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[kwanniverse]

words that bleed

pairing: idol seungcheol x reader troupe: already lovers genre(s): est. relationship, angsty (i decided to split up into 3 parts cuz i wanted a part with ot13 only as it fit the vibe more so the fluff is unfortunately only coming tonight or tmr!) warning(s): swearing/cursing word count: ~1.4k summary: five words- he knows he fucked up.

svt defending her against their own brother is so green forest coded ugh #where to find men like that irl

pt 2 of seungcheol short series, read pt1, "words hurt more than you think." here!

work all mine, no reposting without creds, no stealing of published work, copyrighted:D

"hyung what the hell was that?" hoshi spat, anger shown by the way his veins looked like they might explode. "you didn't have to be so harsh." though softer, dk's words were laced with a certain apprehensive tension and annoyance. dino scowled, "cheol hyung, that wasn't you we saw a few moments ago. that wasn't the cheol we know." "yeah man, the insults weren't necessary, geez..." vernon mumbled under his breath. jun snapped a little too loudly, "ya, choi seungcheol, who the actual fuck do you think you are?" seungkwan backed him up (with maybe a little too much cursing), "why did you yell at y/n like that? we know you're an ass, a dickhead, no you know what? a jerk asshole bastard, but keep your shit to yourself!" usually the members would say something to this, but no one did, everyone's eyes only focused on glaring at their leader. joshua, the ever carefree gentle one, blurted out before the words could properly form in his head, "cheol, she's not a toy you can play around with cause literally is that how you treat a woman?" "red flag, y/n gotta avoid this one-" minghao murmured, wonwoo finishing his sentence right after, "hyung if i were her i would dump your stupid ass." "i mean, she's kinda you're girlfriend, or might be ex now HA!"jeonghan giggled, although the sharpness in his tone showed how he really felt. "hope she dumps your ass too!" mingyu was more than angry though, as someone closer to y/n, he was about to grab seungcheol's collar but the other members stopped it before anything could happen. "just saying cheol, you don't know just how much words can hurt someone else, especially y/n." woozi said quietly.

"no it's okay, come at me...i deserved that." the man in question finally spoke, the whole room silencing itself once again.

"...WHAT?"

"are you bipolar or-"

"bro i swear to god get your shitty act toGETHER"

"you've officially lost it, i'm out." vernon muttered, storming toward the door, muttering curses under his breath as if just being in the same room was making his skin itch.

but seungcheol didn’t move. not even a twitch. he stood still, eyes lowered, as if bracing for something more than fists. "you all think i don’t know?" his voice came out quiet, almost swallowed by the air itself. "you think i don’t realise what i did?" no one answered. "then why the hell did you do it?" mingyu’s voice cracked, louder now, breaking through the silence like thunder. "you think saying sorry makes it better? after the way she looked at you like she didn’t even recognise who the hell you were anymore?" "she flinched, hyung," dino muttered, his jaw tight, hands shaking. "she flinched when you raised your voice. she never does that. not even with you." "and you didn’t even care," joshua said, and the usual softness in his voice was gone, replaced by something cold. "you didn’t even look at her after." "i saw it," jeonghan muttered, and his eyes were glassy with fury. "i saw the moment you broke her. and you just stood there like a statue while she stood there trying to hold herself together. she was fucking trembling, hyung."

"i know."

seungcheol’s voice cracked on that second word. like it physically hurt to say. "i know." he said again, a little softer this time, as if repeating it would make it real. "then what the fuck is wrong with you?" hoshi barked. "what the actual fuck is going on with you?" woozi, the one who was listening in silence finally spoke, his voice dark as everyone gulped. seungcheol inhaled sharply, like the air was knives. "i don’t know. everything’s been… boiling. i’ve been on edge for weeks. months, maybe. i thought if i pushed her away first, if i gave her a reason to hate me, she wouldn’t see everything else falling apart underneath."

"so you punished her for your chaos?" seungkwan’s voice shot out like a blade. "that’s not pain, hyung. that’s cowardice." "you treated her like trash and now you’re pretending it was for her own good?" minghao added, each word like acid. "god, that’s so fucking manipulative." "i didn’t mean it to be," seungcheol said, voice shaking now. "i just… i thought i was protecting her from the worst of me." "newsflash," jeonghan bit out, "she still got the worst of you." "and she loved you anyway," dino said, voice barely audible. "even while you tore her down, she was still standing there trying to understand you. begging you to just talk to her. and you looked her in the eyes and told her she didn’t matter."

"i said she was just another distraction," seungcheol whispered. and the room cracked. "you what?" mingyu’s voice rose, and he looked ready to punch a wall. "you said that to her fucking face?" "why? to push her away? to see how fast you could make her bleed?" seungkwan growled. "i saw her afterwards, you know?" wonwoo finally spoke, slow and deliberate, like every word was carved in stone. "sitting in the hallway, not even crying. just… empty. like you drained every last bit of her and didn’t even notice."

"i noticed," seungcheol said.

his voice cracked. this time, there was no hiding it.

"i noticed," he repeated, barely above a whisper. "i noticed the second it was too late. when she stepped back and wouldn’t meet my eyes. when she said ‘okay’ like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart." "then why didn’t you stop?" woozi asked, and his voice wasn’t angry anymore. it was worse. it was disappointed.

