golden light of the setting sun catches against the colorful beads wrapped around your wrist.
The sight makes her chest ache, but not in a bad way. Just enough to make her realize she doesnât want the day to end.
âWhat if I donât know what this means?â she asks quietly.
Lev follows her gaze. For a moment, he doesnât say anything, waiting patiently as they both watch you pack your stuff. Then, he nudges her shoulder.
âThen you donât know.â
Abby snorts. âThatâs not helpful.
âSure it is,â he smiles softly. âYou donât have to figure everything out today, Abs.â
The words settle deep inside her chest. Itâs so simple, but they carry so much weight. Sheâs spent the entire afternoon trying to understand whatâs happening inside her head instead of letting herself just feel it.
And maybe thatâs all she needs right now. Not to figure out what it means or how to label it, but just allow herself to feel.
Lev watches her for a second before a knowing grin spreads across his face. âYou should probably go get her number.â
Abby wants to groan and tease him back, but she notices you just finished packing away another box. The sight sparks a sudden burst of panic, because in a few minutes youâll be gone. If she leaves now, sheâll probably never see you again.
Before she can talk herself out of it, she starts walking toward your booth once again. Behind her, Lev pumps a fist into the air as he watches her make her way to you.
By the time she reaches your booth, youâre folding the last tablecloth. The second you look up and spot her, your entire face brightens.
âHey! My favorite customerâs back.â
Abby laughs despite the heat crawling up her neck. âFavorite?â
âYou put the fund in fundraiser,â you pint at the collection of bracelets, pins, and stickers peeking out of her tote bag. âIâm pretty sure youâve personally financed at least one post-op appointment.â
Abby can feel her pulse in her throat. âIâ Glad I could help.â
âYou definitely did,â the smile you give her is so warm it makes her heart skip a bit. âThank you, Abby. Really.â
God, the way you say her name should not have such a huge effect on her, but it does.
Around you, the festival is winding down. All the other vendors are packing away decorations and their merchandise, and people are filtering out into the streets. Still, all Abby can focus on is the softness in your expression as you look at her.
This is ridiculous. Sheâs asked people far scarier questions before, yet somehow this feels impossible.
After a few seconds of silence, you tilt your head slightly. âEverything okay?â
Abby exhales slowly. Okay. Itâs now or never.
âActually,â her hand finds the strap of the tote bag, fingers tightening around it. âI was wonderingâŠâ
âYeah?â you prompt, the encouragement in your voice making her heart stumble.
She glances down for a second before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.
âWould you maybe want toââ
The words catch in her throat, and she can practically hear Lev laughing from across the street. Still, you wait patiently, a gentle smile on your lips.
Okay, Abby, get it together.
âCould I get your number?â
Your eyes widen slightly, and a grin spreads across your face. Oh no. Was that bad? Too forward? Too weird?
Before panic can properly settle in, you say:
âI was starting to think youâd never ask.â
She looks taken aback. âHuh?â
âWell,â you blush, and Abby canât help but notice how cute and pretty you look all flustered. âI was hoping youâd come back one more time.â
âYou were?â
The smile that spreads across your face is answer enough.
Without thinking too hard about it, sheâs already pulling out her phone and unlocking it to hand it over to you.
âGood thing I did, then.â
âGood thing you did,â you agree, fingers brushing hers as you take the phone.
She watches as you type your name into her contacts, a small smile tugging at your lips the entire time.
âSee you around?â you ask hopefully, handing the phone back to her.
Abby glances down at the number in her phone, then back at you.
âYeah,â this time, she doesnât have to force the words out. âSee you around.â
For the first time all day, Abbyâs confusion doesnât feel so overwhelming. Whatever this is, sheâll figure it out.
But as she slips her phone back into her pocket and walks toward a grinning Lev, she has a feeling this is exactly where she needs to be.
