i love that you’re doing blurbs to celebrate 5k (congratulations on that btw ypu sosososo deserve it!!)
what about some fried chicken sandwiches and chase ants (is that how you write this request lol?) for fem!jay? Seeing the reader freak out about jays injury hurt so good but i think it would kill me, in a positive way, to see jay absolutely lose her shit over reader being injured in any way. thanks a bunch, much love :))
thx for requesting <3 fem!hockey jason x fem!reader. tw mild injury, fall, drunk guy, scared jay, reader being emotionally and physically horny for her gf (what else is new).
hockey jay masterlist
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It's the end of a game. New York won, you and Marcy screamed your throats hoarse, and now you're waiting for Jay to find you in the bleachers. You scan the crowd below, eyes keen for your gorgeous girlfriend in her jersey. People squeeze past you on the stairs, and you hold the railing and stay close.
"There she is!" You wave at Jay, who's surrounded by some of her teammates. She waves back.
You turn to Marcy, about to ask if she sees Shauna, when someone knocks into you from behind. You scramble for the railing, your knees hitting it hard. But you lose your footing and fall instead. Your shoulders collide with the bleacher stairs, and you end up on your back, sprawled across the stairs.
Marcy is the first one in your eyeline. She's cursing repeatedly, sliding her hands under your back to help you sit up. You're dazed and in pain, eyes watering from the impact. She helps you sit up, facing the rink, and that's when you see Jay taking the stairs two at a time, barking at anybody in her way.
She first grabs the guy who must've knocked into you by his shirt collar.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" she snaps at him. "What, is it your first day on earth? You hurt my wife, asshole!"
He shouts back something unintelligible, probably drunk. You really don't want her to get into a fight and kick anyone's ass. As annoyed as you are, you know he didn't push you on purpose.
"Jay," is all you can say, weakly reaching for her. Marcy's the only one keeping you from slumping forward like a sack of potatoes. There's a little blood on both of your knees where you scraped them.
"Jay," Marcy says urgently, drawing her attention. "She needs you."
Instantly, Jay lets go of the guy and kneels to your aid. Security comes quickly and pulls him out of the stadium. Now it's just the three of you... and about five thousand fans watching Jay fret over you.
"I'm fine," you say, but Jay ignores you, scooping you up and setting you down across two seats. Your legs are propped on the armrest. She checks your head first, hands going to your temples. Jay moves a finger in front of you, and you follow it a few times before closing your eyes.
"Jay—"
"Does your head hurt? Are you dizzy?"
"No, it's just my knees." Your ribs are definitely bruised, but that'll freak her out more. You try to use your more tender tone when you say, "Baby, I'm fine."
Jay cups the back of your knees, panic splitting her face. "That's blood." She looks absolutely devastated by this. "Let's go see the medic."
You wince, glancing at the three rows of people behind and ahead of you, watching in fascination. Many of them have their phones out. You'll probably see a clip and cringe at how you look in this moment while simultaneously adoring how concerned Jay is.
For now, you're just embarrassed. Marcy looks at you sympathetically, behind Jay.
"Jay, maybe we can wait till the crowd clears," Marcy suggests.
Jay stands, hands on her hips. "Yo! Is everybody gonna stay in their seats until she gets down the stairs?"
"Oh my God," you mumble as several fans nod, give a thumbs up, and yell back yeses.
Jay nods like she expected everyone to follow her lead without question, and if you weren't bruised, you'd probably dwell on the hotness of that. The thought still passes, though you're unable to give it its due diligence because Jay's sliding her hands under your thighs and back, about to pick you up again.
You quickly stand, face hot. "Jay, I can walk myself."
She looks you over. "Sure?"
"I am not some princess who needs to be carted around," you say, as tempting as it is to let Jay, who easily tackles women twice your size, carry you for the rest of the night.
But if you want to help prove that you really are okay, you need to walk. She's still looking at you like you might collapse any second.
You squeeze past her and begin to walk down the bleachers, holding the railing. Your knees sting, but it's not the end of the world.
