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Melting Point | P.SH | CH.8

brother's rival!sunghoon x fem!reader warnings: angst, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, fingering, rose toy, multiple orgasms, confrontation, ynhee's mum (she's a warning all in herself), anything else lmk! ch. 8 synopsis: the weekend of nationals is finally here and there's a buzz in the air but of course, nothing can run as smoothly as you plan. sunghoon lets you in on minhee and his private conversation, leaving you stuck between a rock and a hard place. wc: 13.6k previous | masterlist | next a/n: hi! i cannot believe melting point ends NEXT WEEK like wdym :( this chapter really explains everything you need to know about the story and everything w the mum so this is an important one <3 thank you all so much for the love. as always i really value your feedback/comments/likes/reblogs. nothing makes me happier than reading your theories and comments, thank you so much! pls enjoy.

Heaving your case, you start to wonder if you packed too much for the weekend. It’s not like you meant to cram in 6 different outfits, 3 pairs of shoes, and every piece of makeup you own - you just wanted to be extra prepared; that and you’re indecisive.

It’s finally Nationals weekend which means everything the boys have been working so hard for is here, only 2 days away. Technically, they should have been in Seoul already but you had a prelim exam today so they both waited for you to be finished before heading out.

The decision wasn’t your favourite, considering they’re missing parts of the press conferences and extra training but they assured you it was the easiest scapegoat out of travelling with the coaches and answering the usual ‘ideal type’ and ‘boyfriend’ questions that get thrown at them.

Considering they were top athletes, you would think the reporters would have more intelligent questions. Sunghoon had told you the last press event he did, the reporters just decided to try and ask him questions he knew would make him look arrogant and cocky with both women and on the ice.

It irks you how everyone has this preconceived perception about the man you love who would bend over backwards to make people happy. He says it doesn’t bother him and therefore it shouldn’t burden you but that's your man and he’s being slandered over news websites, it’s only right you get a little annoyed.

You can hear Sunghoon now as you think about it, telling you “at least I can back up my massive ego with a first place”, and he’s right, but it still doesn’t make you any more okay with it.

Presently, you’re walking down your campus path to the main road, on the way to meet both Minhee and Sunghoon. Somehow, you’ve managed to convince them to drive to the competition together. It took Minhee more convincing than Sunghoon, his biggest objection being you and your boyfriend all over one another.

There’s a mastermind plan to your reasoning; you want them to get along and forcing them in a close proximity for more than 3 hours seems like the best way to do it. Well, you’ve convinced yourself it’s the best way. Plus, you can try and pry out of them what they were talking about the other day in the coach’s office.

Looking ahead, you see Sunghoon and Minhee talking, or rather bickering about something.

This might be harder than you thought.

“You are NOT driving my baby, she doesn’t need your hands all over her,” you hear Sunghoon say, arms crossed in defence.

“Come on, man! It’s a 3-hour drive and you look tired. I’ll take the wheel and you go for a sleep in the back,” Minhee retorts, pleased with himself for his reasoning; yet, Sunghoon doesn’t budge, adamant that your brother will never get the driver’s seat.

It’s oddly refreshing to see them argue about something so trivial and not try to tear each other’s character down. They’re nipping at one another like friends do. You and Rina have had your fair share of minisode arguments about throwaway things like this so seeing them do the same makes you smile.

However, you will stop it, just in case Sunghoon gets too riled up - you know how he can get when it comes to his car. You spilled the tiniest bit of your blueberry juice on the seat and he nearly crashed into the traffic light. He’s very dramatic and overly protective.

“Mini, if you drive, I’ll just make out with Hoon in the back the whole drive there,” you laugh.

Your boys turn around at the sudden sound of your voice, both wearing different expressions. Sunghoon’s face upturns into brightness as he sees you, his arms come undone, and his body visibly relaxes. He looks as handsome as ever with his hair styled and smart-casual outfit; grey-collared sweater with black pressed trousers.

Minhee on the other hand is disgusted at the thought of you climbing all over your boyfriend for hours on end. He’s wearing some jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket, it’s his typical choice but he suits it.

Taking your luggage, Sunghoon whispers a ‘hey’ into your lips as he kisses you tenderly. The display of affection only makes Minhee fake gag, “Suddenly, I don’t want to drive anymore,” your brother scoffs, yielding his earlier argument in trade for some peace from the love parade.

You let out a light laugh, moving from Sunghoon to hug Minhee, “You’ve made the right choice,” the airiness in your voice matches the contentment you feel as he hugs you, ruffling your hair in the process.

