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blbyena · 5 months ago

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Hello can i get one where Mark and the reader (also a famous singer) meet at the Australian Open 🎾? They get shipped by both fandoms…pls thanks 🫶🏼

my first request oh my god!!! Thanks so much for asking!! I hope this will meet up your expectations <3

p.s : super excited for Mark's fit!!!

non-boyfriend!mark x reader , famous singer! reader , first meeting ,

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COURTSIDE CHEMISTRY

The Australian Open buzzed with life, a perfect balance of elegance and excitement. You had been looking forward to this moment for weeks, not just because of the event itself but because Ralph Lauren had chosen you as one of their featured guests.

Your stylist had made sure you’d turn heads. You were dressed in a stunning ivory jumpsuit with a halter neckline that framed your shoulders perfectly. It hugged your figure at the waist before flowing gracefully down your legs, giving you an effortlessly elegant look. Gold earrings dangled lightly below your jawline, catching the light with each movement, while your hair was styled into a sleek bun with a few soft strands framing your face. Comfortable but chic nude heels completed the look, paired with a matching clutch. You felt poised, confident, but still a little nervous as you stepped out of the car.

Flashes went off immediately as you posed on the blue carpet. The cameras clicked incessantly, capturing your every angle. You gave them a practiced smile, careful not to linger too long—you didn’t want to be the center of attention for too long.

Inside the venue, you were ushered into the VIP lounge. The atmosphere was sophisticated, the crowd a mix of celebrities, athletes, and other high-profile guests. You sipped on a sparkling drink, glancing around the room when you saw him—Mark Lee.

He was dressed immaculately in Ralph Lauren, of course: a navy blazer paired with a striped shirt and beige chinos. He looked every bit the polished, easy-going star you’d seen in countless interviews and performances. But seeing him in person was different. He had this natural warmth to him, the kind that could make anyone feel comfortable.

You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but you thought he might have noticed you, too. His eyes lingered for a moment before one of the event coordinators approached him.

A few minutes later, the same coordinator was walking toward you. “Y/N,” she began with a polite smile, “this is Mark Lee. You’ll be taking a few promotional photos together later for Ralph Lauren.”

You felt your breath catch slightly but composed yourself quickly. “Hi,” you said, holding out your hand.

“Hi,” Mark replied, his smile soft and genuine as he shook your hand. His voice was calm, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said, feeling the corners of your lips curl upward. There was something disarming about him—he wasn’t just polite, he was genuinely kind.

The small talk that followed felt natural, but you couldn’t ignore how your heart picked up pace every time he smiled. He asked about your music, mentioning how much he enjoyed your recent performance at an award show. You thanked him, feeling a little shy under his gaze but flattered nonetheless.

Soon, the photographer approached with a clipboard, gently interrupting. “Mark, Y/N, we’re going to need you both over here for the promotional shots.”

“Okay, let’s start simple,” the photographer said, clapping his hands together. “Mark, stand to Y/N’s right. A little closer… closer… perfect.”

You shifted slightly as Mark stepped nearer, your shoulders almost brushing. The photographer tilted his head, studying the frame. “Y/N, can you angle your body a bit toward him? Yes, just like that.”

You turned slightly, catching Mark’s eye for a split second. His expression was calm, but there was a flicker of nervousness, almost as if he was worried about making you uncomfortable.

“Great,” the photographer said. “Now, Mark, let’s have you rest your hand lightly on your jacket lapel. Y/N, bring your arm down naturally. Perfect. Hold that!”

The first flash went off, and you focused on keeping a relaxed expression. But then Mark, in his subtle way, broke the ice.

“Are these as awkward for you as they are for me?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, your gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. “A little. I’m just trying not to look stiff.”

“You’re doing great,” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

After a few more shots, the photographer wanted something different. “Okay, let’s go for something more casual. Mark, lean slightly toward Y/N—like you’re mid-conversation. Y/N, relax your posture a little. Yes, perfect.”

Mark leaned in just enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. “What should we talk about?” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Anything,” you replied with a teasing smile. “But don’t make me laugh. I’ll ruin the shot.”

“Noted,” he said, but you swore he was trying to make you laugh on purpose, with the way his lips twitched like he was holding back a joke.

The camera clicked a few more times before the photographer lowered it with a satisfied grin. “That’s the one. You two look amazing together.”

Mark turned to you, his smile softer now. “Not bad for a first meeting, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” you replied, your tone light but genuine.

The chemistry was undeniable. Mark’s relaxed demeanor put you at ease, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his occasional jokes between shots. At one point, he turned to look at you as you adjusted your hair, a fond smile crossing his face—and, unbeknownst to you, the camera caught the moment.

As you walked back to the lounge, the tension from before had melted away. Mark was as easy to talk to as he was charming, and you found yourself feeling more comfortable around him than you’d expected.

The second the photos dropped , the internet was on fire. The official Ralph Lauren Instagram account posted the photos first, captioning them simply: “Effortless elegance at the Australian Open. Featuring Y/N and Mark Lee.” The post already had hundreds of thousands of likes within hours, but it was the fan reactions that turned the situation viral.

The most popular picture was the one where Mark was leaning toward you mid-conversation, a fond smile on his face as you looked down shyly. Fans zoomed in, cropped it, and paired it with captions like:

• “WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A PRE-WEDDING SHOOT??”

• “Mark smiling at her like that? WE SEE YOU.”

• “This is NOT a Ralph Lauren ad. This is the start of a love story.”

It didn’t stop there. A short behind-the-scenes video from the shoot began circulating, posted by a staff member who had innocently captured a few moments on their phone. In it, you and Mark were adjusting your poses, and Mark had whispered something that made you laugh. The video ended with the two of you holding your positions, but Mark’s smile lingered on you just a little too long.

Fans took the clip and ran with it. Edits flooded TikTok and Instagram

• Someone set the video to a romantic ballad, captioning it: “And THIS is how soulmates meet.”

• Another fan zoomed in on Mark’s expression and added the text: “He’s down BAD.”

A slow-motion edit paired with a love song racked up millions of views, with fans commenting things like:

• “How is this not a K-drama?”

• “This is better chemistry than 90% of Netflix rom-coms.

Your fans were just as enthusiastic:

• “Y/N looked so shy around him. She never acts like that! What’s going on???”

• “Mark was literally smiling like she hung the stars. Someone explain???”

• “Ralph Lauren needs to drop a Part 2 immediately. WE NEED MORE.”

One user compiled a side-by-side of Mark from the photoshoot and his past interviews where he talked about his ideal type, captioning it: “Tell me Y/N isn’t his type. I’ll wait.”

On Twitter, the hashtag #RalphLaurenCouple trended worldwide.

The buzz wasn’t just online. Paparazzi had captured the two of you chatting during a match break, Mark leaning in slightly while you gestured animatedly. The candid shots only added fuel to the fire.

Some of your mutual fans were already deep into shipping mode:

• “Do you think they exchanged numbers? Because I NEED this to happen.”

• “The chemistry is so natural. Like, you can’t fake that.”

Within 24 hours, your photoshoot wasn’t just a promotional campaign anymore—it was a full-blown internet phenomenon. And somewhere in all the chaos, you couldn’t help but wonder what Mark thought of it all.

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its-avalon-08 · 11 months ago

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don't walk away from me (ln4)

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, neglect, alot of tears, fluff, it's super long

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her heart racing and hands trembling as she stared at the small, white plastic stick in her hand. Two faint pink lines stared back at her, confirming what she had both feared and hoped for. She was pregnant.

Tears welled up in her eyes as a whirlwind of emotions swirled within her—fear, joy, uncertainty. She and Lando had been together for five years, but they had never discussed having children. Not seriously, at least. She had always imagined they would have this conversation when they were both ready, when the timing was perfect. But now, the reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks.

She placed the pregnancy test on the nightstand and hugged her knees to her chest, trying to calm herself. The house was eerily quiet, amplifying her anxiety. She glanced at the clock. Lando would be home soon. How was she going to tell him? What if he didn't want this? What if he wasn't ready?

The sound of the front door opening and closing pulled her out of her thoughts. She wiped her tears away and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead.

"Y/N, I'm home," Lando called out from downstairs.

She stood up, her legs feeling shaky, and walked to the top of the stairs. "Lando, can you come up here for a second?"

His footsteps echoed through the house as he made his way up the stairs. When he reached the bedroom door, he gave her a curious look. "What's up?"

Y/N bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. "I need to talk to you about something. Something important."

Lando's expression shifted to concern as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "Okay, you're scaring me. What's going on?"

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, there was silence. Lando's eyes widened, and his face went pale. "What? How?"

Y/N's tears started to flow again. "I don't know, Lando. It just happened. I'm scared too, but we need to talk about this."

Lando ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. "This can't be happening right now. I'm not ready for this. We have our whole lives ahead of us, our careers. A baby wasn't part of the plan."

Her heart shattered at his words. "I know it's unexpected, but we can figure it out together. We love each other, don't we? We can make this work."

He stopped pacing and turned to face her, anger and frustration etched on his face. "I don't want a baby right now, Y/N. This isn't what I signed up for. How could you let this happen?"

She flinched at his harsh tone, her tears flowing freely. "It's not like I planned this, Lando. You are equally as responsible as I am. But it's happening, and we need to deal with it. Together."

He shook his head, his voice rising. "No, you need to deal with it. I can't handle this right now. I'm not ready to be a father."

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with unspoken fears and shattered dreams. Y/N's heart ached as she realized the depth of his feelings. She had hoped for support, for understanding, but instead, she felt more alone than ever.

"Lando, please," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "We can figure this out. We can make it work."

He looked at her with a mix of anger and despair. "I can't, Y/N. I just can't."

With those words, he turned and left the room, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the house. Y/N collapsed onto the bed, her sobs wracking her body. She had never felt so lost, so scared, so heartbroken.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she tried to compose herself. Lando’s reaction had been worse than she had imagined, and now he stood in front of her, pacing back and forth, his face contorted with frustration and disbelief.

"I thought you would fight for us. For me," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Lando stopped pacing and turned to face her, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "Fight for us? Y/N, do you even understand what this means? My career, all of it—derailed! I’ve worked my entire life to get to this point, and now this?"

Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at him, her heart aching with every word he said. "Are you even listening to me, Lando? This isn’t just about you. This is our baby. Our future. You can’t just push this away because it’s inconvenient."

He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Inconvenient? Y/N, it’s more than inconvenient! It’s a complete upheaval of everything we’ve built. Everything I’ve built. How can you expect me to just accept this?"

She stood up, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. "Because I love you, Lando! And I thought you loved me too. I thought we were in this together, no matter what."

He shook his head, his eyes filled with tears he refused to let fall. "I do love you, but this… this is too much. I’m not ready to be a father. I’m not ready for any of this."

Y/N took a step closer to him, her eyes pleading. "And you think I am? You think I wanted this to happen right now? But it did, and we have to deal with it. We have to face it together. Isn’t that what love is about?"

Lando’s voice softened, but his words still cut deep. "I’m scared, Y/N. I don’t know if I can do this."

Her heart shattered at the vulnerability in his voice, but she couldn’t let go of the anger and hurt that had built up inside her. "I’m scared too, Lando. But running away isn’t going to solve anything. We have to face this, together."

He looked away, his jaw clenched. "I need time to think. I can’t do this right now."

Y/N felt a surge of anger and desperation. "Time? We don’t have time, Lando. This is happening now, whether we’re ready or not. And I need you to be with me in this. I need you to fight for us."

He took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his emotions. "I don’t know if I can."

Her voice softened, but the pain was still evident. "Please, Lando. Don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of love and fear. "I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I can’t."

With those words, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart broken and her world turned upside down. She sank to the floor, her sobs echoing through the empty house.

In that moment, she realized that she was truly alone. She had hoped that their love would be strong enough to overcome any obstacle, but now she faced the harsh reality that sometimes, love wasn’t enough. But even in her despair, she knew she would fight for her baby. She would fight for the future she believed in, with or without Lando.

Because in the end, the love she had for her child was stronger than any fear, stronger than any heartbreak. And she would not let that love be derailed, no matter what.

The reality of her situation settled over her like a heavy blanket. She was pregnant, and the man she loved was not ready to face it with her. She was alone in this, and the path ahead seemed impossibly difficult.

But as she lay there, crying into the pillows, a steely resolve began to form within her. She would do whatever it took to protect and care for her child. She would find a way to make it work, with or without Lando.

a few hours later

Lando stood in the empty living room, the silence around him deafening. His eyes scanned the room, confusion and panic setting in as he noticed the absence of Y/N’s belongings. His heart raced as he hurried up the stairs to their bedroom, only to find it stripped of her presence. The closet doors hung open, her clothes gone, and the drawers emptied.

A notification buzzed on his phone, pulling him out of his frantic thoughts. He glanced at the screen to see a large deposit in his bank account. He froze, realizing what it meant. He rushed back downstairs, where a table was neatly stacked with items—clothes, jewelry, and gifts he had bought for Y/N over the years. Everything was returned, methodically placed as if to signify the end of their relationship.

Lando’s breath caught in his throat. He had never felt so lost, so utterly regretful. His mind raced back to their fight, his harsh words echoing in his ears. He had pushed her away, and now she was gone. Completely.

The doorbell rang, jolting him from his thoughts. He opened the door to find Carlos standing there, his expression a mix of anger and disappointment. Behind him, Rebecca stood with a comforting hand on Carlos’ shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” Lando asked, his voice hollow.

Carlos stepped inside, his eyes blazing. “I’m here because Y/N needs someone to look after her. Clearly, that’s not you anymore.”

Lando’s heart sank. “Carlos, I made a mistake. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Carlos’s jaw tightened. “A mistake? Lando, you didn’t just make a mistake. You broke her heart. You left her alone when she needed you the most.”

Lando’s eyes filled with tears. “I know, and I regret it. Please, just let me see her. Let me make things right.”

Carlos shook his head firmly. “No, you don’t get to see her. Not after what you did. She’s devastated, Lando. Do you understand that? She’s completely heartbroken.”

Lando’s voice cracked. “I didn’t know what to do. I was scared.”

Carlos’s anger flared. “And you think she wasn’t? You think she didn’t need you to be strong for her, to stand by her side? You were supposed to be her partner, and you abandoned her.”

Lando buried his face in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. “I know. I know I messed up. But I love her, Carlos. I love her so much.”

Carlos softened slightly but kept his guard up. “Love isn’t just words, Lando. It’s actions. And your actions showed her that she can’t rely on you. That she can’t trust you to be there for her.”

Rebecca stepped forward, her voice gentle yet firm. “Y/N needs time, Lando. She needs to heal. Right now, the best thing you can do is give her space and let her process everything.”

Lando looked up, his eyes pleading. “Please, just tell her I’m sorry. Tell her I love her and that I’ll do anything to make it right.”

Carlos’s gaze softened, but his resolve remained. “She knows, Lando. But it’s going to take more than words to fix this. It’s going to take time and a lot of effort on your part. And right now, the best thing for her is to be surrounded by people who will support her and help her heal.”

Lando nodded, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. “I understand. Please, just take care of her. Tell her I’m here, waiting, whenever she’s ready.”

Carlos and Rebecca turned to leave, but Carlos paused, his face filled with a mix of anger and sorrow. “I thought you would stick around, Lando. I thought you’d be there for her, no matter what. But now, she’s alone because of you.”

Lando felt the weight of Carlos’s words hit him like a punch to the gut. “I never wanted this, Carlos. I never wanted to hurt her.”

Carlos shook his head, his eyes filled with disappointment. “Intentions don’t matter when your actions speak louder. She needed you, and you walked away. Now she’s left to pick up the pieces on her own.”

As the door closed behind them, Lando sank to the floor, his heart aching with the weight of his mistakes. He had a long road ahead of him, and he knew that earning Y/N’s forgiveness and trust would be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. But for her, he was willing to do whatever it took.

Because he couldn’t bear the thought of a future without her, and he would fight to make things right, no matter how long it took.

Carlos carefully helped Y/N settle into his guest room, ensuring she had everything she needed. He placed her suitcase at the foot of the bed and fluffed the pillows before turning to her with a gentle smile.

“Mi niña, if you need anything, just let me know, okay?” he said softly, his voice full of warmth and concern.

Y/N nodded, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She tried to put on a brave face, but the moment Carlos wrapped her in a comforting hug, she broke down completely, sobbing into his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N,” Carlos whispered, rubbing her back soothingly. “Everything will be okay. I promise.”

She clung to him, her body shaking with each sob. “I-I don’t know what to do, Carlos. It hurts so much.”

