#i love this chair...table...two-people mount

[catiuapavel]

(gentle tea sip)

[deenmesh]

COME TO BED WITH ME !

— in which you wake up to find your sheets cold and your boyfriend missing.

۶ৎ gn!reader x nanami kento. just pure fluff, domestic couple life between reader and kenny. these two are disgustingly in love.

Eyes flickering, you were stirring awake. Your arm instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed where your Kento was sleeping soundly. But when your hand only felt the cold, wrinkled sheets of where your boyfriend was, you sit up slowly, vision adjusting to the darkness of the room.

Your brows furrowed, confused where Kento might be, you turned to the bedside table to grab your glasses. Your eyes flickered to the clock and it said 2:47 AM. You stand up, putting on your robe before walking out the room to find your seemingly nocturnal boyfriend.

You find him in the room you both turned into an office in your shared apartment. He was surrounded by papers, his glasses slipping down his nose, and his hair ruffled. Exhaustion painted his features, his brows furrowed, and you can see him blinking more rapidly than usual as a way to fight sleep.

You carefully open the door as to not startle him and enter the office. Kento looks up immediately, his features soften when he sees you in your robe, sleepily rubbing your eyes under your frames.

“Kento, sweetheart, why are you awake?” You said, walking up to him slowly. “Did I wake you up, my love? I’m sorry.” Kento looks apologetic, as if he disrupting your sleep was a crime—which to him, it is.

You stop in front of him and lean on the edge of his desk, looking down at him sleepily and softly. He looks up at you with such softness, it makes your heart melt. He leans back on his chair, his hands situating themselves in your hip while you wrap your arms around his neck.

Your fingers gently scrape the ends of Kento hair, “Why are you working, my love? Come back to bed with me, I miss you.” You whispered to him, an intimate bubble forming around the two of you despite being the only two people who lives in this house.

Kento sighs, leaning forward to lay his head on your chest. The beating of your heart and the subtle lift of your chest with each breath grounds him instantly. You move your hand on the top of his head, caressing his hair as he nestled himself on top of your heart.

Then you feel his head move as he whispers, “…You have no shift tomorrow.” Confused, you look down at him and gently lift his head so that he is looking up at you with those soft eyes only you had the privilege of seeing.

“If I finish all of these reports and papers right now, I can submit them in the morning and stay at home with you all day.” Kento explained, burrowing his face on your chest, causing the last few words to be muffled but you got them nonetheless. You smile softly, lifting his head from your chest and kissing his forehead, then his nose, then a small peck on his lips, and another, another, until he is smiling like a fool in love, drunk from your kisses.

“That’s so sweet of you, my love,” you mumbled on his forehead, “do you need my help?” You say, pulling back to look at him with that smile that never fails to undo him. He shakes his head, “No, darling, I can handle, it’ll be quick.” He pecks your lips immediately when he noticed you were about to protest.

You refuse to go to bed without him, so you opted to sit on the couch in his office with a book in your hand. His office was a mix of him and you, it was his office but on the other side was your library. It consisted of a couch between two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. He wanted the two of you to share a haven together even when one of you were busy, wanted to have you close even when you were lost in the worlds between your books and he was lost between mounts of workload.

Kento looks at you from time to time, as if the sight of you grounds or calms him when his work gets too frustrating. He would rub his hands on his face furiously, but one look at you peacefully reading with your headphones on was enough to release all the tension in his body and go back to his work, stress-free.

You didn’t notice you fell asleep until you felt careful hands remove the headphones on your head and the book that fell on your chest. Then you felt arms—warm, loving, his arms—wrap under your knees and behind your neck to lift you into his embrace.

You make a movement to stand and walk with him, but his arms around you got firmer as you hear his soft voice. “Shh, stay asleep, love, I got you.” You don’t argue with him, you just hummed, leaning into his chest as he leads you both to bed.

He gently places you on the edge of the bed, removing your robe for you and hanging it on the rack. When Kento leaves to prepare for bed, you crawl to your pillows, mumbling about your soft, soft pillows calling your name.

When you face plant on the pillow, groaning in pleasure at the soft, cold fabric, you hear his soft chuckling at your antics as he exits the bathroom. He lays on the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace, holding your hand to his chest with his arm wrapped around your waist. He plants a kiss on your hair.

“Good night, my love, I love you.” He mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “mmmh…good night, kenny.” You mumbled incoherently as you burrow into his chest. He smiles softly when he hears your soft snoring and the stable lifting of your chest. He holds onto you tighter, knowing he gets to hold you like this in the morning without worry.

The last thought in his mind before succumbing to sleep was how he gets to hold you like this forever, with the small ring box tucked away safely in his desk drawer, under the papers that secured his reservation at a resort you both wanted to visit in a long time.

AN: this is like the first fic I ever posted in tumblr so bear with me. MKAY LOVE Y’ALLL🫶🔥

[atomicami]

make you mine

dbf!cowboy!sevika x fem!reader

- summary: you've always had a longing for your dad's best friend ever since she moved into the ranch next door. however, you've had to keep your feelings to yourself out of fear of rejection and for the sake of their friendship. that is...until one night changes everything.

- content: smut MDNI, porn with plot, wild west au, forbidden love trope, age gap (reader is 21, sevika is 40), old town/ranch setting, sevika has her prosthetic arm, sevika only has a soft spot for reader, drinking & gambling, some harassment & violence (bar fight), gentledom!sev, lots of eye contact, sevika becomes very possessive, reader is shy at first but gets bold later on, use of pet names (sweetheart, darlin' etc), fingering & oral (both giving/receiving bc reader and sevika are a pair of munches), heavy scissoring, a little bit of sub!sev if you squint, and a little bit of aftercare in the end if you squint too

so i wrote this fic to try to cure the massive sevika brainrot that i’ve been having lately but it didn’t work…i still need her

You didn’t mean that much to her…or at least that’s what you had thought.

The feelings were innocent at first. It would begin through a small bit of contact, whether she’d accidentally brush her hand over yours or place her hand on the small of your back when mounting you on one of her horses, you’d end up getting chills down your spine and a small spark would start igniting in your chest. As time passed, it became more prominent. Every time she was near you, that same spark only grew more and more, followed by a tension that lingered between the two of you. You weren’t sure if it was just in your head, and you couldn’t tell if she felt the same way…until now.

It was the night before, and the three of you sat at the dining table having a steak dinner that you cooked up. Earlier that day, Sevika had accompanied you to the meat market to get those steaks. She insisted on paying for them and had already handed the cash to the butcher before you could even pull out your wallet. So to return the favor, you decided to invite her over for dinner.

You’re seated at the table, and before you start eating, you first watch as Sevika and your father take the first bites of their plate, hoping that the steaks turned out okay. “How is it?” you ask them. “I tried out a new seasoning this time.”

“It’s delicious, kiddo,” your dad had said, digging into his plate for another bite. “You always know how to make a mean ribeye.”

Sevika sat across from you, reaching out for her utensils. When she had finally taken a bite, a soft groan came from her as she savored the flavor of it. “Damn, this is good,” she added to your dad’s comment. “I might have to start coming over for dinner more often if you’re gonna be cookin’.”

You giggle at Sevika’s comment and look up at her, watching her go in for the next bite. “M’glad you like it, Sev.” Once you’re satisfied knowing that the food turned out well, you adjust yourself in your chair to start eating. As you do so, your boot ends up lightly brushing over Sevika’s leg, and, in an instant, you bring your feet back to yourself. You hope she didn’t notice your accidental contact, but it was clear that she did.

Sevika froze for a moment when she felt your boot brush up against her leg, and she couldn’t help but blush when you had done so. You hadn’t known just yet, but Sevika would also get that same spark inside her every time you were in her presence. She had never felt this way with anyone to begin with, especially with his best friend’s daughter out of all people. On the contrary, she’s mostly seen you like any other girl in her 20s, too young and naive to take seriously. Sure, you were headstrong, but in her eyes, it only added to your recklessness. That was until one particular night last year, when her feelings took a turn she never expected.

It was the night of your 21st birthday, and for a milestone birthday like that, there was no better way to celebrate than a night of drinks and dancing at the dance hall with your friends. You were too drunk to remember most of the events that night, but Sevika sure didn’t forget.

The night had blurred into a dizzying mess of laughter and alcohol, and by the time you found yourself outside the dance hall, your head was spinning. You fumbled for your phone, dialing Sevika’s number with shaky hands. 

Sevika was fast asleep when her phone rang, cutting through the peacefulness the night was bringing her. She let out a groan when she recognized your number. Groggily, she answered, her voice thick with sleep. “What now?”

“Sevika,” you slurred into the phone. ”I need you to come get me…I’m too drunk…please.”

With a sigh, Sevika got off of her bed and threw on her boots. “Fine, just…hang in there, I’ll be right out.” She wasn’t pleased to be pulled out of bed this late, but she couldn’t be one to leave you stranded out on the streets either.

When she arrived, she didn’t waste any time. With a swift motion, Sevika helped you onto the back of her horse, her grip firm as you clung to her. “Jesus, kid, you’re a mess,” she muttered, her tone laced with impatience.

You leaned against her, your head spinning. “You’re so pretty, Sev,” you mumbled, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Like my knight in shining armor.”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied dryly, but there was a faint tug at the corner of her lips as she kept you steady on her horse.

By the time she got you home, you stumbled to the ground upon entrance. Your giggles were uncontrollable, and you were barely able to get back on your feet. Sevika helped you get back up, but her patience was quickly wearing thin. “Keep it down,” she warned, her voice low. “Or else your dad’s gonna wake up.”

You continued to giggle, still not fully aware of what was going on, and she picked you up and guided you to your bedroom. With a sigh, Sevika helped you sit on the edge of the bed, but before she could leave, you suddenly grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and kissed her.

The kiss caught Sevika by surprise. She froze for a moment, then pulled back, her expression unreadable. She stared at you for a moment before gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Go to sleep,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

You lazily kick your boots off and lie down in your bed. You snuggle into your blankets, and your eyelids start to grow heavy. “Sevika…stay with me...” you murmured, the tipsiness sinking in as you instantly drifted off to sleep right after.

Sevika hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on your sleeping state before she sighed, her usual coldness returning. “Just sleep it off, kid.” she mutters, her voice soft but firm. She left your room, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you to fall into a peaceful slumber.

As Sevika arrived back home, she couldn’t help but feel an unfamiliar ache in her chest. The events of the night replayed in her mind—your drunken giggles, the kiss, the way you looked in her eyes with trust and affection. She set her stetson hat down on the table and let out a long sigh, realizing that no matter how hard she tried to keep her emotions together, something had shifted. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

She was starting to catch feelings for you.

Ever since that night, that spark continued to linger inside Sevika when you were around. However, for the sake of your dad, she had to keep herself together and brush it off.

You continue to eat your meal as normal, but you could still feel Sevika’s gaze when you weren’t looking. But every time you look up to see her, she is just concentrated on her plate. But Sevika couldn’t handle keeping her eyes on her plate any longer. 

Sevika called out your name, and you looked up at her, fork still in your mouth. She had her elbow propped up on the table, her human hand holding her fork, which was pointing down at her plate as she spoke. “You doin’ anything tomorrow, by any chance?”

You slowly take your fork out of her mouth and set it down on your plate as you finish chewing. “M’not doing much tomorrow, just my usual chores in the morning, why do you ask?” you reply.

“Well…” Sevika began, trailing off for a bit before continuing. “Was wonderin’ by any chance if you’d like to get drinks tomorrow night? You and me?”

You hesitate for a moment, completely caught off guard by the unexpected invitation. Knowing Sevika, she wasn’t usually the type to hang out with you, especially for something as casual as getting drinks together. Your gaze shifts to your dad, who sits on your right. “As long as it’s okay with my dad, I could go,” you reply.

Sevika turned to look at your dad who was on her left, patiently waiting for his reply. You couldn’t tell, but deep down, Sevika was extremely nervous, not sure of how your father would react to the idea of her asking you out like this. He didn’t think anything of it though, and let it slide. Your dad turned to the two of you. “Well, I guess it won’t be much harm in you two goin’ out for a drink…” He replies.

You smile at your dad’s approval to let you go, leaning in to hug him. “Thanks, Dad,” you tell him, sitting yourself back down. Your dad nods and looks over at Sevika. “I’ll be workin’ late tomorrow though, won’t be back home til’ the early morning. Just make sure to bring her back home safe, all right?” Sevika nods in acknowledgment. “Of course, I’ll make sure she’s back home safe.” She says, giving your dad a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

Once the three of you finished dinner, you gathered up the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, with a bit of Sevika’s help since she offered. Eventually, Sevika had to head back to her place. Even though she lived close by, it still felt like she was miles away from you.

When Sevika got home, she quickly changed and slipped herself into bed. She tried her best to conceal things, but deep down, she couldn’t get the thought of you off her mind. It frightened her just as much to know that you could end up with someone else who wouldn’t treat you and care for you the same way she did. She wanted you all to herself. She wanted to claim you.

She wanted to make you hers.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──.°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The next day passed like an eternity, but before you knew it, the late afternoon had arrived, and your evening was just about to begin.

You sat in your room by your dresser, finishing the touches on your makeup. You decided to dress in light colors for the night, wearing a lavender halter paired with a white skirt and boots, topped off with a white stetson on your head.

You hear a familiar knock at the door, instantly knowing that it was Sevika. It didn’t take her long to wait, within the first minute you were already downstairs and answering the door. You greet her with a smile, admiring the outfit she had picked out for the night. She was beautifully in contrast with you, wearing a deep purple button-up that complimented her olive skin and gray eyes, accompanied by black jeans and boots and a black stetson framing her short hair.

Sevika couldn’t help but take in how beautiful you looked in your outfit, her eyes scanning you from head to toe as she drank your figure in. “You look stunning,” she said, a small smirk growing on her face. 

You blush at Sevika’s comment, shyly looking down at your boots before looking back up at her. “Thanks, Sev, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You tell her with a giggle as you exit your house and close the door shut, and Sevika can’t help but smile back at you once you tell her how good she looks. She holds out her prosthetic arm and places it on the small of your back, guiding behind you as you two walk out of the porch together. You look up ahead in your tracks to see her horse awaiting your arrival, and Sevika whistles behind you to get his attention. Her black stallion trots over to the two of you, and Sevika first assists with mounting you onto him before mounting herself. You scooch closer to her and wrap your arms around her to secure yourself. Your hands clutch her abdomen tightly, and you could’ve sworn you felt her stomach flip when you did so. Once Sevika made sure you were secured onto her, she lightly tapped her heel on the horse’s side, signaling it to move forward.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to get to the bar, about fifteen minutes or so. Once you arrived, you let go of Sevika so she could dismount from her horse and tie him to the nearest post, securing her spot before coming over and helping you get off of him, her hands never leaving your waist until you safely stepped onto the ground. Sevika felt her heart beat faster when she did so. Just the feeling of your waist under her hands was enough to drive her crazy. As for you, you couldn’t help but get a fuzzy feeling in your body when she grabbed your waist, leading you to gently rub your thighs under your skirt to diminish that feeling somehow.

Sevika walked through the batwing doors of the bar with you following behind her, the heavy scent of whiskey and tobacco hanging in the air once you stepped foot. The low murmurs of conversing patrons mix with the clink of glasses and the shuffling of boots on the wooden floor. The piano plays a slow and steady tune, making the atmosphere of the bar feel timeless.

Sevika skims around the bar when suddenly a voice calls her over. “Hey Sev! Care for a round?” the man says with a challenging smirk, holding a deck of cards in his hand. Sevika smirks back at him, taking up the offer. “Oh, you’re on,” she tells him. She was about to head to her poker group but stopped for a moment and turned to you. “Mind grabbing us drinks? You can put it on my tab, my treat.” She tells you with a wink.

You nod with a smile as you signal Sevika off to go to the poker table. The table of men cheered for her when she arrived, patting her heavily on her shoulders before they started the game. Once she’s sat, you head to the bar to order the drinks. The bartender hands you the beers within a few minutes, and you go to the poker table to sit down next to Sevika. She keeps you close by your side as she plays the game with her group.

