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compromise | j. yh & p. sh

♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho features yunho x seonghwa and minor yungi x reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, established relationship, minor angst, polyamory ♡ warnings/tags: infidelity/cheating, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, yunho has a big dick, switch!seonghwa, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, pet names (babe, baby, princess), degradation (use of nasty, whore, disgusting), oral (female giving), oral (male giving), choking, crying, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, all the usual goodies

♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.

♡ author’s note: howdy everyone !! i present to u ... compromise... >:3 likes, comments or reblogs are all greatly appreciated! if u enjoyed this lil tidbit, then dont be shy and drop a request!! or just giv me some good ole luv in the ask box... ♡

Winter has been cold; the winds unrelenting, the showers heavy, but most notably it was the loneliest of seasons. Months filled with ghostly kisses and slivers of physical intimacy that you could only reminisce of for so long.

Following the arrival of the lively blooms, you prayed for more opportunity as your newfound faith rose with the sun. Spring marks new beginnings — or so they say. The warm radiance of clear skies and gentle rains grace your heavy heart with hope. Things will be different this time around. Surely.

You long for Seonghwa's company, but you could never get more than a moment alone with the man. Maybe it was your fault for dating such a busy body, but you don't think so. The first year was filled with lovely memories and unforgettable dates, yet all too fast everything slipped away before you had any control over it.

Seonghwa is popular, smart, diligent, and responsible. With his final year at university nearing an end, his days were constantly in motion. Juggling a near perfect GPA whilst doing extracurriculars meant he had little to no time for leisurely activities. Leisurely activities included you, his girlfriend.

As of last semester Seonghwa's schedule went accordingly: Mondays are spent volunteering at the local nursing home. Tuesday through Thursday he works at the dainty little flower shop by the library and Sundays are reserved for homework and studying. On top of it all, there was mandatory soccer practice every weekday evening.

One would think that left him the weekend to spend with his lonesome lover, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. That's what you wish to believe, but you know better at this point.

"I'm sorry, babe. Mr. Sung had an emergency at the retirement home, I don't think I can make it tonight."

"Shit! I have a test on Monday, I have to study... I'm so sorry, love. I'll make it up to you!"

"An important client needs me to stay and arrange twenty bouquets for her. I'm really sorry, baby..."

His apologies came far too frequent, and you had grown tired of his antics. You understand his priorities, but it was clear you were not at the top of the list. You're not sure if you were even on the list at all.

Despite his negligence, you still continue to try your best for him in the belief he'll slowly begin to reciprocate attention to you as he used to. No matter how demoralized, you still wished to maintain an image as his perfect girlfriend. Routinely you bring him coffee every morning, pack his lunch, attend his practices and games, yadda yadda… All the good stuff.

All of this is done with uncertain optimism though your insecurities are heavily laced in between each action. All you could really do is stay hopeful at this point.

Come the first home soccer game of Spring, your ass is presently glued to the metal bleachers as you're seated before the field. The players are hustling along the range, gunning for dominance over the ball. Your best friend Mingi sits beside you, the two of you sharing a large throw that's spread across from shoulder to shoulder.

Even with the rays of sunlight flickering between wisps of sullen clouds, the air still brings a chill with it. Blankets were a necessity at games like these. Huddling with the larger male proves to bring much needed warmth as you're cozying up to each other between idle chatter.

Mingi is a defender for KQ University's soccer team, but due to an unforeseen injury he has been forced to the bench until further notice. Thankfully, you have each other for company during his recovery.

Focusing between your small talk and watching your boyfriend, you're caught off guard by your companion's next words and nearly double take at him.

"You and Hwa still having troubles?"

You let out a quiet murmur, akin to denial and watch as the ball is passed to Seonghwa.

"Uh..."

The blonde maneuvers skillfully along the field before rounding his leg back and swinging precisely, shooting straight into the opposing team's goal.

Immediately everyone erupts into cheers and you can't help but to join them, not willing yourself to verbalize your answer at the other man's question. A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth. That's your Seonghwa: striker extraordinaire! Boyfriend? Not as extraordinary.

"You don't have to beat around the bush. I can see it all over your face. You're like an open book," Mingi points out bluntly as he speaks over the roaring crowd.

If you were such an open book then why couldn't Seonghwa pick up on how distressed you were?

"Just admit it, you guys haven't been on a date in weeks and god knows how long it’s been since you’ve been laid." Although his words sting, you know what he says is true. You visibly wince and give a sharp nudge to his ribs, earning a pained whine from his end.

"Shut up, man! There's only so much I can do with a guy that busy."

Folding your arms over your chest, a frustrated sigh comes from you. Mingi has since begun to belt out suggestions, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he does so.

"Just break up?"

As if it were that easy.

"I don't know about that one..."

You're only half listening at this point, your eyes scanning the expanse of the field until they fall upon another player who is currently running up to Seonghwa and high-fiving him.

The man in question is tall, even taller than the giant beside you. He’s also incredibly handsome. He didn't fit the status of conventionally attractive, yet his presence isn’t one you can dismiss easily. With a towering frame and broad shoulders, it’s hard for you not to notice.

And his uniform? God. His sweat laden jersey sticks to the outline of his chiseled chest, fabric clinging and accentuating his lean form. Even worse, the shorts he wore did nothing to hide his set of long, muscular legs. You can feel yourself warming up considerably as you ogle him shamelessly from head to toe.

After their high-five he’s bouncing along the grass with a newfound spurt of energy and returning to his spot by the goal. When the ball is back in play, he takes on a defensive position, knees bent forward as his gloved hands are held out before him. Can't forget the big hands and nice ass too.

Your eyes flicker to his backside. Unable to help yourself, your stare is glued to him as you swallow thickly once he bends over, trying to ignore the full display of his butt before you. God, what were you doing?

"Ok, I know you're lonely and desperate but Yunho is not someone you should be thirsting over." Mingi's deep rumble of warning breaks you from your stupor. You tear your eyes from the goalie and meet your friend's knowing expression, cheeks aflame in embarrassment from having been caught.

"It doesn't hurt to look..." A guilty whisper comes from you as you return your focus to the goalkeeper, only to have your eyes widening in surprise when you're met by his own heated gaze.

Despite the distance from the stands, you can see a wicked and knowing smirk forming on his lips. As if he can read your thoughts, he readies himself in position once more but not before shooting a sultry look in your direction. Oh.

"That's more than just looking, babe. As his best friend and your best friend, trust me when I tell you it's not a good idea to get involved." Your companion can't help but to chastise you, shaking his head. Mingi is probably right though. He usually is.

Jeong Yunho is not someone you should be concerned with, yet there is an allusive and alluring pull to him. Everyone on the team is popular in their own right, but Yunho often has people flocking to him left and right. Amongst the boys, he and Seonghwa were probably the two most sought after men on campus.

The goalie was known for his exuberance and friendliness, attracting attention from all types of people. In truth, it was hard for many to resist his charms. Not you though. You’d like to think you have a decent reign on your self control especially considering the fact you're not single.

Even if that wasn’t the truth, the issue with Yunho is that he's a known heartbreaker. It was apparent that he didn't date or hook up often, despite his popularity. Even so, that only seemed to heighten his desirability. And regardless of that fact, word around campus was that he was infamous for having a huge dick.

The rumors stemmed from someone who was supposedly lucky enough to sleep with him, though nobody can confirm or deny. Whether true or false, many still try to gun for his attention in hopes of finding out.

Honestly, you shouldn’t even be interested in entertaining the idea. You barely even know the guy, only having chatted with him during practices and at the occasional party here and there. Not to mention you have your lovely, smart, gorgeous, busy… busy… boyfriend. Damn it, you're a horrible person.

“Fuck!” With both hands slapping your cheeks, you groan out in frustration while sinking into your palms.

Mingi raises his eyebrows and peers at you with a questioning look.

“What?”

“Dude, why am I thinking about Jeong Yunho's supposedly big dick?!” It's his turn to groan while he's rolling his eyes.

As if things couldn't get any worse, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you again. The heavy stare that bores into you is enough of a tell that you don't dare to look forward, the goalie's shit eating grin taunting you from your peripherals.

"Seriously? Could you have said that any louder? He's literally staring at you!"

"Shut up, shut up! I know, dude!"

"Please just... I don't know. Please, don't."

After that you both sit in silence for the remainder of the game, left to linger amongst your own regretful thoughts.

It's not long before the bleachers begin to shake as the crowd excitedly stomps and hollers. A roar of cheering erupts from the stands once the final score reflects 4-1, the timer paused on zero.

In the rush of commotion you and Mingi forget the previous tension and untangle from the blanket, both of you stumbling slightly down the steps. You're quick to steal the throw, pulling it around yourself as you leave your seats, joining the team on the field.

"Hey! Get back here!"

Mingi shouts in complaint but trails after you nonetheless, catching up to you slowly as he rubs his arms and shivers.

You're both merging in the group of people crowding the team as everyone lets out celebratory cheers, animatedly chatting amongst each other. Mingi kisses your cheek and dips from you to join his fellow players.

You're left to battle the masses, squeezing and weaving between bodies as you try to make your way to Seonghwa quickly. When you reach him, he's surrounded by some of his peers, all of them laughing while exchanging hugs and pats on the back.

When he finally turns and sees you, his eyes light up. He's quick to wiggle away from everyone and he's pulling you into a bone crushing hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you.

The action surprises you but it's not unwelcome as you laugh and clutch onto him tightly, a squeal coming from you.

"Hwa!"

"Did you see me, baby? I can't believe we won!" You smile endearingly, though you can't help but chuckle at his comment. Of course they won. After all, they were one of the top soccer teams in the province.

He plants a single big wet kiss on your lips before he's setting you down, arms still wrapped around you. An adoring look crosses your face as he beams proudly. The familiarity of his hug was something you missed dearly, and you don’t even mind that he’s covered in dirt and grass stains.

Perhaps corny on your end, but you didn’t want your hug with him to end. You don't remember the last time he held you so joyfully. You knew it was probably from the high of winning the game, but you can pretend just for a little while longer that it was because he missed you.

"You did amazing, Hwa!" The stars in his eyes expand, twinkling with pride as you compliment him, his smile stretching impossible wide. Your heart stutters at the sight, making you want to melt entirely within his arms.

You want to shower him with more praise but all too suddenly, he's being pulled away from you. You recognize his reluctance as he apologetically tips his head and mouths 'sorry' when the crowd pulls him away, tossing him up in their arms as they're chanting his name.

"Party at Wooyoung's!"

"Drinks on Seonghwa!"

They march further and further away from you, filing into the locker rooms as you watch from afar, standing pathetically by yourself on the field. The crowd has since dissipated and you're all too aware that you're alone now.

The forgotten blanket is still draped around you, and you clutch it tighter around your frame as the breeze sends a shiver down your spine.

"You should dump him, you know."

You jump in shock and spin on your heel, head whipping in the direction of the new voice. You're met with the very same goalie you had been checking out earlier, a sense of guilt creeping over your back. How long was he standing behind you?

"What?" You manage to say back to him, unsure of how to approach his suggestion.

"I said you should dump him."

Yunho stands tall and defiantly before you, arms folded over his chest as he cocks an eyebrow in amusement. You give him a once over before you frown, trying to look anywhere but at him.

"You don't know anything."

He doesn't miss your lingering look and the corner of his lips quirk up knowingly as he steps toward you.

You stumble back, heart catching in your throat when you look up to meet his stare, his eyes swimming dangerously with an unknown emotion.

"I know enough, princess. A good girl like yourself wouldn't be eye fucking me if your boyfriend was taking care of you well enough," he pauses and leans past you, whispering hotly against the shell of your ear, " — or if he was fucking you properly."

A tremble of desire ripples down your spine but you move back, flabbergasted by his statement. You're no sooner tripping over your own feet and you topple backwards, landing on your ass.

Yunho barks out in laughter, not bothering to offer you any help. The man is hunched over now, chuckling loudly as he stares at your frustrated form below him. He clutches his stomach and figuratively wipes his eye as if he'd just witnessed the funniest thing of his life.

"Fuck you," you spit back to him.

“Just say when and I’m all yours.”

You’re shocked by his admission, not daring to meet his eyes as your hand begins swiping the blades of grass under you. Though you're annoyed, you can't ignore the bubble of arousal that has spread through your belly. Yunho wants to fuck you. You rewind his words over and over again in your head, only snapping into focus when you hear Seonghwa’s voice calling out to you from a distance.

"Babe?" From several meters away, you see your boyfriend approaching closer in a light jog. He has since changed out of his uniform, and is now sporting a long sleeve with some form fitting jeans.

"Are you ok? I didn't know you were friends with Yunho!" Seonghwa reaches you both shortly, oblivious to the situation before him, smiling from ear to ear as he begins to help you up.

"I’m ok. I just tripped, that's all..." You offer an uncertain smile, standing up and wiping the debris from your pants.

"Hey, man! I was just asking her if she's coming to the party." Yunho throws his arm over Seonghwa, giving him a side hug before he's veering off toward the locker rooms.

"Gonna go shower. See ya both there!"

You're left with Seonghwa as the goalie's form disappears into the building. You shouldn't be upset now that you have some alone time with your boyfriend, but the encounter leaves you unsettled and questioning yourself.

You swallow nervously and lace your fingers with the man before you, gently tugging him along toward the parking lot.

"Let's go get ready, yeah?" He nods his head and lets you lead the way, happily swinging your hands.

"I missed you, babe. I can't wait for the party."

The guilt continues to fester at the back of your mind but you force it away, mustering up a half hearted smile.

"I missed you too."

The Jung family was known for being wealthy, so securing their beloved son a lavish 3 story building within your college town was no hard feat. Given Wooyoung's spacious living situation he also housed some of his fellow players. One being his closest buddy, Choi San, two being your best friend, Song Mingi and the third roomie was none other than the infamous goalie himself.

To say you're familiar with the house is an understatement, having stayed over on many occasions whether it be for a soccer function, party or to hang out with Mingi. The building itself is huge, reminiscent of someone's dream home but it was a little closer to a frat house than anything given the current occupants.

By the time you reach Wooyoung's, the sun is already setting beneath the skyline. In typical party fashion, there are people pouring in and out of the door and you see a few stragglers who are already wasted, strewn about the front yard.

The music is at full blast, some unfamiliar hip hop beats pumping from the speakers. The noise grows louder as you both near the entrance, the volume of chatter mixing in with the tempo of the current song.

When you and Seonghwa step through the bustling entryway of the Jung manor, a chorus of drunken cheers are heard amidst the packs of various friend groups.

"Yo! There's the man of the hour!" Wooyoung is ever the host as he’s quick to greet you two, shoving a can of beer into Seonghwa's hand while he slings an arm around his shoulder.

"M'lady," he playfully curtsies to you, despite the awkward entanglement of he and Seonghwa's limbs, "help yourself to some drinks. The boys want to take some celebratory shots to get things rolling!"

"Thanks, Woo!" You grin back at him and follow along as you're led toward the kitchen. Bottles of hard liquor amass the counter along with littered and forgotten red solo cups, some full and others empty.

The crowd is more dense in this room, all the soccer players packed around the island as they're downing shot after shot. Seonghwa is quick to join them, abandoning your company when he’s encouraged by their enthusiastic hooting.

The sight brings a smile to your face but your expression morphs into something unpleasant when he hooks his elbow with Yunho, both of them throwing down their beverages in unison.

You don't miss how Yunho's adam's apple bobs as he tips his glass back or how a dribble of tequila trails down his chin from his lips. When his eyes meet yours, they're narrowed playfully. There's a knowing glint behind his gaze that has you promptly turning on your heel.

With your back to the crowd, you're squeezing past the lot as you direct yourself elsewhere. You spare Mingi a pat in passing and maneuver toward the opposite side of the kitchen where you reach for a solo cup, opting to fill it from the massive dispenser of jungle juice in the corner. You make a mental note to come back for shots later once it's less crowded.

As you're filling your drink a hand lands on your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze that makes you jolt in surprise. The liquid sloshes in your cup, narrowly missing your clothes. You turn to the perpetrator and immediately breathe a sigh of relief when you recognize the voice.

"Careful with that. It'll fuck you up good."

"Hongjoong! You scared the hell out of me!"

The man in question laughs and bumps his shoulder to yours. He's nursing his own drink which he holds up to you, nodding his head. Hongjoong and you go way back, both having an unspoken mutual respect for each other.

You've known him as long as you've known Seonghwa, but the both of them have been friends for many years prior so you have nothing on that. Even though he's not a part of the main roster, Hongjoong is the manager for the team, which makes him just as important.

The two of you met through Mingi and you both bonded instantly, enjoying each other's presence. You aren't necessarily close, but you're far from anything unfriendly. You’re also dating his best bud, so it was hard to avoid him if things were any different.

"Cheers!"

"Bottoms up, Joong."

You clink your plastic cup to his and you're both gulping down the booze in one go, a grimace overtaking your features as the concoction of alcohol and juice washes over you. Whatever that was, it was nasty.

“Dude, who made this? Isn’t jungle juice supposed to NOT taste like alcohol?”

“Probably some dumb ass.”

And that's how the rest of the night proceeds. In between failing to get Seonghwa's attention and socializing with various people (mostly Hongjoong), you're left to your own vices for nearly an hour. Like the others though, Hongjoong soon finds better company amongst his peers.

It hasn’t been long since your arrival yet you're feeling the effects of the alcohol already. Seonghwa has since been whisked away by his other friends, easily forgetting you in the midst of celebrations. It's nothing new, but the substance does help dull the pain.

To say you’re upset is an understatement. Does Seonghwa just not care? You even did up your makeup a little cuter today. Forgoing your usual attire, you wear a black strappy and skimpy little number tonight. You weren't one to usually show off your assets but it didn't matter since your efforts went unnoticed, leaving you high and dry.

Submitting defeat, you make up your mind and decide you would have fun regardless of your relationship. Fuck Seonghwa. You’re at a party, so you might as follow its intended purpose.

You've already made your rounds within the house several times, chatting amongst your friends only briefly before you wind back up in the kitchen. Although you're not quite drunk yet, you're definitely getting there as you begin to wobble over to the counter of spirits.

You're finishing your second helping of jungle juice once you've arrived at the island. A random liquor bottle is plucked from the selection and with the emptied solo cup in hand, you're quick to pour some expensive looking vodka, filling it halfway before you knock it back hastily. No chaser necessary. The sting is immediate, burning down your throat as you try not to gag down the rest.

Drinking the substance was akin to what you imagine rubbing alcohol tastes like. Disgusting, but it does the job. The cup is tossed aside and you wipe your mouth with your hand before you trudge toward the open doors of the backyard, the last area you've yet to explore for the night.

The moon now rises within the darkened skies, illuminating the expanse of the yard. From here, the music is a bit more muted and the chatter is quieter. Centered in the middle of the space was a pool, where some people were lounging about. Not a good spot for a tipsy girl like yourself.

Further to the side, the pungent smell of marijuana wafts from the corner where a large fire pit roars alive. Some familiar faces surround the area and from afar you can see they’re passing around a joint. You're quick to abandon your post by the doors, stumbling toward the lull of the flames.

"Miiiingi," you call out as you approach closer, slinging your arms around the said man.

Mingi turns slightly at the mention of his name and catches you just in time as you throw yourself into him, a loopy smile on your lips.

"Damn… You look,” he whistles lowly, “how many drinks have you had?"

"How do I look? And like... only a few!"

You drop your hold from him and step away to do a little drunk twirl, stumbling slightly. He raises his eyebrows in amusement but still claps his hands nonetheless.

"You look good enough to eat, babe. And I hope ‘a few’ doesn’t include the pitcher of that god awful jungle juice. I think Wooyoung threw anything and everything in there."

"Maaaaybe two of those and a shot!" A shot being that half cup of vodka earlier, which was basically two shots if you think about it. Mingi didn’t need to know that though.

He just shrugs his shoulders and smiles lightly. He wasn't one to stop you if you wanted to let loose. You grin and squeeze his hand once, thankful he wasn’t too concerned over your lack of sobriety. As you’re stepping around him and circling the fire pit, you greet the others surrounding you, not wishing to be rude.

To Mingi's left, your friends Yeosang, San and Jongho are in a deep debate as the lingering smoke from the weed and burning wood mixes within the air. They all wave at you and quickly return to their conversation. You think you hear something along the lines of whether or not mint chocolate chip is the superior ice cream flavor, but you don't really know.

To the opposite side of Mingi, Yunho nods his head to you as he reclines in a woven lawn chair with his legs spread apart. Even in your current state you don’t miss the way his eyes are greedily raking over your exposed form, taking in every inch of skin you’re showing. His actions have you shifting nervously on the balls of your feet and you don’t know how to approach him.

Regardless of the fact that you are ready or not, you have to face him now. Against your better judgment, you think you should enjoy his attention while you can and at this point, you were getting too drunk to care.

You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol in your system or your disarray of emotions, but you can hardly ignore how the denim of his jeans hug his muscular thighs or how his white t-shirt rides up a little when he leans back, showing you just a sliver of his skin.

You’re both readily checking each other out and it makes you feel hot with shame. His eyes are hazy from the effects of the cannabis and he's taking a long drag before holding it up in your direction.