While Sunghoon puts your case in the boot, grunting about how heavy it is, you take the opportunity to warn Minhee, “Please be nice to him, okay? I want you both to get along.” It’s a simple request but the seriousness in your eyes conveys everything Minhee has to know.

"I'll tolerate him," he pinches your cheek and offers you an understanding smile when he notices your harsh expression, "Okay, I promise I'll be on my best behaviour." He enters the car with hands raised in faux defence.

You knew he'd behave even before you warned him, but you had to do it since the temptation to fall back into habit might be too strong for both of them. That is why Minhee isn't the only one whom you are warning.

As you walk up to Sunghoon, he closes the trunk with a soft thud, "Can you try getting along with Mini today? It'd mean a lot to me if you guys could at least give friendship a shot," you gently suggest.

"I'll do my best to make us leave here best buddies," Sunghoon replies with fake enthusiasm, "But baby, I gotta tell you, the drive here wasn't great. Did you know he sticks his foot up on the seat? Made things pretty uncomfortable for my girl," he says, giving the car's rear a pat, still bothered by Minhee's lack of respect for the second most important girl in his life.

Your brother wasn’t always the best at reading a situation and considering it’s the first time he was in Sunghoon’s car, he should have been a little more gracious. But he’s Minhee, that’s just how he is.

“Did you tell him not to do it?” you ask, looking through the back window to see the back of your brother’s head.

“Obviously, he just ignored me,” Sunghoon feigns a pain in his heart, “It was tragic.”

His dramatic act earns him an eye roll and no reaction, “I will tell him if he does it.”

With the promises sealed up with one more kiss, you both clamber into your respective seats, ready for the long journey ahead.

The roads are busier than normal, a traffic jam on the motorway is going to add an extra 25 minutes to your time. You don’t mind it, given you're not the one driving, but Sunghoon is getting impatient, the fingers on his left hand tapping on the wheel while his right hand subconsciously grips your thigh, using you like his personal stress ball.

Minhee couldn’t be more relaxed, his body has somehow managed to lounge himself over the back seat, phone in his hand as he plays house flipper.

“We should put on the radio or something, might make this go in faster,” you suggest, already reaching for the screen. None of them complain, too busy in their own worlds to notice. This car drive was supposed to bond them and so far the only conversation they have had was to text the coaches and let them know they would be late; hardly riveting.

The speakers quietly play the sound of Sza’s Kill Bill which has both of them bobbing their heads. Even just the addition of music has made the car feel less awkward.

You don’t want to force them to be friends but you also want to say you tried to meld them together in some capacity. These two men are the most precious people in your life and if they don’t get along, your plan to hang out together will be foiled. Even worse, your secret scheme to have Sunghoon over for Christmas dinner would also be ruined. Christmas is already tense enough never mind adding in two people who can’t even speak to one another.

The next song that plays makes Minhee sit up sharply and you whip your head around to look at him.

Maybe it's the way she walked

Singing the song at each other, you and your brother showcase your sibling brain cells by belting out your joined karaoke song. It was unintentional and you don’t remember specifically how it happened, but one day One Direction’s Best Song Ever became the song you would sing together at every function, both of you staying up late to learn the dance and all the dialogue lines. Minhee swore blindly that he would make a better Liam/Leroy than you but you proved him wrong pretty quickly.

The abrupt change in atmosphere jolts Sunghoon to look at you both wildly while you both sing loudly. He does note how Minhee can actually sing and you, well, you’ve got spirit. The smile on his face gradually gets bigger, the happiness between the siblings infecting him.

And we danced all night to the best song ever

We knew every line, now I can't remember

He hasn’t seen you get this excited in a while, the pressure of keeping too many secrets from too many people had a weighted effect on you, yet, now that’s gone, you look as light as a feather, enjoying your life free of guilt and shame, a life where you have Minhee by your side and him on the other.

If it’s the last thing he does, he will make sure to become friends with Minhee by the end of the weekend.

The makeshift choreo you and Minhee created for the verses comes back easily, both your arms flapping around the place, hairography and all the rest of it. The laughter filtering through Minhee’s singing makes you feel like you’re finally home.

Minhee extends a metaphorical microphone to Sunghoon, attempting to draw him into your shared joy. It's not a conscious effort, but rather a natural inclination to include him in this moment, making him feel like a part of the Kang family, even if just for a song. There was also a tiny bit of him hoping Sunghoon had the worst voice out of the three of you, giving him something to slag him about.

“Nope, sorry, I don’t sing,” Sunghoon protests, moving his focus to the ever-so-slowly moving traffic.