The both of you go through the first round of drinks pretty fast. Once both of your glasses are empty, you tap Sevika’s shoulder to get her attention. “I’m gonna get another drink, do you want one?” I ask her, pointing at her empty glass. Sevika looks over at you and nods. “Yes, please,” she says, handing you her empty glass. Her eyes move over to her deck of cards and back up to her group. “In fact…” she trails off, sliding her winning cards to the middle of the table. “Get us all another round, on me!” she says as she brings her chips over to her side of the table. The men cheer for her, and a few of them groan as they have lost the game. You smile at her excitement over her win. “All right then, I’ll be back,” you say, getting up from the table and making your way back over to the bar to order the next round. Sevika’s gaze didn’t leave you once you did, and she kept herself close enough to where you were in a line of her sight the whole time.

You look over at Sevika and flash her a smile before turning back, awaiting the next round of drinks. The peace didn’t last long, though, when suddenly a man enters the bar and makes the decision to sit uncomfortably close to you. “Hey there, little lady,” he calls out to you. “You here by yourself?” An uneasy feeling washes over Sevika when she saw the man approach you, not liking the fact that he was invading your space like that. She makes sure to keep an eye on him from the table, her eyes focused on you as she continues playing her game.

You scoot away from him, signaling that you’re not interested in him. “No, I’m with someone.” You tell him, cocking your head to the side and pointing over at Sevika. The man barely glances back at her and rolls his eyes, not even seeing her as a possible threat. “Well, you’re by yourself over here, aren’t ya? Think you could use some company…” The man then places a hand on your bare knee, and it leads you to pull your knee away from him. “No, thank you, m’not interested.” you reply.

Sevika’s eyes stay glued to the man and his movements. She knew you could take care of yourself, but the thought of you being close to such a sleazy guy like him made her blood boil. It took everything within her to compose herself, keeping her cool as she remained seated at the poker table.

Things begin to heat up a bit, and your voice starts to rise. “I already told you, sir, m’not interested.” You get off the bar stool, and he does the same. He corners you against the wall, and a sick feeling starts to grow in your stomach. “C’mon, little lady, I can show you a real good time.” He continues to push through you, and before you can say no, his hand trails up your skirt and squeezes your ass, which causes you to raise your hand and slap him across the face in an instant motion. “I fucking said no, asshole!” you shout back at him.

That was the last straw for Sevika. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her entire body shook from rage and anger from what she had just seen. Instantly, she rises from her seat and slams her fist down onto the table, causing the chips and cards to shake from the force. She makes her way over to the both of you, shoving the guy onto the ground and standing right in front of him, the scene causing the bar to go silent. “Didn’t your dad ever teach you how to respect a lady, boy?” she said sternly, narrowing her eyes down at him. “She already told you, she’s not interested.”

The man glares menacingly up at Sevika as he spat on the ground. “You want something, old hag?” He said back, his tone laced with venom as he looked her up and down. Sevika huffs out of her nose and clenches her metal fist in anger, feeling her rage boil even more at his comment. She takes another step forward at him. “Leave, or I will make you.” She growled out, her stance growing into a fighting position. You stay silent as you keep yourself behind Sevika. The guy gets up from the ground and faces her. “Y’know what?” he says. “It’s fine…didn’t even care about bringing that little bitch home with me anyways.” he spits back referring to you.

Sevika couldn’t stand hearing him insulting you like this, but she needed a good enough excuse to deck him in the face, and she wasn’t gonna take up any more of the disrespect that man was giving you. Without a second thought, her fist flies into his face, knocking some of his teeth clean out as he stumbled back onto the ground. She grabs the man by the collar of his shirt and brings him up to her level. “Fucking mess with my girl again, and you might not make the next hit I give you.” she growls at him before letting him go and shoving him back to the ground.

You look at Sevika in pure shock at what she has done. Now, you weren’t in shock about what she had done to the man; he deserved it. You were more in shock about what she had called you.

“My girl.”

“My girl, my girl, my girl…” Her words repeat in your head like a broken record player. Never in your life, never in the years that you had developed these growing feelings for Sevika, had you expected those words to come out of her mouth.

You snap out of your thoughts as you see the man getting up off the ground and admitting defeat. He scurries out of the bar without a second thought, leaving Sevika standing there as she huffed and caught her breath. She kept her eyes on the doors for a moment in case he tried to come back before finally calming down. She let out a deep breath and turned back to look at you. She had this somewhat fearful look in her eyes, and you knew what it was. She feared that you might have heard the words that slipped from her mouth at that moment. You needed to tell her about it, the curiosity was starting to consume you, but now was not the time or place to talk about that.

You quickly shook your head, pretending to be unaware of it for now. You look around the bar to see that everyone is still silent, still staring at the two of you. “Show’s over!” you exclaim, and everyone goes back to their usual business. “Sevika…are you okay?” you say, approaching closer to her as you check both her human and metal fists for any bruises or dents. 

Sevika could feel her heart flutter when you took her hands into yours, goosebumps erupting on her arm when your soft palms touched her calloused human hand. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she replied, her voice going soft as she looked down at your hands inspecting her own. “I’m more worried about you, though. You ain’t hurt or nothin’?” She asked, looking down at you with concern. You shake your head in response, setting her hands back down at her sides. “No, he just grabbed me, that’s all,” you tell her. She lets out a breath of relief at your response, knowing that you weren’t hurt. After making sure the guy wasn’t around anymore, the two of you decided that it was time to call it a night and head back home instead. “C’mon, let’s start heading out.” She said, putting a hand on your waist as you both exited the bar. 

The ride back was oddly peaceful, to say the least. There wasn’t much to be said at the moment since Sevika had saved you, and you both enjoyed the quiet more than usual as you both took the scenery of the sun setting around you, too. Your hands stayed secure on Sevika’s waist as she rode her horse, and your head rested on her back. You felt so safe around her that your body felt the need to briefly go to rest at that moment. 

The horse came to a stop once you both got back to your father’s ranch, and Sevika noticed that your arms weren’t moving and the grip you had on her waist was more relaxed. She slowly twists herself around to see that you had dozed off behind her during the ride back home. She gently shakes your shoulder to wake you back up, and her insides melt as you slowly regain consciousness. “Hey there, we’re back at your place now,” she says to you softly. “Let me help you get down, darlin’.” 

Sevika moves her hands down from her horse’s reins to your waist, gently lifting you off of the horse before letting you back down onto the ground. She dismounts herself right after, and you gently rub your eyes to fully wake yourself up before looking back up at her. “Thank you again for doing that at the bar, Sev…I really appreciate it.” It made her happy to know that you appreciated her help, but in her mind, it felt like the natural thing to do. “Of course, sweetheart. I couldn’t stand seein’ you be bothered by some creep like him.” She said with a soft grin, looking down at you. “Lemme walk you inside, yeah? S’getting pretty late now.”

You follow by her side as the two of you approach the front door and unlock it, letting yourself inside before Sevika lets herself in behind you and closes the door shut. The house was the same as you had left it, meaning that your dad still wasn’t home yet. This gave you the perfect time to ask Sevika about what she said at the bar. Part of you didn’t want to bring it up, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to know what she meant. “Hey Sev,” you turn around to face her. “Can I ask you something?”

Sevika stood at the doorway for a moment before turning around to face you. “Of course, what is it?” she asked.

You shyly look down at the ground, fumbling with your hands as you try to muster up the courage to ask her this. “At the bar…after you beat up that guy, you…you said something, or, well, called me something to be exact.” You paused for a moment before continuing. “You…you called me your girl…What did you mean by that?”

As soon as you had brought up what she said at the bar, Sevika could start to feel her heart beat out of her chest. She hadn’t intended to say it in the first place; it just slipped in the moment. However, she got caught by you, and she knew she had to explain herself before any misunderstanding occurred. “I…” She started, not knowing what to say. Sevika gulped and brought her gaze to the ground, trying to compose some sort of reply.

It was clear that you had caught her in a vulnerable position by asking her this. You’ve never seen her get like this at all before, but you didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable, so you try to shake off the situation. “It’s okay, Sevika, you don’t have to talk ‘bout it if you don’t want to.” You tell her calmly. “‘Was just curious, that’s all.”

Sevika felt her heart drop for a moment when you told her this. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to say it, she just didn’t know how to tell you. She feared that this could go downhill. But she had to do it. This was her chance; this was the opportunity for her to be honest with you, and she couldn’t keep holding it off anymore. “No, no, I-I can explain,” She insists, reaching her human hand out to take one of yours. You gently grab her hand and bring her over to the couch so she can feel comfortable talking to you. “S’okay Sev, what is it?” you ask her as you sit down right next to her. She didn’t know it, but your heart was beating just as fast as hers was. You were praying to yourself that she’d feel the same way that you did.

Sevika took a deep breath as she prepared herself to share what was going through her mind. She mentally prepared herself for any reaction you had given her, whether it could be anger, disgust, or just any sign of rejection. But she was also hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’d feel the same way that she did. 

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, sweetheart, I can’t deny it anymore…” She pauses for a moment before continuing. “Somewhere along the way, I started growin’ some feelings for you in a way I didn’t expect…I…I started falling in love with you.”

Your eyes widened at Sevika’s confession, and you could hear your heart beating faster once she let those words out. However, you give her a look of uncertainty; part of you is still finding it hard to fully believe it. “Sevika…do you really mean that?” you ask her, to which Sevika slowly nods in confirmation and gently squeezes your hand in reassurance. “I mean it, sweetheart, every single damn word.” She said, locking her eyes with yours.

There’s another pause before you gather the courage to ask. “When did you realize it?”

Sevika’s gaze softened, her thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “That night…your birthday,” she admitted quietly. “When I brought you home, and you kissed me, it was like somethin’ clicked. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you after that.” She paused, her voice growing a bit more vulnerable. “But I think, deep down, I’ve been feelin’ it for a long time before then—I just didn’t have the strength to admit it.”

Sevika’s words made your heart skip a beat, but another detail had left you flustered. “Wait…” you stammered, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I kissed you?” You stared at her, trying to recollect your memory from that night.

Sevika chuckled softly, her lips curving into a small smile. “You don’t remember?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Guess you were really wasted that night. But yeah, you kissed me—caught me off guard, too.”

Your hands trembled inside hers, the weight of her confession and your embarrassment pushing down on you. You shyly lowered your gaze to the ground. “Sevika, I…I didn’t think you felt the same way,” you admitted quietly. “I’ve caught feelings for so long, but I was afraid to say anything, ‘cause I thought you’d push me away—“

Sevika didn’t want to hear the rest of it. Instead, she places her human hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a tender kiss, cutting you off mid-sentence. You let out a gasp as Sevika locks your lips with hers, and you melt into it instantly. Sevika pulls away for a moment, still keeping her lips near yours. “I could never push away a girl like you, sweetheart,” she whispers and brings you back in for another kiss, your heart fluttering with pure joy at her words. The two of you stay like this for a moment, relishing the feeling of Sevika’s soft lips against yours. However, the mere thought of your father finding out about you and Sevika—his lifelong best friend—starts to hit you like a rock, and you slowly pull away from her. “But Sev, what ‘bout my dad?” You ask her. “You know how protective he is of me…he’ll kill you if he finds out…”

It was hard for Sevika not to feel her heart sink as you brought up the topic of your father finding out. The two of you know that it’ll happen at some point, no matter how hard you both try to be discreet about it. It gave her an uneasy feeling, but it wasn’t something that she wanted to be thinking about right now, and frankly, neither did you.

“I know, sweetheart, but don’t worry about that now,” she said softly. “We’ll figure it out when the time comes. M’not going anywhere, okay? I’m willing to take that risk for whatever happens, as long as I get to make you mine.”

Her words eased the knot that formed in your chest, even if it was just for a little. For now, that reassurance was enough for you. You lean into her and give her another kiss. “Least for now,’ you mutter out to her. “I don’t want him knowin’ yet.” Despite that you had to get serious about keeping your dad from finding out, there was just something about keeping Sevika a secret that you found so…thrilling.

Sevika slowly deepened the kiss, her hands finding themselves on your waist as she shifted you over and straddled you onto her lap, pressing herself closer to you as she took in as much of your scent as she could. She slowly ran her tongue across your lower lip, asking for permission. Your lips part open, and her tongue enters your mouth. Her hands begin to roam up and down your body, and they make a brief stop at your hips. She gently squeezes them to bring you closer to her, causing you to gasp into her mouth. The two of you could feel each other growing needy with each passing second, and you were about to be the one who was bound to submit first.

You pull your mouth away from Sevika for a moment, just to catch a breath and look into her eyes. You brace yourself for what you’re about to ask her next. “My…my dad’s still not home yet...we can take things upstairs if you’d like…” You tell her, playing with the collar of her shirt.

There was no further explanation needed after that. Sevika wanted you, and you wanted her— there was no need to deny it or hide from it anymore. Sevika stands up from the couch, and you wrap your legs around her waist, not wanting to get yourself off of her as the both of you head upstairs to your bedroom.

Sevika enters your bedroom and slowly sets you down on your bed, looking down at you with a look of desire in her eyes as you sink into the bedsheets. Your stetson falls off your head once it hits the bed, so you toss it out of the way as Sevika gets your boots off before doing the same with hers. She’s quick to get on top of you, her broad figure towering over your frame, and the brim of her stetson brushes over your forehead. As you did with yours, you take it off of her head and toss it aside, giving you the space you need to lean into her for another kiss. Once her lips reunited with yours, Sevika gently slipped her thigh between yours while also taking your left leg into her human hand and pulling it up on her hip as she deepened the kiss. Her knee begins to push up against your clothed cunt, and you let out a soft moan, causing you to part your mouth away from hers and tilt your head back against the pillow. This gave Sevika the chance to lean in and let her lips fall onto your neck, savoring every sound that elicited from your mouth as she left a trail of wet marks on your skin. 

The feeling of Sevika’s soft, warm lips pressing against your neck was a feeling that your body couldn’t resist. You begin to squirm under her, and you try to rub your thighs against each other for some relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sevika. She quickly realized what you were trying to do. She let her body lean against yours and brought her mouth up to your ear. “Do you need somethin’, sweetheart?” She purrs,  to which you nod quickly in response.

“Words, baby.” she says sternly.

You take a deep breath as you try to get the words out of your mouth. “Yes, Sev…I need you…” You whisper back to her.

Sevika let out a soft hum of approval when you said what she needed to hear, and at that point, she wasn’t going to hold herself back anymore. “Good girl,” she mutters, pushing her thigh harder against you once more. You let out another gasp, praying that Sevika didn’t feel the wetness pooling in your underwear. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?” You start to feel drunk from her touch, trying to muster up another response. “I-I need you to make me feel good, Sev…need you to make me yours…”

With that, Sevika brings her human hand down and her fingers gently trace along the outer edge of your underwear before letting them go south, smirking as she feels the thin fabric start to get wet. Her fingers gently push your panties to the side and begin to give your pussy the attention it’s been needing. “Goodness, you’re so wet, darlin’…is this all for me?” she asks, looking up at you. You nod quickly in response. “Yes, Sev…s’all for you…”  You get desperate for more contact, so as Sevika’s fingertips continue to run through your folds, you reach your hand under your shirt and trail it up to your breast, gently squeezing it.

Sevika’s eyes darkened at the sight of you. It was taking everything in her to not just take you already. The soft gasps, the pretty noises, the sight of your body, the wet sensation of your needy pussy…it was all so perfect. Sevika began to slowly slide one of her thick fingers into your pussy, and you let out a groan as you grind yourself against her, feeling so content with having a part of her inside of you. However, it didn’t feel like enough just yet. You craved more of her, so you decided to pull an unthinkable move. 