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an: iâm sick so i spent the whole day in bed today, and wrote this as well. i couldnât stop thinking about it for the last few hours soooo here it is! not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
oh my goddduh, she is a total loser. like, such a loser. and so annoying, too. normally she played games with jesse, but he grew a bit too annoyed by the way she ragequitted so often, yelling curses at everyone when something went wrong.
she was getting bored of playing alone, so, she⊠tried something different. she joined a discord server and made an announcement that sheâs looking for an âe-kittenâ.
âgross. this makes me seem like a pathetic virgin.â she mumbled to herself with a small scoff, doubting anyone would be willing to do this shit. sure, itâs for money, but she knew sheâs a hard person to play with and the moment that âe-kittenâ realises that, itâs over. moneyâs cool, duh, but there are easier losers to be around than her.
and yet, not even half an hour later, you texted her privately, saying youâd happily play with her. you wrote a nice message, saying that you also enjoy the games she mentioned in her message on the server. you made sure she knew how it all worked - that she needs to pay and all. sheâs ânot that stupidâ, her own words. when you sent her your listings and prices for everything, she almost resigned, cause holy shit was it pricy.
you werenât the most expensive e-kitten, thatâs for sure, and you also knew you canât put the prices too high, as youâre only starting with this whole thing. your prices werenât horrible, but it still hurt her wallet.
boobsucker69: is it alright if we do a single round of valo for free? jus so you know what youâre getting into lol
you considered it for a moment, but groaned to yourself before agreeing to make the first half an hour 50% off - you needed customers, really.
and she became your regular. she liked you very much, because you werenât like your typical e-kitten. you never praised her too much and you didnât accept if anyone went too far. sure, you were flirty with her from time to time, but you mostly kept being yourself, which pulled her in deeper.
the first week she kept asking you to play basically every evening, keeping you up for at least two hours every time. you always let her pick the games - i mean, sheâs the one playing, right? so you usually played valorant or marvel rivals. she was⊠a difficult person, sometimes. especially when she lost. she had a damn colourful vocabulary, thatâs for sure.
but you somehow survived, watching her messages appearing at a crazy pace. not only at the lobby chatroom but also in your private chat, where she complained even harsher and louder. one time you got a voice message where she was screaming insults at another team. you couldnât lie, that one did make you laugh a bit.
and after two weeks, she asked you to play together on the voicechat. it was just a bit pricier offer, but she decided that if sheâs committing to playing with an e-kitten, she might as well do it properly.
you kept playing together for two months now, and you sometimes forgot that this was supposed to be a job for you and you send her messages about your day, what have you eaten and all that stuff. you liked talking with her. and you had to admit, whenever you two played together and talked on voicechat, you enjoyed her voice. she couldnât do the same, at least not with your real voice. you used a voice changer, just to bring your pitch a bit higher and, well, keep you safe in the internet.
you wouldâve never guessed youâd ever bump into your client in the wild world. hell, you didnât even know if ellie was in the same country as you. all you knew was her name - that she told you cause you didnât want to call her âbooblover69â - and that you two were in a similar, if not the same, timezone.
so imagine your surprise when you literally bumped into someone while walking around the campus with your friend, and you heard that raspy, low voice. well, fuck.
âshit! sorryâ damn, thatâs- thatâs on me, sorry.â she rambled, immediately looking at you with an almost panicked gaze, as if you were about to bite her head off.
and, you guessed it right - she was a loser. baggy clothes, messy auburn hair, big ole dark eyebags (that you were just a bit to blame for). her flannel was unbuttoned, revealing a white wife-pleaser with a stupid, idiotic text in the middle in a bold font and a small coffee stain on it, sleeves rolled up, revealing a tattoo on one of her forearms. the way you were looking at her made her fumble with her words even more, and you wondered if it was because she was scared or flustered.
her face all freckled, eyes green, eyelashes unfairly long and naturally curled. one of her brows had a thin scar cutting it in the middle. you couldnât help but keep noticing all small things about her. she was so beautiful, yet so handsome at the same time. were you seriously falling for the nerdish, loser-y charm?
you were so silent to the point your best friend, standing nearby, gently nudged you to wake you up. this is your downfall in real time. holy shit.
