Youre Mine Sunshine Vampire!Kimi Raikkonen X Human!sunshine!Reader

You’re mine sunshine — Vampire!Kimi Raikkonen x human!sunshine!Reader

Warning reader does get kidnapped smuttish theme but no actual smut (there’s something else I’m forgetting but I’m not sure what) 😭😭😭

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You were Kimi’s sunshine even if you didn’t know it but he did. Kimi swore that you were an angel sent down from the heavens just for him. The only problem was that you didn’t seem to give Kimi the time of day or night. He was just a friend. Sure you gave him a sweet smile and said hello every time you saw him but that still wasn’t enough for the vampire.

He needed to be sure that you were his and only his even if that meant scaring away anyone who threatened to take what was his. Kimi would do anything to keep you safe from anyone who wasn’t him and that meant changing you. Which was a last ditch effort if he was desperate and he wasn’t…yet.

Even though he was already so sure that you were his, Kimi had a deep fear that you would be taken away by another. It didn’t matter that he was the strongest, fastest, smartest, sexiest, or the most powerful vampire. None of that mattered because he felt so sure that you would find a better man even though that man definitely did not exist. It was irrational and a bit crazy to think about. You were Kimi’s and he was damn sure going to make sure it stayed that way.

Kimis mind raced wondering how he would make sure you couldn’t leave him even if you tried. A deep fear of abandonment from the past was resurfacing and it was frightening. He’d been burned by his first love. He promised never to fall in love again because it would only cause him to be hurt in the end. But then he saw you.

With your beautiful smile, your sunshine-like aura, your personality that shined from the inside out, you were everything that he didn’t believe was possible.

Kimi had never experienced a love like this before. It was unlike anything he’s ever felt. It was more than romantic, it was almost obsessive and he felt like he needed you in his life in order to survive. It wasn’t just that he wanted to be with you. He NEEDS to be with you. It was a feeling that he didn’t know how to describe but it was all consuming

So yes, Kimi was ready to do anything to keep you to yourself even if that meant changing you…

…even though he was actually falling in love with the human version of you. It sounds crazy, right? Because it is. All his life he’s hated his past love for how horribly that ended. And now here he was, falling in love all over again. This love felt different. You were different. He was willing to do anything to be with you, including changing you. Because in the end, if it meant that you would stay with him forever, anything was worth it.

So now Kimi’s mind was made up. It’s either he changed you or he’d lose you. If that meant being a vampire, then so be it. All the fears that he had with his first love surfaced and all the feelings that he thought he buried would soon come to the forefront again.

In the end, there was only one option. To finally put these past demons to bed once and for all. After years and years of heartbreak and abandonment, he couldn’t handle any more.

So Kimi finally made his choice and he made his way to your apartment. He didn’t go in right away, he stayed in the shadows where he could see perfectly into your apartment.

As he stood in the shadows he saw something that made him furious. He saw you laughing with some guy and giving him a kiss before he would leave for the night.

Kimi wanted to kill him for touching what was his. And that was the final straw. This was exactly the moment that he feared the most. He didn’t wanna admit it but deep down he knew that once you found someone else, he would lose you forever.

Kimi was furious and couldn’t handle the feelings that were boiling inside him anymore. The fear. The love. The hate. The anger. All of it was boiling inside him like a pot waiting to take over. And that’s exactly what happened because in a matter of seconds…

Kimi pounced on the man that you were talking to and before he knew it, he had him by the throat. All of those feelings that were boiling over inside of him had taken over and all he could think about was making sure this man never touched you again. The man was terrified, obviously, when he realized that a vampire had taken him by the throat. He tried to do what he could to fight Kimis grip off of him but it was useless. Kimi was much stronger than any human could possibly be. Especially since he was undead.

The man was gasping for air as Kimi had him by his throat and he desperately tried anything to get that grip off. His life was flashing before his eyes and he thought that this was the end. That it was over for him. Kimi’s grip was becoming more and more intense as his anger and rage got the best of him. The man was helpless in the grips of the vampire and was doing everything he could to fight for his life but he knew his fate was sealed.

The man just managed to get out a few wheezing words “p…lease l…et m…me go!” before he stopped thrashing around. Kimi tightened his grip even more and the man could see the whites of Kimis eyes before everything went black and he fell unconscious.

Kimi went up to your apartment and knocked on the door and waited for you to answer.

When you did answer he was met with the same sweet smile that he craved to keep for himself.

“Oh my god when did you get back into town?” You asked giving him a hug.

Kimi stood there, still fuming at the sight of another man with you. The anger still coursed through his veins. What if you were in love with this man instead of him? What if you decided that you wanted someone else? The thought of it made his blood boil.

“I just got back. I thought I’d stop by and see you, ” Kimi replied in a tight and stiff voice.

“You look a little mad… did something happen?” you asked in your usual, sweet and gentle tone.

“It’s nothing. I just saw something that bothered me. But it doesn’t matter, ” Kimi replied, trying to hide just how mad he actually was.

“What did you see?” you asked, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it. It’s nothing important. Really, “ Kimi said, avoiding eye contact as he looked away for a moment.

“Okay, “ you said with a curious look on your face. Kimi could tell that you were wondering what could possibly be bothering him. After all, it must have been something pretty serious for him to be in such a bad mood.

“Can I at least come in?” he asked, still avoiding eye contact.

“Of course, ” you said warmly as you opened up the door to let him in. Kimi walked inside and took a deep breath as he did so. There were so many thoughts running through his head right now. He couldn’t even think straight.