Instead of letting Sevika continue, you bring your other hand down to hers and pull her finger out of you. You then bring it up to her lips so she can get a taste of your arousal. You watch as her lips slowly part themselves open, and she sucks on her finger, the taste of you sending a shiver down her spine. Sevika let out a groan of satisfaction before pulling her finger out of her mouth. “Goodness, darlin’…you even taste perfect.” She whispered out to you, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You moan into Sevika’s mouth as a result, tasting your own arousal in the process. You then pull yourself away from her to look into her eyes. “It’s all for you, Sevika…only you.”

A smirk begins to grow on Sevika’s face. She liked what she was hearing. “Hm, all mine, you say? I sure like the sound of that…” she says, her tone almost teasing. Her lips make their way back to your neck, kissing it once more.

“Do you like it when you’re mine, sweetheart?” she mutters as her lips continue to leave new marks against your skin. “Do you like it when I take you apart like this and claim you as my own?”

You nod quickly in response, only to be startled by a sudden harsh squeeze of her prosthetic hand on your hip. “Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”

“Mmm—yes, Sevika…” you gasp out. “Wanna be yours, only yours.”

“Now that’s more like it.” 

As Sevika continued to kiss down your chest, you allowed yourself to untie the neck of your top and slide it off of yourself, fully exposing your breasts to her. Sevika pulls away and lets her hungry eyes linger over your chest and torso, viewing the areas of your skin as a blank canvas for her to mark her territory with her lips. She brings her mouth down to your breast and begins to gently suck on the soft flesh, causing a moan to escape from your mouth as a result. She smirks against your skin, then brings her lips to your nipple and takes it into her mouth, humming as she feels it quickly harden under her lips. She continues to take her time with you like this, going down your torso mark by mark until she briefly stops at the hem of your skirt. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart,” she instructs you.

You oblige to her and lift your hips, opening space for her to slide her hands under you and pull your skirt and underwear down in one fluid motion. You’re now completely exposed under her, like a deer in the headlights, and you can’t help but impulsively close your thighs shut in embarrassment once you notice how wet you were for her. Sevika chuckled over how shy you got for her, and she planted a soft kiss above your knee as she looked up at you. “C’mon, sweetheart…don’t get all shy with me now…” she mutters out quietly, gently rubbing your knees in encouragement.

Sevika gently shifts herself down on the bed and lies down on her stomach, settling herself between your closed legs. She moves closer to you, and her hands go down from your knees to your shins. “Open up for me, baby…” she pleads to you. “I promise I’ll take real good care of you, darlin’… but you have to let me in.”

You can’t help but give in to her words, and you slowly spread your legs out, exposing your soaking cunt to the older woman. Sevika could feel her mouth water at the sight, and she was desperate to get a taste of it. “Such a pretty pussy, baby…” she mutters out. “So nice ’n wet for me…gonna fuck you so so good.” She leans into you and begins to gently lap her tongue through your folds, collecting your arousal on her tastebuds. Sevika let a soft growl escape her mouth as she tasted you, her grip on your thighs tightening as she felt her own body react to the sounds you were making. 

“Oh, God…” you gasp out at the sensation, your gaze peering down at Sevika, and she can’t help but chuckle again at your initial reaction as she spreads your thighs out further to get more space. “God ain’t here to help you now, baby, just me.” she says, licking another stripe up your folds. “It’s ironic, though, seein’ as how your wet little pussy is the closest thing to heaven that I could ever get a taste of.” She dives her head back into your pussy for more, but her eyes remain fixed on you as she wants to catch every one of your reactions to her memory. She didn’t want to miss a single thing.

Sevika runs her hands down the back of your thighs and fully lifts your legs up, folding your knees up to your chest so she can get a better view of your pussy. You whimper at the vulnerable position that she puts you in, and you can’t help but tilt your head to the side and cover your face with the back of your hand in an effort to shield yourself. Sevika notices this and instantly takes her mouth off. “Uh-uh, no hiding,” She muttered in between her movements. She brings her metal hand up to yours and moves it away from your face.

“No hiding that pretty face of yours. If you want me to take apart this needy little pussy, you’re gonna let me hear every sound you make, got it? I want to see and hear all of you.” 

You whimper at her words, nodding quickly as you oblige to look at her. “That’s better…” she mutters, bringing her head back down to continue lapping at your cunt. More moans and whimpers continue to leave your mouth as Sevika keeps licking and sucking all of the wet and sensitive areas of your pussy. Without warning, as a sign of eagerness, she slides two of her fingers inside, and you let out a loud groan of satisfaction as she fills you. “Mm, you like that, needy girl? You like it when I fill you up like this?”  she growls lowly at you, keeping her gaze focused on you. She couldn’t take her eyes off of you—not even for a second. Sevika had to watch every single expression that you would make to know that you felt satisfied with the way she was touching you.

Without a second thought, Sevika gently slides a third finger into your pussy, and the reaction she gets out of you is priceless. Your jaw drops down, and your eyes roll back in pleasure when she begins to curl her fingers inside of you at a painfully slow pace. She leans into you and wraps her lips onto your throbbing clit, giving it the attention it needs. It didn’t take long for her to increase the speed of her fingers, instantly hitting all of the right spots for you to get close. “Oh fuck, Sev! Right there!” You call out to her, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself steady as she continues to ram her fingers inside your tight walls.

“You’re such a good girl f’me, lettin’ me hear all of you like that.” Sevika mutters from between your thighs. Her pace goes even faster this time, her hand being so strong that you could feel your whole torso shift back and forth on the bed. Your pussy begins to clench around her fingers, practically sucking them in you and taking them in all to yourself as you start to get close. “S-Sevika, please don’t stop…m’so close.”

“C’mon, sweetheart, cum for me…” Sevika’s fingers never stop moving, and she doesn’t take her eyes off of you as she is desperate to see the look on your face for when you cum undone onto her fingers. Your pussy starts to spasm around her, and the coil in your stomach begins to get tighter and tighter as you reach your peak. However, that building sensation felt a little different than usual. “S-Sevika, baby, wait,” You try to warn her. “I-I think I’m gonna—“

But it was too late. You couldn’t even finish your sentence as a loud moan of her name replaced it instead. Your jaw drops again, and your vision goes white as an obscene amount of your release squirts out of your pussy without warning, completely soaking Sevika’s face, fingers, and your bedsheets.

Sevika watched in awe as the beautiful sight of your orgasm unfolded right in front of her, never once letting her fingers slow down until you were thoroughly done with your release. Then, slowly, she eased her fingers out of you before lifting her head and licking them clean. Her eyes close for a moment as she savors the sweet and salty taste of your cum on her fingers. “My god, darlin’, you taste so damn good.” she mutters under her breath.

Her eyes blink back open and fix back on you as you recover from your high. Your eyes were fluttered shut, your head was tilted back against the pillow, and your breathing was evening itself out. After a few moments, you blink your eyes back open and bring yourself down to see Sevika still lying in between her legs. Her face and the collar of her shirt were soaked in your release, and you looked down to see the mess you created on your bedsheets. “Oh my god…” you gasp out. Your cheeks start to flush in embarrassment, and your trembling thighs close shut once again. A smirk spread across Sevika’s lips over how flustered you were getting. “Never done that before now, have you?” she asked. Your gaze shifts to the side, and you shake your head. Sevika brings her human hand up to your cheek, tilting your head back to her. “That…” she pauses, leaning in to kiss you. “Was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” She kisses you again and leans into your ear. “No one else gets to make you feel like this. No one else gets to fuck this pussy like I do. You’re all mine now, sweetheart. Mine and only mine.” 

“M’all yours, Sev…” you assure her. You’d hate to admit it, but the way that Sevika got possessive towards you turned you on in a way that you couldn’t explain. However, you couldn’t help but test out if she’d really feel the same way with you. You tilt your head and lean into her. “In that case…does that mean you’re mine too?”

Oh, now Sevika was intrigued. She gently pulled her head back, looking back at you directly. “That a challenge now? You gonna be possessive over me?” she purrs at you, her eyes still locked onto yours. “You’re playing a dangerous game there, sweetheart,” she warns. “And you might get yourself in trouble.”

“Trouble?” you say in mock innocence, clutching your hand over your chest as if you had been threatened by her. “No no no, m’not looking for that. I was simply just wonderin’ if now…” You pause for a moment, moving your head from Sevika’s ear to her neck to gently plant kisses of your own onto her skin. “…if now, I could return the favor.”

Sevika lets a low chuckle escape her, and her eyes flutter shut for a moment just to feel the sensation of your lips against her skin. Her smirk remains on her face, though, still keeping her tough persona on you as she refuses to submit. “Hmm”, she muttered, the tone in her voice laced with amusement. “You think just ‘cause you want it you can get it that easy? You seem to be getting ahead of yourself, sweetheart.”

Your uncertain look shifts into a pout, and Sevika can’t help but chuckle at you. “Ahead of myself? You think just ‘cause you can claim me, I can’t do the same?”

Without thinking twice, you shift away from Sevika and sit up on the bed. You hook your fingers onto the belt loops of her jeans and switch places so she’s now lying down. You go around her and wrap your legs around her torso, keeping you under her grip. You then grab her by the collar of her shirt and pull her towards you, locking your lips with hers in a deep kiss. She lets out a low moan against your lips and wraps an arm around you, her human hand reaching down to grab your ass tightly and keeping you pressed against her. You pull away from her after a moment, and your mouth starts to travel from her lips to her jaw, beginning to mark your territory on Sevika’s tanned skin by planting wet marks of your own.

Sevika let out a low whine as she felt every mark that your lips left behind, and her hand on your ass tightened as you kept going, squeezing your soft flesh between her fingers. “I thought you were gonna be treating me right, huh?” She teases with a smirk, feeling her body start to warm up as her hand moves up to your waist. You simply smirk against her skin, not stopping your movements. “M’just getting started, Sev…” Your hands trail up to the collar of her shirt, fingers meeting together at the first button. The first button pops open under your touch, and you make your way down to the hem until Sevika briefly lifts herself up to fully slide it off her shoulders and toss it to the ground. 

With your legs still wrapped around her, you sit yourself up to admire the sight of her exposed self beneath you. Your eyes trail down from her neck to her breasts, watching in awe over how large and beautiful they were. You trail your hands up and give them a gentle squeeze, watching how her soft flesh seeps through your fingers and feeling her nipples instantly harden under your palms.

A satisfied groan elicits from Sevika’s mouth as she begins melting into your touch. It was almost as if her own body was betraying her and submitting to you. But she couldn’t allow herself to give in like this so easily. “You’re mine,” she reminds you, lifting her hand and lightly running it over your thigh. “You keep touching me like this, and m’not gonna be able to hold back anymore. You sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”

A smirk grows on your face, and you lean back down to her level and bring her in for a kiss. “Then don’t hold back, Sevika,” you whisper to her. “You’re mine too, you know… and I’m ready for whatever comes next.”

With that, you continue to mark up the rest of Sevika’s body, your lips making the route south past her breasts and her abdomen, until they make a stop at the waistband of her jeans. Your lips part from her skin, and you begin to undo the belt buckle of her jeans, desperate to get them off of her. Sevika watched with growing desperation as you did so, and as soon as she heard the buckle come undone, she lifted up her hips and slid her jeans and boxers off of her thighs, letting you get rid of them completely.

You kneel back on the heels of your feet as Sevika opens up for you, and the sight of her was fucking glorious. Her brown, puffy folds perfectly framed her cunt which was completely shining with her arousal, and you could just visibly see the movements of her clit throbbing with desperation. Her pussy exhibited a kind of desire that only you could fix.

And so you immediately put yourself to work. You shift down on the bed and lie down on your stomach, your face now being settled in between Sevika’s thighs. With no hesitation, you dive right into her and lick a stripe up her pussy, your eyes closing in pure bliss at the addicting taste of her. 

Sevika lowly moaned your name once your tongue came into contact with her pussy, already so immersed in the pleasure that she didn’t even notice that her hand had tangled its fingers into your hair, holding you tightly against her. “Oh fuck, darlin’…you’re so good at this…” she praises.

Your eyes blink themselves open, briefly falling out of your trance as you look up at Sevika with the purest and most innocent look in your eyes as you meet her heavy ones. Sevika can’t help but slightly lift your face off of her pussy for a moment just to see the full look of you with her arousal now dripping from your lips, smirking as she does so. “Don’t give me that look now, sweetheart. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Her teasing spurs you on, and you lean back into her pussy and continue to lap your tongue up her folds as she continues talking. “Wonder what your dad might think…his sweet girl submitting down to me like this…I bet he’d lose his damn mind if—oh fuck—“ She cuts herself off with a low groan as you insert a finger into her pussy, her nails digging into her scalp as she jerks her hips into your face.

“A-ah—“ you let out a groan against her pussy, and your eyes close shut again, fully immersed in the feeling of having Sevika’s hands in your hair while devouring her pussy. You quickly add in a second finger, and your lips travel up to suck her throbbing clit, causing Sevika to shut her eyes and arch herself further into your face, moaning and pleading you to keep going. “Fuck, oh god, sweetheart…k-keep going…”

Your tongue lays flat on her clit as it shifts up and down, and your fingers start to curl back and forth inside of her, instantly hitting all the right spots as you give her pussy all the attention it needs. Your movements catch Sevika completely off guard, her eyes flying open as she watches you devour her. “Oh fuck, right there! Right fuckin’ there…” she groans out, the wave of pleasure starting to rise in her as you begin to go faster.

It didn’t take long for Sevika to get close, and you could tell she was by the way her pussy began to clench and contract around your fingers. “God damn, darlin’, don’t fuckin’ stop…m’so close…” she pleads out to you. It was almost as if Sevika had no control over her pleasure anymore and became reliant on you to make her finish, and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Sevika’s body begins to convulse, and you quickly lift your mouth off of her clit and replace it with your thumb, quickly rubbing it in circular motions as your eyes stay fixed on her, impatiently waiting to see the look on her face for when she comes undone. Sevika’s moans grow louder, quickly turning into cries of pleasure until she reaches her peak and cums with a final cry of your name as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her pussy squeezes a few more times until your fingers are met with the warmth of her release, creaming them from your fingertips down to your knuckles. It was truly the most beautiful sight you have seen and felt.

As Sevika comes down from her high, she finds herself unable to say anything or even get a full breath until your fingers slow down and withdraw from her completely. Her eyes then flutter back open to see you sucking your fingers clean and savoring the salty taste of her release on your tastebuds. “My god, sweetheart…you can’t even imagine what you just did to me…” Sevika managed to say, lifting her metal hand to hold the side of your face. You lean into the palm of her prosthetic as it cups your cheek, and you pull your fingers out of your mouth once they were clean so you could speak. “I told you I can claim you just as good.” you say with a giggle.

Sevika let out a sharp exhale as she took in the sight of you. “I sure see that now…” she then slowly sits herself up, a smirk beginning to rise on her face as she leans in to kiss you, briefly tasting her release on your lips before pulling away. “Think you got another one in you, darlin’?”

Your eyes remain on hers when she asks you that, an eyebrow raising up as curiosity begins to pique your interest. “Depends if I can handle it, baby… What do you have in mind?”

Sevika lets out a chuckle as her metal hand moves to your chin and pulls you in for a deeper kiss. “For starters, how about we trade places, yeah?” she coos out, her hand sliding down from your chin to your waist, slowly rolling you over so you’re back to lying down on your bed with her hovering over you. She then leans back on the heels of her feet to grab onto each of your legs and she spreads them as far open as possible. To no surprise, you were completely wet for her again, as if she hadn’t even touched you at all. 

Sevika lets out a low groan at the sight of you, completely helpless and vulnerable under her grasp. “Mmm, you look so pretty like this, sweetheart…” she purrs out, her eyes never leaving your lower half. As she takes in the sight, Sevika lets a small smirk rise to her face as she leans down closer to your pussy, her grip remaining firm on your legs. “Such a pretty little thing…and so wet for me again already…it’s like she’s crying for more of me.” She continues, shifting her face closer.

“Mmm, Sev…again…” you whine out to her, then let out a soft moan as you feel that familiar tongue of hers lick a new stripe through your folds, followed by a hum of satisfaction coming from her. You had fully given yourself the expectation that Sevika would use her mouth and fingers on you again, but that wouldn’t be the case this time.