"Simmons, on her back," Jay says, and Marcy obediently follows behind you. Jay jogs down to walk in front of you, hand outstretched in case you need it.
"Didn't know I had my own secret service detail," you say, laughing.
"If they were still out here, I'd get the whole team to walk you down," Jay says.
You roll your eyes. "For a couple of bruis—oh!"
Your left knee buckles, weak from the collision. Jay grabs you, arm around your waist. She doesn't let go for the remaining steps.
"I gotcha, sweetheart," she murmurs, voice slightly shaky. "Doin' great. Take it easy."
You finally make it off the bleachers, and Jay leads you through the players' entrance. You're about to ask if this is allowed, but it doesn't seem like anyone is going to try and stop Jay if it isn't.
"I'll go find Shauna and meet you outside," Marcy says when you get to the first aid room. She touches your arm. "You okay?"
You nod, smiling. "I'm tough. Tie my own sneakers and everything."
She winks. "Know you are. Jay?"
"Yeah," Jay says, still holding you close. "My phone's on, just call. Thanks, Mars."
Jay takes you inside and sits you down on a bench. She points out your bloody knees. An older woman in a paramedic uniform gets to work instantly.
"Some fuckin' bozo crashed into her on the bleachers," Jay says, arms crossed as she watches you both. "Can you look her over, Lu?"
"Of course I can," Lu—short for Lucy, as her ID badge shows—says, pulling up a chair to inspect you.
She does a few concussion tests, checks your head, your neck. Then she cleans your skinned knees and sticks on thick, rectangular bandages. You wince at the antiseptic and Jay takes your hand.
"Squeeze as hard as y'need, baby," she says quietly.
You're a little embarrassed in front of Lucy, but she just smiles, evidently endeared. Maybe it's well-known on the team just how much Jay Todd loves her girlfriend.
"You're okay," Lucy tells you. "No concussion. Ice the backs of your knees. If anything changes or if the pain worsens, go to the hospital."
"Y'sure?" Jay asks, chewing her cuticle. You want to reach over and swat her hand away.
"I'm sure, Jay," Lucy says, smiling. "It's good you brought her, but she's fine. Just monitor her for the rest of the night."
Great. You'll have Jay on you like a hawk today. She probably will herd you into bed and keep you there like the world's most annoying sheepdog.
"I'll watch her," Jay says. "Thanks, Lu."
Lucy smiles. "Anytime. Good game today." She looks at you. "Feel better."
"Thanks," you say.
She leaves, and it's just you and Jay. You crane your neck—she's on the Uber app.
"Jay, your apartment is a ten minute walk from here." It is, in fact, where you walked from, to the arena, earlier tonight.
"Yeah, and? You're not walkin' in your condition."
"In my condition? Baby, I got a few bruises, I didn't split my head open."
"You cut your knees. 'S not safe."
You sigh. There's no use arguing when she's like this. You're accustomed to Jay getting dinged up at games, and you've forgotten that she's not used to seeing anyone else hurt. Least of all you.
"That guy had something wrong with him," she says as she waits for the available drivers to load. "Sprintin' down the stairs like that. Fuckin' jerk."
"He could've been more aware, but it's not like he did it on purpose," you say.
She makes a noise that tells you she doesn't want to argue, but she also doesn't agree regarding who deserves the blame. Jay sits next to you on the bench, and you lean against her shoulder. She immediately puts her arm around you, then bends down and kisses the top of your head.
"You called me your wife," you say.
You feel her freeze. "Oh, uh, yeah." She clears her throat, rising. "I, um... sorry."
You pick your head up to look at her. "What're you sorry for, Jaybee?"
Her cheeks are tinged rose. "Just slipped out. Didn't mean to."
"Would you, though?"
"Would I what?"
"Make me your wife."
Jay drops her phone into her lap. Her eyes are wide. Your heart beats faster as you watch her watch you. Her mouth makes shapes as they find words.
"I—" She swallows. "Yeah. If you wanna marry me."