"Hey, princess. You want a hit?" A billow of smoke rolls over his lips as he speaks, voice low and gravelly from the dryness in his throat. You swear you’ve never seen anything sexier than the sight of him before you.

"Don't call me that," you murmur as you snatch the joint from his hand and inhale from it, sucking in a bit too sharply. The smoke that fills your lungs all too soon comes out in sputters and it has you coughing out several times.

The sound of Yunho's hearty and familiar laughter joined with Mingi's fills your ears, making your face burn with embarrassment. If you could dig a hole right now and hide in it, you would. You roll your eyes and pass the end of the blunt to Mingi while trying to recompose yourself.

"What brings you out here, pretty girl?" Yunho questions you, but you both know why. Mingi knows too, yet he chooses to ignore the unspoken tension between you two as he's too preoccupied finishing off the last of the joint.

"You know, the usual," you slur a bit as you speak, noting how the alcohol seems to pump more heavily through your veins, " — Hwa is too busy to pay attention to me so I may as well get as crossed as I can tonight."

"I told you that you should just break up with him." Mingi crushes the remainder of the joint under his shoe as he speaks, eyeing you warily.

"Yeah! You're clearly not having fun worrying about him!" Jongho suddenly butts into the conversation, his statement being followed by several nods and a chorus of verbal agreements from the rest of the boys.

"I wasn't aware that my relationship was everyone and their mother's business." You huff in response.

“Just because Hwa is our friend doesn’t mean we don’t know he’s a shitty boyfriend to you,” Yeosang pitches in.

“He’s not a bad guy. I just don’t know if he deserves that… And you guys make it sound like dumping him is the easiest thing in the world.”

You groan loudly at their insistent suggestions. All you've heard tonight is people telling you to break it off with him, but he’s still the man you fell in love with. You wish things weren’t so complicated.

“Him being a good guy is different from him being a good boyfriend. If you’re not happy, you shouldn’t stay with him,” San adds with a firm nod.

"Well whatever you do, they’re still right,” you're about to complain again but Yunho is quick to grab your hand, “Like Jongho said, you're not having fun, so let's go dance."

He’s standing up abruptly as he tugs on your hand, leading you back inside and toward the lively mass of dancing bodies within the house. The boys cheer in unison and follow suit, filing into the packed living room.

Within the dim space the lights are set down low and in the area where the speakers occupy there’s a set of disco lights atop, flickering from corner to corner, the gradient of multiple hues bobbing every which way.

Your group is weaving through the crowd of bodies until you’re all within the center of the dancing where you’re being sandwiched between both Mingi and Yunho. The room is unbearably hot, yet you’re too intoxicated to care as you lose yourself to the sultry song that plays through the house.

In front of you Mingi is clutching onto your shoulders as he easily moves himself to the beat of the music, swaying from side to side. From behind Yunho is holding your waist and you feel him bumping against your backside as he dances. You almost feel overwhelmed between the two men, but your arms loop around Mingi’s torso and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to rock against their bodies.

The boys brought you inside to have fun and you don’t want to waste the rest of the night worrying about your relationship. You’re between two ridiculously handsome men, so you might as well indulge a little.

Yunho's breath is hot against your neck as you drop your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering open to meet his half lidded stare. Beneath his stare is the look of something unidentifiable again, a dangerous and lustful glint. The movements never stop even as his grip tightens around you, his large hands over your hips.

"You look so fucking sexy tonight," Yunho's whisper is almost lost to the volume of the music but you hear him clearly as he mutters into your ear. You bite your lip at his compliment and feel your body heating up.

"Want to rip this tiny dress off your body." He continues his onslaught of suggestive words, not faltering even as you press yourself instinctively to his crotch.

You're not surprised that he's hard against your ass but you are shocked by the sheer feeling of his size outlined beneath the fabric of his denim. Even with the jeans covering him, you can tell that the rumors are definitely true.

The thought of his dick alone has something stirring within your loins and you can't help but to grind yourself harder against his growing erection as a whine threatens to bubble up from your throat.

"You like that, princess?" His hold slides down from your waist and he toys with the hem of your dress, fingers dancing along the material teasingly.

His blatant flirting has you feeling nervous but you can't deny how turned on you are at the way he touches and gropes at you within the public eye.

Mingi is either too high to care or completely unaware of the situation as his body bumps against yours. His elbows slack on your shoulders but you can tell he's enjoying himself from the dopey grin he has as he's watching the scene unfold before him. So much for heeding his warning about Yunho. He didn't even seem to care anymore.

If not for your friend dancing alongside you, the sight of you rubbing yourself against Yunho would definitely look suspicious. At this point, you're not sure if being caught in the act bothers you though. You're much too faded and you're reveling in the feeling of both their hands all over you. Any guilt that still threatens to ruin your night is now easily disregarded.

The actions of your bodies gyrating against each other has made your dress ride up, revealing more of your already exposed thighs. With the way your lacy black underwear is just barely beginning to peek out beneath your skimpy dress, it takes Yunho everything in his willpower not to spread your legs right there and fuck you with his fingers.

You don't notice your indecency, but Yunho certainly does. Luckily he and Mingi are there to block the view from any prying eyes. He wouldn't want to share such a sinful sight with anyone else anyway.

"Do you want to take this upstairs?"

You should say no, but you find yourself nodding instead and allowing him to pull you backwards.

Mingi doesn’t seem to mind the absence of your body and easily bids you both farewell as he drunkenly looks for a new dance partner once you're both stumbling through the mass of moving bodies.

With his larger hand clasped over yours, Yunho is leading you through the string of scattered party goers until you're both practically tripping up the stairs.

You know you should acknowledge the feeling of shame that looms over you, but there's a thrum of excitement filling your senses. The thrill of entertaining such a heinous act drives you further into some sick type of high.

As you and Yunho are both hurrying to his room, you fail to see your boyfriend hovering close by the bottom of the stairwell. The drink he has is downed in one go before he's crushing the cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. There is a surge of alcohol and rage pumping through his blood as he begins to ascend the steps after you.

When you reach Yunho’s room, he leads you inside and kicks the door shut behind him. Although the room is pitch black it doesn’t stop how he clutches onto your waist and pushes you into the door as he begins to kiss you heavily.

There is no hesitance to claim your lips while his large hands are eager to explore the expanse of your scantily clad body. His touch is everywhere at once and you're breathless as he attacks your lips with fervor, drinking in your kisses whilst groaning breathlessly into your mouth.

It shouldn't feel so good to have him touching you, but each brush of his fingers feels electrifying on your skin, driving you more mad with each passing second.

All too soon he's pulling away from your mouth and backing up until you hear the click of him switching on the lamp nearby. A dull light floods the space, the interior of his room filling your vision. You’re momentarily distracted and briefly take a minute to examine the minute details of his living arrangements.

By the corner rests a black recliner and a shelf lined with family photos and awards from the numerous sports he’s played. Miscellaneous equipment and video games are scattered about the room amongst his various clothes. Everything looked pretty standard for a college guy like himself.

When he sees you're preoccupied taking in the sight of your surroundings, he uses the chance to shed his clothes, leaving only his boxer briefs. Once done, he's quick to lay back on his mattress, which rests at the center of his room and he sits up against the pillows while motioning for you to come closer.

You don't move at first, eyes zeroing in on the man who lays before you. Despite the lamp’s dull luminance you can still make out the toned muscles that sculpt his lean figure. Beneath his abs, a faint trial of his hair disappears beneath the band of his undergarments. The shape of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear has you squirming in place.

“Princess, my eyes up here.” Immediately your head snaps up to meet his smug look, grin tugging at his lips. Even with the short garb on your body, you feel suddenly overdressed when you ogle his bare form.

He’s staring at you beneath his heavy lids, lust evident within his eyes. The effects of the marijuana still clouds his mind but he's never felt better.

“Strip for me.” The command rings in your ears, a low timber in his voice as his hand creeps over his present bulge. He’s no sooner palming himself, stroking himself through his underwear.

The sight has your mouth going dry, arousal encouraging your actions when you begin to sway your hips before him. You don't know if it's the intoxication or just the raw desire to fuck him that fuels your next actions. The sight of him spread out before you and stroking his cock certainly contributes to your newfound bravado.

You’re clumsily dancing and shimmying the dress off, your body rolling as the straps slide off your shoulders and droop down to reveal your bare breasts. When the fabric drops past your waist and to the floor, you clumsily kick the article aside and move toward the edge of the bed.

The lacy black underwear that previously taunted Yunho is now on full display as you begin to make your way onto the bed, both knees sinking into the mattress as you crawl toward him on all fours. He’s groaning as he watches your tantalizing prowl, squeezing himself hard through his delicates.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, your figure approaching closer until you hover before him, straddling his thighs.

Your mouths reconnect when you settle over him, letting your clothed mound rest on his lap before you begin to drag yourself against his length. The friction between your loins draws another noise from him as he's eagerly returning your kiss, tongue and teeth clashing with hunger.

His hands find purchase on your waist, sliding up your body and cupping your breasts as he begins to roll himself under you. As he carefully tweaks your nipples you whine into his mouth, each kiss growing more messy, your lips swollen as he devours you.

He doesn’t know if he can handle another second of being trapped beneath you as he rubs against you through the flimsy garments separating you. You feel so good and he's not even inside you yet.

The kiss is broken when he sinks further into his pillows, arching forward impatiently in a struggle to remove his underwear. Not wanting to laugh at his attempts, you lift yourself from him and help slide the offending article down his legs.

His erection springs free from its confines and your jaw goes slack when you finally take in the size of his cock. Seeing it under his boxers was one thing but this… The rumors definitely didn’t do him justice. Watching him twitch against his stomach with his precum pooling at the tip of his length makes you think you’ve never wanted to taste something as much as his dick.

When you look up to Yunho, he has his ever present shit eating grin. He knows you’re impressed and he revels in the attention, enjoying how your expression morphs from shock to pure desire.

Once you've recollected yourself he grasps the sides of your panties and tugs them impatiently. The position has you struggling to remove the lingerie but he opts to rip the fabric instead, tearing down the sides and tossing the remnants elsewhere as you’re left to gape at his hastiness.

“Those were my favori-” You struggle to verbalize your next words as a gasp escapes you when you suddenly feel his hand cupping your exposed sex.

“I was going to ruin them one way or another,” he says with a roll of his eyes as his fingers delicately run along the arousal that has collected between your folds. He experimentally rubs his thumb against your clit, watching as your body trembles from his featherweight touch.

“You’re already this wet for me? Naughty girl.”

“Shut up,” you murmur as you slap his hand away and situate yourself back on his lap, letting him feel your wetness against the length of his erection.

“Sorry, princess.” He throws his arms up in mock surrender but they're no sooner on your thighs as you both continue to hump against each other, the feeling of skin to skin unbearable as he bites back a moan.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” The tip of his cock brushes past your clit, easily sliding back and forth along your opening once you're rocking yourself faster atop him.

“You seem to like it,” he says with a knowing tone and he squeezes both your thighs, though he sounds just as breathless as he looks beneath you. His eyes are fluttering with each movement, chest rising as he tries to maintain his last ounce of self control.

He's been patient, allowing you to grind yourself on him, but he wants nothing more than to grab your hips and impale you on his cock, stretching you out so good that you can't think.

You're both gasping quietly against each other and it's only until you hear the door open that you're both scrambling for the sheets to cover yourselves.

“So, this is where you two went.” Seonghwa’s firm voice fills your ears, making your entire body freeze up as you come to a halt.

You've never heard him more angry and you're nervous to face him but you find yourself slowly twisting your head over your shoulder as you're met with his enraged glare.

Yunho stiffens beneath you and opens his mouth to speak but the other man holds up his palm to signal his silence. Your boyfriend closes the door behind him, not uttering a word as he takes a seat on the recliner that's situated in the corner.

The tension is thick but you can’t help the bewilderment showing on your expression as you watch him settle into the leather, spreading his legs wide while he dips his hand into his pants.

“Don’t stop on my account. Carry on.” There is a dangerous hint behind his tone and you can feel his anger radiating off him in waves but the thought of him watching as Yunho fucks you makes you even more turned on.

You’re unsure of what's going on anymore at this point, but even in your confusion you know you don't want to disobey Seonghwa. The guilt that you had been ignoring all night hits you tenfold, sitting present in your consciousness. Despite this, your arousal is obvious as your pussy grows messier, drooling on the cock beneath you. It's apparent to him as he twitches against your sex and he catches on quickly, though initially he seems just as shocked as you by Seonghwa’s admission.

It doesn't take a second longer for Yunho to recognize the look behind Seonghwa’s eyes and he has a twisted smirk pulling at his lips in realization. Before you can protest, he suddenly takes ahold of your hips and lifts you with ease before he's sliding you down the entirety of his length. Your walls drag past his cock, swallowing him whole as he fills you to the hilt.

The noise of surprise that escapes you rings high when you feel him stretching you apart. He’s much bigger than Seonghwa and you don't think you've ever felt so full in your life. If you weren't already so wet, you knew the stretch would sting much more than it did. You're so clouded with pleasure that the pain is barely present.

“You like watching your girl get fucked by someone else, Hwa?” He taunts your boyfriend, snide in his tone as he ruts himself up into you. You whine loudly.

The man in question only responds with a grunt, his eyes trained on the view of your pussy swallowing his huge cock. Seonghwa squeezes himself harder and begins to pump into his hand, gritting his teeth.

“You're both so fucking nasty. You love this, don’t you?” Even as Yunho sneers, he doesn’t stop rocking his hips.

“Look how well she takes me, Hwa. You like seeing her little cunt stretched out by another man’s dick?” This time Seonghwa moans in response. His jeans have been kicked aside and he's left in his shirt, jerking himself in his palm as he watches you both through his hazy eyes.

With your head overlooking your shoulder, you still don't entirely know what's happening, but the sight of your boyfriend fucking his hand makes you overwhelmed with the need to press on. Knowing you're both getting off as he watches you get plowed has your stomach churning with some sick sense of pleasure.

Suddenly you feel Yunho’s hand cupping your chin, forcing your eyes away from Seonghwa. As you both stare at each other, you’re readily bouncing yourself on his lap, sinking deeper onto his cock with your every movement. You’re greedy to have him inside you, enjoying how each thrust has him filling your pussy so well.

There’s a sound of clattering from the other side of the room and you want to turn your head, but the hand gripping your chin is firm. Seeing his eyes flicker behind you makes your curiosity grow, but when you feel a hot breath against the back of your neck you now know that Seonghwa has joined you on the bed.

His presence has the man beneath you waning his pace, his hips working in a slow and sensual grind. As he hovers behind you his nose runs along your nape where his lips latch down on your skin. His teeth drag against your shoulder and you're whining quietly when he bites down particularly hard.

“Did you miss me so bad that you had to cheat me on with my own teammate?” Seonghwa is speaking against your skin, but he doesn't stop nipping at you, sucking harshly until you begin to bruise beneath his lips. You don't know how to respond, your body trembling as he continues to press at you.

“You think you can just fuck Yunho and get away with it?” Shaking your head, you let out a meek ‘no’ as his fingers tangle within your hair.

“Get up.” Seonghwa has never spoken to you with a tone like this before. It fills you with apprehension but your body is still thrumming with arousal and you're quick to follow his instructions, whimpering when you slide off of Yunho’s lap.

Yunho wishes to pull you back onto him but he hesitates, deciding he wants to watch how the scene unfolds. Even then, his cock continues to throbs as he takes note of how an intensity is overtaking the normally sweet and kind Seonghwa.

Your boyfriend leads you by your hair, ignoring you as you whimper out in a pained protest. You’re forced onto your hands and knees, your head hovering between the apex of his legs as he presses his hard cock against your mouth.

“You're going to let me use your mouth like the disgusting whore that you are, got it?” You feel yourself clenching at his words, nodding as your tongue darts out to taste the head to his dick. It's been so long since you've had him, you're desperate for his cock. He scoffs at your eagerness.

Seonghwa grasps his length, smearing his precum against your mouth as he uses his free hand to motion the other man forward. Yunho is no sooner scrambling toward you both, pupils blown wide with anticipation as he awaits further instruction.

“Go ahead.”

His words are all that Yunho needs to hear. Holding your hips once again he grabs you from behind and he begins to sheath his cock back within the slick warmth of your hole, relishing in how tightly your walls surround him. You both moan loudly. At the same time Seonghwa slides himself past your lips, the hand within your locks tightening their hold when he eases himself into your throat.

Your eyes flit up to watch him as his lips are pulled back in a displeased scowl. You've never seen him so upset and it makes you remorseful knowing you're the cause of his distress but at the same time he’s never looked so sexy glaring down at you.

He catches your stare but continues to frown even as his cock twitches in your mouth. His fingers fist at your tresses, guiding you further down his shaft until your nose is flush to his pelvic bone.

You're breathing heavily through your nostrils as you continue to look at each other, your eyes watering with tears. He doesn't move, but instead allows Yunho to bury into you. The snap of his hips against your backside causes your body to jerk forward, forcing Seonghwa’s tip to hit the back of your throat. He’s groaning when you gag against him, the action clearly catching you in surprise.

“Such a needy slut. Just one dick wasn't enough for you, huh?” You whine against him, drooling over his length as Yunho sets the tempo for how fast your head is bobbing along his cock. He’s pounding into you harder, enjoying the sight of you struggling to suck the other off while he's working open your tight pussy.

“You should lighten up, Hwa,” he says between thrusts as he reaches out with one arm to grab the older man.

“Are you serious? What the hell does that mean?” Seonghwa’s fingers slacken as he peers over at the goalie, his dick pulsing in your mouth while he’s watching you get fucked.

You're thankful for the moment of reprise but your eyes go wide as you watch Yunho hover above you, grabbing Seonghwa by his hair and pulling him in for a kiss.

You gurgle on Seonghwa’s cock at the sight, your pussy clenching down tightly as the two begin to make out before you. To say your boyfriend is shocked is an understatement, but he’s quick to indulge in the kiss, clearly as aroused as you are.

Yunho has some type of unexplainable charm to him. Whatever he's doing, it clearly affects Seonghwa just as much as it does you.

Their mouths are locked together, wet kisses amidst their tongues intertwining as you feel Yunho begin to rock his hips again. The movement has all three of you moaning and encourages you to begin sucking harder on the cock inside your mouth.

There is saliva coating your lips as you're bobbing your head down the length of Seonghwa’s erection, more drool dripping down your chin while you're sloppily getting your face fucked.

When Yunho breaks the kiss there is a line of spit stretching between them as they're both panting heavily, trying to regain their breaths. The taller of the two ushers the hand away from your locks, taking a hold of your hair before he’s tugging your head back as he withdraws slowly, pulling himself completely out of you.

Seonghwa’s dick pops out from your mouth when you’re yanked back and he’s left staring at your desperate form below him, your body wiggling with need at the loss of Yunho.

“Take this as a lesson, Hwa. You’re in a win-win situation, no?” Even as Yunho says this, the other’s expression twists between a flurry of emotions. The confusion is written all over his face, but something seems to click in his brain as he watches Yunho slam into your squelching hole with a single powerful motion.

Seonghwa feels humiliated as he watches his lover enjoy another man’s cock so readily yet his own arousal throbs with need when Yunho continues to coax him. He can’t help the hand that slips between his thighs, palming his aching length again as the goalie continues to ravage your body before him.

When Yunho’s fingers tangle within your tresses he cannot deny how much he’s enjoying the way your back arches as he begins to pound himself into you relentlessly, his pace steady and calculated. Despite the sting of your scalp and how the position aches on your back, your cries are immediately filling the room, loud and pitchy.

“You see, Seonghwa. This,” he grunts and thrusts heavily as he’s plowing into your cunt, enjoying how you clench around him so greedily, “— is how you should be fucking her.”

Your boyfriend is fisting his cock harder, biting his lower lip as he stares down at you. You’re barely meeting his gaze, tears lining your eyes as you whimper and moan. Each movement of the man behind you has you lurching forward, your torso threatening to sink forward if not for the constraint on your hair.

Looking to Seonghwa seems impossible as your eyes roll back into your head, so consumed with pleasure that you can hardly think properly. The guilt that previously haunted you is already dissipating with every sinful plunge of Yunho’s hips.

“Does Seonghwa fuck you like this, princess?” He jerks at your hair again, a guttural noise spilling from him when he feels how you constrict around his girth.

“Answer me, naughty girl. Does his cock feel as good as mine?” He stills his movements and his eyes are lighting with amusement as he watches you twist in place, writhing around for his cock.

“No, damn it! Fuck me, p-please, Yunho!” You practically shout, overcome with need as you’re whining and clutching at the bedsheets, rutting back against his pelvis. He’s ecstatic to hear your begging and he resumes his pace, watching as you immediately fall into a state of euphoria and begin garbling a string of unintelligible noises.

“Such a cock hungry girl. Don’t you enjoy seeing her like this?”

“Y…Yeah,” The older of the two manages to sputter out his reply between his breathy groans, his eyes glazing over. He’s clutching the entirety of his dick, tip leaking at the display of your ruined and blissful state before him.

“How about I give you a taste?”

“Huh?” Seonghwa’s brain short circuits at the suggestion and he glimpses up to meet Yunho’s darkening stare. The look the taller man gives him has him swallowing thickly, his eyes flickering down to watch as he slides his cock out of your fluttering hole.