He held her tighter, his heart breaking at the sight of her pain. “I know, mi niña. I know it hurts. But you’re not alone. We’re here for you. Rebecca and I, we’ll take care of you.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I just… I thought he would fight for us. For me.”

Carlos gently wiped away her tears, his expression one of deep sorrow and fierce protectiveness. “Lando made a mistake, and he’s going to regret it. But right now, you need to focus on yourself and the baby. You’re strong, Y/N. You’re going to get through this.”

She nodded, trying to believe his words. “Thank you, Carlos. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re like a little sister to me. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Y/N leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in his unwavering support. “I just feel so lost.”

Carlos held her close, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re not lost, mi niña. You’re just finding a new path. And you have us to help you every step of the way.”

Rebecca entered the room quietly, carrying a tray with a cup of tea and some snacks. She placed it on the bedside table and joined them, wrapping her arms around Y/N as well.

“We’re going to take care of you,” Rebecca said softly. “You’re family to us, Y/N.”

Surrounded by their love and support, Y/N felt a small glimmer of hope. She still had a long road ahead of her, but with Carlos and Rebecca by her side, she knew she wouldn’t have to face it alone.

Carlos pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “Remember, mi niña, you’re stronger than you think. And we’ll be here to remind you of that every day.”

Y/N managed a small smile, her heart feeling a little lighter. “I’ll try to remember that. Thank you, Carlos. Thank you, Rebecca.”

Rebecca squeezed her hand gently. “We’re here for you, every step of the way.”

As Y/N settled into bed that night, she felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in weeks. She knew the journey ahead would be difficult, but with the support of those who loved her, she believed she could find her way.

Over the next few months Lando was adamant in trying to prove to Y/N that he will be there for her.

first instance: the midnight voicemail

Lando sat in his car outside Y/N's apartment, his fingers trembling as he held his phone. He had been doing this every night for the past six months, just listening to her voicemail. It was his way of feeling close to her, even when she needed space.

“Hey, it’s me, Lando,” he started, his voice soft and full of emotion. “I just wanted to say goodnight. I know you’re probably asleep, but I hope you and the baby are doing well. I-I just needed to hear your voice. I miss you. I love you. my love.”

He ended the call, tears streaming down his face. He knew she might never listen to these voicemails, but it didn’t matter. It was his way of staying connected, of showing her he cared.

second instance: the doctor's appointment

Y/N sat in the waiting room, nervously tapping her foot. She glanced up as the door opened and Lando walked in, carrying a small bouquet of her favorite flowers. He smiled softly at her, his eyes filled with concern and love.

“I thought you might like these,” he said, handing her the flowers.

She took them, her heart warming at the gesture. “Thank you, Lan.”

They sat together, waiting for her name to be called. When it was time, Lando stood up, offering her his hand. She hesitated for a moment before taking it, feeling the warmth of his support.

During the appointment, he stayed by her side, asking the doctor questions and making sure she was comfortable. It was clear he was committed to being there for her and their baby, no matter what. Towards the end Y/N interlocked her fingers with his.

third instance: the late-night cravings

One night, Y/N woke up with a sudden craving for chocolate ice cream. She sighed, knowing it was late, but her craving was too strong to ignore. She was about to get dressed to go to the store when her phone buzzed.

A message from Lando: “Hey, just thinking about you baby. Do you need anything?”

She hesitated for a moment before replying, “Actually, yes. I’m craving chocolate ice cream. But it’s late, and I don’t want to bother you.”

Within minutes, her phone buzzed again. “On my way. Be there in 10.”

Ten minutes later, Lando knocked on her door, holding a bag with several tubs of chocolate ice cream. “I wasn’t sure which one you wanted, so I got a few different kinds,” he said with a sheepish smile.

Y/N’s heart swelled with gratitude. “Thank you, Lando. You didn’t have to do this. It means so much to me.”

He shrugged, his eyes full of warmth. “I want to. I want to be here for you, for both of you.”

fourth instance: the nursery

Lando had spent weeks secretly working on a nursery for their baby. He knew Y/N wanted to keep things simple, but he wanted to surprise her with something special. He enlisted the help of Carlos and Rebecca, who both supported him in his efforts to make things right.

One afternoon, he called Y/N and asked her to come over. When she arrived, he led her to the room that had once been his office. He opened the door, revealing a beautifully decorated nursery.

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes as she took in the sight. The walls were painted a soft, calming color, and there was a crib, a changing table, and a rocking chair. Everything was perfect.

“I wanted to show you that I’m committed to this, to our family,” Lando said, his voice full of emotion. “I know it’s just a room, but I hope it shows you how much I care.”

Y/N walked into the room, touching the crib and the soft blankets. “It’s beautiful, Lando. Thank you.”

He stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. “I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. I promise.”

fifth instance: the ultrasound

The day of the ultrasound was a mix of excitement and nerves for Y/N. Lando had insisted on coming, even though he knew she still needed space. As they sat in the exam room, the technician prepped the equipment.

When the image of their baby appeared on the screen, Lando’s breath caught in his throat. Tears filled his eyes as he saw the tiny life they had created.

“That’s our baby,” he whispered, his voice full of awe.

Y/N looked at him, her own eyes filled with tears. “Yes, it is.”

He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “Thank you for letting me be here baby. I wouldn’t want to miss this for the world.”

Six months had passed, and Y/N knew Lando had done everything he could to prove his love and commitment. One evening, she found herself standing outside his apartment again, her heart pounding in her chest.

She knocked, and moments later, Lando opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise and hope. “Y/N,” he said softly, stepping aside to let her in. “Come in, please.”

She walked in, the familiar scent of his apartment washing over her. It felt like stepping back into a memory, a life that had once been hers.

Lando closed the door and turned to face her, his heart in his throat. “How are you feeling love?” he asked, his voice full of genuine concern.

She placed a hand on her growing belly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m doing okay. The baby’s doing well.”

He nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m glad. I’m so glad.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them. Finally, Y/N spoke, her voice steady but soft. “Lando, I’ve seen how hard you’ve been trying. You’ve been there for me, even when I didn’t want you to be. And I appreciate it. I really do.”

He looked at her, his heart aching with regret and hope. “I’ll never stop trying, Y/N. I know I messed up, and I know I have a lot to make up for. But I love you. I love you and our baby, and I’ll do anything to prove that to you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she took a deep breath. “I know you will. I can see that now. And I’m ready to give us another chance.”

Lando’s breath hitched, and he took a tentative step closer to her. “You are?”

She nodded, wiping away a tear. “Yes. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, and I’m not saying I’m not still hurt. But I want to try. I want us to try.”

He closed the distance between them, gently taking her hands in his. “I promise, Y/N. I’ll do everything I can to make things right. I’ll never take you for granted again.”

She squeezed his hands, her eyes searching his. “I need you to understand that it’s not just about words, Lan. It’s about actions. I need to know that you’re in this for the long haul, that you’re committed to us, to our family.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “I am. I swear I am. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

She let out a shaky breath, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. “Okay. Then let’s do this. Together.”

Lando pulled her into a gentle hug, careful not to press too hard against her belly. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me another chance. I won’t let you down.”

As they stood there, holding each other, the future seemed a little brighter, a little more hopeful. They had a long road ahead, but they were ready to face it together, hand in hand.

And for the first time in months, Y/N felt a sense of peace, knowing that they were going to be okay. That they were going to be a family. She was going to be with the man she loved and all was going to be right again.

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ovaryacted · 1 day ago

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baby girl looking for pope (and reader) out in the crowd during some school event where she's on stage. she's searching so hard and almost starts crying until she finally sees pope being held back by reader because he saw the tears in his baby's eyes and needs to make sure she's okay.

then he turns back around to see her smiling and waving and so freaking happy that he's there. and yeah :)

─ Girl Dad! Pope Cody x fem! reader || WC: 735

CW: FLUFF. Pope being an emotional & dedicated dad. Daughter is graduating kindergarten & 5 years old. Daughter is unnamed. Daughter has Pope's hair, freckles, & eyes (carbon copy). Reader & Pope are married.

Aww, this is such a cute idea, please. Thank you for the little message Simone bae, thinking about Pope who's a little older now being such a dedicated dad makes me super emotional. I hope you like this little blurb. <3

The little girl is nervous, dark auburn curls pinned in a half-up half down hairstyle per her request. Her lavender dress flows down her small body, cutting off right at her knees in lace trim, a pair of fluffy socks and mary janes adorn on her feet. She remembers when she went on a shopping trip with her mom last week for this particular outfit, beaming the minute she grabbed it off the rack and threw it in the cart with dignified confidence.

It was the youngest Cody's kindergarten graduation, lined up on stage with several other kids for an award she doesn't fully understand she got. Her head turns over the crowd of people in the audience, trying her absolute hardest to find her parents amongst the sea of unfamiliar moving faces. Her brain works overtime to track down the head that shares the same hair as her, to see the familiar scowl that nobody other than her father wears.

She tries so hard, even squints as she tirelessly looks and looks and looks. To no avail, she hasn't seen the faces of her parents, of the people who came to this event with her, the people that would bring the moon and stars closer to Earth just so she could see them better. Before she realizes it, the corner of her eyes begin to sting as tears threaten to pour down her cheeks. She wrings her hands together, the anxiety bubbling in her body making her knees tremble as she swallows a cry, fully convinced her caregivers had disappeared into thin air and forgotten all about her.

She was close to wailing until she heard a familiar voice, the voice of her mother, warm and welcoming as it always was from the second she was born. The 5 year old's wet eyes gravitate towards the noise, finally spotting the face of her father who wore furrowed eyebrows and was halfway from rising from his seat.

"Andrew, you can't." You had one hand on his broad chest in a feeble attempt to calm him down. He only huffed a shaky breath, a growl settling in the back of his throat.

"She's crying up there. She can't see us." Pope mutters sharply, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

"She'll find us. She's a smart girl, she knows Andy. Trust her, okay?"

Andrew eases back down in his seat, focusing on trying to get his daughter's attention. He'd want nothing more than to bring his little miracle into his strong arms where she belongs, to wipe her tears away from her freckled face and tell her everything was going to be alright, that her father was here and had no plans of leaving her behind. But he knew the last thing he needed to do was lash out on such a special occasion.

He bounces his leg a few times, his knuckles turning white from gripping the armrest of his seat too tight, close to splitting the wood when his gaze is mirrored with his twin up on the stage, hazel meeting hazel.

In an instant, the little girl calms down, her frown flipping into a bright smile. Her round cheeks perk up at the sight of her parents at her first graduation, bringing her hand to swipe the remaining tears that ran down her face. She waves at her father then, and he waves back, the corner of his lips flexing upwards and nodding towards her, the love in his eyes consuming the remaining space in that room.

You reach down to squeeze Andrew's hand in reassurance, giving the calloused flesh an affectionate squeeze. His thumb runs over your wedding band, aimlessly playing with the gold as you both watch your baby girl walk the stage once her name was called, bursting in light shouts of claps of acknowledgement that got her attention and widened her toothy smile.

Andrew's eyes refuse to leave his daughter's face until she's sitting down with the rest of her classmates, exhaling in relief, antsy to hear his baby's voice again and hold her once more after all of this was done. But for now, he’ll sit and patiently wait until she’s running up to him, holding her certificate in her hands to show him. And he’ll shower her with all the praise she needs to remind her he’s here to stay, and his heart belongs to her.

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commanderhearteyes-r · 2 months ago

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nat x reader with a combo of 2, 12, and 23? (nat directing those at reader)

This one 🤭 good one, good one. I enjoyed this hehe. Apologies for any errors I’m road-tripping rn lol.

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A Student Is Only As Good As Her Teacher

Natalie x fem!r

Prompts: 2. “you’ve really never touched yourself?” 12. “does that feel good?” 23. “do you want me to teach you how?”

Warnings for: pwp, 18+ only

Truth or Dare was truthfully not your favorite game, but you guys were having a team bonding party. It had started out at Jackie’s place, but once word had gotten out about the Friday night gathering it had quickly been moved to Lottie’s house so more and more people could pile in. The booze was flowing through your veins so you were honest when Misty asked you, “have your parents ever walked in on you masterbating?”

You shook your head no, “nope,” with an exaggerated lip pop. “I’ve never done it so it’d hard for anyone to walk in on me doing it.” You see all of the heads from the girls that had not been paying much attention previously whip to you. Suddenly your honesty feels like it was too honest, “I just, ya know, don’t like know what’s going on down there or whatever, really.”

Natalie scoffs at that, you look at her with your innocent eyes and she can tell you’re not lying. She suddenly feels a surge of emotion and feels bad, to make up for it she shrugs and says, “nah not everybody is super experienced, ya know? It’s cool y/n. All good.” Natalie tips her drink back and swallows the last few warm sips, “I need a pee break, anyone wanna walk me? Y/n?” She stands and brushes off the non-existent dust from her pants.

You look around at the team before deciding that if you were picked as the designated bathroom buddy you better tag along. Giving Nat a smile you stand, “yeah I’ll come with you Nat.”

The two of you wade through the thick crowd of sweaty bodies and Nat reaches back for your hand so you stay close. She turns her head around to make sure you’re still there and you squeeze her hand. She pushes the masses and eventually you see the stairs come into view, confused you say, “Nat I thought we were supposed to use the bathrooms down here?”

“It’s all good, Lot told me I’m good to use hers. Come on,” she nods up the stairs. You’ve never been, it’s not that you and Lottie aren’t close exactly but you’ve always just hung out together as a group downstairs.

You give a reluctant smile, “okay.” As you trail up the stairs with your hands still intertwined, you smell what must be Natalie’s perfume or cologne, it’s a deep woodsy scent and you feel a sense of calm come over you about following her.

Lottie’s room is a sprawling display of her families wealth, it encapsulates her own personality but you can tell without the money she wouldn’t own half of the things inside the room. And the bed is ginormous, you give a giggle as you sit down on the mattress and wait for Natalie to finish in the en-suite bathroom.

With the sound of the door opening you let your head back fall towards Natalie’s direction, done looking around Lottie’s room, “ready to go back down?”

Natalie tucks her fingers into her jean pockets and hums as she digs around for something, “I was actually gonna ask if you wanted me to smoke you up, I have a few pre-rolls.” Her fingers find the prize and she whips out her plastic bag showing you, she looks so proud of her stash. “I just saw you smoke with Jack the other day and this is usually where I smoke so… since we’re here I might as well ask.”

You lean back on Lottie’s bed and rest your palms flat on the comforter. You probably shouldn’t, you really were fucked up already. But Nat’s weed is probably good and if you wanted to get closer to her this is your chance, the season is just starting and now you have an in. You nod and smile, “I would love to smoke with you Nat. Thank you.”

She claps and comes to sit next to you, she pushes her hair out of her face as she slips her shoes off of each foot. She’s adorable. “Okay so Lot just asks that we use the ash tray, which I’ll grabbbbb.” She tells you as she reaches for the tray on the side table. Natalie then flicks her gaze to you, admiring you it seems. You did feel cute tonight, but you weren’t wearing anything crazy it was just supposed to be a team party. But your hair was lying nice and you smelled like your shower gel and your signature scent. It looked like Nat liked those things as well, you weren’t sure if Nat liked girls but you were sure that she had at least kissed one or two from seeing it happen first hand. Needless to say you had a little crush on the girl that was sporting a dark eye look, baggy jeans and a white shirt. Her leather jacket had been discarded down stairs, but that was a crowd pleaser always. You both break the silence with a quick throat clear and Natalie reaches in her plastic sandwich bag to grab a beautiful little pre-roll. She takes her lighter and you watch the flame ignite and catch the leaves and paper on fire, it turns into a slow red pulse as the lighter flicks off. “Here, shits pretty strong.” Nat says, strained through a lung full of smoke after a deep inhale.

You focus and reach forward to take your turn, “thanks,” you mumble. As you inhale a slow smile spreads across Nat’s face, confused you inhale and ask, “what’s up?”

“Have you really never touched yourself? I didn’t mean to be a dick in front of everybody.” A hand brushes yours gently taking the lit joint back in its possession.

A warm heat creeps up your cheeks, this is just Nat. You look down at your lap and sit forward slightly. “Uh no, I tried once or twice, but it made me feel like weird. And it’s all wet and like I literally had no idea what to do.”

Natalie gives you a soft giggle, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear I am not laughing at you. It’s just like no one knows what to do at first, you gotta fuck around and figure out what you like and start going from there ya know?”

You consider her words - watching as her lips wrap around the white cylindrical wrapping, you swallow and give her a little mhm. “I guess you’re right, it’s not that I don’t get turned on or anything. I just feel like it’s out of my depth.” She exhales and you feel the smoke rush over your face.