“Can I get you anything?” you asked, looking over to Kimi with that same sweet smile.

“No… I’m fine,” Kimi said shortly and still avoiding eye contact. This was not an easy conversation to have but he had to have it.

You sensed the tension building and you weren’t sure why. Usually, Kimi would be more open with you. But this time, he seemed distant and shut off. You wondered if something was really going on with him or if he was just in one of those moods.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked again, genuinely worried about him.

“Yeah… it’s nothing important. Just a bad day at work, ” Kimi lied to you in a poor attempt to hide his real feelings.

“It was now or never” Kimi thought to himself.

That was it. It was now or never. Kimi wasn’t gonna let you go. Not this time. And not without a fight.

Everything hurt and you were stiff. The last thing you remember was that Kimi was at your apartment and he seemed angry about something with you.

The next thing you knew, you were in your bed and your body was filled with pain. Your back hurt, your ribs were screaming and your neck was so stiff it was hard to move your head.

You tried to open your eyes but they felt like they were being weighed down by a ton of bricks. Finally, you managed to force them open enough to see that it was daytime now.

Your mind was still cloudy but there was one thought that was clear: Kimi. You had no idea how you got here but you just knew that it had something to do with him. You tried moving but every time you did you winced in pain. It felt like your whole body was bruised.

“You’re awake” you heard Kimi say from across the room. You could see that you weren’t in your apartment anymore.

Your eyes darted over to the source of the voice but there was still so much haze and you couldn’t seem to focus clearly. For a moment, you thought you were still dreaming.

“Kimi?” you managed to croak out from your dry and sore throat.

“Yes, it’s me,” Kimi replied, moving closer to you. You winced as you tried to move your head. Suddenly, you noticed that you weren’t in your apartment anymore. You were in a different place entirely and Kimi was standing over you.

“What did you do to me?” You asked

“It’s not important,” he said in a cold and harsh tone.

You stared at him for a moment. Everything was still hazy but one thing was clear, his attitude had completely changed. He seemed cold and distant when he used to be so warm and sweet.

“Where am I?” you asked, trying to sit up but the pain was too much for you.

“You’re in my home. And trust me, it’s where you should be,” he said, looking at you with a cold look on his face.

You shivered from the way he was looking at you. He used to look at you with nothing but love and affection but now he was looking at you like you were just some object that he wanted. Your fear started to rise as you realized that maybe this wasn’t the same person that was your friend.

“What?” You asked confused.

"I promise I'll always be with you but...you gave me no choice, I had to. I had to protect you from him. I'm sorry my love."

“Protect me from who, Kimi?” you asked with a mixture of fear and confusion in your voice.

The pieces were slowly starting to come together in your mind but the fear was still overwhelming you because something didn’t feel right. You were beginning to realize that whatever he did to you didn’t feel…normal.

“From anyone who isn’t me kultaseni” Kimi says

“But, I don’t understand…I wasn’t in danger, though? The guy that I was with was just…a friend,” you protested, feeling your fear turn into rage as you realized what he had made the choice to do.

“I saw you with that guy. You were laughing together like you were in love. I couldn’t let anyone else have you, not anyone,” Kimi says and for a moment, you see a flash of anger in his eyes.

“You can’t tell me that you don’t feel something for me angel because we both know that deep down you do” Kimi says.

“Of course, I have feelings for you. But that doesn’t mean that you get to do whatever you want with me,” you say angrily.

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Nobody else can have you besides me. I won’t let anyone else take you away from me. Do you understand?” Kimi says. His voice is still cold and harsh but there’s something else there. A possessive edge that you’ve never heard from him before.

“That doesn’t give you the right to do this,” you snap back at him. The fear is still in your heart because you know that you are basically at his mercy.

“It does in this case, angel,” he says and you see that flash of anger again. His tone has the edge of a threat but there’s also a layer of desperate desire underneath it. It’s almost like he’s trying to convince himself of what he’s saying.

“But, I never gave you permission,” you protest back at him. The rage is starting to simmer inside you. Even if you wanted to, you can’t even move.

“And I don’t need your permission. This is for your own good,” he says and you see the desperation in his eyes. It’s like he knows that he’s done something wrong but he's justified it in his head.

A few months have passed since Kimi kidnapped you. It took a few months for your walls to break down and let Kimi in. There was a tiny voice in the back of your mind that said keep fighting but you didn’t fight back. You need him as much as he needed you.

That’s how you found yourself here now with him kissing on your neck after you had begged him to feed from you.

The moment you felt his fangs sink into your jugular you tipped your head back even further and let out a whimper.

"Oh? You like it when I bite? Why didn't you say so sooner?" Kimi cooed, pulling away from your neck with a trickle of blood running down from the corner of his mouth.

You shiver from the sensation of his fangs sinking into your skin. The heat of his breath and the sweet taste of your blood send shivers down your spine. You moan softly as his teeth pierce your throat again and again, feeding from you.

It’s painful but the pain is also pleasurable in a way. Your body reacts to his every bite and moan you let out as the pleasure builds. You can’t believe that you’re enjoying this but you are. It’s like an addiction and he’s your drug of choice.

“Mmm..that's it baby moan for me and me only” Kimi says "I want to ruin you." He added

"Yes, please, do it!" You had begged

“I’ll ruin you until there’s no one else for you but me, ” he says, his fangs sinking deeper into your neck, leaving a trail of tiny wounds as he feeds from you.

Your body shakes from the intense sensations as the pleasure built within you. You feel like you’re being torn apart to all of your senses. The blood he’s drawing makes it feel like your mind is going to explode.