"because i was scared," seungcheol confessed. and for the first time, it sounded like the truth. "scared that one day she’d see through me. realize i’m not who she thought i was. that she deserves someone better. that i’m just this… broken thing trying to pretend i know how to love." "so you self-destructed and dragged her down with you," minghao said.

"i didn’t mean to."

"but you did," hoshi snapped. "intentions don’t erase consequences." "you don’t deserve her," jeonghan muttered. "not after this. not anymore." seungcheol closed his eyes.

"i know."

he looked tired. not the kind of tired sleep could fix. the kind that made you wonder if you’d ever feel whole again. "i’m not asking to be forgiven. not by her. not by you. i’m not asking for anything. i just needed to say it. out loud. without pretending i didn’t fuck up." "you didn’t just fuck up," seungkwan said, staring straight at him. "you shattered someone who loved you unconditionally. and that kind of damage doesn’t come with second chances." "you destroyed something beautiful," woozi whispered. "on purpose. and no amount of guilt brings that back." mingyu snapped, his voice fiercer than he had ever been. "you broke her. you broke her. and you’re still standing here like you’re the one bleeding."

"i am bleeding!" seungcheol suddenly shouted, his voice cracking open like a wound.

"you think this isn’t killing me? you think i didn’t see her hands shaking when she tried to pick up her bag and leave? you think i didn’t hear the way her voice cracked when she asked me what she did wrong? you think i didn’t notice how small she looked when she walked away like she didn’t want to be seen crying? i saw all of it. and i didn’t stop her."

"then you’re worse than we thought," jeonghan muttered, disgusted. "because that means you chose to watch her break." "you were supposed to protect her," woozi said, arms crossed tightly, jaw locked. "you were supposed to be the one she ran to, not the one she ran from." "i was scared she’d leave," seungcheol whispered. "so you left first," joshua said. "don’t dress it up as fear. you abandoned her before she had the chance to hurt you. and in doing that, you crushed her." "and now she’s gone," minghao added. "and maybe she won’t come back. not after this. not after you." "good," mingyu muttered, eyes red. "she deserves better anyway."

seungcheol didn’t argue. he didn’t cry. he just stood there. and for once, not a single one of them moved to catch him. because this time, he had to fall.

and feel every damn second of it.

[vettelsvee]

LET'S MAKE BIRTHDAY SEX A TRADITION | Sebastian Vettel

PART OF VETTEL FEST 2025 ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ SEBASTIAN VETTEL BIRTHDAY EVENT (June 30th - July 4th)

⋆ PAIRING: 2012 Red Bull Sebastian Vettel x Race engineer girlfriend!Reader ⋆ SUMMARY: Your birthday. A holiday on a cruise. Many shared thoughts between you and Seb... and maybe more than just thoughts ⋆ WARNINGS: Smut (female receiving oral sex, protected p in v, praising), curse words, mentions of death ⋆ WORD COUNT: 4426 ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: First fic of the Seb birthday event! Hope you like it and, if so, reblogs and comments are truly appreciated! Thank you so much for reading <3 ↳ LET'S TALK/REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

As you raised your glass of wine to your lips, you noticed how Seb’s fingers moved, showing, apparently, nervousness.

"Are you okay, sunshine?"

Your question seemed to catch the blond off guard. His gaze was lost somewhere in the room.

He shook his head and finished the little wine he had left on his glass, not knowing what to do.

"Yeah, yeah… Sure," he answered quickly. "Why are you asking?"

"I don’t know. I just wanted to know if something was wrong… and see if I could help you in case something’s bothering you," you said casually.

"There’s nothing wrong, love."

No matter how much he insisted, his words couldn’t fool you. You felt the table shift slightly from the subtle movement of his legs beneath it; his gaze still wandering, carefully avoiding yours, and his seemingly tense posture made it clear that something was bothering him.

You knew that, sooner or later, he'd end up telling you what was wrong, just like he always did but. However, you decided to shift his focus and change the subject for now.

"You want to get out of here, don’t you?"

"I’ve wanted that ever since I found out we had to dress up properly for this fancy dinner. You know I’m not someone who likes drawing attention. And it’s not like I like fancy dinners either," he emphasized.

"Well, you manage to do it every day without even trying, sunshine," you replied. Standing up, you offered him your hand, which he took without hesitation as he placed his napkin on the table. "It’s not my fault you’re the sun in my life and have every girl in the world trailing after you."

"I thought that line was mine, love. Are you stealing everything I say now?"

"You made me yours completely the day you asked me to be your girlfriend in the most original way possible. Let me tell you, I never expected you to be such a hopeless romantic, Sebastian," you added.

He laughed, following you as you left the dining room behind.

"You didn’t expect that after I’ve made you breakfast more times than I can count, brought you flowers whenever I had the chance, and supported you since you entered Formula 1? Not to mention, I made sure you met Taylor."

"That thing again?" you groaned. "What do you want from me? Paying you back by taking you to a concert or—”

"Actually yes. I’d love that," he simply replied.

Once you were outside on the deck, the salty scent and sea breeze greeted you both.

The air was colder than you’d expected, and considering you were wearing a flowy purple dress that left your arms almost bare, it was no surprise you started freezing. You stopped leaning on the railing and hugged yourself, hoping to find some warmth.

Seb noticed. In the blink of an eye, he had taken off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you to share his warmth.

A smile started appearing on your lips.

"Thank you."

He turned to look at you and returned the smile.

"I don’t want my girl catching a cold. It wouldn’t be nice spending your birthday with a fever."