“A taste,” the goalie repeats as he holds his length up, the dim lighting reflecting the trail of your juices that glisten along his shaft. Seonghwa hesitates at first but finds himself nodding.

You want to complain when Yunho withdraws from you again, but you have no time to as he's hoisting you up right into a kneeling position. The fogginess of the pleasure begins to clear from your mind though you can still feel yourself clenching around nothing as the heat within you simmers to a pulse between your legs.

Like you, Seonghwa is eagerly anticipating Yunho's next actions, unsure of what to expect. He’s thrilled at the prospect of having his turn with the larger man, his body alight in flames. The anger has seemingly diminished from him, only a hot wave of lust coursing through his veins.

The effects of the alcohol is still present in his body, but he knows he's not delirious when he realizes just how delighted he seems at the idea of tasting Yunho’s big cock. He doesn't know if he can blame you anymore when he seems just as excited to submit to the other.

Yunho is maneuvering off the mattress, walking around to the front until he's facing you both. He motions for you to scoot back and you do so obediently, eyes wide as you await for what's to come.

“Turn around, Seonghwa.” As swift as he can, he practically gets tangled in the bed sheets when he turns his back to the goalie. The action has him locking eyes with you, face burning up when he suddenly begins to feel shy about the notion of you witnessing his submissiveness.

“Good boy. Now lay back for me.” Seonghwa shivers at the compliment, his cock twitching against his thigh as he falls back on the bed, his head hanging off the edge. It's in this position that he realizes what's about to happen, though he’s not sure if he's prepared. It didn’t make him any less excited though.

“Think you can take my cock?” Simultaneously the blood rushes to his head and his erection at the question. He nods eagerly and wets his lips, mouth dropping open. He’s never done something like this before yet he’s too thrilled to pass up the opportunity.

Yunho steps forward and presses the tip of his cock against the man’s lips, humming appreciatively as his tongue darts out to circle around the tip.

“Your boyfriend is so hungry for my dick. Doesn’t he look cute? So needy.” You squeeze your thighs together and moan, the sight of the two men shooting straight to your core in a rush of wetness.

“So pretty, Hwa…” You join in the praises as Yunho tenderly strokes along your lover's jaw, thumb grazing his lower lip before he’s sliding the first few inches of his length into Seonghwa's mouth.

The praise shoots straight to Seonghwa’s loins, his dick pulsing with arousal as he’s taking the cock further down his throat. He’s compliant and docile as Yunho eases deeper, his eyes trained on the sight of his dick bulging from the other’s throat.

“So good,” Yunho groans quietly and clasps his palm around your lover’s neck, wanting to feel his own outline stretching his throat. Your mouth waters at the sight, not wanting to be left out while you’re watching Yunho slowly fuck himself into your boyfriend’s mouth. The scene before you has you dripping with desire.

“C-Can I?” A single nod from Yunho is all you need and you’re no sooner clambering toward Seonghwa. In his position the man doesn’t notice your movement as he’s so focused trying to hollow his cheeks around Yunho’s cock.

When he feels the familiar weight of your body settling on top of him, he starts to gag when you suddenly sink down on his erection, clearly catching him off guard. Yunho’s length slips from his mouth in the process and he’s sputtering quietly, trying to regain his bearings.

You’re straddling your boyfriend and dropping onto his lap, his cock getting swallowed by the warmth of your hungry walls. Seeing how he jerks up beneath you it spurs you to bounce harder on his dick, letting him stuff you full.

“Missed your cock, Hwa…” He moans at your words and flutters his eyes, his jaw slack as he feels Yunho sliding himself back into his mouth. Seonghwa is so overcome with pleasure, his body blazing with lust that he can barely process what’s happening to him. He’s never felt bliss like this before — having his lover fuck herself onto him as his mouth is being used.

Seonghwa looks so fucked out as he’s splayed across the mattress, his hair messy and his body sheen with his sweat while you’re both stimulating him. Yunho welcomes the display wholeheartedly, grinding himself into the other’s face, groaning as saliva and drool coats his cock.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you, Hwa? You like when I fuck your mouth? You miss her pussy around your cock?” A garbled noise comes from the man, his throat tightening as his hips buck up in response. You feel his cock pulsing within you with each sinful word that leaves Yunho’s mouth. You know he’s close but you’ve yet to scratch the surface of your orgasm as you begin to rock yourself faster on his lap.

Quickening your pace you slip your fingers between your thighs and begin to rub your clit as you’re bouncing yourself on Seonghwa’s cock, each movement dragging him back within your sopping core. The man beneath you is trying to meet your thrusts, his hands falling over your thighs and gripping tight as he begins chasing his climax.

Seonghwa’s eyes are screwed shut, breathing heavily through his nose and he’s letting out choked and muffled noises of pleasure. The need to cum is urgent and the feeling of your walls squeezing around his length has him realizing just how much he misses your tight little pussy.

He no longer focuses on sucking Yunho’s cock, simply allowing the other to abuse his throat as he fucks himself into your cunt. The drool that dribbles down his face is evidence of Yunho’s own pace growing sloppy, his release not far behind.

“Come for me, baby,” you gasp to him, your back arching as you feel the heat of your orgasm stirring in your belly. You’re leaning forward against his torso, your chest flush to his as you’re lifting your ass and slamming it back onto his lap repeatedly. The sound of your skin slapping resonates throughout the room, pace increasing with a hurried need as you’re moaning into his neck.

Feeling a similar air of impatience, Yunho holds Seonghwa by his hair and pulls himself back before he’s thrusting forward powerfully. The single motion of Yunho’s cock hitting the back of his throat causes the male to gurgle in discomfort but the goalie doesn’t pull away and he groans deeply, his cock spasming in the other’s mouth until he’s spurting his thick and milky seeds down Seonghwa’s throat.

At the same time, your lover feels how your hole clenches and gushes around his cock. The needy pace you’re rocking against him has his length throbbing within you. Your actions combined with the lack of air in his lungs and the impact of Yunho’s thrusts into his mouth has his vision going spotty. His thighs shake and he’s seeing white as he orgasms hard and abruptly, his load filling your cunt with rope after rope of his hot release.

As he’s climaxing, he’s struggling to swallow the cum in his mouth, most of it spilling out past his lips and dripping down his nose and down his cheeks. When Yunho finally pulls away, Seonghwa is coughing and sputtering as he tries to regain his breath. The high of his orgasm is still clouding his mind even as he’s left a panting mess.

On top of him, you’re still desperately trying to chase your own crescendo as you work yourself feverishly on his lap. Your fingers are slick and slippery with your arousal, gliding over your clit over and over as your cunt begins to convulse around Seonghwa’s cock.

You’re both still moaning and you’re riding out his orgasm, your own looming closely. Yunho is stroking Seonghwa’s cheek, moving away the strands of hair that stick to his sweat laden face. He has already recovered from his own climax and leans down to purr encouragingly into Seonghwa’s ear.

“Such a good boy. Make our princess cum, hm?”

Seonghwa keens at the other’s words and snaps his hips upward, driving himself into you with the last semblance of his strength. Your eyes are blearily focusing below you, taking in the view of your sweaty and fucked out boyfriend who’s so determined to make you come.

Similarly the sight of Yunho hovering before your lover with his cum painted on Seonghwa’s face has you shaking with arousal, your thighs quivering when you feel yourself coming undone on your boyfriend’s cock. With a final slide of your digits past your swollen nub, you peak into your orgasm, his slowed thrusts combined with your sloppy movements sending you over the edge.

Your hole squeezes around his cock and your juices mix in with his release as you finally climax. He can barely take the overstimulation as you clench around him a final time, your bodies coming to a still. Even after you’re past your high, he can still feel the after effects that are evident from your fluttering walls.

Once you’re finished, you tiredly slump against his torso, your skin sticking together from the perspiration that covers both your bodies. You’re too worn out to move, simply resting against your lover’s chest as you both breathe quietly. The fatigue overtakes you before you know it and your eyes are falling shut before you can stop yourself.

You don’t know how much time passes before you awake but someone has helped you clean up and you now lay cozily beneath Yunho’s blankets. Between a series of blinking and yawning, you groggily note that Seonghwa lays beside you peacefully, his eyes widening with joy as he’s watching you come to.

“Hey, sleepy girl.”

There’s a pregnant pause and you try to recollect your thoughts, trying to recall all that has happened up to this moment. Dread and realization falls over you immediately and you’re shooting up, blanket slipping off you. With your back straight, you hastily try to get up from the bed as a feeling of panic floods you.

You fucked up, you fucked up. You royally fucked up!

“Woah, woah. Slow down, babe.” Your boyfriend coos softly and tries to work you down, pushing you back against the mattress and rubbing your shoulders in slow and soothing motions.

“How are you being so calm? I literally just cheated on you!”

Seonghwa scratches the back of his head nervously and looks away for a moment before he grasps both of your hands, squeezing them in his palms.

“Listen, uh… I gave it some thought and I think Yunho is right.” Your jaw drops.

“Huh?”

As if on cue Yunho steps into the bedroom, one towel around his waist while he’s drying his hair with another. He blinks in surprise at you both but smiles nonetheless, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“Oh good! You’re awake, princess.”

“What the hell is going on?” You look between the pair in confusion.

“Long story short, I know I’ve been a bad boyfriend but I think Yunho can help us work through some of that. I mean… if you’re down, of course.”

“I-I… I mean. What? Are you sure? Yeah, I-I think I am down.” They chuckle at your rambling.

Despite all that has happened, you never expected this type of proposal from Seonghwa. You honestly thought you would wake up to the shit show of him dumping you after you all sobered up.

Yunho somehow worked his magic on the both of you and to your benefit as well. Even with your circumstances, you can’t deny the idea of it all excites you. You just knew that Mingi would have a field day after he found out.

“I’m still mad at you though. You could have just talked to me,” he tuts at you, shaking his head slightly.

“I tried, Hwa! You were always too busy!”

“You’re right and I’m sorry. That was definitely my bad but it’s alright, babe. I’ll make sure we make it up to each other. Plus we have Yunho now.” A tremble of excitement runs down your spine at the mention of your new partner.

Seonghwa has an adoring look in his eyes, though there is a dangerous intent behind his smile as he reaches up to gently stroke your cheek.

“I know you won’t betray me again though. We’ll make sure of it.”

His words have you nervous and aroused, rubbing your thighs together as you feel a heat pooling in your lower belly.

Beside you Yunho sports his own wolfish grin when he meets your stare, placing his hand over your thigh and rubbing circles close to your sex. “Hwa is kind of scary when he’s mad, huh? Don’t worry though, princess. When he’s begging for my cock, you can help me make sure he’s the one being a good boy.”

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channieismyboy · 2 years

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just like that <3

{gammer!felix x reader}

a/n: this was pure self-indulgence (also for my beste who's in love with felix) - masterlist <3

warnings: oral (m receiving), pet names, slight exhibitionism, slight dom/sub themes

summary: felix has been spending a little too much time gaming, and not enough time with you (so basically you helping felix under the desk)

you felt as though your life was on an endless cycle. everyday you would do the same four activities; wake up, go to school, come home, and finally sleep. of course there would be the occasional assignment due on a late night, and exams that you would have to spend your whole weekend studying for. however, everyday would relatively be the same as the last. that is until, your boyfriend felix had a weekend off.

thankfully, you had no additional assignments, or exams you had to study for on that weekend. it was almost meant to be you think. however, the weekend that you had planned in your head differed from the one you're experiencing right now.

so here you are now, laying on your stomach on your leather couch in the living room. while your beloved felix has been gaming for the past three hours.

normally you wouldn't be as upset, as on a day-to-day schedule, you would be spending most, if not all your time with felix. nonetheless, with school and other schedules occuring, you haven't spent much time with felix. thus meaning, you haven't spent time with him intimately.

this has been bothering you for the past week and a half. you don't always mean to get so needy, it's just that you can't help the thoughts that come to you late at night. the replays of past your orgasms, and your cherished memories with felix just add on to your neediness.

as a consequence, all that build up of longing to be with felix just causes something within you to snap. so you get off the couch, and head into the room where felix was. just before you're about to enter, you hear his voice. his oh so attractive deep laugh, fulminating through the door.

your mind just wanders. wanderers to what his moans sound like, the high pitch ones that he makes just when he is just about to reach climax, or the deep groans he would let out while you're on your knees, tongue swirling around the tip of his-

you cannot handle this anymore, you think. turning the handle and opening the door quietly, you see him sitting on a chair, with a monitor in front of him, playing whatever game he’s playing. he looks so beautiful, his hair a bit messy from staying at home, and his black shirt with rolled up sleeves, exposing his toned arms.

it was quiet in the room, the only sounds to be heard were the clicks of his keyboard. your eyes focus on his hands, eyeing his fingers.

you make your way to him, tapping him on the shoulder to let him know your here, you guess he never heard you come in with his headset on. he looks up at you and smiles instantly, how adorable you think. how incredibly cute.

"hey baby, how are you?" he asks, his smile is too precious. "i'm good, just wanted to spend some time with you," you answer back.

"okay then, i'll finish this game. or you can sit on my lap while i play?" he asks, eyes still on the screen. his tone is still the same, however you wished he could just pay a little more attention to you.

you seat yourself on his lap while he's playing. you observe the room, its dark, the only light is coming from felix's computer. "can't they hear you?" you ask, pointing to his headset. "oh no, i put it on mute," he answers.

you lay there for a little while, enjoying the warmth felix was providing you. enjoying the feel of felix's hair as you play with it. the occasional 'fuck' and 'shit' felix would say under his breath, however. that you were enjoying the most. but after a while, it's starting to become tedious, just doing nothing.

so you decide that you would sneakily tease felix. acting as if your a bit uncomfortable, you'll move around on his lap. you do so, rolling your hips a few inches back and forth. to no one's surprise, felix is unresponsive. perhaps you didn't do enough? maybe you should roll your hips a tad more? just as you were about to continue, you notice felix pressing on the mute button.

"don't think that i don't know what you're doing, dear," felix says, his eyes are still on the screen in front of him. "i'm not doing anything, just trying to get comfortable," you retort back, faux innocence laced within your voice.

"well, you're making my pants uncomfortable with your antics. if you're needy, just say it and i can take care of you after my game." he says, finally looking at you in the face. you think that you can't wait, it's just been too long since you've been with felix. so you get off his lap, and bend down under the desk so you're facing his knees.

"baby, wait. please don't- not right now i'm in the middle of a game-" felix get caught off by your hand reaching up and palming his semi-hard cock through his pants, him letting out a small moan.

his lips parted as if he was going to say something, however you hear a voice coming from his headset. he tries to talk to the person, however he stumbles a bit on his words as your hand begins to move faster and faster.

in no time he's hard. felix looks down at you, telling you to stop while he's still talking to someone. you don't comply, instead you pull down his pants, and take out his cock.

"no baby, don't do that. they're gonna hear us- fuck," he says, moaning into his words. you lick a long stripe of his shaft, until you reach his tip. giving it little licks, and looking up at his with doe eyes. as if you're not doing lewd things to him.

"we can't do this now, they'll hear me. fuck, don't... use your tounge like that ah-" he says, whispering to you, and leaning his head back, giving in to the pleasure you're giving him.

you start to suck on his tip, while you left hand jerks the rest of him. and the right plays with his balls. then you try to take a bit more of him in your mouth, however your gag reflux kicks in before you could do much. "no no, if you're going to do this then, take it all in your fucking mouth," he says, while his hand pushes your head down further.

you try your best not to gag, your hands grabbing onto his legs for support as he fucks your mouth rigorisly. felix lets out little grunts and swears under his breath. his pace quickens, and his hips stutter a bit, you know that he's close. so you take on from here. you pull off his dick with a small 'pop' sound that follows, and lean down to suck on his balls, while your hand jerks him harder and faster. squeezing the tip a little as you continue.

"i'm gonna cum. open your mouth for me, you're going to take all my cum, okay love?" he asks. you open your mouth, and stick your tongue out a little and he strokes himself until he's cuming on your tounge, some of it going on your face.

he sits in his chair panting for a bit until he speaks again. "fuck, i don't care about the game anymore, i think i'll have teach you a lesson." he says to you with half lidded eyes. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.

a/n: heyy guys, this ff was kind of for me lmao. i just wanted to write this real quick cause i couldn't get this senario out of my head after seeing all the taste teasers on tiktok smh- anyways i hope you enjoyed it!!! i love you all, and make sure to eat and drink water properly <3

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rainbowsky · 26 days

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Hi Rainbowsky, hope you are well. ☺️✨

In the last few weeks there has been a lot of hate, lawsuits, hot trends etc like the usual so/o stuff…nothing new surprise surprise. 🙄 I was thinking maybe if xz or yb made a statement that there is no bad blood between them, (they don't have to come out or make it clear that they are friends privately) but more like "yeah we worked together and are still on good terms" and "please don't attack or make false rumours about the other person" would the hate die down a bit or do you think it will get worse? I know it's not their job to give brain cells to mindless so/os, but maybe it could help newer fans who joined the fandom just so they wouldn't jump on the hate bandwagon because of so/os. It must be exhausting for xz and yb with all the hate, suing accounts, planning how to avoid the other person at award show because of stupid “fans” etc.

These are just some of the thoughts I've been having over the last few days. Are my thoughts too simple? I don't know if xz or yb made a statement already or if you've talked about this before, if so I'm sorry for filling your question box unnecessarily.

thank you for reading my question 🥰 I wish u a beautiful day and enjoy your weekend ✌🏽☺️

Hi Jinniecooky! Thanks, I hope you're well too! ☺️

Unfortunately I really don't see a statement improving things. It would be too risky on various fronts and would likely only make matters worse.

These fan groups are organized, well-oiled machines - especially GG's. The leadership of these groups tells the fans what to do and how to act, they give strict guidelines on what is expected of the fans, and any fan who wants to be included has to stay in line and do, say, believe as they're told.

Part of that involves selling narratives created and perpetuated by these fandom leaders and their corporate black pr embeds. They come up with elaborate stories that cast the star as a selfless, brilliant hero who is in a grand cosmic battle against 'those who want to destroy them', often with detailed claims and photoshopped or misleadingly edited/framed 'evidence' to support those claims.

Fans get sucked into these narratives and believe with all their hearts that the stories are true. They spend countless hours online spreading these lies and battling these imagined foes. They spend all their money on endorsements - whether they can afford it or not - and all their spare time on boosting the star's numbers on every platform and in every way they can.

As a result they have a deeply rooted conceit that they know what's best for the star, that the star owes their fame and success to fans, and that their activities - as hateful as they often are - are nothing less than the devoted, dedicated, selfless, heroic hard work on behalf of the star.

A statement like this would be treated as ingratitude, and would cause a lot of uproar and anger. These toxic fans would lose a lot of face if such a statement was issued, because it would run against everything they've been and stood for up until this point. The fan groups would likely try to recover by turning against the star and their management - making an even bigger mess for the star to clean up.

As I've said many times - toxic fan culture is about power and status. It's about these fans and fan groups wanking over their star being the biggest, best, etc. The bigger and more successful the star, the more of an ego boost these fans get out of it.

Speaking against anything these fans say or do cuts into that power and status in a way that can be very dangerous. We've all seen how people who speak up against them are treated. Trust me - the star and his team would fare no better if they spoke up.

The serious, long-standing fans who are deeply embedded in fan culture - especially the leadership figures in these fandoms - often know 'where the bodies are buried', too. They've made it their business to know all the dirt on their star, all the better to keep his image clean and bury the story. These are not the kind of people a star will want on their bad side.

In many ways, stars are hostages to their fan groups. These are the people pushing to build their numbers and success, and they can be very fickle, demanding and nasty.

Not only that, a statement would only draw more attention to these battles and bring them into the mainstream where passersby would see all the dirty laundry that's currently confined mostly to fandom spaces. It could escalate everything into an even bigger scandal that could burn out of control and possibly permanently damage or destroy the star.

There's also the fact that GG and DD will not want to risk the nature of their relationship becoming a bigger public story.

And that's before we even get into the fact that they've released dozens of statements over the years - especially GG - trying to get fans into line, giving guidelines on fan behavior, etc. and these toxics have ignored every word of it.

Overall, I just don't see a statement helping at all, and would likely only make matters worse.

I've often felt their best bet would be to come out as friends in a setting where fans dare not fuck with things. For example, appearing onstage together at a nationalistic event or in a nationalistic program.

But that's unlikely to ever happen for various reasons. Appearing together would put both of them at huge risk. Such an appearance would inevitably draw a lot of attention and gossip. Even if it was mostly positive due to fans trying not to cause any trouble, GG and DD would overshadow the message and gravity of the occasion. It would make them look bad - at best, traffic stars (images they're trying to shed), at worst, disrespectful or irreverent to the government or serious occasion.

And one would have to accept the possibility that even such a serious occasion under the eye of the government wouldn't be enough to stop fan wars from happening.

At the end of the day, it's just safer for GG and DD to let things run their course and hope that these assholes eventually lose interest and move on. To accept fan wars and haters as just part of the cost of doing business.

Similarly, I think we need to just accept that haters gonna hate, and stop focusing on haters and antis. We're not here for other fans, we're here for GG and DD. If we put our focus there and block and ignore all the toxics, we can enjoy fandom - which is the entire point.