“Come on, Hoonie, you know the words! You already told me you were a Louis girl,” you chuckle, also holding out your pretend microphone to join Minhee.

With the Kang siblings eagerly awaiting his participation, Sunghoon relents, quietly joining in the singing. His voice isn’t loud, he’s cautiously singing the song with you and Minhee, letting you both take the lead on it. He appreciates the effort Minhee made to involve him but this is also clearly you and Minhee’s joint thing, he doesn’t want to intervene too much.

However, that’s not sitting with any of you, “Sunghoon put some chutzpah into it!” Minhee encourages.

Minhee is trying his best, the once subconscious act is now intended, he wants you to know he’s trying to get along with your boyfriend despite their past. You deserve that much.

There’s a glimmer of amusement in Sunghoon’s eyes as he gets sucked into the infectious energy of the moment and becomes more vocal. What neither you nor Minhee expects is for Sunghoon’s voice to be as good as it was. You had heard him sing maybe once in the shower but you weren’t paying attention, not like now. Now he has your full attention, leaving him and your brother to harmonise together.

As Niall's part comes on, Minhee playfully nudges your arm, signalling your turn to sing, a cue you eagerly follow. At that moment, the confines of the car seem to expand, enveloping you all in a bubble of pure bliss and laughter. It's something you want to etch into your memory, a snapshot of unfiltered happiness that you'll treasure forever.

The final lines of the song resonate through the air, and a sense of contentment settles over you all, transforming the cold winter morning outside into something warm and inviting, much like a spring day.

Minhee reaches over and pats Sunghoon on the shoulder, offering him a genuine compliment. "You've got a set of pipes on you, mate," he remarks, devoid of any tension, prompting a surprised look from you.

“Thanks, you’re not that bad of a singer either,” your boyfriend relays.

“Nah, it’s just singing next to her I sound like Adele or something,” Minhee pokes fun at you like always, clearly amusing Sunghoon because he just laughs and nods along. Honestly, if making some lighthearted jokes about your singing is the thing that makes them friends, you’ll allow it.

The rest of the car journey is now filled with chatter, mostly you and Minhee reminiscing about your upbringing, telling Sunghoon all the stories that embarrass one another while he drives you closer to the city.

Sunghoon enjoys the way you two interact, it shows him why you were so determined not to hurt Minhee for all those months, putting aside your own happiness for him. Whenever competitions happened, he got to see you and Minhee’s relationship from the sidelines and that made him a little envious.

Ice skating has always been so lonely for him with no time to make friends with fellow skaters because his mum would be pulling him away to go home or keep him on the ice while everyone else went to get a sweet treat after training. His mum made him so lonely that she was the only one he could rely on.

That was until now. Jay and Jake were always there for him but it’s harder for them to understand since they aren’t in the sport directly, whereas you and Minhee both have grown up in the same gruelling surroundings as him.

Sunghoon’s jealousy grew the more he saw Minhee, the loving sister, the nice coach, even a little less toxic of a mother, granted his opinions of her have wildly changed now that he knows everything. But even with that, Minhee seemed to have it all - he had everything Sunghoon wanted.

He would trade in every trophy for a little stability, for his dad to still be alive, to have someone devoted to him no matter what. That’s why when he saw you all those years ago, he knew you had to be in his life.

The hatred he had towards your brother stemmed from his mother’s toxic whispers planting little nuggets of rumours and lies to make him hate Minhee, yet, as he looks at both of you now, he knows it wasn’t hatred, it was envy. And when Minhee said he couldn’t ask you out when he was a teenager, it fuelled anger in him for hogging you.

Your love and kindness shouldn’t be confined to your brother.

But like you said the other day, Minhee was scared to lose you and Sunghoon understood that feeling all too well now.

Enclosing your hand in his, Sunghoon threads his fingers with yours, longing for contact after his brain even thought about you not being with him, even for a second.

You twist your neck to look at Sunghoon, fondly smiling at him. Watching his eyes shake, you know he’s thinking about something that requires your touch; he always did this, no matter the issue big or small, like having you there was enough for him to brush through the knots in his brain and sort it out.

It felt so amazing to be so needed and loved like this.

Minhee interrupts the silent show of love and points out the windshield, “Looks like they know we’re coming,” he sighs as reporters hover outside the hotel entrance, cameras hanging at their sides while they chat about nothing.

Sunghoon and Minhee are used to this but today is the day they’ll make a spectacle over them. For the first time in history, the two rivals are arriving together and not just that, they’re both a day late. It’s the perfect opportunity for them to sniff around and fabricate some sort of story, you’re just scared of what.

