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lucyrose191 · 5 months

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hey i had an idea and i love your seb x reader writing so i wanted to send this to you! driver! reader has a really big accident during a race like shes in a coma for some time seb becomes this completely closed off person but he visits you everyday so one day he comes to the hospital ig and readers heart stopped or something but then she comes back to life and wakes up or she dies idk if they have kids but would be nice if they’re married. idk i leave it up to you just give me some angst pls 🙏🙏🙏

COME BACK TO ME| S.VETTEL

Pairing; Sebastian Vettel x Wife!driver!reader

Summary; Sebastian’s world is turned upside down when he finds out the reason behind the red flag, the aftermath is just as torturous as the moment he got the news.

Warnings; Serious crash (a bit like Jules Bianchi’s), angst, coma, severe injuries, Sebastian’s sad :( Also Kimi and Seb bickering like children.

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It was no secret that Formula One was a dangerous sport, the fans knew it, the FIA knew it and the drivers knew it; but there are decisions that need to be made in order to protect the drivers because their safety should be the number one concern.

So when the FIA decided that that the weather in Suzuka wasn’t severe enough to postpone or cancel the race, pretty much every driver was against getting back on the track, there had already been a crash and to continue was just plain stupid.

Y/N knew that everyone, including the drivers, had their eyes on her. She had won the last few seasons and was the one to beat.

She never had a problem driving in the rain, in fact most of the time it added to the thrill of the race but when you could hardly even see the steering wheel you were holding, it wasn’t fun, it was scary.

She didn’t really know what had happened, she was battling Max Verstappen who had been recently promoted to RedBull; she’s been enjoying the challenge the younger driver is offering her but there were times that she didn’t agree with his decisions, they could be extremely risky and not in a good way, in a way that could cause some serious damage to either him or someone else and it seemed that this time was one of those times that his risks had consequences.

She had been ahead of him when she felt the contact that had been made to the back of her car, it wasn’t light at all, it sent her spinning completely off the track and with the slippery track and the rain continuing to pour she could not stop the car no matter how hard she tried to gain control.

She heard the gasps of the crowd as her car flipped and spun but it faded away as she tried to keep herself from moving about too much in her car; wondering how long it would take for her to stop.

Y/N did stop, eventually, but the moment she felt the contact she knew something was wrong. It felt like she had hit a brick wall, she heard the crumpling of the car’s structure before a pain like no other filled her entire body; her head throbbed and her eyes fluttered closed, her body shrouded by the remains of her car and the heavy rain.

"Red flag, Sebastian, you’re heading into the pits," Riccardo spoke over the radio.

"Fuck sake! I told you guys we shouldn’t have been sent back out here, what happened?" To say he was angry was an understatement, for the FIA to risk the lives of every driver on this track was ridiculous and quite frankly plain stupid.

"What happened, who was it?" He asked again when he wasn’t given an answer, pulling into the pits behind the two Redbulls.

"There’s been a crash, no response," Riccardo vaguely replied.

Sebastian sighed in frustration at the lack of information and detached his steering wheel, pulling himself out of the car, he didn’t even have time to pull his helmet off before Max was walking up to him and grabbing his arms.

"Seb I’m so sorry, I lost my grip and I couldn’t control it and we just collided-"

Sebastian shook his head, cutting Max off. "What are you talking about, what happened?"

Max simply stared at Seb for a moment, guilt filling his entire body as he realised Sebastian had absolutely no idea. "Seb, it’s Y/N…."

It was as thought the world had stopped turning, Max’s voice had faded away along with the sound of the crowds and everything else around him, the only thing he heard were his racing thoughts as he remembered Riccardo’s words.

No response

He looked up at the big screen that was showing the wreckage live, his heart dropped, the car was completely crushed and she was still in it.

He saw as a few of the Marshalls looked towards the ground briefly before looking into the direction of the camera as they all started making the same gesture, not even a minute later the screen was shut off so that no one could see what was happening.

Sebastian didn’t register his feet moving or the drop of Max’s hand from his shoulder but the next moment he was storming into the Mercedes garage demanding for some sort of information.

If it was any other driver entering their garage without permission they would’ve been immediately kicked out but knowing that Sebastian was here for no other reason that to know if his wife was okay they didn’t mention the red race suit that stood out against everyone else’s black and white uniform.

Seeing that Sebastian was simply stood there, seemingly not knowing what to do, Toto walked over to him and directed him away from his team so that they could talk.

"There was no response over the radio so we can assume that she’s unconscious, she went into that barrier at an incredible speed and the from the damage we can see there’s no way she isn’t injured in some way so she’s going to be airlifted to the nearest hospital, okay?" He spoke in a low voice so that no one could hear besides the two of them.

Sebastian made no indication that he had registered Toto’s words but he did swallow thickly before simply walking away and making his way into his own garage; he didn’t speak to anyone, instead heading straight to his drivers room.

He has taken the quickest shower of his life and changed into regular clothes, he had no intention of getting back into that car this weekend and if anyone expected him to then they were delusional.

As soon as he walked through the doors of the hospital he was approached by an older looking nurse that seemed to have been waiting for him and he could tell by the look on her face that he wasn’t going to hear anything good.

She gestured him to follow her; she lead him into an empty hospital room and gestured for him to sit down on one of the two chairs that were underneath the window, she took the other.

"Mr Vettel, I’m going to be straight with you because I wouldn’t want anyone to beat around the bush if I was in your position. The speed and force at which your wife crashed into barrier quite frankly should have killed her so bear that in mind when I go over her injuries with you because they might sound bad but for what happened I’d say she got out lucky."

Her words cut through Sebastian like a knife, tearing into his skin to leave him vulnerable to whatever she has to say next. Though, he’s grateful she’s telling him how it is instead of sugar coating the severity of everything just so that he’s not uncomfortable, he wants to understand and be aware of what exactly has happened so he gulped and nodded for her to continue.

She didn’t look at him sympathetically which he was thankful for but her expression was comforting. "The impact shattered Mrs Vettel’s tibia and fibula in her right leg, three of her ribs were also broken and a few of them are bruised, during the crash something must have made contact with your wife’s head because when we were cutting the helmet off the back of it was already broken through and it’s caused her some severe trauma to her head."

It was as though Sebastian felt the pain with each injury that was listed, the nurse was explaining it precise and slow so that he could probably understand it but there was really only one thing he wanted to know. "Is my wife going to be okay?"

This time the nurse did look at him sympathetically as she saw the pure worry in his eyes, she could see the love he felt for the Mercedes driver and the pain that this was causing him.

"Your wife is in surgery right now to fix both bones in her leg and suture up the injury on her scalp, her ribs should heal by themselves in at least six weeks but will most likely be longer, the thing we’re most worried about however is when she’s going to wake up. Whilst the knock on her head hasn’t caused any internal bleeding, we do think that’s the reason she was unconscious and not the crash itself."

Sebastian’s blood went cold at her words, "So-what, she’s in a coma?"

The woman nodded in confirmation. "Yes, it’s hard to determine when a person in a coma is going to wake up because each person is different when they’re in a position like this and I’m aware of how difficult this is for you to hear but whilst she’s in this state, it’s really the best time for her injuries to heal and hopefully she’ll wake after the worst of the pain has passed."

"How long do you think she’ll be in the coma for?"

"It varies from person to person but I’d say anywhere between a few weeks to a few months."

Sebastian nodded his head, glancing down to his lap where he was fiddling with his wedding ring. "Thank you." He simply muttered to the nurse who took that as her cue to leave.

"Mrs Vettel will be brought here after her surgery is complete, you’re welcome to wait until then or if you wish to go and come back after they’re finished we can give you a call if-"

"I’ll wait," Sebastian interrupted her and she nodded before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

Sebastian sighed heavily into the silence of the room, placing his head in his hands; now that he was alone the strong front he had put up had disappeared, before he could stop it his eyes were watering and silent tears were falling into his hands.

He didn’t know how long he sat like that before he heard the doors to the room open and a bed was wheeled in by four or five doctors, once the bed was locked in the middle of the room all of them left but one.

The man was probably in his forties but he seemed kind enough as he regarded Sebastian. "You must be Mr Vettel?"

Sebastian hastily wiped his eyes before rubbing his hands on his legs, nodding his head.

The doctor smiled before speaking. "The surgery went well, both bones in your wife’s leg have been reconstructed but those pins will have to stay there for a month or two and afterwards she’ll need physical therapy to regain her strength back and the cut to her head has been sutured up with no issues. A nurse will come by tonight to check her vitals and ensure everything is okay, they usually do checkups every 6-8 hours but if you need something then feel free to press the button."

"I will, thank you." Sebastian smiled weakly.

"As you are her husband you can come and go as you like, you are more than welcome to have someone come and take your place when you want to go and shower or rest. If anyone wishes to come and visit then visiting hours are between 8am and 8pm, after that we only permit one person to stay."

The doctor left shortly after and after taking a deep breath Sebastian got up from his seat beneath the window and made his way to the bed.

The sight of her made him want to burst into tears all over again, she had cuts and bruises all over her face and arms, her right left was resting on a pillow but trapped inside a metal brace that was attached to the pins inside her leg, her head was bandaged to protect the stitches on from the pillow she was laying on.

She looked lifeless and the sight of it pretty much tore him in two.

He didn’t know what to do, he was here alone and the love of his life almost died.

He carefully leaned against the edge of the bed, making sure he didn’t budge anything he shouldn’t before carefully grabbing her left hand, it was bare of any rings and Sebastian hoped that they were in her driver’s room somewhere and not lost because she was so protective over them rings and would be pissed if they were lost.

He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it.

It was way too silent in here, he hated it.

He leaned his body forward and pressed his face into the pillow, being mindful that he wasn’t hurting her even if she was unconscious and most likely wouldn’t feel it.

"Please come back to me, Liebling. I need you so much."

Sebastian didn’t leave the hospital that night, he had dragged the chair across the room so he could spend the night beside his wife, he hardly slept instead choosing to sit and simply watch as she ‘slept’ hoping that if he stayed awake long enough then eventually she would wake up.

She didn’t.

He had countless messages from family and drivers but he didn’t answer them, he knew not answering her family was selfish but he found that he really only cared about Y/N and no one else, that and he wasn’t ready to talk about it.

He messaged her and his parents this morning explaining what the doctors had told him yesterday but had left the other messages unread.

Not once had he let go of her hand, not when the nurses came in every couple of hours to do their checkups or when they brought him something to drink or eat, most of which went untouched.