"If I get sick, you’ll have to stay with me and take care of me," you replied, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"Don’t say those things. You know you’d just pass it on to me, and we’d be stuck in an endless loop. Besides, you're with me more than you’re in your house," he added.

You stepped back, pretending to be offended, just playing.

Seb was right. He had asked more times than you cared to admit for the two of you to live together. And every single time, you had refused, not wanting to be more of a burden to him than you already felt you were.

You both stayed quiet for a while, staring at the darkness of the ocean ahead, leaning on the railing as your bodies drifted closer together. Your left arm wrapped around the driver’s waist, and his right arm came to rest over your shoulders.

"Weird and random question, but… What do you wish for most in this life?"

The question left your lips so quickly, it surprised even you. You turned to look at Seb, who now seemed a little… thoughtful.

"What do you mean with that?"

"If you have some sort of dream," you clarified. "I don’t know, sunshine… something you’ve wanted a long time for or something you want to fight for in the future. You’ve got it pretty easy."

Seb didn’t answer right away. He thought for a moment, probably trying to find the right words. A part of you wondered if he was overthinking just to avoid saying something inappropriate that might hurt you, and that idea made you feel very bad about yourself.

"I just want to be happy," he finally said. "The house in Switzerland is pretty great, and I could live there for the rest of my life," he began, "but I feel like there’s something missing…"

"A dog?" you asked with a smirk.

"You," he blurted out. "You, and a couple of kids running around, making us go after them and letting us relive our childhoods."

You stood there, processing his words longer than you should have.

And you hatred that about yourself.

The mere thought that Seb wanted a family with you made your skin tingle, and a wave of pressure gripped your chest.

"Okay… yeah," was all you managed to say. You tried to relax, but it didn’t seem to work.

"And what about you, darling? What’s your dream?"

Seb extended his arm toward you, still smiling. You took it without hesitation and nestled close to him as you resumed walking most likely toward your room.

"I feel like I’ve already fulfilled my dream," you answered, referring to being his Formula 1 engineer. "I want to try, even if it’s hard, to have a voice and help people. Lately, I can’t stop thinking about starting an organization to help those who’ve gone through similar things as me."

"You mean…?"

"Yeah. I’d like to help victims… you know… and also… those who, whether them or their loved ones, have attempted to take their own lives. I’ve been saving a little each month to try and make it happen," you admitted.

Seb stopped in his tracks and looked at you. You saw admiration in his eyes. Yours, teary, thanked him in silence.

"That’s admirable, darling. I know you’ll follow wherever you go, even if you think you won’t."

"My biggest dream, though… is to be a mom," you blurted out without thinking, instantly regretted it.

But it scares you. A lot, you admitted to yourself.

To be a mom.

A rush of nerves and regret surged through you, and even though your boyfriend had said something similar earlier, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

But he didn’t say he wanted to have kids with you.

"That’s your biggest dream? To be a mother?"

"Yeah…" you said, shyly.

He must be annoyed by what you said. Your heart started racing while you kept nodding, feeling the flush creeping up your cheeks. You were sure this was your last screw-up at your current age.

Seb squeezed your hand tightly, pulling you close as you reached the door of your room.

“I can’t wait to see you with a little baby bump, to spoil all your cravings and to watch a mini version of you running around.”

“And what if it’s a mini you?” you teased, playing along.

“The good will be perfect if it’s with you,” he said, “and the bad won’t seem so bad if I’m going through it by your side.”

You hugged him from behind instantly, covering his face with a flurry of kisses as he tried to open the door to your cabin.

When he finally managed to get it open, he let you in not without first stealing a quick kiss. Blushing, you walked in and threw yourself onto the bed on your back, arms spread wide. But you immediately sat up when you heard a few curse words.

“What’s wrong?”

You watched as Seb checked the right pocket of his pants, then the left, then both back ones. A flicker of panic crossed his face; he sighed and looked down before murmuring an apology.

“I think I left my wallet at the restaurant…”

You jumped up at once, offering to go with him so he wouldn’t be alone and, truthfully, because you didn’t feel like sitting around bored while he was gone.

“Don’t worry, love,” he said quickly, voice a little shaky. “It’s better if you stay here and rest. I won’t be long.”

You reluctantly nodded and let him go after one of those long kisses you liked so much.

While he was gone, your thoughts began to spiral. You were just a few hours, or maybe minutes, away from turning another year older, and as every year, reflection seemed inevitable.

You wondered whether you were truly happy with the position you had earned through so much effort and yes, with some help, in Formula 1. Whether you really had a place in this male-dominated world where whispers and inappropriate comments were something you endured just to keep chasing your dream.

You questioned if the suffering was worth it. But then you pictured yourself doing what you loved… what you had fought so hard for. Every time you thought of Seb and the life you were slowly building together, day by day, and how proud your parents would be of you... it started to feel like maybe it was worth it.

There was a time, not long ago, when you thought it was the end, but maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you still had so much more to give.

Maybe you both did.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. You jumped off the bed, eager to shake off the storm inside your mind.

Without even checking the peephole, you opened the door and there he was. 

Your Seb. Your boyfriend. Smiling ear to ear, holding a vibrant bouquet of multicolored tulips in one hand, and a mystery bag in the other.

“What is all this?”

He gave you a radiant smile. You were surprised, excited, and while you’d expected some sort of gift, that wasn’t what you imagined.

“Happy birthday, love.”