“Here, your turn. Do you want me to teach you how?” The words slip out of her mouth like honey, her raspy voice sounds so sure. Your eyes track her, she leans down to lay on her side and she pushes your hand towards your mouth. “Take a hit.” You do. Breathe, she’s just a girl. She’s just Natalie. Suddenly that idea sounds so intriguing. You release your lungs and exhale.

The head rush caused by your thoughts racing has you dizzy so you hand Nat back her weed, “yeah. Yeah I want you to show me.” Natalie bites her lip and falls flat on her back before taking a drag. Her feet are waving back and forth, she’s just a girl too. She’s excited, no need to be nervous.

Nat offers you a turn and you decline, she stubs the end out on Lottie’s tray. “I’ll save the rest for later. Do you wanna talk about this? Or do you trust me? I’ll take it so slow and only do what you’re comfortable with.”

You pull your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them tucking your chin in your arms, “um I don’t know. I don’t know how any of this works. But… I do trust you Nat. Do I have to be liked - naked?” Your last question is asked with an air of unease and she puts a hand on your knee and shakes her head.

“You can be however you want, I just figured no pants would at least be more comfortable. It’s up to you though I can work with whatever.” She is so sweet, she’s gentle and her eyes are screaming please don’t change your mind.

“Um no pants is probably good, maybe underwear at first though.” Nat nods.

“Lean back, I’ll take them off for you. Relax.” She makes quick work of your button and your zipper, she looks up and makes eye contact before telling you to lift your hips so she can drag your pants down below your butt. You lift and your can feel her fingertips brushing skin as the pants leave your waist, Natalie is really about to touch your vagina. This is insane, she asked to do it!!! What is your life?! “Come here.” She tells you as she pulls your legs over hers and settles them behind her hips. The two of you are facing each other both sitting on the bed and your underwear clad self is sitting legs spread for her, you’re face to face with the pretty girl now. “Are you doing okay?” She asks as she runs her thumbs over your hips.

Mhm, the noise is weak. But your heart is pounding, you’re so fucking nervous. Maybe a kiss would calm your nerves, or maybe make it worse. Oh god. Fuck it. “Can I kiss you?” Makes it past your lips, you swallow while waiting for an answer.

A hand leaves your hip and makes its home on your cheek, her eyes bore into yours. “You can kiss me whenever you want. You don’t have to ask.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re cute.” Natalie giggles before pulling your lips to hers. Oh they’re so soft. You’ve stared at them before, but your imagination is nothing like feeling them on yours. You can smell the scent of the weed from both of you, but it’s mixed with the smell of your mint chapstick. Nat keeps the kisses light, but it’s sending the signals in your brain haywire.

Your thighs go to clench and it only serves to pull Nat in more, her jeans rub slightly against your underwear and you gasp, “oh! I’m sorry that was unexpected, I didn’t know I was pulling you in that much.” You apologize.

Natalie closes the gap completely and presses you against her jeans giving you a good pressure down below. “This is what we’re here for, it’s okay.” She gives you a soft smooch and asks, “can I see your hand?” You nod and put your right hand in her left, “I’m gonna show you something that I like to do to myself okay. It’ll all be up top, just with your clit and we don’t have to do anything else if you’re not comfortable with that.”

“As good a place as any to start I suppose,” you replied. Nat takes your middle finger and sticks it in her mouth, your jaw drops and the feeling of her tongue wetting your finger. You didn’t know fingertips could be so sensitive. You feel yourself clench around nothing. You let out a mmm. She releases your finger and twists your hand into a comfortable position to go into your underwear, then both of your hands make entrance into the fabric. She’s not looking down though, she’s sure to make eye contact as she guides your finger to the sensitive bud. You feel her part your lips and then your middle fingers fingertip is placed solidly on your clit, with the spit on your finger it’s slippery and you’re not sure what to do now so you wait. Your eyes are searching her face for an answer.

“I like to make a sort of curling motion like up and down with my finger, your hand won’t move, just your finger. And keep your clit under your finger don’t let it slip, okay? Now this is preference so if this isn’t what you like I can show you something else.” She whispers, the two of you are so close together that you know she can smell your arousal and hope she doesn’t mind, because you are extremely turned on. Suddenly she starts your finger in motion, her hand is still over yours and making the motions happen. You understand what she means though by the curling motion and shortly start going faster to chase that feeling, her hand stops helping but it doesn’t leave your underwear. “Does that feel good?”

Oh my fuck, hearing her ask that question while you’re masturbating in her lap is pushing you past the point of sanity. “Yes, yes it feels so good. I don’t wanna stop.”

“No, no don’t stop. Keep going, please.” As she says that she sneakily dips a finger down to your hole to prod and see if you’re wet. You are too preoccupied to notice what she’s done until her hand exits the fabric and you see her own finger enter her mouth. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good.” Your hips jump involuntarily.

“Oh shit N-… oh shit that was hot.” You don’t know what to do about this while situation. You almost said her name, is that too far? She’ll have to deal with whatever happens. “Can I lay back? I can’t hold myself up anymore my stomach is cramping.”

“Yeah hun lay back, here let me help you.” She lays you down and gives your legs a gentle scratch as she runs her blunt nails down the naked length of them to make sure they stay around her hips. “Keep that rhythm on your clit, can I show you something else?” You nod, ready for another addition to your skills. Her finger pulls your underwear to the side and your hole is exposed, “when you fuck yourself it’ll be a different angle, but this is still good.” She wets two of her fingers and slides them inside.

“Oh Na- God! Holy fuck.” You clasp your hand over your mouth.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, say my name - please?” Natalie pleads to you. Her fingers spread inside you and then go in and out exploring your hole.

“Nat, Natalie fuck me holy shit.” You went from touching yourself for her to taking her beautiful, gorgeous fingers. This is your best case scenario.

“Look at me, you feel so good. You’re so tight and wet. Your warm, wet pussy is pulling my fingers in and swallowing my fingers. You were made for them, keep doing what I showed you hun. Don’t look away from me though.” She talked you through the shock of fingers being inside you for the first time. Your hips start rocking and you do your best to maintain eye contact with her.

“Nattie I think I’m gonna cum already, I’m so wound up. I can’t hold it back. I think I’m gonna cum! Please go harder.” You beg the girl inside your cunt.

“It’s okay hun, if you need to cum then you cum for me. Say my name while you cum and look at me.” Your head had dropped for a second, but shot back up the second she said look at me. Your stomach clenches so tight and you feel like your head rush is gonna kill you.

“NAT! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Nat fuck, fuck. Nattie oh my god.” She keeps pushing her fingers into your tight clenching cunt. It lengthens your orgasm and makes your legs shake.

“Hey is y/n in here? OH MY GOD!” Jackie screams as she barges in and covers her eyes, “y/n what the hell are you doing?! You’re supposed to be downstairs drinking with me. Oh god I’m leaving.” She slams the door and footsteps are heard receding down the hallway.

Natalie extracts her fingers and stands before looking at you so apologetically and she’s panicking as she says, “I didn’t even think to lock the door. Fuck I’m so sorry.”

You, breathless, lean up on your elbows, “she’ll get over it. Come show me how to say thank you.”

Natalie runs to lock the door and jumps back on the bed…

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets smut #soft smut #wlw nsft #natalie x reader #smut #wlw smut #natalie scatorccio #barely proofread #natalie scatorccio smut

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monimccoythings · 4 months ago

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A Little Break

Look, out of all the ways I expected my week to go, falling in love with the cocept of a sentient ball of Play-Doh that was made of three different children who were experimented on, that carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and has severe trauma and inferiority complex wasn't on my list. Doey was a great and tragic character, It's been very long since I've last seen some good and complex character. He deserved way better and we were robbed. Out of all the chapters to have different endings depending on your choices, this was the one that should have had that option. I really hope they bring him back if not for Chapter five, for the movie.

I just really had to write something for him, I couldn't get it out of my head. Reader is as gender neutral and as poc friendly as possible, can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic, whatever you wish.

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It had all happened so fast. One moment Doey was there, right in front of you, being his cheery and goofy self, and the other he was groaning in pain as the freezing agents completely reduced his body to a giant block of ice.

Panic flowed through your mind. What had just happened!!??? Did he die??? What were going to tell to the inhabitants of Safe Haven?? Dread filled you at the thought of the Safe Heaven's protector having perished. Your brain went overdrive, brainstorming thousands of ideas to get yourselves out of this predictment.

And then you saw it. Old, heavy and metallic, a valve. Not thinking twice, you aimed your grabpack towards it.

The plastic hand attached itself to the valve with surprising ease, given that by that point it was a bit worse for the wear.

With great effort, the rusty valve, turned with a loud creak that resonated among the empty halls of that prison/laboratory.

"Hurts! HURTS HURTS HURTS!" The giant doughman lamented, panting heavily while doubling over. Your heart ached with sympathy. Slowly, you approached him as if the half a ton super strong and shapeshifting monster was some sort of scared little animal.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked tentatively

"Yeah, yeah, just a nasty spook." It didn't sound very convincing, that freezing agent must had really done a number on him.

"Here, let's sit down for a bit, okay?." You encouraged, grabbing his massive hand with both of yours, ignoring his insistent reassurances that he was fine.

"I SAD I'M FINE." His free hand slammed against the brick wall, leaving a huge crater in the shape of his handprint, a harsh reminder that this creature in front of you wasn't really human, not anymore, and could easily tear you limb from limb with ease if he desired so. You thought you caught a glimpse of sharp red fangs in his usually empty mouth.

It felt like walking on eggshells, you had to measure very carefully your next words, as the usually goofy and kindhearted Doey seemed to be at his wits' end. Yet you couldn't just stand there and move to the next room as if nothing had happened and leave him to deal with his pain alone.

"No, you're not." You tried to keep yourself calm and composed, despite the persistent feeling of terror at his sudden outburst. "You're hurting, you can't keep going on like this. You need to rest."

"I. Can't. They are all depending on me, and time is not on our side. We need to end this now." His words were bitter, sharp, but they didn't have the dangerous edge they had before. That was good, you supposed.

"Please, I know that you carry a heavy burden on your shoulders, but I'd feel more at ease if we took a rest. Just a couple of minutes. Please." You knew it was wrong to take advantage of his Atlas complex and pathological need to take care of those at his charge to manipulate him into doing your bidding, but he needed to rest, no, he deserved to rest, and more so after that very painful experience.

He scrunched his eyes, having some sort of internal fight, before he finally relented with a long suffering sigh.

"Okay, but just a couple of minutes, nothing more."

Dragging his feet like a petulant child, he dropped to the floor, arms crossed, making the floor tremble slightly. You quietly followed and sat close to him, but still keeping some distance, just in case he decided to explode again. Even then, you could feel the coldness emanating from his skin as a result of the ice that had comoletely engulfed him merely seconds ago.

"You're cold." You stated.

"It'll pass." He tried to act nonchalantly, to rest importance to his own suffering, but the wince he let out while changed positions betrayed him.

You quickly disposed of your grabpack, possibly the only protection you had in this place, and quickly made work of your jacket and outershirt.

"Wha- what are you doing-"

"Shhh" You shushed him, drapping your pieces of clothing over his large frame, they looked comically tiny on him, like a baby blanket on a full grown adult. Still, you hoped they'd do the trick. "You said we don't have time to waste, maybe this will help you warm up faster."

He stood silent for a moment, his oval beady eyes made it impossible for you to know what crossed his mind.

"Oh... thank you..." You could tell he wasn't used to this, not being the caregiver. Having been used for so long to put everybody else's needs over his own it now felt awkward to suddenly be offered some comfort. Doey wasn't sure how to properly react to that aside from the obvious words of appreciation.

The two of you just sat in silence for the rest of your 'pause', afraid that if any of you spoke it would break that peaceful moment and bring you back into the harsh reality.

Doey had to reluctantly agree with Poppy on something.

You were truly special.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime doey #doey the doughman #poppy playtime x reader #doey the doughman x reader #can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic

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sparklystarrrr · 2 months ago

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Your Name

Synopsis: As much as the Knight tries to stop loving that human girl, he just can't.

Contains: Knight! Sebek Z. x Fem! Reader, Sebek is a full-fledged Knight, reader is a human, a bit slowburn-ish, confession, mentions of violence/attempted murder of reader, did this take a month to write? maybeeee...

WARNING** This is a super long fic, probably my longest ever!! Hope you enjoy it~

It was hard finding time to go down to the lake, especially with (y/n)'s duties resolving around tending to her family and providing food for the knights. Her family had lived in a petite house rather close to the palace of the Draconia family. It was common to find a soldier being provided food by the girl's parents. On days where all tasks had been completed, she made her way down to the clear glistening lake. Her lavender colored skirt was fluffed out from two or three petticoats beneath it as it flew in the spring time breeze. Flower petals clung to her flowing (h/c) locks while she pranced through tall blades of grass. Her black heeled boots daintily avoided the small flowers hidden by the greenery. If anyone were to see the young woman, they would've assumed her to be but a fairy. Even some type of unicorn beastwoman for that matter. It was too ethereal for a human.

That is what the mint green haired soldier thought as he went back to resuming his training. Young Sebek Zigvolt, the esteemed Knight of Malleus Draconia, was often found training. His designated spot would be in the midst of trees and shrubbery, near the glistening lake that sparkled with blues and greens and reflected the sun. He would swing his sword until sundown, or until General Vanrouge would call him inside for a meal with the rest of the men in the Fae army. He would be drenched in sweat from head to toe. He'd straighten his posture far more than his fatigued mind would let him. The young man pushed himself farther than any soldier had ever even thought of. He'd raised the bar so impossibly high for himself that it would become too much for himself on occasion. But being overwhelmed by the feeling of doubt in himself was to be pushed aside like any other feeling he felt besides honor. Being able to get appointed by Prince Draconia was a great honor, defending him was an honor. It was Sebek Zigvolt's duty to serve Malleus. Nothing more and nothing less.

When Sebek heard the dainty sound of rustling grass and blowing fabric in a place he thought he'd only known of, his curiosity was piqued. It wasn't like the man to let something so trivial diverge his focus from perfecting his duty for the Prince. His sword was sealed away back into its sheath on his hip and he peered through the bushes. There sat the young woman all the soldiers had spoken of. Her description was sprinkled from the men's lips every meal. They spoke of her ethereal beauty, her simple grace and her calm breeze of an aura. He watched her plop down among the flowers and grass blades. He watched how the sun shined so brightly on her softly flushed cheeks. It was so delicate. Like the petals of soft falling flowers.

Her soft giggle whilst playing with the fauna put him in a trance. He shook his head once he realized how long he'd been staring. That woman was dangerous.

"Oh? Is that a soldier?" Her (e/c) eyes squinted in his direction. His breath hitched. Quickly, his first instinct was to hide beneath the bush he'd been peering through and pull his sword out in defense. Her soft giggle floated through the air once more,"No need to be shy Mister Knight, I won't bite." The woman teased. Sebek grunted and rustled out of the greenery. "Bold of you to assume I would think such a thing, Human. I am a knight of Prince Draconia. I am ever fearless of humans, let alone young women." He sheathed his sword once more and frowned down at the women sitting among flowers and imprints in the grass that previously held small animals before they'd ran away at his sudden presence. "What is a human like you doing in the forest? You understand the wildlife around here are vicious."

She only held a soft smile on her plump lips,"I was just taking a breather. Creating meals every single day for you Knights can be tedious at times. You men eat far too much for just myself to cook. I don't believe I have met you yet, have I?" His gloved hand extended to her. Her eyes scanned the sharp green armor on his fingers and carefully took his hand, pulling her up swiftly like she weighed nothing. "I am an appointed Knight of Prince Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt." His voice was monotonous as ever, he said nothing else. It was as if that was all he would be willing to say to her. "Alright then Knight Zigvolt. I assume I should leave for the day, correct? I'll be here tomorrow though. I'd enjoy watching you train once in a while. Goodbye 'till tomorrow, Knight."

Sebek’s breath hitched. He said nothing. He watched as the young lady in lavender chiffons and silks pranced away. The bottom of her heavy petticoats ruffled around her barely visible ankles. Once her ethereal visage had left his view, he huffed a sigh. A low growl bubbled up from deep in his chest. He didn't understand what was going on; why that girl made him feel such a way no other woman would dare. He turned away from the shimmering pond and went back to the training he'd missed out on from talking to the woman. She was a distraction. Her presence would only serve to draw him away from his duty.