He couldn’t explain the heartache he was feeling, to have the person you love the most in the world be in such a vulnerable position was heart wrenching, especially when it was your job and vow to protect them.

He couldn’t have stopped that crash but he will make sure he is around for every step of her recovery process.

Sebastian was thankful that there wasn’t a race this week because there was no way he was leaving her in the hospital alone to get in the car, he wasn’t in the right mindset anyways.

It seemed silly that he was also thankful that there was only four races left and Y/N had already won the championship otherwise he would’ve been devastated for her.

A knock at the door tore him away from his thoughts and he assumed that it was a nurse but was proved wrong when Max walked through the door with flowers in his hand.

Sebastian pursed his lips and looked down, he couldn’t even look at the man knowing that he was the reason his wife was unconscious in the hospital.

He knew it was wrong to blame him because he had no grip and the weather was no help but he was aware of the way the younger lad drove and knew that he took unnecessary risks, risks that could’ve killed the woman he loved.

"Uhm," Max cleared his throat awkwardly. "I messaged to see if it was okay for me to come but I didn’t get an answer and I just needed to see if she was okay."

Sebastian bit his tongue which was hard when everything inside him wanted to turn and shout at the RedBull driver that this was all his fault and he had no right to come here when he was the reason she was here in the first place, and his wife didn’t even like fucking roses so be can shove them up his arse for all Sebastian cared.

"Is she okay?"

Sebastian scoffed at the question, looking up at Max as if questioning his sanity. "Does she look okay?"

Max looked at him guiltily before glancing away, not being able to stand the look of complete despair in the German’s eyes.

"Just leave," Sebastian shook his head. "My wife’s pretty much on her death bed right now because of you and I really don’t need you coming here pretending like you care when we both know that that the only thing you care about when you’re in that car is yourself, not anyone else and certainly not their lives."

Max bit back the retort that’s on the end of his tongue knowing that the man was not in the right place right now so he placed the flowers on the table by the door and took his leave.

Sebastian sighed and tipped his head back to try and stop himself from crying, he needed to stop crying, he hadn’t done anything else in the last 24 hours.

It had been a week and Sebastian had talked to no one, none of the drivers had tried to visit so he assumed that Max had warned them to stay away which he was glad.

He had left the hospital only twice to pack some clothes and essentials for the two of them, Y/N still hadn’t woken up but the bruising on her face and arms was going down and the doctors had said her ribs were healing nicely.

He had never realised how much he had depended on her and needed her until he didn’t have her to depend on.

He loved her so much and felt like he was going insane with her right next to him but not exactly there at the same time.

Shortly after Max had left that day, two nurses had came in with Y/N’s race suit, fireproofs, balaclava, gloves, boots, two halves of her race helmet and her rings.

Sebastian had wasted no time in placing her rings back onto her hand, he didn’t think she looked right without them and knew that if she woke up without them on her hand she wouldn’t be impressed.

He had almost cried again when he picked up both pieces of her helmet and saw the place where she had been stricken on the head, there was a gash that went right through the helmet and a large red stain on her balaclava that would be beneath where the hole on her helmet is.

He had told his and Y/N’s parents that there was no point in flying in to visit until she was awake and they agreed, he also assumed that the teams had all flown back to their headquarters or the next race location so he was here alone.

Quite frankly, Sebastian didn’t know what to do, there was a race in America this week and even though it was the last thing on his mind and the last thing he wanted to do he knew that he had an obligation to be there, he couldn’t just not show up and it seemed like Britta had the same idea as he saw her name pop up on his phone trying to call him, it wasn’t the first time but it seemed like she was unrelenting this time.

"What do you want?" He sighed as he pressed the phone against his ear, running a hand over his face.

"Oh, so you are alive!" Her surprised voice was way too loud in his ear.

"Just tell me what you want, Britta." Sebastian had no time or patience for her teasing or jokes.

"You need to be in America in three days, Sebastian, I understand that you don’t want to see anyone and the last thing you want to do is get in a car but you do have an obligation to be there." She told him sadly.

"I have an obligation to take care of my family, Britta, I couldn’t give a shit about racing."

"You can’t stay in Japan, Seb."

"What do you want me to do, leave her here in a different country by herself?"

"I think you should move her to a facility in Switzerland for starters so that you can at least be near home."

Sebastian stayed silent, he couldn’t argue with that logic, it probably would be better, even for Y/N so that she wouldn’t have to fly when she was awake and recovering.

"I’ll talk to you tomorrow," he told her before hanging up, not allowing her to say anything else.

The next day he had payed to have Y/N transferred to the closest hospital to where they lived in Switzerland and had flown out her parents so that they could stay with her whilst he was in America.

He had put his foot down on missing media day, he’d go Friday, Saturday and leave immediately after the race on Sunday and would call his in laws multiple times a day whilst he was gone, he was not happy about it but it was the best he could do.

They were currently waiting outside of the room whilst Sebastian said his goodbyes to Y/N, he had spoken to her everyday just on the off chance that she could hear everything that was going on around her, the last thing he wanted was for her to have to suffer in silence whilst she was in this position.

He pressed his forehead against hers, which was now bandage free, closing his eyes to relish in the contact that he wouldn’t have for the next couple of days.

"I love you so much, liebe and I’m going to be back as soon as I can. You better not wake up whilst I’m gone otherwise I’m going to be pissed off with you," he chuckled weakly knowing that is something she’d probably do.

He pressed a kiss to her head and one to the back of her hand before reluctantly getting up, grabbing his back and leaving the room, knowing that if he didn’t go now then he never would.

Sebastian knew he was pushing his limits but couldn’t find it in himself to care, it was Friday and he had arrived in America this morning but hadn’t shown up at the track until just ten minutes before FP1 started.

He had been on the phone with his mother in law as soon as he got off the plane and hadn’t hung up until a few hours later but the real reason he had left it so long to head to the track was so that he could avoid most of the cameras as he was walking in, knowing that they’d now mostly be focused on the team garages.

Speaking of teams, Y/N’s seat had been filled in by Esteban Ocon for the rest of the season, the smallest part of Sebastian felt guilty knowing that Toto Wolff had been trying to find out what was going on with his driver but Seb had made sure everything was kept under wraps.

The only people who knew how she was were family, Britta and Y/N’s PR manager, Freya and every single one of them had no intention of spilling any information.

He could feel the eyes on him and hear the muttering as he walked through the paddock, he hadn’t even been here five minutes and he was already getting annoyed by the cameras and how loud it was.

It pissed him off even more when he saw team members from other motorhomes coming out to watch as if he was going to stand there and make a grand statement to let them all know how Y/N was.

He just ignored them and walked into the Ferrari motor home to his drivers room so he could change into his race gear.

He made sure he had his helmet on before he left his room, making a clear statement that he was in no mood to talk to anyone, thankfully the team respected it and let him get straight into the car, just in time for FP1 to start.

It felt wrong, he and Y/N had a small ritual they did before they got into the car, they had done it for years and this would be the first time getting into the car without it.

"Okay, Sebastian, you’re free to leave the garage, just give Mattia a heads up when you’re ready. You’re on mediums for now," Riccardo spoke through his ear piece.

Sebastian didn’t answer but he did nod his head towards a mechanic to let him know he was ready.

He was top of the time sheet for both practises today, he wouldn’t say he had tried to be in that position, he had just channelled his frustration into his driving.

"Sebastian, top of the time sheet today, does that mean the car was feeling well for you?" The woman in front of him asked, holding out her microphone for him.

"It felt fine," he responded, he wasn’t even looking at her, he was too busy thinking about phoning Y/N’s parents when he got out of here.

"You’re back after a week off, did you end up doing anything interesting?" He was aware that the woman was trying to subtly pry information from him about Y/N and it pissed him off so he just scoffed and walked away, knowing Britta was going to have to do a bit of damage control.

"Hey! Seb! Seb!" He heard Lewis call after him but continued walking causing the English driver to have to run to catch up to him, clasping a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder to get him to stop walking.

"Hey, are you alright, mate?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes "I’d be find if everyone stopped asking me that stupid question."

"Alright," Lewis nodded, not one to get offended or hurt at the tone Sebastian used because he understood. "How’s my teammate?"

Seb raised a hand to his forehead in frustration at the question, he could feel himself losing it. "What do you want me to say, Lewis? She’s clearly not fine other wise you would’ve heard something so will you and everyone else just leave me the fuck alone."

He didn’t wait for a reply, instead walking away, hopefully to make that phone call he’s been wanting to make since the last one had ended but just as he was about to shut the door to his driver’s room, a hand caught it.

"For fuck sake, can I not get a moment alone around here!?"

"Don’t start your attitude with me," Kimi grunted and Sebastian sighed, now was not the time for him to deal with Kimi.

"What do you want?"

"I want what everyone else wants."

"Well I hate to break it to you but just because you’re my teammate doesn’t mean I’m telling you how she is."

Kimi rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on Sebastian’s bed whilst the latter was looking around for his phone.

"That’s not what I was talking about, I’m talking about the mood you’re in, you need to get out of it and get a grip, that’s what Y/N would want, not you walking around and sulking ruining everyone else’s day."

Sebastian shot him a dirty look. "You don’t know what she’d want and neither do I right now because she’s in the hospital, and if anyone has a problem with my attitude I’m perfectly fine with them staying away from me."

Kimi sent him a sarcastic smile, matching his attitude. "Well I have a problem with it cause you took my personality."

"What?"

Kimi sighed and stretched out. "You know how exhausting it is to have to be the happy one out of the two of us, that’s supposed to be your job but since Y/N’s crash, I have to be that person and I’m sick of it."

"Well I’m sorry that my wife’s injuries are such an inconvenience to you," Sebastian rolled his eyes.

Kimi groaned in annoyance, "you are so fucking annoying without her."

"Thanks, I’ll tell Minttu you said that." Sebastian replied sarcastically, now having his phone in his hand.

"Go for it," Kimi shrugged. "When Y/N wakes up I’ll tell her how much of an arsehole you’ve been."

Seb ignored him and pressed his phone to his hear, waiting for his mother in law to pick up for an update.

He had finished P4 in the race that weekend and had gotten straight on a flight back to Switzerland, skipping his post race interviews in the media tent.

He hadn’t even called Y/N’s parents after the race for an update, instead settling for a simple text in the airport when he was boarding the plane; both of them were picking him up from the airport and taking him straight to the hospital, he was strangely looking forward to being able to see her again, even if she was still in a coma.