“I want to make you mine, completely and utterly. Nobody else will matter because it’ll just be us”

“Yes… only you, ” you moaned as Kimi’s bites drew more blood from you.

Every time his fangs pierced your skin, it felt like a jolt shot through your body. The pain was exquisite and pleasurable at the same time. You felt like you were being pulled in a million different directions at once.

All of these sensations led to an intense desire for more. For him to ruin you in a way that no one else could. For him to make you completely his and no one else’s ever again.

141 Neighbors imagine

The boys have been in a relationship for a long time. They've all taken a small break from the feiled after Johnny almost dying... they have been staying in a small and sweet place, a nice flat for them to share.

And while not out on the feiled, they still worked overtime. And weren't home often; and when they were, they always just got some takeaway and loved each other before going to work the next morning.

You had noticed this; You had lived in the flat adjacent to the four hunks. You lived alone in your cute, comfy flat with your cat "Binks,".

You didn't like that they lived off cheap takeaway and three hours of sleep at most. So you decided to be a kind neighbor and give them a good home cooked meal. You made extra for dinner that night, packaging the warm meal and leaving it at their door with a small and short note.

John slowly walks to the door after hearing the soft 'tap tap tap' outside his door. His hand rested on the gun on his hip in case things went south after opening the door.

But nobody was there, he looked down and saw a small basket and a note. "W'as tha?" Johnny asked, coming up behind his former captian; picking up the small basket and bringing it into his lovers home.

"Trying to be a friendly neighbor, I noticed all the takeaway, and I thought you'd all enjoy a nice meal," a short note and nothing more. John didn't trust it, showing it to Simon and Kyle, and Simon agreed. It was too suspicious, Kyle wanted to think maybe their was a kind soul, but knowing their line of work, he wasn't sure.

"I don' kno 'bout ye, but I t'ink this 's delicious." The three men looking to their other lover and to their shock and horror he was munching away on the mysterious meal. "JOHNNY," Simon yelled in disappointment and fear, "well, how are you feeling?" Kyle asked, unsure if this was 100% safe.

"Feel great," the Scott says before taking another spoon full. Kyle shrugs, and they all settle into a comfortable silence as they eat the dinner from their friendly neighbor.

This becomes a normal occurrence. They hear a rapping on their door, and when they open the door, there is a meal waiting, but nobody there.

They didn't know who their friendly neighbor was, but they were thankful for the warm meals. However, one day Johnny came home after a last-minute grocery run and spots you.

Placing the basket on their door quickly knocking before rushing to your door and shushing your fluffy cat as it meows at your feet. Johnny found you cute, and he knew his lovers would love to know you too.

Sorry for the poorly written and rushed little imagine, I'm very tired and I just wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Maybe make this a real fic later, it'll be written way better I promise.

cat-sitter | max verstappen

max verstappen x roommate!reader

You’re Max’s cat sitter but maybe you were than that.

prompt: Fixing each other’s clothes (+ saying “you look good.”)

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Max was always on the move, his busy schedule keeping him away from home more often than not. Jimmy and Sassy, were his babies, but their care became difficult with his constant travel. After a series of unreliable pet sitters, Max decided to find a live-in cat sitter, someone who could provide consistent care and companionship for his beloved kitties.

You, an animal lover with loads pet care experience, stumbled upon Max’s ad. The idea of living in a luxurious apartment while taking care of two adorable cats was too good to pass up, especially given the high cost of living in Monaco. After a successful interview and trial period, you settled in.

Jimmy and Sassy quickly bonded with you. Your affectionate nature filling the apartment with warmth. Over time, You and Max developed a close friendship, sharing stories and experiences from different worlds. The arrangement was perfect, and you were more than just a cat-sitter —you were what Max considering a close friend and maybe he developed a crush on you, but you didn’t know that.

- ✰ -

Max was getting ready for an important gala. The apartment was a mess multiple dress shirts and shoes thrown around, you lounged comfortably in your comfy clothes, enjoying watching TV with Jimmy and Sassy. Max emerged from his room, struggling with the buttons on his dress shirt, his cheeks flushed from anger, you assumed.

“You look like you could use some help,” you teased, noticing his frustration.

He glanced at you, a sheepish smile on his face. “Yeah, these buttons are impossible.”

You walked over and began to button his shirt, your fingers moving deftly over the fabric. Max watched you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Thanks,” he said as you finished, adjusting his collar.

You looked up, your eyes meeting his. “You look good,” you muttered quietly, almost to yourself, as your hands smoothed out the chest of his shirt.

Max’s gaze softened, his expression warm. “You look good too,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

For a moment, you both stood there, the air between you thick with tension. Your heart raced, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks. Both of you jumping apart hearing Sassy yowl, you smile softly.

“I should let you finish getting ready and go check on them,” you said, turning to walk away.

Max watched you, disappointment in his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to come to the gala? It could be fun.”

You shook your head, a shy smile on your lips. “No, thanks. You go have fun.”

As you walked away, you could feel Max’s eyes on you. He sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. The gala was a prestigious event, but the thought of going without you felt strangely hollow.

You sat down looking at Sassy and Jimmy who know stare at you, bored looks on their faces, “cockblockers,” you mutter turing back to your show.

Max came out, clearing his throat you and the cats turn around, Sassy scans him up and down then goes back to sleeping in your lap.