Pulling up to the front of the hotel, the reports poise their camera to get the money shot, they don’t know they’re in for a goldmine,

“Remember, head down, no comments, and just get in there,” Sunghoon instructs, earning a scoff from your brother.

“Nah, you can do that, I’m the pleasant prince, I pander to my audience,” Minhee smiles proudly.

This is where they differ in so many ways, how their brands set them apart. You have to say, you’re surprised Minhee is keeping the Princess Diana brand your mum created considering he hates it so much. Then again, it has created more opportunities for him regarding public events and ads.

Your mum was a witch but she knew what she was doing.

It does pose the big question: where is Mum? Is she already here? There has been zero communication between both of you since the phone audio incident, it was sickening to look at her for too long, not that she was home a lot of the time anyway.

However, right now isn’t about her.

“I think Sunghoon might be right, Mini. They’ll hound you about why you and Hoonie are together,” you put forward, hoping he sees your point. But Minhee is Minhee, he loves being in the spotlight.

“It’s all good, Bubs. I got this,” Minhee pats your head, trying to bounce some reassurance into your brain.

Sunghoon is quick to jump in, “No. Minhee, you keep Y/N safe. There’s no way they won’t push and shove for a picture and if one of them touches her I swear to god, Minhee, it’ll be your head on the hotel pole,” his voice is strong and shoulders are wide and sturdy as he speaks.

You suppress the urge to bite your lip as Sunghoon talks, trying not to give away how much his protectiveness turns you on, although, as much as you’re trying to focus your face on staying neutral, your pussy is meowing out for him, the pants you're wearing sticking to you a little.

“Don’t tell me how to protect my sister, okay, I’ve been with her my whole life, you’ve only got a couple of months under your belt,” Minhee retorts, tone annoyed at the accusation that he would do anything other than put your safety first.

If there was one thing that would make them argue, it’s over you.

“Guys, let's just focus on getting into the lobby, okay? No pandering, and no punching,” you point to them for their retrospective warnings. You seem to be intimidating enough because they fall back from their tense gazes and start to unbuckle their seatbelts.

When you step out, the cameras click rapidly, a few flashes getting in your eyes which Minhee’s hand reaches over to protect you from, one hand wrapped around your shoulder and the other covering your eyes. The shutters are more intense once they see Sunghoon coming around from the other side of the car.

A few gasps and ‘whoas’ can be heard as your boyfriend catches up to you both. As soon as that happens, all hell breaks loose.

Sunghoon! Are you finally changing your ways?

Minhee, did you steer Sunghoon away from his reckless life?

I’d watch out, Minhee, Sunghoon might be after your little sister next.

The last one creates tension between the boys on either side of you, as soon as you’re mentioned they both want to physically leap over and slap the journalist silly. You don’t like the inclination either, the idea that Sunghoon would just use you for his own gratification.

Did the reporter say it outright like that? No, but all three of you knew that’s what he meant.

Minhee gracefully bows and smiles as he leads you through the reporters, thanking the ones who respected your need for space.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, remains cold, his look as frosty as usual, displaying little tolerance for the paparazzi's intrusive behaviour. Despite his apparent displeasure, he followed his own advice: keep a low profile and push ahead.

Once the chaos subsides, Minhee gently withdraws from your side, placing a comforting hand between your shoulder blades as he guides you further into the foyer. The interior wasn’t anything fancy; adorned with beige walls, plush couches occupied by guests, and a reception desk manned by two staff.

“Are you alright?” Minhee’s concern was palpable as he peered into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or vision loss. The flashes were extra bright today.

You shake your head, offering reassurance, “I’m fine, it wasn’t too bad, certainly could have been worse.”

The hotel staff promptly retrieves your luggage from the car, each of your party expressing gratitude. Minhee also hands them a tip, slipping in a signature wink as he did so.

Sunghoon huffs beside you, stroking the back of your head, “Fucking ridiculous. They’re acting like they haven’t seen us before,” he states, the patting of your head getting rougher the more he thinks about it, “Heard one of them call us Blades of Glory.”

Minhee lets out a loud laugh, clapping his hands in amusement. The other boy didn’t find anything funny about the situation.

The receptionist checks you all in, a room for you and Minhee, and a room for Sunghoon. He had a double room to himself since his mum wasn’t coming.