He was happy that his flight had quite literally flown by and was sitting in the car behind his in laws just twenty minutes after landing.

"How is she?" He immediately asked.

"She’s okay, the doctors have said she’s healing up nicely." Y/N’s dad told him, the news relaxing him a bit.

"Are you guys coming in?" He asked as he held the car door open, surprised when he saw them both shaking their heads.

"We’ll come by tomorrow, you should have some time alone with her."

Sebastian nodded and bid them goodbye, actually happy that they had chosen to do that because after not seeing her for a couple of days, some time alone was what he needed.

He practically ran through the hallways of the hospital, care workers saw him but chose not to reprimand him as they were aware of who he was and how eager he probably was to see his wife.

He exhaled heavily when he got to the closed door of her room, standing there for a few moments to calm down a bit.

When he pushed open the door, he got the shock of his life.

Y/N was lying there in her hospital bed with her leg still resting on a pillow as it had been for the last two weeks but this time, the top of her bed was raised to put her in a sitting position, she had oxygen tubes in her nose but her head was turned towards the door he had just walked through and she was looking at him!

She was clearly very sleepy and tired but her eyes were as open as far as she could hold them and she was looking at him with a sleepy smile on her face.

She blinked slowly at him for a moment as he stared before holding out her hand for him and he took that as his cue to move towards her.

"Hi baby," she mumbled through a smile, not really having the energy to say anything more but it was enough for Sebastian’s eyes to start watering as he collapsed onto the chair that was beside her bed, grasping her hand in his own.

He raised his other to her cheek and softly stroked the skin there, smiling through his tears as he felt her lean into his touch.

"Hi," he breathed in disbelief, "How long have you been awake?" He whispered, fearing if he spoke any louder it would hurt her.

"Before the race, I watched it," she told him as though she was proud of herself was waking up in time to see it.

"Yeah? What did you think?" He humoured her, not really wanting to talk about the race but it seemed to make her happy so he did.

"You did good," she told him, subtly rubbing her thumb across his hand.

Sebastian simply smiled at her, he wiped his face on his arm to get rid of his tears before looking back at her again with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

"I love you so much." He told her surely, as though she may have forgotten whilst she was in the coma.

"Ich liebe dich auch," she replied back softly making him laugh, she always said it in his native language because she thought it would feel more real for him to hear.

"Are you tired?" He asked when he noticed her fighting to keep her eyes open.

Y/N nodded slowly before looking at him. "Come and lay with me," she told him.

Sebastian shook his head softly even though he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with her. "That’s probably not a good idea, liebe."

"When has that ever stopped you?" She pouted but rose an eyebrow at him.

He couldn’t argue with her there so he got up from his seat, protesting when she tried to move and make room for him.

He climbed in next to her and lightly wrapped his arm around her, she scooted closer and carefully adjusted her top hand so that her head was resting against him.

Sebastian rested his head against hers, pressing a kiss into her hair. "Liebe?" He asked, earning a slight hum in return.

"Don’t listen to anything Kimi says, he’s a liar."

"Hm’kay, Seb." She muttered, already pretty much asleep.

"I missed you so much," he muttered against her, carefully tightening the arm he had wrapped around her,

He wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight again.

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bourtange · 9 months

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one last piece of unsolicited advice from an older millennial to the younger crowd before i go to bed

print your photos. especially print photos of your friends and family. you never know when your phone might die or your hard drive might crash or some moron billionaire going through a midlife crisis might destroy your favorite social media platform to get back at his ex-wife for dating chelsea manning. probably write on the back (or print underneath on the paper, whatever) who's in the picture and when and where it was taken. put them in photo albums and make sure to spend some time looking at them every now and then. you'll really wish you had after you've lost someone and you don't have any pictures of them

#advice #photo

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hushedlover · 4 months

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Can i request a Mike Schmidt who actually got good sleep but his baby sitter/new found crush looks like she was hit by a train and he’s like “just sleep here” and his own thoughts come in with “take my bed.” (Which she tries to deny)

The sound of the front door closing and keys landing in the dish on the foyer table woke you up. You peeked your head over the back of the couch to look at Mike. He’s peeling the security vest off but for the first time ever he looks like he’s slept a full night.

“Hey. Abby still sleeping?” He calls over his shoulder.

“Yeah. Too early for her to be up,” you call back. Something in your voice sets off alarms for Mike. He glances back at you and sees you staring off into space, unfocused eyes blankly settled on the back of the couch. There are deep bags under your eyes and your hair is a hot mess, looking like you’d been tugging at it all night.

“You okay?” He calls tentatively. That gains your attention. Your eyes snap up and focus on his face. Immediately you send him an unconvincing smile as you stand from the couch. You begin gathering your things, keys and bag, while heading for your shoes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just- just tired. You seem well rested though,” the smile you shoot him this time is genuine, a softer version of your usual one. “I’m glad. You need the sleep.”

You drop your keys as you’re getting your shoes on, cursing and bending to grab them. Some part of the action through you off balance, and the next thing you know your butt is firmly planted on the hard wood floor. A dull pulsing pain emanates from the point of contact with the surface and you drown, looking down at the floor accusingly.

“Okay, come here,” Mike grunts as he slides his hands under your armpits. With a quiet groan from both of you, he hoists you to your feet. You stumble and regain your balance before looking up at Mike.

“Thanks,” you mutter as heat floods your cheeks.

“No problem,” he says, his brows furrowed slightly. You go to reach for your keys that are seated in his hand, but Mike pulls them back. “Listen, you’re exhausted. I don’t really want you driving home right now. Why don’t you sleep here?”

More heat rises in your face and you shift on your feet nervously. His face is close, almost too close to yours, his brown eyes demanding your focus and attention. His light scruff is distracting, so are his lips, and you almost get lost in them before remembering to respond.

“Oh no, Mike. I’m fine, really. I wouldn’t want to intrude, plus I’m sure Abby will want to watch TV and I don’t want to take over your couch,” You stutter and trip over your words as you try to rush them out.

“What do you-? Oh! No, no I meant like,” you swear you can see red tint his cheeks as his eyes dart away from yours for a second. “I meant sleep in my bed.”

Both of you go silent and stare at each other with wide eyes for a second. You distantly wonder if he can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Or maybe see your pulse jumping in your neck. Suddenly, Mike snaps out of the stupor.

“Not like that! I mean- No, I um, I mean I’m not gonna be using it since I’ll be up and I just washed my sheets and stuff so-“

You choose to save him from his own suffering.

“I would actually really appreciate that.” Just on cue, you yawn softly. “I think I’d be a hazard on the road and I don’t want that to be on your conscious.”

You send him a sheepish smile, hoping he detects the humor in your tone. He must, because his face lights up in a grin. You squeak in surprise when Mike suddenly squats in front of you, gently grabbing your foot and slipping off the one shoe you managed to get on. He stands and helps you shrug off your jacket.

You distantly register the sound of your keys crashing into the tray as Mike leads you down the hall and towards his room. His hand on your elbow is a warm comfort as he guides you to sit on the mattress. He tugs the blanket loose and gently pushes you down. You blink up at him sleepily as he pulls the blanket up to your chin.

“Stay as long as you need. Really. You do so much for us. Just… rest. Yeah?” He smiles down at you and right now you could swear he’s an angel. You feel your lips quirk up out of reflex and your hand reaches up, but you stop yourself before you can brush his cheek.

“Thanks,” you whisper softly. It’s hard to keep your eyes open now. The pillows, the sheets, the blanket, everything smells like Mike and it’s making you delirious. It’s a weird comfort, like Mike is actually holding you in his arms. The smell gets stronger and you want to open your heavy eyes to see why, but the feel of slightly chapped lips against your forehead tells you why.

That’s the last thing you register before sleep drags you into its clutches.

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adventuringblind · 6 months

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Not Your Fault

Max Verstappen x Reader x Oscar piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: Max and Oscar have to comfort their girlfriend who's hospitalized after a major crash.

Dialouge prompt: "It's not your fault"

Warnings: major crash, injury description

Notes: This is part of my 1000 follower celebration! Requests are still open for it if you would like to participate!

Masterlist

"Red flag Max, red flag." Comes GP's voice over the radio.

Something in his stomach dropped at the words. Crashing is a risk they all take every time they get into the car, but that dosen't it isn't hard when it happens.

"Who was it?" His fingers crossed. Silently begging whoever controlled fate that it was neither a McLaren nor a Ferrari. He's not sure he could handle it.

"It's a Ferrari."

"Who?"

"Y/N"

His heart dropped. She'd been called to drive in place of Carlos. The Spainard had caught Covid and was out for the entire triple header. She'd gotten a chance, and now she'd crashed out.

"Is she okay?"

"Max-"

"Is she okay, GP? Please, I need to know." His heart is beating faster then he would’ve liked, but he can’t help it.

“They haven’t gotten a response yet. Ferrari was checking to see the damage on the car but haven’t gotten a response yet-”

“They were checking on the car?!” Max’s blood is boiling as he peels into the pit lane. He rips himself out of the car as marches to where GP and Christian are presumably waiting for him. They look neutral at the moment.

Christian grabs him by the shoulders to stop him from going any further, but it doesn’t matter. The screen is replaying the crash. Something must have happened with the steering and braking because the car just didn’t slow down. It hit the wall at 200 mph. The Ferrari car is stuck in the barriers. The fence having come down on top of her, essentially burying the car underneath.

“Any word yet?” His voice breaks. eye’s still trained on the screen as it shows the Marshalls trying to pull the debris away.

“Still nothing. They lost the onboard footage and can’t see her vitals.”

Max is about to jump into a rant. His anger at Ferrari still boiling. That is - until Lando comes barreling into him. The Brit is out of breath and flushed. “Haven you looked at your phone?”

All three Redbull members stare at him in confusion. Lando looks between them expectantly. “Well somebody better get Max his phone because Oscar is about thirty seconds away from killing everyone in the Ferrari garage.”

Max runs to grab his phone and comes back to Lando who is waiting impatiently for something. Texts from Charles and Carlos about what they know, A missed call from Oscar- “I don’t see anything apart from the usual.”

Land rips the phone out of his hands and pulls up his instagram. Then he find the Ferrari page and and taps on their story. He hands the phone back with sad eyes.