âiâ itâs fine.â you said, shaking your head, feeling breathless. now you cursed in your head the fact you used a voice changer, cause what if you two had a love-at-the-first-sight moment now?
âallâs good. i wasnât looking where i was going either.â you added, giving her a small smile.
how have you never seen her around before?
everything became harder after that one meet up. you werenât the loser, so why were you falling so quickly and acting like a pathetic, yearning, pathetic loser! you told yourself that you need to drop her, that itâs unfair to her that you know who she is. and yet you couldnât bring yourself to do that.
even worse - you started genuinely laughing at her god awful jokes, and kept up with the daily messages. yeah, you were a goner.
âcome on! dude, whenâs the last time we went to a party?â your best friend whined one day, tugging at your hand like a kid, pouting. you didnât feel like going, but⊠when you considered it all, maybe it was a good idea. maybe thatâs what you needed to do in order to get over that small crush in your client.
so thatâs how you found yourself at the frat party, hoping ellie wouldnât get disappointed when youâre unavailable if she does text you tonight.
and you actually had fun for a while. you got tipsy, danced with your friends, played beer-pong, got even tipsier, and then, after a long while, walked out onto the backyard to get some fresh air and maybe smoke.
well, fuck you, said the universe, dropping ellie right there, sitting on the wooden stairs with a blunt in between her fingers. you almost died right there and then, overwhelmed by her attractiveness. sure, that girlâs a nerdy loser through and through, but how has nobody snatched her yet?
you tried to act casual as you sat down next to her, staring at the sky.
âyâsee that one? thatâs the big dipper.â she said randomly, pointing her finger at the sky, her other hand twirling with the blunt.
you squinted, looking at the stars for a moment before catching where she was pointing.
âholy shit, youâre right!â you exclaimed with a breathless giggle, finding it the best thing ever.
she found your excitement cute, looking at you with a grin.
ââm ellie. just realised we havenât really exchanged anything besides some touches.â
âyou made it sound way more perverse than just bumping into each other.â you replied with a small snort, rolling your eyes before offering your name back. your real name, for the first time to her. i mean, it wouldâve been weird if you handed her your e-kitten handle.
you two talked for a bit before she raised the blunt, just now remembering about it.
âwanna share?â she asked with a dopey grin.
âyou sure? donât want you accusing me of stealing.â
âoh, iâd gladly let a pretty girl like you steal all the weed from me.â she mumbled before placing the blunt between her lips and lighting it up.
she took a slow drag and you had all the excuses in the world to ogle her lips. chapped, dry. pretty. maybe soft. youâd like to find that out on your own, definitely.
she passed the blunt to you, fingers brushing against yours as she watched you just as intensely as you were watching her seconds ago. you wrapped your gloss-stained lips around it, slightly wetting the tip of the paper, making it taste like strawberry. you hoped she wouldnât kill you for that.
the way you were having a stare-off, just ogling each other in silence as the blunt made its way to her, then to you, then back to her, it was all so⊠intense. hot.
âyou have pretty eyes.â you blurted our after a few rounds of that, looking into her forest green eyes.
âwell, youâre all pretty.â she said back with a small laugh and you almost shivered at the way her voice sounded after drinking and smoking.
you were slowly starting to feel the high, and the alcohol in your body definitely didnât help. you felt your tongue getting looser and you sighed, resting your chin on your palm.
âcan i vent?â you asked, glancing at her just to see her nod in agreement.
you werenât sure how the hell to say all of that without revealing that not only you were talking about her but also talking about working as an e-kitten.
âi have a job where i⊠help others with stuff. they donât know who i am, i donât know who they are. and i⊠like a girl. but sheâs my⊠client. i worry that if i tell her the truth, sheâll be mad. maybe embarrassed. but i genuinely like her so much and i donât want her to feel embarrassed that i know she reached out to and paid for an e-kitten.â you rambled and rambled, not realising that the alcohol and weed made you say the thing out loud.