As Malleus Draconia's faithful Knight, he would not let anything get in his way of being able to serve the prince to perfection.

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It had been months of the same routine from Spring all the way into Summer. (Y/n) would arrive, this day, with the same graceful smile, in a soft green off the shoulder dress. It collected tiny flowers and leaves at the hems, her revealed arms and chest soaked up the enveloping sun. Her skin glimmered. She would sit perched on a tree branch above him, not too far from the ground so she could easily jump down. She watched as the man swung his sword with exact precision. His muscles flexed through the white linen shirt he wore on occasion. His pronounced collar bones were on full display, radiating the sun's light as if to match her own beaming skin. They'd grown much closer in this time, enough for (y/n) to find out he was only half fae and that he was being taught under General Vanrouge with a human boy named Silver. She got an ear full on the human boy's sleeping tendencies daily.

They'd grown so close that the woman even found it in her humor to tease him, just a bit. She found it enjoyable to watch his boisterous reactions to her words. She'd oftentimes indulge in his pride, commenting on his strength or how he was, in her words, "truly a formidable Knight for Prince Malleus and the Draconia family. It is as well an honor to provide food for you, Knight Sebek". She'd tease him on how he would eat every last crumb of her meals while he would shout back that in order to gain strength one must eat a full meal (with a most obvious sprout of red at the tips of his ears).

He began to escort her back to her home beside the palace every time his training had finished. It was a knight's duty to protect the civilians of his kingdom after all. The woman was just a delicate human in Briar Valley and must have a strong fae knight to be there in her protection, right? It was only natural for Sebek to follow her wherever she went. 'Just in case of emergency' he would say to himself while following her around a petite produce market so she could collect the things she needed.

Though as they drew together, he began showing feelings of dissatisfaction. He became cold. The young woman didn't make much noise as to not alert Sebek, but he knew she was there. Perhaps she was the reason he swung his sword just a bit harder, hit his target a bit more precisely. It was hard for him not to show off his brute strength. I mean, anyone would want to proclaim they were the prince's guard any time of the day wouldn't they? His calloused and scared fingers wrapped firmly around the steel and wooden handle of the blade. His gelled hair tousled just faintly from the sheer strength and force in his movements.

(y/n) swung her legs off the branch. There was something attractive to her about the way he mastered his techniques to full capacity without fail. At the same time, it was greatly admirable.”Knight Zigvolt, your sword wielding ability is truly incredible. One day you ought to teach me." she smiled. Although her words were soft, they reached his fae ears just fine. A hint of pink began to blossom on his defined cheeks, but he stood quiet for the first time as opposed to shouting back in retaliation to her words. His body shook vigorously and his fingers grasped tightly around the handle of his sword. His chest rose and fell and his heavy breathing turned into ragged growls. She sat a bit worried for him, maybe she said something wrong? Whatever the matter, she couldn't get a word out before he softly interrupted.

"You woman... y-you... YOU'VE DESTORYED ME. SOILED MY HONOR. WEAKENED ME. MY DUTY HAS NEARLY WAVERED SINCE ENCOUNTERING YOU, HAVE YOU NO SHAME?!!" He growled. His hand was clutching the handle of his blade as if it was grounding him whilst he shook with anger. She sat slightly shaken, her hands gripped the tree branch she perched on and her swinging legs came to a rest. "I AM A KNIGHT TO THE FAMILY OF DRACONIA, A KNIGHT APPOINTED BY MALLEUS HIMSELF. YOU STAND HERE AND MAKE A FOOL OF ME. YOU ARE BUT A WITCH ACTING AS A HUMAN. THAT IS THE ONLY REASONABLE EXPLAINATION FOR THIS TIGHT FEELING YOU'VE STRUCK IN MY CHEST!!!" And with that, Knight Sebek Zigvolt was off and out of the forest.

He left (y/n) confused. What did he mean by 'the tight feeling in his chest'? Was this something only fae could experience? Most likely not if she felt that tightness too.

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From the days forward leading into a crisp and windy fall, there was no sign of him. He would not appear at their original forest spot. She sat among small squirrels and birds while lamenting about his sudden absence. It was much too quiet. There was no crisp sound of his blade cutting the calm breeze, no loud shouting about how Silver fell asleep again, nothing.

The baby blue dress she wore today covered her from the shoulders to the toes. It absorbed the freshly falling rain as it poured down on her, animals pranced and flew away at the first drops. (y/n) sat all alone in the drenched earth. Her garments clung tight to her skin. For once in the young woman's life she felt lost. The tightness in her chest grew unbearable and nearly suffocating. She realized long ago her feelings for the Knight were more than just friendly. They went far beyond it. She pondered aimlessly on what his angered tirade was about, what he meant by his own tightening chest. Was it from shame? Perhaps anger or resentment? He was an odd man.

The rain fell so hard she couldn't hear the crunching grass from metal footsteps approaching from behind her. The armor was white and shining under the moon which reflected off each and every sparkling raindrop. The air misted around her in stormy clouds while caressing the damp flowers. There was a metallic sound of a dagger being sheathed from it's cover. Each heavy step increased not only in speed but in volume as it approached the somber young woman. There were heavier footsteps making their way to the forest. The woman jumped at the sound of multiple footsteps surrounding her. She turned up to see a white armored man holding a dagger above his head, aiming for her.

Before the weapon could pierce (y/n)'s skull, a strong metallic force pulled her away. Her head was nestled into the crook of the large armored man's neck as his own sword slashed the dagger out of the white armored man's hand. It was all a blurry mess to the woman; her memories were drowned out by the sudden rush of adrenaline and the need to run away. The man in dark green armor wouldn't let him out of his grip until he effectively alerted his men, also dawned on green armor, that the man they needed to capture was in their grasp. Not much was remembered from that night. (y/n) had fainted in the arms of the man holding onto her like his life depended on it.

Unknown to her, than man was none other than Sebek Zigvolt. His arms wrapped under her knees and back, lifting her amidst the rain back to the palace. His face was covered by his now damp and unkempt hair. He looked down with guilt at her unconscious face with rain drops gliding against her supple skin. 'This wasn't meant to happen at all' He thought to himself. (y/n) should never have been in the crossfire of an urgent hunt down of a war criminal. For Seven's sake, she nearly got stabbed to death had he not swooped in to shield her.

'Never again' He vowed as he entered the palace with her draped in his arms.

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By the time morning came, (y/n) had been groggily woken up by the cheeky War General, Sir Vanrouge. He was with the human boy Silver and Prince Malleus. They all looked in distress while General Vanrouge patted their backs, as if he was a father,"She will be alright boys. It was merely shock from near death, not a stab wound." He humored. The two boys next to him groaned at the old fae's way of creating light of the situation. On the other side of the bed stood a pacing Sebek who was shaken to silence. No one had heard him, or rather not heard him like this. It was an odd new light he portrayed himself in. No one had seen Sebek Zigvolt become distressed over the well-being of a human girl before.

Her eyelashes fluttered open softly at sensing the presences in her room. "Eep!-" (y/n) squeaked at the looming boys next to her. "Ah, the girl is awake!" Vanrouge spoke heartily. Sebek's head snapped. His eyes scanned the woman who sat in the plush bed, jumping at the boys staring intently at her awakening. He marched over to her and frowned. "How could you be so foolish as to put yourself in danger's way like that?! The forest is dangerous! You could've been murdered had I not arrived when I did! Humans are so feeble..." He groaned.

"If you detest me you can say that Knight Zigvolt. Your outburst that day is an indication of these new deeply rooted feelings of yours if i'm correct." Her voice became soft, nearly a whisper. It was quiet once again "I see it is our time to leave..." Malleus spoke in a whisper while dragging Silver out with General Vanrouge in tow. Sebek grew confused, stumbling on his words."I- You... What? My lady I assure you that was never the case..." It was her turn to be confused."You weren't? But you screamed at me about how I was "soiling your honor" and "weakened you" If I'm not wrong? What is this change of heart dear Knight?"

He froze at his words being used against him. Sebek knew he’d have to tell the truth sooner or later. After all, everytime he was in her presence it felt like he was stiff as a board. His hands would start to sweat and his face would feel warm. It was unbearable even for a Knight of such prestige. “I spoke on a whim… It is unseemly of myself to make such bold statements. My dearest apologies.” Next thing (y/n) knew he was on his knee with a hand over his heart and his head facing the ground.

She pressed her lips together, ”Stand up Sebek. You did nothing wrong… just why?” He looked up through his short lashes, clearly in shame about something. “It is not something I have the ability to say without shame.” The girl nearly pounced on him at his wavered words. “Sebek just tell me,” Her chest rose and fell while she calmed herself, ”Please..”

He was visibly sweating. The way she had a sort of begging tone in her voice made his heart skip a beat. Under the pressure of her pleading (e/c) eyes he crumbled. “There is an unfamiliar pacing beat in my heart… much louder and quicker around you,” He murmured, ”I’m sure you can infer what I’m trying to telling you.”

Her lips parted, eyes wide. He looked away in shame. “You really do feel that way?” She spoke breathlessly. The knight nodded quietly. She sighed. A smile slid up to her glossy pink lips.”What if I said I feel the same? Would shame still stand?” The young man visibly jumped. His head shot up”What?” A red twinge formed on his pale cheeks. The poor boy started questioning if this moment was even real.

“Then… will you join me in the honor of this relationship Lady…” Sebek suddenly froze… He didn’t know the name of his dear human…

“Knight Sebek, you don’t know my name, do you?” She pressed. He stammered. His hands became clammy,”No… I’m afraid I do not.” There was a tone of shame in his gruff voice. The gentle woman smiled,”Wouldn’t it perhaps be chivalrous to ask?” (y/n) giggled softly. The knight’s cheeks bloomed a red apple color neither of them knew was possible. His eyes burned the sight of her cherry colored lips forming a smile into his head. “Then what is your name, my lady?”

She took his hand in hers,”(y/n) (l/n), sir. Would you like to ask me when I’ll become your wife next?” (Y/n) teased. His face lit up a bright red "L-LADY (Y/N)!!! HOW UN LADY-LIKE!!" He stammered. She giggled at his loud reactions that she loved so much. "Oh please, I kid." She spoke softly. His hand landed just above his heart and he sighed. "I never disagreed..." He spoke just under his breath. "Hm? What was that?" "Nothing my lady! I must be off to training now, General Vanrouge waits for no one. Good day!" He said stiffly with a salute as if General Vanrouge really did just call upon him. He marched off in his normal knightly manner while (y/n) grinned gently. 'He knows my name...' she thought with a mushy, love sick expression, 'I did not kid about awaiting his marriage proposal... it seems he was not against it either.. How joyous!'

Idk why I always end up writing so much for Sebby boy he's one of the characters I love writing abt

Not only that but I adore the Knight and Princess/maiden dynamic... I'm literally his princess no one can take that from me he's MY KNIGHT MINE MINE MINE

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venusentranced · 3 months ago

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THE JONGHO ONE OMG. I’m on the floor. I’m gasping for air. You’re doing great. 🥹

I loved the bit about him not being very vocal but when he does moan it’s angelic. Could I possibly request a fic where the reader is overstimming him and soothing him through it with lots of praise? And he gradually has a holder time holding back his moans throughout the fic. 👉👈

‧₊˚ ┊i’m a month late but i will always come back to you! it’s a short drabble because i’ve been super busy + had writers block on and off which has made it a little difficult but i would never leave you hanging (i did not proofread again)

jongho’s upper body rests against the headboard, staring at you with glassy eyes and wet lips. your hand is wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, slowly but deliberately stroking his through to his second orgasm. a whimper escapes him at the feeling, his skin is covered in a sticky sheen, a mixture of cum, spit and precum makes him perfectly slick for your hand to work him until he’s singing like a song bird. you lean forward, kissing his soft lips which distracts him just long enough for you to squeeze his tip and gently press your thumb into his slit. a gasp breaks your kiss and you laugh softly at his immediate reaction, he whines at the slight pain before slowly melting back into the pleasure of the stimulation. his hand reaches out to grab your wrist, “i’m close…” he whispers. a barely audible hum vibrates through your chest, your pace speeding up to push him over the edge; his eyes screw shut, his hand flying to cover his mouth with a subtle slap. his body shakes and he slides down the bed a bit, not getting very far with you between his legs. white string rope out of him, dribbling down your hand and to his thighs. when his cum stops flowing you twist your wrist once more, making your way back up to the head of his cock to spread the fluid all over again. “no it’s too much!” he yelps, sitting up abruptly and looking down at your hand. you smile innocently at him, kissing his cheek while you continue the motion. “i just want to hear your pretty voice, baby.” your voice is calm and full of adoration, watching him slowly fall back against the pillows and headboard. you don’t often push jongho which is why he gives in with no fight, allowing you to stroke and squeeze his sensitive or overstimulated dick despite the fact that it’s starting to hurt a bit. a few small gasps and whimpers run away from him in the beginning, gradually going up in volume as his nerves start to feel like they’re on fire and whimpers turn to whines until eventually… “ah!” a shaky moan rakes its way through him. “oh, there you go!” you encourage, basking in the sounds that continue to spill out of him like a broken water fountain. you kiss his jaw and neck, adding a bit more pleasure to help get him back to the edge of bliss. his ‘mm’s and ‘ah’s get progressively louder until he’s moaning your name. the third orgasm absolutely wrecks him, his body shakes and his skin turns red from the temperature, his whimpers go from pleasured to pained when your hand isn’t immediately removed. “you’re such a good boy,” you praise, moving your hand to his thigh and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “you did so good, thank you for letting me hear you.” your continued adoration and affection earns a weak smile from the boy, he pulls you in for a hug and melts into your touch.

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especially-obsessed · 2 months ago

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Sundress

Summary: Jeremy sees you in a whole new way <3

Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert x reader

Warnings: fluff! fluff! fluff!

Word count: 2.5k

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The heat of the summer day was suffocating as Jeremy wiped down tables outside the Mystic Grille. Sweat clung to his skin, and the air felt thick, like he was walking through a sauna. It’s just another afternoon shift, busy as usual with people coming in and out, laughing, chatting, and making a mess he’ll have to clean up. Nothing new, nothing special.

He’s focused on the task at hand, scrubbing a table near the curb, when he notices Elena and Caroline walking down the street, laughing, with Bonnie trailing behind them. At first, he doesn’t think much of it, his mind too preoccupied with the work he’s trying to get done. But then, his eyes land on you.

You’re walking a little slower than the others, gaze not entirely on them, and for a moment, he can’t help but watch. Everything else falls away. He feels it; a shift in the air, in the way his heart starts to beat faster. You’re wearing a cute summer dress, and it hits him like a punch to the gut.

It’s not tight, but it hugs your body in all the right places, showing off curves in a way that feels… different. He tries to look away, but he can’t help it. His eyes keep tracing your figure, the way the fabric swishes around your legs with every step. You’re not super skinny, but you don't need to be. Your curves are perfect; confident, full, the way they were meant to be.

Your hips sway with each step, and it’s almost like you’re moving in slow motion, with an effortless grace that makes Jeremy’s chest tighten. He follows the flow of your dress, the way it catches the light, and he realizes he’s standing there, frozen. He can’t seem to move, can’t seem to breathe.

What the hell is going on with him?

You’re just Elena’s friend. That’s it. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. But the way you walk, the way your hair falls in loose waves around your face, the way the sunlight makes you look like you’ve stepped out of some dream? It’s too much.

He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his rag tighter, as if it could steady him, as if it could make the racing thoughts stop. But it doesn’t work. Nothing works.

You keep walking, figure slowly disappearing down the street, and Jeremy’s left standing there, frozen in the middle of his afternoon shift. It’s like the world just shifted, and he doesn’t know what to do with it.

He shakes his head, trying to clear the image of you in that dress, but it lingers stubbornly, like an echo.

Matt comes around the corner, his voice snapping him out of the daze. “Jeremy, get back to work, man,” he says, looking at him like he’s completely spaced out.

He nods quickly, his heart still hammering in his chest as he tries to get back to his job. He focuses on the tables, on the customers, on anything that doesn’t involve you. But his thoughts? They’re all tangled up in that image. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to shake it.

After a fun girls' night out at the Mystic Falls fundraiser, you find yourself lounging on Elena’s couch, Caroline and Bonnie by your side. You’re still buzzing with excitement from the evening, laughing about the most ridiculous moments, and savoring the peaceful end to the busy night. The house is quiet except for your voices, and it’s a rare kind of calm that settles over you. You hadn’t planned to stay here tonight, but now that you’re here, it feels nice. Comfortable. Safe.