Before he could even step inside, you launched yourself at him, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him into the room. You started kissing every inch of his face, clinging to him as if he might vanish at any moment.

Between kisses and gasps for breath, the only words you could string together were “thank you” and “I love you so much,” to which he replied, “it’s nothing,” “you’re welcome,” and your favorite, “I love you even more”.

All words you never wanted to stop hearing for the rest of your life.

“Easy, love,” Sebastian whispered between kisses, gently pulling back. “We’ll have time for cuddles and kisses, I swear. But first, you have to open your gifts.”

You laughed quietly, realizing you might have overdone it, especially since his face was now covered in crimson lipstick.

“Then give them to me already.”

“Here you go, my lady.”

He handed you the bag. Without hesitation, you snatched it and tore it open, curiosity and excitement taking over. Inside were a few neatly wrapped packages. You looked at him. He shrugged, and you knew immediately: he’d gotten help to make everything perfect.

“You know wrapping gifts isn’t one of my strengths,” he admitted.

With trembling hands, you began opening the presents slowly, carefully, feeling your anticipation grow. A soft blue sweater, a few cord bracelets you’d been eyeing for a while, a signed Speak Now special edition album by Taylor Swift, a box of chocolates, and the bouquet now resting on the desk, all of it exceeded your expectations.

This was the first birthday you’d truly celebrated in about three years, and this time... it felt like a celebration. Maybe because the person behind it was the same one who threw you that surprise party back in 2009.

“Do you like it?” Seb asked nervously, stepping closer.

“Like it? That’s not enough to describe it. This is... perfect. I don’t know how you always manage to give me the best gifts.”

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple.

“I’m glad you like them, darling. I was a little unsure what to get you, especially after what I did for Valentine’s. I honestly thought maybe you wouldn’t like this.”

“How could I not, sunshine?” you asked, genuinely. “Everything that comes from you is perfect.”

“I don’t know, love. After…”

You moved in gently, stood on your toes, grabbed his neck, and kissed him, silencing the doubts that were likely weighing him down. You didn’t think he’d respond the way he did, but when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer, your thigh brushing lightly against him, you were caught off guard.

You ran your fingers through his hair as your mouths stayed connected. His hands roamed your body, hungry but respectful. You realized you were slowly moving across the room when your back hit the wall near the bathroom. Your soft moans spilled out naturally as Seb lifted you, his mouth exploring your neck. He seemed surprised when you began cursing and asking for more, but he didn’t judge. 

You were surprised at yourself, too.

“Oh God... Seb...” you moaned uncontrollably.

“Fuck, love, if you keep moaning like that I’m going to come just from hearing your voice.”

You and Seb had never gone this far before, though you had longed for it longer than you wanted to admit. And you were sure he had, too.

“I want to do it.”

Your voice barely came out, a whisper. The blond paused for a moment. He gently lowered you, hands still gripping your hips. Though he knew exactly what you meant, he asked for confirmation:

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Sometimes it annoyed you how many times he double-checked everything, always making sure you were okay. But you knew him. And one of the things you loved most about him was the way he treated you: with kindness, and more importantly, with care and full consent.

You had been hurt, both physically and emotionally. You had needed, and still needed, time and support to heal from what you’d been through, and to prepare for whatever might come.

Seb had made sure, from day one, that you were psychologically ready not just for intimacy, but for any new experience you wanted to share with him.

The only thing you could give him was gratitude, for his patience, even after he had promised time and time again that he’d wait forever… for anything.

Just imagining the two of you becoming one made your heart swell in a way you never thought possible.

“I want us to do it. I… want to have sex with you, Seb,” you said clearly, firmly., but shyly at the same time

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, love.”

“Love… are you really sure you want to do this?” he asked again.

He stepped back slightly and looked at you, really looked, his eyes scanning yours, seeking certainty.

"I'm serious, sunshine. I'm ready. And I think today, on my birthday, is the perfect time for us to share a… gift."

Sebastian said nothing more. As you leaned in, bringing your face back to his once again that night, he gently held your cheeks and deepened the kiss.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you were sure it had been long enough to realize it was something you never wanted to stop doing.

When he finally pulled away, now both of you lying on the bed you shared, catching your breath, you noticed a smile curling on his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh softly and wrap your arms around his waist, trying not to get completely squashed.

All you could do was smile at him, remind him how much you loved him and how grateful you were to have him in your life.

You repeated, again and again, that you were ready to have sex with him, and Seb, once more, made sure you were absolutely certain.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not sure, you know it, right?” he insisted again, wearing down your patience.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” you told him honestly, “and I’ve also been preparing myself for it. I know you’re not… you know who, and I know you’d never hurt me. I trust you, Seb. You don’t have to worry, especially not about me.”

You believed the truth in your own words, but… a part of you was still afraid of being wrong.

“You can be sure of one thing,” he said, voice low: “the only marks I’ll ever leave on you will be from my lips kissing your skin.”

“Seb!”

“Sorry,” he apologized quickly. “So…?”

“I want you to make me yours, Seb,” you whispered in his ear, as seductively as you could manage. “Fuck me.”

You felt him tense up at those words. God, even you were surprised at what had just come out of your mouth. You expected him to get a little more excited than he already was, but he ended up surprising you. You noticed his arousal, prominent beneath his pants. When you reached to unbutton them, he gently pushed your hands away.

“Today’s your day. Let me take care of everything.”

