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dtrghost · 1 year

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closeness and proximity

Side note: This is my first ever tumblr fic, so uh, be gentle!! moving on!

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, violence, angst, descriptions of interrogation and torture, INTENSE gore (imo), cursing, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. If you have a weak stomach or faint heart, please do not read this, like please.

I'd also like to start this off by saying that the mc is not a good person, and that is on purpose. I've seen a lot of the angel fics where ghost falls for his antithesis, so I decided to try something new. So here, please forgive any mistakes.

if this does become a series there will most likely be smut because,,, yes.

(update it's becoming a series so if someone wants to be tagged for that lmk cause i have so many ideas for this)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 3.4k

"Sunshine how copy?" Ghost's gruff, static filled voice called through coms, scope checking the parameters of the building she found herself held up in. She didn't respond at first, busy fighting for her life in a basement underneath the building they weren't aware of.

The deeper she went the harder it was to understand what was being relayed to her, so she settled on doing it on her own. He listened to a man grunt, their body dropping to the floor under her boot as she took a deep breath.

"There's a basement underground, coms are cutting out. I'm taking charge on clearing the basement. I'll report when I get to the surface. Sunshine out." She loathed her callsign with a passion. To speak it caused a burning hatred to spark in the lowest depths of her heart and made her cringe horribly. However, she knew it was better than letting everyone know her real name, so she dealt with it.

Ghost sighed, knowing she couldn't be stopped once she started. She had been on a few missions together in the past few years, he knew she was uptight and lacked the emotional capacity to make friends with others. It made him wonder why, what could've been that bad to freeze her heart over and shrink it to the size of the pebble he was crushing under his foot as he shifted uncomfortably. People would try and try to thaw her out, yet always failed.

He waited, taking out strays that attempted to heed the possible rescue requests that came from that basement, and patiently waited.

"This is Sunshine, basement cleared. Might wanna come take a look at this." His eyebrows furrowed, affirming the request and making his way down quickly, not wanting to stay in the open for too long. He made his way to the basement, eyes widening at the various bodies that trailed to wherever she was down there.

Had she done this all by herself?

He followed the bodies all the way to her, lights flickering, casting a bland white light on the concrete walls. seeing her digging through an opened trunk in a room filled with them.

"Weapons. American." Sunshine reported, glancing at him as he took his place next to her, seeing the American flag painted onto the inside of the lid. She turned at the sound of a groan, a soldier she left alive rousing to consciousness.

"Fuckin' hell. This mission was to take out ultranationalists." Ghost sighed. She didn't respond, the task force member watching her turn on her heel and grab the soldier by vest, throwing him against the wall with impressive strength. Blood flowed out of the back of his head, smearing against the wall as he slowly slid to the floor. He had never seen her in interrogation, but he had heard from those who have.

Brutal, heartless, some had to exit the room.

He wouldn't. He's witnessed plenty of torture tactics, even had to rely on some himself to get information necessary for national security. But this is another reason why they called her 'Sunshine', because to others she didn't feel remorse for what she did, some said she enjoyed it even, that her eyes brightened like the sun peaking over the horizon. Whether that was true or not he'd figure out now, as eager as he was. He watched her take out her knife, flipping it in her hand as she crouched to the soldier's level.

"Where'd they come from." She asked simply, keeping an even tone that surprised Ghost. He expected something more fierce, intimidating, but it was as if she was starting a conversation with a normal person. The victim attempted to spit in her face, but with a quick turn on the head it landed on the floor behind her. Her knife dug itself into his foot, his cries of pain echoing in the basement as she twisted it. The sounds of his bones cracking made Ghost shiver.

"Where'd they come from. Who sold them to you." She persisted, her face void of all emotion as she ripped the blade out of his foot. She sighed, turning to ghost who stood in the back, surveying the action. His eyebrows furrowed as she pointed to the door with her knife.

"Wait outside. This might take awhile." At first he didn't move, but the hint of impatience in her eyes spooked him out, for reasons unknown to him, but instinct told him to listen. So he slowly retreated and stood watch outside for anyone either getting up or rushing down the stairs. Y/N turned back to her victim, seeing two loops with chains hanging off of them imbedded into the wall. She tied his arms up, leaving his body sagging down.

Ghost listened to her repeat her questions, and when she didn't get an answer, a shout would follow. But those shouts turned to ear-piercing screams very quickly. He listened to pleads and begs of mercy to understand him, that he couldn't say anything out fear to what they'd do to him.

"Imagine what I'll do next if I don't get the response I want." She'd respond.

The bones cracking, the retch of vomiting, blood splattering onto the cold concrete.

"If you think you can outlast me, that I'll get tired of this and stop for the night to let you regain some of your humanity, you're wrong. Because unfortunately for you sweetheart." The blade tore through his skin, another bellow of pain emerging from his throat as he squirmed in his place. They were both coated in blood, her eyes dull and her ears tuning out the noise. To her, it was as if he was silent, his screams didn't penetrate through to her, and talked and talked until it drove him mad.

"I don't have all night, and I'm getting impatient. You won't die, I wouldn't allow that. I went through med school, graduated top of my class with a doctorate in Neuroscience. I know how to break." Which was evident as his leg was broken and facing different directions from the knee down to his toes.

"And I know how to fix. I'll keep you alive a lot longer than the night, and I'll do a lot worse. So if you want this to end, start talking, or you're in for a long week." Simon wondered what she was doing. His mind went over the possibilities until her victim finally cracked after the final scream he unleashed into the empty basement. He detailed a secret arms trade between an ally of the United States' and another country, which would lead to the likeliness of intentions for them.

War.

Y/N huffed, ripping off a piece of the soldiers shirt that wasn't soaked in sweat, blood, or vomit, which was a very small one, and wiping her hands clean as best as she could.

"Could've said that 10 minutes ago. Now, you'll bleed out within the next 5. Shame." Ghost listened to his anguished sobs as footsteps approached him, turning around from the entrance to see her, covered in blood. His eyes widened slightly, noticing a piece of...

Her eyes followed his to her vest, noticing a very small piece of flesh sitting between her shirt and gear before flicking it off to the side.

"Hopefully he didn't have HIV." She joked, but there was no humor in her voice, no sign of her finding it funny at all, as if she said it to just say it. Ghost didn't respond, he wasn't sure how. He slowly moved to look inside the room, the curiosity of what she did to the soldier eating him alive, until she grabbed his roughly.

"Don't." The word sent shivers down his spine, and he knew better than the disobey as she had operational command authority, and would likely court martial him if he had. So he took a step back and maintained eye contact, radioing in to Price.

"Captain, this is Ghost. How copy." He called, his gruff voice bringing a smile to her lips that he couldn't see due to her mask which was just a boring black one, decorated with blotches of drying blood that lightened up enough to see. "This is Price."

"We found weapons and gear, they're American." He went onto explain the situation, being weary of his mission leader walking around him in circles, waiting impatiently as he reported their findings.

"Copy that. I'll transfer this to Lanswell. Good work, report back to base for debrief."

"Copy, Ghost out." He connected his radio back to his vest. She took out her pistol, leading him to pull out his own. The behavior she exhibited was one he hadn't seen often, and it led to a deep mistrust he couldn't shake. She smirked, turning around, walking back in the room, and confirming her kill with a bullet between the eyes before reappearing in front of him.

He looked at her suspiciously as she gestured to the stairs, wondering who trained her, who made her into what she is now. She wasn't normal, not like the rest of them, she had no signs of remorse, care, or empathy for the people she killed, and she killed them with ease. Over 30 soldiers in one cramped basement and she came out unscathed, in tip top shape. He followed her out and made it to the landing zone where a helicopter came to pick them up.

She was silent the whole way back, Price being there to greet the two before they sat through debrief.

"Sunshine, we have orders from headquarters to have you join Task Force 141. Ghost is to watch over you. An official introduction will be made tomorrow." Price announced, not missing the tightened grip of Ghost's fist on the table.

"Copy that captain." She responded in her usual tone, only fueling Ghost's anger as he turned to glare at her, though she only ignored him, keeping her gaze unwavering on Price.

"Hit the showers soldier." Price dismissed, Y/N being the first to leave. But before she did, she turned to look down at her new partner.

"Happy to be on the team, Mr. Riley." It took his everything to not jump to his feet and knock her out, holding his breath to calm himself down as she walked away, the door shutting behind her. He hated that she had power over him, and worse that she rubbed it in his face.

"There's no chance in hell I'll stand for her being on my team." He immediately threw at him, standing up in his seat with his finger pressing firmly on the table in front of him.

"First, it's my team. Second, It's not my choice, orders are orders." Ghost growled lowly, clearly upset over the lack of fighting to keep her off, to keep her away to those he held near and dear to his heart, even if that wasn't too close to begin with. He saw her as a danger, an immediate threat, someone who belonged in an institution before they saw the battlefield.

"Then send an appeal. She's a war criminal. Tell em that!" He snapped.

"Bloody hell we're all war criminals. Then we'll be stuck in prison with her and you'll complain some more." Price groaned, rubbing his forehead, clearly irritated by his soldier's insistence.

"Not like that. Not how she is. She'll kill one of us before we get the next mission, hell she parade around our bodies like a joker and hail-" Price's hand slammed on the table, cutting his lieutenant off.

"Quiet." Ghost went silent, sighing deeply as he waited for Price to gather the right words, to somehow ease his mistrust in her, though he doubted she could do that. He watched as he shut the door and locked it, keeping his voice hushed, standing closer to his comrade.

"This is classified information, what I say stays in this room and is to never be discussed with anyone else. Is that understood lieutenant." Ghost's eyes widened for a moment before nodding in affirmation, waiting for his captain to continue.

"She- she wasn't brought up normally. As a great many soldiers weren't, hence why many of them join the ranks in the first place. She was a prodigy, she became a seal at 17, and on her second mission she was set up, deserted, and kidnapped. Nobody knows what happened to her in there, a search team was sent out, but she wasn't found til a few months later, and when she came out after she was different."

She was a child.

That's all Ghost could thing about. God knows what happened to her in there, and he didn't want to think about it.

"She exhibited sociopathic tendencies, she was closed off, didn't speak for a very long time. She failed psychological evaluation requirements, depression, ptsd, ecetera. Even then they sent her back out on missions a couple months later." Simon's eyes blew open, Price nodding glumly.

"Missions? Fuckin' hell, she needs help not special ops." He sneered, not at Price, but his anger was seeping through at rates he couldn't control. He was angry, how could they do that to someone? Did they not care, not even a little bit for her life? Her wellbeing?

"I know. But they're not taking her out any time soon, and now that she's on our team the least we can do is try to help her. I knew her before she became this. She was a kind soul." His voice dropped to a whisper, as if reminiscing, and he was. Her bright eyes, so full of potential when they met for her first mission, how she wheezed when she laughed. She was a kid, and it hurt his heart thinking about what she turned into over the last 6 years. Ghost nodded, silently agreeing to his motives before Price simply waved him off.

Simon hit the showers, scrubbing off the dirt and gunpowder that clung to his skin, watching the water turn black as the face paint drizzled down into it. The captain's words ran through his head over and over, the words going in one ear, through his brain, and out the other in a constant circle. He knew firsthand how corrupt his line of work could be, but that didn't make him any less angry when it revealed itself to him in the ways it did.

When he exited, fully dried and clothed with his mask back on, he passed by Y/N's room, noticing the light peaking out from underneath the door. He sighed quietly, his hand coming up and knocking on the door.

"It's open." Her cold voice responded, though it sounded more distant than before. He twisted the knob and let the door open, seeing her laying on her cot in deep thought. He went to question her, until he realized that she probably listened in on their conversation.

"You were listening." She nodded once, curtly and formally before sitting up and turning to look at him. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, analyzing every aspect about him. He felt like he was being stripped naked just by her look, his soul bare for her to look into.

Her eyes drifted over his exposed arms, the sleeveless tank he wore leaving them on display. He was a big guy, his arms were veined and muscled, tattoos filling up a majority of the space, combined with scars that passed through some of them. The top he wore was a bit tight, outline his chest in an attractive way, but she forced her eyes away, knowing he already caught onto what she was staring at.

"Price is right. I wasn't always like this. And I think he was the only one to notice, or at least point it out." She began, drawing attention away from the fact she just checked him out shamelessly.

"Wasn't right, what happened to you." He replied stiffly. She snickered, standing up. He watched her pace the room, twisting a knife in her hands, causing him to tense. She noticed.

"I'm not going to stab you lieutenant." She reassured, though it didn't help at all as she went on. She wasn't sure what she felt, confused for sure, as to why she was unable to emotionally process her emotions or evaluate the information she heard, as if her mind was barring her from contextualizing her state of mind. She knew she wasn't normal, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it and label herself.

"I was 17 when I was taken, you know that. Had a rough upbringing, I won't explain that to you now." She wasn't sure where she was going with this, and neither was he, but he'd listen for a bit to try and understand her more, maybe to trust her more now that she was his teammate. "I can feel emotion you know. Only to a certain degree, I can empathize. Fleeting, but it's there sometimes. I do feel some remorse, but you know how we are in this field. Weakness will get you killed, so you internalize it, you keep it buried underneath everything else, and because my everything else was stripped away with me, it just sits in here." She tapped her temple and shrugged. He understood what she meant, he did that too. He withheld his shame, his guilt, and his remorse, remaining a stone cold figure in the field. He saved the emotional crap for his time alone where he could deal with it in the way he knew how.

"You just let it sit there then?" He pressed, crossing his arms over his chest. She nodded.

"Don't know what to do with it. Lost my sense of self and all I know is this job. I do try though, I try to force some tears like I've seen others do, but the only time these.. feelings present themselves is on my missions, which is why everyone thinks I enjoy it. But I don't, for the record, I just can't control it like you guys do. And I envy you for that." His eyes widened slightly.

"Envy, huh."

"Mhm. You can talk to each other, find common ground and relate, make friends and connections. I can't because I don't feel like you guys do. And then you demonize me and outcast me more than I already am, so. Oops." He thought she was getting upset, but she wasn't, there was not a hint of anger or sadness or negative emotion in her person whatsoever, none that he could see anyway. Her arms were loose and carefree as she swung them around every time she turned her heel to pace back in the direction she just walked in.

"We can help you." Her first sign of feeling was an eye roll with a steady irritated gaze. But she didn't say anything. The idea of needing help repulsed her beyond anything else, made her want to punch a wall and scream, her eyes widened. Anger. There it is, outside of a mission too. She hummed, looking back at him.

"Alright Casper." He grunted, displeased by the new nickname which made her smile widen cheekily. She searched his eyes for a moment, finding entertainment in the small flames in his amber eyes, how they flickered and danced when he found something humorous, how they died out when he found something unamusing or boring, how they raged when he grew angry or determined to finish something with a newfound passion.

She liked to think he had that burn in his eyes when Price spoke to him about the notion of helping her, hoping that he'd care that much even if she didn't want the help, or perhaps she did, that would explain the want would it not? That was a thought for later. For now she'd do her job the way she knew how, she wouldn't change, not yet, not that she knew how anyway.

"We're going out for a drink tomorrow night, care to tag along." He offered, jousting his chin up at her in a heads up manner.

"I don't drink." She replied, monotone as she laid down on her cot, shutting her eyes with a sigh. He watched her body sink into the bed, all stress and tension releasing, and he took that as his dismissal. He shut the door behind him, releasing a breath and walking back to his room, confused and tired where he slept on the day's events.

Though he was curious on how tomorrow would turn out.

And that's it! If you want a series out of this let me know!! It's my first fic and I'll probably binge a bunch because I feel like writing. I'm still trying to figure out the whole border thing I wanna make everything aesthetic or whatever but yeah.

See you guys next time!!