You lean in, glancing at her lips, then back at her eyes. Your voice is soft as you say, "I'd love to be your wife, Jay."
"Oh. Like... now?"
You grin. "Whenever you ask me, I'll say yes."
"Right. Okay. Cool." Jay's phone chimes and she almost smacks it out of her lap. She fumbles to unlock it. "Uber's here."
You stand, and she follows, holding your arm even though Lucy gave you the all-clear. She texts Marcy with one hand, letting her know where you'll be.
"'M glad you're okay," she says as you walk out and down the hall. "Was so scared. When I saw you on the steps..." Her voice trembles.
You rub her arm with your other hand. "I know, Jaybee. But I really am fine. It was nothing like any of your falls."
She pushes open the exit doors and letting go of you long enough so that you can go first. Jay immediately picks your arm back up when you're outside as you wait at the pickup stop.
"Yeah, but those falls are expected. This was..." She shakes her head. "Should let me carry ya 'round like a princess all day long."
You laugh, squeezing her forearm to your chest. "And how would you play hockey?"
"Well, I'd have to swap shifts with someone. Although..."
She turns to you and gently cups the small of your back, pulling you in so she can kiss you. It's softer than her usual post-game kisses. Jay especially loves to kiss you fast and hard after a win, a thrill that never gets old.
But she's careful now, wary of your bruises, like you are with her after games and practices.
You're still breathless when Jay breaks the kiss. She kisses your cheek and your jaw before pulling away.
"Although," she continues, looking at you like she sees nothing and no one else. "I'd get a little jealous of whoever got to carry my wife when I'm not around."
Your breathing hitches at my wife. You can tell Jay notices. Already, you can hear her saying hi, pretty wife and lemme eat my wife like she needs when she's sure you aren't hurt and can take her on top of you once more.
You want her on top of you right now, but aside from the fact that it's public indecency, Jay is not going to put all her weight on you and finger you until you cry tonight. Tomorrow, though... tomorrow, you'll have her wear the strap and ride her until your spine gives out.
"Well, I wouldn't let anybody's hands on me except for my wife's," you say, and that elicits a shiver from Jay.
"Your wife," she says, reverent.
You kiss Jay until the Uber comes, thinking about how good the world is to give you a wife who'll put you on your feet every time.
ellis smut pleasepleasepleasepleaseeaseepleaseeaseease!!!!!! pretty please with a cherry on top
park ellis smut headcannons | cishet men & minors dni
✿ ellis was always teasing & fun at work, picking at langdon occasionally. at first, it was the same for you. picking at you for being tired while charting, until you started picking at her back. she liked it, and since that day; things have changed.
✿ she was obsessed with you. kissing at your face anytime you smile, taking pictures of you all the time, & was soft hearted around you. it was something trinity always teased her about, and she'd insist it's nothing. it was definitely something.
✿ couldn't get enough of your whimpers and whines when she was inbetween your thighs. holding ur hand gently, contrary to her mouth on you, muttering about how you can take it a little longer. just 'cause she wanted to hear your whimpers.
✿ she'd kiss you passionately no matter what, not just sexually! she was obsessed with your face. you were gorgeous in every state you were in. she couldnt not have her hands on you. even if it was just playing with ur hair or tapping ur arms absentmindedly..
✿ listened to you no matter what. you pull her by the belt loop? she'll be right there. tell her to go clean something? it's already done. need help picking out an outfit? she definitely got you. she'd put down whatever she's doing for you.
✿ and she may or may not be a perv.. just cause she's obsessed with you! calling you when she isn't home with you, rambling about how much she needs you right now. or giving you her jackets just so you can smell her scent whenever you may need to . . <3
YOUR ORACLE . ⋮ being apart from barbara for a mission leaves you desperate for her voice. based on this request ⋮ pairing ! barbara gordon x fem!reader cw ! phone sex, switch!babs and switch + subtop! reader, slight dumbification, guided masturbation, mentions of girlcock. ⌗ nicknames used : baby, sweetheart, slut, puppy. ⌗ so self indulgent good lord please bear with me 😭 also dialogue heavy....