Within the mess or a PR scripted excuse, one thing sticks out to him the most: ‘driver error.’ Max the pulls up Charles’ texts. His hands are shaking with the impending appearance of Mad Max.

Charles gives him the whole story. ‘Don’t believe the story! I saw the data, it was the teams fault.’

“Oscar saw this, didn’t he?”

“Kim, Jon, and Andrea are keeping him confined, but unless you want to be outed to the world I suggest you come help.”

Max looks at the screen. Still no sign of life. The car is still buried.

Then he looks to his team principal for approval. Christian nods and then the two are ducking and dodging cameras.

Oscar isn’t mad often. Rarely, even. He has so much patience for people that Max sometimes wonders where he puts it all.

He found out after the Qatar sprint. Max was getting some nasty hate. It was under every photo Redbull or himself put out. He simply put his phone away and tried not to let it bother him. Their female lover saw but knew better then to start something and decided to, and he quotes, ‘fuck the diets and eat Max’s favorite.’ Which the Dutch had been more then happy to do.

Oscar on the other hand was going to chew out every person who boo’d at max on their way to the hotel. Oscar’s anger comes in the form of harsh words and stupid actions until it turns to wet and it’s like every emotion he’d been stifling hits him all at once. Then it’s all teary eyes a cracked voices.

Max and Lando round the corner and sneak through the back of the McLaren garage. Straight into Oscars room where they are supposed to find him.

He is, in fact, nowhere to be seen.

Max makes a break for the Ferrari garage. He wants to be relieved when he sees the Australian with Charles, but he can’t be because he’s with some of the Ferrari staff as well.

He breaks the circle and sets a, hopefully calming, hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “Any news on her condition?” The men in red shoot him dirty glares as he interrupts whatever they were talking about previously.

“No.”

Okay, rude.

Charles clears his voice. “Actually, me and Oscar were just discussing her condition. They pulled her out of the car - but it doesn’t look good. The FIA might stop the race because of the barrier.”

“Thank you for the update, Charles. We’ll be going now.” Max and Lando have to drag a ver stubborn Oscar away.

They pile into Lando’s room since it’s closer and Oscar collapses. Him and Max almost topple over together. “They said it’s her fault when it’s not!”

“I know. It’s out job to make sure she knows that too. Chewing out Ferrari isn’t going to help.” At the moment, Max can’t help but finish in his head.

They take some time to calm down before heading back out. They are greeted with the news that the race has been cancelled due to the barrier meaning that the two are free to leave.

Which they do, with incredible speed.

She had to be transferred to the hospital. According to the doctor that greets them, she’ll make a full recovery but it will take a while to get there. A few broken bones, some internal bleeding, a concussion, a major gash, but she’s alive. That’s what matters.

Oscar and Max spend the night in her room. The two patiently waiting for her to wake up. Charles had dropped by with Lando to bring them her stuff and see how she’s doing. Max was happy they brought food and Lando actually took to force feeding Oscar.

They wake the next morning to quiet sniffles. Max cracks his eyes open to see her, staring at her cell that Max left on the side table, with tears streaming down her face.

He is up and alert in a second with Oscar coming to slowly. “Schat, talk to me.”

She just hands over her phone without saying anything and Max scrolls through it for a few moments. Apparently Ferrari’s statement went further then he thought. Again, they are playing the blame game.

And no, absolutely not. Max Verstappen is not the kind of man to let her believe this. He turns off the phone and tosses it aside before Oscar can see. He really doesn't need another passive-aggressive Assie incident.

"Charles saw the data. It was the car. It wasn't your fault."

"But everyone is believing it was. How am I supposed to build a career now?" She sobs. The EKG is beeping wildly with her heart.

Oscar, in his sleepy state, switches from leaning on Max to climbing into bed with her. It works like a charm, and she starts to breathe again. It's labored, but it's calming down, at least.

"You'll show them. The data will come out eventually." Oscar mumbles into her shoulder.

"And until then -" Max intertwines hands with both his lovers. "- We'll defend you because we love you."

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minispidey · 8 months

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BOOKWORMS.

Steven Grant x f!reader.

Author's note: extremely inspired by this post by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction 💅💅something just awakened in me. Shorter than my usual ones but i rushed writing it. Requests are still open babes and some are otw ✨✨✨🤸‍♀️

Summary: Steven fucks you against the bookcase.

Words: 727

Warnings: just smut babes. p in v sex. no use of y/n. some wrong grammar (english is not my first language)

MINORS DNI

"Steven..." you whispered against his lips as you two stumbled inside his flat, hastily shutting the door. Steven would push you against any wall so he could to kiss you deeper, letting his hands roam your body. It so happened that today he decides to push you against one of his bookshelves and throwing your panties somewhere around the flat.

The books pressed against your back as he claimed your lips once more, his body pressing against yours in a deliciously intoxicating display of desire "Feeling experimental today...?" you let out a moan as his fingers met your clit.

Steven's breath hitched, his body reacting instinctively to the desire evident in your voice. His lips pulled away from yours, resting his forehead against yours "Do you want to?" he licked his fingers before going back down on your entrance "Want me to fuck you here, love?"

"Yes— oh, fuck... yes..." you whimpered as his point and middle fingers entered you, and his thumb rubbed your clit, making you curl your toes.

"You feel good, love?"

"Yes yes yes..." you repeated, burying your face in the crook of his neck "Please, please fuck me, Steven..."

You were a pathetic sight, babbling and already fucked-out with his three fingers only. He pulls them away, licking your wetness from his fingers.

His lips crashed against yours once more, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth hungrily. The taste of your desire mingled with his own, fueling the fire that burned within him.

With a firm but gentle grip, Steven's hands rested on your waist before hooking his fingers beneath the fabric of your top, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room. His touch was electrifying, dragging his knuckles against your skin as he finally took off your top, tossing it away. He quickly unclasps your bra, your nipples immediately hardening from the cold air.

Steven held his head down, resting his nose in between your breasts as he fumbled with his own pants and boxers, taking them off as fast as he could, freeing his hardened cock.

He pumps himself before aligning himself to your entrance, the tip of his cock on your clit. Steven's eyes locked with yours, a mixture of longing and adoration filling his gaze "I love you..." he whispered, his voice husky with desire. With a smooth motion, he entered you, the feeling of his hard length filling you completely.

The rhythm of your bodies became a symphony of passion, the bookshelf shaking due to your movements. Steven's thrusts were deliberate and deep, each one driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the intoxicating scent of sex, as the world around you faded into oblivion "Fuck, Steven..." you whined, a tear fell from your eye as he pounded into you.

Steven lifts your thigh up, making you wrap your leg around his torso "Jump." when you did, you wrapped both your legs around him and your arms around his neck. He kept fucking you at a harsh pace, both his hands gripping the shelf.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, Steven's focus was solely on your pleasure. His lips trailed along your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving marks as a testament to the passion shared between you. With each thrust, he could feel your body respond, your walls clenching around him, urging him on.

As your climax approached, he quickened his pace, his movements becoming more primal. The crescendo of pleasure washed over you both, waves of ecstasy crashing through your bodies in perfect harmony. In that moment, there was nothing else but the two of you, locked in a passionate embrace against the bookshelf. His cock stayed inside of you and so did his cum until his cock softened.

Afterwards, as you both caught your breath, Steven's face softened, his gaze filled with tenderness and love. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek "I love you, my darling." he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

The two of you realized some of the books fell out of the bookshelf because of his rough pounding. You cleared your throat "Was... Was Gus the second watching us this whole time?"

"I guess so, love..."

"He needs therapy."

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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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I have transcended here, so follow my vision:

Jungkook is always taunting the hybe staff that monitors his lives right? What about a fic where he does this because he kinda likes the pretty new IT intern 👉👈 and she is always stressed out working the night shift and wondering is he asleep yet should I end the live? oh no is he about to give a major spoiler, he would not do it right? workout sounds are kinda suspicious and low-key obscene should I "accidentally" end the live?

Hm... warning for like.. jungkook flirting? And suggestive themes lol

Your heart beats faster whenever you get the notification. But not because of the same reasons the fans pulses might race quicker.

No, you personally get palpitations because of him, personally.

You don't even know why he's bitten into you like a stubborn dog like this, not daring to let go, teeth buried deep in your skin. You don't think you're outstandingly pretty, you're not special, you're not even supposed to have any sort of friendly or private contact with him whatsoever. Your job is on the line every time he has his 'fun'. But every time you scold him with that fact, he's got the same answer.

'I've got enough money for both of us, baby.'

You're not sure how the hell the agency has not yet caught onto his games- teasing words never directed at the fans, but you on the other side monitoring- them hearing in on it simply collateral damage. He knows you watch him every time he goes live. Your angry emojis you send him every time he edges on getting inappropriate in front of millions worth it every time, as he has to imagine you angrily scolding him so cutely just like last time you did.

He wonders how long you'll let him toy around with you like this.

He remembers when you ended his live when he fell asleep, calling and ringing his doorbell in panic because of the still burning candle- but when he'd tried to lure you into his claws, offering to have you sleep over at his place since it was late and raining heavily, you'd declined- probably having sensed his actual hidden motive.

You're not easy. And he can't deny that he loves the chase.

At first, it was just fun. He thought if he played it cool and most of all smart enough, you'd eventually cave in- but by now, he's actually become much more personally interested in you. It's not just about what you might feel like all messed up under his hands with his dick balls deep inside you anymore- that's somewhat moved into the background, lust no longer the main reason for his interest.

It's the soft domesticity you offer him here and there, gentle care a man like him can do nothing but fall for.

You're nothing but IT staff, newly hired for your exceptional skills when it comes to recovering data from the most messed up hard drives, and your talent for making sure nothing leaks out where it's not supposed to. You take your job seriously, work with all your soul and energy, always try and do your best even in the most lost-cause-scenarios. But he remembers you restoring almost all of his files after his pc crashed, offering him gentle reassurance and some water to calm him down. And a few weeks later when his tablet was infected with a virus (most likely stemming from the.. not so family friendly he occasionally visits...), you'd simply giggled about it, not making a huge deal out of it, even sharing your homemade food with him in his office while you waited for the new firmware to install.

You cook really well. Not perfect- but perfectly imperfect, just like home cooking is supposed to be. And you're so sweet- it's giving him cavities just thinking of you.

And yeah- you're also called his 'babysitter' whenever he's live randomly at night, since you yourself can't sleep all that much. He wonders if it's insomnia, or another health issue. He wonders if he could do something to help you sleep at night.