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sturnlova · 2 months

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First time ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F & M receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

Nathan : Red

(Word count : 900)

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Me and Chris have been best friends for over 8 years and i’ve told him every secret expect one, i’m a virgin, but i didn’t feel the need to because he can’t do anything about it. well at least i thought he couldn’t

“Exactly bruh, Y/N when your fucking someone would u let them do anal cause i personally wouldn’t” i giggled at his comment and so did everyone else but i didn’t really now what to say since i’ve never done anything romantically like sex, it’s not like people didn’t want to do it with me i just wasn’t ready. Nate went on for a while about fucking girls and his own experiences until i grabbed my phone and hoodie and hopped off the couch to go to Chris’ room and lock myself in there until i was ready to come out. I heard Matt whisper yell at Chris to go check on me and find out what’s wrong.

“Y/N let me in please, i wanna know if you’re okay, what happened Y/N/N”

“please go away Chris it’s embarrassing it doesn’t concern you anyway.”

“ I’m not going away Y/N/N cmon we’re best friends you gotta tell me ill tell you a secret if you want me to”

A minute after i unlocked the door, Chris opened it to see me with a puffy face due to the tears of embarrassment i shed. “Wanna sit and talk about it, i promise i won’t judge ” Chris moved us to the bed and laid me on his chest for we could talk about why i was crying out of nowhere.

As we laid down and made ourself as comfortable as we could i let out a sigh and a whisper into his chest “i’m a virgin at my grown age, Chris i just don’t want to do it with someone i don’t connect with, you know.” Chris just runs his fingers through my hair as i talk about how i feel embarrassed about being a virgin and why i still am one.

A uncomfortable silence forms until Chris cuts it with a knife “if you don’t wanna do this we can forget about it but do you want me to help, like platonically of course.”

“Help?”

“Yeah help.”

“You will tell me how to do it?”

“Of course Y/N no one has to know if u don’t want people to know“

He stands up and asks if i’m 100% sure, “im 101% sure Chris” He takes of his top and i take this as a queue to take mine of to, chris is there with jorts on and i’m left with shorts and my bra on which he unclasp with a bit of a struggle, but it’s fine. He leans down to kiss me softly but passionately.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top me of me. He pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked well he still has his shorts on. “Chris please can you take ur shorts off, or do something please, it feels weird being naked and ur not.” “yeah sweetheart i’ll take it off don’t worry” He takes them off as he speaks.

Sweetheart?

I have to be honest with Chris because after all we are best friend’s “what if it hurts Chris, many get a towel in case i bleed.” “It’s ok we don’t need a towel but i’ll be slow i promise and you can just tap my arm 2 times if u want me to stop, ok?” i nod my head in response. He spreads my legs open and places my ankles on his shoulders. He teases my pussy hole a bit making sure i’m stretched before anything more happens.

“Okay I’m ready Chris just go slow” he slowly adds his length to me, i hiss in response as this is a new feeling and his definitely not small “you ok? want to stop” “no no keep going” He finally adds it all to me and starts moving, i can feel his balls against my butt it’s a bit funny to me only because this is the same boy i used to force to let me practice make up on. He continues his thrust at a steady past well whispering praises in my ear.

I’m a moaning mess under him due to all the new sensations i’m feeling; his tip hits my cervix with every movement he does. Chris giggles, “what’s so funny lover boy?” “the fact you can barely talk ” “shut up” i say between my moans.

“Y/N i’m really close ok, i want you to cum all over my cock” he whimpers as he moves slower and sloppier. “Let go baby” we finish together and giggle at each other’s sweaty tired faces a couple seconds after. We lay in bed together naked in a comfortable silence.

“You did so good Y/N/N i’m so proud of you. Thank you for being comfortable with me.” he kisses my check “you want me to get ya dressed for we can go back down? Or you wanna stay here for a bit ” “Yeah can you please get me dressed before someone walks in, and also i know i don’t have to much experience but you’re good at fucking” Chris giggled and pulled out of me to add my clothes and his clothes back on.

Chris puts his clothes on then grabs me by the waist and puts my clothes on until Nate walks in our room.

“Did y’all fuck?”

“what?” i say with a tone that clearly had attitude to it.

“No we didn’t do that, she had really bad stomach pains and was crying so it might i’ve sounded like moans but it wasn’t..”

“Oh sorry than but why is she naked?”

“Nate get the fuck out”

Chris whispered in my ear “I’ll drop you off home baby” i started to blush and nodded my head and looked down.

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It’s been 4 months since Chris admitted his feelings to me after “helping me” and i couldn’t be more thankful. I now have the best boyfriend i could ever ask for, we also have an annoying but loveable Nate who saw us Post sex.

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tpwkwriter · 8 months

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Hii can u do one w soft dom harry and y/n having a slow vanilla sex on a rainy night shshsjb 👉👈

Such an adorable idea omds!!🩷

Warnings: ofc smut/ detailed smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH, mentions of sexual themes, cuss words + super domestic.

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Being back home was amazing, family, friends, familiarity it was amazing, however the UK really does have the most biopolar weather and rain constantly wasn’t rare.

Being away was good n all but that meant the couple couldn’t have intimacy as much as they wished, after today Harry and y/n were both free for 2 weeks and Harry especially couldn’t wait.

Y/n knew what she was in for H had been dropping hints all this morning before he left and frankly it excited her.

With rain heavily pattering at the window almost like silver bullets, y/n wanted to make this extra cosy and close.

She dashed into there shared room lowered the light dark enough to emphasise the moonlight and stars shinning down on there shared bed, she even lit some of her favourite candles which heavily set the mood.

Only having minutes left, she quickly slipped into her favourite mini silk night dress which she knew H would appreciate.

“Y/n? Love?”

That familiar voice knocked her from her aroused thoughts, witch a quick mirror check and ruffle of her hair she’s ready.

“M’upstairs Baby” she hummed, sitting on the corner of there queen sized bed.

It wasn’t long before y/n was welcomed to the sight of her boyfriend.

his hair being wet from the rain really did something to y/n it reminded her of how he looked after a shower that they often shared, the thought of it had her legs clenching together.

“Fuck Baby” he gushed, letting his jacket slip off his arms and toeing of his shoes.

“Hey baby” y/n said aimlessly gazing at the gorgeous man in-front of her taking him all in.

Without another word Harry leans across the the bed and doesn’t hesitate to leave a lingering kiss across her glossy lips, it wasn’t king until the kiss progressed into something further.

It didn’t take much before Harry’s hands started wandering across her neck and chest.

“Fuck” y/n lightly moaned.

“Let me love you darling” he said against her lips “let me make you happy baby”

“Mmhmm” y/n hummed not trusting her shaky voice at this moment, despite there 4 year anniversary coming up he still made her breathless.

Shivering at the feel of Harry’s cold rings on her sensitive nipples over the thin silk caused y/n to leave a line of breathy moans, music to his ears Harry thought.

“Fucking hell baby, jumping the guns hmm?” Harry quietly spoke, whilst biting down on his bottom lip and his hands continue to slid her nightdress further up her body, realising she had no panties on.

“Mmhmm”

“Gonna make you feel soo good angel, so good” he continues.

Once the nightdress is completely discarded Harry decided a he can’t wait any longer.

“M’kay baby, m’gonna touch you now okay? Remember your colours?” He said referring to the colour system they created, green being absolutely fine keep going, orange being slow down/try something else and red being stop, it worked for them.

“Mmhmm, touch me” she said fluttering her eyelashes.

He presses his lips messily to hers and make sure to gently move her back onto the soft mattress and gently being on top of her, keeping his lips on hers he slides his hands down her perfect body and gently begins to place his digits into her wet pussy.

“Shit” she moans against him.

“Someones been waiting for this hm?”

“Uh uh” she moans clenching her eyes.

“I want- ah shit” she moans again.

“What baby, what d’ya want” he whispers against her lips

“Mmm”

“Gotta use y’words angel”

“Y’tongue, please harry shit” she asks

“S’that right” he smirks, knowing he has her in such a mess already has his ego bursting at the seems.

Removing his fingers from her, her arousal still prominent around his fingers had Harry some way.

“Wanna Taste y’self for me Baby, gonna clean m’fingers off”

“Mmmhmmm” she whined, opening her mouth already to the request.

“My good girl, such a good girl” he says placing his pointer finger and middle finger into her mouth to which she instantly does what she’s told.

“My best girl”

Once satisfied he decided to now give the girl what she requested.

Making sure to give some attentions to her breasts, he makes his way down to her throbbing pussy.

“Fuck harry” she whined, his hot breath on her wet sex was already pleasurable.

“Darling your dripping”

“Harry please”

“This pussy was just made for me, wasn’t it darling”

“Uh huh”

“Please harry” she added

“I will darling, patience baby girl patience”

Without any warning he plunges his tongue into her wet hole, causing her to squirm and moan under his touch.

His hands go under her legs and hold her abdomen in attempt to keep her in his touch.

He continues to lick a stripe up and down her pussy, her clear arousal coating his tongue.

“Fuck” she squealed.

“M’gonna cum already!” She added voice high and slightly shaky

Harry drew circles with his tongue her throbbing clit, loving her reactions and the feel of her hand lightly pulling at his curls edges him even more.

“Fuck, harry please im gonna cum” she moaned, the feel of his mouth around her clit was enough to trigger these feelings in her tummy.

“Cum on m’tongue love” he hummed against her pussy, she almost did there and then with the vibrating feeling of his voice.

Harry worked on her clit with his tongue while freeing his left hand to finger her hole.

Y/n was a shaky, whiny mess, and Harry couldn’t wait to finish her off later.

“Harry” she cried.

“Fuck, fuck im gonna fuck harry I’m cu-“ and with that Harry felt the hot liquid coat his tongue, fuck she was delicious.

“Such a good girl” he breathed, slowly pulling himself up towards the flustered girl.

“I wanna” she began.

“Wanna Take care of you”

“You do?” He asked pressing a kiss to her lips again.

“Mmmhmm, wanna make my Harry happy”’

“Your Harry’s very happy darling” he said quickly pulling up from h the kiss and unbuckling his belt, and y/n was quick to remove his shirt.

“So handsome” y/n uttered.

“Love-“

“Mm fuck, so hard” she continued pressing a palm to his now very exposed erection.

“Only for you darling, you do this to me” he breathed out.

“I wanna taste your cock” she said, flipping him over and kneeling on the floor and resting her hands on his clad thighs.

“Yeah, Yeah Darling, wanna taste m’cock hmm?” He hums lifting his hips and removing the last garment he had on.

Y/n was in awe, his cock practically hit his tummy when he removed his boxers, the sight of the pre cum leaking from the tip absolutely made her drool.

Not wanting to waste more time she swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick.

“Christ” he breathed out, relaxing in her mouth.

Wanting to drag this out longer she swirled her tongue around his thick cock enjoying the taste and weight of it on her tongue.

A sudden speed, began, the sight of her bobbing her pretty head up and down on his cock did it for Harry.

“Baby girl fucking fuck!” He hissed.

“Baby-“

“I love your cock harry” she said removing his cock from her mouth a ‘pop’ sound following.

Pressing kisses along his cock and hands trailing around the base, with this he wasn’t gonna last long.

“Baby, Baby” he quickly blurted.

“M’really not gonna last, I need to fuck you and now” he breathed.

Y/n’s eyes lit up at the idea, again she was throbbing.

Not being able to wait any longer, harry gently guides y/n back to the bed.

“Head down, arse up, just how you like it princess”

Y/n was fast to do what he said, her sex still dripping and glossy, this was going to be worth it.

Harry took a second to take in what was happening, a cosy room, the rain hitting there bedroom window making them feel safe and warm from the outside coldness and his beautiful girl in-front of him what a lucky guy.

“What’s your colour lovie?” He said placing both hands on her hips.

“Green, so so green” she sighed happily against her pillow.

“Okay”

Harry props himself against the girl and aligns his hard on, to her pussy.

“Ready beautiful?” He hummed.

“Mmhmm baby”

Once it slides in, both of them enter cloud 9, this what they’ve craved and waited for, and it was worth it.

It wasn’t long and Harry’s thrusts became more frequent and swift.

“Oh shit” y/n moaned, eyes shut and mouth agape and clutching further into her pillow.

“God baby”

“Love you, so much it hurts” he moans keeping his pace.

It wasn’t long until both of them would reach breaking point.

“Cum with me baby girl” he moans, voice shakier and lower then usual.

“Fuck your so tight around me” he breathes

“Baby cum, cum harry cum” y/n whined, thank god for the pillow otherwise the neighbours would’ve been complaining.

And just like that they were moaning shaking messes.

“Shit, fuck, shit” harry groans falling into his girls back.

“I love you” he huffs.

Reluctantly he slowly pulls out, and grabs his girl.

“C’mere pretty thing” he said laying down on his side of the bed and letting her fall ontop of him, we reached down gently and pulled up the duvet to allow it to warm them for a sec.

“I love you Harry, ah shit” she said flailing ontop of him kissing his cheek.

“I love you so much angel girl fuck”

A few moments of comfortable silence were shared, listening to the raindrops hit the glass pane and staring at the silver bright moon which shone through there window.

“We should clean up, I’ll ran y’bath baby” Harry suggested.

“Mmm, just let me hold you for 5 more minutes.

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I really did not know where to stop😭 hope this isn’t too much defo the smuttist thing I’ve write hope it’s not cringy 😵‍💫

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #Harry styles smut #Harry styles fluff #harry styles au #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #smut #heavy smut #Harry styles heavy smut #harry styles x fem!reader #my fic writing #smutty #so much smut

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delusional-mushroom · 2 months

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Platonic Hazbin Hotel x Autism creature reader ii

Apparently you all like this? Sorry about the long wait, school’s been kicking my ass lately.

Anyway, here’s part 2, Bon appétit

Part i | Part ii

You fell.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

All you remember was waking up to Speckle slithering on your face and- HOLY CRAP YOUR WING SHOULD NOT BEND LIKE THAT

After about 10 minutes of wallowing in your pain, you slowly got up.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

You took a moment to take in the situation. Your clothes, as well as the ground beneath you, we’re stained in gold. It was hard to miss the golden blood trailing behind you too.

There was also a crater in the ground where you fell.

You see the Hazbin hotel in the distance and with the obvious attitude of “What could go wrong?” You sauntered towards the looming building

Speckle took over sight duty on the way tho. The Bright sign posts and the occasional dumpster fires rubbing salt on the metaphorical wound of your approaching melt down.

When you finally got there, you uncovered your eyes and stood outside for a few minutes before finally gathering up the courage to knock on the door.

Luckily for you, it’s Charlie who opens the door.

You exchange awkward greetings, Charlie beating around the bush of asking you the casual question of you know, why the fuck you’re in hell?

After a few seconds of staring at each other, you nervously fiddle with your thumbs

“So Uhm, I uh, fell, I guess.”

After the initial shock, concern, and confusion, Charlie welcomed you with open arms

At first, the hotel residents didn’t know what to make of you

Vaggie was pretty neutral with you, you seemed alright enough in heaven and if you weren’t gonna make a fuss neither would she.

That is, until she found you making yourself a cup of cocoa at two in the morning.

“Had a nightmare,” you mumbled when she questioned you, hand stretched towards you as if she held her spear to you throat. Did she sleep with the thing? Who knows.

She dropped her arm and took in your disheveled appearance. That seemed to check out. It seemed tonight wasn’t good for you either. “What about you?” She heard you ask drowsily.

“Nightmare.” She said. It was cold and blunt as she turned on the kettle and carelessly threw a teabag inside of a mug. ‘Best girlfriend ever’ it read in black. A gift from charlie, she smiled at the thought.

“Wanna talk about it?” You tested. This situation was more awkward than you wanted to deal with. At least the noise of the kettle in the background filled up the silence.

Vaggie turned to you, the ghost of a smile lingering on her face. Maybe tonight wasn’t so bad.

And since then you and her talked about what was bothering you. Or not. Sometimes you just sit next to each other, a cup of cocoa in both of your hands and enjoy each other’s company.