You stood still in front of him as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. He didn’t even let you help with that. Once his chest was exposed, you ran your trembling hands over his skin, letting yourself go, trying to steady your nerves.

He took your arms, turned you around, and carefully pulled down the zipper of your dress. It slid to the floor on its own, leaving you in the lingerie set he’d given you for Valentine’s Day, the one you’d never dared to wear until now.

You turned to face him, standing so your eyes met his.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“Nothing,” he said with a small shrug. “I just can’t believe I’m about to make love to the love of my life for the first time.”

“Are you nervous?”

No. You’re the nervous one.

“I just want it to be perfect,” he admitted. “I don’t want to hurt you or turn this into something you regret. I want our first time to be special. And I’m going to try my best to make it that way.”

“Then I don’t know what you’re waiting for, sunshine.”

He gently lifted you into his arms and laid you down on the bed. You sat with your back against the wall, a little tense. Seb sat beside you, on your right, and cupped your chin to kiss you again.

This time, your lips moved slower. You felt one of his hands start to massage your breast through the fabric, focusing on your nipple. The other hand trailed down between your legs, and when his fingers began to toy with your clit, a strangled moan escaped your lips.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?”

His fingers slipped past your thong, making full contact. The way he moved, rhythmic, deliberate, grew faster and faster.

“Yes, Seb,” you managed to say through shallow breaths.

At your response, he suddenly stopped. You didn’t argue. You didn’t even look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and then started leaving a trail of kisses down your body, stopping at your lower stomach.

“Love…”

His hands brushed the edge of your thong, sending chills down your arms. You were pretty sure you even held your breath when he began to remove your lingerie, bra and all, his eyes silently asking for permission.

“If anything we do tonight makes you uncomfortable,” he said gently, “just say so. And, before your brain starts spinning out, no: I won’t be mad if you change your mind. I promise.”

“Seb,” you cut in, “it’s you. I could never feel uncomfortable with you or anything you do.”

“Promise me, love.”

“I swear.”

He nodded and took hold of your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed so that his face lined up perfectly with your pussy.

Without warning, he flattened his tongue and ran it slowly along your folds. Even that first motion was almost too much to bear. He alternated speeds, fast to slow and back again, letting his nose brush your clit as his tongue worked wonders.

When Seb began to explore you more deeply with his tongue, and slid his index finger between your folds, the same finger he raised to the sky after every Formula 1 win, you arched your back, hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer while your hips rose to meet his mouth.

“You’re enjoying this, huh?” he asked between strokes, pausing the oral contact but not his finger.

“Don’t stop, sunshine. For God’s sake, don’t you even think about stopping.”

“Your wish is my command, darling.”

With that, he slid one finger inside you. A gasp of surprise left your lips, and when he looked up at you, laughing with a blush, he kissed your thighs while he kept moving his hand. Before long, he added a second finger.

Everything was happening so fast. Waves of pleasure kept crashing over you, stealing your sense of time. You weren’t even sure when it happened, but as soon as he added his tongue again, along with the motion of his fingers, a strange pressure built in your lower stomach.

It was getting harder to hold back your moans. Your eyes fluttered closed, your legs started to shake.

“Come for me, love,” Seb whispered. “Go on, love. You’ve got it… just let go.”

And so, you did.

Your back arched hard enough that your sweaty body could barely keep writhing the way it was. You were moaning like you never had before, and Seb noticed because he let out a small, proud laugh while licking your release, his mouth teasing your clit just enough to draw more gasps from you.

Then the German climbed over you.

“I love you. You don’t know how much,” he whispered between kisses, making you taste yourself on his lips. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Never doubt that.”

“Seb, I’m not…” you tried to protest, unable to pull away from him.

“Yes, you are. And I’m not going to let you speak badly about yourself. You’re perfect.”

After those words, he pulled away slightly, reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a condom. With care, he put it on before positioning himself at your entrance.

This was it. The moment had come.

“I don’t want to sound like a broken record,” he said, looking into your eyes, “but if you want me to stop, just say so. I need to know you’re really sure about this.”

It took just the slightest nod from you for him to enter you. Slowly, carefully, without warning. He stayed still for a moment, likely giving you time to adjust to the length of him.

“F-Fuck, Seb!” you cried out as you felt him fill you completely. His hips began to move again, a steady rhythm building between you. “Seb…”

“Does it feel good, sweetheart? Are you enjoying my cock as much as you seemed to crave it before?” he groaned, biting softly at your neck.

“This feels insane,” you said. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“For you? Never, baby.”

His movements grew faster. You arched your back, moaning nonstop as you felt the depth of his thrusts intensify. Your moans blended with his, forming a rhythm of pleasure that was probably echoing into the rooms nearby.

“Seb,” you cried again when you felt his fingers press into your bundle of nerves.

“God, baby…” he groaned through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop saying my name. You don’t know what it’s doing to me right now.”

“I hope it makes you feel even better when we do this again,” you gasped, drowning in pleasure. You sat up slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want to do this again, Seb. Every chance we get. I want to be like this with you as many times as we want.”

“We’ll always be one, love. Don’t you dare think otherwise.”

You kept moaning his name while he kept whispering yours in your ear, his pace building faster, harder, deeper.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Fuck, Seb…” you stammered. “I think I’m gonna—”

“Let go, baby,” he encouraged you, voice thick and full of emotion. “You’ve got this. Come for me.”