Sevika lifts her head back up and takes a second to admire how you looked under her; with your legs spread out under her tight grip and your soaked pussy clenching around nothing as a desperate sign to be filled up. She silently cursed herself for not wearing her strap tonight. She would’ve loved to see the beautiful sight of you being split open by her cock, thrusting into your pussy relentlessly until you’re shaking and coating her length with your release. However, she also wasn’t going to end the night abruptly and miss out on the opportunity to fuck you again, so she had to improvise.

With that, Sevika opens her own legs while keeping her grip on yours. She then hovers over you and presses her pussy right on top of yours, causing you to let out a gasp at the newfound feeling. The way that Sevika’s pussy fit perfectly against yours like that—the way her folds meshed on top of yours as if it were the missing piece of a puzzle—felt so satisfying to you.

Sevika lets out a moan once her cunt came into contact with yours, eyes fixed on the sight of it before she looks back up at you. “You feel that, sweetheart? Feel how good we fit together?” she muses out before pressing down even more and grinding up against you. “It’s like you were made for me, darlin’…Every part of you fits me right where it belongs.” As she felt how addicting it was to rub up against you, Sevika found herself closing her eyes and letting out more soft sounds of pleasure as she continued to slowly grind her pussy over yours. Your body gives the same reaction, your eyes fluttering themselves shut and your head slowly tilting back against the pillow, moaning at the sensation. “S-Sev, my God—you feel amazing…”

Without stopping her slow movements, Sevika slides her prosthetic hand under your head and gently tilts it up, leading you to open your eyes and look at her. You were so in awe of how she looked, how she sounded, and most of all, how she felt against you. It felt like you were in a fever dream. You were completely drunk on her, and she knew it. She loved it.

“S-Sev…” you gasp out, taking a second to catch your breath. “D-Don’t stop—ah!” 

Sevika brushes her clit over yours, causing you to cut off your sentence with a cry of pleasure. Your head throws back against her hand, and your body arches itself further into her pussy. Sevika lets out another low groan on her end, and her hand sets your head back onto the pillow and trails downwards to press down on your lower stomach. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” she murmurs, increasing the pace of her grinding. “You just keep making those sounds for me—ah—you sound so pretty baby…”

You start to whine under her as your gaze drops down to where you and Sevika were connected, and you can’t help but weakly grind against her, desperate to chase that stimulation again. Sevika looks down on you and smirks. She could tell you were trying to ask her something. “What is it, darlin’? You wanna feel that again?” 

Sevika felt no reason to ask again or to hear an answer from you. She fulfills your need as she brings her hand down to your pussy and lifts the hood with her thumb to expose your clit to her. She then adjusts herself upwards so her clit can stay directly pressed onto yours. “There you go, sweetheart…” she purrs out, moaning as your clit begins to throb against hers. “You just take that, baby…take my pussy for me like a good girl.” She begins to grind faster after that, making sure her clit rubs against yours with every move of her hips. But it still wasn’t enough.

“F-Faster, Sev, please…need to get there…” you plead out to her once more, and without a second thought—with no warning whatsoever—Sevika gives it her all and her movements start to go at a fast and relentless pace, completely catching you off guard. “Oh fuck, Sev! Right t-there, o-oh God…” Your words trail out at the end and your jaw goes slack at the intense pleasure she was hitting you with. Sevika couldn’t help but admire the sinful sight of you under her—so vulnerable and drunk in pleasure, with your mouth agape and your eyes all hooded, your hands still gripping tightly onto the sheets and your breasts bouncing uncontrollably as Sevika continued to ram her pussy against yours. It was a sight that she never wanted to stop seeing.

“Mmm…y-you look so…fuckin’ pretty like…this…” Sevika moans out to you, her words coming out in a heated tone as she watches your blissed-out expression. “Look how good you’re taking my pussy for me, my sweet girl…” Sevika presses herself harder against you, and you don’t even realize it, but she ends up taking your leg that was on top of hers and folds it to your chest to get a better angle, making sure she continues to hit the right spots for the two of you to finish. You start to cry in pleasure over the new position, and your legs start to shake under her grasp. “Sevika! O-Oh God, Sev—Right there! Right there, please!” you exclaim, practically begging her to keep her position there. The two of you were at your loudest right now. Between your cries and begs of pleasure, Sevika’s groaning, and the pornographic sound of your pussies squelching as they rub against each other, you’re honestly surprised that the two of you haven’t woken up the entire town at this point.

Sevika lets out a low, heated groan in response to your words, her movements not stopping one bit “Mmm, fuck…my God you feel so good…” she says, her breathing now coming out in heavy, uneven pants. As Sevika keeps her human hand on your thigh, her metal hand swings above your head and grabs onto the headboard to keep herself steady. The familiar coil in your stomach begins to form, and you start to get close again. “S-Sev…I…I’m so…” you pant out to her, trying your best to get the words out of your mouth. Sevika simply shushes you, trying to have you save whatever energy you had left in you for your release. “Shhh, baby, I know, I know…” she coos back, opening her eyes to look down at you. “Just let it go for me, sweetheart…let it all out.”

Sevika continues to talk you through it as you reach your peak, and with that, her clit brushes up against yours a few more times which finally pushes you both over the edge. Your cries of pleasure start to go in sync with her groaning, and both pussies begin to spasm around each other before you cum all over Sevika’s folds with a loud moan of her name. Sevika catches her release shortly after you, her hips stuttering out before finishing with a loud groan as her fluids spill out of her pussy and land onto yours. The two of you take a moment to catch each other’s breath, and Sevika slowly loosens her grip on your thigh while she lets go of the headboard. The two of you look down to where you were both connected, and Sevika pulls her cunt away from yours, causing you to whine at the loss. The strings of slick connecting the two of you breaks and Sevika slowly closes your legs before settling down next to you. “Mmm…sweetheart...You did so well for me…” she murmurs to you as she gently kisses your shoulder, her voice still filled in a deep and husky tone. Even after having sex with her, you still couldn’t help but find her voice to be intoxicating.

You simply hum at her in response and try to muster up some energy to tilt your head over and plant a quick kiss on her lips, leading the older woman to wrap her human arm around you and pull you closer to her. The warmth of Sevika’s embrace fades into the stillness of your bedroom, and the exhaustion catches up to you quickly, causing your eyes to flutter shut as slumber starts to consume you. It feels like only a moment has passed when your eyes open again, and you find yourself tucked beneath a clean set of sheets and a barrier of soft cotton hugging your figure. Your eyes slowly dart around your bedroom, and your heart sinks when you see Sevika with her boxers back on and searching for the rest of her clothes. A lump forms in your throat as you realize she’s getting ready to leave. You want to ask her to stay, just a little longer, even though you both know she has to go before your dad comes back. Before you can stop yourself, the words are quick to slip out of your mouth.

“Sevika?” you call out softly, your voice still laced with sleep. Sevika is quick to stop what she was doing to tend to you. “Hey there,” she says, giving you a soft smile once she sees that you had woken up. “You alright?”

You hesitate for a moment before continuing. The words feel heavy on your tongue, but the ache that was growing in your chest outdoes it. “Could you…could you stay…just a little longer? Please?” you finally ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika pauses, and her eyes flicker to the window where the faint glow of the moonlight is still filtering through it. For a moment, you thought she’d say no—but this time, she gives in—and whatever worries about your dad's arrival in the morning seemed to fade as she turned back to you with ease. “Of course, sweetheart…I’ll stay with you.” she murmurs, her voice tender as she removes her prosthetic arm and sets it down on the ground next to the bed. The weight of the bed shifts as Sevika climbs back into bed and lies down right behind you. Her human hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close to her. You instantly melt into her strong, warm embrace, but you can’t shake the possibility of your father walking in on the two of you, making you feel uneasy. Sevika is quick to take note of this and leans in to plant a couple of soft kisses on your shoulder blade, her lips brushing your ear as she leans into you. “Hey. Don’t worry about that right now, okay?” she murmurs. “Everything will be fine, I promise…I’ve got you.”

You nod, the weight of her words sinking in as her embrace wraps you in comfort and warmth. Slowly, the uneasiness disappears, soon replaced by a sense of peace only Sevika could give you. With her presence beside you, you let go of all your worries, and the gentle rhythm of her breathing brings you into a deep, restful sleep. As you drift off, a soft, reassuring thought crosses your mind—this night with Sevika felt like the start of something real, something that won’t fade.

For now, you’re unsure of what the future might hold, but with Sevika by your side, you feel ready for whatever could happen next.

god i wish she was real

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[tenqlr]

SO AN AFFINI WANTS TO DOMESTICATE YOU

‘SO AN AFFINI WANTS TO DOMESTICATE YOU: COMMON QUESTIONS & HONEST ANSWERS’

Ava held out the pamphlet, angling it just so it caught the tail end of the light. It was on a premium glossy paper, the text in the exact sage green that she loved. Was that coincidence?

Behind the text was a photo of a tall affini holding their floret in their vines. The human looked entirely absent, her eyes focusing on nothing in particular. Around her neck was a collar made of vines with a bright rose in the center. Even with the half dead gaze, she was smiling.

The Affini across from her had introduced themselves as Velina Grace, Second Bloom, they/them pronouns. Their eyes almost didn’t look real. They were crystal teardrops, glowing a vibrant blue that refracted in the sunlight.

“Well, go on, little one,” Velina said, “Or would you like me to read it for you?”

“No, no. I’m not reading this. I already told you I’m independent. I can take care of myself; I don’t need help.”

It was quiet for a single moment before Velina scanned Ava’s apartment slowly. The slow beginnings of Mount Everest in the clothing bin. The two trash bags sitting next to the already filled trash can. The Eiffel Tower of dirty dishes in the sink Ava had been dreading to clean.

“Yeah, don’t do that! I already know it's dirty. Your eyes are saying enough. Everyone always gives me that look.” Ava said, tossing the pamphlet onto the coffee table and crossing her arms.

“I’m sorry, little one. I didn't mean to cause you distress. You se-”

“Well, it did. And don’t call me little one either. I am a grown fucking adult, and I do not need your help. You can leave now.” Ava stated, pointing to the door and taking a few steps back.

“Then, I am sorry, dear,” “Not any better!” “But, you know I cannot leave. Your apartment met the necessary requirements from the Bureau of Xenosophont Wellness and Care for a wellness check and so I am here.” Velina finished.

They were impossibly still on the couch, the eight foot plant somehow condensed to half the height. The worst of it was they were entirely calm. Velina wasn’t angry at all.

Ava’s words felt impossibly heavy in her throat. She would very well admit that she had a problem with her executive function and cleaning, but that wasn’t an excuse for some eight foot tall plant being to make her a pet.

“Now, can we please talk about this, dear? All I wish to do is help you, like a mother guides their child through life. I would never intentionally harm you ever.” Velina said, leaning forward towards Ava.

The promise sat in the middle of the apartment, among the piles of trash and clothing. Ava didn’t know how to pick up any of it.

She sat down in the kitchen chair, “I don’t believe you. I’ve never met someone who could keep such a promise before.”

Ava felt a rising heat throughout her body once she recognized that look in Velina’s eyes. That look of pity you give to a child in pain that Ava had seen throughout her entire life. Pity always hurt more than shouted, sharp words.

“Ava, what would you like to be? What’s your dream?”

After a minute of silence, Ava shook her head, but Velina kept the silence close, deep within her core and it built. It kept building and building until Ava grew weak under the growing weight. And then it collapsed.

“A musician…” Ava sighed, “I wanted to make music that could make people’s heads turn. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, but the world doesn’t exactly make it easy to do that.”

“That’s what I’m here for. Let me help make it easy.” Velina said, reaching out a vine the way you reach out a hand to a frightened puppy, slow and steady.

“Please don’t. I don’t want your help.” Ava looked away from Velina, her eyes landing unfocused between the trash accumulating in her apartment. Wetness gathered under her lashes, but Ava fought to keep them from falling.

“Don’t want? It was don’t need earlier. Even you can see that my help would benefit you. Let me hold the weight of living so you can hold the weight of your music, little one.”

Velina’s vine reached Ava’s shoulder then and just laid there. It was soft, warm, and patient. It was a slow, flowing stream, a constant in a world of changing variables. She couldn’t help but lean her shoulder into it.

“Just read your stupid pamphlet already.”

Velina smiled. --- I wrote this last night.. Is this like anything good lol? I've never written in this fandom before so I might be out of my depth here in this setting. I can't remember if someone already did a pamphlet idea like this before. Sorry if I unconsciously stole an idea.

[bellaxgiornata]

|2| A Safe Haven

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!nurse!Reader Word Count: 3.3k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; angst, gore, horror, zombies

Summary: In the mess of the outbreak, you find safety in the most surprising place.

a/n: Thank y'all SO MUCH for all the love and excitement on the first part of this little event/fic! There's a lot of things to come for this series, and I am dying to share it with y'all already. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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You'd lived in Charming for a few years and driven past the Sons’ clubhouse often, but you'd never stepped a single foot inside of it before–not that you ever really expected you would have a reason to be in it. You’d never even taken your car to be serviced at Teller-Morrow Automotive with how uncomfortable the Sons had always made you. 

But as you sat on one of the couches near the pool table, your nose slightly wrinkled as you inhaled the scent of cigarette smoke and something else that lingered in the fabric of the cushions, you scanned the room around you as the clubhouse bustled with activity. A handful of Sons in their leather kuttes were moving about the place with a purpose, as if they knew exactly what was going on and what needed to be done. The sight of them seemingly so self-assured in the middle of everything happening surprisingly comforted you. 

Attention drifting back towards a television mounted on the wall above their bar, you watched the news segment currently playing with the volume low. Around the open space, other men, women, and children that you assumed were friends and family of the club were huddled on various chairs and couches, all of them wearing expressions that were a mix of confusion and anxiety. And after what you'd just personally witnessed in front of the Save Mart, you figured you probably had a similar look on your face.

It'd been almost an hour since Jax had brought you here and introduced you to the two other men you'd left the chaos at the grocery store with, learning that the patched member who’d been driving was called Juice, and the prospect–apparently not an actual Son yet–was called Half-Sack. Choosing not to question the oddity of their names, sincerely hoping they were just nicknames, your attention had quickly switched to tending to your injuries. 

Though shortly after you'd stepped inside the clubhouse, the Sons were already urgently pulling Jax away to handle something else. But before he’d disappeared, he'd introduced you to Chibs, a Son with a thick Scottish accent. It'd been Chibs who you’d sat with at a table as he pulled the bits of glass from your palms until he’d expertly removed every last piece that’d lodged into your skin after you'd been pushed out of the grocery store window. But with all the commotion in the clubhouse, even Chibs was soon called away to deal with another issue, leaving you left to clean and bandage your own cuts using the Sons’ dwindling medical supplies.

With no idea what you should do once your injuries had been taken care of more than twenty minutes ago, you'd taken a seat on an empty couch and tried to stay out of the way of everyone else. Your focus kept oscillating between the groups of people scattered around the room, the mug shots proudly displayed on the back wall, the disturbing videos playing on repeat of the country-wide hysteria on the news, and the seemingly important conversation happening at the far end of the bar that you were seated just close enough to eavesdrop on.

You recognized Clay and Gemma as they stood closely huddled around Charming’s Chief of Police, Unser. Jax had joined the three of them a few minutes ago, leaning against the bar with his brows furrowed deeply in concern the longer the four of them spoke. Your initial surprise at seeing Unser here looking completely at ease in the middle of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse had quickly been replaced by a morbid curiosity as you carefully listened in to their discussion.

“Can you blame the department for disbanding so quickly?” Unser continued in a hushed tone, a frown on his face as his gaze swept between Jax and Clay. “With the shit going on out in Charming right now? After what happened in front of the goddamn grocery store?”

“So you’re telling us that Charming PD just…bailed on you?” Clay asked in disbelief.

Unser shrugged helplessly, his lips tugging to the side at the question. “Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. Charming police are no more at this point.”