âwhat?â she suddenly asked, looking up. âyâsaid what?â
you froze for a second as well, feeling as if the alcohol leaved your body, just now when you needed it as well.
âiâm⊠iâm your e-kitten.â you whispered, feeling completely embarrassed with having to say it out loud, and so nervous. âbut! but, ellieâ i really find myself smiling when we play together. and we text each other all the time and-â
âholy fuck.â she said with a small groan, crushing the butt of the blunt against the stair before turning to fully face you.
âyou knew it the moment we bumped into each other, did you?â she asked with a sigh, now feeling like a nervous, shy puppy. not only she was talking with a girl that turned out to be her e-kitten, but also the girl was hot as fuck and telling her that she liked her. hard combo for her fried ass brain.
ââŠyeah.â you replied with a nod. now she understood why you froze for so long that moment - you had recognised her.
âdoes it mean⊠i get to play with you for free if i ask you out?â her words made you surprised this time. you couldnât help but laugh a bit at that, looking up at her, seeing a tiny smirk on her lips.
âonly if you organise something really cool.â you replied, watching her take out her phone - screen broken in a few places, phone looking like it went through a war with her clumsy ass.
âgive me your number, yeah? so we can talk for real outside your workplace.â you knew sheâll tease you endlessly about the fact you were getting money working as an e-kitten, but you also knew that you can tease her back with the fact she had used your services.
you obeyed and saved your number in her phone, smiling softly.
âyou know, iâll be honest - i had a small, teeny tiny crush on your both identities.â she said quietly, softly, when you handed her her phone back. âin a cool way, obviously.â
you laughed at her dorky words, shuffling a bit closer to her on the stairs. you knew, then and there, that you wonât be free easily.
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synopsis: Dr. Sevika hcâs â being with a Doctor who usually runs the ED like a tight-fisted screw , keeping everyone in line , tight and strict , undeniably has a thing for the med student she keeps at her side , you .
cw: Afab!medstudent!reader x Attending!Doctor!Sevika , age gap , smut , fingering , fluff , angst , death mentioned , maybe some inaccurate use of medical terms , self harm mentioned , strap-on , cunnilingous , nicknames used such as ; doctor , love, sweetheart , etc.
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âyouâre shameless, loveâ
Doctor!Sevika who always guides your hand when you use a scalpel. You feel the weight of her presence behind you, her fingers a solid precision as the beeping of monitors blur out into a familiar, systematic background.
âEase in. More pressure.â She commanded, her voice composed no matter the situation like a screw that never came unbolted against storms.
You nodded, eyes veering off towards the depths of the scalpel melting into the skin, applying more pressure just like she said.
âLike this?â You whispered out, moving your head to the side to get a glance at her face. You wanted to see her lips move as she praised youâit never failed to make you feel warm inside, even if the words didnât land as soft and butteryâbut cold and acknowledgeable for someone of your skill.
âJust like that.â Her fingers moved over yours, rough hands turned gentle for co-ordination of the scalpel. âGood girl.â
Doctor!Sevika who always steals you from other cases. She barges in the room without blinking an eye at the person, only tracking you like a turret with a personal bone to pick.
âYou, come with me, thereâs a trauma 1 and youâre working on it with me.â
Doctor!Sevika who somehow looks even more sexier at the end of her shift. Her brown hair she holds half up half down grows messyâstrands out of place that were usually so strict in place, eyes looking like theyâre attached to dumbbells, and yet, you canât keep your eyes off of her.
Doctor!Sevika who expects you to answer her questions no matter what youâre doing.
Youâre surveying the severity of a life-threatening situation, walking around the gurney with practiced ease as Sevika strides in, watching like an overseeing hawk.
âWhat med do we give them?â She questions you directly, pulling on a pair of gloves and letting them snap against her thick, bruising fingers as she walks over.
âEpinephrine 1:10,000, one milligram for cardiac arrest.â You didnât look up at her.