“So how do I look?” he asks, messing with his watch you scan him swallowing deeply, “Uh you look good, you’re going to have women all over you.” you say giving him a smile, his eyes light up you both stand their looking at each other before his phone rings, “it’s Yazmin,” he says, your heart drops to your ass.

Yazmin was a girl Max went on a few dates with but they never made it official, “She’s going by to the gala too?” you ask trying not to sound jealous.

“Uh yeah, great PR y’know.” he chuckles awkwardly, your smiles fades, but you nod.

“You should get going Max, traffic is going to be bad.” you say monotonely facing the TV.

“Right, you sure you’re good here?” he asks you only give him a nod, he sighs giving one last glance before closing the door behind him.

Max attended the gala, but his heart wasn’t in it. He mingled with the who’s who of the racing world, smiling for the cameras and making small talk. Yazmin clung to his arm, her laughter loud and her comments superficial.

“Did you see the shoes she was wearing?” Yazmin whispered to Max, pointing discreetly at a woman across the room. “quite hideous, don’t you think?”

Max forced a smile. “Yeah, sure.”

As the night went on, Yazmin’s became more apparent. She wrinkled her nose at a charity auction for an animal shelter. “Ugh, why would anyone waste money on stray animals?”

Max winced, thinking of you and your gentle way with Jimmy and Sassy. He excused himself and checked his phone, hoping for a message from you. There was nothing. Yazmin noticed his distraction.

“Max, are you even listening to me?” she snapped.

“Sorry, Yaz. I just… I need some air,” he said, stepping outside to clear his head.

Back at the apartment, you tried to focus on the show, but your mind kept replaying the earlier moment with Max. The way he looked at you, his soft compliment, and the unexpected tension between you left you feeling confused. Jimmy and Sassy sensed your unease and cuddled closer, their purring a soothing comfort.

You wondered how Max was doing at the gala. A part of you regretted not going, but the idea of seeing him with Yazmin had been too much to bear. You sighed, deciding to make the most of the quiet evening.

The gala finally ended, and Max found himself eager to leave. He looked around for Yazmin and was met with the sight of her sucking faces with a boy way younger than her. Upon closer look, he realized the boy was an F2 driver. Max grimaced but said his goodbyes and made his way back to the apartment, feeling a sense of relief as he stepped through the door.

The quietness of the place felt like a balm to his soul. Jimmy greeted him with sleepy purrs, his warm body weaving around his legs.

Max looked around, hoping to see you. He found you in the living room, the TV still on, but you were fast asleep on the couch. He smiled softly, feeling a surge of affection. You looked peaceful, one hand resting on Sassy, who was curled up beside you.

He approached quietly, not wanting to wake you, but Jimmy beat him to it, meowing loudly. You stirred, blinking up at Max with sleepy eyes.

“Hey,” you murmured, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “How was the gala?”

Max shrugged, his eyes never leaving yours. “It was okay. Missed you there, though.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. “I didn’t think it was my kind of scene.”

Max nodded, understanding. “I get it. But it would have been more fun with you there.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier replaced by a warmth. Max took a seat beside you, his proximity sending a flutter through your stomach.

“You know,” he began, his voice soft, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said earlier.”

Your heart raced. “What do you mean?”

Max looked at you, his gaze intense. “When you said I looked good. It meant a lot coming from you.”

You smiled shyly. “Well, you did. You do.”

Max reached out, gently taking your hand in his. “And you look good too. You always do.”

The air between you thickened again, but this time, it felt different—more certain, more intimate. Max leaned in slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“Max,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Yeah?” he replied, his breath warm against your skin.

You hesitated for a moment before closing the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. Max responded immediately, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. The kiss quickly grew more intense, and you found yourself laying back on the couch, Max’s body hovering over yours.

His lips moved against yours with a hunger that made your head spin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The feel of his weight on you, the taste of him, it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. You stared up at Max, your heart pounding in your chest.

“What about Yazmin?” you asked, your voice a whisper.

Max smiled, a twinkle in his eye. “She found an F2 driver.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, relief flooding through you. Max brushed a strand of hair from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek.

“You sure you don’t want to come to the next gala?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

You smiled up at him. “I’ll go with you anywhere.”

He grinned, leaning down to peck your lips, both of you smiling softly at each other.

“Good to know.” he murmured, nestling himself into your neck.

THE GRID’S DELIGHT | SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: the shenanigans of female gen z driver and the formula one grid.

author’s note: I started this series, because I’d like to imagine what it would be like to be part of the group of drivers and how it would be like to interact with them on a regular basis. It’s all fun and games, and I don’t know these people in real life. everything is fiction! the stories aren’t written in chronological order, but I try to put them in the right order below! 

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The Guilty Plea

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 x FEM!READER

Traitors Among Us (Part 1) and Innocents Among You (Part 2)

Summary: As you're discharged from the infirmary, under watchful eye, you head to Laswell to talk on the rest of your now ruined military career. Of course, you're forced to confront your team as it happens, the last people on earth you'd like to see.

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Running your fingers along the raised, pink scar across you cheek, the feeling of it...it really looked terrible. A part of you thought it would disappear, hoped it would, but it didn't. It just became severely more noticeable. Looking at this, you knew you'd always have to think of it. You'd sport this reminder for the rest of your life.

Looking away from it, you find your own tired eyes in the mirror, you haven't been sleeping well. Or at all. You can't remember the last time you got 4 hours, let alone 8. Dark circles still surrounded them but at least the bruising and the swelling had gone down.

You couldn't recognize yourself. Not really.