“You can't be serious,” Jax replied, his gaze hard and his voice low. “There's people looting stores and gettin’ attacked out there, and your guys just decided to go AWOL on everyone in the middle of all this shit?”

Throwing his hands up in frustration, Unser fixed his eyes on Jax. “What do you expect me to do?” he shot back. “Charming PD is full of small-time cops. We aren't equipped for this sorta shit, Jax. We handle petty crimes, traffic violations, and the shit you guys occasionally drag into town. Whatever is wrong with those people out there, I got no damn idea how to deal with it,” he admitted. “And my officers all wanna get back to their own families and get the hell outta town. You expect me to stop them?”

“So what’s really goin’ on out there then?” Gemma asked, cutting straight to the point.

Your eyes lingered on the television above the bar, but out of the corner of your eye you caught the way the matriarch of SAMCRO leaned a hip against the counter as she stood beside her husband. Her arms were crossed over her chest, a fearless look on her face as she focused on Unser. With the way she was carrying herself, she looked far more prepared to deal with the craziness going on outside than probably any one of his officers. And with what you’d often overheard about the woman in the gossip that spread around Charming and St. Thomas, you didn’t doubt that.

“I got no damn clue,” Unser answered her, running a hand over the top of his balding head. “Last report I got was of a sixty somethin' year old lady eating the intestines of her neighbor. Took seven rounds in the chest and didn't even flinch. Not until she got one in the head.” His gaze turned back towards Jax and Clay as he continued. “So no, I ain’t got no hope of keeping the damn department together dealing with that kinda weird shit out there. Our best hope is the goddamn government at this point. The National Guard or somethin’.”

Unable to resist, you looked over at the small group standing by the bar, a sick feeling growing in your gut. Had things really gotten that bad out there that now Charming was left waiting for outside help while it fended for itself?

“So we’re just handlin’ it on our own now?” Clay clarified, fingers contemplatively running along his chin. “With no repercussions from the law?”

“Sure fuckin’ seems like it,” Unser replied. “Got no other choice. None of us are exactly trained to handle the kinda shit going on out there. All my officers panicked and left.”

Clay glanced over, catching your eye before you quickly looked away, pretending to be surveying the inside of the clubhouse again and not blatantly eavesdropping on their conversation. Your hands stung beneath the bandages you'd recently wrapped them in as you nervously fidgetted with them in your lap, still straining to listen to what was being said nearby. 

“Alright, alright,” Clay said, attempting to diffuse the growing tension. “Maybe we should discuss all this in private in the future. Don’t need to cause panic in the clubhouse with everyone stayin’ here. Just see what other information you can find out about what’s goin’ on out there before bringing your trailer back and parkin’ it in the lot. You can hold up with us while this shitstorm lasts, Chief."

The group broke apart as their conversation drew to a close, your eyes remaining fixed on the television as it began playing a video that you’d already seen a handful of times in the past few minutes now. There’d been a horrible accident on the I-5 not that far from Charming–a massive, multi-car pile up from everyone trying to flee to somewhere with what was going on. News helicopters had taken footage of paramedics loading a seemingly dead body onto a stretcher only for the supposed dead man to grab the paramedic and begin tearing into his jugular.

Whatever was going on out there, it almost seemed like there wasn’t anywhere safe to run to anymore. Panic and chaos had broken out everywhere with the alarming amounts of reports of people just violently attacking each other. More videos had surfaced of men and women taking multiple gunshots to the chest without going down while news anchors sat bemused as they struggled to even figure out how to report what was happening across the world.

“Hey,” Jax said, his low rasp catching your attention from the television. “How’re you holdin’ up, darlin’?”

Before everything that had happened today, you would’ve normally avoided spending any amount of time around the Sons, but now you’d found yourself preferring their company in the strange situation currently happening beyond their thick, concrete walls. Their clubhouse was like a well-protected fortress from what you’d seen just on the way inside. There was a gate at least fifteen feet tall covered in barbed wire that they'd kept closed now, making it impossible for anyone to enter their compound without their permission. And while usually the sight of men standing on rooftops with assault rifles would terrify you, knowing some Sons were up there and armed right now had you feeling somewhat more relaxed after everything that you'd been seeing on the news.

“Honestly?” you began, your bandaged hands still nervously fidgeting in your lap. “Not great considering Unser just said the Charming police department no longer exists.”

Instead of getting angry, you caught the way Jax’s lips quirked upwards at the corner. “You were listenin’ in to all that?” he asked. 

“Can you blame me?” you questioned back. Tipping your head towards the news, you saw Jax’s eyes follow to where you’d gestured, watching the gruesome video playing again on the screen. “With things like that going on right now? Kind of hard to not want answers.”

One of Jax’s ringed hands came up, the tips of his fingers running over his lips as he flinched at the image of the paramedic having his throat torn open. His eyes shifted away from the screen seconds later, landing on a few of the kids in the clubhouse staring in horror at the video on the television before trying to hide their faces against their parents.

“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t be playin’ that shit out here for everyone to see,” he mused quietly. “Don’t think it’s gonna help anythin’ watching that.”

“They keep saying it’s drugs,” you told him, the sound of your voice drawing his eyes back to you. “But there’s no way drugs are making people do that. Or a virus. That level of violence? The way they’re not going down from multiple bullets? I don’t understand how that’s possible. Nothing does that to people.” 

Jax shrugged a shoulder, a soft sigh passing between his lips. “Well, whatever it is, it seems we’re on our own for now, sweetheart.” He crossed his arms over his chest before his expression softened. “You thinkin’ about stayin’ here with us? ‘Cause this is probably the safest place in Charming right now. I don't recommend  you goin’ off on your own.”

Eyebrows raising in surprise, you hadn’t been expecting an open invitation to actually wait out the insanity here with the Sons. Glancing around the clubhouse, you scanned over the people already here, aware that they all actually mattered to the MC. You’d heard about their lockdowns in the past, how they secured themselves and the people they cared about inside their clubhouse during times when the club was in danger. Apparently this counted as one of those times, but you were just a random nurse Jax had saved in the heat of the moment, not someone any of them personally knew and cared about. 

“Are you sure there’s room?” you asked hesitantly, looking back up at Jax from where you sat on the couch. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome or take someone's place.”

“‘Course there’s room for you, darlin’,” Jax assured you easily, a lopsided grin slipping onto his lips despite the seriousness of the situation. “It’d probably be good to have a nurse here in all this shit anyway. Figure we’re probably goin’ to have people gettin’ hurt. And like I said, I don’t think it’s a smart idea just headin’ out there on your own in this anyway. You’re safer with us.”

Nodding your head slowly, a small, tentative smile spread across your lips. “Then yeah,” you answered him. “I'd like to stay and help out while we wait out…whatever is going on out there.”

“Good,” he said with a firm nod. “You’re welcome to crash in my room here, too. Bit more private than out here, might make you feel more comfortable.” When he caught the way your eyes gradually narrowed in suspicion at him, he held up his hands in surrender, a trace of that grin returning. “Just offerin’ you a bed, darlin’. Nothin’ more than that. I’ll probably be busy dealin’ with a lot of shit ‘round here anyway. Someone should at least be gettin’ some decent sleep in it if I can’t.”

“Okay, but where are you planning to sleep when you eventually need to?” you asked him curiously. “Because eventually you'll have to sleep, Jax.”

He made a noncommittal noise like it was the least of his worries, a broad shoulder rising up and down in a shrug. That only had you wondering what more the Sons were planning on doing in all this mess if he figured he'd be that busy. 

“Got a couch in my room,” he told you. “I can just crash on that and let you take the bed.”

You were half-tempted to question how easily he'd just given up his own bed to you–a total stranger–but your thoughts had already switched to other things that seemed more important at the moment. There were things you were going to need if you were staying here now for an undetermined length of time.

“There's…also the issue that I have nothing with me,” you awkwardly pointed out.

Waving a bandaged hand at yourself, you saw the way Jax took in the sight of you sitting on the old couch still in your scrubs from the shift you'd finished earlier. His brows furrowed together, a faint crease forming between them as he looked you over. The way his gaze swept over you made your heart beat unevenly in a way that it shouldn't have considering the circumstances, but when his eyes met yours again, you forced yourself to focus on the issue.

“I've got no change of clothes with me,” you stated. “If I could get back to my place for just a quick trip, I could pack some. And I noticed that the first aid kit here is…lacking in comparison to mine.” When he continued to stare at you silently with that hard to read expression, you figured you'd throw in a few more reasons that might get him to see the point. “I've got a bit of food I could bring back, too. Blankets. And if the power goes out, I’ve got flashlights and candles–granted, they're scented. More first aid supplies that could be useful to have here.”

With a heavy sigh, Jax ran a hand through his long hair as he considered what you were getting at. The corners of his lips had fallen from the little grin he'd been wearing a bit ago into something more solemn and serious.

“You sayin’ you wanna go back out there?” he asked skeptically. “For clothes and candles?”

“And food and medical supplies,” you added. “Those might be important if we're dealing with this for a while. People are probably going to get hurt, like you said.”

He glanced over his shoulder, his lips still set in a thin line as he looked around the clubhouse at everyone. He stood in silent contemplation in front of you for a long moment before he returned his attention back down to you sitting on the couch.

“Alright,” he agreed slowly, scratching at the scruff along his chin. “But Juice and I are comin’ with. You're not goin’ out there alone. And it's just a quick trip to your place before we're comin’ right back here. No other stops.”

Pushing yourself up from the couch, you weren't going to argue with those terms. “Trust me, I'm not interested in staying out there for longer than necessary,” you assured him.

“I'll just go talk to Clay first and let him know where we're goin’,” Jax told you, uncrossing his arms and taking a step back. “Then I'll get Juice and we can head out.” He pointed a firm finger at you, his expression serious. “You stay here.”

You nodded in agreement before watching him turn to walk away, catching his mother's eyes on you from her place behind the bar when his broad body was no longer blocking her from view. One of her dark brows arched upwards, her expression carefully neutral as she stared you down from across the room. 

But the odd stare down meant to intimidate you was interrupted when a thin blonde in a nurse costume that looked nothing like your scrubs came rushing into the clubhouse in a panic, drawing both yours’ and Gemma’s attention with the way she headed straight for Jax. You watched as he paused at the sound of her calling his name, turning around in confusion at the sight of her. She practically threw herself against Jax, her crying bordering on fake as she clung to him.

“Ima, what the hell are you doin’ here?” Jax questioned her, hands hovering in the air as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

“I'm scared, Jax,” she whimpered against his shoulder, pink nails clutching at his kutte. “Haven't you seen the news? I overheard Luann saying this would be the safest place right now. She just shut the studio down in the middle of filming.”

Jax's jaw tightened, one hand finally landing on her shoulder gently. You saw the way he carefully pried her off of himself, his expression making it apparent that he wasn't in the mood to stand there and offer her comfort.

“Just get settled in somewhere then, okay?” he told her. “I'm kinda in the middle of some shit right now.”

She exaggerated a sniffle before looking up at him with a pout on her lips. You had no idea who this woman was, but the audacity of her to be acting like this with everything going on was already getting on your nerves. Clearly she had a thing for Jax–and being overly-dramatic–but this wasn't exactly the time or place for that.

“Can I stay with you?” she asked hopefully. “In your room?”

Jax shook his head at the question, his eyes darting past her briefly to you before they returned to her. “No, I'm already sharing my room with someone else, sweetheart,” he answered simply. “Ask one of the other guys or find some space out here, but I got shit I need to handle.”

Without offering her another word, Jax turned and swaggered his way through the crowd in the clubhouse in search of Clay. When he was out of sight, you saw the girl known as Ima turn around, her pout morphing into a dark glare as it landed on you. Glancing away from her, your attention returned to the news playing on the television as you waited for Jax and Juice. 

As if the craziness going on outside wasn't already enough, you had a feeling you'd just unintentionally made an enemy in here.

[moonlight-presence]

Switching Roles

Adrian Chase (Vigilante) X Female Reader

Summary: Caught fleeing a crime scene, Adrian is dragged into an interrogation that quickly becomes more than a battle of questions and lies. With you and your partner detective closing in and the pressure mounting, the air in the room grows thick, and an intensity between you and Adrian intensifies.

4,299 words

!SMUT CONTENT!

Chapter One: Suspect

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“Jesus fucking Christ…” your partner, Detective Fernandes, murmurs while he looks at the open file in his hands. 

 You chuckle, looking at the suspect in front of you through the glass. He’s handcuffed to the table, and the light above is flickering occasionally, casting an eerie ambience on the interrogation room. The man is in his early thirties with curly brown hair and vintage-style glasses. He looks harmless at first, but if you look at his eyes, you immediately see that there’s something definitely wrong about them. He doesn’t have that sparkle that most people do… That wavering of the iris that is so common with the suspects you interview. It’s as if he doesn’t feel much. 

 Seeing that in a human being can only be comparable to looking at the moon and seeing its light gone. 

 “Well, except for the fact that he has daddy and mommy issues and that he was wearing that weird superhero costume, he doesn’t strike me as the mass murderer type,” Fernandes says, closing the file. "It's hard to believe he's actually our guy and not some crazy fucker who wants a shot at fame."

 “Look at his eyes.”

 Fernandes frowns but does so, squinting as he comes closer to the glass. The suspect suddenly raises his gaze, meeting Fernandes’s face. 

 “Are you the fat fuck with the oily hands or the hot chick that looks like she can kill me?” he asks with a big grin. 

 Fernandes takes a step back, clearly unsettled by the fact that, although it’s impossible for him to see you two, he just perfectly met your partner's eyes. 

 “Alright, yeah, something is definitely off about this fuckface,” Fernandes concludes, visibly shuddering. 

 You chuckle, letting air blow out of your nose briefly. “Let’s see if he has anything useful to say.”

 Fernandes opens the door for you, and you thank him with a smile before stepping out. Multiple cops are walking around the police department, but everybody seems to take especially long passing by the interrogation room, as if they are trying to listen to anything useful. You aren’t surprised. It’s not every day you bring in a possible suspect for the Vigilante case. 

 “Can somebody bring me a better chair? This one makes my ass hurt like hell,” the suspect says as soon as you and Fernandes enter the interrogation room. 

 “Tough shit, your ass hurts. Deal with it, pal,” Fernandes says, closing the door behind you two. 

 “I bet yours does too after you take all those cocks at once, uh?” You can’t help but smile a bit at the man’s joke, making his eyes drop on you. “Oh, I wasn’t talking to you, sweetheart; I know you can handle multiple—”

 “Alright, asshole, that’s enough. Show her some respect,” Fernandes intervenes. 

 You pull a chair and sit on it, grabbing his file from Fernandes’s hands and opening it on the table. 

 “I’m just messing around, oily hands. I would never sexualize a woman because that’s wrong, and I’m all about doing what’s right,” he clarifies. “For example, your face isn’t that bad for somebody who shoves Cheetos down their throat every day. See? You are a guy, and I’m also complimenting you! I can’t be sexist.”

 “It says here that you work as a busboy at the Italian restaurant Fennel Fields,” you say, looking at his file. “It also says that your parents are divorced and your dad hasn’t been seen in a while.”

 “Yeah, he got married to this dude, and they are, like, super in love and shit, but Chris,” he turns to Fernandes, “he’s my best friend, oily hands,” he looks at you again, “he says that my dad is only pretending to be gay to get away from me, but that’s, like, super beside the point and—”

 “Alright, we get it,” you interrupt him. “Look, I know we both don’t wanna be here longer than we have to, so let me make this quick, okay? You are currently accused of being the mass murderer Vigilante, and let me tell you something, you aren’t making your case any better, Mr…” You read his last name. “Chase.”

 “Vigilante? Who’s that, Detective?” That sounds Italian, and despite working at Fennel Fields, I’m American, and I think it’s kind of racist to assume otherwise.”

 “My God, you love the sound of your voice, don’t you?” Fernandes says with a groan. 

 Mr. Chase thinks for a second, looking up, before replying, “Yes.”