He wonders if you'd hold onto him when asleep. He wonders if you like holding hands.

He's asked you these things privately often, at first just to tease, but these days he means those questions. He wants to know more about you, about who you are apart from your job, but you take your role in the company pretty seriously it seems like. You never break your contract, always remind him that you're not allowed to either answer his questions, or have any private contact at all.

And he hates it. He hates that you're so goddamn nice, never daring to break any rules.

"Hm? Ah yes, it's late.." he comments at the chat flowing with thousands of messages, not truly paying attention to them. "Its late, I can't sleep~" He hums, leaning back against his couch, sighing. "Maybe I should eat? I'm not on a diet right now.." he wonders to himself, picking at his new piercing. "..maybe. Would you eat with me?" He wonders, and on the other side of the live, in your office chair, you want to hit your head on your keyboard.

He knows exactly what he's doing. You want to punch that dumb smirk right off his face.

"Hm, would you.. I'll make some food, yes." He nods to himself, getting up to take the phone with him, setting it up in his kitchen. "Late night Ramyeon.. yes." He sings, dancing a little as he opens two bowls. "I'll eat two. I've got.. a big appetite." He says, having turned around to look at the chat again- or more so the camera. "And I'll put some sauce in it too. I like it hot, you know?" He giggles, and you on the other side wonder if it would cost you your job if you 'accidentally' cut the connection.

Instead, you send a red-faced angry emoji and a pointing finger as a warning.

And the moment he receives it he brightly grins laughing to himself. Are you watching him from your office at the company building? Or maybe you watch him from home? Possibly in bed? And if so, are you wearing anything? Images of you in nothing but underwear spark in his mind, making him space out as he leans on the kitchen counter, hand playing with his bottom lip. He'd bet half of his wealth you probably wear cute lacy underwear, with bows in the middle.

He could probably rip the frail fabric of your underwear off your pretty body with his bare hands. He knows he's got the strength for it.

"Hm, maybe I can't finish two though?" He wonders as he fills both bowls up with hot water. "But I'll try.." he sings to himself, not a care in the world while you watch, being tortured by the sight of his broad back. It would be a lie to say that he's not attractive- he knows it too, after all, and you're not blind. You're simply just not putting your job on the line for a simple affair- you won't be used like that.

You've been through that before. You can't do this again.

The rest of his live is uneventful, he doesn't actually eat any of his food, ends the live with the excuse that he's tired after all, and you're finally falling head first in your lap before your phone rings. Accepting it, you don't answer, but his voice on the other end does.

"If you come over now, it'll still be hot when you're here." He chuckles, and you know he refers to the instant food he'd made.

"Jungkook-ssi, I can't do that.!" You groan.

"Why not?" He wonders almost innocently. "Its not like people will know." He tells you.

"I'm not putting my job on the line for.. an affair." You decline. "You might have your fun, but I'll have to deal with the consequences later." You say, and for a moment, there's no sound, before he sighs.

"You know.." he starts, sitting down on a chair at his kitchen table. "..weeks prior I would've given up at this point. Would've told you 'alright, cool' and then let it go, you know?" He tells you, one hand supporting his head while his phone lays on the table. "But I honestly don't wanna just.. have an affair, as you call it."

"Oh?" You scoff. "Jungkook-ssi, I have to end this call. Please refrain from-"

"I want to get to know you." He rushes out. "I.. genuinely want to. I take all of the blame if things go south. I'll make sure you get the best job if Hybe kicks you out, promise." He offers, before he sighs yet again. "Just.. let's just eat ramyon at my place, no strings attached." He asks, and you laugh after a moment, making him grin too.

"Eat ramyeon at your place?" You giggle, and he clicks his tongue.

"You say 'wanna see my cat' these days." He says, and you get up into a sitting position.

"Well, I mean, you were aiming to see a cat, in a way." You attempt to flirt back, and its quiet. "Oh my God sorry, I really shouldn't-"

"No, no-" he laughs. "That was adorable, really." He grins to himself on the other end of the call. "So?"

"I can't." You decline. "I don't have anything else than this job. Please don't make me do this." You say, and he bites his lower lip.

"I meant it." He repeats. "No funny business. Dick stays inside my pants, and I really will make sure to get you a new even better job if someone finds out and gets you fired." He promises.

"How can I trust you?" You ask.

"Have I ever done something to get you into trouble?" He asks, and you think.

"I can think of a few times-" you start, before laughing when he groans out in agony. "The food is cold now anyway." You say.

"I can heat it up." He offers.

"I don't like spicy things." You respond.

"Nothing wrong with being vanilla." He jokes, and you roll your eyes on your side of the call.

"You're such a pervert. What would the fans think?" You scold playfully.

"They love it." He chuckles. "Just like you'll love me."

"Bold claim." You say.

"Just give me a chance." He offers. "One chance to make you fall for me."

"What if you won't fall for me?" You ask.

"Impossible." He hums, voice low as he watches the phone on his table. "Already did."

And you're quiet for a moment, before you sigh.

"I'll bite your hand off if you touch me inappropriately." You threaten, and he laughs.

"And I'll willingly accept my punishment, baby."

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vxntagedior · 2 years

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well oiled machine

summary | you can’t seem to face bucky after crashing one of his cars

pairing | beefy!mechanic!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warning | angst, car accidents, fluff ending

word count | 1.0k

The shock blanket that was wrapped around you, wasn’t helping with your shock.

You kept muttering curses under your breath, your eyes wide, the adrenaline still rushing through your body.

The entire intersection was blocked off, numbers of officers and paramedics were at the scene. The one ambulance held you, one of the paramedics, patching up the gash on your forehead from the impact causing you to hit your head against the steering wheel.

The other was for the man who crashed into you. Your light had just turned green and as you started to cross the intersection to keep going straight, a truck tried to pass his light before it turned red, not getting in time, running the red, and driving straight into the side of your car.

Well Bucky’s car, not yours.

Your car had been leaking, and Bucky brought it into his shop to figure out the problem and let you borrow his car for the day, his Camaro that he worked so hard to restore. And you finally realized you hadn’t called him.

Trying to grab your bag, you were pulled back, the paramedic scolding you for moving while they tried to get the stitches in.

Still not seeing the car, being surrounded by paramedics and police you never saw the damage. A tow truck came onto the scene, and you prayed it was the other car that was going to get wheeled on.

Fear struck your face when you saw the Camaro being wheeled on, the entire passenger’s side destroyed, the mirror just gone and the door barely hanging onto the hinges.

You felt tears cascade down your cheeks finally seeing the damage that happened, Bucky poured his heart and soul into the car and you wrecked it within a second.

The medic was still tending to your wounds when you heard the shouting.

“Where is she, Y/n! Y/n!”

Your heart flared, hearing the familiar through the crowd of people, looking over the shoulder of the paramedic to see your boyfriend flow through the way of officers and firefighters.

He had been held back by two police officers, seeing the three of them argue before they let go under the tap, watching him run closer and closer towards you.

“Thank god.” Bucky muttered when he saw you sitting in the back of the rig. The medic had just finished with you, placing another piece of gaze over your forehead before going off in a different direction.

His eyes were frantic, his eyes searching over your body for any more injuries. “You were just going out to the bank and you were gone too long so I went to check and I saw the accident and the car.”

The moment he mentioned the car, your eyes started to water and your bottom lip started to quiver.

“Hey it’s okay.” Bucky thinking you were hurt, holding you gently.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, resting the side of your head on his shoulder. “I should have been looking more carefully, I could have seen you coming before I drove across and now your car is destroyed and you put some much work into it.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, looking back at the car then towards you again, opening his mouth to speak before you cut him off.

“I’ll pay you back.” You gasped. “I a few hundred dollars saved up, I know it’s not enough but-”

“Baby.”

“I’ll put my paychecks towards it-”

“Doll.”

“And hopefully maybe-”

“Y/n, stop talking.” He finally got his word across. “I don’t care about the car, I don’t care about you paying you back.”

“But-”

“Stop.” He said loudly. “I thought I almost lost you.”

His voice started to quiver. “I saw the car, and everything flashed before my eyes and no one was telling me anything so I had to go out and figure it out myself. You don’t understand how happy I am that you are right in front of me in one piece. You’re okay. I can replace the car, I can look for more parts, I can’t do that with you, I can’t replace you.”

Bucky didn’t know he was crying, until you used the edge of your sleeve to wipe the tears that were on his cheeks.

“I’m-”

“You better not say you’re sorry.”

“I love you.” You said instead, smiling softly.

“I love you too, so much.” He sighed.

Standing in the garage of Bucky’s shop, the two of you stood in front of the car.

Bucky was able to get the camaro back from the tow truck, happy that the two were close enough for him to get it back so easily.

You didn’t understand why he was restoring it, he had endless cars, another camaro but he just said it was okay.

“Should be good, test it out baby.” Bucky smiled through the window. Turning the key, hearing the sound of the engine start, he smiled. Turning the engine back off you got out of the car seeing how giddy he was.

“Why are you so happy?” You teased.

“Because I got your birthday gift.” He smiled, “Surprise.”

You didn’t understand at first looking around before you turned back to the car.

“Your car.” You said in awe. “B, I can’t take this.”

“You will.” He insisted. “Registered in your name and everything, it’s all yours.”

Squealing, you wrapped your hands around his neck, hugging him tightly. His arms naturally wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his stomach.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You smiled ear to ear.

Bucky returned the gesture, turning you around so both of you were facing the car, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“What do you say about taking it out for a little test drive?” He smirked. “Test out the waters.”

“I don’t know.” You muttered, you were still cautious since the accident a few months ago, Bucky kept explaining to you how it wasn’t your fault and you were a good driver.

“Hey, I’m right here.” He reassured. “We’ll be okay.”

Your hands gripped on the steering wheel as you continued to get closer and closer to the accident sight, Bucky noticed the distress, wrapping one of his hands around your thigh, squeezing it lightly..

“See.” He said. “We’re good.”

You smiled, giving me a quick look before turning back to the road, the two of you riding downtown together.

fin.

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itskattkm · 4 months

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The air in my lungs

Chapter 3

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A stroke of fate changes you and leads you into the arms of Cairo Sweet. Will she be your downfall or save you?

Warnings: 18+, Grief, Injuries, Scars, Car accident, Smoking, Trauma, anxiety, sexual content, student x teacher mentioned, harm, blackmailing, bad grammar

A/N: Based and inspired by Millers Girl. Mr. Miller himself isn’t really present but will be mentioned. Hope you guys enjoy.