This woman looked so exhausted, so frail and so goddamn angry. It was accurate, it was how you felt. All of it. So, you supposed that the mirror's reflection was the truth, this was you indeed.

"If you need another day or two, no one will ask questions."

You glance over towards your psychologist, your fucking therapist, a nice little 'gift' sent over by the bureau to check in on your mental state after your ordeal. Glaring at him through the reflection of your mirror, he sighs, putting down his pen that slaps against his notepad, "I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"I'm going to Laswell." Ignoring his statement, you speak. "I'm ready. I'll pack up. Get back to base. Vera had me discharged from the infirmary. I can start ov--"

"Vera?"

"My nurse. You met her," you continued, annoyance spiking at the interruption. Your wrist brace squeaking quietly under the pressure of your fist tightening beneath the table.

"Right..."

"Do you listen to a word I say outside of...my 'trauma'?" You wonder, bluntly.

Your psychologist blinks, surprised, before clearing his throat, appalled. "If you feel I can be more attentive to your state of well-being throughout our process, than by all means--"

"Oh, so 'no'?" you lean back into your seat, a strained laugh leaving you. His lips press together and you continue before he can find the words. "Because whenever I mention leaving this fucking team, you either adjust our schedule for another two weeks or suggest hypnotic therapy, as if I need anyone else digging around to fuck up my mental state."

"I never meant to imply--"

"Oh, you implied it," you interrupted, gritting your teeth. "I know what I want. And I want off Task Force 141."

He taps at the leather of his notebook. "Scars heal, just remember that, Ms. (L/n). The reminders of your experience shouldn't have to haunt you."

"It's not the scars, I've had my share way before this," you admitted, rising to your feet. You exhale deeply that tells to the effort of it, the steel gear hinges along your leg braces shift with your change of position. Still getting use to them. "It's the person."

"Has she changed, you think?" the psychologist begins to write, getting somewhere.

"She doesn't exist anymore."

Finally, placing the mirror down and onto the side table, you pushed off of the table, rolling your IV pole along with you. Passing the chair your psychologist sits on, he closes his notebook with a frustrated huff, looking over his shoulder. "Session over for you already, Ms. (L/n)?" he sighs. "We've still got the hour."

"I'm done," you take the knob in your hand. Turning.

In more ways than one.

"You understand that, informing your captain on your leave is required of you. Have you spoken to any of them, in the last few weeks?" he spoke up, quickly. "I'm sure giving them a space to open up, share from their view--"

"Why should I care--"

"--will give you better understanding, better clarity of the situation they were in--

Appalled. "What the fuck?" Jamming the door closed with a loud, shuttering thud, you whip around. "IT'S NOT ABOUT THEM!" you could just rip your hair out. "Who--who says that to someone?!"

Your psychologist sits there, eyes wide in confusion. "What--"

"Christ, can you hear me? Can you--can you see me? I've got metal plates in my spine, braces holding my knees in place and nerve damage that'll never heal! Who gives a fuck about them!" your skin feels red hot, your face twisted in rage. "I gave my life! My life to this! And then I'm tortured, I'm threatened, drugged and beaten by my own team, my f--my family for eight fucking years..."

You continue with a heavy chest. "And I'm supposed to invite them for dinner to talk and listen them bitch and moan about why they thought it was necessary to beat me to death for two weeks?! Fuck you!" you spat. "I don't owe them anything!"

"That's not what I was trying to say, Ms. (L/N). I apologize, I overstepped. Come sit down--"

"Of course you meant it," you interrupted, mock humor. "Don't be a pussy, own up to it. Revel in your truth. Be tter yet--" you snatch a journal from the cabinet. Tossing it his way. "Make a note of it."

Turning the knob, you leave the room with a slam of the metal door.

---

You were officially famous. On the base, you were now a legend.

A story that would be mentioned and told at lunch for months. Probably years.

First, you were a rat. Next, you were innocent. This was the most gossip any of those in service had ever seen in their years of service.

An interesting reminder to those in service that you weren't safe off duty either.

You learned a few days ago that there was an update put into the interrogational unit, something about how to properly go about dissecting evidence and being on the lookout for enemy spies in the militia.

You guessed you had been told about it in an effort to be appeased by the thought that the head of control paid attention to anything beyond their own noses for once. But, you had little to no faith in a system that's nearly killed you on and off the field by now, so it didn't matter.

You doubted the new rules would be followed though, there was a plethora of things they'd done to you in that cell that were both illegal and unsanctioned. Most of all, that were expected towards an enemy, a prisoner of war at best, and not a fellow marine.

You arrive at the housing quarters, swiping your key card, pulling the handle and entering the wing. Immediately, you're greeted by a dozen eyes, conversations stopping short and clothes ruffling to silence, suddenly whispers fill the space and eyes turn away.

"Oh, god, it's her..." says one man in the far corner.

"Shut the fuck up, man!" came a harsh whisper back.

"I didn't know it was that bad..."

All those eyes on you, makes you pause in your step, looking around at all of your fellow soldiers, the men and women you've served with for years. Many you recognized, ate with, fought beside that turned their backs to you now. Out of respect? Out of distaste, morale, nerves, pity, it all didn't matter. It all felt the same.

The wheels attached to your IV pole suddenly sounded much too loud on the polished flooring, as you walked down the hall as fast as you were able to.

Breathing out deeply, you get to an elevator, pushing on the button, once, twice, three times, just open goddamn it.

With a ding, the metal doors open, and suddenly you're aware that people could be in the elevator, they could be in this elevator, he could be in this elevator. Your eyes flicker down to the floor, your grip on the pole of your iv tightens, your shoulders stiffen, waiting for a blow that will never come.