Angel found you funny

Fat nuggets 🤝 you.

Whenever Angel has to go to the studio, he leaves Fat Nuggets with you.

Whether its for you to watch the pig, or the pig to watch you, well… thats up to you.

He probably won’t open up to you about Valentino

But if he does, the stupid bald moth asshole can expect a lot of passive aggressive [special interest] themed notes that come seemingly nowhere.

Sir Pentious didn’t know what to make of you at first.

To him, you were some random child that showed up one day and could go from staring into someones soul for minutes on end without blinking, to looking like you were on the brink of tears if you hands brushed against a nope texture.

Eventually though, you ask about his inventions.

Bro had a whole “your asking about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories!” Moment.

(If you get that reference I love you)

You become hyper-fixation buddies.

You and Nifty don’t get along too well…

“YOU LEAVE THE ROACHES ALONE!” You shriek, holding two bugs high above you hear as the short little menace tries to get to them, knife brandished.

“NEVER!” She laughed back a crazed look in her eye.

…that wasn’t fun. Rest in piece Sir Bob and dame Jane.

Whenever you zone out in front of Husk, he pours a glass of apple juice and gently places it in front of you, eyeing you every now and then, a concerned look in his eyes.

Alastor finds you amusing.

He tried making a deal with you on your first day.

Now Vaggie won’t let him within a 3 meter radius of you.

When you meet Lucifer, he takes one look at you, Speckle coiled around your neck and a bottle of apple juice in your hands and just immediately goes “🫠”

He’s your father now. There’s no getting out of it. Why would even you want to tho?

Hyper-fixation buddy #2

You both rant about your special interests to each other

Be prepared to be bombarded with rubber ducks.

Meanwhile, in heaven…

Everyone: wHeRe iS tHe cHiLd?

#fanfiction #platonic x reader #hazbin x reader #platonic hazbin hotel #autistic reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin lucifer x reader #platonic lucifer x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin angel dust

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accio-victuuri · 3 months

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i am someone who had always been fond of fake rumors. even if it’s not from lrlg, i will eat it up. doesn’t matter what the source is from the 3 accounts that are actively posting contributions. do i believe it’s all real? no. does that stop me from enjoying them? no. i treat it as a cute story/fan fiction to enjoy. but there are a couple of times that i talked about how it hits too close to home. maybe it’s a coincidence— just depends on the person to decide.

so everyone is talking about the clues in zz’s recent weibo post. the usual ones : a photo of the moon, taking a shot of his shoes which is re-web series and looks like wyb’s gq weibo post, the sunset backdrop etc.

but can we talk about the caption????

the plan to quit carbs fell short.

on the surface, it’s a humorous caption. zz who is lamenting the fact that his diet is “ruined” by the great food in the city. and i would say a common caption people who are on vacation will use. but two things i wanna discuss:

the caption does not match the photos. zz is not a stranger to sharing photos of food. at this point, it’s expected. but you would think, with that caption, we would at least get a photo of the culprits *cough*bread and pastries*cough* that made his plan fail right? so what is this for. who is he reporting? which leads me to the second point, the lunar new year reunion fake rumor posted on 2/22. specifically when yibo told xz “ If you don’t eat carbohydrates, your temper will get worse.” which i dismissed as their usual banter when i read it. we know wyb nags him to eat actual food so this checks out. but thinking about it now, it’s so specific. carbs. why did he say that? if this was happening during the lunar new year holidays, it could be xz was already starting or planning his no carb diet. then the caption in his weibo post confirms that, there was a plan but it failed during his milan trip.

is this him indirectly telling wyb that the plan failed? is his temper better now? lol 😂😂😂😂

we are aware that xz eats healthy food and most likely hires someone to take care of that. but no one knew about this carb thing, till this caption. or if you read the fake, you would. a fake rumor shared by someone who is allegedly in their circle.

and people wonder why we get so worked up about certain fakes… this is an example of why 💯

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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newtkive · 4 months

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

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mediumgayitalian · 20 days

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fic rec friday 13

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

I Need A Hero by @theroyalsavage

The "Nico is a superhero, Will is a med student" AU nobody asked for or wanted.

OBSESSED WITH THIS AU OBSESSED WITH THIS AU OBSESSED WITH THIS AU. I AM LOSING MY MIND AND HAVE READ IT SO MANY DOZENS OF TIMES. genuinely one of my top faces like its so fucking GOOD!!! the romcom romance of it all!! makes me lose it!!! the angst of loving someone who is constantly putting himself on the front lines!! the fear of not knowing if he's coming home!! being his healer, holding his life in your hands because he doesn't trust it with anyone else!!!! what if i rioted!!! what if i chewed clean through my ceiling!!!!! what if i swallowed my phone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what if i clawed my way out of the pit of despair!!!! i am!! gonna!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!

2. As If His Hands Were Enough (to Hold an Avalanche Off) by @theroyalsavage

Nico di Angelo has been through enough to know life doesn't always work out the way you plan. But fate is a funny thing, and, in Nico's junior year of college, it hands him salvation in the form of freckled cheeks and a smile like the sun.

OH dude this author is actually everything to me. prepare for an onslaught of their stuff bc i am OBSESSED, but this one especially....oh it's special man. this had me LOSING MY MIND. seph’s acceptance made its way into my devotion scrapbook. never be ashamed of loving anybody….what a fucking thesis. i also ADORED how a) story didn’t end with them getting together, went thru them learning each other too and b) nico didn’t get fixed by dating will. he got fixed by loving himself, something he learned to do by loving will. crying.

3. Of Gods and Men by @theroyalsavage

There is something profoundly strange about the forest behind Will Solace’s new house. The trees, it seems, breathe magic. The truth is this: there are things that the forest hides that humans cannot understand. Nico di Angelo is one of them.

I LOVE PARTICULAR AUS!!!!!! AND I LOVE YOU ROYAL SAVAGE!!!!! dude god nico and mortal will is always gonna knock me flat bc its so canon, you know? will is going to be a consort of a god one day. and to read it in fic has me HOWLING but this one in particular....OH the ending is gonna knock yall flat fr!!! if you like percy refusing immortality for annabeth youre gonna LOVE this!!

4. Kitchen Nightmares by @theroyalsavage

Nico is the owner and head chef of an upscale restaurant in Hell's Kitchen, New York City. There's nothing easy about running a business, especially when you have to juggle an overprotective father, a college-age sister, and a staff about as under control as a stampede. The last thing Nico needs is a rival in the form of the ugliest food truck on the face of the planet. And yet, that's exactly what he gets. Of food fights, fledgling friendships, and Nico di Angelo's stupid little soft spot for Will Solace.

i know ive literally said it like five times now but NO ONE does an au like theroyalsavage idc. dude romeo & juliet but food truck and fancy restaurant?? hello!!!! omg!! i literally sat my ass down and devoured this i could not stop myself. and then i hit the end and started it right back up again. the love without having the space to establish anything….inherent homoeroticism of rivalry…..my heart!!

5. don't wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours by @theroyalsavage

Will Solace, café manager extraordinaire, just wants to coast through their monthly open mic night in peace. He definitely is not banking on meeting a handsome stranger with the voice of the gods and the death glare of a high-ranking member of the KGB. And yet, that's exactly what he gets.

telling someone you’re not even dating you’re in love with them after like five months is insane behaviour will solace i get you 😭😭 he is so real in every scenario all the time like he is genuinely perfect for nico who is equally as insane and deserves someone who is fully obsessed with him. god.

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

#yes another week of all one author what of it im obsessed with her work #wont even be the only week tbh there will be more #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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SNARRY FOR BEGINNERS

Are you a bit Snarry curious, but also sorta wary and unsure where to start? Good news: I have some recs for you!

Snarry is a tricky ship for some folks. All of its most problematic themes are what draw me in personally, but that's not to say there aren't some safe places to start for a newcomer!

What I've chosen are:

Nothing too long, so you can get a little taste to see how you feel. So I'm looking at 50k or under.

Nothing "problematic" or as few "problematic" themes as I can get. No underage. No power imbalance. No consent issues. (...or at least nothing egregious haha.)

Works that also maintain some integrity to Harry and Severus' individual characters, and the tension between them. If I play it too safe it won't feel properly Snarry to me! Half the fun is the tension between them, so we must keep that!

So...If you wanna check some out, keep reading!

An Awkward Customer

by AnyaElizabeth. Rated: E. Words: 10,768. Postwar. EWE. Romance. Humor.

Snape can't figure out why Potter is hanging around his shop.

Why Read? A nice rom-com based on the prompt: "Harry makes a bet with someone that he could seduce anyone if he put his mind to it, and that someone selected for him is Snape, naturally." Severus owns an apothecary so we get some nice flirting at the workplace!

a scratch for every itch

by bleedcolor (@bleedcolor.) Rated: T. Words: 11,478. Fluff & humor. Magical maladies. Friends to idiots in love. Romance.

Severus Snape is an itch that Harry just can't scratch.

Why Read? Surely fluff is a safe place to start! And as a person who isn't often drawn to fluff, this is one I love, and is a comfort read of mine. Very sweet and silly and a great place to dip your toes in!

Dumbledore's Folly

by Dementordelta. Rated: M. Words: 47,446. Romance. Courtship. Oldie but a goodie!

Snape must court Harry according to wizarding traditions.

Why Read? I've reread this fic countless times over the years and it's still such a fun read. If you like arranged marriage/courtship fics, this is the one for you!

The Interrupted Kiss

by emynn. Rated: E. Words: 24,291. Postwar. Romance. Hurt/comfort. Mystery.

Once upon a time, Severus Snape shared a kiss with Harry Potter. Then Harry had disappeared after killing the Dark Lord, leaving Severus the reluctant darling of the Wizarding world. When Dumbledore insists on throwing a ball in Severus’s honour, Severus is convinced the world has gone completely mad. But when he comes across an ashy-faced young man whose half-answers about his identity haunt his every thought, Severus realizes that a ball might be the least of his worries.

Why Read? What safer place to start than a fairytale? If we ignore that most original fairytales are pretty effed up, actually. This is a Cinderella-inspired work. Severus is the Prince (naturally), and Harry is the wandmaker (cool career, right??) who attracts many cute animals! (He does not sing to them, though; what a shame!)

This Time of Ours

by emynn. Rated: E. Words: 35,442. Time travel. Hurt/comfort. Romance & drama.

Severus Snape wasn’t supposed to die. Neither was Harry Potter.

Why Read? Emynn has plenty of great Snarry fics, which is why you're getting 2 recs! We start with some fun snarking, move onto sweet bonding, and then...second chances! Very light, enjoyable read.

On the Deficencies of Translation Spells

by LilaDiurne (@liladiurne.) Rated: E. Words: 41,130. Getting together. Magical theory. Professor Potter & Professor Snape. Beaubatons. Pining. Light angst. Minor Harry/others.

Divorced, single, and free, Harry lives a completely unapologetic life in Paris. Between casual hook-ups and an easy, comfortable job, he likes to think he is as close to happiness as he'll ever be. And when he gets offered a teaching job at the prestigious Académie Beauxbâtons, he thinks he may have found exactly what was missing. But Harry is thoroughly unprepared for what he finds there - a familiar face that's been haunting his dreams for six years.

Why read? It's very Harry-centric. It's Harry's POV, and very about Harry and his journey as he moves to a new place, in a new phase of his life, and settles in. There's an existing connection and attraction between Harry and Severus, and one that unfolds so sensually and beautifully. Harry's very much an adult and mature and has lived a lot of life when he and Severus reunite.

Rapture

by mia_ugly (@mia-ugly.) Rated: E. Words: 48,123. Time travel. Romance.

Snape sees the man, for the first time, on his twenty-fifth birthday.

Why Read? It's a classic! It is very beloved in the community for good reason. Gorgeous writing. The relationship develops so naturally, and the pure emotion will knock your socks off. Potentially the best place to start for Snarry. I'm not a big fan of time travel, but I love this fic!

Revealed, Gently

by sarkysue. Rated: T. Words: 22,243. Postwar. Romance. Humor.

Snape isn’t dead, he’s back at Hogwarts and in need of an assistant. Coincidently, Harry is hanging around Hogwarts, reluctant to move on with his life. Cue sniping and snarking, tears and laughter and, possibly, love.

Why Read? It's fun. It's cute. It's a bit silly. It makes great use of how not easy it would be for these two, and having a blast with it! There is arguably a power imbalance what with Harry being Snape's teaching assistant, but it doesn't really feel like much of one. It's only a great opportunity to force these 2 to hang out long enough to fall in love!

The Sleeping Prince

by who_la_hoop. Rated: T. Words: 42,758. Postwar. Deaging. 8th year.

It's hard to ignore your past — and impossible to do so when you can't remember your future. But a meddlesome portrait, a dragon with an ancient grudge and true love's kiss teach an unlikely Prince that a regrettable past doesn't have to mean an unhappy ending.

Why Read? While probably the most questionable on the list, it's still fairly tame. Student Harry and his developing feelings for Student Severus, who is deaged postwar. It feels very much like a feel good teenage romance, wherein the characters very much act their age, awkwardness and all! The only caveat being things change a bit at the end, but there's no underage and it is rated Teen, to be fair!

The Beating of This Fragile Heart

by Writcraft (@writcraft.) Rated: E. Words: 33,146. Hurt/comfort. Fluff & angst. Serious Injury. Romance.

After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life. It’s only when Harry’s life is endangered that Severus is finally forced to confront his feelings head on.

Why Read? If you're coming from Drarry, you might be familiar with Writ's works! They've written plenty for drarry and some rare pair works, and they are a fantastic storyteller. This fic in particular is very romantic. Full of hesitancy and insecurity, and seeing how the relationship begins and how it unfolds and changes (for the better) when Severus is forced to deal with his issues. It's quite a journey but so full of love from start to finish and it's just so lovely and full of feels and one I return to again and again.

#danpuff recs #snarry #snarry for beginners

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you’re too young to be lost

Part 1 Part 2 ao3 (Complete)

Faintly, Dustin can hear Steve’s voice get calmer, but no less insistent.

“Eddie, what’s…? Okay, okay, I’m—”

The bathroom door clicks shut. Dustin strains to listen, but their voices are low and muffled; he can’t make out any words.

He sits up shakily, moves his leg with both hands so it’s stretched out in front of him. Remains on the last step, rests his head on one of his knees and just…

Breathes.

Footsteps, quick and light.

Steve.

Dustin doesn’t know when exactly he learned to tell who’s coming without looking, but he does remember thinking in The Upside Down that if everything was suddenly plunged into darkness, he’d still be able to know where Steve and Eddie were, just by listening to their footsteps.

Steve comes to a stop halfway down the stairs. Dustin hears him sigh, like he’s relieved and sad at the same time. Then he keeps walking, slower now, until Dustin can feel him sit down beside him, on the last step.

Dustin sniffs against his jeans. “Is Eddie okay?”

“He’ll be fine,” Steve replies, and he says it reassuringly, but Dustin can’t help noticing that it’s not exactly a ‘yes.’ “He wanted me to come check on you.”

And that’s said like it’s what Steve would’ve done anyway. Like it’s an absolute certainty.

A hand in Dustin’s hair, gently ruffling through it.

“C’mon, lemme help you up.”

Dustin takes Steve’s hand reluctantly although it turns out he needs the support, his bad foot still unsteady beneath him. He doesn’t get it; he’s walked on it by himself in far worse circumstances, had done so in The Upside Down while Steve… took care of Eddie. Sure, he thought he was going to throw up from the pain, but he still managed it.

“There you go,” Steve says, and he guides Dustin over to one of the couches in the living room. His voice lowers, as if talking to himself: “Okay, ice, elevation…”

He props Dustin’s foot up with a couple of cushions before heading off to the kitchen. When he returns, he’s holding an ice pack, all official looking, kind of like the ones the school nurse has on hand.