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Cairo didn’t saw you for the rest of the day. When she was home in her big mansion near the woods. Surrounded by big trees and nature it self she was getting crazy with herself. Her thoughts kept running back to you. Everytime Cairo tried to write, she ended up writing about you. The way you looked, the way you made her feel, the way she wanted to be touched by you, the way she wanted to touch you and fix you. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest when she imagined what It would feel like to be touched by you. The way you moved her cigarette so smoothly between you fingers. Fingers she wanted to feel on her skin, feel on places she never really cared about before. She began to hear her own heartbeat. Getting lost in the idea of you touching her in those almost unholy places. Feeling you taking off her laced slip slowly just to tease her. Your lips touching her neck making her gasp for air she almost forgot how to breathe.

Suddenly there was a ring. “Winnie” sighed Cairo when she was brought back by her friend from her daydream. Cairo made immediately her way down to the entry. It was already pretty late when Winnie decided to come over, you expected her after school but Winnie seemed to have different plans. Anyways she was here now and both of them were lying on Cairos big bed, smoking together while checking your social media accounts.

They wanted to see if they could find the reason why you changed over the summer and why you were acting so strange towards Cairo today. Winnie was really good at stalking, so she was basically guiding Cairo towards what she should be looking for. Cairo couldn’t wait to find out what y/n was hiding and why, as long as she was okay of course. They both knew that y/n was someone who kept things pretty private. She liked keeping things for herself and used to like staying in the shadows. That’s what made her so interesting to Cairo. It was like y/n had diffrent personalities.

“So… as the pro I am. I found out why y/n turned hot… bold… and acted so weird today and why she got that scars on her back” said Winnie with a devilish smile.

“Why? Please tell me, Winnie.” Cairo said, trying to stay optimistic. She was already so curious about the scars you had, and wanted to know why you acted so different that day. She really hoped you didn’t get hurt or anything but let’s be honest… when someone had scars it meant that they had been hurted so... Cairo just wanted you to be okay, first and foremost. But she also wanted to know the reason for your sudden change today.

“As I assumed something happened at the end of spring…She was in a pretty bad car accident with her family. Her mom died and y/n barely survived. Her dad’s still alive but… well… I mean they still are grieving”

Winnie showed Cairo then pictures of the accident. It was pictures of a car in the middle of a river. When they managed to get the car out Cairo could she how destroyed the front was. It was a wonder that her dad managed to survive thought Cairo.

Winnie kept telling the story “Seemed like it was also in the news. Some drunk asshole was driving on the other side of the road. Her father tried to avoid the car but they crashed through the bridge and fell down into the river.” Cairo was stunned to hear that. She couldn’t believe what Winnie had just said. Your story suddenly seemed a bit harder to talk about then she could have imagined. Cairo was hurt about what she had heard, but still wanted to know more. “And what about the scars?” Cairo asked, her tone suddenly sounding more serious, but she didn’t know if that was because she was shocked or because she was hurting on your behalf.

“Oh wait… I wasn’t right. While her dad tried to avoid the other car… the car immediately crashed into the side she and her mom had been sitting in. The car turned and then they crashed through the bridge and fell into the river… trapped in the car under the water” said Winnie while checking some old news reports online.

Then it hit Cairo like a truck and she said quite “I guess that’s why she panicked in swim class. It was because of the incident Winnie”.

“Fuck…” Cairo muttered in shock. She had no idea you had gone through something so horrible. Her heart dropped again. She couldn’t believe what she heard. And it made more sense now that you were so cold towards her today. You just wanted to forget what happened during swimming class. Now your scars made more sense to Cairo. You had been through a tragic event… you needed some time. Cairo felt a little bad, as she couldn’t help to want to approach you about her feelings for you. But she knew she couldn’t just ignore something like this. This wasn’t just a flirt… you were human. You were hurt pretty bad. This was pretty bad.

“Not many people know about it. But her close friends said she changed much after the accident. I mean if I had almost died? I would also care less about people thoughts and be bolder… enjoy life…” said Winnie and sighed. “I guess that’s what she’s doing. She’s trying to live the life she didn’t had for so many years. And I guess the trauma of the accident also made her care less about some things…” Cairo said, a bit sad that you might have changed because of the accident. “But I think I’m also glad she’s alive. And I’m happy that the way she acted today hasn’t been my fault. The accident kinda explains it all… It makes me feel a bit better as well.”

Winnie grinned wide “So don’t worry about her being so mean to you. It was a bad timing… I’m sure tomorrow you both will go back to the hot flirting and soon you’ll have her tongue between your legs.”

Cairo gasped and punched Winnie with a pillow but she had to admit that this made her sweat for a sec. Winnie laughed and Cairo smiled at her a bit. It had all made sense now, and she was also glad that Winnie was reassuring her that it wasn’t her fault. You had just been through a lot. Nothing was about Cairo, and you just needed space today. “Thanks Winnie. I feel a lot better now. I should still try not to do anything that might make things more difficult, but it’s a huge relief that y/n is just handling the accident badly.”

“What did the scars look like? Did they make her even hotter? Like a bad ass villain?” asked Winnie curious and laid down on her stomach while watching Cairo. “You think scars make her EVEN hotter?” Cairo asked, smiling at Winnie. Winnie was so funny and playful. And she didn’t mind her questions at all, that’s just how she was. “I honestly think the scars make her look badass, that’s for sure.” Cairo replied, thinking about how tough you must be to have scars from an accident like that. And to be so young at the same time. “But the hotness has gotta be her confidence, her eyes, her lips. Just everything really.”

Winnie grinned wider and nudged Cairo slightly “oh you got that shine in your eyes… I can see the things on your mind… it’s making me pretty hot I can tell” she sighed and moved closer to Cairo and looked at her with serious eyes “Damn girl you need to get that girl in bed and tell me everything afterwards… Just imagine scratching her back with those scars” she said and almost whined while saying this, wich made Cairo blush pretty hard. “Don’t tempt me…” Cairo said, jokingly. She couldn’t hide her attraction to you. And she wasn’t sure y/n didn’t feel anything for her either. At times it felt like she did. But other times she was distant. “When it comes to this girl, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist any longer.” Cairo sighed, thinking about you. You looked so good today, and the scars just added to that the more she thought about it. She felt a hard pulsing between her legs and sighed quietly, thinking about how she would kiss every scar on your body while adding a few more with her nails while you would give her the best pleasure she could ever imagine.

“Good” said Winnie proud… “my bestie is learning from me”

“You know…” Cairo said, looking towards Winnie.” Y/n is such an attractive girl, and I think I will talk to her later.” She paused. “When I do, I think I’ll make a move on her.” Winnie looked both shocked and excited, her eyes opening wide when she heard Cairo’s confession.

“Later? Like? In the middle of the night? Today? No… after that awful day for her better not. Depends… how did you planned to approach her?” She asked and looked at Cairo with a tilted head.

“Well, maybe tomorrow then. But yes, I’ll make a move on her.” Cairo said, staring right back at Winnie as she spoke. She had thought about what she was going to say to you. And she knew exactly how she was going to act. “As for how?” She paused for a moment. “I guess I’ll just be myself. Y/n seems to like that.” She smiled a bit over at Winnie. Winnie giggled and whispered into Cairos ear “Keep doing that smoking thing… I think that’s your and y/n thing now… and maybe you can use that. To get close… and turn the tables and surprise her. Don’t let her win that easy” said Winnie while looking devilish at Cairo.

“Yeah, it probably is our thing now. Maybe I should use it to get close to y/n.” Cairo said excitedly. She was really starting to make a plan now. She wanted to get to you and make a move on you. She was so attracted to you, and really wanted to be with you. “But you mean surprise her in what way?” She asked, slightly confused. “You mean surprising her by making a move on her without her expecting it?” She asked, almost smiling. “By kissing her out of nowhere like she did with you?! God when you told me that story I was getting so turned on. You were so mean to her and what did she do?

Steal your cigarette took a puff, destroyed it, grabbed your chin and kissed you hard to release the smoke in your mouth and saying

Stop Smoking around me? Ugh… hot!” sighed Winnie and looked dreamy at the ceiling “I would have probably took of my slip immediately and said ‘take me’” said Winnie half joking cause Cairo knew Winnie would do such things.

“Yeah I could do that.” Cairo nodded. She thought about exactly how y/n had surprised her before. And it was so unexpected, but so so hot. “But I also want to make a move like that in a more romantic way. One that she can’t resist, like she did with me.” She paused. “I still want to surprise her, but at the same time make her feel like she can’t say no.”

“That wasn’t romantic my dear friend… that was seducing…” explained Winnie and rolled her eyes at Cairos innocent hint. She may was a pro in writing the baddest smut ever but y/n was making Cairo really go so weak. Cairo smirked. “Is there a difference?” She asked, wondering if she was making a huge mistake. “Because to me, that was romantic. I was so surprised, but I felt so warm when y/n kissed me.” Maybe Winnie was right, but Cairo wanted to believe that you just liked her, or just liked to act that way to mess with her. Or maybe you liked Cairo just for her body. She didn’t know, but she wanted to find out. “Depends” said Winnie with a dirty grin “Did you feel hot between your legs or in your chest?”.

“Both. But honestly, my whole body just felt good. It was the whole feeling.” Cairo replied, not knowing what to believe anymore. “I don’t know if I can distinguish between romantic and seducing. They felt the same to me. But maybe I can, since you’re probably right. Y/n was just flirting, and not acting romantic.” That was at least what she wanted to believe, or she would have to be completely honest with herself and realize that she liked you for more than just your looks or your body. And she wasn’t ready for that.

“Just go for it and have your fun Cairo” said Winnie. “I will.” Cairo said, smiling at Winnie. “You know, I feel like y/n is going to turn me down. But it’s like there’s this part of me telling me to go for it anyway. As if something tells me that y/n won’t be able to say no. As if she would accept… Maybe I could use the cigarette thing to seduce her. Or like… I don’t know. I guess I know what to do.” Cairo felt like she had suddenly found out exactly how she wanted to go about this.