You stand there as the doors open up, the small space empty, the metal walls reflect only her and a streak of lighting from the ceiling.

Looking up slowly, finally taking a breath, before sliding the iv up and onto the elevator, following it as you press your floor number along the way.

The ride up is fast, a little rumble as it stops, and then the doors open. Faster than you were prepared for.

Peeking out down the hallway, luckily no one to bump into, which you were thankful for. But, it didn't make this hall any less haunting. You'd been cornered in this same hall, you could recall being hauled out of the room after the solid handle of a knife hits your temple.

You don't go down fast enough, whipping around as you stumble to take the wrist of your attacker, mostly for balance, it's Price. In shock, you're unprepared as Johnny's arm encircle your neck, locking you into position as you both stumble backwards onto the floor. He blocks your airways, hushing you harshly as you struggle, feet kicking out and your vision blurring as your team surrounds you. Your family.

That was quite the headache to wakeup with afterwards.

You hadn't quite remembered until now. Being back served as a hell of a kickstart to your memory.

Just a few more reasons to get the fuck off of 141.

Getting off the elevators, the metal doors sliding closed behind you, you make your way down the hall. The polished flooring creates a subtle squeak through the wheels of your iv pole, your hand absently running over the fading stitches along your side.

Passing the shadows of your tortured memory, the doorway of the office was closed, locked.

You pass Kyle's room.

Johnny's.

Finally, you rush up to the next room on the left, grabbing the handle, before beginning to twist, but then you're yanking your hand back as if the metal had burned you. Your back ramming into the back wall, catching yourself, this wasn't your room.

It was Simon's.

You'd spent hours, days, in that room. More than your own.

Why wouldn't you? You were about to get married to the man. You had more in this room than you had in yours.

Sharp breaths leave you, shivering in your effort to keep yourself together, your head goes back into the wall, swallowing down the ache in your chest.

You wait, muscles tensed and your body pressing back into the wall, hoping it'd absorb you if that door opens. Listening for every sound, any pin drop, even an exhale from beyond that doorway. Luckily, Simon seemed to be out for the day.

Hurriedly, nearly running, you steady yourself against the wall as you rush down to the corner of the hallway, finally finding your room.

Turning the handle, it's not locked, it's broken. It opens with ease.

Entering the room slowly, pushing the doorway aside, the crackle of glass beneath your boots as you step forwards, clothes and picture frames laying scattered.

The mattress flipped and ripped open, springs and cotton cut from it. Your wall of metals and certificates, from acts of bravery and mementos of valor, discarded, later you'd find them in the trash, one with a bullet lodged into the gold.

Sniffling as you leaned down, picking a specific frame off the ground, the only one that hadn't been broken. Laying along the ruined rug, with no care for the glass digging through your jeans, you stare at the still shot of your family.

The only family you had outside of Task Force 141, your father and his sister, military brats themselves, until their retirement. Your mother had passed, or just up and left, days after your 5th birthday, you weren't completely sure, the story kept changing every year. But, these two were the only family you've ever known, ever had, until you joined the military, following in their footsteps.

They'd been so proud when you arrived back after your first assignment, in truth you were heavily traumatized, but seeing them, you just had to smile. Having a family that understood the harsh toll on the line of a trooper, now a lieutenant, it was always easier to bring your troubles to them. But, they were also military nuts so "suck it up" was also a quick go to answer from your aunt, while your father was the smoother talker.

They had met Simon, loved him, his rank, his love for you, his seriousness. They trusted him completely with your heart.

So, when he called them, after the evidence leaked...

They believed him.

"What're you talking about?" You took the handle of the chair in your grip, easing you down into it as your legs do weak at what you were hearing. "I didn't...I didn't do it, Dad."

"Do you know how humiliating and disappointing--how it felt to hear him say that to me, hm?" he says, static crackles on the reciever. "My daughter...my own flesh and blood...working with terrorists--"

"I'm not working with anyone! Are you-" you huff out a breath of disbelief. "Are you even listening to me? I've never betrayed the code. How can you think that way of me?"

For a moment, he's silent. "Alright, then," he began. "Than, what'd you do? huh?"

"What--what..."

"Oh, come on, (Y/n)!" your father yells. "What did you do?! What could they possibly have had on you that made you the most likely target? You had to have had done something, been somewhere, were with somebody you weren't supposed to be with! They didn't just get that information from anywhere."

"What the fuck--" Your expression twists with frustration and misery, running your hand through your hair, pulling at it. "I've sacrificed every part of myself for this job, for this team, what do I have to gain from throwing that all away? They send me everywhere, places you've never heard of, places you'll never hear about and people you'll never have to meet, because of me! Why would you just believe Simon? Why couldn't you just wait to talk to me?!"

Hearing your father scoff at your words was painful. "What reason do I have not to believe him? He knows you, maybe even better than any of us. Besides, he was going to be my son in law--"

"I'm your daughter! Fuck Simon, what about me? You'd believe him instead?"

He sighs. "Listen, you're upsetting Cass. We didn't expect your call. I gotta make this brief..."

"You're upset?" pulling at your hair, sucking in sharply. "I'm the one who's permanently fucking altered here. What do either of you have to be upset about?!"

"Watch your fucking mouth!" he seethes. The anger in his voice isn't new, but the way he spits it at you is. "You did this to yourself, I didn't. Maybe that's what your nightmares were about, am I right? Your guilt?"