“Okay, twenty minutes with this on it,” he says, carefully pressing the ice to Dustin’s ankle, “then we’ll rinse, repeat in a few hours.”

Dustin nods.

Steve tilts his head a little, forehead creased—like he doesn’t know what to do in the face of Dustin’s uncharacteristic silence.

“Can I take a look at your neck? Wanna make sure it’s clean.”

Dustin nods again.

Steve’s motions when he cleans Dustin’s neck with antiseptic wipes are practised, steady—the air of someone who’s done this countless times before. He probably has, Dustin reasons.

“Yeah, speaking from experience,” Steve says, and his voice sounds like he’s trying very hard to keep things light, “you don’t wanna just slap make-up straight on there.” He moves closer, hisses through his teeth when all the foundation is removed. “Shit, Henderson.”

“It’s not that bad,” Dustin says. “It didn’t even bleed, really.”

Steve blows out a breath. “Dustin—”

“You’ve had worse.”

Much worse.

Steve stares at him. “That… that doesn’t make it all right.”

Dustin shrugs. Looks away. He thinks of saying, Figured I should finally pull my weight when it comes to taking hits, something along those lines, but he knows Steve would never hear him out.

He’s thought about it, though. Had an awful lot of time to reckon with it, while waiting for Eddie to wake up in hospital: the thought that Eddie had leapt into danger to keep him safe. That Steve, too, could’ve easily been in a hospital bed multiple times over the years—escaping that possibility by the skin of his teeth.

Starcourt. Steve yelling at him to go.

Your fault.

Steve sighs. “Hey, look at me?” When Dustin does, he says, both gentle and serious, “Did you ever think that maybe, like, the one silver lining to getting the shit knocked outta me was so that you wouldn’t have to?”

And his voice has got this tone, a patience beyond his years, like he’s explaining that’s just the way the world works.

It rankles Dustin. He remembers Mike admitting once that before Will disappeared, the angriest he’d probably ever felt was when Nancy came home from school crying—that it suddenly didn’t matter if she was older or not: just that she was his sister, and he wanted to fix the world for her.

He thinks he feels something close to that anger, now.

“That’s not fair,” he says. “You… you were a kid, too.”

You still are, he adds inside his head.

Because yes, he’s obviously always known that Steve’s older, but he equally knows that there’s not such a huge chasm between them. That Steve might try and carry himself like someone much older, like Hopper, but he shouldn’t be there yet, not even close—as if The Upside Down and everything else has forcibly pressed fast forward on his life.

Steve nods like he’s conceding the point. Then he says, “Yeah, but I got to be, what, twelve, thirteen, fourteen…” He trails off, counting the remaining years on his fingers. “All that without any alternate dimension shit.”

Dustin doesn’t think that’s all that good of a rebuttal. The thought must show on this face, because Steve chuckles and says, “How about we just agree that we’re both stubborn as fuck?”

Dustin tries to smile. “Yeah, okay.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m… I’m sorry, I… didn’t mean for Eddie to—” He glances down. “Didn’t mean to upset him.”

“You didn’t,” Steve says immediately and doesn’t back down even when Dustin shoots him a look of disbelief. “He’s… he was just scared for you, Dustin.”

His eyes linger on Dustin’s neck, the silent, ‘And so am I,’ made clear.

“Listen,” Steve continues after a pause, “remember when we went looking for your weird little slug? Dash or whatever.”

Dustin smiles and rolls his eyes. “Dart.”

“Sure, him. I think about that all the time, man.”

Dustin frowns in confusion. “You do?”

“Oh, yeah.” Steve’s eyes go a little distant for a moment, like he’s walking the railroad tracks all over again. “Just damn grateful I bumped into you, like, you can’t even… And I’m so, so glad you told me stuff.” He gives Dustin an earnest look, eyes imploring. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

“I just…” Dustin swallows. “I just wanted it to be over,” he admits in a whisper.

And Steve smiles sadly, like he can already tell Dustin isn’t talking about Gates and Monsters.

“I know,” he says softly. “It’s not your fault other people are dicks, okay? It’s not your fault.”

And Dustin can hear the unspoken Please tell me as loud as anything.

He digs deep. Opens his mouth.

Talks.

He does his best not to falter, tries to recount it like he would if he was on the walkie, just bringing everyone up to speed.

But it’s hard. It’s so hard.

When he gets to exactly what had been said that led him to throw a punch, Steve goes very still. He doesn’t say anything, like he’s holding in his anger for Dustin’s sake.

Dustin almost wants to tell him not to bother, that his own fury has kept burning ever since he heard it. That they can be angry together.

But then he reaches getting pushed up against the bathroom wall, and he finds that breathing is becoming more and more difficult.

He feels another sharp twist of guilt—that the point is surely what had been said about Eddie—but he suddenly can’t help thinking about what might’ve… He can almost feel the knife against his throat.

Nothing happened, really.

But he… he could have—

“Hey, hey,” Steve says softly. “You’re okay, Dustin. You’re okay.” He cups the back of Dustin’s head, breathes in and out slowly, a guide for Dustin to catch his breath.

Dustin tips forward slightly, heaves out juddering breaths as Steve holds him up. Eventually, little by little, his breathing comes easier.

“That’s it,” Steve says. “That’s it, just… yeah, there you go.” He squeezes Dustin’s shoulders. “Just gonna take the ice off for now, okay?”

He says it with a quiet reassurance, like he’s also saying You don’t have to talk anymore, not if you don’t want to. I’m so damn proud of you.

Dustin finally manages a good, deep breath as Steve removes the ice pack. Steve must notice, because as he stands up, he gives Dustin a relieved kind of smile.

“I’ll be five minutes max, all right? Just sit tight.”

Dustin listens to Steve go up the stairs. He again tries to pick up on any conversation coming from above, but he can’t hear anything—and in the silence, soon finds himself in a losing battle with sleep.

The next thing he knows, he feels a gentle hand on his head. It’s Eddie: he can feel the bottom of his rings, the care taken to ensure that they never once catch in Dustin’s hair, no matter how boisterous his hugs are.

Dustin’s getting slowly lowered down until his cheek rests on a pillow. He must make an involuntary, sleepy noise at the movement, because he hears Eddie whisper, “Shh, s’only me.”

The almost silent sound of a blanket being unfolded, then placed over him. Warmth.

He just hears fragments of speech, like the sensation of nodding off in a car—knowing that it’s him rather than the radio fading in and out.

“… he asleep?”

“Yeah, I… thought he… must be exhausted…”

And then he loses track of all words, of everything.

A faucet running. Scrape of a pan being brought out of the cupboard. Clatter of bowls on the counter.

“… just feel like… never gonna…”

“I know. Look, I can… talked to… gonna go up to the school.”

“Since when have… ever fucking cared?”

“I know, but… trying my best here.”

“… I know you… shit, Steve, I’m sorry.”

Dustin keeps his eyes closed. He drifts back into consciousness, becomes aware of the entire conversation around him when he hears Eddie mutter, like he’s despairing at himself, “Just what the fuck did I think I was doing?”

The click of a burner on the stove being switched on.

Steve’s reply is slow and careful. “What do you mean?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. Hellfire. School. The whole fucking thing.”

“Eddie. Come on, you couldn’t have known that—”

“No, just let me—god, I might as well have painted the damn target on his back myself.”

Another click: the burner getting turned off.

“Eddie—”

“Don’t—I chose to—but he—” Eddie’s voice is growing increasingly strained. He inhales shakily. “Sometimes I wish I’d never—he’s just a kid, man, he shouldn’t have to—”

His voice breaks.

Dustin, ever so slowly, raises his head. Peeks over the top of the couch.

Eddie’s back is to him. He’s standing by the counter, shoulders shaking.

Steve is stepping away from the stove. He reaches Eddie, murmurs, “C’mere,” and just…

Holds onto him. Presses a kiss into his hair.

Dustin feigns sleep for another ten minutes or so, then begins to gradually ‘stir.’ Steve spots that he’s awake first, retrieves another ice pack for his ankle.

Eddie sits down on the other end of the couch, seems to make himself as small as possible in the corner—hunched up, staring as Wheel of Fortune plays on the T.V, as if suddenly fascinated by it.

Dustin repeatedly checks his watch, like that will make his allotted twenty minutes go any faster. When the time’s up, he immediately flings his ice pack off—“Oh sure, just get that all over the floor!” Steve calls from the kitchen, but he doesn’t sound all that concerned about it—and crawls gingerly over to Eddie.

It takes a few moments for Eddie to notice that Dustin’s moved; when he does, his eyebrows go up in surprise.

“Careful with your foot,” he says, too quiet.

“I’m fine.”

Silence. Eddie opens and closes his mouth a couple times, deliberating.

“Hey, um. Henderson, I’ve—been thinking, and it’s… it’s fine if you don’t want to, uh… I’ll understand if—”

“Shut up,” Dustin says, as firm and gentle as he can make it.

Because there’s no way he can listen to Eddie finish that thought, no way he can listen to Eddie even suggest the idea that anyone should regret knowing him—as if that’s even possible. As if Dustin ever could.

“Starting high school would’ve sucked without you.” Dustin says it with as much feeling as he can, tries to make it impossible for Eddie to argue. “Dude, you know the Party rules: friends for life. No take backs.”

Eddie exhales with a slight shudder, like he’s been winded. Then, voice a little hoarse, he says, “O-okay. Can I… make another rule, then?”

Dustin pauses. Nods.

“If you’re…” Eddie swallows. “If anything like this ever happens again, you’ve gotta tell someone. Me or Steve or your mom or… just. Someone. A-and you… you’ve gotta give the full picture, I don’t care how ugly it is. Just. Christ, all that matters is your safety, okay?”

“That’s not all that matters,” Dustin says impulsively, thinking of dirty looks towards Eddie, of poisonous words.

“Yeah, it is,” Eddie says, a finality to his tone, like he’s somehow heard Dustin’s thoughts. “Look, Dustin…” He sighs. “It’s not your job to—to defend me, got it? Trust me, it… it means so much that you’d… means more than you’ll ever know.” He gives a knowing, bittersweet smile. “But you can’t fix the whole world.”

“I can try.”

Eddie laughs, choked with emotion. “And that’s a goddamn admirable sentiment. But nothing’s worth you getting hurt.” He hesitates, then opens his arms, and Dustin shuffles forward into a hug. “I can’t fucking bear the thought of you—of you—”

“Okay,” Dustin says. Hears Eddie’s breathing hitch, and holds on tight. “I’m okay.”

Steve makes spaghetti and meatballs, balances his own bowl on his knees while he sits directly on the floor—occasionally looks over at Dustin and Eddie sitting sprawled across each other with a fond smile.

For all the past heaviness, the rest of the night is light. Dustin takes advantage of Eddie’s distraction when he’s shouting out answers to quiz shows and steals a couple of his meatballs—though he suspects Eddie knows and just lets him get away with it.

And then, as it gets late, he begins to doze off, leaning against Eddie’s side. Feels a pair of arms around him.

Sleeps.

When he wakes, he’s back to being laid out on his usual spot on the couch, tucked in with the blanket.

He turns his head to see that Steve and Eddie are sleeping on the floor, atop a mattress they must have somehow brought downstairs without waking him up.

While Eddie has his back to the couch, Steve is facing it. And Dustin can tell from how they’re mirroring each other, arms outstretched, that they must’ve fallen asleep holding hands.

He smiles. Keeps smiling when Steve wakes up and catches him looking. He watches as some sort of understanding lights up Steve’s eyes; he winks at Dustin, as if in gratitude.

“Too early still,” Steve says kindly. “Go back to sleep.”

Dustin almost does so without thinking, but…

“I’ll be late for school?”

Steve shakes his head. “Called in for you. Said you’re sick.”

And at hearing that, Dustin feels a sudden flood of relief. He sighs. “Thanks.”

Steve shakes his head as if to say it was nothing. He continues, voice low so as not to disturb Eddie, “Got a meeting with the principal on Monday. Told Mike and Lucas to be careful, but that dickhead’s getting suspended already.”

“You didn’t have to—”

“Shut up,” Steve says softly. “And… hey, we can talk it through later, but I think you should tell your mom. Thought we could go the meeting together.” He makes a face. “I know it’s not exactly gonna be, like, plain sailing, but… it’ll make things better, in the end. Trust me.”

Dustin pushes back the knee jerk discomfort around the thought of confiding in his mom, pushes back the instinct to not tell her anything. That belongs to the days of The Upside Down.

This is…

This is different.

And despite his initial misgivings, the idea of Steve and his mom being a united front makes him smile. They’ll be unstoppable, he thinks.

“Mm-hmm, trust you,” Dustin mumbles.

He knows there’ll still be a steep hill to climb; they can’t fix everything just like that. And yeah, the meeting might suck. But it kind of feels better already, that Steve and Eddie know. That he’s got a few days here, away from everything.

He listens to Steve yawning, to Eddie’s deep breathing, and lets them both lull him back to sleep.

#dustin henderson fic #steve and dustin #steddie with dustin’s pov #eddie and dustin #henderfam #steddie fic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #thank u for the love on this ❤️

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luke-hughes43 · 2 months

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quinn request!! maybe the reader is drafted from the 2020 she was first and the first woman in the nhl bu and she went to a team(you can pick maybe the leafs?) and she did amazing on that team but she didn’t love it and she traded to the cannucks at the end of the 22 season, and quinn just started being a captain so he kidna got closet to her pretty fast especially because she ended up moving into the apartment building he lives in so they started driving together to the arena and basically became really really great friends but quinn definitely has been falling for her and doesn’t want to say anything knowing how tough it is for her to be women in the nhl, maybe during the devils at cannucks game his family notice him smiling at someone and realize he really likes her and she scored a goal and the way quinn congratulated her was more than he does for anyone else, ellen maybe suggested to invite her to dinner after the game with their family, and she gets along with jack and luke so well and jim and ellen just adore her and mayeb that’s what gets quinn the push to finally tell her what he felt

oooo the ideas I have for this!

ok so she goes in the first round to like San Jose (who's historically terrible) but decides to stay in college for the year (say she goes to like minnesota or North Dakota). she signs for the 21-22 season and comes in lighting it up. her, trevor zegras and Moritz seider are the 3 calder finalists and she ultimately loses it to Seider.

she wasn't totally loving being on the sharks. she hated the city and hated that they were getting their asses kicked on a nightly basis. she just was not having a good experience despite producing every night she played.

during the 22-23 season, she asks to get traded. the sharks follow through with it and ended up getting involved in the bo horvat deal and she goes to Vancouver while bo goes to the islanders and the islanders send something to San Jose.

she gets to Vancouver and makes instant friends with Quinn and Petey. they welcome her in with open arms and both offer for her to stay with them. she ends up living with Petey for the rest of the season and even signs an extension with Vancouver for like 7 years.

she heads back to Vancouver a little early at their request because she is going the leadership squad earning an A while Quinn gets the C. that's when Quinn really starts falling for her.

he refuses to do anything about it bc she's the first woman in the NHL and being in the Canadien market is hard enough let alone being the first woman and does not wanna throw dating her captain into the mix.

he definitely spends the most time with her off the ice and ellen takes notice to how often she gets mentioned when she checks in with Quinn.

ellen really notices the lasting glances, lingering touches, and not so hidden feelings from her oldest to his female teammate. she also understands why he won't say anything about it so she doesn't press it. but she does basically force him to invite her out to dinner with them every time they are in town so that ellen can meet her.

as soon as ellen meets her, she understands why her son is falling for her. she's an amazing persona and absolutely stunning.

she doesn't start mentioning anything about it to Quinn to pressing him on it until the all star draft and he made a point to draft her first of the canucks and hugged her for a long time after drafting her.

that's when he realized that maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to actually say something to her about his feelings.

this is kinda long so I'm gonna stop here and prob do a part 2 if y'all liked this.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks

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most-datable-datable-bracket · 4 months

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ROUND 2 MATCH 31

Van propaganda:

"He's a great artist, he's charming and caring... At first it seems like a standard meet-cute with this guy but he turns out being connected to the player character through destiny, in several of their past (and future) lives... Not in all of them you meet, not in all of them you like each other immediately, but in many of them you end up finding one another by chance (or is it fate?), and staying together as a choice."