Recent post related to this topic:

GG and DD supposedly collaborating on a new movie

#bjyx #yizhan #solos belong to moling su sect #antis go home #ask

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genericpuff · 2 months

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Hey puff you have a day job right? How do you keep the motivation/discipline to create comics regularly and be an active blogger?

I've mentioned this a few times before and generally try to be as transparent as possible as I can when it comes to my real life circumstances and how they affect - and allow - my comic production schedule, because when it comes right down to it, I'm in a very privileged position that allows me certain luxuries that other comic creators simply don't have. And I don't really like the idea of someone seeing what I do and like... thinking that's a bar they have to meet because it often comes with a complete misinterpretation of what circumstances I'm in that may vary extremely from their own. Y'all are seeing a tip of a very large iceberg, y'know?

I do have a day job, I work as a tattoo artist, however my schedule is very much my own to control and while that comes with a lot of pressure to find my own work, it also allows for me to have flexibility with my other projects. That said, I'm only able to be that flexible because when I'm making money, I'm making really decent money (and with far less hours than I would need to make my living if I was working in retail still) and when I'm not, I've got a partner who makes a more consistent living that may have a much smaller hourly than what I get hourly for tattooing, but is still a decent hourly compared to minimum wage that he's able to handle bills while I get back on my feet (and there have been tons of times where our situations have been reversed, where I've been making good money and he's been needing extra help; it's honestly kind of some cosmic prank, the two of us can never seem to be doing financially well at the same time lmao)

Right now, we're just starting to come out of a slow winter season, so I've had more time than ever to sink into my personal projects. It does get stressful at times having such inconsistent payouts through the ebbs and flows of tattooing, but I try to be at peace with those slow seasons because it allows me to work on my passion projects. Especially when I've got not one, not two, but three separate tattoo expos (so far) to do this summer, which is gonna be (hopefully) three separate 30 hour weekends of straight tattooing haha And while I say hopefully (because yay good money and good publicity!) it's also gonna be extremely stressful and exhausting so I'm trying not to take the slower season for granted, because I know I'll be wishing for it again when I'm in the midst of it. And that's not even including all the other events I have booked this year that are purely for vendoring (so unrelated to tattooing) that are also gonna be crazy.

That said, the past couple years have felt particularly hard, but I know it's because we're unfortunately in the midst of a massive economic recession that has seen people spending less on luxury things - and that includes tattoos. But my comics and other personal projects give me a great outlet for my ideas and thoughts, and while projects like Rekindled are unfortunately not something I feel comfortable monetizing, they are ultimately projects that bring me a lot of joy and I think that's the best I can ask for nowadays while I wait in the hopes that things get better soon in the real world.

As for getting that motivation/discipline, I don't really have one solid answer. The reality is just that I've been doing this for a long, long time, so not drawing comics feels like not doing any other established good habit. What you may feel wondering how I manage to work so long on a single comic project with such hefty updates is undoubtedly pretty close to what I feel wondering how the fuck people manage to go to the gym LOL It's taken a lot of routine building and repetition and it's as natural as breathing to me at this point, I just feel gross when I've gone a day without drawing comics in some form. That routine has helped me get better and faster at creating as well. When I started my first long-form comic series, I started out just drawing a page a day - often taking 3-4 weeks to complete a chapter - and by the time it was done 7 years later, I was putting out a chapter a week. And then that turned into 60-90 panels of full color art a week... nah, I don't recommend anyone do that on their own like I did, I can't even do that anymore and looking back I'm in shock how I was able to pull that off, and not in an amazed "why can't I do that anymore, I used to be so awesome!" way, but more in a "oh god why did I do that to myself, no wonder I'm burnt out" way.

And honestly that's kind of the reality of it, while I'm putting out consistent updates of Rekindled that are in full color and are - in my opinion - some of the best work I've put out in the last few years, I'm also struggling to rebuild habits with my original project because I've simply fallen out of practice. I'm one person responsible for all the work I've put out, and yet when it comes to looking at the projects I still have sitting on the backburner, I still feel a sort of internalized version of Person A looking at Person B and asking "how the hell do you do it???" just like you're asking me now lol I'm working on it though and trying to get back to it little by little, day by day. On rare occasions I actually get something productive done and make progress LOL

That said, none of it has come without consequences. I've spent the majority of my artistic journey working on the same project which I feel has severely stunted my outreach and set me back in my growth; after all, we only ever see and judge the merit of webcomic projects based on the 1% of people who got lucky and achieved some semblance of fame and recognition out of it, you never see the people who have spent years still picking away at the same project from the bottom with little to show for it besides the work that's going unseen. I've also already got way more back and hip pain than one should have by their late 20's and that's definitely a consequence of spending so many hours every single day working on comics. As much as I've built some great habits that have made my comics and art better, I've also ended up with some very bad ones that a lot of people don't see because all they see is the results from the good ones. So that's something that I hope I can at least warn people about, even as a reminder to stand up and stretch every now and then and get their proper amount of sleep LMAO

And then when it comes to the blogging... I'm an AuDHD person with a lot to say and I can type at 137/wpm. So that's all there is to that ♡( ◡‿◡ )

#ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled #lore rekindled ama

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seoksgrl · 3 months

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a little party never killed nobody, 1 : bts rich!bts x rich!reader

tws: implied smut, oral (m receiving)

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Taehyung always likes it when you make a show of wiping your smudged lipstick after blowing him in the boy’s toilets. Missing class is a small, insignificant price to pay when your boyfriend gives you that signature smirk that seems to light a fire between your legs. He loves the way your private university uniform clings to your ass when you kneel down in front of him, and he makes no attempt to quell his harsh gasps and deep groans whenever he hits deep at the back of your throat. His fist in your hair and his dark eyes watching you beneath a fringe of blonde hair is all you need to put the extra effort into pleasing him. Skipping lectures has become your favourite activity lately.

“Jesus, baby,” He grunts, catching his breath as his hand drops from where he’d been gripping your hair with white-knuckle force, your scalp aching almost as much as the spot between your legs. His cheeks are flushed with relief, and his hair stuck to his temple, a little damp from the moisture gathered there, “You’re so good to me,”

A sharp, fleeting pinprick of panic runs through you before you push it to the back of your mind, the smile that had momentarily slipped from your face replaced with a pout, playing the perfect part of the good girl that your boyfriend finds so irresistible.

“Get up here so I can have a taste of that sweet - “

“Are you two done fucking in there? I gotta take a dump,” A familiar, unwelcome voice as you yelping, hardly unaccustomed to being caught in compromising positions by your friends, but still startled by it. With a roll of your eyes, you stand, adjusting your skirt and now-uncomfortable underwear.

“Fuck off, Yoongi,”

“Don't be a bitch just cause you didn’t get off,” He calls through the stall door, and Taehyung just manages to finish zipping up his slacks when you flip the latch and open it to find your black-haired cousin smirking at you, “While I’d love to let my uncle’s goody two shoes daughter deep throat her boyfriend on the bathroom floor, I ate something nasty from the cafeteria and I need the two of you to vacate the area,”

With a hand on your waist and a middle finger planted in Yoongi’s dumbass face, the two of you leave the boy’s toilets and step into the empty corridor. It’s no more than two seconds before you feel your boyfriend’s fingers trail along the back of your thigh, dipping barely underneath the hem of your skirt, barely long enough to pass the campus’ uniform policy.

“I can take care of you here, classes don’t switch over for another fifteen minutes,” You feel rather than see Taehyung’s grin on the back of your neck and sigh, wishing you could do nothing more than to give into his tempting touch.

Turning to face him, Tae’s hand moves to rest on your hip, his eyes glassy and relaxed from either the pills you caught him taking just before he swiped you out of the line for your class, or from his recent orgasm. Either way, he looks sexy as hell, and hard to resist, “If my pain in the ass cousin hadn’t totally killed the mood, I’d be more than happy to take you up on your offer,” you press a kiss to his lips, his hand tightening it’s hold on your hip, fingers pressing into your skin, just bordering on painful, but it only makes you throb deep below your belly button, “but I have an assignment I need to finish, seen as there's no point in me going to class now,”

“You really wanna spend your free period hunched over a book when you could be bent over a table?”

His words send a shiver running through you, but you have to stick to your guns. If you fail to get this assignment done, your professor will be on your ass about it all weekend. And you need to let loose at the cabin, “Hmm, very tempting, but I can't,”

“You're no fun,” He grins down at you, leaning in to kiss you anyway, softer than before now the haze of lust was beginning to fade.

Walking you to the locker, you grab a few of your things, taking the quiet moment between classes to admire the silence of the boarding school you’ve spent the last two years. Coming from wealthy parents with more money than time when it came down to raising their children, you were a tender fourteen years old when your parents enrolled you at boarding school, so you’ve become accustomed to living in dorms and walking through the academic halls of whatever old building you move onto next. Shipped off with a tiny pink suitcase, you settled in quicker than expected once you met your friends, your cousin Yoongi introducing you to his circle soon after your arrival. Together with him and the rest of your friendship group forged at that first boarding school, you moved to Silver Oak University. Being members of the richest families in the country, your circle of nine has stuck together through the years, founding your own little club born out of popularity and, of course, money.

Money makes the world go round, and despite your intelligence, you’re more than aware of the fact that your life will be comfortable no matter how you spent your time on campus. Whether it be pissing away your grades and allowance like Jeongguk and Jimin, or powering through your studies in business or economics like Namjoon, you have the luxury of freedom. However, you choose to meet in the middle; keeping your grades high enough so you don't engage your parents in rare, stale conversations about your future, and letting loose when you need to. Dabbling in illicit activities comes with your place in society, and your hierarchy on campus. You and Taehyung are somewhat of a popular couple, and with that popularity comes pressure.

And rich people only have a few vices when it comes to releasing pressure: gambling, drugs and sex. And, you have indulged in all three during your time on campus.

“I have class,” Taehyung murmurs into the back of your neck, his hands spanning the space of your waist, “I’ll see you later,”

Spinning around, books in hand, you grin up at him, noses bumping briefly before your lips find each other again. The familiar rush of feet in the corridors came just as Taehyung groans and presses you back into the lockers with a thud, forced to pull back as the corridors start to fill up. “I’ll see you at lunch, baby,”

Taehyung nods, his hand softly swatting your behind before he pulls away and begins walking towards his class. You watch him, eyes locked on his back before they drift towards another figure in the corridor. Your smile falls from your lips, landing as a heavy lump in your gut, and you nod a greeting towards Hoseok before you turn around to lock your belongings back up and shuffling through the crowd towards the library.

Watching your back, Hoseok sighs in frustration and runs a hand through his hair, smiling at Taehyung as he stops to talk to him.

The lodge owned by your family was the scene of many parties during your time at boarding school and, now, at university. An hour long drive from the campus, and over three hours away from your parents, it’s a great place to take part in the debauchery and mayhem that often follows your group of friends.

When the parties escalate, crowds of classmates and socialites from neighbouring cities coming to join the fun, the remote location means nobody calls the cops. Though you’re secure in the fact that Jimin’s mother is secretly fucking the chief of police, preventing them from actually accepting any complaints that come their way, unless - as Jimin had put it the first time - the chief wants his wife to find out. Not above casual manipulation in order to get what you want, the group often takes advantage of your status and the collective wealth of your families.

Decked out in the latest gadgets, stocked floor to ceiling with beer and alcohol, the get together is ready to begin - though tonight, it’s a quiet get together with friends. Being that the nine of you are rarely seen apart and that you happen to be the most popular people on campus, many other students at the school yearn to be a part of your little group. For years, Jimin and Taehyung had been at the centre of finding impressionable students who were eager to be included, and you would all put them through ridiculous initiations until they inevitably backed out and left. It always remains the nine of you - and you’re pretty confident in the fact that things will never change, hence why you allow the latest recruit to be brought to the lodge.

“He’s a junior,” Your best friend Mina informs you, perched on the counter in the kitchen where you begin fixing yourself a drink, “Cute, excitable. Depending on what the guys decide to do with him, maybe he could be a refreshing addition,”

“Now, you know full well that kid will be screaming for the hills within an hour,” You snort, pouring yourself a shot of tequila alongside your rum and coke, “This is Jimin and Tae we’re talking about. They like to have their fun,”

Mina shrugs, oddly quiet about the whole situation. Your week has been too rough to care, however, and you throw your head back as the liquor scorches a path down your throat. You wince, slamming the shot glass on the marble counter and popping a slice of lemon in your mouth.

“Here are my girls,” Jimin’s voice bellows as he enters the room, his arms outstretched and a grin on his face as he walks towards the two of you. With Mina looking a little awkward as Jimin approaches, once more you ponder on what had happened between them. Jimin and Mina always had a little thing going on between them - Jimin always called them fuck buddies, but the way Mina has been acting since her trip to France makes you wonder if she’d caught feelings along the way.

After wrapping her in a hug, he walks over to you, orange hair bright as a flame, “Ready to ruin this kid’s life?”

“He’s a baby,” You chuckle, slapping Jimin on the chest before burrowing into his familiar embrace, “Don’t go too hard on him. He probably won’t even stick around,”

“Not if he’s smart,” Taehyung enters soon after, brandishing a bag which is promptly settled on the counter. His sly smirk finds you, along with a wink, and you preen under his attention while he unpacks a few of his essentials; aka, as many drugs as he could sneak out before his dad saw him.

Taehyung is the only one of the group not born into money - his father had become a politician when he was a toddler, quickly smashing through the polls and making it into a pretty high-ranking role in government. If his only child was caught with illicit substances, his career would be trashed. Along with what little exists of Taehyung’s father-son relationship.

Jimin, on the other hand, is just like you. His parents are wealthy socialites; years of good breeding and multiple high-profile connections means your friend is currently heir to a multi-million dollar empire. Not that he acts like it; Jimin is currently on his way to fucking every person in the country, likely the world, if his mile high activities are any indication. You’ve lost count of how many air stewardesses he’s seduced within a two hour flight home and back. According to him, it’s the only reason he doesn’t use the family jet.

Despite their different backgrounds, Jimin and Taehyung are the closest of the friend group, and take major roles in planning most of the parties and get-togethers held at the lodge. They’re also usually the cause for things getting rowdy - they like to party, just like any other guy their age. It's just that they have the money to take things a step further.

“How long until the others arrive?” Mina asks, and Taehyung glances at her, and then you, before replying.

“Hobi and Joon are just pulling up outside. Jeongguk is on his way with Seokjin,”

Your chest tightens a little, though you shake it off, smiling at Taehyung who’s had his eyes fixed on you this whole time. The look in his eye tells you he intends to finish what the two of you started earlier today sooner rather than later. Sipping at your drink, you meet his heated gaze with one of your own, moments away from walking over and suggesting the two of you head to your room when four broad figures turn into the kitchen.

“What’s up fuckers? Let’s get this shit started,” Jeongguk hoots and hollers, pulling the cork off what you can only assume is some expensive-as-shit tequila and tipping the bottle to his lips as Joon and Seokjin follow close behind. The last person to enter the room speaks, and you let your eyes fall on Hoseok, his eyes finding yours before quickly looking away. Once more, guilt flames in your gut and you swallow a hearty mouthful of rum and coke before he speaks to Tae.

“Goes without saying that Kook started partying way before the rest of us,”

Mina laughs, her shoulder bumping Jimin’s before she moves slightly closer to you instead, “Did you even go to class today?”

Jeongguk scoffs, setting his bottle down on the counter to rummage in the pocket of his leather jacket, “Fuck no. I needed to procure the goods for tonight,” he finishes his reply by brandishing a small bag of white powder, the guys cheering in a chorus of laughter and spilled alcohol. He saunters over to Mina, pouring a little of the powder on the back of his hand, “Eat up, pretty girl,”

Mina giggles, leaning forward to sniff up the coke from Kook’s hand, and you can’t help but let curiosity get the better of you, glancing over at Jimin as his jaw clenches slightly, his fingers gripping the neck of his bottle of beer before he takes a long swig.

Hoseok approaches, keeping a wide bearth from you before he’s forced within your space by Jeongguk jostling Mina around in a playful dance. His arm brushes your stomach and he flinches like you burnt him, “Sorry,” he murmurs, unable to look at you, and for good reason, because you can’t look at him either. You step aside, allowing him to fix a drink as you walk to Taehyung.

Your hand smooths over his back, “Hey, baby,”

His dark eyes flick over to you, and he stares for a second or two before he smiles. His pupils are wide, dilated and glassy, so you know he’s already taken something, “Hey, how was class?”

“Boring,” You lean in close, your teeth grazing his ear as you speak, “spent my whole business seminar wondering how many times you’re gonna make me come tonight,”

He huffs a harsh laugh, his body turning so he can lay his large hands on either side of your waist, “Oh, you have no fucking idea, baby,”

He drops his face into the crook of your neck, his teeth biting the sensitive skin there, hard enough to have a sharp shock of lust racing through the pit of your stomach. You smile, head lolling a little before you open your eyes to find Hoseok watching the two of you over his drink. You swallow hard, turning away and pulling free from Taehyung’s embrace. He frowns slightly, a bemused smile on his lips, but you kiss him before he can ask questions. By the time you’re done, he’s high on you just as much as whatever pill he popped.

Seokjin and Namjoon join in with the rest of you, making themselves a few drinks and doing a couple lines of the high quality coke Jeongguk brought. You settle for a joint for now as Yoongi emerges from upstairs, one already rolled for you. You like the soft high that marijuana can give you, and knowing your plans with Tae later, you don’t like fucking when you’re too far gone. Tae, however, loves it, and you know he gets extra mean and nasty with you once he’s popped a couple pills. The thought makes you shiver.

Jeongguk pauses the chatter that’s fallen amongst the group, a wicked smile on his face, and you already know what he’s about to say before he speaks, lifting his phone to show the screen to you all. On the camera, it shows the entrance to the cabin, and you spot a nervous looking kid standing in front of the gate.

“The sacrifice has arrived,”

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themotherofhorses · 8 months

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I've spent several days weighing upon this absolutely difficult and painful decision. I spoke to my two closest mutuals, to make sure I was making the correct choice. I think I am.

I'm done with writing. As Marie Kondo might say, "this one does not spark joy."

I know what you might be thinking. "Vic, you said you were updating this weekend!" I did. But then, every time I opened up my doc to edit that LOHHNM chapter, I kept thinking about that one anon. I know I shouldn't, but hearing someone say, " [other fanfic author] would definitely write Last of Her House No More/ His Handmaid's Tales better. They would do what you can't," fucking hurts. I know, I know, I know. But my confidence is gone, as embarrassing as that might sound. I've rewritten this damn chapter *three* times because I feel so shitty writing/editing it.

At this point, I just don't want to write anymore.

So i'm not going to pressure myself into doing so. Not right now, anyways. Maybe I'll return in the future, once I regain my spark/motivation/desire. Any writing I do, it will be centered around my OCs; perhaps I'll find more growth during this time.

(I have this totally adorable story in the works, actually. It's an original work and I'm CRAZY for it).

In the meantime, my fanfics will remain posted. My blog will always be open if there is anyone that rereads my writing. I'll still be active too! I'll reblog, comment, answer any dms, etc. I might be done with writing, but definitely not with my sweet moots.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you all for joining me on this short journey of mine. I'm happy so many liked all my silly stories. I'm truly sorry it has to end like this, and I'm truly sorry that I'm letting so many people down, but I need to put my mental health first. I love y'all. I so truly fucking do.

To all the other HOTD fanfic writers out there, I wish you all the luck in the world <3 so many talented individuals out there. I know this fandom will NEVER lack creativity and good-fucking-food hehe.

Until I get all my little braincells together to write something, I bid you adieu.

#vic talks #psa i guess #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd fandom #im tired and sleepy and now i sleep

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suckerfordylansstuff · 6 months

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 2 Season 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: Back to Hawkins for spring break. Y/n believed it would just be a quiet time to cherish with her loved ones, but one day in and another mess had already began.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs, murder

Notes: And we're continuing with season 4! Very excited to mess with this season's story plot and give an end to their obsession with Steve and Nancy as a romantic couple. But we are not steering away from drama as this chapter gives our couple their "issue" for this season. Hope you are safe out there and please enjoy the chapter! 💕

Gif not mine

Chapter 1 << Masterlist ~~

Feeling your body tangled in Steve’s arms was the perfect way to wake up. Your head was tucked in his neck, his scent filling your nose, making you snuggle more into him. He gave you the perfect warmth you needed for this chill morning as you were only wearing a t-shirt of his, too tired from last night's activities to get up and wear the pjs you had sneaked into his closet from when you first started dating.

You loved it when you woke up earlier than him. Most of the time his nerves got the best of him, so seeing him so relaxed always made your heart swoon. There wasn’t a lot of light coming in from the window in his bedroom, the curtains covering most of the morning sun, but the light that managed to get through fell on his face gently.

As you were watching him your hand traced figures on his naked chest, drawing a line on his collarbones. Your mind brought you back to last night as you recalled his sweet gesture. The room was still covered with all the candles he had lit up and the rose petals were still on the floor. You could still feel his hands roaming over your body and his lips making you shiver with every kiss he gave you. It brought a smile to your face and the only thing you wanted to do was pay him back for all the bruises you know you will find on your neck when you get up. So, without having to move too much, your lips started kissing his neck. Little feathery pecks turned into more heated ones as you started closing more and more to his mouth. You weren’t sure when exactly he had woken up, but by the time your lips landed on his, he was eagerly kissing you back, his two arms settling on the small of your back, pinning you into his body even more.