Wiping the streaks of tears that had fallen down your face, lips quivering and chest aching with sobs you frustratedly shoved down. "Why don't you believe me?"

"I don't deserve the disgrace that will come with you as my kin, I've lived my part of this war. No daughter of mine should even be in this fucking position," your father spat, disgusted into the receiver. Suddenly, he was the cruel, bitter old man your mother had always known him to be, you wished she had stayed to at least remind you of that. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much. "You should be ashamed of yourself, but at least you got yourself out it. The least you could do for us."

"Well--what does that mean?" you spoke, quietly.

"Don't call again..."

"Dad, no--" you break this time, a sob escaping you.

"Me and your Aunt Cass..."

"Daddy please, don't do this--"

"..We've decided to cut ties. We're not taking any heat from this, you're on your own," he finishes, clearing his throat, waiting a moment, listening to the pleads and cries of his only daughter, his once pride. "You take care of yourself. Goodbye, kid."

"Why can't you just believe me? Why?!" you cried.

"Don't come to the house."

"No, no,--" the line goes dead. And staring down at your phone, his caller id going blank and the call disconnecting.

Your phone all of a sudden feels heavy, the device and your hand falling down to your thigh, before the phone slips out of your grip and onto the floor. You sit there silently, until your tears drop up and even after.

Staring at the photo now was haunting in its own way, it was just another painful reminder.

Using the bed frame to stand to your feet, your grip on the frame is painful as you squeeze it, the glass cracks audibly.

"Bonnie..."

Whipping around at the sound of John MacTavish's voice, you back up a few steps at the sight of him, your back hitting the edge of your desk.

He reaches out as you stumble, before his fingers curl back into his palm as you find your balance, his hands receding back to his sides. He doesn't enter the room, just lingering just beyond the doorway, his eyes flickering around the room, guiltily.

"I didn't know--we didn't know you were out," he speaks quietly, as opposed prideful personality that translated into his voice usually.

You say nothing.

In the dark, your eyes are wide and your shoulders are tensed up, he can see the glint of your leg braces, the iv pole at the side, the scar beneath your eye. You looked terrified to see him.

"We were coming back to clean up today, just got back from...from a mission..." he stutters on his words, shifting his feet.

"It's been a week."

His lips press together hearing your voice. "I know..." Johnny glances around at the room he'd let those officers destroy, it hadn't been them, but they might as well had done it. "I know...we just...didn't know it was so bad."

"Really?" your voice is mockingly sweet, drawing out the word. "You didn't know? Well look..." you hold up your family photo, the light in the hallway catching on the glass. "You missed one."

Your hand dropping, the heavy frame comes down just as fast, ramming into the ground, the glass practically exploding on impact.

Johnny flinches, the photo of your family...He looks back to you, surprised. "Bonnie..."

Snatching the next closest thing from your desk, a ceramic cup. "Oh, wow, can't believe you guys missed this one," you chuck it into the wall. It breaks on impact, the remains scatter along the flipped mattress and onto the floor. "That used to be my favorite mug by the way."

The Scotsman worriedly steps forwards, 'Lass, I'm sorry--"

"FUCK YOU!" you spat, coming into the light. You're sure you look deranged, and you didn't care. You could've wrapped your hands around his throat, killed him right on the floor and you wouldn't have blinked. "It doesn't mean anything! 'I'm sorry', 'I'm sorry', 'I'm sorry', over and over and over again! As if you shouldn't be! Your apologies mean fuck all."

"I know...I know," he breathes. "But, I've gotta say it anyway, bonnie. I should've believed you, there was no reason not to. I know that now. I just--"

"Believe me!" you cut him off with a yell. "Trust me! Fucking 'HELP ME'!" you screamed with the same fever as your days in the interrogation room, that terrible cell, the cold, the burn and pain. "I cried it all to you, to all of you, and nobody came. Nobody came for me," you breathe in sharply. "It doesn't matter what you should've done. You didn't do it!"

Johnny's eyes are red, he opens his mouth, closes it and then swallows down whatever chokes him up as he looks at you. "I should've came for you. I wish I did. I wanted to, Bonnie..." he steps forwards, and you recede back away from him, your eyes narrowed with violence. "I'll never forgive myself for not listening to you. For not coming to help you. For laying a hand on you. I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I'm sorry..."

I'll never forgive myself... "That makes two of us," you assured.

Johnny's eyes widen, before they close, his guilt ever consuming. He can't help but understand, to respect your decision, to know things can never be ok again. "(Y/n)...."

Grabbing hold of the nearest thing, a pencil cup, you hurl it at Johnny. He doesn't put his hands up, flinching as it hits him, the metal clinking against his kevlar, eyes closing then opening, he stands still. "I don't forgive. I don't accept your apology. I don't fucking care about it!" with each sentence you throw something else his way, a broken frame, the trash bin, a pillow, the CD player.

His hand has to come up for the knife you unsheathe, a memento from one of your missions, it's rusted, ancient probably. But, you hadn't given it up to a museum or to pawn, you had nearly died on this mission, saving Johnny ironically. You had to keep it.

Seeing the weapon, his defensive position is instinctive but his hands drop just as fast, he understands, you need this. You deserve this. "If you need to..." he speaks. Your eyes flicker up to him, away from the knife. "If you need to, I get it..."

And you need to. You really fucking do.

Your grip on the knife is dangerously hard, it hurts.

Looking at Johnny, he'd been your brother in more than a few ways on and off the field, he had been your comfort, your friend, your family. You had bled with him, held onto him as he carried you from the battlefield, joked, laughed, screamed and cried. You've loved him for years.