"He loves you, he hates you, he's one snide comment away from getting an HR complaint, he's been painting the same question over and over again and you're the answer, he uses Pochacco as his profile picture, whats not to love??"

Derek propaganda:

“Extreme hot take but Derek is the best OL1 love interest. He has the best and sweetest confession in the game. You play video games together. He seems reserved until you actually start dating and find out that he's actually just a gentleman who didn't want to be overly forward with someone he's not in a relationship with. He's a family man. You get to blatantly abuse your 'dating' privileges in front of his brothers. He's just so insanely sweet and caring and makes me wanna cry whenever I play his DLC.”

“- Impossible to dislike

- No, like, literally impossible. OL1 will allow you to be indifferent to it's two other LIs, Cove and Baxter but you actually can't pick that option for Derek. Game decided that You Will Be (at least) Friends With Derek

- This boy is so good!!!! He's a sweetheart and has your back in the best way and he's constantly doing his best to make sure the people around him (especially you) are happy

- This is also a complex flaw of his because he feels like he needs to be the best that he can be and to be worth something

- This both manifests in how he treats others (he's exceedingly well-mannered and does everything for others because he secretly hopes that someday someone will do the same for him) and his career prospects (he takes on excessive practice to get good at football/soccer so that he can potentially get a scholarship and become famous all so he can potenially feel like he's worth something. This is actually a major conflict in his Step 4)

- His DLC also has some of the best moments in the game

- He also has a family and they're also really good and you get to see a lot of them

- His dad is hilarious, his mom is gorgeous and their relationship is very cute

- Meanwhile, Derek's brothers are great. I wanna gush about them because I love them but also play Derek's DLC yourself!!! See how good they are for yourself!!!!

- I will say that these three have a really good relationship dynamic and the development it takes in the 10 years between when you first meet Jorge and Nico as little kids to Step 4 where they're adults (and a teenager, Nico is 16 in Step 4) is genuinely very well written

- If you're into the steamy stuff, Derek also has the best make-out session out of all of the boys

- He's also just. Very funny. This boy will invite you to a waterpark and then ask you if its a date so he knows whether or not it's ok to check you out in your swimsuit

- Or, if you aren't dating by that point (but you do want to to date him), the narration will note how he's trying so so hard not to check you out, he's just trying so so so hard

- Puppy dog face. Look at it. Tell me you can look at that face and not want to smooch him

- His confession is also the best, did I mention it's the best? Because it's absolutely the best one in the entire game

- He has a whole thing about having to confess to you on a ferris wheel and he's so committed to it that he actually avoided ferris wheels for a long time before this confession because he promised himself he'd do it the next time he went on one

- And then he went on one...and he literally doesn't confess when he does it because he lost track of time and he had to get off

- so he asks you to go on the ferris wheel with him again so he can actually confess this time

Just. Just vote for him!!!!”

“He's sweet, polite, and out-going and is always willing to put you first (sometimes too willing).”

“polite responsible jock u r NOT immune to this”

#Intertwine Van #Intertwine #intertwine vn #Derek Suarez #Our Life #our life: beginnings & always #Round 2 #MDDC 2

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dittaturamonegasca · 1 month

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I think there should bé a fic where anyone from the grid would be third wheeling Landoscar, like, have you seen how these two interact.

So, I lack the ability and the time of f1writingbyme and LestappenForever to make this idea into a proper work like they did for "How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen" (check it out on Ao3 if you haven't already, definitely worth it) BUT BUT BUT, I can tell you how I think most of the grid would react in third wheeling Landoscar!

1) I feel like we should spare Checo, cause honestly this man has had enough as third wheel of Maxiel and Lestappen, I don't wanna give him extra traumas, SO –

2) Logan Sargeant: this one I really feel guilty about. Cause I like the narrative of him and Oscah being besties and still I cry over the sad edits of Logan just left behind. I think Landoscar with Logan has the most space for improvement?? I forgive Oscar even tho he definitely ghosted the poor Logan for the whole honeymoon phase with Lando (it's been almost two years, Osc, get a grip). I have a feeling Logan will speak up at some point and this would shake Oscar a little, so maybe he would be the more aware and more involved third wheel, possibly? They'll end up doing triple video-games championships with Lando and Logan mocking Oscar's gaming skills, mark my words.

3) Carlos Sainz: my man how does it feel to know you've wasted your chance (multiple chances, lets be real) for good? I have mixed ideas about this one, cause I think it would probably being more like Lando struggling to keep them both as close as possible resulting in Oscar being rightfully jealous 👀👀 so the third wheeling situation would be like Lando trying to involve a very annoyed and confused Carlos in their things (safe for work, ofc). I don't really see a way out of it.

4) Daniel Ricciardo: I mention him but I can't really explain cause honestly my idea of Daniel third-wheeling Landoscar is either him babysit them around Australia and bonding with Oscar over weird aussie habits OR OR OR something very NOT SAFE WORK so ( ... )

5) Max Verstappen: I love to think he'll remain an unbothered king, you know? Like he's well aware and a bit upset that his crepes companion invited someone else (beside from Daniel) to their dessert dates and that the two of them acts like lovebirds even without an actual physical contact. He'll probably send SOS texts to Charles and Daniel until a topic of (his) interest comes out and honestly at that point the power of maxplaining will win over pretty much everything and everyone. At the end of the day Landoscar turn out to be the real victims.

6) George Russell: poor thing was originally invited for a golf morning from Carlos (Landoscar were already supposed to attend), but Chili called off last minute so Georgie ended up with just the others two. LET ME TELL YOU he jumped off the golf cart cause he saw Lando placing a hand on Oscar's thigh and feared for his life. It took several minutes for them to notice he was aggressively walking behind. He was also hit by a golf ball because Oscar distracted Lando for a second too long, I guess you can figure out the rest.

7) Special mention to the PR and the McLaren team in general who's main job rn is having them to SIMPLY F O C U S outside the pit for like interviews and debriefings. I can picture Lando losing it after hearing a single compliment like "SO YOU THINK I'M PRETTY", cause ✨babygirl✨ energy hitting here and there, even tho he has tried to be somehow a model for Oscar, at least for what concerns work. Indeed I pity trainers and strategists bc ofc Oscar listens at them, but image them trying to explain a concept to him just for Lando to get there and rephrase it in the dumbest way possible and Oscar going like OHHHHH NOW I GOT IT, COULDN'T YOU EXPLAIN IT THAT WAY?

8) This is mostly a guilty pleasure but do we all agree they torture the entire f1 group chat with their subtle flirting?

IDK if this was what you had in mind but I really REALLY had fun writing it.

So let me know what you think in the comments down below, if you agree or if you want me to make it longer and/or more detailed or just to focus on a specific one in particular?

Again, my dms and box section are open to discussions, requests and any sort of (respectful) thing!

PEACE OUT 🤌🏻❤️

#ask juls #landoscar #landoscar headcanons #headcanon #f1 #lando norris x oscar piastri #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #mclaren #formula 1 #ln4 #op81 #logan seargent #carlos sainz #max verstappen #george russell #daniel ricciardo #the grid being the victims #landoscar took thirdweeling to a new level

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whoslai · 1 year

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Off The Menu - Lee Heeseung (Chapter 3)

genre: angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, eventual smut!! (you’re responsible for what you consume, read at your own risk)

warnings: everything is consensual!! frequent talk of anxiety/self doubt, extremely suggestive phone calls, douchey/iffy male behavior, slight sadism??, purposeful gagging?, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, food play, don't wanna spoil too much though ;)

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Chapter 3: “A man is still a man no matter what age.”

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As promised, you texted Heeseung once you reached your dorm. You were fully aware that it had only been 2 hours since you’d seen him, but you couldn’t help how excited you felt. Butterflies flooded your stomach as you thought about the special moment you had just shared with him. He’d forever hold the title of being your first time. You knew you would never forget how he felt against you, how impactful his words were, and how delicate each of his ministrations were.

As you waited for Heeseung's response, you couldn't help but replay the events of the night in your head. You felt a sense of comfort and reassurance knowing that Heeseung felt the same way you did, and that the two of you were on the same page.

You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone and watching some TV, but your mind kept wandering back to the incredible night you had just experienced with him. Your roommate occasionally glanced at you from her phone, raising her eyebrow but not questioning you. You couldn't believe how perfect he had been, and how much he had made you feel loved and desired.

You replayed the events of the night in your head, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at how perfect everything had been. You had never felt more alive and connected to someone than you did with Heeseung.

You knew that the two of you weren't close geographically, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special between you. You texted him once again, letting him know how much you had enjoyed spending time with him and how much you were looking forward to seeing him as soon as you finished your finals.

But to your surprise, you still had no response. In no way were you trying to make it seem as though you were waiting on him to respond, you only had hoped that he was still by his phone. Though, it was really late at night and he probably had work in the morning.

You waited for Heeseung's response, you started to feel a bit anxious. You hoped that he was okay and that he wasn't ignoring you. You tried not to let your mind wander too far, reminding yourself that he might be busy or asleep. However, despite your efforts to distract yourself, you found yourself checking your phone every few minutes, hoping to see a message from him. But as time passed, you still hadn't received a response. You started to feel a knot form in your stomach, wondering if maybe you had said or done something wrong. You tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that it was late and he might just be asleep.

Eventually, you decided to put your phone down and try to get some sleep. You knew that you had finals coming up and that you needed to focus on studying. But as you lay in bed, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in your chest.

Did he genuinely mean it when you’d see him again? How soon was he talking? Yes, it was late, but surely he wasn’t asleep already. Plus, it was a Saturday night, how early does a 22 year old man sleep? Surely not that early. You’d think he’d be waiting around for a text from you.

You started to second-guess yourself, wondering if you had said or done something wrong. You couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he wasn't as interested in you as you had thought. In the back of your mind, doubt plagued your consciousness as you began to think about if he had only seen you as a quick hook up. You admit, you didn’t think you’d give it up so quickly. But, you felt drawn to him. In no way had you ever had the intention of being apart of the hook up culture as you knew you didn’t have the emotional stability for it…so you hoped that he took your guyses night together as an act of trust and intimacy, not just sex.

Despite your doubts and insecurities, you tried to stay positive and give Heeseung the benefit of the doubt. You reminded yourself that you had a strong connection with him and that he had shown genuine interest in getting to know you.

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As you woke up the next day and checked your phone, you were disappointed to see that you still had no message from Heeseung. You couldn't understand why he hadn't responded, and your anxiety started to build.

You tried to push aside the thoughts that he might not be interested in you, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he hadn't responded for so long. You started to wonder if maybe he had just been looking for a quick hook-up and had lost interest once he got what he wanted.

Your Sunday was spent in your room, trying to distract yourself from him. You had one more week, which meant 3 more exams before winter break would come. Ningning came to your room later on in the day and brought you lunch. She situated herself on your empty roommate's bed and dug into her sushi, “Finals are literally killing me, girl.”

You nodded, closing your laptop and opening the container of sushi.

“I have a final in organic chemistry and I’m mentally preparing myself to get an F. I can’t remember any of the curriculum, there’s no more space in my brain. I’m done.” You sighed, eating a mouthful of your food.

“Y/N, you’re smart. You’ll do fine. You and I both know that everytime you feel like you’re going to fail, you always get an A.” She said.

Just before you responded to her, your phone vibrated. You glanced down at it as your stomach dropped, praying that it was Heeseung but also not wanting to appear desperate.

You ate another bite of your food, attempting to ignore the presence of the notification on your phone, but you couldn’t help yourself…so you picked up your phone to open the text. It was Heeseung indeed.

His text was so dry compared to how he usually talked…or maybe you were just overthinking it. You got up to walk into the shared living room and saw your roommates all on the couch. You walked out of the dorms and found yourself walking around campus as you dialed his number.

Please pick up…please. You thought to yourself, pacing. Finally, it stopped ringing.

“Y/N, hey.” You heard his voice. You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lifted from your shoulders at the soft sound of his voice.

“Heeseung, hi, how are you? I feel like it’s been so long since we talked.” You told him, anxiously laughing.

“I’m good, how about you? How’s school?” He asked.

“School is…stressful. I have finals for this next week but then I’ll be on winter break! I won’t complain about it.” You told him, “Did you have work last night?”

“No, I didn’t.” You could hear a smile in his voice, “Were you waiting on me to text you back?”

You chuckled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Maybe...I was just wondering how you were doing," you admitted.

"I'm doing well, thank you for showing concern, Y/N,” Heeseung replied, his voice taking on a slightly flirtatious tone. "And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you."

“That’s nice to hear…” You huffed, feeling the tension in your chest loosen up, “Maybe we can hang out again? I’m free this weekend. Are you?”

Heeseung's voice sounded even more flirtatious as he replied, "I'm always free for you, Y/N. What do you have in mind?"

“I'm not sure. There’s this bakery I’ve been wanting to try that opened in LA. Do you think you could meet me there?” You asked him.

“Most definitely. What day would you like to do that?” He asked.

“Friday night works for me.” You said, “Fresh out of my last final. I’m sure I’ll be thankful to end the day by seeing you.”

Heeseung let out a chuckle on the other end of the line, and you could picture him smiling to himself. "I'll be there, Y/N. And I'll make sure to have a sweet surprise for you when we meet."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation at Heeseung's promise of a sweet surprise. It made you wonder what he had up his sleeve. "Ooh, now you've got me curious," you replied, a smile forming on your lips.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" He teased, “It will be worth the wait, I promise.”

“Can’t you give me a hint? I hate surprises.” You whined, taking a seat on a nearby bench.

Heeseung paused for a moment, as if contemplating your request. "Hmm, okay, I'll give you a little hint. It involves something sweet, but it's not just any ordinary dessert."

Your curiosity piqued at his words. "What do you mean by 'not just any ordinary dessert'?"

Heeseung laughed softly. "Let's just say that it's something that's not commonly found in your everyday bakery. And it's something that I think you'll really enjoy."

You groaned, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Is it some type of food?"

Sensing your impatience, he replied, "No, Y/N. It's not food."

You felt a sense of relief and curiosity at his words. "Then what is it?"

Heeseung's voice took on a more sensual tone as he replied, "Let's just say it's something that will appeal to all of your senses. Something that will make you feel good, look good, and even smell good.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. It seemed like Heeseung was really putting effort into making your date special, and it made you feel desired and wanted.

"Okay, now you've really got me intrigued," you said, feeling a sense of excitement.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re such a nosey little baby. Can’t you wait a few days? It’ll be worth it.” He said.

You couldn't help but laugh at Heeseung's teasing tone. It seemed like he was enjoying keeping you in suspense.

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As the conversation came to an end, you both made plans to meet at the bakery on Friday night. You hung up the phone feeling giddy with excitement, wondering what Heeseung had in store for you. The next day, you completed your organic chem final. It was a major pain in the ass trying to figure out the simple things such as balancing equations as it had been so long since you’d done such. Other than that, it was pretty straight forward and you ended the day off by eating in the dining hall with your roommate Yunjin.

She wiped her mouth as she ate a mouthful of rice, “I meant to ask you the other night what you were pacing around the room for.”

You raised your eyebrow, “When was I pacing? Was it when I was studying?”

“Dunno. You tell me.” She shrugged.

“I was stressed the hell out over my chem final. I hate chemistry.” You whined, “I absolutely hate it.”

“Totally wasn’t chemistry because you kept looking at your phone.” She laughed, “I’m calling bullshit.”

You awkwardly smiled and rubbed your temples, “Girl…”

“What?” She coaxed, “Don’t tell me a guy is stressing you out.”