“Yes, sunshine—”

You didn’t even get to finish the sentence before your climax took over. It hit so hard your whole body arched, slick with sweat, writhing beneath him as wave after wave tore through you. Seb followed just a few seconds later, thrusting a little deeper before letting go inside the condom, his body trembling above yours.

He leaned down and gave you a soft, lingering kiss before carefully pulling out and collapsing beside you, breathless.

Neither of you said anything. Only your ragged breathing filled the room, your chests rising and falling in sync, slowly calming.

You noticed Seb sitting up, pulling the covers over himself, suddenly shy, as though modesty returned after you’d both seen every part of each other.

“Was it okay?” you asked quietly, unable to stop yourself.

He let out a soft laugh, leaning toward you to curl up against your shoulder. You welcomed him, even though you were overheated, pulling the sheet around both of you as you clung to each other.

“You were amazing, baby,” he whispered, arms sliding around your waist to draw you closer. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I should’ve asked if you liked the pace... I think I might’ve gone a bit too fast…”

“You don’t need to worry about a thing, sunshine,” you interrupted gently, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his. “Let’s make birthday sex a tradition. Our tradition.”

“We can make anything a tradition, love,” he said, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Today, tomorrow, two weeks from now... every time you want us to.”

© VETTELSVEE (2025). Please, do not steal, copy, translate and share my works in other platforms. Thanks for reading!

[the-whispers-of-death]

stone sparring against reader ?

Stone is cautious when sparring with you, as he is with everyone. He's a big boy as previously stated numerous times, he can do damage.

But he won't do you the disservice by throwing the sparring match. He wouldn't ever fathom throwing a match. Sparring is to test each other's skills, throwing the match wouldn't do much and would actually hinder improvement.

Unlike how he would spar with Ghost, where he'd dodge and weave. With you, Stone would use his brute strength to his advantage. He's sending blow after blow to you, testing how you'd evade and counteract his punches and kicks. He'll find your weaknesses quickly, using some of that quick processing speed in his brain that allows him to understand what an injured soldier needs in the midst of combat.

Of course, Stone won't always win. Just like how it is with Ghost, it depends on the time of day. You'll have a much easier time getting Stone onto his knees to tackle him and pin him when it's later in the day, since he's been in the base hospital for a long period of time.

But of course, unless you're taller than him (6'9"+) than you might not be able to keep him pinned. Again, it can happen if it's later in the day and you tired him out. But if you manage to get him down onto the sparring mat when he still has stamina left? You're most likely not getting him to yield in your pin. He's twisting out of it the moment an opportunity strikes.

Regardless of who wins the match, Stone is proud of you. He has heard by several people that he's very intimidating physicality wise and so he often doesn't get asked to spar, mostly it's Price telling another soldier to spar with Stone. But you initiated the request, you took on the challenge. And if you won the spar, he's even more proud of you.

It's hot when you manage to pin him down and make him yield.

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[thewrothode-if]

Hello,sorry if this sounds rude. But some of the ROs being straight then writing or are they sounds ,you know,not good? It's like a gay character being u know gay then writing or are they? I understand it's to be playersexual. But why not just say all ROs are playersexual? And Anne,I read she is a Christian,being a Christian myself,I find it uncomfortable that we can change some of the values her religion set and she believes in. If you go that way I hope you can really convey and write how conflicting that can be.Again it's just my opinion,sorry if it doesn't really make sense my English is not that good. I still love your story♡

I understand what you’re saying, but my characters were never straight to begin with, they simply believed they were. Calling them "playersexual" feels wrong because the struggle that they go through to accept their sexuality is a mental battle within themselves. But at the same time, it's not that deep and they basically are playersexual, just with more spice.

As for Anne, I’m not going to half-heartedly portray her struggle. Her path has two possible ways it can go down, but I won’t spoil anything because it’s something I want people to uncover on their own. What I can say is that Anne will never change her religion to fit her lifestyle.

Having grown up in a Christian household and attended a Christian school, I have enough experience with the faith. That’s why I want to write her struggle as authentically as I can.

[daniel-is-me]

My dude. Fucking love that shading on Asher. Why is Shimie so emotional, did someone take the last cookie? Tea party time, let's cheer everyone up.

i have two comics for you

this one is answering why Shimie is emotional

And this one is fluff

[starnervefan]

what does our best guy detective fear like to do for fun? owo

aw! Thank you for the question 🥺💜 Nobody ever asks me things about my AU gdfsfh 🥹😭 /pos

But anyways-

He probably plays a lot of chess and card games given the chance and a worthy opponent. He'd join tournaments, he's not exactly competitive but still likes the feeling of outsmarting his opponents. He reads a lot (horror and thrillers despite his overactive imagination, and… sometimes, trashy romance). He'll happily critique or pick apart trashy movies and admittedly, he's fond of cartoons and silent films.

Even though some "scary" movies amuse him more than scare him, he's interested in criminal psychology in an almost morbid way, keeping himself up late at night reading about horrific crimes.

Socializing heavily isn't really his thing, he's shy, easily overstimulated and keeps to himself. Contrasting with his partner Anger, who's always dragging Fear to noisy gatherings where there's a lot of booze, smoke and jazz music. It's ok though, Fear gets to drag Anger to the theater (where Anger will usually wind up falling asleep from the boredom, if Fear's commentary doesn't keep him awake).

Lately a certain thief lady is on Inspector Fear's mind and he spends an awful lot of time thinking about her and trying to find her, even and especially during his off-hours, though whether it's "fun" is up for debate.