 “Enough of this bullshit,” you exclaim with a bang on the table. The suspect doesn’t flinch one tiny bit at your sudden movement. “You were caught leaving a possible murder scene earlier this day, Mr. Chase. We found you dressed in an exact description of Vigilante’s suit, covered in blood from head to toe, holding a chainsaw in your hands while shouting, and I quote, ‘Fuck yeah, I finally got to use this bad boy!’”

 Chase nods in agreement with a big smile. He seems delighted to be reminded of what happened, and Fernandes’s face turns into a deep, confused frown. You are sure your confusion is also clear from your expression. 

 “Look, last time Harcourt said I wasn’t allowed to…” He stops speaking and coughs. “Never mind.”

 You look at him with a harsh stare before saying, “Who’s Harcourt? Is that your accomplice?”

 “She’s my imaginary friend. The doctor says they are normal for kids my age.”

 “Stop joking around, asshole,” Fernandes says, rubbing his temples. “I don’t think you understand the amount of shit you are stuck in right now…”

 “Well, oily hands, I’m actually not that concerned because last time I checked, it isn’t illegal to have a chainsaw. So suck on that,” he says while emphasizing his words with a tap on the table. 

 “It is, however, illegal to murder somebody, Mr. Chase.” You look at his file again and pull out a photo from it. “Do you recognize this man?”

 He takes a glance at the photo before shrugging. “Is that Jimmy Fallon?”

 “That is the man you murdered, dickwad,” Fernandes says. “He got his head cut off by a chainsaw, and his brain opened like a watermelon.”

 “Is he okay?” Chase asks, making Fernandes groan. 

 You chuckle at that, shaking your head. “Do you have an alibi we can check?”

 “I was jerking off in my bedroom.”

 You hum at his words, running your tongue on your lower lip for a second before inhaling deeply and crossing your arms. “Do you want to get sent to Belle Reve, Mr. Chase?”

 “That’s for bad guys only, Detective,” he says with a serious voice. “Besides, I’m not a metahuman.”

 You lick your teeth, making a sucking noise with your mouth. “Several reports claim that Vigilante has superhuman healing capabilities, Mr. Chase. If you were found guilty, you would be sent to Belle Reve.”

 “Do they have cable TV?” You stare at him with a scowl. “I can't miss Fargo.”

 “This is fucking pointless,” Fernandes says, turning to you. “Let’s just search his house and wait for forensics to test the blood we found on his suit. I’m positive it matches the victim’s.”

 You look at your partner for a moment, considering his proposition before speaking. 

 “Can you go grab me a coffee? From that new machine, not from that old piece of shit, alright?” Fernandes slowly nods, but it’s clear he’s confused. “Mr. Chase and I need to have a little talk in the meantime…”

 Fernandes’s eyes widen as he realizes the message between the lines, and then he looks at the suspect. 

 “Sure thing… It might take a while; you know how far away that new machine is…” 

 He looks at Chase with a menacing smile before getting up and walking towards the door. 

 “It was nice meeting you, oily hands!” Chase says before Fernandes bangs the door closed. 

 You wait a few seconds, staring at him, until you get up as well and reach for the doorknob. You turn the lock, and a faint click is heard, letting you know that nobody is going in or out of that room any time soon. 

 “Now…” You turn around, looking at the suspect. ”Where were we…Adrian?”

 He tilts his head, leaning on the chair with a grin. “You tell me.”

 Adrian seems to be having the best time of his life while you take off your jacket, put it on the back of your chair, and lean forward. 

 “Are you going to confess, or do we need to do this the hard way?” you ask him intimidatingly.

 Adrian leans forward, your faces inches apart. “You stole that from a shitty cop show, Detective?”

 You two stare at each other for a couple of seconds, nothing but pregnant silence in the room, before he bursts out laughing. He leans back, holding his belly as best he can in those handcuffs. 

 “I fucking loved our back and forth! Did you see that idiot’s face?! What an idiot!” he says while laughing hysterically. 

 Your face remains stone cold, but not for long, and soon you are breaking and laughing with him. 

 “Come on, baby, gimme your hands; let me get you out of those,” you say, reaching for his wrists. 

 “Aw, but they are so comfortable!” he says, but hands you the chain anyway. 

 You roll your eyes, but a smile stays on your lips as you grab the chain that’s connecting the handcuffs and break it apart with a pull.

 “How the fuck are we getting out of here?” he asks you. 

 You stretch your spine, looking up at the flickering light before groaning. “Fuck knows… My god, this body is old as shit. Can’t believe our dear detective has back pain at 30.”

 Adrian starts walking around the room, searching the walls for a way to get out. “Yeah, but she’s pretty hot; you gotta admit that!”

 You chuckle before concentrating on Fernandes’s appearance. You let your mind remember every single detail about his body and face, as well as his voice, before scales wrap around your flesh and you transform into him. 

 “How about this one, baby?”

Adrian looks at you with a horrified expression. “Baby, you know I’m all about fucking a man, but that’s straight out of a horror movie. Or a bad porno.”

 You laugh and then shake your shoulders, letting your body transform to your original form. Adrian smiles as you become yourself again. 

 “Better?” you ask him. 

“Much.”

 You wink and then look at his file. “We should burn that after we get out of this fucking shithole… Also, I’m really fucking horny, so we'd better make this quick.” 

 Adrian stops searching the walls and looks at you. He adjusts his glasses as he speaks. 

 “You know what we should do?” he asks with a menacing grin. 

 You frown. “Try pegging?”

 “Yeah, but not right now,” he dismisses your suggestion quickly, then looks at the table. “We should fuck on their table.”

 You glance at the metal table, and a smirk grows on your lips. “Adrian?”

“Yeah?”

 “Has anybody ever told you, you are a fucking genius?”

 He walks slowly towards you with his hands behind his back. “Peacemaker has said I’m batshit crazy and probably dumber than a cow, but you know him; he’s always joking around. That’s part of his amazing personality.”

 “Well, fuck Peacemaker and fuck the 11th Street Kids right now,” you whisper, grabbing the back of his neck. “Those fuckers left us alone after we killed that butterfly asshole, and I had to come save you all by myself… You know how hard it was to knock that bitch detective unconscious? She struggled quite a bit for somebody who has this much back pain.”

 “Yeah, imagine how I felt when they stripped me naked and made me wear these ugly-ass prisoner clothes… They aren’t even comfortable, and they smell like old man’s balls, and not even the good kind,” Adrian says with a pout as he grabs your waist. 

 “Poor baby…” You bring your faces closer. “Guess somebody needs a little reward, uh?”

 “Honey,” Adrian says, bringing you closer with a shove. “I just need your pussy.”

 You smirk before crashing your lips together. 

Chapter Two: Escape

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The light seems to flicker at the exact same second your lips meet. It's almost poetic, and you are sure that if you weren’t currently horny as fuck, you would've found the moment sweet. However, the ache between your thighs has been unbearable ever since you saw Adrian handcuffed to the table—even though the detective's thoughts invaded your own, as it so often does whenever you morph into somebody else. It's a little side effect of your power. 

 Sometimes, it's hard to distinguish between yourself and everybody you have ever become. You wake up in the middle of the night, crying over lost ones you never had, mourning children who never existed, and loving people you don't know. 

 It was hell before you joined the 11th Street Kids and met Adrian. Somehow, he understood you… Somehow, he didn't seem to care that you got mixed up often, called people by their wrong names, or couldn't control your personality. Adrian was weird, yeah, and a psychopath, but so were you. Your sense of reason was long gone, drowned in the millions of thoughts of strangers. 

 But none of it mattered now. Not that stupid bitch detective, or her partner, or anybody in the fucking world. You had just killed an alien butterfly, and you needed to fuck Adrian until you couldn't walk tomorrow. 

 “Can't they…Fuck… See us through that mirror thingy?” Adrian asks between kisses. 

 You bite his lower lip, making him groan and look at the mirror. “That fucker is not there, baby. I would sense him if he were.” You grab his collar. “It's just me, you, and a whole lotta fucking.” 

 “Just like God intended,” Adrian says, grabbing your ass and squeezing it roughly.

“Aren't you an atheist?” 

Adrian shrugs. “I'm also lactose intolerant, and you don’t see me quitting ice cream.” 

 You laugh. “Good point.” 

 Adrian brings your lips together, and you moan into his mouth as your hands roughly grab his hair. You pull it and run your nails through his scalp. 

 He seems to love that as he groans and grabs your body. You let his hands explore every inch of you, cursing that you are both wearing clothes. 

 “I need you,” you say, grabbing his boner. You squeeze it, making Adrian moan. 

 “Get your lovely ass on the table, then,” he says, slapping your ass. 

 You giggle but move to the table, sitting on it while your forearms are supporting you from behind. The surface is cold, and the files are scattered across it, but you just stare at Adrian with a seductive gaze. 

 Your thighs drop open. “I'm so wet for you, baby. It's like a damn waterfall down here.” 

 Adrian licks his bottom lip and grins, walking towards you. He puts his hands on your knees and runs his hands to your waist. 

 “You know what I love about you?” 

 “My amazing tits?” 

“No, but they are definitely on the list of your top qualities.” 

 You smirk as he undoes the zipper of your pants. “My amazing personality?” 

 “You know I love all of them, baby,” he whispers. “But no.” 

 “Let me think…” Adrian’s hand goes inside your jeans, finding your clothed core and making you gasp. “Fuck… I give up; tell me.” 

 He circles your clothed clit slowly, feeling how wet the fabric is. 

 “I love how horny you get after we kill somebody,” he finally says, his voice lower than usual. 

 You smirk at his confession, but your cockiness shatters as he circles your clit faster. “Adrian, please…” 

 He smiles but shoves your panties aside and finally strokes your wet folds. 

 You gasp at the raw contact and grip the table's edges, making him grin. 

 “A waterfall indeed… I could drown in all this pussy juice.” 

 You laugh, feeling him tease your entrance. “Don't…Ah… Call it that.” 

 He starts entering you with one finger slowly. “Why not? It's like a sweet nectar, baby.”

 He adds another finger, making you bite your lower lip. You feel his digits go in and out of you, making a squelching sound that's too obscene to describe. 

“Good?” 

 “Real good,” you reply. 

 He leans forward, putting his mouth inches from yours as he continues lingering over you. Adrian doesn't kiss you. Instead, he just stares at you and studies your microexpressions of pleasure. 

 You are moaning softly, bucking your hips with his fingers, and nearly jumping in place when he hits your G-spot. 

 “Just like that…” you moan, looking into his eyes. They are so perfect. 

“Yeah?” 

 You hum in agreement and feel his hot breath against your lips. The smell is so familiar to you that it's almost nostalgic by now. 

 Then, Adrian picks up his pace, and you whimper. 

“Ssshhh….” 

 You shut your mouth, biting your bottom lip harder, as Adrian fingers you to a mind-shattering orgasm. 

 You can see the veins on his forearm become more prominent as he moves his arm faster. It's truly a sight to see.

 His glasses are a bit foggy from your breath, but he doesn't seem to mind as he watches you attentively. 

 Soon, you feel that familiar knot in your lower stomach. 

 “I'm gonna…Fuck…” you moan, closing your eyes.

 Adrian circles your clit suddenly with his thumb while he stimulates your G-spot, and that's all it takes for your orgasm to burst through you. 

 You feel your thighs shaking and your back arching. A moan escapes your mouth before Adrian covers it with his palm, making your noises muffled. 

 He continues fingering you until it's too much and you close your thighs, pushing his hand away.

 “Fucking hell,” you whisper, breathless. 

 Adrian takes his fingers out of your jeans and raises them to his mouth. He wraps his lips around the sticky digits and sucks them clean while looking at you. 

 “Your diet is really good, baby. I bet you eat a lot of pineapples,” Adrian says with a mouthful. 

 You shove him away playfully, still tired from your orgasm. 

 “Fuck off.” 

 “I think I would rather fuck you,” he says while wiggling his eyebrows. 

 “Well… Then who am I to deny you?” 

 Adrian takes his fingers out of his mouth, smiling as he does so, and grabs your waist. You don't even have time to think before he flips you around, pressing your stomach on the cold table. If you were a normal human, the impact would have hurt you, but it barely makes you tingle.

 You look behind your shoulder and see him looking at your ass, his eyes hungry. He massages it before grabbing the hem of your jeans and shoving them down your thighs. The cold air hits your wet pussy, and you clench. 

 “Fuck, baby,” you whisper as he grabs your cheeks. 

 “I never understood why this is called doggystyle,” Adrian says casually as if he isn’t tracing your folds with his fingers. “Do dogs only fuck like this? That hardly seems fair! Oh my god, does that ugly-ass dog… What’s his name?”

 You can barely speak as he teases your clit, but manage to spit out the next words, “Krypto, right? Fuck… Dumbass name.”

 “That’s it! Well, does that ugly-ass dog only fuck like this?” Adrian cups your pussy with his palm, making you groan. 

 “Adrian, baby, I’m gonna need you to get inside me before somebody gets here and—”

 He slaps your ass cheek, making you bite your lip and your head fall between your shoulders. “Bastard,” you whisper with a smile. 

 “I’m pretty sure I’m not.” He massages the area he slapped, shooting the slight pain, and then grabs his cock with his glistening palm. He strokes it once and twice before lining it with your entrance. “But, hey, maybe my mom fucked another dude while my dad and she were still married. It’s a free world.”

 That’s all he says before thrusting inside of you. 

 You arch your back at the sensation and moan, supporting your torso with your hands on the table. You are still wearing that tight-ass buttoned-up blouse and bra, and you curse the detective, what’s her name, for wearing such uncomfortable clothes. 

 “Just like fucking a tight slimy volcano,” Adrian says with a raspy voice. “Never gets old.”

 He goes all the way out before slamming inside of you again, making you whimper his name. Adrian grabs your waist, making you steady yourself, and then sets a slow pace, going in and out of you. 

 It’s really not enough to satisfy you, and you look at him again, your hair falling like a cascade to the other side of your face. 

 “Harder, baby. Come on, give it to me.”

 Adrian tilts his head. “But I’m giving it to you, baby. Like my cock is literally inside of your vagina right now.”

 You laugh, pushing your ass back and making him enter you quickly. “Yeah, I know, but I need you to fuck me faster. Please?”

 Adrian hums before thrusting into you harder than before, making you gasp. “Like that?”

 “Perfect,” you whisper. 

 He smirks and starts fucking you faster, making your body jolt back and forward and your nipples harden underneath your bra. You put your forearms on the table and part your thighs more, giving Adrian more access. He seems to take the hint as he angles his cock slightly up, hitting your G-spot perfectly. You gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure and grab the edge of the table again, holding it for dear life. 

 “You know... Shit…” Adrian starts saying breathlessly, “I’m starting to think those dogs are onto something with this position… Ah.”

 You hum in agreement and press your cheek on the table, drool coming out of your mouth as you are drowning in pleasure. Adrian is moaning and groaning from the other side, and the noises are enough to make you clench around his shaft. Even though you came a few minutes ago, you are already getting close to your climax. 

 “My hair…” You manage to say. 

 Adrian doesn’t need any further explanation as he fists your hair and pulls it, making your head go back. You hiss and smirk at the sensation, and he pulls it again, loving how you react. 

 “Make it a different color, baby. The one you wore a few weeks ago,” he asks you. 

 You focus your best on the hair color he’s talking about, and then your strands change into that shade. To him, it looks like they are being washed in the color. 

 “I’ll never get tired of your powers, baby… Fuck,” Adrian says, making your chest grow all warm and tight. 

 “I’m close… Fuck… It feels so good,” you moan. 

 Adrian groans, putting his other hand on your throat and pulling you up. Your back meets his chest, and you can tell he’s dripping sweat underneath the shirt. His hot breath hits your ear, making you shiver.

 “Me too… “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers against your ear. 

  His hands remain on your throat, just wrapping around it gently, not really applying any pressure. His fingers are scorching hot and sweaty. 

 “Ah…Ah…Adrian… I’m gonna." You squeeze your eyes shut and open your mouth into an ‘O’ shape. 