“We both know you have the power to seduce and that even through writing. You also ‘accidentally’ seduced our old teacher with your story’s. If I need to remeber you of that. You can have everyone you want Cairo” said Winnie with a luring voice. Cairo smiled at Winnie. “True. Writing is my thing. And I guess seducing is too…” she mumbled. “But is y/n seducible?” She asked, suddenly feeling unsure again. What if y/n wasn’t seducible at all. Maybe that wasn’t what she wanted. “Or is it just that y/n thinks I’m someone who can’t go after her?” Cairo wondered. Y/n was so hard to read it was hard to say what she wanted. But she hoped that she wanted her…

“In my opinion, After knowing her backstory now. She deserves to be seduced and get a good fuck” said Winnie like it was nothing.

Cairo nodded slowly. She looked over at Winnie and smiled. “Then I guess I’ll go for it.” She said, determined to win over y/n. She just hoped her plan would work. And that y/n was seducible. She was scared about the rejection she could get, and scared to find out your feelings. But it was the only way to find out. And she wanted to know what you really thought.

Cairo sighed. She couldn’t believe she was breaking her mind about someone for so long. That wasn’t her at all. You did something to her and Cairo wasn’t sure if she liked it.

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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I was thinking about a lil challenge with Dabi in bed , like~ this time you two just kissing but not touching! Who's first touch then lost game and Dabi thought that's could be fun💨 but now can't help his growing erection ---

ALL FUN AND GAMES

➛ Word count: 1.5k

➛ Contains: Dabi x fem!reader NSFW, creampie, MDNI +18

➛ A/N: Writing this was so hard only for the fact that I turned myself on and I couldn’t resist any longer LMFAOO.

Reblogs would be appreciated!

Dabi’s first thought when you brought up this fun little game to play that night was that he’d lose instantly. How could he ever resist kissing you but not touching you? Only the sight of you drove him wild. He’d devour you in seconds, making the game end immediately. But on the other side, he thought it would be fun to watch you squirm in your place, teasing you until you couldn’t take it anymore and end the game.

This would definitely be fun.

“Alright Y/N” he smirked. “You doomed yourself with this one. I’m not keen on losing y’know..”

“And neither am I..” you said confidently, preparing yourself to resist as much as you could on this challenge. “You think I’m that thirsty over you to lose? This is gonna be easy”

Dabi laughed, he knew what you meant wasn’t to offend him but a bratty way to tease and rile him up. And it definitely worked, the mischievous grin on his face making it known that there was no turning back from this.

“Alright then, sweetheart..let’s start this shall we?” he whispered, getting closer until the tip of your noses touched together. You gulped nervously, feeling your face heating up as you nodded. Without wasting any second, his lips pressed softly against yours. He was taking his time, slowly tasting your lips and humming in your mouth. You felt your heartbeats getting faster along with a pool of butterflies forming in your stomach as well. Fuck, this was already getting hard. The bastard was a good kisser, he knew how to drive you absolutely crazy with just a few kisses and no touching at all. His half lidded eyes were glued on yours, the little sighs you’d let out had him smirk on the kiss, now deepening it and using his tongue. The wet muscle brushed past your lower lip, before sliding in and intertwining with yours.

“Mmm.. you good there..?” he mumbled between kisses, not giving you time to breathe or talk at all as he continued kissing and invading your mouth with his tongue.

“I’m..mmmhm f-fine” you tried to back away from the kiss to catch your breath a little, the room was suddenly getting smaller, the air was warmer and your hands were sweating. You were dying to touch him, you wanted to climb on his lap and grind your wet aching cunt on his thigh to feel some pleasure, to run your hands through his toned chest and hair. “Dabi..”

“What is it doll, y’like it when I kiss you like this huh? Or maybe.. you want this tongue to be somewhere else.. ” he chuckled, noticing the way your thighs squeezed together. The rules of the game never mentioned that talking wasn’t allowed, so he had to take the chance.

“Mmmh yeah? Is that what you want? Fuck-” Dabi groaned, feeling his pants getting tighter from the growing erection. The sounds you were letting out, the little sighs and whimpers as he teased you, were driving him insane, almost making him cum right there in his pants. “I bet that slutty cunt of yours is drenched, I can smell it. M’dying for a taste~”

“God-” you tried breaking the kiss but his teeth bit your lower lip hard enough to prevent you from backing away and keeping you in place. “You damn bastar-”

“C’mere..”

His mouth crashed against yours again, now the kiss getting rougher and deeper as he was literally eating your mouth and grunting with each kiss, making you squeal in your seat as your nails digged in your thighs. Purposely Dabi brought his body closer to yours, but he still didn’t touch you, nor did he let you back away.

A fucking menace.

You could already feel the heat his body radiated, the scent and steam coming off him got you even more soaked. Your body was inches away from his, it was hard as hell to continue this game any further now.

“Y’wanna touch your man so bad huh..” he murmured. “.. c’mon, I’m all yours pretty girl~”

Fuck this game.

Your hands instantly grabbed his coat and pulled him closer while you shifted on his lap, still not breaking the kiss.

“That’s my girl..” he chuckled, taking pride in winning the game and making you lose so easily. His hands cupped your asscheeks, squeezing them as he moved your body to grind against his hardened crotch. You moaned softly in his mouth, relishing the pleasure, the heat of your cunt could be felt even with your clothes on. The way you were clinging on his body and trying to take his clothes off made it hard for him to not pin you down and fuck you into oblivion.

“Eager aren’t we..” he smiled, removing his coat and shirt and throwing you down to the bed. “Spread those pretty legs for me… there you go”

He licked his lips at the sight of your soaked panties. “Damn.. some kisses was all it took? I thought ya weren’t thirsty f’me..”

“Shut up” you scoffed, covering your flustered face with your hands. “C’mon Dabi..” You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He’d usually make you beg for it, but this game had edged him enough to the point he couldn’t waste time anymore. He unbuckled his belt, whipping out his hardened pierced cock, precum already leaking down and making you drool at the sight. Your panties were almost torn from the way he aggressively took them off you like a starved man.

“Tell me you want this..” he whispered, placing kisses and bites on your neck as the tip of his cock slid against your wet folds, making your legs tremble. “C’mon baby..” He sounded needy, the game took a toll on him as well.

“Please.. I want this” you whined, getting impatient as each second felt like hours. “Fuck me..”

With a low groan he placed his cock right between those puffy folds, sliding it slowly, agonizingly as the warmth of your velvety walls welcomed his grith inch by inch. “Shit.. always so tight f’me”

Filling you up completely, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, his hands kept your legs spread wide as he started his thrusts, pushing inside, stretching you out and going deeper. You began clenching around him faster than you imagined, already feeling that knot on your stomach ready to explode from how long you were edged until now. Dabi cursed between his teeth, he wasn’t going to last long either from the deathly grip your cunt had on his cock.

“Shit babe.. y’killing me here, oh fuck-” he groaned, slowing his pace for a moment before slamming it right back in with more strength, hitting the deepest parts of you while you moaned loudly in response. And he did that over and over again, fucking you stupid, going faster and rougher until he slowed the pace again. You whined in frustration, looking up at him through furrowed eyebrows while he gave you a smug grin.

“The game’s still on dollface, but now whoever cums first loses..”

“You jerk-ah fuck!”

A particular hard thrust had your head spin and your eyes roll at the back of your skull, making you see stars. Dabi rested his face at the crook of your neck, while your nails dug into the purple flesh of his back. You were breaking and falling apart on his cock, and he was enjoying every second of it. Now he was drilling into you, the sounds of sloppy thrusts and skin slapping together now getting louder along with your moans as well. His earth-shattering pace had the twitching in your core grow more and more.

“Look at that slutty little face..” he growled, looking at the way your eyes crossed and your mouth fell open. “Cum for me, slut.. fuck yeah that’s it-”

You clung to him the moment orgasm hit you, shocks of electricity going through your body as he felt your sweet cunt gushing and creaming around his cock.

"That's a good girl." he moaned, following right after as he came deep inside, coating your insides with white pearly cum and groaning loudly in your neck. Your body kept twitching as his seed leaked down your sore cunt, but the fire in you still wasn’t perished. You could go for a few more rounds from the way this man lit you up.

“2 points for me..loser” he mocked, resting on top of you but still not pulling out.

“Oh shut it..” you giggled, feeling embarrassed at the way you were always the first to break and give in to the temptation.

“Wanna go for a few more rounds baby? Maybe you’ll get yourself some points..” he said with a low seductive voice which had you clench slightly around him again. You didn’t respond but he already got the answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes..” he grinned.

This was going to be a long night.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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After a reunion with your family and lots of hugs and 'I missed you's, you go to JJ's house to check on him because he has no family to go home to when they get back from the island

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While everyone was reuniting with their families, JJ went home by himself. He had long wished to be alone, to be rid of his drunk and abusive dad, but now that his wish had come true, he didn't like it that much. That being said, he would rather be alone than in the bad company of his dad, but it still stung.

There wasn’t much to do in his empty and silent house, so he cracked open a beer and chugged it. Welcome home, JJ, he said to himself.

After two or three beers — more like five or six —, JJ found himself crashing on his bed. It creaked under his weight and the sheets reeked of weed and stale air. He was too drunk to care though, falling asleep only seconds after his head hit his flat pillow.

A few days passed and the beer stash quickly became empty. JJ would have gone and gotten more, needing it to drown his sadness and loneliness, but he didn’t have any money.

He caught his motorcycle in a corner of the backyard and brought it to the work bench. He busied himself for a few hours, fixing the brakes and the ticking noise it’s been doing the last times he used it.

The sun was starting to go down when you parked your car in front of the Maybank house. You received a few stares from the neighbors when driving in the neighborhood, wondering what a fancy car was doing on the Cut, but you ignored them.

You knocked on JJ’s door, but he didn’t answer. His door was not locked though, so you let yourself in. Was this an infraction? Absolutely. But you doubted JJ would call the cops on you.

‘’JJ?’’

Nothing.

You saw a backdoor and went, not without noticing the empty cans and bottles of beer in the kitchen and on the back porch. Some of these had been drunk by him, you just knew it. That’s what JJ does when he’s sad and alone — he drinks.

It didn’t take long to spot him. He was working on his motorcycle, looking a little sweaty. He was so concentrated that he didn’t hear the screen door slamming shut behind you.

‘’How’s the motorcycle going?’’

His head turned when he heard your voice, eyebrows pulling in confusion. ‘’Shouldn’t you be with your family? Hugging and reuniting.’’ He put his wrench on the table, his hands dirty from working on his bike.

‘’You're my family too,’’ you said with a soft smile, needing him to know he wasn't alone although he had no family to welcome him home.