He'd had a rough few nights you could see that. He was quieter, reserved. Almost as terrified to see you, as you had been of him.

And you could kill him right now and never bat an eye.

And so, throwing that knife was so fucking easy.

Johnny's eyes close as you do just that, fists clenching and teeth biting down on his tongue to prepare for the pain.

The ancient weapon whiz's through the air, the sound is sharp and he knows it will cut through him like butter.

The thud rings in the room, and Johnny's eyes blow open wide, holding his breath as he collapses to his knees, before turning to you.

You dig into the pile of clothes that had been cast aside, a pair of sneakers and a new shirt. You don't look at him a single time as you take it all, stuffing them in a bag, and leaving the room, passing him completely, a limp in your step.

Johnny releases a pained breath, tears finally leaving him as he looks up, the knife lodged into the frame of the doorway, just barely missing him. The sleeve of his uniform ripped open.

He sits there in the quiet, destroyed room. A testimony to the relationship he's destroyed between you.

Part 4 coming soon!

Any Silent Man Scream || KR7 x gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, sub!kimi, blowjob, praise kink

Wordcount: 1k

Part two of Tell Me Your Sounds

She had filled in at a race when Sebastian had been out sick, and yes, she loved that she had the chance

But god, did she fear what the interviewers wanted to ask after her and Kimi had gotten caught kissing in public

“After it was confirmed you and Kimi are dating, people have been wondering; is Kimi as silent in bed as he is out here?” She knew it would come up

She chuckled shortly before she answered “He might’ve been with other women, but trust me, I can make any silent man scream” She smiled, making the interviewer flustered

“Thank you for your honest answer” She said, scrambling over her words “I think that was it, thank you”

She had hoped to be in bed early as she was exhausted, but as fate had come, she heard a knock on the door to her room

She stood up from her bed and dragged her feet over to the door “Kimi? Wha-“ He took quick steps into the room and closed the door behind him, pressing her up against it, his lips on her neck immediately

“Kimi, what are you doing?” She held on tight to his biceps as he started lightly suck on her skin

“I’m proving I can make you scream as well” She chuckled at his response as his hands went under the shirt she was wearing

“We both know that’s not gonna happen, Kimi” She said, pulling his hands away from her body

She had them turned around, using his surprise to start attacking his neck with kisses

“Every night, you say that you’ll take control, and what happens? You end up a moaning mess under my touch” He had already become a whimpering mess

“Not every- ah” His sentence was cut short with a moan as she bit down softly on his skin “Please, rakkaus, I need you” He whimpered, pulling her hips into his own

“I know, baby” Her hands went under his shirt, pulling it over his head, throwing it on the ground somewhere

She kissed down his torso as she went down on her knees, her hand fumbling with his belt as her lips roamed his abdomen

She finally got his belt opened, pulling his pants and boxers down to his mid thighs, getting his cock out

“Fuck, baby, please” He was already a moaning mess, and she had only placed a few kitten licks on the head of his cock, getting all of his precum

She swirled her tongue around him, already making his thighs shake “Please- Don’t tease, please”

She knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept teasing him, so she gave in to his wishes and went down on him, hallowing her cheeks, gagging as he hit the back of her throat

“Fuck” His voice was covered with a moan as she started moving, tracing his vein with her tongue, sending him further into his orgasm

“Please, I need to be inside you. Please, rakkaus” She got off of him and stood up. She kissed him soft before she spoke

“Get on the bed. Naked” He hurried out of his pants and boxers and went over to the bed at laid with his back against it

She walked slowly over to the bed, pulling her clothes off at a teasingly slow speed. She pulled off her panties before she got in his lap, leaving herself in only her bra

“Please, baby” He put his hands on her waist, drawing circles with his thumbs into her sides “I wanna see you, please” He bucked his hips, but it only resulted in her standing further up on her knees, earning her a whine from him

“You’re always so needy” She smirked, ghosting her nails down his chest, drawing out whimpers from him

“Please, rakkaus. I need to be inside you, please” She gave in and put her hands on her back, unhooking her bra and slid it off her arms, throwing it on the ground as well

He sighed at the sight of her breasts on display. She took his cock into her hands, earning her a whimper, lining herself up with him

She slowly sank down on him, both of them whimpering as she did. She sat still as she adjusted to him, feeling his nails dig into her skin

She slowly start moving on him, drawing out moans from both of them. His back was arched and his eyes shut closed as she sped up, finding a rhythm that worked

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, baby” She praised, leaning down to kiss his cheek bone “You’ll never be on top of me, we both know that” She said close to his ear, lips going to his neck

“You’ll always be this beautiful under my touch” He whimpered at her words, thrusting his hips up to meet hers, the sounds of their skin against skin getting louder as well as their mixed moans

“You gonna come for me, love?” She asked, feeling him start to twitch inside her as she clenched down on him

He nodded, too fucked out for any words, only able to get whimpers out if he was lucky

“Yeah? You gonna be my good boy and come for me?” She asked in a teasing tone and her hand came down on her clit, circling it, making her clench down on him more

With no warning did he hold her down on him, coming inside her, filling her up with his cum

The feeling of his cum dripping out of her sent her over the edge, clenching rapidly around him with his name rolling off her tongue as she came

She slid off of him, laying down beside him “Just admit it, you love letting me take care of you” She said, pulling his body into hers after they had gotten cleaned up

“Only you, rakkaus” He sighed, leaning into her touch, letting his body go limp as he dozed off into sleep