“Well I mean, I’m not stressed anymore! He and I are good…I’m pretty sure.” You told her.

She rolled her eyes, “Guys are such a waste of time. None of them are going to take you seriously in college; Literal waste of energy.”

“Okay, but he’s different. He’s already graduated.” You told her.

Yunjin raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Graduated? So, he's older than you?”

You nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Yeah, he's a few years older. But that's not a big deal, right?" Your mind reminiscenced on your time spent with him, causing you to smile"His name is Heeseung, and he's amazing. We're even going on a date Friday."

She placed her chopsticks down, “Where’d you meet him?”

“You know how I was gone over the weekend? Ningning and I went to Malibu for a small little vacation and I met him at a restaurant…he was our waiter.” You told her.

“So what? You just started texting him through instagram or something?” She asked.

“No,” You began, “I gave him my number and he texted me later on that night…and then we went out to breakfast together. He’s honestly so sweet, I’m glad I shot my shot…”

“So you think that just because you guys went to breakfast together…that he’s going to take you seriously?” She asked, squinting her eyes ahead at you.

“Well, why wouldn’t he? He’s older…more mature than I am. I don’t think he’s going to be playing games at 22…” You trailed off, pondering whether or not you’d admit the full story to her.

She shrugged, “A man is still a man no matter what age.”

“Okay well…I slept with him…before I left.” You told her.

Her eyes widened, “But I thought you were a virgin?”

“I was…until Saturday night.” You told her. “It was fully consensual, I wanted it. He was so sweet during it too. I’ve heard horror stories about other people’s first times but it honestly felt good. I keep thinking about it. That’s how memorable it was.”

Yunjin's expression was one of shock and surprise as you finished telling her about your weekend with Heeseung. She sat there for a moment, not saying anything, as if she was processing the information.

Finally, she spoke. "I mean, congratulations for cumming on your first time and everything, but...sleeping with a guy you just met? On your first time, at that?"

You felt a sense of defensiveness rising up in you at Yunjin's words. "It's not just about that, Yunjin. Heeseung and I have a connection. And it was my choice to sleep with him. I don't regret it."

Yunjin nodded, looking a bit more understanding. "I get that, Y/N. And I'm not judging you for it. I just want to make sure that you're being safe and making the right choices for yourself."

You smiled, feeling grateful for your friend's concern. "I am being safe, Yunjin. And I appreciate your support."

“Did you guys use protection?” She asked, folding up her trash.

“No…he pulled out. That’s fine, right?” You asked her.

She licked her lips, “Hm, I suppose it’s okay but it’s not a foolproof method. I recommend getting on some birth control if you plan on seeing him continuously.”

You nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed that you hadn't thought of that beforehand. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably look into that."

Yunjin smiled, looking relieved. "Good. And also, don't forget to get tested regularly for STIs. It's important to take care of your sexual health."

You felt a sense of gratitude towards Yunjin for looking out for you. "Thanks.. I appreciate your advice and concern. I’ll look into it."

You both walked back to the dorms together and you consciously reminded yourself to meet with your doctor soon.

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The next day, you got up and took your second to last final in sociology 1. It was pretty easy, actually. You sped through it with ease and turned it in, finding your way back to your seat to text Heeseung.

“almost done with finals…wyd? missing you~” - You

Again, no immediate response. You knew that he was bound to not respond right away but you couldn’t help but hope he would. Class ended, you made your way back to your dorm. Another day, another boring night spent in your dorm.

As you waited for a response from Heeseung, you tried to distract yourself by browsing through social media and catching up on some TV shows. But your mind kept drifting back to him and the weekend you had spent together.

“Earth to Y/N.” A voice called. You looked up from your phone and saw Yunjin staring at you with her hands out, “Did you hear what I said?”

“No, what’d you say?” You asked, placing your phone down.

“I asked if you want to go out with me and some friends. I have an extra ticket to a concert tonight.” She said, jumping up from her bed.

“Um, no thank you. Have fun though.” You said.

“You should get out of the dorm. You’re going to rot away in here waiting on that grown ass man to contact you.” She said.

You felt a bit embarrassed by Yunjin's comment, but you knew that she was just looking out for you. "I know, you're right. But I just can't stop thinking about him."

She took a deep breath, “Look, love you to the moon and back, so I’m just gong to be honest with you. Okay?”

You nodded, “Alright.”

“He’s 22, living in MALIBU of all places, and he, correct me if I’m wrong, takes a long time to respond to you. Doesn’t that seem weird to you? I’m an avid believer of if he wanted to, he would.” She said.

Discomfort and defensiveness rose up in you at Yunjin's words. "I mean, he's just busy with work and stuff. And he's not always on his phone.” You told her, “I’m just anxious for no reason.”

Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look. "Cute, but you deserve someone who is willing to put in the effort and time for you. And if he's not doing that, maybe you should ground yourself and think about if he’s worth the stress."

"I appreciate your concern, Yunjin. But he's worth the stress to me. We have a real connection." On one hand, you knew that Yunjin was right and that you deserve someone who would make you a priority. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel attached to Heeseung. “I’ll go with you to the concert. I need some fresh air anyway.”

“Yasss,” She cheered, “That’s the Y/N I know.”

As you got ready to go out with Yunjin and her friends, you couldn't help but think about what she had said. Maybe she was right, and maybe it was time to start considering what you really wanted in a relationship. But for now, you just wanted to have some fun and take your mind off things.

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The concert you attended was nice. It was a band you were unfamiliar with but it was worth the time spent going to see it. In the end, you all decided to match with black dresses and red lipstick. It was fun, energetic, just what you needed. The part that sucked was that you found yourself needing to physically escape from stressful situations and you didn’t want to make a habit out of that.

You all settled down at a nearby restaurant; Finney’s Crafthouse. You’d heard good things about it, therefore you were excited to try it.

You, Yunjin, Alexa, and Karina all ordered multiple entrees and talked about random stuff. You couldn't help but feel grateful for their company. The concert had been just what you needed to take your mind off things, and now the conversation and relaxed atmosphere at the restaurant was a welcome distraction.

The food arrived, and you all dug in, enjoying the delicious flavors and the pleasant ambiance of the place. As you chatted and laughed with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness.

But at the same time, you were aware of the nagging feeling in the back of your mind, the feeling that you were trying to escape from something. You didn't want to make a habit out of needing to physically escape from stressful situations, and you knew that you had to face your problems head on.

“So,” Yunjin began, clearing her throat, “I was hoping you could tell all of us about this mystery guy from Malibu. Multiple opinions are sometimes better than just one biased opinion, yeah?”

You slowly nodded. Alexa placed her arm around your shoulder as you began to explain how you met Heeseung. You took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous about sharing your personal life with your friends. But you knew that Yunjin, Alexa, and Karina were all close to you and had your best interests at heart.

“I met Heeseung in Malibu a few days ago. He was the waiter for Ningning and I…and I could tell he was flirting with me in the very beginning . I gained the confidence to give him my number, he texted me, we met up the next morning for breakfast; Went for a walk on the beach later on but I had to leave because Ningning and I only planned on staying for a day so…yeah. I WAS going to go straight to the hotel but…I didn’t…and I slept with him…gave him my vcard and stuff. Now, I’ve been talking to him a bit since then but he takes a really long time to respond but when he does respond, it’s always flirty and…it makes my stomach get butterflies so it’s hard to stay mad at him.”

When you finished explaining your situation with Heeseung to your friends, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It was good to get it all out in the open, and to have the support and perspective of your friends.

Alexa looked thoughtful. "Okay, so he's a bit flaky with responding to your messages. But when he does respond, it makes you feel good. Do you think he's worth the stress and uncertainty?"

You took a moment to think about it. "I don't know. Part of me thinks that maybe it's just his personality to be a bit nonchalant and not always on his phone. But another part of me wonders if he's not as interested in me as I am in him."

Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look. "Like I said, you deserve someone who is willing to make you a priority and put in the effort. Maybe it's time to have a serious conversation with him about where things are going before you lead yourself on."

Karina nodded, “Yeah, yeah. What does he look like? Is he cute?”

You couldn't help but chuckle at Karina's question, feeling grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst the serious conversation. "Yes, he's very cute," you replied, “I don’t have any photos though.”

Alexa took her phone out, “His name is Heeseung, you say? Malibu?”

You nodded, “Yes, and yes.”

She tapped her phone a few times, then showed you all an instagram account. “Found him.”

You felt a bit surprised and embarrassed that Alexa had managed to find Heeseung's Instagram account so easily, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. You leaned over to get a better look at the pictures on her phone, taking in Heeseung's handsome features and the stunning views of Malibu in the background.

"He's even cuter than I remember," you commented, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you.

“Yeah, he’s super cute…” Karina agreed. “I’m jealous, lowkey.”

Yunjin gave you a knowing look. "Okay, enough about his looks. Let's focus on what really matters: whether or not he's willing to make you a priority."

You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards your friends for keeping you grounded and focused on what really mattered. "You're right, Yunjin. I need to have a serious conversation with him about where things are going."

Alexa gave you a reassuring smile. "And we're here to support you every step of the way, Y/N. You deserve someone who is willing to make you a priority and put in the effort."

You felt a sense of comfort and reassurance at her words, knowing that you had the support of your friends as you navigate your way through this complicated situation with Heeseung. Maybe it was time to start thinking about what you really wanted in a relationship, and what you were willing to accept. But for now, you were content to just enjoy the company of your friends and the restaurant around you.

The night prolonged on further and you found yourself in a car with all of them on the way back to campus.

Your phone vibrated; FINALLY! He texted you back!

You felt a sense of excitement and nervousness as you saw Heeseung's name appear on your phone screen. You quickly opened the message, eager to see what he had to say.

“Just got off work.” - heeseung <3

That’s all he had to say? It’d been an entirety of 10 hours since you texted him, and he didn’t even have the nerve to give you the same energy that you’d given him?

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and rational. Maybe he was just tired or busy, and didn't have the energy to send a more thoughtful message. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from someone you were interested in. Your friend's words stuck to you like a thread, and you were unable to shake the feeling of frustration.

As you sat in the car with your friends, your mind raced with thoughts about your situation with Heeseung. You couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from him, especially after sleeping with him and giving him your virginity.

Alexa noticed the look on your face and placed a hand on your arm. "Hey, you okay?"

You nodded your head, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. “I’m okay!”

You stared down at his text, deciding not to respond in the end. It was late at night. You were aware that he got off work late, but surely he had breaks throughout his job. He couldn’t even be bothered with responding to you throughout the day. Was this some joke to him?

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You and Yunjin made your way back to your shared room. She decided to sleep in her dress as she was exhausted but you chose to shower and rinse your face off.

You placed your phone on the charger and finished up some last minute studying for your last final.

Once again, your phone vibrated. You knew it was him, it couldn’t have been anyone but him. How come he could text you almost a day later, but once you waited a few hours, he double texted? You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and rational. Maybe he had a good reason for not responding earlier, or maybe he was just busy. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from someone you were interested in.

You picked up your phone and opened his text.

“I heard this song on the radio while I drove home; Reminded me of you. Check it out :)” - heeseung <3

You clicked on the link he sent you and it took you to youtube; “Wet Dreamz” by J.Cole played from your phone. You listened to it, reading the lyrics.

As you listened to the song and read the lyrics, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were touched that Heeseung had thought of you and wanted to share something that reminded him of you. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel frustrated and confused about where things were going between you two.

The song seemed to be about a guy's sexual fantasies and desires, and while you could appreciate the artistry of the music, you couldn't help but wonder if Heeseung was trying to send you a message about what he was looking for in a relationship.

You decided to respond, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“nice. why’d u think ab me when you heard it?” - You

As you waited for his response, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and apprehension; Maybe he was just sharing the song with you because he liked it, or maybe he was trying to send you a subtle message about only viewing you for sex.

He read your text, sending a laughing emoji back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? So curious, always asking questions. So cute.” - heeseung <3

You smiled at his text. It was nice to see that he still found ways to make you laugh, even in the midst of your concerns and uncertainties about where things were going between you two.

“heeseunggg tell me what u mean pls…” - You

He read your text, then sent, “Call me and I’ll tell you over the phone.”

As quickly as you had read his text, you called him and walked out of the room.

He answered, “Well well well. Here we are again.”

“Heeseung, I’ve literally been counting down the days for Friday. I’m so excited.” You cheesed, making your way to the dorm commons.

Heeseung replied with a small laugh, “Mmm, I had a feeling. It’ll be nice to see that beautiful smile of yours in person again.”

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush at his words, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards him. Maybe there was a chance for something more meaningful between you two, and maybe this weekend would be the start of something special.

“You’re such a little sap.” You told him, “So obsessed with me!”

Heeseung laughed at your words, his voice still carrying that flirty tone.

“Only for you.” You couldn't help but smile at Heeseung's response, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment. It was nice to hear him express his feelings so openly and honestly. You heard him sigh on the other end , “I’ve got to tell you something, Y/N.”

“What is it?” You asked him.

“I’ve been thinking about you lately. Been thinking about your smile, your laugh, everything.” He said, “It’s only been a few days since I’ve seen you but it feels like a century.”

“Aw, Heeseung, wow…” You whined, feeling vulnerable, “That means a lot…can I admit something to you?”

“Of course you can.” He said.

You slowly nodded, “I’ve been overthinking a lot…about you. I understand that you work a lot, and I truly don’t know what it’s like to have a job so I apologize if this comes off as needy…but I was just wondering why it takes you all day to respond? Like, I don’t want to bother you throughout your day so is there a specific time I should text you?”

As you finished voicing your concerns to Heeseung, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. You could hear him taking a deep breath, as if considering his response.

“Ah, I see. Well, Y/N, you’re welcome to text me at any time of the day. I love seeing your texts in my notifications.” He said.

“Really? You don’t mind?” You asked, “So if I call you tomorrow at a random time, you’ll pick up?”

“I wouldn't mind at all," Heeseung replied, his voice carrying a warm and reassuring tone. "And if you call me at a random time, I'll pick up. Just for you, I’ll make sure my ringer is always on. Just for my special girl.”

You couldn't help but feel relieved and grateful at Heeseung's response. It was reassuring to know that he was open to communicating with you and that he valued your messages and calls. You smiled, feeling a sense of closeness and connection with him.

As you asked Heeseung what he meant by calling you his "special girl," he responded with a low chuckle. "What do you think I meant, Y/N? You’re the main girl that's been on my mind lately."

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. "Is that so?" you replied with a coy smile. "What do you think about when you think about me?"

Heeseung's voice lowered to a husky whisper. "Oh, I think about a lot of things, Y/N. I think about the way your lips feel against mine, the way your body feels pressed against mine..." he trailed off, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the feeling of desire that was building inside you. "Heeseung, you're making me blush," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung chuckled again. "I like making you blush, Y/N. It's one of my favorite things to do. Maybe I'll have to do it more often."

You felt a surge of heat between your thighs at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of being with him. "Maybe you should," you replied, your voice low and sultry.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could hear Heeseung's breathing becoming more ragged. "Y/N, you're killing me," he said, his voice husky. "Missing you so bad right now..."

You felt a surge of desire wash over you at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. "Well, maybe you'll get your chance soon," you said, your voice dripping with innuendo.

Heeseung let out a low groan. "God, Y/N. You're driving me crazy. I can't wait to see you this weekend. I'm going to make sure we have plenty of time alone."

Your stomach turned in arousal at his words, and you felt sweat beading on the surface of your skin.

“Heeseung, are you alone right now?” You asked him.

Heeseung's breathing became even more ragged at your question. "Yes, I'm alone," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "Why do you ask?"

A mischievous grin spread across your face as you replied, “Well, are you at home?”