The groan that came from the back of his throat as you kissed made your body feel like jelly. You were sure you could do just this for hours, but breathing was unfortunately a thing, so you had to pull away just an inch from his mouth to take a deep breath.

“Well, good morning to you too.” his lazy smile made you grin.

You just smiled, giving his lips one more peck before settling back into his embrace. You heard him sigh lovingly from beneath you, his hand rubbing your back up and down. You were close to falling back asleep when his words awakened you.

“I wish I could always wake up next to you.” your heard fluttered. This was it. This was the perfect moment to bring up the plan you had formed in your mind.

“Well, what if you could?”

“What?” he asked not understanding what you were implying.

“Me and mom have been talking and we decided that with the money I have saved up from work, I can rent an apartment… And she suggested you move in with me.” you bit your lip, trying to find the best way to talk about this and make him understand how much you wanted this to happen.

“What?”

“At first, she joked about us moving in together after she noticed how many weekends you drive to see me, saying it’s a waste of time, but… What if it really is? I mean you do spend an absurd amount of time driving and it costs money that could be useful in other ways? You are at some point going to leave Hawkins, I mean you can’t stay in this town forever and your job isn’t an important one, so you could leave whenever you wish. So, I started looking for some apartments in town and near my college and I found the perfect little place to start. Steve, you are going to love it! I know, it’s a bit sudden but, can’t you imagine it? Us living together?” the words were coming out of your mouth without thinking, excitement taking over your body, while a small, stupid grin covered your face. Though, Steve’s expression didn’t match yours.

“You are right. It is a bit sudden.” you watched him as he sat up straight, his feet hitting the floor on the side of the bed. You felt your smile disappear from your face.

“I know- I know that and I understand that it’s a completely new thing and we know nothing about sharing a place in such an intimate way, but… Steve if there is anyone, I want to experience this with for the first time, it’s you.” you came to sit next to him, your hands hooking around his left arm. You waited for his response, but you could tell something was really troubling him.

“Um…”

“Steve?” you asked after a bit.

“Can we uh… talk about this later?” he finally said something, but now you weren’t sure what to say.

“What?” you didn’t know what to think. Did he not like the idea? Was it too soon? He was the one that went out of his way to visit you as many times as he could every month, so you thought it’d be the perfect alternative for always wanting to stay in the same place together. You knew he loved you, so what was the issue?

“I gotta get ready for work and you know how Keith gets when I’m late. I can’t give him another reason not to like me, right?” you watched while he got up and started dressing himself, putting on his uniform in a hurry and his shoes without even sitting down. His nerves were taking control of his body.

“Wait, Steve, what about-“ you wanted to at least hear if he wanted this to happen or not.

“You should probably get dressed too, you know? Go see all the other people you’ve missed. I can’t have you forever, can I?” he said and placed your clothes in front of you. You stared at them as you began feeling like an intruder in his space.

“You don’t like the idea?” you were confused, sad, and a little angry at the same time. You looked up at him after you had put on your bra from beneath his shirt, not feeling comfortable exposing yourself after his distant behavior.

“Y/n… Just- Can we sleep on it for a couple of days?” he finally looked at you, but he still wasn’t able to meet your eyes.

“Sleep on it?” now he was just getting on your nerves. Sure, it is a big deal for you guys, but can’t he sit down and talk to you about it? Like the adults you thought you were?

“Yeah, just let me think about it?” he scratched the back of his head, looking as if he was coming to a life or death type of decision.

“What is there to think about? You either want to or not.” your legs hit the floor and you stood up opposite of him. Your eyes searched his face, but he still wasn’t looking into your own, his hair covering his eyes as he stared at the floor.

“It’s not that easy, there is a lot to think about-” he started talking, but you caught him off.

“It’s fine. I get it.” your hands grabbed your pants and then his shirt was pulled off your body, putting on your own quickly.

You didn’t want to fight with him. You just came back and if you fought now, the rest of your trip would be completely ruined. Walking out right now was the best option for you. Maybe by the time you saw him again, he would have a complete answer for you, whatever that may be. You just needed something more than just a dismissive ‘We’ll see...’.

“Y/n…” he called out. He realized he had upset you. He watched your movements as you dressed. He thought back to the moment you had woken up and tried to understand why he had to go and ruin it like he always did.

“Just think about it all right? I’ll get the place either way, so it doesn’t really matter what you say, I guess…” you finished dressing as you put your left shoe on and handed him his shirt back. He took it hesitantly.

“Y/n.” his hand tried to reach for your own, but you pulled away quickly walking towards his bedroom door.

“I’ll walk home. Go to work, you can’t be late.” your voice was small, but you didn’t dare look sad right now.

“Come on, you can’t walk home. You’ll have a panic attack walking through these woods alone.” he came next to you, keeping his distance, and you hated it how much you wanted to pull him away and into your arms at the same time. You also hated that he was right “Let me drive you there.”

“I’ll wait downstairs.” you opened his door making your way down the stairs and out of the house. It was the moment you stepped out that you were able to take a deep breath. It wasn’t five minutes later that Steve came out of the house as well, a bag on his shoulder and the keys to the car in his hand. He shot you a glance as you both made your way toward the car silently.

The drive was awkward as neither of you said anything, your minds focusing on the conversation before. When you finally arrived at your house you said a quick bye, reaching for the door before his voice stopped your movement once again.

“Will you come see me today?” you turned to look at him and despite your anger and disappointment, you didn’t have it in you to be mean.

“Yeah, I want to see Robin too, so… I’ll see you later.” you offered him a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes and without thinking leaned in and kissed his cheek. You may be mad at him, but you still loved him. He smiled back at you, bidding you a silent goodbye, and watched as you stepped out of the car heading to the house without a second glance. A frustrated sigh left his lips after he made sure you went into the house safe and sound, his hands roaming his hair, something he did when he was stressed or nervous. Right now, it was both as he was thinking of all the things he could have said or could have done differently.

All he was certain for was that he was screwed.

As you entered the house all you wanted to do was lock yourself in your room, away from everything and everyone like a goddamned teenager. But the sight of your mother and Dustin sitting next to each other on the couch looking anxiously at the TV made you stop in your tracks.

“What’s going on?” your eyes fell on the screen. You tried to understand what the lady on Channel 9 was talking about, but your mom’s arms stopped you.

“Thank goodness you’re all right.” she was smothering you with kisses. Her sudden movements made you back slowly, almost tripping on top of Tews, who was just trying to earn your mother’s attention again.

“Of course, I’m all right, I was with Steve. What happened?” you looked at Dustin, who just pointed back at the TV silently.

You finally escaped your mother’s arms as she sat back down on the sofa, taking Tews into her arms. You took a step closer to the TV focusing on the reporter’s words.

“Murder? Who?”

“We don’t know yet. The only thing they have confirmed is that it’s a Hawkins High student.” your brother told you and your eyes widened. Your feet guided you to sit on the unoccupied armchair, not once taking your focus off the TV, silently begging the universe that’s all it was. An unfortunate murder from an awful human being and not something else, dreadful memories already filling your mind.

Steve was at Family Video doing every possible job Keith could assign him to get his mind off you. This resulted in him rearranging the movies on the shelves while Robin complained about her love life. He tried to keep up with her, but her words were coming so fast out of her mouth that all he could do was just hum and nod his head to assure her he was listening.

“But I’m having this problem where it’s like, I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say. But then I guess I get nervous, and the words they just- they keep spilling out and it’s like my- my brain is moving faster than my mouth and I want to stop digging, I’m trying to stop, but I can’t. And I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” she finally turned to look at him. Steve found it amusing how riled-up Vicki made Robin without even knowing what she was doing to her, but he also sympathized because he knew this narrative all too well.

He was leaning on one of the shelves staring at her waiting for her rant to end when he agreed with her question and watched as she backed away slowly towards the wall behind her, sighing defeatedly.

“I’m hopeless.”

“Eh. We both are.” he followed along, settling next to her, his own mouth letting out a sigh.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Robin staring at him “With Y/n coming yesterday I figured I couldn’t stop you from talking my ear off with all the plans you have arranged, but you’ve barely said a word, lover boy.”

“You’ve barely stopped talking for the past hour. How could I say anything?” he tried to joke, but looking at Robin’s face he knew shit would get real “I did something stupid.”

“Obviously.”

He rolled his eyes at her words but didn’t fight her sarcasm “Last night was incredible with her and I mean incredible, Robin. We spent all day together, went back to mine, I even did the candles surprise I told you about.” he started fidgeting his shirt with his fingers, the nerves surrounding him once more.

“Uh huh… But?”

“But… this morning Y/n said something that threw me off a little.” Steve glanced at Robin, who was just waiting for him to complete his words “She asked me to move in with her. In Michigan.”

His friend’s eyebrows shot upwards “Wow.”

“Yeah. And suddenly everything felt so real, and I panicked, and I just ignored her questions.” his body lifted from the wall, and he started picking up tapes from the cart and putting them on the shelves, just so his hands had something to do.

“You didn’t say anything?” Robin questioned him but didn’t leave the wall.

“No. No, I did say ‘Let’s sleep on it’.” he answered.

Robin almost chuckled at how frustrated he was but kept it together since it wasn’t the time to tease him right now. She had to be the friend he needed.

“Is she mad?”

“I’m not sure, but she’s definitely annoyed with me. I just- I didn’t know what to do. I mean, how do you respond to your girlfriend asking you to move in with her?” Steve asked after his hands messed with his hair.

“Well, for starters, you don’t say ‘Let’s sleep on it’.” she couldn’t help it. It was a natural instinct to make fun of him as often as she could.

Steve groaned at her words, throwing the tapes back on the cartwheel in frustration before placing his hands on his face. Robin let out a chuckle this time, and came next to him, partially to also check if the tapes had any damage on them.

“What’s the problem anyway? I thought you’d be over the moon. The only thing you want to do is be with her 24/7. Moving in with Y/n would be your best solution.” she said.

“I-” Robin could see the wheels turning inside his head. She waited to hear his answer, but it seemed that he wasn’t ready just yet “Can we just talk about something else? Please?”

“Okay, lover boy. Ooh!” she patted his shoulders to bring some life back into the store before she ran to pick up a movie from across the room “I think I found our morning movie” Robin picked it up from the shelf and turned to show her friend “Doctor Zhivago.”

“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS.” Steve argued, shaking his hands at her suggestion.

“But it’s about doomed love.”

“Oh, well, that’s relatable.” he joked, bringing the cartwheel back behind the counter.

“Precisely.” Robin agreed and followed him “Also, Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like, seriously, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.” she opened the small TV they had at the store, ready to put on the movie, but the newscast caught both of their attention.

“Holy shit.” was all that Steve said as he listened to the reporter describing the cold cause that had just happened last night.

You were still sitting with your mom and Dustin in the living room, not making a sound as you waited for any further information about the case, when suddenly someone was knocking on your door.

You flinched at the noise but relaxed as you saw the person standing behind it when Dustin opened the door. Max glanced at Dustin at first before her eyes fell on you, the surprise only staying for a mere second as she became anxious again. It was all you needed to understand that this was a matter you had to talk about privately.

“Uh, Mom, me and Max are going to my room to talk.”

“Sure, baby. Hello, Max.” your mom tried to say as calmly as she could, Tews purring in her arms.

You watched the two of them make their way toward Dustin’s bedroom, but before you could ask if you should follow, Max grabbed your arm and pulled you along with them. Your mother was too focused on the television to question why you were going with them.

When you entered the room for a second you just looked at each other, not knowing what was happening. Max was the one who broke the silence, her eyes falling on you.

“I didn’t know you were back.”

“Just arrived yesterday. I thought I’d see you at the match, but…” you were pretty sure what the reason behind her absence was, still, you didn’t want to talk about it with Dustin here.

“Wasn’t feeling like it.” she shrugged, and you sent her a small smile. She had told you she and Lucas broke it off one night when she called you crying. When you left for Michigan, you told her that she could call you whenever for whatever reason. Not having Eleven here or the guys to discuss this made her even more upset. You were her only option, and you were ready to hear and discuss everything she needed.

“Max… What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Dustin interrupted your train of thought, bringing you back to the matter at hand.

“I’m guessing you’ve heard what’s happened?” Max stood next to the bed looking at both of you. You simply nodded your heads, feeling her need to say more “It happened at the Forest Hills trailer park, right opposite our trailer.”

“What?” your body was leaning on Dustin’s desk, worry taking over your expression as you started at your younger friend. It had slipped your mind that’s where she was staying now.

“Did you see something?” Dustin asked curiously.

“I saw who it was…” she answered carefully “When they brought out the body, I took a glance at the outfit. It was Chrissy Cunningham.” you turned to look at Dustin as the name didn’t ring any bells to you. You knew it was someone from Hawkins High and judging from Dustin’s face, he immediately knew who Max was talking about.

“Chrissy Cunningham? You’re sure it was Chrissy?” he was pacing back and forth inside the small room, your eyes following him.

“Yes, in her cheerleader outfit. It was the same thing she was wearing when I saw her with Eddie.” Max explained and Eddie’s name caught your attention.

“The trailer was Eddie’s?”

“His uncle’s, but yeah. They went in together last night.” Max told you.

“Did you tell all this to the cops?” your brother asked.

“No. No, but I… I can’t be the only one who saw them together. I mean they stood out.” you couldn’t help but agree. You didn’t know Chrissy, but you did know that a cheerleader and a drug dealer weren’t a match made in heaven.

“Eddie the freak with Chrissy the cheerleader?” Dustin described your thoughts out loud.

“Exactly. You know, his name’s not in the news yet or anything, but I guarantee you Eddie is suspect number one now.” your brother stopped in his tracks after hearing Max’s words.

“That’s crazy. Eddie didn’t do this. No way.”

“Dustin…” you warned him.

“No way.” he pointed his finger at you, repeating his words.

“Well, we can’t rule it out.” Max told him.

“Yes, we can.” he protested.

“Dustin!” Max said frustrated.

“You don’t know him like I do. Okay?” his voice was certain, but as he turned to take a look at you too, you saw sadness in his eyes “When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends. Mike and me? I mean, no one was nice to us. No one except Eddie.”

This made you silent. You felt for your brother, as this once was your world too.

“Okay. Well, I mean, they said the same shit about Ted Bundy. Yeah, he’s a super nice guy, but then he’s murdering women on the weekend.” you shook your head at Max’s example, knowing it would get a rise out of Dustin.

“So, you’re saying Eddie is like Ted Bundy?” he asked defensively

“I think what she is saying is we can’t come to a conclusion without facts, Dustin. We don’t know what actually happened, so we can’t presume anything.” you explained calmly, trying to be the voice of reason behind this crazy situation. Why did you always have to be involved in every shitshow this town had to offer?

“All we know is, whatever happened, it still doesn’t look good for Eddie.” Max said and all Dustin could do was sigh and sit down on his bed, knowing that she was right.

“Why haven’t you told the cops this?” he simply asked her.

“I- I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Dustin asked.

“Max?” something troubled her, it was obvious as she sighed and sat next to Dustin, trying to collect her thoughts.

“After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go in the trailer… something else happened. I was at my trailer watching TV when it started playing static. I got up to fix it and suddenly all the lights started flickering. Then I heard a scream coming from Eddie’s trailer before I saw him opening the door and running off to the car, driving away quickly.” your eyes fell on the floor after you heard her talk about the lights, panic rising in you. You kept calm, though, listening to the rest of her story, see if you could make sense of any of it “Nothing that weird or anything. I mean… Eddie always drives like a maniac and the power goes off at my place all the time. It’s a piece of shit. But… This morning, I started to think back, and… I don’t know. The look on his face. He was scared. Really scared. Maybe he was scared because, you know, he- he just killed someone, or…” she couldn’t say it, didn’t want to accept this possibility “Maybe, um… Maybe, because… I don’t- I don’t know, maybe...”

“Something else killed her.” Dustin completed her thoughts though, his own fear awakening.

“But that’s impossible. Right?” she glanced at you. You looked her in the eyes for a moment, considering everything, before biting your lip and nodding.

“Theoretically, yeah… It should be.”

“There’s only one person who knows exactly what actually happened.” Dustin said and you and Max answered at the same time.

“Eddie.”

Quickly Dustin started grabbing everything he could find useful and stuffed them inside his back bag. Meanwhile, he explained to you the plan that was already forming in his head, telling you that your main goal was to find where Eddie was now.

“But we need phones for that, and we don’t have enough here.”

“Plus, Mom would kill you with the electric bill.”

“That too.” he pointed his finger at you, agreeing “So, we need a place where we could get away with multiple calls and also get access to Eddie’s friends’ numbers.”

“Family Video.” Max realized and Dustin nodded at her, putting on his bag.

“Yep.” he glanced at you and joked when he saw your distant eyes “I don’t know why you’re looking so displeased, you get to see your boyfriend.” Dustin thought you were distant because of the news you just found out, not knowing the truth behind your anxiousness was the thought of seeing Steve.

“Yeah… Let’s go.” you opened his door and let them through and followed quickly behind them. Whether you were ready to see Steve or not it didn’t matter right now, because you had to know what happened with Eddie first and foremost.

“Have you talked to anyone else?” Dustin asked as he guided you to the front door.

“No. I can’t find Lucas or Nancy, and Mike’s in-” Max’s words were cut by Dustin’s swearing.

“California. Shit, shit, shit.”

You arrived at the living room, and you grabbed the jean jacket you had discarded yesterday when you arrived. Your actions were noticed by your mother, who had a confused look on her face.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking them out for breakfast to let go some steam.” you were able to come up with lies easily over the past few years, not wanting to include your mother in everything that’s been happening “They need some fresh air after everything, don’t you think, Mom?” you sent her a sweet smile.

“I guess…”

“I’m taking my car.” you grabbed the keys after you managed to find them and jogged towards your car.

“I don’t think it’s very safe out.” you heard her yell out and then listened to Dustin ‘reassuring’ her.

“Good point. We’ll be extra careful. Thanks, Mom. Love you. Bye.”

After the door was closed it only took a few seconds for the kids to get into the car, Max on the back and Dustin sliding in the passenger’s door. You put the keys in and started the car, making your way toward Family Video.

Getting to the store was easy, but explaining everything to Steve and Robin wasn’t. Also, Dustin definitely wasn’t making it easy as he simply threw himself over the counter, making a mess in the process, before sitting in front of the computer, already searching for the names you needed.

You and Max shook your heads at his actions while making your way behind the counter by simply walking there. You stood behind your brother listening to Steve and Robin complain about the unnecessary mess he had created.

“Dude! What are you doing, man?” Steve asked while he and Robin started picking up the tapes that had fallen from the counter.

“Setting up base of operations here.” he said enigmatically, and you rolled your eyes at his behavior.

“Base of operations?” Robin repeated confused.

“Stop, get off of that.” Steve tried to get Dustin away from the computer, but your brother just ignored him going on with his search.

“No, I need it.” Dustin argued back, while you were trying to keep your nerves together when Steve stood next to you as he stared at Dustin.

“Need it for what?”

“Looking up Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers.”

“Oh, Eddie, your new best friend you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game.” Steve whining made you scrunch your eyebrows as you turned to stare at his childish behavior.

“Eddie, yes! I never said that.” Dustin defended himself.

“Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around here like toddlers, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day.” Robin told you as she was picking up the fallen tapes.

“All right, look Robin, I totally empathize, but this cannot wait until Monday.” Dustin said as he continued searching through the computer.

“Oh my God.” Steve’s annoyance became even more prominent.

“What? Cause calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?”

“Kind of.” you answered Robin.

“Do I have your permission to strangle him?” your boyfriend asked you as he stood next to Robin, her eyes lighting up at the idea.

“Oh, we could take turns.” her words made you roll your eyes before pointing at both of them.

“No. And no.”

“Can you just fill them in while we gather the numbers?” Dustin asked you without even turning his head away from the screen.

“Fill us on what?” your boyfriend asked you and after a moment you leaned in closer to them and started talking.

So, after explaining everything you knew so far to the other two, the calls began. Having Dustin, Max, and Robin on the phones was enough to give you a headache with multiple conversations happening before you. Also, the noise coming from the customers filling the store wasn’t helping either.

You were seated on top of the counter, a pen and a notebook in your hands. Your job, for now, was to inform them what the next number was to call and track down every important detail that you could find about Eddie. But so far, the phone numbers were just lessening, and no information was written down about his whereabouts.

“Any progress yet?” you looked over your shoulder to see Steve leaning on top of the counter, trying to take a peek at the notebook.

“Nope. You sure you won’t get in trouble with all these phone calls? Won’t Keith go all ballistic on you?” your concern was genuine, but you tried to play it off as a joke to also ease up the tension between the two of you. But Steve wasn’t really feeling like joking, so the words left his mouth before thinking them over.

“Well, the least he could do is fire me, and as you said my job isn’t important.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, yeah, I know what you meant.” his tone seemed sarcastic, which aggravated you.

“Do you seriously want to fight right now?”

“Hey, guys, I might have a lead.” luckily you were interrupted by Max calling all of you to hear her.

“Seriously?” you brother asked.

“Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick and sometimes Eddie crashes there.” the redhead explained to you.