The safehouse in Blüdhaven was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the window. It had been one long week and nine days of chasing leads across state lines only to end up here, stealthing again for more information.
Dinah and Helena had caught a wrench in their latest lead on the outskirts of the city — swearing they didn’t need backup — while you were left behind, racking your brain on what you all already had to work with. You were exhausted.
The comms link was supposed to be for mission updates only, you remembered that.
But it was late. The safehouse was quiet. And you’d been apart from her for a week and nine days, enough to be translated to a lifetime of missing your girlfriend.
“Oracle,” you murmured, keeping your voice low even though you were alone, as you slipped the tiny earpiece into your ear.
The line clicked open instantly.
“Status?” Barbara’s voice was calm, professional. It made your heart lurch against your ribcage. Oracle. Barbara. Yours.
The woman who coordinated every move from her clock tower, voice calm and commanding in your ear all night. Whatever she said, you followed and wherever she led, you went in blind and trusting.
Your lips parted with no words as the ache settled in. Sure, you’ve heard her voice over the past few days, always watching and guiding you and the girls through the mission — your eyes and ears on the outside.
But you missed her voice in your ear for reasons that had nothing to do with tactical support.
“Talk to me, baby.” Her voice softened into a coaxing whisper. You realized a little too late that your breathing had changed and given your thoughts away. Of course she caught it, when did she not?
“I’m secure. Mission’s on track. Waiting for word from the others.” You paused, rolling onto your back on the narrow safehouse bed. “I just… I really fucking missed hearing you.”
A soft laugh crackled through the comm. It was like honey on a cold night, your skin prickling with warmth. “You’re hearing me right now.”
You sighed. “You know what I mean, Barbie.”
She nearly melted. “I know... I miss having you here too,” she confessed. “The tower’s too quiet without you trying to distract me from my monitors.”
“Is that all I am now?” You teased. “A distraction?”
On the other end of the line you heard a few clicks, her keyboard. “Oh, so you’re needy,” she whispered. You could hear the smile in her voice — that shit eating grin when she had you right where she wanted you. “You should’ve led with that.”
“Don’t start.” You huffed, burying your face in the pillow briefly as you grumbled. “It’s been a week and nine days. You know how much I hate sleeping without you.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Oracle slipped away and it was just Babs, warm and velvety like home. “I keep reaching over for you at night,” she whispered. “Keep thinking about you. The way you kiss me… how your eyes get so teary when you need me.”
You bit your lip as it trembled. “Barbie… I’m aching for you.”
“Tell me where it hurts, sweetheart.”
You shivered. “Between my legs. I’ve been wet since I heard your voice.”
“Mmm. My poor girl. All worked up and no one there to take care of you.” Her tone shifted into that perfect commanding lilt she used when she was running point. “Tell me what you’d do if I were there right now.”
You shifted on the bed, already feeling warm under her imagined gaze. The ache in your abdomen grew hotter by the second, and you squeezed your eyes shut, recalling every curve and contour of her body as if she was right next to you.
“You’re so beautiful,” You breathed, a hand sliding down your stomach and under the waistband of your sleepwear. “I’d pull you on my lap… push those pretty panties down your thighs, and feel how wet you already are for me.” A palm hovered over your clothed cunt. “Are you wet, baby?
“I’m fucking soaked.” She exhaled slowly. “Been like this since you said you missed me the first time.”
“What are you wearing?”
Barbara stifled a giggle at the cliche, but it broke through and you scoffed in her ear. “Oh, fuck you, I’m working with what I have,” you complained. “Tell me, I wanna know.”
The smile remained in her voice, light and teasing. “That Gotham U hoodie you left here a while back.”
“Is your hair down?”
“Perv,” she huffed. “Yes. And no, I’m not wearing panties, I took them off. The glasses too.”
You let out a shaky breath, fingers finally pressing down over your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. The relief was immediate but nowhere near enough. “Fuck, Babs… you’re killing me.”