"Yes, I am," Heeseung replied, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of boldness wash over you. "Because I want to say something bad…" you said, your voice low and sultry. "Something really, really bad."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then you heard Heeseung let out a low chuckle. "Well, now you've got me curious, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "What do you want to say?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of excitement and desire. “It’s pointless to say. You’re too far away to do anything about it.”

Heeseung let out a disappointed sigh. "Oh, Y/N. You can't just leave me hanging like that," he said, his voice filled with longing. "What did you want to say?"

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of playfulness. "I'll save it for when you're here with me," you replied, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside you.

Heeseung let out a low groan. "Y/N, you're driving me crazy," he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll be counting down the hours till Friday.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "I'm looking forward to it too, Heeseung," you replied, your voice filled with excitement. "We're going to have so much fun."

Heeseung hummed softly.

You began, “I’ll let you go to sleep,” you told him. “It’s late, I know you’ve been at work all day. Call me whenever you get a chance, I’ll be here.”

Heeseung let out a grateful sigh. "Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it," he said, his voice filled with exhaustion. "I'll definitely call you as soon as I can. Goodnight, and sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Heeseung," you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "Sleep well and take care of yourself."

As you hung up the phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that this was just the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in your relationship with Heeseung, and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you. With a smile on your face, you got ready for bed, feeling a sense of happiness and anticipation for what was to come.

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The next day was pretty bland. No exams throughout the day so it was pretty chill. You left class early to grab lunch with your study group in social psych to prepare for a final exam on Friday. You spent the afternoon discussing key concepts and theories with your group, finding that studying with others helped you understand the material better. By the time the evening rolled around, you felt a sense of accomplishment and confidence, knowing that you were better prepared for the upcoming exam.

Though you were waiting on Heeseung’s call, you felt a sense of calmness. The intimate call you two shared the night before left you feeling more drawn to him. You knew that he worked throughout the day. You passed the time by catching up on some reading, watching your favorite show, and chatting with friends. As the evening wore on, you couldn't help but check your phone every few minutes, hoping for a call or a text from Heeseung.

Unfortunately, the night continued to carry on and you found yourself dozing off as the clock showed 2 am. You had classes in less than 5 hours, and you needed all the sleep you could get as you had a practice test in social psych, so you allowed yourself to fall asleep in the empty room.

But your phone rang in the middle of you attempting to sleep, so you groggily reached for it, feeling pure exhaustion. It was Heeseung on the other end, and you answered it.

"Hey Heeseung, how are you?" you asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and excitement. "Hey Y/N, sorry to call so late. I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed," he said, his voice filled with affection.

You felt a surge of happiness wash over you at his words. "No need to apologize, Heeseung. I'm glad you called," you replied. “How was work?”

“Same old, same old.” He yawned.

“Do you live alone? I meant to ask you a long time ago.” You said.

Heeseung let out a tired chuckle. "Yeah, I do live alone. But now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind some company. How about you come over and keep me company?" he said in a flirtatious tone.

You laughed, “Please, I wish. You know we live too far away from each other.” you told him. “Only one more day till we see each other. You can wait.”

Heeseung let out a playful sigh. "You're right, Y/N. But a guy can dream, can't he?" he said, his voice still laced with flirtatiousness.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. "Of course he can. And who knows, maybe one day we won't live so far away from each other," you replied, feeling a little flirty yourself.

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and affection. "I like the sound of that, Y/N. You always know how to make me smile," he said, his voice filled with fondness.

“Well, do you stay near your job? I’m curious; Wanna know where you live.” You asked him, sleepily smiling.

Heeseung chuckled. "I don't live too far from my job, actually. It's a nice little apartment not too far away from the city center," he replied. “You’ll have to come see it for yourself.”

"I'd love to come and see it, Heeseung. Maybe you can give me a tour," you said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he yawned again.

“What does your room look like?” You asked him, sitting up in your bed and rubbing your eyes.

Heeseung let out a tired laugh. "Well, it's not the most exciting room in the world, but it's cozy and comfortable. I've got my bed, a desk, and a few posters on the wall," he replied.

You couldn't help but smile at his description. "That sounds nice, Heeseung. I'm sure it's a reflection of your personality.”

“I’d hope not,” He said, “It’s so boring. I haven’t gotten around to decorating. Just black and gray, nothing special.”

“I like black and gray, my favorite colors.”

Heeseung chuckled. "Well, in that case, maybe you'll like my room. It's definitely got a lot of black and gray going on," he replied, his tone playful.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. "I'm sure I will, Heeseung. Especially if you're in it," you said.

“Oh, Y/N…you better stop with these suggestive jokes.” He laughed, “Tryna get me going at 2 in the morning?”

“Maybe, yeah. I just miss you.” You whined.

“I know, I know. I miss you too, my love. Only one more day.” He said, “I’ll make sure that our time spent together is worthwhile.”

“Can you give me a sneak peak on what you plan on doing with me on Friday? Kinda curious.” You asked him.

Heeseung's tone turned more seductive. "Well, I could give you a hint, but I think it might be more fun to keep you guessing.”

You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at his words. "Oh, is that so? You enjoy keeping me on my toes, don't you?"

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and affection. "I enjoy a lot about you, Y/N; Your smile, your laugh, your playfulness. And yes, even your desire to know what I have planned for us on Friday," he said, his tone turning more sensual.

You felt your cheeks flush at his words. "Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see," you replied, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice turned even more seductive. "Or maybe I could give you a little sneak peek, just to whet your appetite," he said, his voice filled with desire.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh really? And how would you do that, Heeseung?" you asked, feeling a little daring.

Heeseung's voice was filled with a husky tone. "I could describe in detail all the things I want to do to you on Friday," he said, his breathy voice sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over you as you heard the seductive tone in Heeseung's voice. "Oh, Heeseung…”

"Let's just say that Friday is going to be a night to remember, Y/N. Don’t fret.” He said.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you listened to his words. "I don’t want to wait, Heeseung. Please…if I have to drive to Malibu myself, I’ll do it. I don’t care if you’re an hour away. I need you.” you said, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness and affection. "Don't worry baby. I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything you need and more," he said.

“Okay, okay…” You sighed, “Can you please promise to call me as early as you can tomorrow? I feel like a horn-dog whenever you call me at night.”

Heeseung chuckled. "Of course, Y/N. I'll make sure to call you early tomorrow. I don't want to make you feel like a horn-dog," he replied, his voice filled with amusement.

You let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Heeseung. I appreciate it," you said, feeling a little more at ease.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness. "Anything for you, Y/N.”

Thursday was such a DRAG! Your entire day was full of on and off studying and texting with Heeseung. He had work tonight but wanted to make more time for you.

You’d never felt so happy before, so noticed, so…important.

As the evening approached, you found yourself getting more and more excited at the thought of talking to Heeseung again. You couldn't wait to hear his voice and feel his love and affection.

Your phone rang as you began to get into the shower. Of course, answering your phone was more important than showering, duh.

You answered, “Heeseung, hi~”

"Heeyy, Y/N," Heeseung's voice came through the phone, filled with warmth. "How's my favorite girl feeling?"

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "I'm doing good now that I'm hearing your voice," you replied.

Heeseung chuckled. "That's sweet of you to say. How was your day today?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest.

You sighed. "It was a drag, to be honest. Just a lot of studying and work. But talking to you always makes it better," you said, feeling a little more relaxed.

Heeseung's voice was filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, baby. But don't worry, tomorrow is going to be amazing. I have so many surprises planned for us," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at his words. "So you’ve said. Are you sure you can’t give me a small hint?" you asked, feeling a little playful.

Heeseung's tone turned more seductive. "Well, let's just say that I plan on making you feel very, very good," he replied, his voice filled with desire.

You felt a wave of heat wash over you at his words. "Oh, Heeseung. You know just what to say to make me weak in the knees," you said, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness. "I love making you feel good, Y/N. And tomorrow, I'm going to make sure that you feel like the most important girl in the world," he said, his tone filled with thick, hot lust.

You rubbed your thighs together, the mere thought of him viewing you as most important, the hotter you felt.

“Are you tired?” You asked.

“Not exactly, why?” He asked.

“I’m just…kind of…” You trailed off, “Nothing, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You can’t just leave me hanging like that. Just say it.” He said.

“Nooo, I'll just tell you tomorrow. Sounds good?” You asked him.

“Wow, so now you’re punishing me?” He asked, “I like it, kinky.”

You couldn't help but giggle at Heeseung's playful response. "I'm not punishing you, Heeseung. I just want it to be a surprise," you said, feeling a little mischievous.

Heeseung hummed. "I like surprises, especially when they come from you, Y/N. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," he replied, his tone filled with playful curiosity.

You felt a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh, don't worry. It's going to be good,"

Heeseung's voice turned more seductive. "I’ll hold you to it.”

The call came to an end and you couldn't help but feel a sense of desire and anticipation for the upcoming day. You knew that it was going to be special, and you couldn't wait to see what kind of memories you and Heeseung would create together.

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Finally, finally, FINALLY! Friday had made its way into the week. While you still had that big exam, you couldn’t help but feel happy. You’d be able to see Heeseung today. These past few days had been pure torture. You were ready to see him (amongst the long list of other things you were excited to get from him).

You made your way to the other side of campus and joined other students waiting to test. Now, you will admit, you zoned out halfway through the test and had to snap back into reality. You couldn’t help how much you craved Heeseung, you just wanted it all to be over with.

Once the exam was done, you minear tan to your dorm and showered, shaving every inch of your body and exfoliating afterwards.

You texted Heeseung a location and a time and he sent a thumbs up back. God, you were so excited. You shimmied your way into a black body on dress and some black shoes, fluffing your hair as best you could get it and adding a tinch of makeup. You didn’t want to over do it as you had the expectations of him ruining it all before the night was over.

Keys in hand, perfume and other essentials in your bag, you made your way to your car and began your hour long journey to LA.

The roads were not as terrible as you’d thought they would be considering it was rush hour, but you got to the bakery within due time. You parked, got out, and took a deep breath as you made your way in.

You glanced around a bit and saw Heeseung leaning on the wall on his phone.

“Heeseung,” You called, “Hey.”

He looked up at you, a grin forming on his face as he put his phone away and walked over to you. “Aw, Y/N, you look so beautiful.”

You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back, “Thank you thank you, I put the dress on for you. I was hoping you liked it.”

“I love it.” He said, caressing your waist as you showed him to the front and looked ahead at the long line that led to the front register.

You and Heeseung waited in line, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness wash over you. Being with him made you feel alive and special, and you cherished every moment that you spent together.

As you approached the front of the line, you and Heeseung picked out a few pastries and drinks to share. You took a seat at a small table in the corner, feeling a little shy but also excited to be spending time with him.

You and Heeseung enjoyed your treats, you couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy between the two of you. He fed you every now and then, making you smile at his small displays of service.

“So,” You said, finishing your drink, “What’s the surprise?”

“Ah, that’s right.” He said, “Your surprise. Do you mind leaving your car here overnight?”

“Like…in the parking lot?” You asked, surprised.

“The parking garage, in the back. I’ll park beside you.” He said, “Just wanna make sure we ride in the same car.”

“Sure,” You told him, not seeing any reason to say no, “I’ll do it for you, park in the back. Might as well.”

“Good, let’s do that then. Don’t wanna keep my girl waiting.” He said.

As you and Heeseung made your way to the parking garage, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous about leaving your car overnight. But at the same time, you trusted Heeseung and felt that he wouldn't do anything to harm you.

Heparked his car beside yours, he turned to you with a smile.

"Thanks for doing this, Y/N. I just wanted to make sure that we could spend as much time together as possible," he said, his tone filled with affection.

You couldn't help but feel a little touched by his words. "Of course, Heeseung. Anything for you," you replied, feeling a little shy.

As you got into Heeseung's car, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over you. You knew that he had something special planned for the two of you, and you couldn't wait to see what it was.

He turned in low music and glanced at you before driving off into the distance, “Did you pack any clothes?”

“Mm, no? I didn’t plan on staying overnight…unless you want me to.” You told him.

“I think you should stay overnight. If I get a room at a hotel, will you stay with me?” He asked, “I only have today off of work…”

You felt a little taken aback by Heeseung's request, but at the same time, you couldn't help but say yes to him. You had feelings for him, and the thought of spending the night with him was thrilling.

You took a deep breath before responding. "Yes, Heeseung. I'll stay with you," you said, your voice filled with anticipation.

Heeseung's eyes lit up with happiness. "That's great, Y/N. I'm really looking forward to it," he said, his tone filled with enticement.

As the two of you made your way to the hotel, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You had never spent the night with Heeseung before, and you didn't know what to expect.

He opened the hotel door for you and you walked in. you placed your shoes to the side and glanced around the spacious room.

He hummed, tracing his hand over your back, “The bakery was nice.”

You turned to him, “I’m glad you liked it! The strawberry shortcake I got was pretty good as well.”

“Mhm.” He hummed again, not replying to what you said. He pulled you closer to him and you let his hands run down your waist.

His eyes were low, pupils blown with pure lust.

“So…about that surprise?” You reminded him.

He didn’t smile, like how he usually did. Instead, he tucked hair behind your ears, pulling your face closer to his. Only, he turned your head to the side and you felt his plump lips resting atop of your ears.

He huskily whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“Oh…” You hummed, “I’ve been thinking too…”

“Yeah?” He asked, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Thinking about what, baby?”

“You…!” Your voice came out in a squeak as one of his hands had found your butt.

He smiled a little, “What else?”

“About what you said..how I’m the most important girl to you. It made me feel good.” You told him, looking up at him.

Your eyes locked with his own and you felt as though you’d been put in a trance.

“Cute.” He said, “You are important to me. You know that?”

You nodded, “Yes, I know.”

“And you know what important girls get?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No.”

He leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. "They get whatever they want," he whispered seductively. "So tell me, baby, what do you want?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit bold. "I want you," you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath.

His lips curled into a smile as he leaned in to kiss you, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly. You melted into his embrace, losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. Everything felt right when you felt him. Every doubt in the depths of your mind had been cast away as he held you against himself.

He nudged your head back as he prodded his tongue between your lips and made his way in.

From a light delicate kiss to a sloppy make out session with saliva spilling over both of your mouths, he suddenly pushed you backwards onto the bed and licked his lips.

You sat up on your hands, feeling yourself begin to smallen underneath his intense gaze.

“What?” You asked him, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He swiftly grabbed your legs, pulling them apart and to his waist as he rested himself in between.

“Mm.” He hummed, pulling the straps to your dress down your arms, “I can’t look at you?”

“You can…” you told him. “You always can.”

He nodded, lowering his head down to your neck, “What lotion is this?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know. I think it’s called strawberry something, I got it from a shop back home.” You told him. “Why?”

He attached his lips to the side of your neck, not bothering to respond to you as he began to kiss what his mouth could reach.

You caught your lip between your teeth, trying to silence the sounds that wanted to escape. But, his hand slid up to your jaw and his finger prodded against your lips, “Suck it.”

Your heart dropped at his words, but you did what he said. You let him rest his finger on your tongue as you closed your lips around it, sucking on it like he had instructed you to.

He lifted his head up and looked down at you, “The whole thing.” Pushing it all the way into your mouth, your nose flared a bit as the urge to gag began to creep upon you. “Come on, I know you can do better than that. Suck on it the right way.”

Literal question marks raised above your head. How else were you supposed to suck on a finger? Bite it or something? What did he want you to do?

He pulled his fingers out, taking his other hand around your jaw to open your mouth. He held up his middle and ring finger, “Stick your tongue out.”

You did as he said and he rested his fingers on the tip of your tongue, tracing the tips of both fingers around the surface of your wet muscle.

“Do this with your tongue.” He said, continuing the swirling motions.

His hand came to a halt and you did as he said, circling your tongue around his fingers. He nodded, “Good girl. Just like that.”

You kept at it until he slid his fingers further into your mouth. His fingers reached the back of your tongue, and you felt your throat beginning to convulse at his actions.