“That sounds promising. Where does this Reefer guy live?”

“See, that’s the thing. No one knows. He’s more of a… a legend than someone that people actually know.” Max’s answer to Robin’s question made you ask another one.

“Well, what about a last name?”

“I don’t know that either.” she quickly told you.

“Bet the cops know the last name.” Steve voice said from beside you, making your head turn to him with your brows scrunched.

“What?” Max voiced all your questions.

“Cope. I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.”

“The cops? Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?” your brother had an angry look on his face as he got up from the chair he hadn’t left for at least half an hour.

“I mean, I just think at this point they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.” your boyfriend tried to reason with him.

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” Dustin for the second time today got defensive towards his new friend, making you think. You trusted your brother’s judgment more than anyone else’s, including Steve’s, so if your brother likes him that much, Eddie can’t be the person you judged him to be.

“Woah, I believe in innocence until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, I just don’t think that we can rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve.” Max told him and Dustin pointed at her, agreeing with her words before continuing.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time looking at my sister like a sad puppy and more time trying to find Eddie. Seriously, what’s happened with you two?”

“Nothing!” you both said louder than you had expected.

“I wasn’t even looking at Y/n, I was helping customers. As we should be actually doing rather than searching for a potential murderer?” Dustin pointed his finger at Steve, ready to tell him a piece of his mind before Steve beat him to it “I said potential! Look, dude, we have a big selection here and it can be overwhelming for customers, I have to help. ”

“Yeah, it can be.” your eyes fell on Robin as she was now the one sitting on the chair, typing away on the computer. You all quickly rushed behind her to see what she was looking for.

“What are you doing?” Max asked her.

“Maybe we don’t need a last name.” just as she made her last click, Steve settled beside you. You all stared at the screen intensely “12 Ricks already have accounts here.”

“That’s a lot of Ricks.” you said but Robin was quick to follow.

“So, let’s narrow it down.”

So, after finding a potential candidate for Mr. Reefer Rick, you gathered all your stuff, waited for Steve and Robin to help the remaining customers, and closed the shop for the day before hoping into your cars, Robin with you and the kids with Steve and rode to the address Robin found under Rick Lipton’s name.

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Hi, i was looking on multiple websites and i couldnt find any specific camp halfblood scedules for all the demigods, or at least none of them matched up to each other.

Do you have a version or even your own idea of how the days work? ( bcs ur ideas are usually pretty good lol)

Thanks!

My interpretation of it was always that each demigod has an individual schedule, probably tailored to their specific training needs and if they're a year-round camper or summer-only and whatever else may play into that. So each camper would get an individual schedule. I also generally presume that campers will generally have similar or the same schedules as their siblings within their cabin, like for example all the Apollo kids may go to archery together, all the Demeter kids may go to pegasus riding, etc etc.

Adding a read-more here cause this got very long - Beyond this point, here there be lists from canon of camp activities:

So we know some of the general activities available that they might participate in. Percy goes over a couple in Sea of Monsters:

And in PJO: The Ultimate Guide (ghostwritten by Mary-Jane Knight, fun fact!) we also get Percy's camp schedule over the course of a week (only weekdays - presumably campers get the weekends off). I can't get a scan of it currently, but his schedule includes (roughly verbatim) (it uses military time which i don't feel like translating right now cause I'm too dyslexic):

Breakfast and cabin inspection (Every morning 8-9)

Ancient Greek (Every morning 9-10:30)

Lunch prep (Monday), Store checks (Tuesday), Cleaning stables (Weds), Picking strawberries (Thurs), Polishing armor (Fri) (10:30-11)

Archery (Mon), Javelin throwing (Tues), Sword skills (Weds), Monster assault techniques (Thurs), Pegasus riding (Fri) (11-Noon)

Greek mythology (Every day 12-12:30)

Lunch (12:30-13:30)

Weapon-making (Mon), Ride the rapids (Tues), Tracking skills (Weds), Wrestling (Thurs), Volleyball (Fri) (13:30-15:30)

Letters home (Mon), Cabin clean-up (Tues), Laundry (Weds), Wood-chopping (Thurs), Firework-making (Fri) (15:30-17:00)

Free time (17:00-18:00)

Dinner (18:00-19:00)

Volleyball league (Mon), Unarmed combat (Tues), Archery knockout (Weds), Trials of strength (Thurs), Capture the flag (Friday) (19:00-21:00)

Campfire singalong (21:00-22:00)

There are notes as well that: Cabin inspections are carried out by senior camp counselors in rotation (which we've seen in the books), Ancient Greek and Greek Mythology are taught by Chiron and Annabeth, Sword-fighting is in the arena, Weapon-making is at the forge with the Hephaestus cabin, Archery is taught by Chiron (which again we know from the books - see the excerpt from SoM), Wrestling is with Clarisse, and Dog-handling (not featured above) is with Mrs. O'Leary.

Based on what we know from the books, it seems like the post-dinner activities are general for all campers and are slightly more opt-in. Maybe it's a matter of campers are encouraged to participate in at least one after-dinner activity a week, but if they don't wish to they can just spectate instead. I'm presuming the activities immediately before free time/dinner are also shared by all campers, probably in rotation though so that hopefully all of CHB isn't doing their laundry at once. I'm also going to presume that certain campers may do certain activities significantly more often than others, again based on their specific training needs - like, I imagine "ride the rapids" is probably usually a Percy-specific activity. Other campers may also participate in it, but Percy may have it on his schedule much more regularly.

And we know from other misc. books and Percy's progress report (also from the old Rick Riordan website) some other general camp activities include:

Music lessons (taught by Woodrow the satyr, at least as of TOA)

Chariot racing

Footraces (and one-legged races, in TOA)

Of course, as mentioned previously, rock-climbing (at the lava-wall)

Border patrol (again mentioned in the SoM screenshot - we know it somewhat fell out of practice after TLO due to the Golden Fleece strengthening Thalia's pine, which in turn strengthened the camp borders, and since there was no longer an active war it wasn't as needed, but presumably campers will still do it, or at least maybe Chiron will make the rounds.)

Washing dishes (in lava) (they get gloves, don't worry) (Usually carried out by the cleaning harpies, but may be assigned as punishment)

Gardening (presumably mostly in the strawberry fields)

Some campers are implied to have specific individual jobs, such as Will being camp medic and implied to be in charge of the infirmary. Also presumably someone is manning the camp store (I can't recall if it's canon or not that the Stolls are/were in charge of that but I just always say that they are cause it just feels right). And for awhile "generally taking care of Mrs. O'Leary" seemed to be a specific camp job that Beckendorf and Percy usually did.

According to Sea of Monsters and Sea of Monsters only, allegedly there are just. Normal horses in CHB. So taking care of them and also general riding lessons with them are presumably also in the schedule somewhere, unless that's a job for the nymphs and satyrs.

Alongside ancient Greek it's implied the campers are also potentially given Latin lessons. Presumably also taught by Chiron, given he was a Latin teacher.

It's also implied that CHB has some form of year-round schooling available for the year-round campers. So their usual camp activities may begin to lean heavily into more standard classes during camp's off-season.

And then there's this example schedule from the old Rick Riordan website:

Hope this helps!

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ayashitetsuko · 5 months

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Izzy had to go on a business trip. He told his spouse Jim about this on their afternoon walks, and Jim was unexpectedly excited: their girlfriend Archie would be in the same city at the same time.

“Please, you two should hang out!”

Izzy didn’t give an answer right away. Sure, not a bad idea. He liked Archie; he approved of her relationship with Jim. Heck, they had had threesomes a few times. But he was still unsure about going out with Archie without Jim.

“Yeah, okay.” But he remained vague with the answer and did not do anything to follow up.

Jim was over the moon. They even offered to arrange the accommodations after the two’s business in the city was done. “Ooooh this is cool, you get to spend the weekend together!” Their group chat was filled with these messages. It was almost as if Jim shipped their girlfriend and husband.

The trip happened. Jim sent both of them to the airport. For the first few days, Archie and Izzy were busy with work matters. They called Jim back home to talk about their day, separately.

It wasn’t until the last day of work that Archie sent this pic to their group chat with the message: “Otw to steal your husband”

“OMG pls do yasssss”

“You two are aware that I’m not a dead object, right?”

“Lol sorry papi x”

“S ok birdie xx otw to pick up the devil now”

“Hey I heard that”

So Izzy went to see Archie. He hugged and kissed her lightly on the lips when they met, but otherwise they acted just like good friends when they went for dinner. Even when they checked in at the hotel, they opted for twin bed. So on the first night, they slept on separate beds. Nothing happened.

Jim was disappointed.

“You shared a room and nothing happened!? Que!? Why? 😢”

“Ah we’re tired, sweetheart. Old bones.”

“Birdie, have you fed Jojo?”

“Jojo is fine! I need you guys to talk!”

“We talked. Unless talk is how you married couples are calling it these days.”

“GAH!”

Archie and Izzy just laughed. They went on to do more touristy things that day. Checking out the biggest bookstore in town (“Birdie, are you sure you don’t want this special edition Star Wars thing?” // “😤”), buying chocolate for people at home (“How many nieces do you actually have at home?” // “Ah, that’s me, I’m my own niece”).

That night, something quite different happened.

Archie and Izzy went for a drink and after a few glasses, and their laughter became unbearable, they found themselves sitting closer to each other—none of them tried to move farther when their skin accidentally brushed. Izzy even moved slightly closer to Archie; he began to speak to her in whispers. At some point, he playfully traced the skin in her upper arm.

Archie knew what this meant. “Wanna go back and make your little spouse’s dream come true?”

Izzy chuckled. He pulled Archie closer when he felt her arms on his shoulders. “I have an idea. Let’s go back now.” The two of them kissed. “We’ll make this fun.”

Later, in the wee hours, as they slept with Jojo by their side, Jim received something on their phone.

It was a video.

It opened with a scene of Archie lying on her stomach. She was obviously naked. “Hey babe. Someone wants to say hi.” Then Izzy appeared on camera, exactly behind Archie. He did nothing but to kiss Archie’s naked shoulder and winked at the camera. “Wish you were here, babe.” Then Archie placed her phone in such a way that it was able to record everything that she and Izzy were doing; all their activities in clear view.

Jim bit their fingers in excitement when they saw their husband pulling Archie’s hair as he fucked her from behind. They squealed happily whenever Archie and Izzy kissed. When the two reached orgasm, Jim screamed so loudly that it kicked Jojo off the bed.

The cat walked away from its owner. He stared back at Jim with a judging, disapproving look.

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it’s breath of the wild’s 7th anniversary can i get sappy and vulnerable on main real quick cuz it completely changed my life

so it was christmas 2017 when my brother received a nintendo switch and breath of the wild. i remembered watching him play a bit the day he got it and funny enough my first thought back then upon seeing the opening cutscene was ‘wow this animation is janky’ because i thought we were watching an animated movie. the moment i realized it was a video game i was shook. bc for a game WOW how beautiful. anyway i watched him mess around and die horribly and it was funny but i didn’t think much about it

flash forward a few months later. in april of 2018- a nice spring day, must’ve been a weekend or some other time i had time off bc my friend was over- my brother came home from college and brought his nintendo switch and this game over. he had me make a file and i didn’t know what i was doing at all because i was not only unfamiliar with the game and console, but largely unfamiliar with the concept of this type of video game at all

see, i was not a gamer at all. i had played mario kart/party and some random stuff on the ds but nothing resembling an action adventure game aside from super mario 64 ds. and i never got past like the first level or so on that game bc i was bad at it as a kid and also like.. scared? of games? like a game in which you had to fight enemies and could take damage and die. even something really simple like a goomba was actively stressful to me somehow. (to this day i still kind of have the hyper-empathy mindset where letting the video game player die feels like letting a real person die i have to treat a fun work of fiction like a real life-or-death situation so i just prefer not to get into danger when i can avoid it. all that’s changed is i have the skill to face danger and accumulate ways to protect myself now lol)

soooo i don’t know what manner of madness convinced me to even try a game like breath of the wild, which is immensely more complicated and difficult than super mario 64 ds. but maybe it’s bc i was older then or bc my friend was over to help me and we were like trading the console? but you get what i’m saying. as one might expect, i was pressing the wrong buttons, getting overwhelmed by basic enemies, falling off cliffs bc i lacked precision skills in my motion, etc.

and as one might expect, i eventually got frustrated and bored. i remembered my brother asking me what my long-term strategy or plan was for playing the game, and that question sort of overwhelmed me because i was thinking ‘do i really intend to keep playing at all?’. when i put the game aside that day (after having only reached/fallen off the great plateau tower, i mean) i wasn’t really interested in continuing, and i figured i could probably never be good at it anyway.

but for some reason, and i wish i remembered why, i picked it back up again not long after. me, who had never been willing to commit to a game. maybe it was my desire to correct my failures and figure out what i was at last doing. i felt ready for a good challenge and i got the sense this was the sort of game that was more skill than luck. maybe it was the beautiful scenery and ambience. maybe it was that sense of peaceful melancholy. maybe it was because i could see so much on the horizon, so many mysteries around me, that i just had to be able to reach someday. in such a massive open world in which the plot wasn’t spoonfed to me but i had to discover it, my interest had been piqued.

or maybe it was because i was bored and depressed. i was close to the end of freshman year in high school, which had been pure misery. difficult to understate just how awful life was for me during that point in time (but it was just the terrifying cocoon stage of becoming a butterfly). so yeah, why not pick up a new piece of media? why not dive into this world? i think we all know just how powerful it is to develop a new interest when going through a rough patch- it can turn absolutely everything around. (even if it ends up distracting you from the work you need to do lol. but in my case i consider that a necessary tradeoff for giving me the serotonin my brain doesn't naturally produce enough of)

and i think there's something to be said about the medium of a video game, which was basically new to me at the time- i think it's something about the ability to have control over what's happening. in tv shows things just happen. in real life i felt like i had no control over anything. so i was suddenly able to express myself in a way that i had never gotten to before, and it was powerful. especially in an open-world game with so much to do and discover. (something something the adhd-er's wild fantasy of being able to complete tasks and make progress).

i quickly became addicted- i could play for hours on end and barely put a dent in the smallest section of the map. i couldn't believe how genuinely massive the world was and i just wanted to explore more and more, but without skipping anything i came across. i still remember in my mind exactly where i was in my house when reaching many of those early-game checkpoint places, curled up in a chair in the corner, listening to my mom make dinner in the other room... etc. the definition of nostalgia. (which is something i only have so much of given how most of my interests i didn't get into until significantly later in life. i was 15 when this was happening whereas most people's childhood nostalgia type stories are from when they were like 5 to 8. but this was such a foundational time in my life y'know?)

i remember hours of getting lost in the wilderness (i truly had the worst habit of either not getting the maps or not heeding them) and never going on the clearly marked roads bc i was convinced i could take a shortcut by just taking a straight line to my destination. which often involved attempting to scale a ridiculously steep and tall mountain with like one and a half wheels of stamina. live and learn, right?

i remember the way it took absolutely forever to reach zora's domain (the fact that i didn't get the tower map beforehand probably significantly contributed to that) so the absolute joy and relief i felt when i got there and was safe at last. i adore all the champions so much but mipha is for sure the one that messes up my heart the most to this day, as both the first one i got and the one with objectively the most emotional story. something about water levels has always unsettled me- no matter what, to me they're always associated with being cold, wet, and uncomfortable, even if it's supposed to be beautiful (and vah ruta sure wasn't meant to be for obvious reasons). especially if the player has to swim- whether there's limited breath or not, i can't help but imagine how stressful it would be to dive deep and be under pressure like that. but on the flip side, once you're finally done with those levels and back on dry land, it feels comforting. warm, dry and stable again- sort of like how you feel after you're finished crying. you had to endure the drowning and the suffering and now you're safe. that's how the vah ruta quest feels to me.

each new ruin, or quiet little settlement, really just lodged its way into my heart, but i think the location that makes me the most emotional is the flight range- its beautiful broken melody, the howling wind and snow, its position in the middle of the wilderness like a little safe haven in the mountains, the faint memory of revali... i used to just go there and sit for hours. it's just gorgeous and it hits so hard. once again, it's all about that quiet, solemn peace after a tragedy has occurred- the sadness lingers, but you learn to live again. botw just excels at this in pretty much every aspect, enough said

which comes to the central conflict of the premise- our titular heroine, zelda, and her struggles to complete her duty, her guilt complex, the pressure and loneliness she felt, etc. i have identified so closely with her for the entire time i've known her. (done a fair amount of projecting too but listen. listen) the way she felt weak and powerless and just wanted to find a way to make people happy, especially her overbearing father who didn't care enough for her happiness... that hit so hard as an emotionally volatile teenager with similar issues. to this day my dad only talks to me to nag me about something important i need to do but he's never cared about my personal interests. he acts more like my manager than my parent. throughout high school especially i just kept falling back to zelda's story every time my dad was being awful and i needed to escape him, listening to him call me lazy, behind the ball, etc when i was clearly going through severe depression that would have never even occurred to him. and while unlike zelda i still have my mom she's always been incredibly emotionally distant so there was no looking to her either. i blamed myself for everything that went wrong even though i never could've done anything without the kind of help i needed, similar to zelda

for me personally the theme of failing to succeed in the role other people were pressuring her into resonated with me and my undiagnosed... whatever it is. i am positive i am not neurotypical. i've always more or less self-identified as adhd (my parents would laugh if i suggested that) and i've never received support or treatment or anything. that plus the undiagnosed and untreated depression. the way zelda just couldn't do something that she had no idea how to even begin trying to do, the way going through the rituals that worked for other people did nothing for her... that hit hard as someone just barely trying to stay alive in high school, who always felt alienated from others and never could understand exactly why, who was bad at a lot of things... but my dad only cared about results

and in turn. the emotional catharsis of her finally unlocking the latent power she'd been struggling to reach inside her. it's never been established exactly what it was that was wrong with her that prevented her from unlocking it but i think we all know it had something to do with her heart not being free until the moment she had the courage to do something brave, dangerous, and important through her own free will- going against the grain, standing up for someone she loved, etc. that's an essay for another time tho. to me that's what makes it so powerful- yeah this (back)story is still a tragedy, but there's hope. she found her own path. she still had to undergo lots of suffering afterwards but she had what she needed to succeed. and she got her happy ending in the end. i probably don't need to explain why that's so meaningful to me as someone who loves her so much and relates too hard. also her dad died (i am NOT wishing that upon my dad to be clear). i mean for her that's a bad thing bc he did regret his actions and never get to apologize to her and she wishes she had gotten to see him again but also that's in the fantasy world where one could reasonably expect their father to change. i've kind of given up on that but maybe someday after we've gotten some distance... idk

in short. botw hits me like a truck with the way it brings you so, so low, in the pits of despair, and then brings you back up. not everything is fixed and perfect at the end, the characters who died stay dead, but they finally get to pass on and rest in peace. we free zelda. we bring back the most significant parts of link's memory. we watch the broken and scattered world begin to grow and breathe again. perfectly cathartic and hopeful and powerful for someone going through such awful things. i'm not out of the woods yet with all my ten thousand problems but i'm in a much better place now. i've typed way too many words here and it's still like not enough to express just how much this game means to me. i could go on forever and ever about the things i find objectively good about this game but this ramble was meant to focus on the subjective meanings i've found within it. breath of the wild has been nothing short of a blessing for me. thank you nintendo, truly.

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spicyclover · 1 year

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Race of champions | Part one

Summary: This is the first time Mabel will attend a racing event. All happy and full of apprehension, the dream weekend will take a somewhat dramatic turn.

Character name: Mabel Lindberg, aka May.

Part one | Part two | Part three

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Mabel is going to R.O.C., and she still can't believe it. It's her first-ever race event she goes to. She's been preparing herself since they announced the lineup of the drivers in September. She's more than excited.

Thankfully the ticket for the race wasn't that expensive, so she had the chance to take one hotel close to the circuit. It's five minutes away from the event.

We are Friday afternoon, and she checks into her hotel room for the weekend. It's tiny but cozy and has a breathtaking view of the snowy mountains, and the icy landscape is stunning.

She took a lot of warm clothes because she couldn't wait to be outside.

She puts snow pants on, and off she explores this Sweden adventure. She arrives at the main house of the event and enters to get her passes and her little pamphlet with all the racing schedules. She only walks a few minutes outside, but her nose is already red from the cold.

She thanks the receptionist and sits a little away to put everything in her bag. In the corner of her eye, she sees David Coulthard, Valtteri Bottas and Sebastian Vettel talking actively, probably about the coming race.

It's the closest she's been to those legends, and she can't help but blush intensely.

They do not notice that they are being observed, but it is only when they decide to get out of the building that they see her. She stands before them with her eyes wide open and a shocked expression on her face.

She begins to stutter and blushes even more, which embarrasses her more. Sebastian is the first to step towards her and takes her phone from her hands to take a photo with her wishing her a nice day before going out.

She stutters a thank you before turning to the two nordic looking at her.

"Well, hello, what's your name?" Asks David taking her phone to take a picture too.

"Ma... ma... Mabel."

"You have a beautiful name, Mabel. Hope you have a great weekend and don't forget to support Team Britain." He adds before heading outside.

It's only Valterri left, and she doesn't really know what to say to him, so she looks at him without saying a word. He's a little embarrassed but does the same thing to his colleagues and takes a picture with her.