Barbara hummed approvingly. “Good girl. Spread your legs wider for me. I want you to talk to me, okay?”
You obeyed, thighs falling apart. The cool air hit your soaked cunt and you whimpered, you folds weeping as you rucked your panties down to your ankles.
“Touch your clit, baby. Slow circles. Just like I do with my tongue when I’m teasing you.”
Your fingers slid down, slick and eager. The first gentle rub made you moan her name. “Shit— Barbie…”
“I know, baby. I can hear how wet you are.” Her voice dropped lower. “I’m touching myself too. Grinding my clit into my hand thinking about that pretty pussy. You always get so desperate when you’re away from me.”
One finger on your clit turned into your index and middle, rolling the sensitive bud in figure-eights then pinching it softly between the knuckles. “So good, baby, missing your cute little tits right now… so fucking soft…”
You trembled from the memories of your time together. Barbara beneath you, her pretty tits bouncing as you suckled a sensitive nipple into your mouth.
“I miss you so much,” she rasped, the faint wet sounds of her touching herself came from the other end of the line. “I’m so fucking wet thinking about you. My good girl, touching herself for me miles away. Such a needy slut for Oracle’s voice, aren’t you?”
You whimpered, rubbing tighter circles as your other hand slid up to squeeze one of your breasts as if it was hers. Your hips bucked forward to chase the stimulation.
Barbara’s breathing was getting heavier. “Let me fuck you, puppy. Come on, two fingers inside — stretch that little pussy like I trained you.”
You obeyed instantly, sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt with a wet sound that made Barbara groan softly in approval.
“That’s it… juuust like that,” she praised, her voice husky. “Curl them up, baby. Feel that spot? Right where you need me?”
A broken moan tore from your throat, tears leaking from your eyes as you followed her instructions, pumping slowly at first, then faster, the heel of your palm grinding against your swollen clit. “Babs—fuck, it feels so good… but it’s not enough. I need you.”
“I know, puppy.” Her breathing was ragged now, the faint rhythmic sounds of her fingers moving between her own legs filtering through the comm. “I wish I could be there to see you... Fuck yourself harder for me. I want to hear it. Let me hear how sloppy that pretty pussy gets from my voice.”
You cried, pumping your fingers faster, the obscene wet sounds filling the quiet safehouse as your other hand left your breast to grip the sheets, knuckles turning white. “Barbie… fuck, baby… wanna fuck you so bad— tell me you want it, tell me you want me inside you. Please, please…”
A low, pleased growl came through the comm. “I miss the way you fill me up— hah—! fuck, when you make me ride you til my thighs shake… wish I could bounce my pussy all over yours baby… need you to fuck me like that again.”
That needy, desperate switch in her tone that was almost begging, sent a fresh rush of heat through you. “There’s my girl,” you sighed in ecstasy. “Just needed to turn your fucking brain off for me…”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” she gasped. Her voice cracked beautifully, the wet sounds from her end growing louder and faster. “I need you, I need you so fucking bad, baby.”
You curled your fingers harder, thrusting deep as you took control. “Yeah? You want my cock stretching you open? Fucking up into that cute little cunt?”
“I’d be so good for you… riding you just how you like. Fuck, I miss you using me. Please, baby—fuck me...”
“Atta girl, Barbie….” You added a third finger with a moan, the stretch burning so perfectly. “Fuckin brat, you had your fun.”
Barbara whimpered at your tone.
“I know what you need.” You moaned. “Do it harder. Play with your clit for me.... Rub it fast while you finger that pretty cunt. I want you to imagine my cock buried inside you, pounding you deep while I hold your hips down.”
A high, broken sound escaped her lips, echoing in the tower’s halls that made your own pussy clench around your fingers.
“I’m—hah—I’m doing it. Feels so good… I’m so close already. You always make me lose it when you get like this.”
You fucked yourself harder, hips bucking off the bed as you withdrew your fingers and focused on your clit, chasing that edge right alongside her.