You’re in the middle of another one of those stories—Caroline gesturing wildly as she recounts something from the fundraiser—when the sound of the front door opening cuts through the air. All of you pause and turn your heads in unison.

Jeremy.

He’s just getting home from his shift at the Mystic Grille, and the second he walks in, you can’t help but stare at him. At first, it’s like he doesn’t even register that you’re all here. He’s got his head down, eyes focused on the ground, and his posture seems distant, like he’s lost in thought. His gaze doesn’t meet yours right away, and it’s almost like he’s in his own world.

But then, his eyes shift.

When he finally looks up, your eyes lock. For a split second, you wonder if he even recognizes you. But then something changes. His expression softens, and you swear you can see the moment when his attention zeroes in on you. The way he looks at you makes you feel like he’s seeing you for the first time.

You’re not sure if he realizes how long he’s staring, but you can feel it. There’s this lingering weight in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s not like anything you’ve ever felt before, and you’re not entirely sure how to respond to it. You suddenly become acutely aware of everything about yourself; how you’re sitting, how you’re dressed. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

You’re wearing a sundress tonight. Not your usual jeans or sweatshirt, but something simple and cute, something you felt confident in. It fits you perfectly. Nothing too fancy, but it’s flattering in all the right ways. And you can tell it’s not going unnoticed by Jeremy. His eyes sweep over you, slow and deliberate, and it makes your nerves spike. The way he looks at you is different, like you’re someone unfamiliar to him.

Someone new.

His mouth opens to say something, but it comes out all wrong. “Uh—hey,” he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper, like he’s unsure of what to say.

You swallow hard, your own nerves making your voice a little shaky as you offer him a small smile. But it’s obvious something’s off. Jeremy’s acting… weird. Awkward. It’s not like him.

Caroline, ever the observant one, immediately picks up on it. “What’s up with you, Jeremy?” she teases, a grin pulling at her lips. It’s lighthearted, but there’s a spark of curiosity in her voice.

You glance at him again, trying to figure out what’s going on. His face is flushed, his movements stilted as he shifts on his feet. You can’t tell if he’s just tired from his shift or if something’s bothering him. All you know is that the tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife.

Elena, her gaze narrowing slightly, speaks up next. “Jeremy, are you on drugs again?” She questions, her tone sharp, a little too on edge.

Jeremy freezes, his expression hardening immediately. His eyes flash, and you can see the defensiveness rise within him. “No!” he snaps, his voice a little too loud, too quick. And then, without another word, he turns and retreats, practically bolting up the stairs.

The suddenness of it all leaves a strange silence in the room. You blink, not quite sure what just happened, as you watch him disappear up the stairs. You know something’s off. He’s never acted like that before (except for when he really was smoking weed behind the school). He especially didn’t act that way when Elena or Jena had company. Usually, he’s quiet, reserved, but steady. But tonight? Tonight, he looks like he’s fighting something internally.

You glance at Caroline and Bonnie, who are both looking after him in equal confusion. Caroline raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Well, that was weird,” she mutters, but there’s something else there too. Maybe she’s wondering if she missed something, too.

The girls go back to their chatter, but you’re lost in your thoughts, trying to make sense of it. Why was he acting like that? Why did he look at you like you were something unfamiliar, and what does it mean that he’s been on your mind all night?

Later that night, after the others had fallen asleep, the house settled into a quiet, almost eerie calm. The sound of the occasional rustle of trees outside is the only thing that breaks the stillness. You slip out from the warm embrace of Elena’s couch, your bare feet making barely a sound on the wooden floors. The night is still fresh in your mind—the laughter, the joking, the lingering glances—but now, there’s a soft pull toward the kitchen. You’re thirsty. Parched. A glass of water is all you need.

The coolness of the air hits you immediately when you step into the kitchen. The silence here feels peaceful, welcoming. You fill a glass from the faucet, the water glistening in the dim light from the refrigerator. You’re about to take a sip when you hear the softest sound behind you, and freeze.

Your eyes meet across the kitchen, and for a second, time seems to slow. There’s a moment of stillness between you and Jeremy. His face is just as surprised as yours. His usually composed expression is replaced with something a little more disoriented, his chest rising and falling as he stands there in the wide entryway.

The awkwardness hangs thick in the air, and neither of you speaks for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“Hey,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence, your nerves barely contained.

Jeremy blinks, clearly startled. “Uh—uhm, hey,” he stammers, his hand rising to rub the back of his neck as he glances at the floor, clearly trying to avoid your gaze.

You step forward, closing the distance between you, your heart unexpectedly racing. “You were acting weird earlier,” you tease, a playful edge to your voice.

Jeremy looks at you, clearly flustered, his face going a little red. “What? I wasn’t—” His voice cracks, betraying his nerves.

“You totally were,” you confirm, stepping even closer to him, unable to stop the teasing smile spreading across your lips. Watching him squirm a little feels almost too good.

He tries to keep his composure, but you can tell he’s struggling to breathe normally. His body is taut, his hands fidgeting by his sides as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. The tension between you both is so palpable, it makes your heart race even faster.

You take another step forward, now standing right in front of him. The closeness catches you both off guard, the space between you so thin you can feel the warmth of his body against yours.

You realize you're wearing one of his old t-shirts—Elena had let you borrow it because you didn’t bring any extra clothes. It’s slightly too big for you, hanging loosely off your shoulders, the hem grazing the tops of your thighs. You can feel it move with every breath you take, and with him so close, you can’t ignore the soft, comforting scent that lingers on the fabric, reminding you of him.

Before you can stop yourself, you stand on your tiptoes, closing the remaining distance between you both and brushing your lips against his. The kiss is soft, tentative at first, a fleeting moment that leaves both of you in a daze. But then, something shifts. The heat between you both flares, and you feel Jeremy's hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he’s finally giving in to the tension that’s been building between you.

His kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, your pulse racing as his hand slides up to your neck, holding you just slightly in place. He takes control now, guiding you effortlessly until he lifts you onto the kitchen island counter.

The cool marble surface meets the backs of your legs, but it’s barely a distraction compared to the heat building between you both. His body presses into yours, so close you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest. His strong frame towers over you, his breath coming in short bursts as he leans in, his chest brushing against yours. You can feel the weight of his body, the firmness of his muscles, and the warmth radiating off him. Every inch of his body feels like it's pulling you deeper into the moment. The tension between you both is palpable, thickening the air with every movement.

His hands are strong on your waist, grounding you as his lips continue to move against yours, taking control of the kiss. You can feel his heartbeat speeding up, matching yours. His touch is sure and possessive, pulling you closer as if you belong there with him. Every shift, every subtle movement brings you both even closer together. The space between you vanishes, replaced with a simmering heat.

You respond to him instinctively, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt. You let him guide you deeper into the kiss, his lips gentle but demanding, pulling more from you with each moment.

But just as his hand slides up your inner thigh, working your legs apart, a soft voice breaks through the intensity.

“y/n?”

The world comes crashing back. You pull away, eyes wide with shock, as you turn toward the entryway. Caroline stands there, her eyes wide in disbelief, her mouth hanging open.

You glance back at Jeremy, and he looks like a deer caught in headlights. He’s frozen, unable to form words, and the air between you is thick with embarrassment. His hand was still resting on your thigh.

You refused to look over at Caroline. You were flushed, the heat in your cheeks overwhelming. You shift your gaze down and rest your forehead on his shoulder, hands clutching at his biceps. But you couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged at your lips. You were both in this awkward mess, and yet... there’s something thrilling about it.

Caroline, bewildered but clearly enjoying herself, raised an eyebrow. “Well, this is just...” She grins wide, savoring the scene before her, before giving a teasing wink and turning to leave.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered over her shoulder, her voice dropping in a playful tone. “I won’t tell anyone.”

You both listened to Caroline’s soft footsteps as she made her way back to the living room where Elena and Bonnie still slept soundly, leaving the two of you in the kitchen, the air still thick with the weight of the moment. Jeremy doesn’t move. Neither of you speaks for a long, drawn-out second.

You finally lifted you head from his shoulder and glance up at him, your heart still racing. He looked just as stunned as you felt. His face is still flushed, his chest rising and falling with the weight of the moment.

“Guess we’re not getting away with that one,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jeremy gives you a soft smile, his eyes lingering on yours with a warmth that makes your breath catch. His hands slide to your hips, fingers curling gently around them as he gives you a slow, reassuring squeeze. Then he leans in, so close you can feel the heat of him, his breath brushing across your face. His lips press a tender kiss to your forehead, and you can feel the smile on his lips.

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a/n: scared to write smut so this is what keeps happening <3

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ageofmurph · 2 months ago

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Brandy, You’re A Fine Girl.

19th century sailor!soap x fem!reader

synopsis: you live in a small port town, loving a man who's not around.

semi-angsty, sexual content, 3.4k words.

(this was supposed to be a super short drabble using brandy by the looking glass but i guess that story just got me really good, and here we are. i was gonna cut it down a bit before i remembered the distressing lack of soap fics on here. # be the change you want to see in the world)

dividier by @strangergraphics !

You’d spent your entire life by the ocean. Watching the tides bring sailors in before carrying them back out on their ships. Wishing you could go with them, even if only in search of him.

The sailors travelling into town keep you entertained enough, especially when you serve them more whiskey than necessary. The young and rowdy ones try to win you over with different stories of the sea, stories of whales and tidal waves.

The young men loudly proclaim it while the seasoned sailors gently murmur it to you when you bring them another round, but they all tell you that your beauty is enough to steal any sailor away from the sea. But you could never be swayed; not when the solid presence of the silver braided chain that sits steadily on your chest against the beat of your heart was all that remained. Not when you can open up the locket and see ‘Johnny’ engraved inside of the locket.

You remember it was summertime the first time he anchored in the port. The gentle breeze carried the smell of salt through town in a way that reminded you of chasing after birds to the shore as a child rather than of the cruel whip and sting of sea spray during a winter storm. He sailed in on a cutter that had been weathered with time, decorated in a paint that was a deep blue in some places and a faded, chipped mess in others. A' Bhean Uasal Gorm was painted on the side in beautiful cursive lettering.

You heard him before you saw him; a booming laugh at the market on a Sunday morning, a deep voice talking proudly in a Scottish accent down at the docks. You learned through murmurings in town that he was a trader from the Highlands stopping to rest and restock before the final stretch to somewhere exotic, somewhere that you would only ever dream of.

The first time you saw him you stopped short. Tan skin loosely covered by a thin old poet shirt, untied and revealing more of his chest than modest, and a flowing blue kilt. His hair was shaved on the sides with a strip down the middle that was wavy and untamed, just long enough to twirl around your finger. He was tall and broad. Strong, full in the way physical labour demands. His body was speckled with dark hair. Beautiful by all measures.

He had brought gifts that summers day that he showed up, from faraway places that were otherworldly to those of you tethered to the port. He traded some of his treasures and others he simply gave away, to strangers he had never met before and would never meet again.

The first night that he came into the tavern, he walked right up to you and introduced himself. Johnny MacTavish. You could still hear him saying it; the way his mouth moved around the vowels in a lilt that you had never heard before. You longed to hear him say your own name.

You let him distract you from work all night. He was a shameless flirt, saying your name as often as he could, moving just slightly too close to be casual, flexing his biceps when he caught you looking, calling you a ‘bonnie lass’ any chance he got (not that you knew what it meant).

But while he flirted and teased, shamelessly showing off and demanding your attention, he told you stories of his travels. Johnny was beside himself when he told you stories of the things he’d seen; glaciers and waterfalls and fjords that stretched so high they kissed the clouds. He told you of dolphins and seabirds and schools of the biggest fish you could imagine. He told you of swells taller than the fjords, open waters so calm on days so clear you could see your reflection in the water, and being so far from land that there was nothing else as far as the eye could see. He told you of the deafening roar of a storm, and the all encompassing silence of still waters on a clear and windless day. He told you of crew mates, and solo sailing, and pirates.

You felt every word that came out of his mouth. Saw the ocean reflected in his eyes. You could hear every bird call, feel every spray, see every sunrise and sunset on the water. You fell for him through his stories.

You'd taken him home after that first night in the tavern- something you had never done before. You told him just as much. It felt like you were ripping your chest open and asking him to reach in and grab your heart.

But he was an honest man and he told you the truth; that he was thrilled by you much in the same way that he was with the ocean. That he saw a fierceness in you, something enduring and formidable. He would give himself to you, learn you in this way and devote himself completely to you for this time, but he made it clear that he couldn't stay, no matter what happened. No harbour was his home; he belonged out at sea. You did your best to understand.

Johnny was slow and gentle when he made love to you that night. He took his time with you, getting you ready and wanting. He undressed you and laid you down on the bed, holding himself up above you to kiss you before moving his lips down your body. He lingered at your breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth.

He moved further down, holding your thighs in his strong arms as he buried his head between your legs. You looked down at him, at his body; powerful sculpted muscles that rippled with each movement.

You found that he was a firm and steadfast presence all night. Something you could anchor yourself to.

When he pressed into you, surrounding you in a way that stopped you from seeing anything other than him, the stretch of him brought tears to your eyes. His lips brushed yours as you panted, breathing in each other’s air as you tried to adjust to the pain and he tried to stay calm despite the tight warm squeeze you had on him. Once you adjusted his thrusts were slow and deep, letting you feel every ridge and vain of him. Johnny murmured encouragements and sweet things in your ear, ghosted his lips along your neck, caressed the peak of your nipple and circled your clit as the pressure of your second release slowly built up in your stomach.

As he looked into your eyes on a particularly firm and deep thrust your mind went blank. All you could see, hear, and feel were Johnny and the ocean. You could see it fall and rise. You saw its raging glory.

The rest of the week that Johnny was anchored in town followed that routine, until he took you down to the dock on the day he left. You stood on the edge of the dock while he stood on the hull below you, still close enough to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Tell me where you’re going again?” Your voice was quiet. Anything to get him to stay for even a minute longer.

Johnny indulged you, stepping closer and circling your waist with his arms, resting his hands just above your rear.

“Cantabria, in Spain. It’s in th’ north.”

“What are you going to do there?” You reached out and ran you fingers through his strip of hair. He blinked for a second longer than natural and leaned into your touch.

“Whi’ever, really. Trade, meet new folk, see th’ country. A’ve never bin before. But it’s more aboot th’ journey there, lass.”

“How long will it take?” You started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Three months. Mibbe more.”

You sighed.

“Will you…” you focused your vision on where your other hand sat on his shoulder, “Will you be back?”

“Aye, bonnie. Soon as ah can.”

You leaned down and kissed him, offering up everything that you were just for him. He seemed to do the same.

“Wait for me?”

You nodded quick and hard before pulling him in for another kiss, this one more desperate than the last. You stayed at the dock until he wasn’t visible anymore, past the horizon.

You tried to continue on like normal in the months that Johnny was away. Though it seemed he flipped your life upside down; the sailors travelling in and out no longer entertained you. Their stories outright bored you. You missed Johnny’s touch, his voice, his weight on top of you, his eyes. You couldn’t remember what life had been like before him.

You saw beauty in the sea now. Before Johnny you’d mostly ignored it; growing up beside it your entire life led you to barely even notice it. Such a constant that it no longer occurred to you. But now, you went down to the dock as often as you could. You watched the tides come in and out, watched the waves break.

You saw Johnny when you looked at the ocean; strong, wild, unbeatable and untameable. While Johnny was gone you never felt truly alone, not when you were by the ocean, the only thing that connected you to him while he was away.

It was late Autumn when he returned, and this visit was much the same as the first. He brought gifts for everyone again; treasures of all sorts from the north of Spain. For you, he brought a silver locket hanging on a braided chain of the finest silver.

He gave it to you the first time you laid together in the afterglow since he had been back. Johnny had finally invited you to his boat, and you found the inside was far nicer than you’d thought; homier than you pictured, a welcoming warmth to it. It brought you peace of mind to know that Johnny still had a comfort when he was out at sea, not just a paper thin mattress covered by a dry rotted quilt in a dinky, mouldy cabin.

You were laying together, touching each other in any way you could, when he started to get up.

“What are you doing?”

“Hold oan, bonnie. Got something for ye.”

You watched him from the bed as he moved around the cabin searching for something, as naked as the day he was born. He seemed to be somehow stronger than the last time you had seen him.

“Can you come back to bed? It’s freezing, Johnny.”

“Hang oan. Ahm tryin’ tae mind where ah put it.”

He held his hand behind his back when he finally came back to bed.

“Alright, hold yer hand out an’ shut yer eyes.”

“Can’t you just give it to me?”