Once they left and she was alone. She can't help herself be to scream her excitement.

The receptionist gives her a weird look, but she heads outside. With a huge smile, she takes in the beautiful sunset. She's gonna love this weekend.

On Friday night, she’s eating her meal peacefully on her own at one of the restaurant's tables for the event. She eats an excellent Swedish dumpling dish with small sweet potatoes and a good glass of white wine. Delicious. She doesn’t really realize she’s there already.

After her dinner, she takes a walk and looks around the facility. Most of it is made of wood, and it’s really rural. She loves it and can’t help herself to photograph everything she sees.

In the distance, she hears shouts and encouragement. Curious, she blames herself slowly for the small crowd that surrounds a point of icy water to the several pilots passing after each other and regretting having accepted this cold midnight swim.

“They’re crazy,” she whispers playfully to herself before heading back to her hotel.

In her sleep, she dreams of a weird thing. Something dark and sweet at the same time.

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ghost-party · 1 year

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Pairing: Sosuke Aizen x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: transactional relationship, sugar daddy arrangement, age difference, power imbalance, alcohol, manipulation, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, discussions of sex, sex room, sex toys, dom/sub dynamic, mild choking, blindfold, handcuffs, brief nipple play, spanking, riding crop, use of "good girl," possessiveness, aftercare

A/N: Fun fact! The Dark Room is an actual restaurant, minus the secret rooms in the back. (From what I know, at least.) IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!

The next two months pass by in a blur. You and Sosuke see each other at least once a week, if not more.

Sometimes he takes you on lavish dates. Expensive dinners, shopping trips, after-hours wine tastings at museums and galleries. You’ve spent several evenings in his private box at the opera, though he seems less interested in Puccini and Verdi than sitting you in his lap, his teasing slow and bordering on torturous as you struggle to keep quiet.

But you’ve learned that while he doesn’t hesitate to spend exorbitantly, he’s just as content to plan something simple. He savors meandering weekend mornings spent walking in the park near his high-rise. His favorite breakfast is French toast from a family-owned diner across town, dusted with powdered sugar and drenched in maple syrup. It seems that every used bookstore owner knows his name, and the two of you spend countless hours perusing their latest arrivals.

While you usually sleep over at his apartment, he’s spent several nights at yours, seeming wholly unbothered by its small size. At first, you felt overly-conscious of your IKEA furniture and collection of mismatched, thrift store coffee mugs. But as far as you can tell, it doesn’t faze him. He’s made a habit of coming over after practice at his fencing club, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, carrying bags of takeout.

There’s something so strange and yet so right about watching him move around your tiny kitchen in the early morning hours. His hair is always messy from sleep, and his glasses have a penchant of slipping down his nose when he’s not paying attention. He always greets you with a soft smile and a fresh cup of coffee, prepared exactly how you like it.

You have to remind yourself more and more that your relationship isn’t what it seems. This arrangement is purely transactional. Never mind that he treats you like a boyfriend would, and you’re fairly certain he’s not seeing anyone else. When you look at his Luxe profile, it shows that he hasn’t been active since the night you first met.

It’s dangerous to assume he’s in this for anything more than your occasional company, both sexual and otherwise. And the regular checks he gives you remind you of his end of the bargain.

He’s not your boyfriend. Even though you wish he were.

•••

It’s mid-September, and you’re riding the private elevator up to his penthouse, examining yourself in the wall-to-wall mirrors. Since the summer swelter seems determined to linger, you’re wearing a thigh-length dress Sosuke picked out for you, along with a pair of shoes you never dreamed you would be able to afford. You enjoy looking nice for him. And it’s the least you can do when he’s so quick to gift you with comfort and luxury.

When the doors slide open and you step into the entryway, you’re surprised to hear unfamiliar voices carrying down the hall. There’s no point in trying to be discreet. You’re expected, after all. But even so, when you appear in the kitchen and are met with a sudden silence, you can’t help but feel as though you’ve stumbled into a private conversation.

Sosuke stands at the island, looking as if he just stepped out of the shower. His hair is wet, making it seem darker than usual, pushed back from his forehead. He’s barefoot and wearing a white bathrobe, his expression placid as he uncorks a bottle of wine.

Standing across from him are two men, but only one looks in your direction as you enter. He has silver hair that falls over his face, nearly hiding his eyes. His smile is thin and stretched wide, almost unnervingly so. You’re surprised by his casual dress — track pants and a zip-up hoodie. With a large duffel slung over one shoulder, he looks as if he’s on his way to the gym.

His companion is more difficult to read. He has dark skin and even darker hair, intricately braided and knotted at the nape of his neck. With his eyes concealed behind tinted glasses, it’s hard to determine the direction of his gaze. He appears less relaxed than the other stranger, his arms crossed over the front of his black jacket. You can see that he’s wearing leather gloves despite the oppressive heat still burning off as the sun sets.

Sosuke greets you with a warm smile. “Come in, sweetheart. These two were just leaving.”

“Such a shame,” the silver-haired man says, his voice light and almost teasing. “Especially when you’re opening a bottle of wine. Some might call you a poor host, Sosuke.”

“And some might call you presumptuous,” Sosuke retorts, pouring two glasses of pinot noir. He beckons you closer, pressing one into your hand. Redirecting his attention to you, he explains, “These are two of my colleagues, Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen.”

You glimpse a hint of icy blue when Gin looks at you, his eyes somehow reminding you of a snake. Something cold and discomforting coils in your stomach, even as he inclines his head and murmurs, “You’re just as beautiful as he said. I should be careful, lest I grow jealous…”

“Your manners are lacking,” Tosen says. His assessment is softer than you expect, each word seeming carefully weighed before finally spoken. “It’s time for us to go.”

Gin momentarily pouts, the shift in his expression almost jarring. “You’re right, as usual. I can’t be late for my workout, after all.” He hefts the gym bag, smiling once more as he raises a hand, turning on his heel. “Have a good night, you two. Make good choices.”

Sosuke chuckles as both men disappear, and soon enough, you hear the elevator doors open and close once more. Taking a sip of your wine, you look up at him, noting the tiny droplets of water still clinging to his collarbone.

“Did they catch you by surprise?”

For the briefest moment, he looks confused. But then he smiles and nods.

“Something like that.”

Placing a hand on your back, he guides you to the living room, sitting beside you on the couch.

“Do they work with you?” you ask, too curious to resist. “You’ve never mentioned them before.”

Although he’s been open about his past — his childhood, his family, his college years — Sosuke rarely discusses his work. He often makes the excuse that none of it’s especially interesting, and he would much rather talk about your day than his. It’s only natural that you would hold onto the first tangible detail you’ve been given, apart from his job title and basic responsibilities.

He sets his wine glass on the coffee table, his expression unchanged. “Yes. And I suppose I haven’t. You know I prefer to leave work at work.”

“Was there some kind of financial emergency?” You hope your gentle teasing disguises your eagerness for answers. But at the same time, you know very well just how perceptive Sosuke can be.

“Not exactly.”

When he lowers himself to the floor, kneeling in front of you, your mind goes helplessly blank. Any follow-up questions you had planned on asking vanish in an instant, your lips parting as his large hands settle on your knees.

“I love this dress on you,” he murmurs, sounding reverent as his gaze slides from your thighs up to your chest and then your face. “I should buy it in every color.”

It feels impossible to look away, and you swallow hard as his hands move, pushing the hem of your dress higher, exposing more and more skin.

Soon enough, he’s pushed your legs wide open, propping one on his shoulder as he drags his lips along your inner thigh. A shuddering gasp escapes you as his tongue swipes at your clothed cunt, tasting your arousal through the flimsy fabric of your panties.

“You’re always so responsive.” He sounds pleased, his hot breath against your core making you squirm beneath him. “Have I told you how much I love that?”

You’re not sure if he actually expects a response, but you manage a stammered “yes” as he pulls your panties to the side. You can only see a glimpse of his face now. But there’s a possessiveness in his gaze, an undeniable hunger that’s dizzying in its intensity.

That same hunger is evident in the way he uses his tongue to unravel you, his lips sucking on your clit just enough to make you keen, one of your hands fisting in his damp hair.

Even as your thighs instinctively move to close around his head, he groans with pleasure. You’ve learned not to hold back with him, to give in to every wanton sound, every desire to touch him, pull him closer.

After you’ve cum on his tongue, Sosuke looks up at you with an expression both sated and prideful, his lips and chin glistening in the dim light of dusk pouring through the wall of windows.

And by the time he’s finished with you that night, you’ve forgotten all about his unexpected visitors.

•••

“So, things are still going well?”

Rangiku is staring at you with avid interest, her salad seemingly forgotten in favor of delving into your personal life.

She was ecstatic when you first told her you had met someone on Luxe, and the more you shared, the more she begged you to gush. You suspect she’s trying to live vicariously through you, especially since her job is keeping her busier than ever these days.

“Yeah, everything’s great.” You take a sip of your lemonade, trying to ignore your friend’s look of exasperation.

“Details, please.”

Sitting to your right, Yumichika smirks, resting his chin on his hand. “Desperate much?”

Before Rangiku can fire back a retort, Momo leans in and places a hand on her arm. “Did we want dessert? I was thinking about the cheesecake.”

This is something you sorely missed in the weeks prior to meeting Sosuke. As soon as you realized you were unemployed, you cut expenses wherever you could, including lunch outings with your friends. Even though they always offered to cover your portion of the bill, you always felt too guilty about it to fully enjoy your time together.

Now, however, it’s a complete nonissue. You could order anything on the menu and never have to double-check the price. You could even settle the whole tab without hesitation. Sosuke’s generosity has left you more financially comfortable than you’ve ever been.

After dessert orders have been placed, Rangiku refocuses her attention on you, leaning across the table with all the seriousness of a prosecutor. Maybe she’s picked that up from her boss.

“Define ‘great.’”

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”

She looks borderline offended by your question. “One of my best friends is living my dream, a life of ease and total luxury —” Yumichika snorts, earning him a glare. “— and she only gives me the vaguest details.”

“I tell you about our dates!” you protest, idly refolding your napkin in your lap. “And the money part of it.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever.” Rangiku dismissively waves her hand. “But what’s his name? Can we see a photo?”

At that, even Yumichika’s interest seems piqued. “She has a point. Descriptions only go so far. And besides…” His tone turns more scandalous. “What if things go south and we have to identify him for the police?”

Momo looks horrified. “Are you suggesting he’s going to kill her or something?”

“You never know with men you meet online,” Yumichika drawls, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“You’ve really got to cut back on the true crime bullshit,” you grumble. But even as you do, you dig in your purse for your phone.

It only takes you a moment to scroll through your camera roll and find a photo of Sosuke, one that you took while the two of you had after-dinner drinks on the restaurant’s rooftop terrace.

When you flip your phone around, all three of your friends seem drawn to it, as if reeled in by a gravitational pull.

“Well, fuck,” Yumichika mutters, eyeing Sosuke’s expensive suit and the way he’s pushed his hair away from his face, almost artfully tousled.

“He’s… Oh. He’s handsome.” Momo sounds almost shy in her admittance, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

“I know you’ve said it’s an off-limits topic,” Rangiku says, her voice grave. “But please tell me you’re fucking this man.”

Even when you give her an exasperated look, she refuses to back down, seeming to stare straight into your soul.

With a small huff, you murmur, “Yes… We’re…” Unable to continue, you mutely watch as the server arrives, serving up slices of cheesecake and lemon meringue pie.

Rangiku has the decency to wait until your group is alone before releasing an enormous sigh of relief. “Thank god. Because that dick must be —”

She’s interrupted by the sound of Momo choking on a sip of water, her face now even redder.

“Momo, honey…” Yumichika scoots his chair to the side so that he can pat the petite girl on the back. “Breathe.”

“I’m okay,” she insists, swatting his hand away. “It’s just that — We’re in public.”

“This just means we need to have a sleepover,” Rangiku declares, batting her lashes at the waiter as he drops off the checks. “It’s been eons since our last one.”

Momo seems much more relaxed now, tucking her credit card into the leather folio. “The one Ikkaku tried to crash?” she asks with a giggle.

As you listen to your friends talk about days that would work best, debate pizza preferences, and compile an exhaustive list of easy cocktails you could make, you begin to think you’re blessedly off the hook.

But as the four of you step out onto the sidewalk, Rangiku smoothly links arms, pulling you close and giving you a knowing wink.

“He’s a freak, isn’t he?”

Now it’s your turn to splutter. “W-what?”

“You’re so cute,” she coos, waving goodbye to Yumichika and Momo as they split off, heading in different directions. “Fine, you don’t have to tell me. I’ll keep my dirty thoughts to myself.”

“As if that ever happens,” you quip. But her question needles at you, looming over your thoughts as the two of you walk towards the nearby parking deck.

“We haven’t… done anything crazy. Just the usual kind of stuff.”

Rangiku briefly looks surprised that you’re willing to discuss the intimacies of your arrangement with Sosuke. But she’s quick to school her expression. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ there.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you weigh your words for a moment before you slowly admit, “But I wouldn’t mind doing more.” You shift from one foot to the other while the two of you wait to cross the street. “It’s weird. I feel like, with him, I’m more… curious.”

“Adventurous, maybe?” Rangiku suggests, and you nod.

“He makes me feel comfortable. More than anyone else I’ve been with or dated.”

It’s the first time you’ve come close to voicing your desire for a closer relationship with Sosuke, and it has your cheeks growing warm. But you can’t deny how drawn you are to him, how badly you want to experience everything with him — even things you’ve always been too shy to think about, let alone ask for with previous partners.

“Maybe he feels the same way, like the two of you are ready for more.” Rangiku squeezes your arm reassuringly, her voice a little softer. “From what you’ve told me, he’s good at reading you. Like, scarily good.”

You laugh a little. “True. He reads me like a book. I guess my face is too expressive.”

She shoots you a warm smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, but it’s not. I’ve always loved that about you.”

As the two of you head into the deck, she advises, “Wait and see how things pan out. But from what I can tell, he’s the kind of guy who always has a plan. He’s also head-over-fucking-heels for you. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Her words echo in your head the whole way back to your apartment, and you think yet again about how much you’ve changed in only two months.

Your appetites are different now, from your palate to your preferred forms of pleasure. You feel almost insatiable, as if some part of you, all hunger and desire, has been woken from a long slumber.

It scares you a little, if you’re being honest. How much you care for him, rely on him, think of him, want him, in every possible way.

But more than that, you can’t resist wondering how else being with Sosuke Aizen might change you — what you might become.

•••

Later that week, Sosuke tells you he’s planned something special for your next outing. You spend the day wondering what it might be, what extravagant ends he might go to this time.

The only hint you receive is a delivery early in the afternoon — a pristine white box tied with an emerald ribbon. Inside, beneath layers of delicate tissue paper, is a gown made of the softest black silk. Even before you slip into it, you know it will hug every curve, showing you off for everyone to see.

It’s a more provocative choice than most of the other garments he’s bought for you, and it only deepens your curiosity. But every attempt to pry information out of him is met with swift, gentle misdirection, until you finally give up and decide to wait and see.

You never would have guessed he would take you to a sprawling boutique hotel, where he leads you down several carpeted halls before entering a whiskey lounge — and pushing one of the bookcases in, revealing a secret door.

“The Dark Room,” he says, steadying you with an arm around your waist. Because the name of the restaurant is all too apt. The only light in the narrow corridor comes from red tapered candles mounted in metal sconces, and there’s little change when you step into the small dining room.

As the two of you are led to your table, your eyesight gradually adjusts, taking in the strange, hidden space. Tables made of dark wood, plush velvet seating, crimson walls with gold-framed art that glints in the low light. You start when you open the menu, brightness making you blink. Realizing it’s a tablet, you scroll through tonight’s offerings, feeling pleasantly disoriented.

“Have you been here before?”

“Several times,” Sosuke answers before a waiter joins you, inquiring about your selections. You nod in your date’s direction, giving him permission to choose on your behalf. A formerly picky eater, you’ve found pleasure in trying new things, guided by someone whose palate is enviably expansive.

“I’ve always found the concept alluring. Romantic, even.” In the flickering candlelight, his smile seems to have a sharp edge to it. “But what you see isn’t all of it.”

Perplexed by his comment, you glance around, looking for a door leading to a separate dining space, or even a cocktail lounge. Maybe there’s another hidden door, you think.

You’re soon distracted by your meal, a several-course affair, as you’ve come to expect from many of the restaurants Sosuke frequents. Scallop, tomato, and cucumber gazpacho is followed by achiote-rubbed prawn and adobos-seared oysters. The spice rubbed salmon nearly melts in your mouth, and the chili chocolate panna cotta is sugared to perfection, the blood orange syrup thick on your tongue.

After the bill has been settled, Sosuke speaks quietly with your waiter, who gives a quick nod and vanishes into the back. When he returns, he’s carrying a golden key hanging from a red ribbon.

“Time to show you the real Dark Room,” Sosuke says, his voice low as he takes your hand and leads you to the opposite side of the room. There are only three other couples present, cloaked in near-darkness as their cutlery clinks against their plates.

It’s less of a surprise this time when the wall gives way, revealing another door. But the hallway beyond is wide and features five doors on either side, each one numbered with small plaques.

“If none of this appeals to you, we can leave at any time,” Sosuke warns you, turning the key in the lock. “As always, I want you to be completely honest with me.”

You’re unsure what he means until you enter the room, taking everything in with widened eyes.

The light is dim in here, too. But there’s enough of it for you to see a large, round bed, two black cabinets pushed against the wall, and several pieces of unfamiliar furniture. It’s only when Sosuke pulls open the cabinet doors, perusing the wares inside, that you fully realize where you are.

“This is a sex room.”

As you step forward, you can see all sorts of toys and restraints sitting on shelves and hanging from hooks. Handcuffs, a riding crop, ball gags, harnesses, blindfolds, strap-ons, small metal instruments designed to elicit pleasurable pain… There are condoms and lube, sanitary wipes and latex gloves. When you look to your left, you see an attached bathroom, with both a walk-in shower and a claw foot bathtub.

Sosuke nods, drifting over to one of the strange pieces of furniture. “This is a queening chair. It’s designed to make face-sitting and oral sex more comfortable.” He reaches down to touch the black leather, and you see what he means, from the hole in the center of the seat to the padded space beneath, perfect for resting a head.

He points around the room, reciting names with easy familiarity. “Massage table, spanking bench, yoga swing… There are other rooms here with cages, but I prefer a more hands-on experience.”

Turning to face a large metal X-frame in the corner, he continues, “And this is often called a St. Andrew’s cross.” You swallow hard when you spot the metal loops at each point of the X, perfect for restraining someone.

Noticing your silence, Sosuke steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Sweetheart… Look at me.” When you do, he smiles reassuringly. “If you don’t want to be here, just say the word. There’s no pressure to do anything.”

As he gently rubs your shoulders, easing some of the surprised tension that had crept in, you take a steadying breath. “I’m not upset or anything. I — I like it. Really. I’ve just… never been someplace like this.”

He nods. “It can be overwhelming the first time. If it’s too much —”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

And it is. As you look around, the shock you initially felt begins to ebb, leaving behind an unmistakable curiosity — a desire to learn, to experience, to test your limits. It’s just as Rangiku said. He practically read your mind, bringing you to a place like this.

You trust Sosuke to guide you, and to put your pleasure before all else. If there’s something you don’t like or a boundary you’re unwilling to cross, you know he’ll immediately stop.

Admittedly, you weren’t expecting something so elaborate. You feel as if you’ve been made privy to something deeply personal about him, a side he usually conceals with effortless ease.

But you can’t say you’re disappointed. Not in the slightest.

Sosuke searches your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or reluctance. When he finds none, however, he smiles.

“Take a look around. Tell me what appeals to you. Or…” He tilts his head, and you swear his gaze visibly darkens. “You can let me choose. Whichever you prefer.”

It only takes you a moment to decide. How can you resist testing that perception of his, especially when it’s brought you so much pleasure?

“You can choose,” you tell him, speaking softly, trying to steady the anticipatory tremble in your words. “You’re in control.”

Sosuke reaches out, his hand just barely closing around your throat. His fingers squeeze a little, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. As his thumb lazily strokes up and down the column of your neck, his smile widens.

“Yes… I am.”

You stand very still as he blindfolds you, the black fabric thick enough to completely obscure your vision. With one of your senses inhibited, it almost feels as though your others have heightened. You fight back a shiver as his hands move over your body, carefully divesting you of your dress. You can feel it pool at your feet, a pile of smooth silk, before he guides you to step out of it.

“Do you feel comfortable, sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod. “Good. If, at any point, you want to stop, use your safe word.” His hands slide down to your waist, grasping it. “Let’s go with ‘mirage.’”

He leads you to the bed, where he maneuvers you into a kneeling position before restraining your hands. The cuffs are lined with something soft, and as he tightens them, you realize your breaths have quickened.

When he unexpectedly touches your breast, a small gasp escapes you. “So sensitive,” he teases, his voice low, soft like velvet sliding against your skin. His thumb brushes across your nipple before he gives it a pinch. This time, you whimper.

“Don’t move.”

For an instant, his tone sounds colder, his command absolute. You go very still and listen to him move around the room, wondering what will happen next. There’s a small part of you that feels something akin to fear. But your curiosity and desire easily overwhelm it.