A sharp cry cut through the comm, followed by a string of breathy curses. “Baby—! I’m gonna cum—fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard—”
“Not yet,” you whined, even as your own breathing grew ragged. Then, softer, almost pleading, the plea in your tone clear. “Wait for me, baby. I wanna cum with you— I’m almost there, just hold on—”
The sloppy wet sounds of your arousal splashing and making mess from how rough you were made Barbara’s his shake with need. “You’re so good— so fucking good. Fuck yourself like that. Harder, baby— cum for me, cum all over my pussy.”
You shrieked, grinding faster, your poor clit throbbing from the overstimulation. “Babs—Barbie— fuck, I need you—”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, fingers pumping faster, each squelching sound making your eyes roll. “I’m yours— only yours—”
That raw, possessive edge in her voice mixed with total surrender sent you spiraling as you ground your palm against your swollen clit, thighs shaking violently as your climax began to crash through you. “Fuck—! Oh god, I’m gonna cum— cum for me, Barbie—”
Her orgasm hit her hard as you cried out her name, thighs shaking while she clenched around her fingers, hips jerking and voice hoarse with a low, throaty moan. Her head tipped back as she rode her own hand through it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You moaned her name like a prayer, your pussy pulsing hard around your fingers as slick heat spilled down your thighs and onto the sheets, making a mess. “Jesus Christ— I’m shaking—”
“Ride it out, baby,” Barbara cooed, lightheaded and glowing.
For a long minute afterwards, the only sounds were your shared, ragged breathing and the faint city traffic outside.
Finally, she let out a soft, wrecked little laugh in your ear, the soft thump of her forehead hitting the keyboard making you smile. “Holy shit… I think I saw stars.”
You smiled, slowly pulling your hand away with a shiver, your body still tingling. “Mmm. Same. You sound so fucking pretty when you cum for me.”
“And you sound even prettier when you’re bossing me around,” she teased, voice warm and sated, full of affection. “Since when are you so mean to me?”
You chuckled, chest heaving. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Oracle. Can’t let you stay in control all the time.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She hummed happily, a faint wet pop sound on the other end. “I like it when you take care of me.”
The silence between you two settled with the warmth of the afterglow.
“You okay over there?” You eventually murmured, and she murmured an ‘mhm’ back to you.
“You should go clean up and get some actual sleep.” Barbara said, soft but firm. “You’ve got watch later.”
“Back to business even after you just came your brains out,” you murmured fondly. “How romantic”
“You love it.”
“I do. I really do.” You paused, heart full. You paused for a moment, then sighed. “I love you, Barbie. Miss you like crazy.”
“I love you more,” she whispered, soft and sincere. “Just hurry home to me, okay? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“...Right,” you laughed. “I’ll behave.”
The silence settled again, and neither of you spoke between the sounds of heavy breathing.
As the line remained open and the minutes passed, Barbara’s breath soon turned even and slow, her comforting presence in your ear taking you under as exhaustion finally settled over you like a warm blanket.
LOVED your piercer!Sevika and come with an idea of : dykes on bikes sevika for pride month!!!!
biker!sevika 🤤🤤🤤
Authors note₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩: Happy pride, pretty! I’m delighted to start off pride with this idea. I love you all lots, and I’m so appreciative of the support on this page from all my queer daisies🫀
Warnings: harassment, flirting, just fluffy gunk.
Parades n’ Prowlers
It wasn’t your first rodeo, but it was for your new best friend of officially one year. She was a baby gay as of recent. What other way to celebrate when the new season crashes with waves of new opportunity and color?
“C’mon! You don’t even do anything on Fridays.”
“I..I don’t know.”
You gave the pout special that almost everybody fell for. A 92..93% chance of winning someone over.
“Pleaseeee, oh please! I don’t want us to celebrate with some..I dunno. Some cake with a half-assed rainbow. There’s literally a whole crowd of supporters!”
“Okay—“
“You’d be missing out if you didn’t!”
“Fine! Oh my god, fine. Fine.” The seriousness in her tone was easily replaced by effortless laughter.