“You can gag. It’s okay.” He reassured, continuing to push his fingers further into your mouth. Once he brushed the back of your throat, you gagged, tears flooding into your eyes. You gagged again from him adding another finger.

He finally took his fingers out and wiped them on his shirt. He left a chaste kiss on your lips and focused back on pulling your dress off, “You’re so good for me, Y/N. You know what good girls get?”

You shook your head, “No…”

“Good girls get to do something for me.” He said, “You know what that special thing is?”

“I don’t.” You told him, lifting your arms up as he pulled your dress off, placing it beside you both.

He held your hands, pulling you up with him off the bed. You stepped off with him and he took your place, sitting on the bed. His hands brought you down to the ground to sit on your knees between his thighs.

You had an idea where this was going as you weren’t completely obvious, however, you’d never given a guy oral.

“Have you done this before?” He asked.

“No..” You told him, placing your hands on his thighs. “It’s my first time.”

“Again?” He smiled. “You’re so cute, you know that, Y/N? So innocent…” He reached down to unbuckle his pants and urged you to pull his belt out of the loops, to which you did.

He grabbed his belt from your hands and tossed it on the ground, caressing your chin as he titled your head up towards him.

“You already know what I want, right?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Good.” He said, “Do a good job and you’ll get your surprise, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, unzipping his pants and with his help, pulling his pants down midway.

You looked down at the very obvious bulge in his briefs. You weren’t quite sure where you’d go with this. You’d heard a multitude of stories about giving for the first time along with seeing it on various apps.

You always felt as thought you’d be too nervous to do it for a guy as it was a very uncomfortable view for you; He was above, you were below. Your face from above was never your favorite, knowing how stupid you’d look dont it always deterred you from engaging in it. But with Heeseung, it was different; you WANTED to give him head. You wanted to do any and everything for him, all he has to do was ask.

You caressed your hand over him, slowly sliding your hand on the waistband to slowly pull it down. He deadass sprung out, it was…a sight to see, that’s for sure.

“You’re really turned on, huh?” You asked in a breathless laugh.

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, running his fingers through your hair. "You have no idea," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "But let's not waste any more time talking."

With that, he leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs wider and urging you closer with a hand on the back of your head. You took a deep breath, feeling your nerves flutter in your stomach, but you were determined to make this good for him.

You tentatively wrapped your hand around him, feeling his hardness pulse beneath your fingers. You glanced up at him for guidance, but he just gave you a small nod, leaving you to figure it out on your own.

You slowly lowered your head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch until he was fully inside. You felt him twitch against your tongue, and you knew you must be doing something right. You started to experiment with different movements, licking and sucking him in different ways until you found what made him moan the loudest.

He pushed your head down further, causing you to gag around him.

“Fuckkk…” He sighed, shifting his ups up closer to your mouth.

Heeseung's fingers tightened in your hair, urging you on as you took him deeper and deeper, letting your own pleasure build as you felt him react to your touch. Finally, with a low growl, he came in your mouth.

His cum filled your mouth to the brim and he quickly reached down to cover your mouth, “Swallow it.”

You did as he said, swallowing as much as you could as some dropped down the crease of your lip, but he wiped it up and shoved it back into your mouth.

As you swallowed his release, you felt a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over you. You had given him pleasure and he seemed to be thoroughly pleased with your efforts.

Heeseung leaned back on the bed, breathing heavily as he looked at you with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You sure that was your first time?" he asked.

You blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at his words. "Yes, it was," you replied, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Heeseung chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Well, you certainly have a natural talent for it," he said, pulling you up for a deep kiss. "I can't wait to see what else my girl is capable of…"

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, knowing that you were willing to do anything to please him. You were eager to explore more with him and see where this newfound chemistry would take you.

Heeseung pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with a serious expression. "But remember, Y/N, this is just between us," he said, his tone firm. "No one else can know about what we do together."

“What do you mean?” You asked, “Why can’t anyone know?”

Heeseung's expression softened as he looked at you. "It's just… complicated," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It could cause problems for both of us."

“It won’t cause problems for me..” You told him, the once happy feeling you felt within your chest being replaced with slight sadness.

Heeseung's eyes softened as he looked at you, sensing the sadness in your tone. "I know it won't cause problems for you, Y/N," he said, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "But it’ll cause problems for me.”

You nodded, understanding his concerns. You didn't want to cause any trouble for him, even if it meant keeping your situationship a secret. But it still hurts to think that what you had with Heeseung couldn't be fully acknowledged and celebrated.

"It's okay," you said, forcing a smile. "I understand. Our secret is safe with me."

Heeseung leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft against yours. "Thank you, Y/N," he whispered against your mouth. "I promise to make it up to you in other ways."

You sadly nodded at his words, “Alright..”

He looked at you for a while, resting you in his lap as he wiped your lips, “Are you sad?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. "A little bit," you admitted. "I just wish we could be open about this, you know? It feels like we have to hide this part of ourselves and that kind of hurts."

Heeseung's expression softened as he looked at you, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I know it's not ideal, Y/N," he said, his voice gentle. "But that doesn’t change anything. How about we just take it day by day and see where it goes, yeah? You know, I’d do anything for you, Y/N. Even if that means calling you at night just to hear your voice; Anything.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, feeling a rush of affection for this man who was willing to do anything for you. "Okay, that makes me happy." you said, looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you for saying that."

Heeseung leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. "Anything for you." he murmured against your mouth.

His hands found your bra, pulling it over your head and pulling you closer against his chest.

“What surprise did you have for me?” You asked him.

“Ah, that’s right.” He smiled, getting up from underneath you and fixing his pants. He glanced around the room for a bit, and then found his way to the small fridge underneath the tv. When he opened it, you saw a variety of foods and drinks. He grabbed out a whipped bottle of something, you were unable to read the label.

“What’s that?”

He looked down at it, before looking up at you, “Whipped cream.”

“Huh?” You asked, confused at why he’d be surprising you with whip cream.

“Just wait, you’ll see.” He said, pushing you down on the bed. You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you as Heeseung pushed you down on the bed, wondering what he had in store for you with the whipped cream.

He climbed on top of you, holding the can of whipped cream in one hand as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as his tongue traced over your bottom lip.

He pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye as he sprayed a dollop of whipped cream on your neck. You gasped at the sensation, feeling the cold cream against your skin.

Heeseung leaned down to lick it off, his tongue tracing over your neck and collarbone, making you moan with pleasure. He sprayed more whipped cream on your chest, his tongue lapping at it eagerly as he explored every inch of your skin.

You felt a sense of surprise wash over you as Heeseung continued to explore your body with the whipped cream, pushing you to new heights of pleasure and excitement.

Eventually, he licked his way down to your panties, pulling them off with his teeth.

“So pretty.” He remarked, shaking the bottle of whip cream.

You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you as Heeseung shook the bottle of whipped cream, wondering what he had in store for you next. Your body felt alive with desire and excitement, eager to see where this newfound chemistry with Heeseung would take you.

He sprayed the whipped cream over your bare mound, making you gasp at the cold sensation. Heeseung leaned in, his tongue lapping eagerly at the cream as he explored every inch of your sex.

You moaned with pleasure as he continued to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue tracing over every fold and crevice of your sex. The combination of the cold cream and his warm, wet mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back and cry out in ecstasy.

Heeseung continued to pleasure you with the whipped cream, pushing you to new heights of pleasure and excitement. You didn't know where this would lead you, but you were happy just to be in his arms and explore the depths of your desires together.

As he brought you to the brink of orgasm, he pulled away with a devilish grin. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "There's still so much more I want to do with you."

You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you at his words, wondering what other pleasures he had in store for you. You were ready and willing to explore every inch of your desires with Heeseung, eager to see where this forbidden romance would take you.

Heeseung's gaze was intense as he looked at you, his hand trailing up your thigh. "I want to explore every inch of your body, Y/N," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to taste every part of you and make you scream my name."

You felt a rush of desire at his words, knowing that he was completely in control of your pleasure. You were eager to see what other pleasures he had in store for you.

He leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his hand trailed up to your breast. He teased your nipple, making you moan with pleasure as he continued to kiss you deeply.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to make you mine, Y/N," he said, his voice full of passion. "I want to claim you in every way possible and make you mine forever."

He leaned in to kiss you again, his hand trailing down to your sex as he began to pleasure you once more. You closed your eyes and gave yourself over to the sensations, knowing that Heeseung would take you to new heights of pleasure and excitement.

Heeseung continued to pleasure you with his skilled hands, exploring every inch of your body with passion and desire. You felt completely consumed by the intensity of his touch, as he took you to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.

As you moaned and writhed beneath him, Heeseung whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he desired you and how he wanted to make you his forever. You felt a sense of belonging wash over you, knowing that you were completely in his grasp and that he would take care of you.

He flipped you over onto your stomach, kissing and nibbling at the back of your neck as his hands roamed over your body. His hands gripped the curvature of your ass, spreading you apart. You felt him position himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you as you let out a moan of pleasure.

He began to move in a steady rhythm, his strokes deep and powerful as he took you to new heights of pleasure. You cried out as he brought you to an intense orgasm, your body trembling with pleasure as you surrendered to him completely.

As you came down from your high, Heeseung continued to move inside of you, his strokes slow and deliberate as he took his time pleasuring you. You felt a sense of intimacy and connection with him as he held you close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You knew that what you had with Heeseung was a secret, but at that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the intense pleasure you shared with him, and the promise of more to come.

Heeseung continued to move inside of you, his strokes becoming faster and more intense as he neared his own release. You felt a sense of contentment wash over you as he let out a low groan, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came inside of you.

He laid onto the bed beside you, ease washed over you, knowing that you had shared something special and intimate with him. You snuggled up to him, feeling completely at peace in his arms.

He pulled the blankets over you both as he pulled your leg to rest over his own. “You did so well, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as you breathed in his natural scent.

Time passed as you laid there beside him, until you felt the urge to pee. You tapped him to let go of you and you got up.

Stupidly, you got up too quickly and felt something drip down your leg.

“What the fuck…” You gasped, watching white liquid come from out of you.

You glanced back at him from behind you and he looked down at your legs.

“Heeseung, what is this?” You asked him, panic arising in your chest.

He got up, pulling his pants on and walking over to you. “It’s…” He trailed off, walking into the bathroom and coming back out with a towel.

He got down and wiped the liquid away, throwing the towel in the trash when he finished.

You felt a sense of panic and confusion wash over you as Heeseung wiped the white liquid away from your legs. You didn't know what was happening or why you were leaking this strange substance.

"What is this, Heeseung?" you asked again, your voice trembling with fear.

Heeseung looked up at you, his expression serious. "It's just something that comes out when you’re being pleasured. Nothing to worry about.” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

You felt a sense of relief wash over you at his words, knowing that it was nothing serious or harmful. You were still embarrassed, however, and wished that it hadn't happened in front of Heeseung.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice soft. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Heeseung shook his head, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Y/N," he said, his voice full of tenderness. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

After you had taken care of your business in the bathroom, you returned to the bed and snuggled up to Heeseung once again. You felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you as you lay there with him, his arms wrapped around you as you both relaxed and enjoyed each other's company.

As the night wore on, you talked about your hopes and dreams, sharing your deepest desires and fears with him. You felt a sense of intimacy with him, feeling as though he truly heard you and saw you for who you were.

As the hours ticked by, you both drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined as you slept peacefully in each other's arms. You didn't know what the future held for your relationship, but for now, you were happy just to be with him and explore the depths of your desires together.

In the morning, you woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. You opened your eyes and smiled as you saw Heeseung lying next to you, his eyes closed.

You snuggled up to him and kissed him softly on the lips, feeling happiness and contentment wash over you. You didn't know what the day would bring, but for now, you were happy just to be with him and explore the depths of your desires together.

As you got up and spruced up the room, you glanced over at Heeseung and saw his phone beside his hand. You noticed that his phone had multiple missed calls. You felt a sense of curiosity wash over you, wondering who could be trying to reach him so urgently.

You picked up his phone and dialed the most recent number, feeling a sense of unease wash over you as the phone rang. After a few rings, a girl answered the phone.

As you dialed the number back, a girl answered adamantly, "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Y/N. May I know who's speaking?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I'm Hana, who are you?" the girl replied, her voice direct.

"I'm calling about the missed calls on Heeseung's phone," you said, your voice growing more insistent. “Just out of curiosity.”

Hana hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number," she said, her voice still confident.

You felt a sense of confusion and unease wash over you as you hung up the phone. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but Hana's confident response made you wonder if it was just a simple misunderstanding.

Heeseung began to stir beside you, you quickly put his phone back on the bed and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to give away that you had been snooping through his phone.

As Heeseung woke up and stretched, you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over you. You didn't want to start the day with a lie, but you also didn't want to confront him about the missed calls and risk causing a fight.

You snuggled up to him and kissed him softly on the cheek, trying to push your worries to the back of your mind.

“Hey,” He said, “Goodmorning.”

“Morning.” You said back, faking a smile.

Heeseung sat up and placed his phone face down on the nightstand, you felt a sense of relief that he wasn't immediately checking his messages. You didn’t know what to title what you both were, but you still couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and unease about the missed calls and Hana.

He turned to you and smiled, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Is everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm not sure," you said, your voice soft. "I noticed that you had some missed calls earlier. Is everything okay?"

Heeseung looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, everything's fine," he said, his voice reassuring. "It was just a friend from work trying to reach me. Nothing serious."

“Isn’t it kind of weird for a friend from work to blow your phone up? It might be something serious. Why don’t you call them back?” You asked him, trying to see if he reacted indifferently to what you said.

Heeseung looked at you, his expression turning slightly. "It's not that weird," he said, his voice unwavering. "Sometimes work stuff comes up and people need to get in touch with me urgently. But I'll call them back later and check in to make sure everything's okay."

You sensed Heeseung's confidence in his explanation. Yeah, sure. You listened to Heeseung's explanation about the missed calls, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. You knew that he often received calls and messages from work, but the number of missed calls seemed excessive.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" you asked, your voice hesitant. "It just seems a bit strange for someone to call you so many times in a row."

Heeseung sighed. "Look, Y/N, it's really not a big deal," he said. "I'll call them back later and figure out what's going on. It's probably just something that needs my attention."

You felt a sense of disappointment wash over you at his.

"I just want to make sure that everything's okay," you said, your voice softening. "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Heeseung looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Thanks, Y/N," he said, his voice softening as well. "I appreciate your concern. I'll call them back when you leave and see what's going on."

You nodded, “Right. When I leave..”

“Is that a problem?” He asked.

“No, it’s not. It’s fine.” You told him, getting up from the bed and huffing as you grabbed your dress. “It’s totally fine.”

He watched you walk back and forth throughout the room before getting up and walking over to you.

“Well, you know what? I called the ‘friend from work’ back. It’s a girl. Hana. Why’d she say I had the wrong number? Why would she lie about that?” You admitted, unable to contain your built up frustrations.

Heeseung's expression turned serious as he listened to your question. You were sure he knew that you were feeling jealous and insecure, and you hoped he didn't want to make things worse by being evasive or dismissive.

"I get that you’re upset, but there’s nothing to be upset about. You’re overthinking it.”

You took a deep breath, maybe he was right. Maybe there was nothing to worry about.

“Do you promise that I’m overthinking it?” You asked him.

“Promise.” He said.

You nodded, deciding to let it go as you slipped your dress back on. You brushed your teeth in the bathroom beside him as he did the same, watching him occasionally glance at his phone that he kept beside him at all times.

When you were in the car with him on your way back to the bakery, you asked to check the time in his phone but he excused your request, explaining that he was trying to save his battery.

You kissed him goodbye, asking him to call you as soon as he got home, to which he agreed. You watched him drive off as you sat in your car, pondering to yourself.

You’d find out who this ‘Hana’ was even if it was the last thing you’d do. Heeseung was yours.

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