Home. JJ didn’t see the Outer Banks or his house as home. They were an island — his hometown — and a house. Not home. He felt more at home on the stranded island — Poguelandia, as he called it — than he ever did on the Outer Banks. He was thriving on the freedom of the island, catching fishes and swimming all day. A surfboard and some weed would’ve made the island perfect, but good things don't last forever, right?

You took a step forward and reached for his hand, for the silly friendship bracelet he made you when you were younger. ‘’I mean it, JJ.’’

He glanced down at your hands, but didn't hold yours back. ‘’I…I wish the plane had not come and taken us back.’’

Coming back home was really hard on him. Not only was the loneliness heavy on his shoulders, but he was shoved back into this role, in a life he’s always hated, in a house where the bad memories surpass the good ones, and he could do nothing about it. He was doomed to this life as the son of a criminal, as a guy with no future.

‘’My life here fucking suck. The cross — the gold — was my only hope at leaving, but we lost it. Now, I’m stuck here for the rest of my shitty life.’’

‘’What about your surf trip? You’re giving up on your dream?’’

JJ shook his head. That dream was no longer attainable. ‘’No gold, no surf trip.’’

You twined your fingers together. ‘’We could go to California after graduation. There’s waves there.’’

JJ laughed nervously. ‘’We? You can’t even surf.’’ He let go of your hand and sat on the bench by his motorcycle.

‘’So what.’’ You shrugged. ‘’You’ll teach me. Right?’’

You’ll probably fall on your ass and make a fool of yourself, but that’s part of learning.

‘’After California?’’ Although the surf trip was hypothetical, he was curious to know its itinerary.

You thought for a moment, trying to find the

‘’Hawaii...or Spain. I heard there's great waves there.’’

A dreamy hum left his lips, imagining himself riding a wave under the Spanish sun. There was just one little problem. ‘’I don’t have a passport.’’

‘’Let's do it. You and me, a backpack and a board.’’ Your feet carried you to the blond, the sun setting behind you and giving a beautiful tint to his blue eyes. ‘’Wherever the wave takes us.’’

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cupidsyndrome · 3 months

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ THE OTHER WOMAN.

🏹 HURT / FALSE COMFORT, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP. 675 WORDS. 💌 it's easy to forget the ring on his finger whenever the two of you are together. 🩷 cw. suggestive. mentions of cheating. ran being manipulative, reader being delusional.

ran haitani has a wife.

you’ve known it since the beginning– he told you all about her. marital struggles laid bare before you– heated arguments, desire for divorce, you’ve heard it all. ten months have passed since the day you’ve started fooling around with him– ten long months where you’ve continuously believed in his words. you know it’s a bad thing to do, a bad thing to wish upon another woman; you can’t help it. not when he’s always so gentle, so nice with you.

you’ve met his friends. you’ve even met his brother. you’ve seen how their gazes shifted from ran to you– full of confusion, perhaps even a little bit of judgement. but as he makes you sit on his lap, looking all proud of his possession– you find it hard to care. ran haitani is nothing if not an enigmatic man. it’s easy to get lost in him– trying to solve the puzzle of his words, searching for hidden meanings behind each promise. clandestine meetings and poisonous gifts become a routine you’ve grown accustomed to.

he’s always there. when you leave work, ready to pick you up. when you’re on your day off, ready to whisk you away on yet another one of his rendezvous.

the lines between an affair and a relationship got blurry some time ago, when he introduced you as his girlfriend (you were always his ‘friend’, before that day)-- your heart had skipped a beat that night. it’s a foolish thing, falling in love. delusions eat your mind away, offering your heart on a platter for a man you could never truly have.

the nights shared with him are the worst. the divine ecstasy shatters when your eyes open, and the ring dangling around his neck taunts you. jealousy tugs at you, begging you to do something– and you succumb to its order. your teeth sinking into his neck, imprinting a scarlet mark of your own. it doesn’t faze him– nothing ever does. does he know the meaning of it all ? you’re unsure– it’s hard to tell with him.

i love you.

everything comes crashing down on a random friday. you’re getting home from work– sitting next to him while he silently drives. the confession spills from your mouth before you can even stop yourself. you’ve thrown up the words, your body purging itself of that sinful secret.

ran doesn’t answer– doesn’t acknowledge you.

it’s hard not to notice the way his body had stiffen, hands flexing as his jaw hardened. you want to take it all back, you want to beg him to forget about what you’ve said. you’re just as frozen as he is. vision blurring, hands tightly gripping onto the seatbelt. the air is thick with tension and you’re dreading the moment you’ll have to get out of the car.

the engine stops.

you’re home.

“what do you know about love ?” the bite in his voice makes you jump. it makes you feel like an idiot– like a child, and maybe that’s what you are. you’ve never seen him like that– fox eyes that you’ve grown so used to feeling suddenly oh-so foreign. it’s humiliating. “don’t ever say that shit again.” your throat tightens and tears start streaming down your cheeks– it’s only when you hiccup that you realise just how miserable you are. you hear him sigh, and you’re preparing yourself for whatever he has to say.

his hand reaches out for your face, slender fingers gently wiping your tears away. “don’t cry, baby,” there it is again– that softness reserved for you. “that was mean of me, uh ?,” he asks and you shake your head. it’s an automatism– no, you’re not mean, you’re right. as you uncontrollably sob, you find yourself wishing to comfort him. “it’s just– don’t make this weird, okay ? we’re good, let’s keep it that way.”

you agree.

ran haitani has a wife and your heart aches for the day he’ll finally keep his promise. until then, being the other woman isn’t as agonising as not having him at all.

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Hi! I love your work so much. Thanks for all the effort you put in to provide it to your readers. This is my first time requesting anything and I’m new to Tumblr (although I had my phases in middle school haha) so apologies if you have already done something similar or it already exists elsewhere. If you know of anything similar please tag me. Thanks ♥️ See request idea below (just a general concept):

Female reader and Joel Miller (could be both pre or post outbreak really). They are riding a horse together and she’s a bit hesitant to hold on to Joel (there had been prior flirtation and tension so this feels a bit intimate for them). He notices this and brings her arms around him. After a while the reader relaxes and even starts to enjoy it. Nuzzling into him and gripping him tighter. The bumpy ride and having her legs open against him isn’t helping. She then notices him getting a bit “excited” 😉. She reaches around and starts to rub/grab him. This leads to them dismounting and having some fun. Up to your discretion what that entails.💀

This was such a good idea !!! Thank you ! Hope you like it !

CW: degradation, pure filth no plot, praise kink, unsafe sex, public sex, sub ! reader.

The road seemed endless as you were riding a horse to your destination. You were going hunting to bring food back to Jackson’s community.

You and Joel were mostly work partners, patrolling together. Going out of the walls with him, like today, was a special occasion.

There was always a little spark between the two of you. You sometimes felt Joel’s burning gaze on your body, and you would get lost in your thoughts during long nights patrolling with him, imagining him taking you anywhere.

For most of the start of the ride, you were holding onto the saddle, too scared of what you’d feel if you touched Joel. At some point, he said:

“You should hold on to me, so you don’t fall on your ass. I know you don’t have much experience ridin’. ” His southern accent was driving you mad.

“Okay.” It was almost a whisper.

You didn’t know where to hold onto him, so his hand pulled on your arm and brought it around his waist. You understood the message and the other arm followed. Your body was so close to his, your chest pressed against his back. Of course, he could feel the curve of your breasts.

You stayed paralyzed for a while, cheeks red.

“Relax, you’ll hurt your arms.” Joel ordered.

Slowly, the tension left your body. Your head met the softness of his flannel as you nuzzled into it. Joel smelled like a forest on a rainy morning. It was comforting.

You grip tightened when the road got bumpier. Your body rubbed more against him as you were holding on tighter, making him feel every movement of your body. He couldn’t help but imagine how your naked body would feel against him.

He let go a little “fuck” under his breath.

“You okay?” You asked as you lifted your head up to look over him.

He didn’t respond. You understood why when you noticed the tent in the front of his jeans. Joel always seemed like he was… well endowed. But right now, he was clearly hard.

It confirmed that your endless flirting wasn’t part of your imagination. Tentatively, your hand traveled from his waist to the pronounced shape of his bulge. His breath got stuck in his throat as you caressed him shamelessly. You swore you heard him whimper.

He stopped the horse abruptly. You were in the middle of nowhere.

“Get down.”

You followed his direction, and he dismounted the horse as well. His burning gaze met your blushing face.

“Don’t act like an innocent virgin when you were stroking me earlier.” He said between his teeth.

Joel pushed you against the nearest tree and crashed his lips against yours. It was hungry, urgent, like he was waiting for this moment his whole life. You were totally receptive, mouth opened for him, your tongue meeting his in the middle. His hands shamelessly groped your breasts, and you moaned against his mouth.

“You’re a fuckin’ slut, aren’t you?” He groaned.

His lips found the curve of your neck, as one of his hands traveled down your pants. He cupped your sex roughly and looked at you in the eye.

“Say it.”

“I’m a fucking slut.” You couldn’t help but smile shyly. “All yours, Joel.”

“Fuck.”

His fingers felt your wetness, as he was caressing you without much thought, only need. It was messy, but you were so turned on that you didn’t care. Your back arched against the tree, before you sneaked your hand into his pants to return the favor. He felt so heavy in your hand, you could barely imagine in fitting in any of your holes.

Your pants and panties disappeared, as Joel dropped to his knees. He lifted one of your thighs as he drank your wetness. His tongue fucked you relentlessly, as his thumb circled your clit abruptly until you were moaning loudly, your legs shaking as you emptied your juices on his tongue.

He got up and dropped his pants to his ankles, exposing his throbbing member. It was your turn to drop to your knees and taste him, your saliva coating his length as you took most of him in.

“Good job, that’s my pretty whore.” He praised.

His hand met the back of your head, grabbing onto your hair as your head bobbed up and down. He controlled your movements with his hand, until he got tired and pulled you away.

“Turn around and let me fuck you.”

You nodded and turned around, your palms meeting the rough bark of the tree. Joel held onto your hips as he inserted his length between your folds without any wait. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before moving slowly into you. You were so sensitive, you felt all of him. His name fell from your lips as he thrusted faster and faster, hitting a perfect spot.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, can you cum on my cock?”

Joel was starting to feel his release coming, so he bit on your shoulder to control himself, as he let you cum first. Your walls tightened around him, and that was enough for him to paint your insides.

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