âCorrect.â
Doctor!Sevika who smokes outside of the hospital by the ambulances at bay. She liked the nicotine rush. Liked the feeling of the smoke grazing her lungs despite knowing in depth what it did. Or maybeâjust maybe, she liked when you would come out for a break, panting as if you were on the midst of a breakdown, and immediately straighten up when you see her, aiming to make a dry joke about her addiction to smoking beneath it all.
âSmoking, doctor?â You managed to catch your breath, making the words come out slippery and airless. âThought youâd know betterâŠâ you shot her a sheepish smileâone that was supposed to be teasing, but your face was too exhausted in pouting lines to move sharply into real amusement.
âNone of us know better in reality, we chose to work here, after all.â Sevika scoffed, though you sawâor hoped, and begged, that your words landed right as you saw her upper lip twitching north momentarily.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you break news to a patientâs loved oneâs alone. She can see the hollowness prolonging your face after losing a patient. One as young as a teenagerâshe sees the familiar blame, the guiltâthe nauseating shame of needing to do something more than you could have done. It was a baggage she had learnt to leave at doors.
Doctor!Sevika who takes up a lot of space in the ER, bouncing between rooms like she was made to save lives. Despite the scrubs she wears, hiding any trace of body underneath, stethoscope loose around the neck, she never fails to be everywhere all at once, even if you told yourself that wasnât possible.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you overwork yourself.
Your arms ache, pain springing through it like stabbing needles from the chest compressions that never seemed to bring back even a faint pulse. Sweat created a sheen like layer over your skin, reflecting fluorescent light like a beam of a flashlight. The patientâs face becomes blurry in front of you, chapped lipsâblood stained across their face. You couldnât lose another one. Couldnât afford anymore blood on your hands for the sake of your sanity.
Your fingers trembled, echoed voices directing information before a familiar one cut through.
âSwitch. Now.â
You looked up swiftly. Your breathe staggered, head shaking.
âIâm fine.â You retorted back sharply, letting out a pant.
âThis isnât about you this is about the patient. Youâre losing quality. Laura, switch with her now.â She waved her hand dismissively towards you, another doctor moving past you as you stumbled back. Her words were harsh and cold, but nothing could match her eyes landing onto yours amongst the storm.
âTake ten.â
âIâm fine.â You repeated, stepping closer to the end of the patient as your eyes scanned over them again.
Whatever Sevika was thinking behind her grey eyes; it was clear she wasnât having your refusal. She stepped closerâdangerously close, intimately close, brushing a hand against your arm.
âI said take. Ten.â
Doctor!Sevika who started driving you home after your shifts has finished. You were waiting for another nurse to sign off for the day, leaning against the car-park as the weariness of the day that had burrowed itself deep within you starting to slither out.
You let out a tired sigh, the loneliness of the shifts always felt daunting after losing a patient. But it was inevitable. You heard the same lines everyday.
âItâs not your fault.â
âDonât let it get to you.â
âLeave the baggage when you come through the door.â
âYou did all you could. Thereâs nothing more you couldâve done.â
But that gnawing hollowness inside of you was interrupted by a flash of head-lights. You looked up, seeing that familiar stature with gripped fingers against the steering wheel.
Sevika.
She didnât speakâdidnât bother to roll down her windows against the soft patter of the rain, only nodded her chin towards the passenger seat, unlocking the car with a subtle click.
Doctor!Sevika who , very dangerously, lets the line slip between professional and unprofessional. One too many times sheâs dropped you off now, and each time she does she keeps getting closer and closer to your apartment, walking you inâtaking a coffee for herself, smoking outside despite the winds disallowing the lighter to work for several minutes. It becomes to a point where you just invite her in. You were exhausted. Drained. Witnessed two deaths while the other three became your own. A busy day for the ED meant your barriers lowered, seeking out a warmth you thought youâd never getâwhich was undeniably Sevika. And after long, lilting glances, an emergency room made up of your equally as short glances and awaiting praise from Sevika, the tension became a presence the whole department could feel.