 He travels his hand to your clit and strokes it fast, making your orgasm finally reach you. 

 Your walls start clenching and unclenching around his shaft, making him go over the edge. Adrian whimpers your name, and you feel his cum spill inside of you just as your body shakes with pleasure and your mind goes blank. His cock is pulsing, making everything ten times stronger. 

 “Fuuuuuuck…” he lets the world prolong itself in your ear as if he’s in pain. 

 You moan as you start calming down. Adrian stops his fingers on your clit, just letting them rest there as your arousal spills from around his shaft. 

 You begin laughing, softly at first and then louder. Adrian joins you, his free hand going to your head and turning it so you two can kiss. You do it slowly, just savoring each other for a few seconds before pulling apart. 

 “I love your pussy so much,” Adrian whispers.

 “Well, I love your dick so much,” you reply, making him grin. You look at him, seeing how foggy his lenses are, and smile. “We should probably go… I’m pretty sure somebody is coming.”

 “Well, so were we a few seconds ago,” Adrian says, making you laugh. 

 “Oh, come on, I’m serious.”

 You push his chest, making him slip out of you. You feel his cum run down your thigh and shiver, but there’s no time to clean up now. Besides, you are going to burn these stupid clothes anyway. 

 “Alright,” you say, pulling your jeans and panties up. “I’m gonna open the door, transform back to that bitch, and escort you out of the building.”

 “Can’t we just kill them?” Adrian asks with a pout. “Pretty sure somebody in here is a bad person!”

 You cup his face. “No, baby, we don’t have enough people with us for that.” You give him a quick kiss. “Come on, we gotta go.”

 You focus on the detective again and transform into her. Her memories become yours, and you fight the urge to lock Adrian back to the table.

 “You okay?” Adrian asks as you grab his file and unlock the door. 

 “Yeah, baby,” you reassure him. You grab the doorknob. “Ready?”

 Adrian puts his hands behind his back, pretending he’s still handcuffed. “Always.”

 You open the door, grab him by his wrists, and, like nothing ever happened inside that interrogation room, step out with Adrian. 

[slipstreamblues]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

Part 18.5

A/N: Welcome to part two. My apologies and condolences in advance. Love you guys.

You arrived at Silverstone early enough on Sunday that the paddock still had that brief stretch of calm before race day really woke up. Mechanics were already moving around the garages, engineers walking past with coffees and laptops, but the roaring grandstands were still just a distant hum somewhere beyond the paddock buildings. Rain nor shine would ever stop the fans, you had realized, happy that you had brought your own rain coat.

McLaren’s garage lights were already on.

Lando was standing with his race engineer and one of the performance guys while they looked over something on a tablet. He glanced up when you walked in, the conversation pausing just long enough for him to acknowledge you.

“Morning.”

“Morning.”

You dropped your bag near the strategy desk while someone handed you the overnight media notes and the updated race-day schedule. Mechanics rolled a tire trolley past behind you while the engineers finished their point.

Lando stepped away once they wrapped.

“You sleep?” he asked.

“Enough.”

He nodded once, glancing at the paper in your hand.

“What’s the damage today?”

“Two Sky hits, team media, sponsor thing before the parade. Not to mention this fuck ass weather.”

He grimaced.

“Love that.”

“You’ll survive.”

He glanced toward the hospitality building.

“Caroline and Richard up there?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell them good luck.”

“With what?”

He gestured vaguely toward the circuit outside.

“This.”

You snorted and headed toward hospitality.

___

McLaren hospitality was already busy when you walked in. It always felt like a different world from the garage. Quiet lighting, long buffet tables set up along the wall, espresso machines running constantly, people eating breakfast while replay screens played silently on televisions mounted around the room.

You grabbed a plate from the stack and moved down the buffet line, loading it with scrambled eggs, a slice of toast, and some fruit before stopping at the coffee station. Instead of the hot coffee everyone else seemed to be drinking, you filled a plastic cup with iced coffee and snapped the lid on before heading toward the tables.

Caroline and Richard were seated near one of the windows overlooking the paddock.

Richard had a full plate in front of him and looked like someone who had just discovered a new hobby.

“This is unbelievable,” he said as you sat down.

“You’ve been here two whole days.”

“I know. I still stand by it.”

Caroline looked far more composed about the whole thing. She was halfway through her coffee, watching the paddock outside like someone studying a large and mildly chaotic social experiment.

“You’re late,” she said.

“It’s ten in the morning.”

“You’re late.”

You set your plate down and took a sip of the iced coffee.

Richard gestured out the window.

“How many people are actually here today?”

“480,000 across the weekend,” you said. “That was the official number last year and they’re expecting about the same again.”

Richard blinked.

“Seriously? Even in this weather?”

“Yep.”

He leaned back in his chair, impressed.

“That’s a small city.”

“It’s Silverstone.”

Caroline finally turned away from the window.

“And this is just one race.”

“Yes.”

Another roar rolled across the circuit somewhere beyond the paddock buildings.

Richard looked toward the sound.

“That was loud.”

“They’re probably showing the drivers on the big screens,” you said.

He looked back at you.

“So how many British drivers are there right now?”

You counted them off on your fingers while you cut into the eggs.

“Lando, Lewis, George, Alex.”

“Alex counts?”

“He races under the Thai flag,” you said, “but he grew up in London and came through British karting. The crowd absolutely claims him.”

Richard nodded thoughtfully.

“So four.”

“Four British drivers at the British Grand Prix,” you said. “The crowd loses its mind about it.”

Caroline glanced toward the garages again.

“And this one,” she said, nodding slightly toward the McLaren side of the paddock, “is the hometown favorite.”

“That’s debatable.”

Richard laughed.

“That explains the chanting.”

You took another sip of the iced coffee.

“Just wait until the driver parade.”

Caroline finally picked up her fork.

“Well,” she said calmly, “I’m enjoying the spectacle.”

You checked the time on your phone.

“I’ve got about ten minutes before media starts.”

Richard pointed his fork at you.

“You should actually eat something then.”

“I am eating.”

“That’s coffee.”

“There are eggs on the plate and fruit and toast.”

Caroline shook her head slightly.

You finished the toast and stood up, grabbing the iced coffee again.

“I’ll come back after the first media block.”

Richard waved you off.

“Go manage the circus.”

Caroline didn’t look up from her plate.

“Try to enjoy at least part of it.”

You smiled faintly.

“No promises.”

By the time you got back down to the garage the paddock had properly woken up. The quiet from earlier was gone. Fans were already pressed against the fences along the paddock walkway, cameras pointed through the gaps hoping to catch drivers walking past. Every few minutes the noise from the grandstands rolled across the circuit in waves.

Lando looked up when you stepped back in.

“You eat?”

“Yes.”

“Actual food?”

You lifted the iced coffee in your hand.

“This counts.”

“That does not count.”

You set the cup down on the workbench and looked at your phone.

“Sky is waiting.”

He exhaled.

“Already?”

“You knew this was happening.”

“I was hoping it wasn’t.”

You jerked your head toward the front of the garage.

“Come on.”

The Sky crew was set up just outside the entrance. A producer stepped forward the second he saw you.

“Lando, we’re ready.”

You stayed off to the side while they clipped the mic to his shirt and counted him in.

“How’s the morning been so far?” the interviewer asked.

“Pretty normal,” Lando said. “Just going through the plan.”

“Big day for you here.”

“Yeah, it should be a good one.”

They ran through a few standard questions about the car and the race. Nothing complicated. You watched the time on your phone while the segment wrapped.

“Thanks, Lando,” the producer said.

You stepped forward again immediately.

“Next one.”

He looked at you.

“You’re very efficient today.”

“That’s my job.”

The next camera setup was closer to the hospitality building. You walked him over while someone from the team media group was already getting their equipment ready.

That interview was shorter. A couple questions for the team channels, a quick sponsor mention, then the camera cut.

You checked your phone again.

“Last one.”

“Please tell me that’s true.”

“It is.”

He followed you toward the hospitality side where the sponsor group was waiting. A small table had been set up with two cameras and someone holding a clipboard.

He sat down, answered their questions, smiled for a couple photos, and stood up again once they finished.

“That it?” he asked.

“That’s it,” you said.

He nodded.

“Good.”

The engineer who had been looking for him earlier appeared at the edge of the hospitality area.

“Lando, we need you.”

He glanced at you once.

“See you in a bit.”

“Go,” you said.

He headed back toward the garage with the engineer while you stayed where you were for a moment, checking your phone and making sure nothing else had been added to the schedule.

A while later you made your way back down towards the garage and away from hospitality, cutting through the usual maze of team staff, media, and guests who all seemed to be moving with purpose in slightly different directions. The air still felt damp from the rain earlier that morning, the concrete outside the garages darker in patches where it hadn’t fully dried.

When you reached the McLaren garage entrance, Lando was standing just outside with one of the engineers, arms crossed, both of them looking up toward the sky.

You slowed as you walked over.

“What’s the verdict?” you asked.

Lando tilted his head slightly, still squinting at the cloud cover hanging over the circuit.

“Silverstone’s being dramatic.”

You followed his gaze. The sky was thick and grey again, the kind that looked like it might start raining at any second but couldn’t quite decide.

“It rained earlier,” the engineer said, nodding toward the darker strip of track farther down pit lane. “Radar says there’s another patch floating around.”

Lando glanced back toward the garage.

“Of course there is.”

You slipped your phone into your pocket.

“So we’re doing the full British experience today.”

“Looks like it.”

A voice farther down the paddock started calling drivers toward the staging area for the parade.

One of the media girls leaned out from the garage doorway.

“Parade in a minute.”

Lando pushed away from the railing and glanced back at the sky one more time.

“Great,” he muttered. “Just enough rain to make everything tricky.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You love tricky races.”

“Yeah,” he said, starting toward the pit lane exit. “Not when it’s my home race.”

He glanced back at you once as he walked away with the other drivers being herded toward the trucks.

___

Without Lando there the place felt oddly quiet. Not empty, just focused. People moving with purpose, speaking in low voices, radios crackling here and there while someone watched weather radar on one of the monitors. Outside the garage the sky still looked undecided, the same heavy grey cloud cover hanging over the circuit like it might start raining again if it got bored.

You leaned against the back workbench and checked your phone, scrolling through the schedule out of habit even though you already knew there was nothing left to add. The parade usually bought everyone about half an hour where nothing dramatic happened.

A few minutes later the noise outside shifted again as the trucks came back around and the drivers started filtering back through the paddock entrance.

Lando walked into the garage with the rest of them, hair a little windblown. He glanced toward the screens where the engineers were standing.

“What’s the sky doing?” he asked.

“Thinking about it,” someone replied.

Lando looked out through the garage opening again, squinting at the clouds.

“Great.”

You pushed off the workbench. “How patriotic was it?”

He dragged a hand across the back of his neck. “Extremely.”

“Flags?”

“Too many.”

“God save the Queen, or whatever.”

Lando disappeared toward the back room to change while the rest of the crew kept moving around the car.

You wandered toward the front of the garage just as he came back out a few minutes later.

For a second you didn’t say anything.

Then you looked at him.

Then at the other side of the garage where Oscar had just stepped out as well.

Both of them were zipped into the black race suits McLaren had brought for the weekend.

You pointed between them.

“Oh absolutely not.”

Lando blinked. “What?”

You gestured at both of them.

“You two stole my entire aesthetic.”

Oscar looked down at himself.

“…What?”

“You,” you said, pointing at Lando. “And you,” pointing at Oscar. “Are both dressed like the grim reaper.”

Oscar laughed.

“You wear black every day.”

“Yes,” you said. “Which means this is my look.”

Lando glanced down at the suit again, then back at you.

“It’s just a race suit.”

“It’s a coordinated attack,” you replied.

Oscar shook his head, still smiling. “She’s serious.”

One of the mechanics nearby snorted.

Another one pulled his phone out immediately.

“Hang on,” he said. “Stand there.”

Before either driver could protest he waved you forward between them.

“Come on,” he said. “This is too good.”

You stepped between the two of them, both drivers still in full black race kit while you stood there in your usual all black outfit, arms folded.

The mechanic held the phone up.

“Perfect,” he said.

Lando glanced down at you.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

The phone snapped a few photos.

Someone else behind the three of you laughed. “The three horsemen of the apocalypse.”

Oscar pointed at you.

“She started it.”

You shrugged.

“It’s my brand.”

The mechanic checked the photo and grinned.

“Yeah that one’s getting framed.”

Lando shook his head and stepped away toward the car again while someone called his name from the pit lane side of the garage.

“Alright,” he muttered with a sigh. “Back to work.”

You leaned against the side of the garage wall again as the crew started moving the car toward pit lane.

The engine fired a moment later, the sound filling the garage while two mechanics walked beside the McLaren guiding it carefully out into pit lane and toward the grid. Once it was gone the garage felt strangely hollow.

Engineers stayed planted in front of the timing screens while a couple mechanics started stacking equipment cases along the back wall. The pre-race broadcast played silently on the monitor above them, the grid already filling with people.

Instead of following the engineers down pit lane you turned back toward hospitality.

Caroline and Richard were still at the table where you had left them, Caroline finishing her coffee while Richard studied the timing screen.

You stopped beside them.

“Come on.”

Richard looked up. “Where are we going?”

“You wanted to see how this works,” you said. “This is the part where it gets about as close as you can get without actually driving the car.”

Caroline stood immediately.

“Excellent.”

A few minutes later the three of you stepped out onto the grid.

It was chaos in the most controlled way possible. Cameras everywhere. Photographers crouched between cars. Mechanics leaning over front wings while engineers spoke into radios. Guests wandering around trying very hard not to touch anything that cost more than their house. 

Richard slowed almost immediately, turning in a slow circle as he took it all in.

“This is insane.”

“It’s actually calmer than usual,” you said.

Caroline was already scanning the grid like she was studying a boardroom.

You nodded toward the papaya car a few rows ahead.

“There.”

Lando was standing beside it talking with his race engineer while his dad and mum stood near the barrier a few feet away. His brother leaned against the fence talking with Max while his sisters were laughing about something beside them.

Lando spotted you crossing the grid and lifted an eyebrow slightly.

You gestured behind you.

“Field trip part two.”

Richard shook his hand while Caroline gave him a polite nod like they weren’t standing in the middle of a Formula One starting grid.

“This is quite the production,” she said calmly.

“You should see it when everyone’s trying to leave,” Lando replied.

Richard glanced around at the photographers circling the cars.

“How long does all this last?”

“Until they kick everyone off,” you said.

As if on cue an announcement rolled across the grid speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please make your way toward the front of the grid for the national anthem.”

The whole place shifted immediately.

Guests started moving toward the barriers. Mechanics stepped away from the cars. Photographers hurried toward the front straight.

Lando squeezed his gloves once in his hands and nodded toward the start line.

“See you in a minute.”

You watched him walk down toward the front of the grid with the rest of the drivers.

Caroline and Richard followed you toward the barrier near the McLaren slot while the drivers lined up together near the start line facing the main grandstand.

From where you stood you could see them clearly.

Twenty drivers in a straight line across the front of the grid. Race suits zipped to the neck. Hands folded in front of them while the crowd noise softened for the first time all day.

The anthem started.

For a few minutes the entire circuit felt strangely still.

When it ended the grid snapped back to life almost immediately.

Drivers turned and started walking back down the grid toward their cars while marshals began ushering guests toward pit lane.

You tapped Richard lightly on the shoulder.

“Come on. We’re getting out of the way.”

A few minutes later you were back inside the McLaren garage.

Lando’s family had already made their way there as well. Adam and Cisca stood near the timing screens while Oliver leaned against one of the tool cabinets talking with Max.

One of the engineers glanced up when you walked in.

“Headsets?”

“Yes please,” you said.

He handed one to Richard and another to Caroline before pointing them toward the row of monitors along the back wall.

Richard slipped his on and looked immediately impressed.

“Oh this is brilliant.”

Caroline adjusted hers more carefully, eyes moving across the telemetry screens and the race broadcast.