You offered up an old crop top you wore a few parades back with a flat printout of a scissor. Straight forward and self explanatory, but it looked cute on her.
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“Fuck. I don’t know. Does this top look stupid on me? I don’t know if jeans is too simple to be out there.”
“Baby, we’re already in the crowd. S’a little too late to ask me that.
She frowned. You took the hint and stammered for your words back.
Besides! You look stunning. A fem would totally ask you out.”
“You love bullshitting me.”
“You’re such a party pooper. You look great, point blank.”
You felt confident in your outfit. Maybe it was the color scheme? Or maybe, it was the numerous girls complimenting you back to back.
The best thing about being in a queer dominant field was the community.
The worst was having hagglers stuck in your business, the feeling of conspicuous caramel gripping in between your teeth being an inseparable similarity.
Alongside the parade swaying down came protestors with sigh worthy signs.
It only did get on your nerves once an older man stopped down onto the street, your side of the street with a megaphone and bible in hand.
It rang in your ear like crazy.
“Lead not into temptation, child. You could be of greatness, yet you align yourself with nothing but sin.”
You whined.
“Holy fuck, could you be any louder?!”
“I’m not loud unless I need to be. And in this state, I advise you all turn to greatness before you’re damned in hell.”
Your peripheral vision showed a shaken up best friend, already tucking her fan away.
No. He was not ruining your friend’s first pride. Or your ear range.
Just as you were ready to turn and confront him, you heard a bike rumble and cut the distance between you two.
Tall. Buff. Wife pleaser with unevenly sewed patches. Unforgettable musk. The helmet didn’t come off just yet as a muffled voice growled dominance in the heat.
“Fuck off. Ain’t your business of who’s goin’ to hell or not. You’re bothering the girl for no reason.”
The confrontation was thankfully enough for him to temporarily stray from his megaphone.
“I absolutely have reason! She is clearly stumbling into sin. You all are.”
“Yeah! Is that your life to dictate? I don’t think so.”
“It’s not mine, but the gods created each of these..filthy—“
“You finish that sentence and you’ll find yourself at the gates of hell in the next two minutes.”
She towered over him. It was quite unfair if a quarrel ever occurred. The man stumbled over his words before cursing under his breath and walking towards the other protestors.
You turned your head up to what you thought could be heaven.
The woman took the helmet off, a swaying choppy bob and a shaven undercut was released into the cool breeze.
Stone gray eyes darted down to you.
You?
“Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. You ladies all good?”
Your friend immediately nudged you for a phrase. Something. Anything for you to get out your trance.
“A-ah. Uhm. Yes. Thank-thank you.”
She took the hint, smirking down at your friend before you.
“Names Sevika. Am I allowed to get yours or…will that be occupied?”
A pink daze blurred your face.
“‘You askin’ if I’m single?”
“Yes, angel. I am. Smart girl.”
You smile, poking your friend to give you a minute to yourself. As much as you babied her throughout the parade, you secretly knew she got the hang of it and was clearly talking to others beside her.
“I am.”
The woman clicked her tongue, smiling to the crowd afar. It made her labret much more visible before she turned back to you.
“You wouldn’t mind if I gave you a little shortcut up the line then..right?”
“Goodness. And feel a better breeze?”
You teasingly asked while clearly checking out your view.
“I’d love that.”
“Hop on f’me, angel.”
You didn’t hesitate to hold her waist while propping yourself up. She felt so warm. It didn’t help that you were under a sweltering sun and horrible nerves. Sevika secretly adored it.
“Hold tighter. Don’t want ya slippin’.”
You held as tight as you could as her bike roared on the side of the street. You rested your head on her back, yelling up at her.
“I was too—ah! I was too nervous to say how beautiful you looked up there.”
“What’d ya say, beautiful?!”
“U-uh! Nothing!”
Sevika silently chuckled underneath her helmet. She absolutely heard you. She just wanted to hear you stammer again.
The evening was a gift that kept giving: a friend that officially went to her first pride, protestors being a bit silent for the first time, and digits from probably the hottest biker you’ve ever laid eyes on.
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