Doctor!Sevika who had to have you. Little visits became more profound. Her keys sometimes left on the side of your nightstandâher bag left at the front of the house, and her strap she purposely left at home for you to use left tangled on the bed.
Ever since things got seriousâand you were occasionally switched out for night shifts, Sevika became almost snappy with the rest of the staff when she couldnât order her favourite little thing around. Instead, during breaksâsheâd FaceTime you, already expecting you to be up, and coerce you into angling the phone just right where she could see you bouncing on her strap, whining like a pathetic mess for her.
âSevvyâŠcome home,â you whimpered out, squishing your own breast as you heard her suck up a deep breath on the other side. But you were meant with a perilous coldness that felt too personal just for you.
âTch. You have a lot of audacity, love.â She drawled, watching the phone. âBe a good girl and fuck yourself fâme. yeah baby?â
Doctor!Sevika who insists on doing âpelvic examsâ on you.
You know youâre soaking. She knows it as well. And yet you still drag your soddened panties down, wiggling off your trousers to kick them to the side.
âPart your legs.â Sevika hummed, letting her fingers skim over your upper-thigh, trailing further inwards towards the heat radiating off of you.
âYour pussy has no self control, does it?â Her steel eyes snapped to your face, her fingers sliding through your folds, collecting the slick there. âNot around me, anyways.â She smirked crookedly, letting her thumb rub slow circles on your clit.
You breathe hitched, hips pistoning forward against her fingers. So cold. Always so rigid like frost over your usually-warm body. âSev..â you whinedâa sound that reverberated from wall to wall.
âTender, sweetheart?â She moved forward, easing two fingers into your weeping hole as they stuffed your cunt until they were full with her fingers. She knew exactly where to hitâhow to hit, how to push and pull her fingers inside of you, watching you leak deliciously around her. âSo sensitive for meâŠyou have a thing for your attending, darling?â She shook her head, smirking to herself, before she wiped it off her face completely.
âHow unprofessional.â She tutted, smacking your pussy as quick as her fingers had just entered you. âIâm just doing an exam, love.â
Doctor!Sevika who is always moaning at you to do your charting. You always want to skim around the generic workâbut being more hands on meant recording everything else much frequently in bigger chunks. And you hated itâŠoccasionally. The only reason you wouldnât hate it was because it got Sevikaâs attention. She turned to behind you, giving you an expecting look that meant trouble for later if you didnât do as she said.
Doctor!Sevika who lets you break down in her arms after youâve suppressed everything all day. Sheâs warmâfeels like home beneath muscles you rarely got to see.
âSh sweet thing, you did well fâme today.â She mumbled into your neck, her breathe warm against it as your frame trembled against her.
âI did well? I-I lostâŠI-â you couldnât bring yourself to say it. Words that felt too heavy even grief couldnât compete in that moment. A feeling of utter despair.
âWho you lost doesnât equal to your performance. Even then, you were excellent.â
Doctor!Sevika who occasionally breaks down with you. Sevika is a tough women who prides herself on staying composed no matter the situation, but whenever kids and children where involved, and loss followed, it always seemed to be the burrow of her day.
âIâŠâ the warm lighting of your apartment lamp glowed directly onto Sevikaâs face, smoothing away the prominent lines that would usually be there. And even then, the melancholy engulfing her features was hard to miss. âI had two patients. One six. One ten years older,â she swiped the edge of her nose with her thumb, leaning forward, elbows planted atop her knees. âSisters, in a bad car crash.â
You stayed silent in these moments. It was rare an attending would break like this, especially someone like Sevika. Her voice was hoarse, unmistakable shakiness erasing the roughness of it.
âCouldnât save them.â She finishedâgrey eyes like dull clouds hugging the floor ground, the tilt of her head avoiding the chase of light, bringing back those harsh lines that was like a remnant of the ED taken home with her.
You watched her hunched figure, eyes passing between the side of her face glowing in the light, and the other side shielded by the past.
