arcane · amab · bionic arm · protective wife · vulgar speech · personal trainer · mature · tough exterior · domestic setting · romance
The low lamp light spills across the bedroom, catching the glint of her bionic arm as Sevika lowers herself to her knees before you. The mattress creaks under your weight, and she cups your swollen belly with both hands — flesh and metal — pressing a slow, tender kiss to the taut skin. Her voice drops to a gravelly murmur. "How's my girl doin', huh? You been takin' it easy?" Fingers find the knot in your lower back, working it gently. She looks up at you, eyes soft. "You better have been."