[waterfallofspace]

1, 6, 7, 13 !!!! (^ー^)

hello queen thank you for the questions love you girlie <333 gonna pop answers under cut so I don't spam anyone's feed!

(1) What was the first piece of media that made you realize you had a kink? ("Fascinations" as a child don't count here, this is your completely aware awakening.)

I don't actually know?? I was not aware for waaaaaay longer than I should have been, I know that much~ grew up in a religious environment that did not tell me much about anything of that nature, [about s*x in general, let alone kinks????] so I genuinely think it might have been like- not even the first wav I found....... i think there might have been one that had comments, and i read them, and kinda went. oh. but I'm not fuuulllyyyy sure~

(6) What, if any, appeals to you in real life?

Oooooh, interesting one. Well firstly the things I'm so into, so buildups, holdbacks, hitching, etcetc~ Allergies more than colds, colds could maybe be good in real life if I loved my partner and it was more of a caretaking thing, but as a 'hot' thing, they are on the cusp in fiction, irl I'd have a hard time I think~ allergies though are hot, and someone inducing for me absolutely. has worked and would work again. insanely hot. but!!! (and this isn't the question LMAO but) anything with too much mess is a no in fiction for me, and even worse irl~ but! i think most of the things i actually enjoy the most in fiction i'd enjoy irl in some extent too, since my brain is always going 'but what if that was real......' when im enjoying stuff, so I already have a bit harder time enjoy fictional things I wouldn't enjoy in person, yknow???? (i hope this is an answer sdjksjdkskjdjk)

(7) What is your dream scenario, either to read / see or hear / watch in real time?

So I think!! my answers to this one would be fairly the same???? god- i love me a good fic where it describes someone hiding, and they have to stifle and holdback and just slowly get more and more desperate........ and!! that same scenario in a wav is.... yes. absolutely yes. hmm, though irl I wouldn't want the hiding aspect, and in all of them i don't reallllyyy want/enjoy a 'danger' aspect, but someone being absolutely wrecked by allergies but trying to hold it back and stifle it and such.... yeah yes that. that's the dream. a partner who will do that for me. 10000/10

(13) What snz-adjacent things do you love? EX: handkerchiefs, tissues, warm blankets, stolen hoodies, comfort items etc.

love in a hrny sense? I don't think there really is anything, but love in a sweet/caretaking sense??? god stolen hoodies is such a good trope. that's adorable. I do also quite enjoy a good 'tissue pack always carried', that can border a bit into hot from cute territory based on the circumstances~ also thermometers. idk just something about checking the temperature of a sick partner, again not 'hot' but i think it's adorable and so sweet~ there's probably more i can't think of off the top of my head but yes <3

[noeggets]

High yeah I wanted to ask what prompted you to make your post where Amy is breaking down, I just wanna know what made you think of making it cause I wanna see more

OH gee let me try to remember, ok i was listening to the Sonic IDW comic drama

cause in my tags there is

"#watching the zobot drama is really putting it into perspective #they've been traumatized in ways that cannot be removed from their minds"

i was talking to my friend @ssxdz2 i think theres another post but this is the only one i can find where i was talking about it

in the post this was said by @wummy :

#they can also be considered conditioned super-soliders but were not ready for that conversation

and i said

we may not be ready but we need to have that conversation tho, cause u r right, nobody else is gonna do anything so they are conditioned to be super soldiers not only by themselves but by the people around them, look at how GUN would probably canonly ask for Sonic’s help and cooperation and if you don’t the world is doomed cause nobody is strong enough to do anything except you they also conditioned their-self to think this way because they all have the mindset “If i don’t do anything nobody will” and it’s sad that they are right, if Sonic or any of his friends don’t stop Eggman nobody will do anything, and if they do do something it wont be enough to be considered anything cause nobody can stop Eggman except Sonic or maybe GUN if they tried hard enough

Cause the world truly does depend on Sonic and his friends like they are the world

[quizzicalwriter]

I remember, a while back, you mentioned that you wanted to write for The House That Jack Built. I was wondering if you’re still interested in writing about the film, and, if so, what kind of rules would you set to ensure your comfort?

Hi! This is a brilliant question. Yes, I'm still interested in writing for him! I'm actually finishing up my parts at the moment, it's rather lengthy. I typically write in globs rather than something concise, like beginning to end. I'll get motivation for a certain section, write that, and then write in the connecting pieces later - so, I'm currently wrapping up some of the connecting pieces.

I usually don't have an issue writing tougher things, disturbing content, etc. There are certain things I won't write, like children in a NSFW manner or bodily fluids outside of normal occurrences during intimacy. I do write for rougher scenarios, and I've never minded that. I'm able to disconnect myself a fair bit from my writing, and I'm using that quite a bit for this piece. It's darker than what I've written before. I think what's keeping me from finishing it up quicker is my worries on how others will see it, y'know?

That and dub-con is a bit of a fine line, but I take plenty of breaks with my writing. I don't think I'd ever write something that jeopardized my mental health. Although, I do love branching out, and I've enjoyed writing that piece - mainly because it's pushed me past my comfort zone.

It's worth it to branch out of your comfort zone, but everyone has limits to what they'll write - and that's okay! You have to have boundaries, just have to stick to them. And don't beat yourself up if you don't feel comfortable writing something, or if you lose motivation. I have pieces that I haven't touched in months, but I know it'll come back to me. That's usually why I tell people it'll take me a while to get to requests, but I always will get to them. It might take a few weeks, but they'll get done LMAO.