“Why wid ah dae that when this is so much more romantic? Just dae it fur Christ’s sake.”

You relented and felt something cold and solid land in your palm, followed by the coil of something lighter. You opened your eyes. It was the most beautiful piece of jewellery you’d ever seen. Beautiful engravings adorned the outside and it shone even in the dark.

“Open it up, bonnie.”

Johnny sounded nervous for the first time since you’d met him.

The inside revealed his name engraved in beautiful swirling cursive lettering on one side. The other side held a tiny photograph cut to shape and size. You looked closer and saw a portrait of Johnny; waist-up and from a slight distance, you could see the bright smile he wore, the one that you loved so dearly. His hair was as messy as ever, and his posture was tall and brave. The portrait had captured him joyful and proud- just as you knew him to be.

“Ah found it at a market an’ it made me think o’ye. Ah, erm, got ma picture taken in town. Thought it might be nice for ye tae have something tae mind me by.”

“Put it on for me?” Your voice was wet with unshed tears. You held it up for him to grab as you sat up and moved your hair out of the way.

He followed suit and sat up behind you, clasping the locket around your neck. He leaned forwards and gently kissed your shoulder.

You leaned back into him and he embraced you so tightly you thought you might stop breathing. You needed him to hold you that way.

“Ah missed ye sae much, bonnie. Thought aboot ye th’entire time- aboot comin’ back tae ye.” His hand snaked around your front, ghosting it over the top of your thigh and inching it closer to your centre.

You sighed heavily and nodded, urging him to continue.

“Ah fucked ma hand thinkin’ aboot you. Aboot the noises ye made, how bein’ inside ye felt, th’look on yer face when ye came aroond me. Wanted tae taste ye again so bad.”

Johnny was panting now. His fingers gently circling your pulsing clit. You’d never even imagined someone could say such vulgar things, let alone imagined that it would get you so hot.

He slipped a finger inside of you and your breath caught. Then another, then a third before he started pumping them in and out in a way that made your spine cave in on itself.

That night was long, and the next morning you were gently rocked awake by the movements of the boat. The empty space next to you urged you to get up.

You found him sitting at the bow, looking out at the sunrise against the water. You draped a blanket over the two of you, uselessly trying to stave off the cold Autumn chill. His broad palm reached over and grasped the fat of your thigh, pulling you closer. You sat there together, unmoving, for a long time.

You spent three miraculous weeks together, never apart and intertwined in ways you hadn’t known were possible. Your entire world shifted when you met Johnny. It was useless to try and explain it to yourself. There were simply no words in any language that could describe what you felt for each other.

His last night anchored in town was immeasurably harder than the last night on his previous trip. This time you both knew he wouldn’t be coming back.

You knew that he was unwavering in his love for you. Knew that he believed it could move mountains and part seas if he needed it to. He had told you that he was certain that he could find you no matter where you were on this earth- that there was something cosmic and undeniable that tethered you to each other. A piece of you was forever anchored in his heart.

But his honesty still didn’t falter.

“Ma life is the sea, bonnie. These sea legs barely ken how tae walk oan land anymore.”

You did your best to understand. Vowing to yourself never to be so selfish as to ask him to stay. He belonged out at sea. The open ocean was his home, and it would go against all of your love for him to try and deny him of that.

The last night that you spent together before he sailed out was the most punishing and beautiful night of your life.

Your tears began mingling with his the last time you made love. The stretch of his cock felt as wicked as ever, soundly pressed against every surface of your walls, hitting each spot over and over again. Johnny's eyes locked onto yours, seeing you in your entirety- parts of you that would have never otherwise known the light of day.

He moaned loud and unrestrained as your walls gave him a particularly tight squeeze.

“Fuckin’ chokin’ me, bonnie, Christ almighty.”

“I want... want you to cum inside of me.” You spoke quietly, feeling bashful about the request.

He moaned even louder, and slowed his thrusts to a gentle roll.

“Cannae say shite like that tae me unless ye mean it, bonnie.” He sounded pained, choked.

“I mean it, Johnny.” He sped up again, thrusting harder this time. “I want to feel you- need to feel all of you.”

You knew it was almost over, and soon he would be leaving you. His thrusts grew more frantic, more desperate. He knew it would be the last time, too.

He started speaking to you in a voice that you hadn’t heard from him before. There was a pleading tone, one of defeat. It almost sounded like a prayer.

“Iarr orm fuireach. Mas e do thoil e. Iarr orm fuireach agus nì mi.”

You hadn’t heard him speak in his native tongue before. It felt like you’d had the wind knocked straight out of you. He held your cheek in his palm, gently caressing it with his thumb, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Dhutsa. Rud sam bith dhut. An-còmhnaidh. Dìreach iarr orm fuireach.”

The desperation and need in Johnny’s voice sounded like he was out of control, like he didn’t even know he had slipped into his native language.

You felt a tug in your heart at his words, despite not understanding them. The sense that he was gathering himself in his hands and holding it up to you in offering, raw and pure and wholly open, washed over you like the break of a wave that had been forming since the beginning of time.

“I’ll be here waiting for you, Johnny. Always. You can always come back to me.” You softened your voice, whispering in his ear. A loud moan forced it’s way out of his chest, a beautiful and melodic sound. You came together, grasping at any skin you could get your hands on. He came inside of you, hot and full, and you came around him, squeezing him with all of the strength in your body.

Johnny left in the early hours of the morning without waking you. He hadn’t fallen asleep that night, and spent the last couple of hours in town watching you as you slept. Memorising every detail on your body. Memorising the feeling of you hair running over his fingers. Memorising the steady beat of your heart and the constant rise and fall of your chest. If anything was going to keep him from the ocean, it was going to be you. But you hadn’t understood when he’d asked you earlier. Maybe a part of him did that on purpose, knowing that he would’ve said yes in a heartbeat if you had asked him. Deep in his chest he knew that no matter how badly he wished he could stay, wished he could be with you, he would never be able to give you the life you deserved. His love for you couldn’t override his nature.

He was restless, and wild. Reckless to a fault, risking far too much in storms he knows he shouldn’t be facing. While he would never grow tired of you, he would grow tired of his surroundings. And it wasn’t fair to make promises to you that he would come back when even he couldn’t predict what might happen on a voyage- what the ocean might do.

He knew he couldn’t give you what you deserve, what you need. So he knew he had to leave.

After he finished dressing just before dawn Johnny took one last look at you. He leaned down and caressed your head gently, feeling you one last time. His lips ghosted your ear as he whispered to you.

“Smaoinichidh mi ort. Is leatsa mo chridhe.”

All you could bring yourself to do that day was sit at the dock and look out at the horizon. More than once you convinced yourself you could see his boat floating out there, but he was long gone. The only traces of Johnny were the locket, and the smell of the sea that he left in your bed.

You waited for Johnny for a long time after that. Years, truthfully. Your love for him never faltered, you never questioned it- but you slowly stopped expecting to see his blue cutter sail into the port.

Still, he was always on your mind. You prayed that he was safe, and that he was looking after himself at sea. You prayed you might see him again one day.

You spent your life working at the tavern, wandering the silent town after closing and loving a man who wasn’t around.

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home alone | stepbro!anakin x reader (pt 2)

word count: 3k

warnings: MDNI 18+, stepcest, dubcon, mild masturbation, choking, fingering, slight praise, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, ending is super rushed, dead dove do not eat

summary: a week has passed since anakin snuck into your room and it hasn't left your mind since.

pt. 1 here

it's been a week since your late night encounter with anakin, and the memory of it lingers in your mind, evoking a mix of emotions each time you think about it. the space between you and anakin feels different now, a subtle tension that hangs in the air, unspoken yet palpable.

as you and anakin sit together on the couch, the atmosphere in the room becomes increasingly stifled by the uncomfortable silence that hangs between you. the weight of unspoken emotions and desires lingers in the air, making it difficult to focus on the show playing on the television screen.

just as the silence reaches its peak, the sound of your parents' voices breaks through, signaling their arrival in the living room.

"alright, we're gonna go to the grocery store. we'll be back in an hour." your stepmother spoke with a small smile. you both nodded in response and she grabbed her car keys and purse, your dad following closely behind her.

time seemingly stood still, the silence almost deafening. you and anakin both just sat there in silence, not knowing what to say. you couldn't help but take a glance at the way that anakin was positioned on the couch. his legs spread apart as he leaned back and propped his arm up against the back of the couch. the other arm rested on his stomach, his eyes glued to the television. he was making it clear he wasn't moving any time soon but he was still staring at the television. just looking at him made you all hot and bothered. you couldn't help but stare, your eyes glued on him. anakin caught your attention and he just gave you a little smile, as if he knew exactly what you were looking at.

you couldn't help but remember that night anakin entered your room. your mind flowed with thoughts about him and how good he made you feel. the memories of anakin's lips on your neck, the way his breath tickled your neck everytime he spoke and his big hands gripping your hips as he rocked your needy pussy against his pulsing cock. the memory of it was electrifying, yet somehow it made you nervous as you thought of your boyfriend and what you had done. you still felt a little guilty regarding the whole thing.

you were pulled back into reality by anakin's voice.

"hey," his voice was calm, yet firm. "i said 'pass the remote.' " anakin's hand reaches towards you and he began to flex his fingers, as if he was impatient to get the remote. you mumble a meek "sorry" as you slowly passed him the remote, your fingers accidentally brushed against his.

"what were you thinking about?" anakin asks, the light from the tv casting a faint blue glow onto his face.

"nothing." you respond. anakin tilted his head at you and smirked. he didn't believe you and he had already begun to wonder about what you and he had done. he was starting to piece things together in his head.

"are you sure? you've been very tense lately." he raised an eyebrow at you. his eyes darted up and down your body and you could see him taking in every detail of you.

"i'm fine." you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you as you tried to act normal around anakin.

"ok," he mumbles as he turns his attention back to the tv. "i'm sure it has nothing to do with last week, right?" his voice was filled with a taunting tone. without missing a beat, you shoot up from the couch and head towards the stairs.

"i'm gonna shower."

anakin just sat there and watched you run away from the situation. his eyes were filled with amusement at your reaction. he continued to lounge, seemingly not minding the fact that you didn't answer his question.

you rushed up the stairs and into your bathroom, shutting the door behind you. you took in a deep breath, closing your eyes and releasing the tension in your body. you let the water run and began removing your clothes. the sound of rushing water fills the bathroom as you turn on the shower, its steamy embrace enveloping the space. you felt the need to cleanse yourself, getting rid of the feeling that was slowly eating away at you. as the steam begins to fill the space, you strip away each item of clothing, your wet underwear clinging to your skin like a second skin. the sensation of the damp fabric against your heated flesh only heightens the arousal pulsating through your veins.

you reach down with a single finger and trail it through your sensitive folds. the touch of your own slickness against your skin sends a jolt of pleasure through your body. the soft moan that escapes your lips is drowned out by the sound of the running water as you continue to tease yourself, letting your finger dance along your wet, puffy lips.

carefully, you step into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over your naked body. with one hand pressed against the tiled wall for support, your other hand ventures below, delving into the depths of desire. fingers glide over your slick folds, exploring every curve and crevice with painstaking precision.

the comforting hiss of the shower carries away your soft, unrestrained moan as you slide a finger inside of yourself. lost in your own world of ecstasy, you're completely unaware of the delicate sound of the bathroom door opening and closing.

anakin entered the bathroom, his eyes instantly locked on you. he couldn't help but take in the scene in front of him. you squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth slightly to let out a few soft whimpers. you were completely oblivious to his presence.

anakin slowly began to remove his clothes. he steps into the shower silently and leans in close to your ear.

"having fun?"

you quickly turned to the sound of anakin's voice and your eyes fell on him standing behind you in the shower. before your mind had the chance to think, anakin pushes you up against the cold, tile wall.

"w-what are you doing." your breath hitches slightly as you stutter out your question, the vulnerability in your tone evident.

"what am i doing?" anakin whispers, his voice low and husky. "what were you doing?" he tilts his head as he speaks.

you leave anakin's question unanswered, a charged silence lingers between you. without breaking eye contact, anakin reaches out and delicately takes your finger into his mouth. the warmth and wetness of his mouth envelop you, sending an electric current coursing through your veins. anakin's tongue glides against your skin, his gentle sucking causing your breath to hitch. his eyes never leave yours, his gaze both intense and inviting, as if daring you to give in to the overwhelming sensuality of the moment.

anakin releases your finger from his mouth, a soft pop resonating in the air, and his lips curve into a knowing smile.

"if you needed help you could've just asked." he purrs, his voice lowered to a sinful whisper.

"no, ani," you assert firmly, your voice laced with a touch of frustration. "i need you to leave. we can't keep doing this." despite the conflicted feelings stirring within your core, you stand your ground.

"oh, spare me the act," he retorts, his voice taking on a sharp edge. "don't act like you don't want it."

"i'm serious, anakin. this needs to stop," you assert, looking him straight in the eye, your voice carrying a harshness that belies the turmoil within.

"you wanna be like that, hm?" anakin's expression darkens as frustration turns to anger. his hand jumps up, fingers wrapping firmly around your throat, exerting just enough pressure to convey his control. he doesn't squeeze too tightly, but the firmness of his grip sends a jolt of unsuspected arousal coursing through your body.

"stop being such a prude," he murmurs, his voice a seductive growl. anakin sees the small glint of fear in your eyes and loosens his grip on your throat, but a possessive hold remains. his other hand, no longer an aggressive force, moves with a deceptive gentleness, sneaking down your body.

"we both remember what happened last week." anakin's hand lingers at your bare cunt, feeling the dampness that has pooled between your parted thighs. he finds your clit, giving it a playful swipe. a wicked smile tugs at the corners of his lips as you let out a small whimper, a clear indication of the effect he's having on you. he grows bolder, his fingers dipping lower. then, he finds it, and a moan escapes your lips as he slips a finger into your soaking pussy. the wetness envelops him, a tight and heated embrace that sends shivers coursing through your body.

"fuck, you're already squeezin' me," his fingers curl inside you, stroking your sweet spot with precision, eliciting endless moans and gasps from your parted lips.

your head hangs low, a sign of submission to the intoxicating pleasure that anakin evokes in you.

"look at me," he demands pressing your jaw upright with a cupped hand. "there she is." anakin coos, his voice a husky whisper. his lips curl up into a slick, cocky smile.

his thumb finds your throbbing clit again, circling it with calculated precision, the added stimulation pushing you closer to the edge. to your surprise, anakin abruptly withdraws his fingers from your trembling cunt, denying you the release you were so desperately seeking. anakin's teasing nature takes hold as he watches the confusion paint across your features.

"ah ah, not yet." he tuts, his eyes glistening with wicked amusement. anakin's strong hands grasp your arms and guide them to wrap around his neck. the action is firm yet gentle, asserting his control over your body while also allowing you to participate in the intimate embrace.

as your arms clutch onto him, you feel the warmth of his skin against your fingertips, the contours of his muscles beneath your touch. anakin guides the velvety tip of his member to the entrance of your wetness. he teases you, grazing the sensitive folds with just the slightest pressure, making your body jolt against his.

"ani please." your plea escapes your lips as a desperate whisper.

"is that all you can say sweet girl? is that the only line you know?" anakin says in a teasing manner, your reaction only fueling his ego. he continued to kiss your neck, his lips gently pressing down on your soft skin. you were feeling overwhelmed by his touch, but you were too embarrassed to ask him to stop. you couldn't help but bite your lip and think about how wrong this was, yet also how right it felt.

anakin grabs your leg and wraps it around his waist, bringing you even closer to him. with a powerful thrust of his hips, anakin plunges deep inside you, filling you completely. he pauses, allowing you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously. he begins to move, starting with slow, shallow thrusts. with each thrust, he pushes a little deeper, filling you with his length, until he's buried to the hilt once again.

anakin holds you tightly, reveling in the sweet sounds of your moans. each delicate sound that escapes your lips only serves to fuel his hunger, intensifying the movements of his hips.

"you feel so good angel, so so good." he murmurs, his voice thick with husky delight.

the sound of the front door opening and closing abruptly fills the air, snapping both of you out of the post-coital haze. anakin's mother's voice echoes through the house, calling out for both of you.

as your eyes widen with surprise, anakin quickly notices your reaction. the sound of your stepmom's footsteps draw closer, her voice echoing through the hall. she approaches the bathroom door, her knocks resounding with a sense of urgency.

"hey, where's your sister? we need help with the groceries." anakin reaches over and covers your mouth gently but firmly, ensuring that no sound escapes.

anakin continues to move inside you despite his mother being just outside the door. his breath hitches as his thrusts become more deliberate, his tip brushing harshly against your sweet spot with each deep stroke.