Outside the roar of the crowd swelled again as the drivers climbed back into their cars.

On the main monitor the McLarens sat on the grid waiting for the start procedure.

Richard watched the screen for a moment before glancing over at you.

“Well,” he said quietly.

“This seems stressful.”

You folded your arms and looked at the monitor.

“Just wait until the first corner.”

On the monitor the cars rolled away for the formation lap, weaving slightly across the track to bring the tires up to temperature. The sky above the circuit looked exactly the way it had all morning, thick grey cloud sitting low over the grandstands like it hadn’t quite decided what it wanted to do yet.

Adam stood beside the timing screens with his arms folded while Cisca hovered next to him, watching the broadcast like she might somehow help from here.

On the monitor the cars formed back up on the grid.

Twenty cars.

Five red lights.

The entire garage leaned forward slightly without realizing it.

Lights out.

The roar from the crowd outside punched straight through the walls.

On the screen the field exploded into motion, cars scattering toward the first corner in a blur of color and tire smoke.

Richard leaned closer to the monitor. “How do they even see where they’re going?”

“Don’t ask me,” you said.

The first few laps were tight but clean. Lando settled in quickly, the McLaren running near the front while the timing tower shifted constantly as DRS opened and closed across the first few laps.

The weather started changing not long after.

You noticed it first on the radar screen one of the engineers had pulled up beside the timing monitors.

A strip of blue creeping across the map.

“Here it comes,” one of them muttered.

A few minutes later the rain arrived.

The broadcast camera cut to a wide shot of Silverstone and you could see the track darkening in patches while drivers began complaining about grip over the radio.

Richard looked up at the screen. “That looks… slippery.”

“Yeah,” you said.

On the next lap a car slid wide through a corner, tires skating across the damp surface.

The engineers leaned forward.

Someone behind you said quietly, “This is going to get messy.”

The race turned chaotic from there.

Cars diving into the pits. Engineers talking over each other through the radios. The safety car appearing on the broadcast after a spin farther down the order.

The entire garage stood now.

Even Caroline had moved closer to the monitors.

“Which one is him?” Richard asked.

You pointed toward the papaya car near the front of the field.

“That one.”

The race restarted.

The pack bunched up again behind the safety car lights before launching back into full speed the moment it peeled away.

Oscar jumped into the lead not long after.

On the monitor the two McLarens looked strong, both cars moving cleanly through the field while the rest of the grid struggled with the damp track.

“Not bad,” Richard said quietly.

Then the message appeared on the timing screen.

A penalty.

Ten seconds.

The engineers went quiet.

No one said anything for a moment as the broadcast replay showed the incident behind the safety car.

Someone near the front of the garage exhaled slowly.

“Well,” one of the strategists said under his breath.

On the main screen the positions shuffled again once the pit stops cycled through.

Lando moved into the lead.

Outside the noise from the grandstands swelled so loudly you could hear it even through the garage walls.

Richard blinked at the screen. “Is that… good?”

You smiled slightly.

“Yes.”

The rain came and went through the final part of the race, the track drying just enough that drivers began pushing harder again.

The tension inside the garage built with every lap.

Five laps to go.

No one sat anymore.

Everyone watched the timing screen counting down while the camera stayed locked on the papaya car leading the race.

Three laps.

Adam rubbed his hands together nervously.

One of the mechanics whispered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer.

Final lap.

The crowd outside had started cheering before the car even reached the last corner.

Then the checkered flag appeared on the screen.

For half a second the garage didn’t react.

Then the entire place exploded.

Headsets flew off. Mechanics were shouting. Someone clapped Adam on the back while Flo jumped up and down beside Cisca like they’d just watched a goal go in.

Richard stared at the monitor, stunned.

“Well,” he said slowly.

“That was something.”

You folded your arms, smiling as the broadcast showed Lando weaving down the straight, crowd losing its mind in the grandstands.

“Yeah,” you said.

“He won his first home race.”

On the main screen Lando was still on the cooldown lap, weaving slightly as he made his way around the circuit. Every time the camera cut to the grandstands the place looked like it was shaking.

“Where does he go now?” Richard asked.

“Parc fermé,” you said. “They park the cars. Quick interviews. Then podium.”

Caroline tilted her head toward the monitor where the broadcast had switched to the pit lane camera.

“Do we stay here?”

“Depends how chaotic it gets,” you said.

The garage door suddenly filled with noise as a few team members started spilling out toward the pit wall, trying to get closer to the parc fermé gate where the top three would pull in.

Max glanced toward the door.

“I’m going out there.”

Oliver nodded immediately.

“Yeah same.”

Flo grabbed Cisca’s arm and dragged her along before anyone could stop them.

Adam hesitated for about half a second before following them.

That left you, Caroline, and Richard still standing near the timing wall while the broadcast cut to the parc fermé entrance.

The papaya car rolled in first.

The moment the engine shut off the noise from the grandstands somehow got even louder.

Richard looked toward the open garage door.

“Should we—”

“Yes,” you said, already moving.

The three of you stepped out toward pit lane just as drivers started climbing out of their cars.

On the screen above parc fermé the broadcast showed Lando pulling off his helmet.

The roar from the crowd was deafening.

Richard leaned closer to you as the celebration started unfolding near the barrier.

“Is this the part where people start spraying champagne?”

You shook your head.

“Not yet.”

Caroline glanced toward the fenced-off parc fermé area where team members were already gathering.

“And where are you supposed to be?”

You exhaled quietly.

“Technically?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Right about there.”

She smiled slightly.

“Then go.”

You hesitated for half a second before stepping toward the barrier separating the team area from parc fermé, dragging Caroline and Richard with you.

You watched from behind the barrier with the rest of the McLaren group while he pulled his gloves off and ran a hand through his hair, still catching his breath.

An FIA official pointed toward the scale.

He stepped onto it automatically, boots planted in the center while the numbers flashed across the small digital screen. The process took maybe five seconds, but the entire moment was broadcast on the giant screens above the pit lane like it was part of the show.

Richard leaned toward you.

“They have to weigh him?”

“Driver and car have to meet minimum weight,” you said.

“That’s intense.”

“Everything here is intense.”

Once the reading finished, Lando stepped down and finally looked up toward the crowd gathered behind the barriers.

That was when the noise really started.

Flo and Cisca were already yelling his name. Oliver leaned halfway over the barrier trying to reach him while Adam clapped one of the mechanics on the shoulder, grinning like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just watched.

Max was laughing beside them, shaking his head.

“About time!” he shouted across the barrier.

Lando grinned, walking toward the fence for a second before someone from the broadcast crew tugged him away toward the quick interviews.

You stayed where you were while the microphones appeared and the cameras pushed closer. You trusted him to not fuck anything up with you this close. 

The interviewer said something you couldn’t hear over the noise of the crowd, but whatever Lando answered made the grandstands explode again.

Richard shook his head slowly.

“I have never seen this many people scream for one person.”

Caroline watched the entire thing with quiet fascination.

“Celebrity at a national level,” she said mildly.

The interviews didn’t last long.

An FIA official tapped Lando on the shoulder and pointed toward the stairs leading to the podium area.

That was when someone from McLaren called out to him from the garage entrance.

“Your hat!”

Lando turned around.

“Right.”

He jogged back toward the garage before the ceremony started, still half laughing to himself as he disappeared through the open door.

You had already drifted back inside by then needing just a moment to ground yourself.

The garage had thinned out now that most of the team was crowding the pit wall and parc fermé barriers. The remaining engineers were watching the podium countdown on the monitors while a couple mechanics were already packing equipment.

You were standing at the entrance of one of the many maze-like labyrinth hallways, propped against the wall, going through texts and notifications.

He spotted you immediately and took off in your direction.

“There you are.”

“You’re supposed to be famous right now,” you said.

“Thirty seconds,” he replied, grabbing the black McLaren cap from the counter.

Then the sky opened.

The rain hit the roof like someone had turned on a fire hose, the sound instantly drowning out everything else.

Lando glanced toward the garage entrance.

“Of course it rains now.”

You laughed.

“Very British ending.”

He stepped closer, still slightly breathless, adrenaline running through him like the race hadn’t fully left his body yet.

“You watched it?”

“Yeah,” you said. “That was insane.”

His grin softened a little then.

“Did we look alright?”

“You won your home race.”

“Fair point.”

The rain outside intensified, sheets of water blowing sideways across the pit lane. Somewhere just outside the garage a cameraman ducked under the awning to get out of it, covering his equipment as he took cover near the wall.

Neither of you noticed.

Lando stepped closer again, the energy in him still buzzing.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I could hear the crowd on the last lap.”

“I bet you could.”

He looked at you for a second like he was trying to decide something.

Then he pulled you toward him.

The kiss wasn’t subtle.

His hands landed on your waist like he’d forgotten where he was entirely, pulling you against him while he kissed you hard enough to make you laugh against his mouth.

“You won,” you murmured, your hands sliding up to his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he said, kissing you again like he still couldn’t quite believe it.

“Your home race.” You said again just to hammer home how mega the win was. 

He buried his face briefly against your neck, laughing breathlessly.

“Bit mad.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him.

“I’m proud of you.”

That did something to him.

You could see it immediately.

His expression softened in a way it never did in front of cameras or microphones. One hand came up to cup your face before he kissed you again, slower this time, like he didn’t want to stop.

Outside the rain hammered the pit lane.

You laughed quietly against his mouth.

“You’re going to be late for your own podium.”

“Worth it,” he murmured.

“You are unbelievable.”

He kissed you again anyway.

Somewhere out on pit lane the announcer’s voice boomed across the circuit, building up the podium ceremony while the crowd roared louder with every passing second.

Lando finally pulled back slightly, still smiling, adrenaline still radiating off him like he hadn’t quite come down from the race yet.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the McLaren cap from the counter. “I actually have to go.”

“You think?”

He shoved the cap down over his damp hair but didn’t move right away.

“I’ll see you after.”

“Go,” you said, nudging his chest. “Before they send someone to drag you out there.”

He laughed, leaned down to steal one last quick kiss, and then disappeared back toward pit lane.

You stayed where you were for a moment, leaning back against the wall again while the rain battered the garage roof and the podium ceremony started outside.

Then you heard your name.

You looked up.

Caroline was walking toward you.

Not quickly. Not running. But with a kind of purpose that made something in your chest tighten immediately. Sophie was right behind her.

Neither of them looked angry.

Which somehow made it worse.

You straightened slightly. “What’s—”

Caroline didn’t answer. She reached you already shrugging off her jacket.

“Come here.”

Before you could react she wrapped it around your shoulders and pulled the hood up over your head, her hands moving quickly and efficiently.

You blinked at her. “…What are you doing?”

“Just walk with me.”

“Caroline—”

“Don’t ask questions yet.”

Sophie appeared on your other side, one hand already on your arm, steering you down the corridor.

Confusion started bubbling up in your chest. “What is going on?”

“It’s okay,” Sophie said quickly.

You looked between them. “Is Lando okay?”

“Yes,” Sophie said immediately. “He’s fine.”

Caroline didn’t slow down as she guided you through the back of the garage, past engineers watching the podium ceremony on the monitors.

“Caroline.”

“Keep walking.”

Sophie pushed open the back service door.

Rain immediately blasted across the pavement outside, the noise of it overwhelming everything else. Somewhere nearby fans were gathered near one of the paddock gates and the second the door opened they started shouting.

Your name.

Camera shutters started popping.

“What the—”

Caroline pulled the jacket tighter around your head. “Head down.”

Sophie squeezed your arm. “Just keep moving.”

The black car was already waiting.

You barely registered reaching it before the back door opened.

Richard was inside.

“Get in.”

You climbed in automatically, still trying to process what was happening. Sophie shut the door behind you while Caroline slid in beside you.

Outside the rain and shouting blurred together.

Richard leaned forward slightly toward the driver.

“Go.”

The car pulled away immediately.

For a few seconds none of you spoke.

You stared at them both. “What the fuck is going on?”

Caroline didn’t answer right away. She reached into her bag, unlocked her phone, and pulled up a video.

Then she handed it to you.

You looked down at the screen.

And immediately felt the world tilt sideways.

It was you.

Lando’s hands on your waist.

Your hands in his hair.

Very clearly kissing him.

You looked up slowly.

“…No.”

Caroline met your eyes calmly.

“Yes.”

You looked back down at the phone again as the clip ended.

Your voice came out thin.

“…That was on television.”

Caroline nodded once.

“Live.”

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Workout Buddy (Part 19)

Yandere!batfam x neglected!male!reader x yandere!Bane

TW: vomiting, spy cameras.

You were transported back into your old bedroom, but with a difference. There was a camera pointed directly at your bed, mounted into the wall. "For your safety," Bruce said. It creeped you out.

"Baby bird!" Dick cheered, happily intruding into your room. "How are you feeling now that you're coming off the Venom?"

You hadn't heard what he said about the Venom, so you just answered honestly. "I have a headache," you groaned.

Dick tutted at you. "I can't believe that Bane did that to you," he sighed. "You're safe from that monster now. No more Venom, no more drug runs. Just your loving family."

There was something wrong with Dick. He seemed . . . happy about the situation, in a uniquely sadistic manner. Like he was happy to see you getting locked into your room and forced to interact with people you hated. Ew. "I want to go home."

"Honey, you are home," Dick said. "Some food will help you think."

He took your hand and half-led, half-dragged you towards the dining table. There were two empty chairs (Dick's doing), and your favourite breakfast food was on everyone's plate (Alfred's doing). Everyone else was already sat, waiting for you. You wanted to bolt, but you could feel Dick's hand on your back, leading you to the empty seat.

"Relax. You're safe here," he whispered, sitting you down.

You didn't end up missing your favourite breakfast foods as much as you thought you would. Maybe the only reason you missed it was because Alfred was the nicest person in the house and he made you your foods. Maybe it was because living with Bane and eating his food had given you a liking for and expectation of spices. Or maybe it was because you could feel the eyes.

Everyone was watching you eat. Everyone was staring at you with such an intensity that it actually made you feel nauseous. "Is everything OK, dear brother?" Damian asked.

His voice made your stomach turn. Hearing Damian meant feeling pain soon after; even after all that time spent with Papa hadn't removed that fear you had of him. Feeling your waffles rush up your throat, you raced to the nearest trash bin.

"Master Y/N!" Alfred gasped, as you hurled your guts out into the trash.

"Must be the Venom," Tim said. "I'll work on an antidote."

"I'll do that later. You need to look after your brother," Bruce said. You watched your siblings rush to bring you water, almost shoving Alfred to the floor as they did so.

Jason was the most possessive of you, strangely enough. You'd never been close before. "There, there, I know how you feel," he murmured, doing his best to hold you in his arms. Dick was unimpressed.

"There is no way you know how it feels to be drugged with Venom," he scoffed.

"The Lazarus Pit is the closest thing I've got!" Jason insisted. "Y/N needs me."

"Too many people," you groaned. "Where's my papa?"

"Stop thinking about him," Tim ordered, as callously as ever. "I guarantee you, he is not thinking about you as much as you are thinking about him."

Fresh tears burned your eyes. "Don't lie about my papa!" you bawled.

"You just had to say that, didn't you?" Jason groaned, as he took you to your room.

*_*_*_*_*_

Meanwhile, Bane was tearing apart the warehouse that you'd been kidnapped from in search of clues. "My boy got kidnapped and nobody lifted a finger to stop it?" Bane roared at his henchmen. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL!"

"They hit everyone at once, boss," a trembling goon said. "This was orchestrated so nobody could help your boy."

"Well, who did this?" Bane demanded to know. "Who had the nerve to come onto my turf and . . . take?" Bane cut himself off as he looked at the can on the floor. He'd initially mistaken it for a drinks can, but as the light hit it from a different angle, he noticed the bat symbol on it. "Batman. Batman stole my little kettlebell."

"What's going on?" a henchman muttered to his friend.

"Don't know, just shut up," his friend said.

"Men!" The sudden outburst made everyone jump. "Get your weapons and your flashlights. We're going to get my boy back from the Bat."

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