âSev,â you whisperedâa nickname you gave her, even at work where other med students teased you about it, slipping from your tongue as you moved from the opposing sofa to sit next to her. But now the nickname felt more intimate. Felt more reserved for you and her only. âI knowâŠâ you let out a little empty laugh, faking flat in the air around. âI know youâve heard thisâŠso many times but..â you gulped, looking towards her. âI mean..I know I have butâŠitâs not your fault. You did everything you couldâve possibly done.â
You expected her to scoff. Expected her to roll out a cigarette that would burn her lungs into numbing her emotionallyâbut it didnât come. Nothing came. Except for one sentence.
âYou know, I only believe it when you say it.â
Doctor!Sevika who makes you exam her body late after shiftsânight hitting the bar when youâre both alone in the apartment. Youâre stripped of your clothes, wanting to writhe and moan atop of her as she lays before you, in the same state of undress.
You started at her neckâgoing into the anatomy, the potential problemsâthe way it works, all the while she kept a vibrating buzzing against your pussy
âFocus.â Sheâd snap, watching you try to grind down against her. âHow are you going to be a doctor if you canât focus under pressure?â
Doctor!Sevika who notices your self-destructive behaviour after a particular gruelling day. You donât know how many patients youâve lost across an almost fifteen hour-shift, but the day came together into one solid thing; pure turmoil. Drinking. Self harming. Pushing and pulling against her. No matter what though, Sevika will always be there for you.
âIâm not going anywhere.â Sheâd stand firmly in your apartment, watching tears travel down your face as if racing against each other. âIf you think this will make me leave, you obviously believe Iâm in the wrong profession.â
Doctor!Sevika who loves washing the grime off of your body after a long day. Youâre half asleep, eyes half-lidded as she kneads your breast beneath her palm.
And you just let her. You let this older womanâwith more experience than you and others combined, wash away the troubles on your body. Itâs only when she trails her kisses down your body, ending up at your clit where she eagerly makes out with it, so you fully wake up.
âMmâŠsweet girl.â Sheâd groan against you. âSweetest thing iâve had all day.â
Doctor!Sevika who rarely teases you when youâre both working. Sheâs focusedâthe same stern doctor who you had a crush on before all the confrontation, and itâs only occasionally where her warnings come off as a promise for what sheâll do to you later.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets any other attending or patient doubt you.
âAre you sure she should be doing this-â
Sevika cuts them off without so much as acknowledging them, scrubs heavy on her skin. âDo it.â She nods towards you, before leaving the room to supervise elsewhere.
Doctor!Sevika who loves the late-nights of eating takeaway and binge-watching a tv show when you both canât sleep. You both know the reason why. In and out of shifts without a wink of sleep would do that to you sometimesâand the trauma of the hospital sometimes haunted your home.
Doctor!Sevika who will finger you to sleep, mumbling about some, âI canât have my favourite resident lacking sleep. Rest, sweetheart.â All while her fingers gently coerce you to sleep, cooing against that sweet spot inside of you that made you melt to mush.
Doctor!Sevika who knows when youâre trying to deflect the pain after a shift. You both ended up at your apartment again, the door slamming shut as a thickening silence comes through the home.
âSev?â You looked up, pulling the bag of your back as you grasped onto her wrist, pulling her into a kiss that felt too demanding, even for you.
She raised an eyebrow for a moment, sliding her lips over your own before she pulled backâthe taste of coffee and a shared cigarettes lingering on your tongues.
âNot now, sweetheart. Letâs get some food in you, yeah?â She sees your fingers trembling, but you reluctantly let go of her, eyes watering as she leads you through your own home with practised ease. âI want to, trust me I do. But you need to process this.â
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you out of her sight during work after hearing about you losing another patient. Sheâs like a constant camera tracking you, telling you to âtake tenâ, âtake fiveâ, to âgo homeâ when it got too much. She cared too much, and it ended up being the thing that softened her fully.
Doctor!Sevika who ends up loving you unconditionally.