Noticing how your body tenses as he returns to the bed, Sosuke makes a noise low in his throat, something like a laugh, on the verge of derisive. “Now, now… Relax.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers in your ear. “I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this.”

The next sensation you feel is him pushing you down, your arms stretching out in front of you as your ass lifts into the air. The briefest moment passes before something cool and hard strikes you from behind, your tender skin stinging as you instinctively cry out.

As the object connects again and again, Sosuke’s hand lingering at the small of your back, preventing you from rearing back up, you focus on the feel of it. The riding crop. But knowing what it is does nothing to dull the pain, and you find yourself panting, your cheek pressed into the bedsheets.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Sosuke murmurs, now sounding almost awed. “You’re beautiful like this, submitting to me…”

He drags the flat leather flap over your ass, his movements slow and methodical, before he pulls away. You then feel his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, dragging them down until they’re hitched around your thighs.

“You’re enjoying this. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

A startled noise climbs up your throat when the riding crop pushes between your legs. You can feel the leather drag against your bare cunt, and Sosuke’s hand, large and heavy, returns to your back, stroking your heated skin.

“Wet already,” he murmurs, and you can imagine him examining the implement, his smile wicked. You can hear that much, at least, in his voice. “Dirty girl… Do you like being helpless?”

When words fail you, he spanks you again, this time with his other hand. It seems he’s set aside the riding crop in favor of touching you himself, and the effect it has on you is profound. As his fingers slide down further, tracing the curve of your ass until he reaches the core of your arousal, your bound hands clench, fingernails digging into your palms.

“Answer me.” It’s another order, the same coldness present in the sharpness of each word. “I know you want to be obedient — a good girl. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

This time, you shake your head and thickly murmur, “No…”

“Then tell me… Do you like being helpless?”

“Y-yes.”

He hums, pleased with your response. “Do you like it when I’m in control?”

“Yes…”

Two of his fingers trace along your folds, another just barely brushing against your clit. It’s an effort to still your hips from moving instinctively, seeking the friction you so desperately want.

“And are you mine to play with?”

His voice is softer now, a hint of desperation bleeding through. The bed dips as he climbs up onto it, his body looming behind you. You can feel his warmth, familiar and reassuring. And then you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling, the gentle movement of fabric sliding against itself, something being tossed onto the floor.

“Yes.”

With his hand still buried between your legs, his other returns to your throat, grasping it harder than before. He gives it a squeeze and groans when you whimper, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, hidden by the blindfold.

“Again. Say it again.”

Your answer is practically a sob, your thoughts emptied out, consumed by your need. There’s nothing you want more than him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. If he were to pull away now, you feel as if you would collapse in on yourself, alone in the darkness.

With him, you’re never alone in the darkness. You’re there together.

“I’m yours,” you breathe, and you know he’s heard you when he pushes your legs open wider, his cock hard and heavy as it rubs against you. “Y-yours, Sosuke…”

You don’t miss the satisfaction in his response, a low growl resonating in his chest as his hand tightens around your throat.

“That’s right… You’re mine.”

•••

You sink a little deeper into the warm water and lean back against Sosuke’s chest. Even with your legs stretched out in front of you, your toes don’t touch the opposite side of the bathtub. It’s nicer than any spa you’ve been to. And the quiet privacy of his penthouse lends itself to relaxation.

Sosuke’s hands cradle yours beneath the water, his thumbs gently tracing over your wrists. Even with the soft lining, the cuffs have left your skin a little tender to the touch.

“I’m fine,” you insist, resting your head on his shoulder. “I already told you, I liked it.”

“I know.” Sosuke’s voice has regained its usual softness, and you smile when you feel his lips brush against your temple. “But I hope I didn’t push you too far.”

Turning your head, you press a kiss to his neck, and he hums in response. “You gave me a safe word. If I’d needed to use it, I would have.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

He releases your hands and wraps his arms around your waist, his legs spread wide and bracketing your hips. Outside, it’s started to rain, pattering against the wide windows overlooking the heart of the city.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Sosuke finally murmurs, and you close your eyes, feeling enveloped by his warmth. Pleasured. Protected. Possessed.

“I meant it, you know,” you whisper, unable to resist. You feel closer to him than ever, and the fine line separating what you have from what you want seems to be blurring.

“I’m yours.”

“I know,” he says again, but this time, there’s a hint of satisfaction there, along with something else you can’t quite name. His arms tighten around you just a little, and outside, thunder rolls in the distance, the storm slowly growing nearer.

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Tell me more about only freaks go to gotham for a fieldtrip!

rjdjd HHAA okay so-

ive always thought that people going to gotham for field trip fics was just??? so dumb and silly. love how certain ppl can execute that in fics but the thought of ppl going to Crime Town USA for enrichment is hilarious to me.

then i started thinking 'huh, i bet amity parkers would be that crazy' and did some more thinking. i started cobbling together different aus that have been floating around the phandom until i got this monstrosity: the guardian spirit field trip au (those posts are just some stepping points for those who don't know. its one of my fave aus)

the casper high field trips had steadily been to more and more dangerous places (or at least activities that most people would be too scared to do bc of the high chance of death). the final straw was when students asked if they could go to gotham and the staff didn't see anything wrong with it. after all, why worry when phantom was just a prayer away?

the effects of phantoms protection has left a lot of amity citizens a bit more blasé abt these things but they care. they leave letters from their travels and gifts for phantom. they're still new to having someone be able to save them if they needed it

danny on the other hand has slowly been getting a bit more unstable. he's a bit too keyed into his obsession right now and needs help managing it. when he hears about the trip to gotham, he's actually relieved.

'batman is a guardian spirit too,' he thinks to himself with a relieved sigh, 'batman will know how to handle this, the paranoia'

TOO BAD BATMAN IS JUST SOME GUY HAHAHA (that's mean of me sorry)

anyways, danny is one of the people who is out here advocating to staff how educational and safe the trip to gotham will be. he's fighting tooth and nail to get the trip approved. it's true that he could fly to gotham and just ask, but getting an alibi and a place to rest while there would take a huge load off of his shoulders.

when the trip is finally approved, danny (and a lot of other people) are ecstatic. that is, until the conditions.

no reanimating your lunch with street ectoplasm ("we're serious about this, the next person to do so gets suspended")

no going anywhere without your phantom necklaces

no students with grades less than a C average for the past grading period

danny is devastated. his grades had been on the rise but with the added sensory hell that is being able to tell when the people you protect get hurt, he hasn't been studying as well as he could.

as the rest of casper high's students heads out to gotham, arms loaded high with phantom merchandise and promises to send back gifts for their resident hero. danny can only watch as he realizes he sent his people into gotham alone.

gotham on the other hand, are not ready for the almost cult like mentality of amity parkers teen population. gothamites think phantom is just some hero who got a really big head. and an entire school group heading to *gotham* of a places for a fun weekend getaway? they don't know what's in the water up in amity but it sounds like it's going to get someone killed.

the bats think it's suspicious and try to look into it. extending an invitation to tour one of the many wayne facilities/programs wouldnt be too out of place would it? either way it would be good for them, keeping clueless civilians who don't seem to care about the danger they're in out of harms way is just part of the job. (they just wish that getting information that made sense from them was that easy)

#dp x dc #danny phantom #susiron #wow that was rough to try and make sense of #i hadnt put everything in one place yet so i had to dig for a bit lol #some parts are still up in the air so i had to be vague (bc i also have no clue whats going on)#this entire thing started bc i wanted the bats to freak out over somebody pouring ectoplasm on their lunch and mr lancer very Done with it #the exchange went #mr lancer: of mice and men! what did i tell you about reanimating the dead?#student: *sighs* not to it without adult supervision #then it spiralled wildly out of hand

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I’ll Take Your Man(s)- 11

Part 10

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader, EZ Reyes x black!reader

Summary: You become aware of how bad Miguel is spiraling.

Warnings: TW: Suicide, Insensitivity/ Malice towards suicide

It was a Saturday morning and you had absolutely nothing to do. All your schoolwork was done, your boss forbade anyone from working on the weekend, and EZ was out with the club. So, you decided to give some people a visit.

If it weren’t for the key EZ made you then you wouldn’t be inside of his dad’s house. Felipe’s was quite uneventful. Whatever was going on, he was still in his deep depression. Unlike Angel, you didn’t know what was going on. The brothers did, but they refused to speak to you about it. There were too many secrets from everyone.

After Felipe’s, you broke into Angel’s place. His place was just as messy as his dad’s. You tried to empathize with him, but the loss of a child was so much different than the loss of a parent. Especially a child he never got to meet. In your honest opinion, he was doing a pretty good job holding up. He slept around before the baby. You just wished he figured out how to use condoms as you passed the box full of them. These dudes act like STIs don’t exist.

Finally, during your afternoon, you had contact with someone. You went to Marcus’ house to bring him some cookies you baked the night before. As you two talked two kids ran by, one boy and one girl. The only child he had was his daughter.

“You adopted?” You furrowed your brows. Upon further inspection, you could tell the boy had Down Syndrome.

God bless Santi, Marcus thought. The young boy and Tessa came to talk to you. This gave him time to think of a lie.

As the kids talked, you kept an eye on Marcus. He was hiding something and you wouldn’t let up.

Finally, the kids went to go play a game, which gave you time to drill Marcus.

“It’s none of your concern, YN.” Marcus snapped. Honestly, it wasn’t out of loyalty to Miguel that kept him from telling the truth. It was shame. Working for a cartel boss came with a lot of dirty deeds, but watching Miguel kill Paco over his mother’s death was something that shook him. Maybe it was old age or maybe he was finally getting a conscious. Either way he didn’t want you to look at him differently.

But then it hit him, you were the answer. Not Emily, not Monserrat, not some crazy revenge plan, but you. The most peaceful Miguel has been when he was with you. After your visits, he wasn’t as depressed. There was light at the end of the tunnel.

“He’s Paco’s son.”

“Oh, you’re just babysitting. Why didn’t you just say that?” Why was everyone being so weird?

Marcus shook his head. “We took him in.”

“What went down?” Nothing during your visits with Miguel alerted you of something going down. Quite frankly the Galindo cartel seemed to not to be as active as before.

“Miguel.” Marcus whispered. “Miguel shot him.”

You shook your head. Paco was in the close circle of guards. There’s no way Miguel would kill him.

“He did.” Marcus had no one to talk to about this. His wife was a no go and Nestor was out of the question, and Bishop had his own shit to deal with. You gave him the perfect opportunity to let this out. “He blamed Paco for Dita being able to get away. He’s unhinged, princesa.” Marcus contemplated if he should say more. Hell, he let out some already, might as well go all the way. “He killed Dita’s therapist.”

No way any of this could be true. You would know if something like this would have happened. “Nah, Miguel wouldn’t have. He’s grief stricken, but he wouldn’t go that far.”

Izzy called Marcus to join her and the kids for lunch. “You know it is.” He stood up and squeezed your shoulder. “He just knows how to hide it around you. Talk to him. At this point, only you can save him.”

After that conversation, it was like you were a zombie. You were just going through the motions of the day, but somehow that had you at the therapist’s office.

“Hi, I wanted to know if Dr. Alma was taking in any new patients.”

The receptionist gave you a sad smile. “Unfortunately, she’s not and probably not for a while. She’s missing.”

The young woman could barely control herself. This told you that the therapist had to be “missing” for quite some time.

You gave her your prayers and walked back to your car. Marcus was right. People in this town don’t go missing. They either leave or they got killed and the latter happened to Dita’s therapist. Were you so enraptured in your relationship that you didn’t notice Miguel’s warning signs? Didn’t matter now, but you were gonna fix all of that.

Miguel didn’t go out much these days, so you had to go to his house which meant Emily was there too. What you didn’t expect was her annoying little sister. Both of them thought you were the other woman and were giving you a hard time when you requested to see Miguel.

“If I was the mistress, I would be fucking on your bed you share with your husband, Emily. This is a business call anyway or I wouldn’t have come. Trust, I did not want to see your face.”

“YN?” Miguel came out of his office. You were a most welcomed sight. Seeing you in his kitchen made it seem like you belong there, like this should be your home instead of some RV parked in a scrap yard.

“I needed help on a case. I was wondering if I could ger your opinion?”

“Of course.” Miguel ignored Erin’s mean mug and Emily’s displeasure. The only happiness that mattered was yours and his son’s.

Even his office was different. Everything in the house felt cold. You thought it was because of Emily, but Miguel was the cause of it too. He lost his flame when his mother died.

“What can I help you with?” Miguel leaned against his desk and held your hand. Reyes didn’t know what gift he had.

“I actually lied about work, so your wife and her chihuahua of a guard dog could leave me alone.”

Miguel couldn’t stop laughing. Leave it to you to make him have his first real laugh in a while. “Then what is it about?”

“Um, did you know that Marcus is taking care of Paco’s kid?”

Miguel dropped your hand and sat behind his chair. Not the conversation he was looking for. “Someone’s running their mouth.”

“I went to visit and saw the kid. Do you know he has Down Syndrome?”

“Tragic, but none of my business.” Miguel was the definition of indifference. He could feel nothing for the man who was supposed to protect his mother.

Wow. Even with all your conversations, you never saw this side of Miguel. This was the monster EZ warned you about. “None of your business that you turned an innocent child into an orphan?”

“YN, none of this concerns you. Drop it.”

Oh, Miguel Galindo had you fucked up. You weren’t one of his soldiers he could order around, and you weren’t Emily. “Fuck no! You’re out here murdering people! For what? So, you can have someone to blame? There’s no one to blame! Dita committed suicide!”

Miguel slammed the table causing papers to fly. “Watch your mouth!”

“Or what?” You stepped to him toe to toe. “You gonna shoot me and bury me in the desert?! Miguel Galindo can’t get his way, so he kills to get it!”

Miguel had too much love and respect for you to put his hands on you, but God wasn’t he tempted. “You are not my wife! You are not anyone to me! You’re just a slut that opens her legs for married men. Therefore, your opinion is irrelevant. And I suggest you get your nose out of business that you shouldn’t be in. Now go back to your convict and play house.”

One thing you refused to do is cry. That man can never know that he put a chink in your armor, but he is gonna feel this fury.

You threw a punch so powerful that it made Miguel go to his knees. “Remember I’m the slut you were willing to leave your wife for and you only had a sample. Don’t worry, when you off yourself like your mother I won’t be in your business either.”

Miguel was too stunned to speak. All he did was watch you walk out for a second time, breaking his heart.

Again, Ice Queen tried to get in your ass, but you dreaded that shit. “Ask him about Paco and Dr. Alma. Get your husband in check before he spirals any further.” You took the bottle of vodka she was holding and drunk a bit of it. “You’ll need more of that if you’re gonna deal with him.”

You sped over to the clubhouse. Without Chucky, they left upkeep to hang arounds. Ole faithful, Nails was there. You tried to warn her that Angel wasn’t ready for a relationship, but she seemed to be falling for him.

“Hey, Step. Go home, I got this.”

“Respectfully, no.” She bumped your hip once you got behind the bar. “You look like you need company.”

Ezekiel’s, but she would do for now. God, now you felt like Angel.

The two of you got the place clean in no time. During that time, Nails asked you about Angel. He abruptly ended things with her.

Focusing on her problems was a great distraction. You needed it or all you would dwell on is Miguel’s words.

Finally, you two finished so you sat on the steps of the RV. The sounds of engines flooded your ears. Soon you saw your boyfriend, smiling joking around with his brother.

“Oh man, what did you do? Did you leave the toilet seat up again?”

EZ elbowed him. “That’s all you. Anyways, we were real good this morning.”

“Or you were? I’m sure thirty seconds isn’t enough for YNN.”

EZ pushed him. “Whatever man. Lemme see what’s up.”

“On a serious note, give her my love.”

EZ patted Angel’s back and jogged over to you. It didn’t take long for him to figure out you were upset. When has it ever? But he hasn’t seen you this disturbed in a while.

“Hey baby.” He kissed the crown of your head before joining you on the steps. “Couldn’t wait to see me?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, I came to see the prospect.” You winked at him.

“Don’t make me give him more shit than he already has.”

“Fine.” You weaved your fingers with his.

EZ kissed your hand. Your whole demeanor had him on alert. What kind of trouble could you be in? “What’s up?”

You shrugged it off. He would just fuss at you for talking to Miguel. Actually, for punching him. He would lose his shit and then the whole MC would be on your ass despite all the crap they’re going through. “Nothing, just missing you is all.”

EZ tilted his head. He wasn’t letting this go. Something was truly wrong. “YN. Talk to me.”

The authority in his voice tore down your wall. “Um, I had a disagreement with Miguel.”

Was this jealousy or concern that washed over EZ? He couldn’t tell. All he knew he was damn territorial over you and wanted you to have nothing to do with Miguel.

It did tear him apart that you still had such a strong connection to this man that once was his romantic rival. Miguel Galindo seem to follow him in all his romantic endeavors and EZ was tired of it. He got Emily, you were all EZ’s. He even stopped seeing Emily as a friend and left her all to Miguel. Why couldn’t Miguel do the same?

He fought to stay neutral. “What happened?”

You began wincing, because you knew he would freak out once you started telling your story. “Well,” You only got to the part where Marcus told you what was going on due to EZ’s abrupt interruption.

“Tell me you didn’t.” He shook his head. EZ knew you did it. For some reason, you thought you could fix everyone. Didn’t you know that no one can fix Miguel Galindo? For Jesus Christ, he killed an innocent child and left the charred body in middle of town. There’s no intervention or redemption for someone like that. However, you wouldn’t believe it. It was that damn optimism you inherited from your mom.

“We can stop it there.”

EZ waved his hand, telling you to continue on.

This part was harder than the rest. Your eyes remained on the ground as you retold the events. Every once in a while, you would glance at EZ once you felt the anger emitting from him. “And then I punched him then said once he kills himself that I wouldn’t be in his business.”

It was complete chaos inside of Ezekiel’s brain. He was concerned for you, but also for him and Angel as well. Would Miguel retaliate at you? It sounded like it was possible. From your account he seemed deranged. Was he just a loving son refusing to believe his mother would commit suicide? Or did he have a genuine reason other than denial to investigate? Did this mean he suspected murder? Did he suspect him and Angel? All of that ran in his head.

“Are you gonna say something?” This was uncharacteristic. You were expecting him to yell at you, but he was just sitting there not saying one word. Is this the quiet before the storm? Oh my god, is he so angry that he won’t say anything? Hey, at least it would make for great makeup sex later.

Finally, everything combusted. EZ jumped from the stairs and stared down at you. “Why would you do something so dumb?! He could kill you! This would have been a risk if he wasn’t off his fucking rocks, but now the probability of him killing you is exponential.”

“Someone had to say something!”

“And that someone had to be you?!”

“Yes!”

“He has a wife!”

“He doesn’t talk to her.”

“That’s none of your concern. Emily is his wife, and you are my girlfriend. We hold no obligations to them. I don’t want you to see him anymore!”

See the thing about telling you to do something backfires when you were already about to do it. Something in your brain signaled that as ‘time to be petty’

“Or what?” Seems like you got to bring another man down a notch. “You gonna hit me or something? Oops, already happened.” During a fight with some military bitches, EZ accidentally pushed you out the way too hard causing you to bleed.

EZ sighed “It was mistake, YN.” He tried to come towards you, but you sidestepped him.

“Yeah, just like this conversation. I’ll talk to you later.” You went straight for your car, not looking back once.

Angel came out once he saw your car drive off. Everyone inside the clubhouse heard raised voices, but they couldn’t figure out what was being said even after they turned off the radio. “So, you did do something.”

EZ said nothing as he pushed Angel inside of his trailer. “We got a major problem.”

“You messed up so bad that she ain’t gonna come by and clean for me anymore?!” Angel knew about your little break-ins into his house. He should give you a key, but deep down he loved the feeling of someone going through hoops to show their love for him.

EZ pointed his finger in his big brother’s face. “1, you gonna stop using my girl as labor and 2, she went to confront Galindo about killing Paco and his mother’s therapist.”

“Hold up, does Galindo suspect something?” Angel crossed his arms. Great another shit pile to add to his shit pile.

“I don’t know man. From the things she’s told me, it just sounds like he’s in a depression and spiraling. If he had any information that it was anything but she would have had an inkling. This just sounds like he’s in deep denial.”

Angel looked at his poor brother. He seemed in distress. He knew that EZ was worried about you and didn’t want to add on to that, but there was only one way to keep tabs on this situation. “YNN should keep talking to him. I’m sure she tells you about the talks and you can see if Galindo is on to us.”

“No fucking way Angel!” Ain’t gonna happen. Not on his watch.

“Come on!” Angel did his best to keep his voice down. “This will be our only way in.”

EZ sat triumphantly on the bed. “Even if I would let this happen, it couldn’t. She punched Galindo and left him with some not so nice words.” He retold Angel everything you told him about the argument with Miguel.

Angel whistled. “She’s cold man. That’s why Galindo likes her. It’ll be fine. I’m thinking he’s on his spoiled rich kid shit. Plus, we got other shit to worry about than this right now.”

They really did. This plan to dethrone the other kings was exhausting. “Okay man,” EZ clapped his hand and watched him walk out. He laid down in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping and praying none of this digging Galindo is doing will lead back to him.

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