"i think she went out with some friends, i'm sure she'll be back soon." anakin works to keep his voice steady, though his efforts to conceal his shallow moans become increasingly challenging. his grip on your waist tightens, a silent affirmation of his desire to hold both you and this secret close.

"alright, well make sure she doesn't stay out too long." the sound of your stepmom's footsteps fade into the distance. anakin lets out a sigh of relief and the tension drains from his body, leaving a sense of calm in its wake. he keeps his grip on your waist, holding it firmly as if to anchor himself in the here and now.

"such a good girl staying quiet for me," anakin rasps, his lips leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. "can't have anyone hear you making a mess on your big brother's cock." anakin's lips curl into a lazy, lopsided smile as he stared at you with his cold, hooded eyes. his fingers expertly find their way to your left tit, gently kneading it as if molding them to his liking. each touch and caress from anakin's skilled hands pushes you further, intensifying the burn that swirls within you.

"does your dumb boyfriend make you feel like this? hm?" anakin's gaze flickers with a hint of possessiveness as he brings up your boyfriend.

you quickly shake your head and mutter a few hushed 'no's'. a dark chuckle falls from anakin's lips. "that's right, only i can make you feel good. he doesn't deserve such a pretty pussy, fuck - almost like it was made for me." anakin rambles, he lets his head tilt back, and his jaw slacks open ever so slightly.

"a-ani, i'm gonna cum," you pant, the sounds of your labored breathing blending with your speech. your body was moving in sync with anakin's, you were both so close to one another. his hand began to venture to the front of you, rubbing your puffy clit vigorously. a gasp escapes your lips as the intensity shoots through you. your body responds instinctively, arching towards anakin's touch, begging for more.

"yeah? gonna cum on my cock?" anakin's voice staggered. you nod quickly, catching your bottom lip in your teeth to suppress your sweet whimpers.

"give it to me, cum for me baby." he grits through his teeth. anakin's grip on your thigh tighten as he drills into you. your entire body tenses as you let out a cry, you tightly clench around his cock. anakin hastily covers your mouth with his own, attempting to suppress your moans and prevent you from being heard by your parents. your legs momentarily lose their strength, threatening to give out beneath you.

"m'almost done." anakin mumbles as he continues to drill into you to chase his own orgasm. soon his hips stutter against yours, his movements desperate and fueled by an uncontrollable need to release. the friction between your bodies intensifies, and a raw moan escapes anakin's lips as he fills you up, his slick coated cock twitching deep inside you.

anakin's grip on your leg loosens as he pulls out gently, pressing his forehead against yours. his breath comes out in short, uneven gasps, evidence of his own overwhelming release.

"shit...are you ok?" his slightly shaky hand comes up to wipe away your damp hair from your forehead. you reassure anakin, a softness to your voice as you reply.

"mhm." you look up at him and give him a small smile. your mind was still all fuzzy, rendering all verbal expression impossible for you.

anakin returns your dopey smile before leaning in to give you a quick, tender peck on the lips. he reaches for a nearby hanging washcloth and wets it with the warm shower water. his touch is gentle as he takes his time, slowly and attentively cleaning you up. the warm, damp cloth glides across your skin, wiping away any traces of your shared fluids. every stroke is deliberate, a subtle caress that brings both comfort and a renewed sense of closeness.

"there you go." anakin coos, his voice conveys warmth and tenderness. the sound of the water's steady flow stops abruptly as anakin leans over to turn it off. the steam slowly dissipates, revealing a bathroom filled with a hazy fog. grabbing a towel from nearby, he exits the shower with you. he holds the towel open, silently inviting you to step into his personal space, a shared invitation to dry you off as well. with a whisper-soft touch, anakin sweeps the towel across your body. the soft fabric of the towel absorbs the moisture from your skin, leaving behind a warm, tingling sensation. there's a raw vulnerability in that moment, a vulnerability that leaves you feeling exposed and yet completely safe in his presence.

after drying you off, he secures the towel around his waist, its fabric clinging snugly to his lean body. the towel hangs low on his hips, teasingly revealing the beginnings of a trail of dark hair that leads towards his pelvis.

you collect your clothes and begin to dress yourself. anakin's gaze was fixated on you, as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. anakin's gaze then shifted momentarily when a loud thump erupted from downstairs.

"stay in here until i say." he spoke firmly but quietly. anakin grabbed your clothes, shoved them in your hand and shut the door behind him, leaving you to get dressed in the bathroom.

as you sat in the bathroom, your mind was filled with a range of emotions. you felt a little odd and confused, but at the same time you felt a sense of peace and acceptance. anakin's touch and affection was like a comforting rush, and you felt as if you two had crossed a barrier that you could never go back from. anakin was just as much in shock as you were, and you both knew that things would never be the same again. however, in that moment, as you patiently wait in the warm, humid bathroom, you felt a sense of calmness and acceptance. you felt at ease.

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vettelsvee · 4 months ago

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THE CALL OF LOVE | Sebastian Vettel

Primary School Teacher!Sebastian Vettel x Primary School Teacher!Reader ↳ Teacher AU ⋆ Part of CLASSROOM GOSSIPS

SUMMARY: Seb is the cool, annoying, extroverted teacher, while you are the shy, introverted and perfectionist one. Seb phones you all the time because he wants to get closer with you somehow but, also, he knows that you suffer from pretty bad anxiety and wants to respect your boundaries. However, when you have to go to Seb's class and ask him for help after your classroom becomes pure chaos, he finds the perfect opportunity to become closer with you... only to find out that, definitely, you want to get closer with him as well even your anxiety says otherwise ↳ BASED ON THIS POST I MADE TODAY!

WORD COUNT: 4798

WARNINGS: Mentions of anxiety, curse words. Lots of fluff (I loved this Seb btw).

TAGLIST: @koalapastries @blushmimi @herdetectivetheorist @awnmaneez

VEE'S NOTES: Third Teacher!Seb fic in a row since you asked! Hope you liked it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you for all the love you're giving to this, really, I'm so grateful <3 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

Although it wasn’t enough for many, you were more than happy being a teacher at one of the most well-known schools in Heppenheim, a small town in Germany.

Now that you had achieved your dream, all you wanted was things to flow perfectly. The main problem? Your anxiety and constant need for perfection, which were the most notable things about you. On top of that, there was the strict routine that was almost impossible to deviate from. However, the real problem lay in everything related to socializing... not with your students or their parents, but with the rest of the teachers.

Sebastian Vettel, the teacher of the other 2nd grade class, had also started working there that same year. Although you initially thought your relationship would be a calm one, the reality was far from that. Seb was the complete opposite of you: a walking chaos, with more than enough confidence and a charm that made him some kind of superhero to his students.

You tried your best to keep a professional relationship with him, but it was impossible. When you wanted to do a project on biodiversity with perfectly structured activities aligned with the curriculum, Seb preferred to take them outside to let them see it for themselves. If you thought it would be a great idea for them to write a small essay about Christmas, Seb preferred to show them a movie because, in his words, “they would have time to write when they’re older.”

And if that wasn’t enough, Sebastian had the annoying habit of calling your classroom phone several times a day with ridiculous questions:

“Miss Y/L/N speaking,” you answered as calmly as you could, while still supervising your students coloring.

“Y/N!” Sebastian shouted from the other end of the line. “Hey, quick question... Do our students need permission from their parents to go out?”

“To go out? Do you mean… recess?” you frowned.

“Of course!”

“No, Sebastian, the kids don’t need permission to go out during break. It's mandatory,” you added with a hint of sarcasm.

“Great, thanks! By the way, did you know the hold music is super cute? I thought you'd want to know since it's as cute as you and…”

You hung up before he could continue.

The next day, the same thing: Sebastian called just to ask whether necessary needed one "c" or two. The day after, it was to ask whether the coffee in the teacher's lounge was free.

It was never anything serious. There was never an emergency or anything like that. It was simply Sebastian Vettel asking you the most stupid things, things he already knew perfectly well. Despite that, you forced yourself to answer the phone, trying to calm your anxiety while giving him a quick, convincing response to get him off the line, before hanging up.

You knew you could ignore him, but deep down, this strange routine had become your favorite part of the day.

And, unbeknownst to you, for Sebastian, it had too.

Seb knew exactly how you felt about him; about any interaction with your colleagues, in fact. He was fully aware that you were a little scared of speaking in public. He could tell by moments like when you nervously played with a pink pen with butterflies every time you had to speak during staff meetings, or when during the Christmas play, just before going on stage with him and your students, you excused yourself by saying you were about to vomit... something that wasn’t entirely an excuse.

To him, you were the brightest person he had ever met. The way you taught, how you cared for your students, how he noticed you watching him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention... Seb knew that being this persistent could have the opposite effect on you, but as much as he wanted to take a step forward and maybe become a friend, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into anything you didn’t want.

So, Sebastian decided to stop calling you.

You were puzzled when the phone didn’t ring. At first, you considered it a good thing, but as the hours went by, you realized something was missing.

The day felt endless, something that rarely happened to you. The same went for your mood, which had plummeted. And as if that weren’t enough, the art class turned into an absolute disaster, and you didn’t know how to manage it, no matter how hard you tried to calm your anxiety and think of alternatives to wrap it up as soon as possible.

Your students only needed a few minutes working on their own, making animals out of paper-mâché, while you corrected math tests, to turn the class into a total mess. There were strips of paper everywhere. The younger kids had glue all over their hands, leaving trails everywhere. One of the blue paint cans had even fallen to the floor, spreading quickly.

To make matters worse, when you tried calling Sebastian to see if he could bring you a mop, the phone decided to stop working.

You sighed and looked at the door separating your classroom from his, realizing that you had no choice but to admit to yourself that, as hard as it was to ask, you needed help.

Without saying anything to your students, you took a deep breath and shyly cracked open the door.

Sebastian was sitting at his desk, gesturing dramatically with his hands while his students stared at him as he seemed to be telling them a story.

"So, there I was, in front of a goat, after losing my parents. And do you know what happened next?" he said, walking dramatically and opening his eyes wide.

“What happened, Mr. Vettel?!” the kids shouted.

“The goat ate the sandwich my mom had made me for the trip.”

The class burst into laughter.

You couldn’t help it and laughed too, stopping when the embarrassment of having to interrupt the class just to ask for help washed over you once again. You couldn’t just walk in there like it was nothing, and—

“Oh my goodness! Look, kids, we have a surprise guest!”

You paled. The 30 second graders all turned towards you at once, their faces lighting up as if they’d seen an alien.

Then, they started chanting your name and running toward you to hug you, forcing you to step inside. Sebastian hopped down from his desk and approached you, arms crossed and wearing a smile that, if you were honest with yourself, you were dying to see.

“What do I owe the pleasure, Miss Y/L/N?”

You clenched your fists, knowing there was no way around it.

“Well… I need your help, Mr. Vettel,” you admitted in a low voice.

Sebastian blinked. Although it took him completely by surprise, he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he turned to his students.

“Alright, kiddos. I need you to be really good and stay quiet for a moment while I help our favorite teacher, okay? I’m right here, so if I hear any shouting, I’ll take away your snacks and Friday’s movie tradition.”

A collective gasp spread through the class, but Sebastian didn’t have to say anything else. Immediately, all the kids went back to their seats and pulled out books to read.

To your surprise, they didn’t make another sound.

“Come on, Miss Y/L/N, lead the way.”

You followed his lead, and then it was you who invited Seb to come in. Once he stepped inside, the German had no words. Instead, his eyes started to scan the room.

“Wow…”

“Yeah, I know…” you sighed.

Sebastian slowly turned to face you, trying not to laugh. Of all the chaos, what surprised him most was that one of the kids, named Martin, had his shirt stuck to the chair, covered in glue, and three desks were completely covered in the same blue paint that was on the floor. To top it off, the stain you had seen moments ago had spread not only on the floor but also on the clothes and faces of many of your students.

That’s when you realized the worst.

A group of girls was standing, whispering to each other, around the hamster cage in the class... which was empty.

“Y/N…” Seb lowered his voice. “Tell me the hamster’s in the cage, but I don’t see it…”

“It’s somewhere in the classroom. The problem is, I don’t know where, and there’s only half an hour left before the day ends…” You admitted, feeling quite embarrassed.

“Are you telling me there’s a dwarf hamster loose around here?”

“Are you going to help me or what?” you snapped, frustrated, glaring at him. “Look, Sebastian… We don’t have much time before we have to leave, and if I don’t get the kids out at the exact time, just like they were brought in, you know the parents are going to go crazy…”

“Relax, Y/N. I got it.”

You didn’t have much idea what could be going through Sebastian’s head, let alone how he’d manage to fix this, but you tried to relax and give him a chance for everything to return to normal little by little.

To your surprise, that’s exactly what happened.

Not only did he divide the children into small groups to do simple tasks, like going to the bathroom to clean up, looking for the class hamster (which they found almost immediately, curled up beside a cabinet), or collecting the materials they’d used and putting them away, but he also took both classes to the school exit so you wouldn’t have to face desperate parents asking why their kids looked like they’d just been on a jungle expedition.

The bell marking the end of school had rung half an hour ago, and you were fully aware that most teachers had probably packed up and gone home by now. Sebastian hadn’t even appeared to tell you that his students had returned safely to their parents, and, for a reason you knew all too well, that disappointed you.

You sighed, trying to let go of those thoughts and illusions that shouldn’t matter so much. Instead, you focused on the pile of papers on your desk, the art supplies that still hadn’t been put away, and the paint that, no matter how hard you tried to clean it off the floor, seemed impossible to remove. You decided to calm down and start with something simple, like putting away the materials and picking up tiny pieces of paper from the floor.

“Do you know school’s over for today, right?”

You turned to the door. Sebastian was leaning against it, arms crossed and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He threw his backpack on the floor and walked over to sit next to you, helping you pick up the papers without any explanation.

“No… I didn’t hear you come in…” you confessed in surprise. And I wasn’t expecting you, you thought.

“That’s because I’m as sneaky as a ninja. The kids tell me that all the time,” he smiled, glancing at you sideways.

Seb continued his task, silent, scanning the classroom. It was no longer the disaster it had been just an hour ago. Now, the desks were perfectly grouped in fives, the class materials seemed to finally be in place, and, to your surprise, the stains had disappeared from everywhere.

“Y/N, you should go home,” Sebastian told you, standing up and helping you to do the same.

“I just need to finish cleaning up a little more…”

“Or you could not do that,” he interrupted.

You let out a small laugh for the first time that day, carefree. You were nervous and exhausted, and Seb knew that perfectly well.

“I just want to make sure everything’s perfect for tomorrow,” you admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We managed to not kill a hamster with twenty-something kids running around and stopped the paint from getting on the walls, and you’re telling me you want to make sure everything’s perfect for tomorrow?”

“Well… yes,” you answered, looking down and biting your lip.

“That’s pretty adorable, honestly,” Sebastian said. Realizing what he’d just said, and that it might make you uncomfortable, he corrected himself. “I mean, as in your passion for teaching and everything…”

Stop fooling yourself and be honest with her, Sebastian.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s that, but…” you tried to articulate, your cheeks completely red.

“Well, the thing is: what else can I help you with?” Sebastian asked, unable to stop smiling. The fact that you were embarrassed by something so simple seemed so cute to him that he couldn’t stop looking at you.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, what can I help you with, Y/N?” he repeated slowly.

“Well… the truth is, you don’t have to—”

“I know,” Sebastian interrupted. “But I want to help you.”

You stared at him, unable to respond. You were used to helping people, not being helped yourself, and that left you speechless.

“What’s left to do?” Vettel insisted with care, moving a little closer to you while still keeping his distance.

“If you want, you can put the exams on the desk into the folders beside them,” you finally said, giving up.

“On it, Miss Y/L/N.”

“But really, Sebastian, you don’t have to—”

“If you tell me again you don’t need help, I’ll have to punish you with no recess.”

You burst out laughing, and to Sebastian, it sounded like pure medicine. For the first time that day, you didn’t feel like a total failure.

You worked in complete silence, letting time pass as you finished organizing everything. When you were finally done, you slumped into the chair and started checking your emails, wondering if any parent had decided to make your day even worse by sending a complaint after the day you’d had. To your surprise, there was nothing. What did surprise you, though, was that Seb came in with two cups of hot chocolate and a bag of sweets that, even more surprisingly, were your favorites.

“Here you go,” he said, offering you one of the cups while placing the bag on the table. “You were so focused that I didn’t want to bother you by saying I was leaving. And, well… I also wanted to brighten your day a little.”