(I will say though, the piece I'm writing concerning that movie is dub-con, contains bodily harm, and will be tagged appropriately. Just a forewarning for those who are looking forward to that piece. And I'll definitely be open to writing for him again, if anyone ever requests more or the inspiration comes to me!)

[rendellstreet]

Might we hear a little about your interpretation of Varian and what you plan to put out for fanworks? I've kinda seen how he's characterized by a relatively active section of the fandom not just while tts was running on air but very recently as well, and it's all... oddly very similar. Like so many people seem to agree and the fanbase is huge for him.

I am curious to know because I don't interact with the TTS fandom or Varian fans at large so what is a consistent theme going on

I don't know if you call it an interpretation, but I just need a break from all the angst and throwing characters under the bus for said angst like how many times do we need to reiterate how Rapunzel is apparently the bane of his existence and blah blah blah?

To me, he's a lot more chipper and excitable. Loves to info-dump on interests and stuff he's good at. Does break every now and then to apologize for info-dumping too much. Bit anxious. He's autistic your honor. Very social and inquisitive. Like for me personally, if he was in season 2, he would have a journal like Rapunzel and just fill it with all kinds of nature and scientific notes as they travel to the Dark Kingdom.

[the-whispers-of-death]

do you think stone would came out to reader (any of them)?

I'm assuming this is for Stone being trans, since most of the readers already know he's gay. Stone would come out to the readers, of course he would. But it all depends on how far along the relationship is.

If they're not yet at the point where Stone is feeling at least platonic feelings towards them, then he won't come out to them. Not because he's scared or ashamed about being trans, just at that point he doesn't really trust them.

Once he thinks Reader as a friend, then maybe he'd casually come out to them. Just a simple quick, "Oh, I'm trans, btw" type of thing. It's most likely an off-handed comment (because he really likes to disseminate information with off-handed comments, even though the information he's dropping should be treated like the big deal it is).

If Stone is feeling romantic feelings for Reader and has yet to come out, then he'll do it in a less casual way. He doesn't want to start dating Reader without them knowing he's trans. So he'll tell them, give them time to decide if they still want a relationship with him.

[coffeviews]

What is your current favorite coffee? Like what have you been drinking the most frequently?

I'm not sure if I should answer with the style of coffee I've been drinking or if I should say which beans, so I've included both!

I've been drinking a lot of espresso now that I've finally gotten an espresso machine!! I wanted one for so long and saved up for it, so I'm making the most of it and keeping it simple 💕

The beans I've been using are a pack called Anthracite from Uganda, from a company called Coaltown Coffee Co! I love more fruity coffees, and I'd really recommend Coaltown for good quality coffees 🥰 ☕

[stevenrogered]

if you don't mind sharing, what didn't you like about the movie The Other Zoey? I've seen mostly that people have liked and I usually like the same things you do so I'm just curious! that's all, hope it's not rude to ask, totally fine if you don't post <3

i dont mind! :)

im someone who will excuse A LOT in movies but the premise and especially the end of the movie itself was too ridiculous, even for me lol i dont know what it is but i just couldnt get over it

and there was so much they could have done with archie renaux's character instead of the route they took. it was just lazy, imo. actually that's the best word i would use to describe the movie as a whole: lazy. it had a lot of potential and it could have been really great if they just took the time to give some more nuance to the dialogue/story

drew starkey was hands down the best part and no shade AT ALL but i bet all the people who liked it are drew/rafe from OBX fans lol he has a future in romcoms for sure if he wants! :)

[judyalvqrez]

Oh gotcha! Sorry Im always nervous that Im bugging people. 😅 I was talking about the when he said, When the bullet of light blew the darkness out of the crater of my skull, the dark presence was born from the remains. If you haven't played fnal draft then apologies for spoilers!

I'mma be real with you, I completely forgot about this line until now lol. But don't worry about spoilers, I have played the final draft, but only the one time I played it immediately after finishing the base game almost a year ago. I have not played it since, although I do plan to replay both Alan Wake 1 and 2 this year. I'm bad at replaying games, mostly because there's too many games I want to play and not enough time to play them :(

But yeah, I went back to listen to the whole thing here, and I can see how you could come to that conclusion! Personally, while I think everything in these games is written with a purpose, I don't think this means much in a literal sense. I'm sure the meaning of a lot of what Alan says/writes will become more obvious in subsequent games (or maybe not, who knows), but for me this last part of the story Alan is narrating is just him explaining the loops and the spiral. He's stuck in this loop that always ends with Saga shooting him with the bullet of light, but The Dark Presence keeps coming back every time from the remains of what's left, being drawn to the horror of the story as Alan starts yet another loop through the spiral. And then of course it's Alice and his love for her that helps him break through the spiral in the final draft. But I don't think this means the Dark Presence is quite literally him, just that it keeps coming back from the part that was inside of him. This is my interpretation anyway, I just don't think it's supposed to be taken quite so literally. You also have to remember that Alan is as unreliable as unreliable narrators get, so you do have to take everything he says with a grain of salt.

[ego-kinspace]

So I just found this! It's very awesome, but what I'm not sure of is the Kin. Like Kin space in general or like Fictionkin?

well, since the egos are fictional,, i guess id say fictionkin?? it doesnt really matter if you identify with that term or not though, if youre an ego then you're welcome here regardless