You thanked him with a smile and didn’t hesitate to try the chocolate, which tasted like a real victory after such a bittersweet day.

Then, you closed your computer, put it in your bag, and, to your surprise and his, turned your chair to face him.

“What’s going on?” you said, noticing that Seb was looking at you… strangely.

“Nothing. It’s just… you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Sebastian cleared his throat, not knowing what else to say. Instead, he shook his head and set his mind on doing what he had promised himself when he started working there: to try to become friends with you.

“Tell me about Miss Y/L/N’s teaching philosophy,” he finally said.

“Excuse me?” you hesitated.

“Come on, let’s go. I know you have one. You take this job too seriously not to have some kind of ritual or something to make everything go perfectly…”

“Except for today,” you replied.

Seb didn’t say anything because he knew how much you’d keep beating yourself up. Instead, he took a chocolate from the bag he had brought, unwrapped it, and placed it beside you. You finally accepted it without complaint, but with a smile in return.

“Well… I guess I want them to feel safe,” you started to say. “I want them to know that no matter what happens, it’s okay to make mistakes or not be perfect sometimes… I want them to know that I’m here for whatever they need, and that they can be great people in the future.”

“That’s amazing, Y/N,” Seb nodded slowly, unable to take his eyes off you.

“It’s not a big deal…”

“Of course it is,” he replied. “You care a lot, don’t you?”

“More than you can imagine…” you swallowed, feeling a little vulnerable.

“I can see that perfectly, yes.”

“Really?”

“Seb nodded, playing with his mug.”

“You’re always the first one to arrive, and I’d swear the last one to leave. You do the most original activities and, at the same time, try not to die in the process, even though today was the exact opposite,” you both laughed. “You want to be perfect for them and try to give your best.”

“Is that bad?” you asked cautiously, tensing up a little.

“Not at all,” Seb answered immediately. “But sometimes I think you should stop being so hard on yourself and just go with the flow. You know... let things just happen by themselves.”

You were about to answer, but he continued:

“You’re a great teacher, Y/N. You don’t need to prove it to anyone but yourself, okay?”

Something in your chest tightened. You weren’t used to hearing things like that, especially not from your colleagues.

Or maybe you never gave yourself the chance for someone to recognize your well-done work, thinking it had never been, and would never be, enough.

You kept talking to Sebastian about a bit of everything, feeling right at home. The hours passed, and between questions about how you both ended up being teachers, what motivated you to dedicate your life to it, and how you both ended up in Heppenheim, it was already 7 PM.

You glanced at the clock and immediately stood up, quickly starting to gather your things, which made Seb alarmed.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, worried.

“I should go…” you said, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. “I need to catch the bus before it gets too late. It’s the last one of the day and…”

“Wait,” he interrupted you. “You take the bus home?”

“Uh... yeah?”

“This late?”

“I’ve been doing it since I moved here, so it’s nothing new.”

“And no one’s offered to take you home? Not even to share fuel expenses and stuff?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it is,” he replied. “From now on, I’ll take you home.”

Your eyes widened, surprised.

“Sebastian, you really don’t have to…”

“I’m not going to argue with you,” he cut you off, taking your backpack, offering his hand, and leading you out of the classroom, making sure to turn off the lights before you left.

“I don’t want to be a bother…”

“Do you think you’re a bother just because I want to take you home and make sure you arrive safe?” he asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway and still looking at you. “I’d be a terrible friend if I let you go alone on the bus, especially this late with all the drunk creeps around.”

You froze. Friend.

“Come on, let’s go,” Seb spoke again. This time, noticing you were shivering, he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from your nervousness, so he decided to put his jacket over your shoulders. “The day you let me help you a little more, we’ll be the best team the world’s ever seen.”

You didn’t say anything else until you reached Sebastian's car. Not even when you sat inside after Seb opened the door for you and turned the heat on full blast.

“Well…” Seb broke the silence as he placed his hands on the steering wheel. “Where to, Y/L/N?”

“You want me to guide you all the way?”

“Do you expect me to guess the way?” Vettel joked. “Y/N, I’ve got balls, but none of them are crystal, so…”

Embarrassed, and especially starting to overthink whether Seb would start judging you not only for your answer but for the entire day you spent together, you simply gave him the directions.

Seb, knowing you might be feeling down and, unlike the whole afternoon when you talked about everything, seeing you retreat into yourself again, started asking you a bit of everything. Why did you decide to move to Heppenheim, such a small town? What was your favorite place? Did you like your neighborhood?

You weren’t used to that flood of questions, and especially not to people showing interest in you. Since you were very young, you always felt left out, like you didn’t belong to any group...

But with Seb, it was different. It was like he actually cared about you, and you couldn’t help but feel incredibly good about it.

“I like the new neighborhood. Quite cozy and nice...”

Seb parked the car in a small free spot in front of the apartment block where you lived. Then, he turned toward you with a smile, placing his arm behind your seat.

“It’s very quiet, which is great when I need to grade or when I just want to read and relax.”

“Oh, are you one of those?” Seb teased.

“One of what?”

“One of those teachers who reads all the time.”

“Seb, we’re teachers,” you were surprised to call him by his nickname so naturally, but you didn’t regret it. “Of course, I read all the time.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but what I mean is, do you read for fun?” he corrected himself. “Do you read those dirty books or the inspirational ones that tell you how to be the perfect teacher?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you hit him on the arm.

“I read for fun.”

“That confirms it, you do read those dirty books where they’re constantly... you know… having sex in the dirtiest ways…”

“They’re called romance novels, Seb,” you corrected him, ignoring his comment. “The last thing I read was a romantic novel, okay? With no sex in it, by the way.”

“I knew you were a hopeless romantic…”

“I don’t know why I even told you anything…” you whispered, hiding your face in your hands.

Seb wanted to reply with something more, to joke around with you, but he knew that for today, it had been enough. What mattered was that you had felt comfortable and, most of all, opened up a little more with him that day.

Silence fell between you both again, but neither of you dared to say anything else. Not even you, who had yawned a couple of times and were dying to get home and get into bed without even having dinner, made the effort to get out of the car.

You didn’t know why you were so hesitant to leave. It was easy: thank Seb, say goodnight, get out of the car, and walk into the building without waiting to see if he drove off. Instead, you decided to stay there, by his side, your hands resting on your legs, feeling safer and, above all, happier than you had in a long time.

Seb didn’t say anything either. Instead, he focused on the streetlights, growing brighter with each passing moment, while his fingers drummed on the leather steering wheel.

Finally, you were the one who decided to take the step, to both your surprise:

“Well... I felt really comfortable today,” you admitted, with a calm voice.

Seb turned toward you suddenly, surprised.

You swallowed nervously, trying not to let the anxiety consume you and, above all, trying to stop the embarrassment from taking over.

"Well, I was thinking that... we could do this once in a while..."

Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk.

"What, reorganize a class and try not to die in the process? And not killing a hamster?"

"No, I meant...," you hesitated, then looked at him shyly. "I meant… spending time together. Outside of school."

That caught Sebastian off guard, but he couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face. He hadn’t expected you to say that, especially not after the chaotic day you'd both had.

"Wait..." he murmured, searching for the right words. "Are you telling me that... you want to spend time together, and not during class hours?"

You felt like you were going to die from embarrassment. Nervous and a little regretful, you weren’t going to back down though. You held your backpack tight, like some kind of protection, while fidgeting nervously in your seat.

"Well... I felt really comfortable today with you, and I thought maybe we could do it again. You know… grab a coffee, go for a walk..."

Sebastian didn't say anything. He just stared at you, unable to recognize the person in front of him, yet delighted that maybe, with a little bit of help from him, you had stepped out of your comfort zone, even if you didn’t seem entirely comfortable.

"Forget what I just said..." you mumbled.

You bit your lip, lowering your gaze, unable to look at him in the face. Sebastian, however, couldn’t have been happier in that moment.

"Not a chance. I like your idea. Actually, I’m more than happy with it."

His voice was calmer now, which gave you the courage to look at him. His blue eyes, which normally made you nervous and stole your words, now made you feel the same, but for an entirely different reason. You felt pressure in your chest, but this time it was nothing like the anxiety or fear of being judged and rejected.

"Hey," Sebastian spoke again, gently taking your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. "Since, from what I’ve just heard, you don't mind spending time with me..."

"Seb, please, don’t ruin this moment..."

You narrowed your eyes, instinctively leaning toward his lips, and Sebastian didn’t hesitate to close the distance, pressing his lips to yours. At first, it was soft, like you both were making sure that was really happening not just in your minds. When Sebastian felt you sigh against his lips, something in him clicked. His hand, still resting on your chin, slid to your cheek, caressing it tenderly, while his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

You let yourself go, feeling butterflies in your stomach for the first time in a long time, not because you wanted to disappear, but because you felt more alive than ever.

When you finally pulled apart, Sebastian rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed.

"Tell me this isn’t a mistake, Seb..." you whispered, still confused about what just happened.

"If it is, I hope you, Miss Perfection, don’t mind."

You laughed nervously, filled with emotions and confusion, but mostly happiness.

"So... what now?" you asked, breathless.

"I love the idea of kissing you in my car like a couple of teenagers, but I think it’s getting too late and we have to get up early tomorrow. So, I have an idea."

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop smiling.

"I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. How does that sound?"

"What?"

"Tomorrow's Thursday, Y/N. We have to go to class," Sebastian explained, as if you didn’t already know what he meant. "If I pick you up, you won’t have to wake up extra early to catch the bus."

Your heart skipped a beat. Yes, it was a simple offer, nothing extraordinary, but to you, it felt like more... like Sebastian wanted something more with you.

Like you mattered to Sebastian Vettel.

Seb saw the hesitation, the doubt in your eyes. He leaned in gently, and after placing a short but tender kiss on your lips, he spoke again.

"I know I don’t have to do this, but I want to," he assured you.

You swallowed hard.

Sebastian was serious. It wasn’t some bad joke like many other guys had made in the past. He really meant it.

"Okay," was all you could say.

Sebastian’s smile lit up his face.

"Great, princess. I’ll see you at seven-thirty here tomorrow. And I know it’s not necessary, but I have to remind you: please, don’t you dare being late."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you opened the car door and stepped out, a smile forming on your lips like never before.

Then, you hesitated at the door, but you were ready to, for once in your life, stop trying to be so perfect.

"Goodnight, Seb," you said softly. "And... Thank you. For everything."

"Sleep well, best teacher in the whole world."

You walked toward your building, and when you were inside, you turned around to see if Sebastian had left. To your surprise, he was still there, making sure you had entered safely.

You both waved to each other, and as you climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, you realized that, for the first time, the anxiety about tomorrow wasn’t paralyzing you.

Instead, it was tomorrow, alongside Sebastian Vettel, what were making you feel alive.

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gibberishfangirl · 1 year ago

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WIND BREAKER | affection

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of how pda looks like between you and the boys

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! pda, kissing, hand-holding, cute content of the boys being in love

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

♥︎ shy shy boy

♥︎ you’re the one who usually initiates any type of physical contact

♥︎ you’re always holding his hand in public

♥︎ expect him to constantly have red cheeks around you

♥︎ he very defensive whenever someone points out your hand holding

♥︎ doesn’t necessarily hate it, he just doesn’t like how flustered he gets over it

♥︎ Suo 100% teases him about it meanwhile Nirei thinks it’s cute

♥︎ the most he can handle is hand holding

♥︎ he might actually die if you kiss him in public

♥︎ once you saw how he almost died from a simple kiss on the cheek you didn’t want to find out how he’d react a kiss on the lips

♥︎ his hands get sweaty, he can’t help it he’s a nervous wreck around you

♥︎ gets embarrassed about his sweaty palms but you always reassure him it’s okay

♥︎ once he gets used to the hand holding he’s more calm and doesn’t get as red as before

♥︎ he’ll even subconsciously initiate the hand holding after awhile

♥︎ only time he initiates physical contact in public is to hold your hand underneath the table so no one can see

♥︎ gets super flustered if you hug him or lean your head into his neck

♥︎ he’ll never push you away, he might not be used to it but he’ll never want to hurt your feelings like that

♥︎ accepts your affection even if it makes him a blushing mess

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

♥︎ he’s not afraid of pda whatsoever

♥︎ literally isn’t shy to kiss you in front of anyone

♥︎ he for sure initiates it 90% of the time

♥︎ always has his hands on you

♥︎ not in an overly sexual way or anything

♥︎ even if his hand is just wrapped around your waist or caressing your hand he’s happy

♥︎ loves to feel your touch

♥︎ hugging with soft kisses is one of his favorite things to do

♥︎ he just laughs in response to anyone trying to tease him

♥︎ really isn’t bothered by eyes on you two

♥︎ expect the boys to mimic barfing sounds around the two of you

♥︎ “GET A ROOM!” “no one wants to see that” “i hate love” “so scandalous”

♥︎ the rest of the boys are determined haters due to jealousy

♥︎ he usually teases them by saying “love is such a nice feeling, i’m sure you’d understand if could you ever get a girlfriend.”

♥︎ never pushes your boundaries

♥︎ he only goes as far as whatever you’re okay with

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

♥︎ he’s not very explicit when displaying his affection

♥︎ he’s a gentleman of course he’s not going to maul you in front of others

♥︎ will hold your hand or have an arm delicately wrapped around your waist

♥︎ if he isn’t doing that, you’re most likely holding onto his bicep

♥︎ he secretly loves it whenever you sit on his lap

♥︎ there’s no extra chair ?? oh nooooo guess you’re just stuck sitting on his lap

♥︎ loves to hold you from your waist

♥︎ expect him to hug you from behind 24/7

♥︎ he makes sure to take you out on dates at least once a week

♥︎ Sakura silently judges your pda with irrational blushes whenever he catches you two being affectionate

♥︎ will sneak in small kisses on your cheek whenever he has the chance

♥︎ doesn’t mind if you initiate kissing in public

♥︎ will not make out with you in public, don’t even think about it

♥︎ people find you two adorable

♥︎ honestly the perfect amount of pda, not too much not too little

♥︎ he will open every single door for you (not rlly pda but i wanted to include this)

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

♥︎ doesn’t initiate it

♥︎ he doesn’t mind if you’re into pda

♥︎ is very respectful about it

♥︎ will blush if you happen to get too excited

♥︎ will break up the kiss before it goes too far

♥︎ easily flustered

♥︎ goes with the flow and with whatever you want to do (as long as it’s not too explicit)

♥︎ honestly is just super down bad for you

♥︎ whatever you say/want goes

♥︎ he’s easy to break when it comes to you

♥︎ can never tell you no

♥︎ you mighttttt be able to talk him into being a little late to class so you can sneak off for a quick make out session

♥︎ he’s satisfied with small hand holding

♥︎ kissing can sometimes be a bit much for him

♥︎ do not try to slip in tongue he will immediately blush and pull away before muttering a small “later”

♥︎ he’s more open to pda around people you don’t know

♥︎ for example, he’s perfectly fine with it when you two go on a date at a location where you won’t run into friends

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

♥︎ pda king

♥︎ he lives for it

♥︎ he initiates it alll the time

♥︎ cannot get enough of you

♥︎ expect him to always want and have his lips on you

♥︎ he likes to show off that your his

♥︎ his pda is more rough than gentle

♥︎ will and can be gentle during more private moments

♥︎ most people are still nervous about making him mad so you two have unlimited privacy anyways

♥︎ always has his arm around your shoulder

♥︎ is happy whenever you’re the one who initiates it

♥︎ he likes to know you want his touch as much as he wants yours

♥︎ will have you wearing his jacket whenever he can so others know you belong to him

♥︎ secretly wants you coddle you at any chance he has

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

♥︎ he’s surprisingly a natural

♥︎ it’s kind of weird when considering the fact that he hasn’t had too many girlfriends or relationships in general

♥︎ he flows with you very well

♥︎ he mainly likes to show others that your his so everyone knows not to bother you

♥︎ is very protective over you

♥︎ doesn’t mind if you ever escalate things

♥︎ doesn’t see an issue in too much pda

♥︎ wouldn’t be against a public make out session

♥︎ it’s not like anyone would have the nerve to tell him something about it

♥︎ the two of you usually get private time since Choji unintentionally scares everyone away

♥︎ he’s more of a hugger than kisser

♥︎ will bear hug you before even initiating intimate kissing in public

♥︎ he’s always holding your hand, hugging you from behind, having an arm around your shoulder, or having an arm wrapped your waist

♥︎ he’s obsessed with you in the best way possible

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