One thing Sunghoon refuses to speak about is his relationship with his mum, as far as you’re concerned, they haven’t spoken since the argument a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes when you look at your boyfriend when he is training, you wish he had her there. He assures you it’s for the best but you do mourn it a little, hoping they could patch up their relationship and start anew with him as her son, and her as his mother; no manager roles and athlete, just family love.

Sunghoon isn’t so sympathetic to the situation. Sure, he misses having her around but that’s just because it’s a habit, plus, she was his manager and having to navigate everything on his own was becoming overwhelming, but he’ll manage.

Sadly, he doesn’t even miss her as a mother figure.

Luckily, you’re all on the same floor just 4 doors apart. Once you reach your respective rooms, you kiss Sunghoon, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. His hands run up your back, accidentally picking up your jacket and t-shirt in the process, the feeling of his fingertips leaving a warm trail in their absence.

Sunghoon smiles into the kiss, dipping his tongue into your mouth to taste you. He could do this all day, and some days he has, but this time you have your brother impatiently waiting for you both to untangle yourselves.

“Enough, that’s disgusting,” he retches, fake poking a finger down his throat, “Are you guys always like this or is it your attempt at torturing me?”

Pecking Sunghoon’s lips one more time, you plant your feet back on the ground and face Minhee, “You’re so dramatic. I can kiss my boyfriend whenever I want to,” you sarkily reply.

“Not in front of me you can’t,” he mumbles, face holding an expression of disdain for you and your boyfriend's PDA. He doesn’t protest further, instead unlocking your room and waiting for you to get inside.

Hugging you from the back, Sunghoon leans down, “Come to my room tonight? And the night after, and the night after,” between each request, he kisses your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the last.

The butterflies in your tummy never settle when he’s around and the love in your heart only gets stronger, “I’ll pop in tonight but I promised Minhee I would spend the night before Nationals with him, it’s kind of a thing we have.”

Before every big competition, you and your brother pick a TV show, grab a few face masks and play smash or pass with the cast. You came up with it randomly one night and it stuck ever since, helping him to relax and you to eye up whatever Song Kang drama you manage to persuade him to watch with you.

Nodding, Sunghoon smiles, spinning you to face him, “Sure, makes sense you guys would have a ritual or whatever,” there’s a tiny hint of sadness in his voice which throws you a little.

“I can ask Minhee to swap it to tonight?” you propose but Sunghoon shakes his head quickly.

“No, no. Do your sibling stuff-”

“You’re welcome to come,” Minhee’s voice interjects behind you. It’s strange how quickly Minhee is accepting Sunghoon into your routines and quirks; first it was the song in the car and now this, “You don’t have to but it would suck for you to be on your own the night before a competition.”

You want to ask what happened to your brother and why a clone has taken over his body, but this is exactly what you wanted, so why fight it?

“I don’t know, seems like your thing, I don’t want to just jump into it,” Sunghoon scratches the back of his hand, a habit he has when he’s nervous. In this instance, it’s cute.

“If I’m inviting you, it’s not you ‘jumping in’ is it? Plus, you get to see your precious girl drool over other men right in front of you,” you nudge your brother's stomach with your elbow before explaining to Sunghoon your plans and that you absolutely do NOT fawn over other men.

Everyone knows it’s a lie.

“Then yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Minhee,” Sunghoon is genuinely appreciative of the offer. He’s never had anyone to do things like this with, usually opting to just rest up and force himself to sleep early.

Minhee nods, “Great, just don’t be all kissy and touchy, it’s gross.”

A ping hits Minhee’s phone and as he reads the message, his once relaxed face turns tense, “It’s mum. Wants to take us out for dinner after the press conference,” he doesn’t bother replying, locking his mobile and stuffing it back in his jean pocket.

You don’t want to go to dinner with her, or even see her. Truthfully, you hoped she just wouldn’t turn up, “Do we have to go?”

The pout on your face is exaggerated, your eyes pleading with Minhee to say fuck it and not go, however, he doesn’t give in to you, “I suppose.”

Looking at Sunghoon, they do that stare again, the same one when they came out from their secret conversation at Belmore. They nod to one another, making you even more confused.

Before you can pipe up and ask, Sunghoon gives you one more kiss, “I’ll see you later, baby,” and with that, he retreats to his hotel room. Your boyfriend was probably your best chance at getting information, Minhee is too strong and wouldn’t slip up as easily, so you leave it to rest, hoping that it’s nothing too serious.

One thing is for certain, you know it’s about your mum.

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“Can we steal the soap?” Minhee pops his head around the bathroom door, eyes gleaming with mischief.

You and Minhee are resting up after the press conference. All in all, the reporters asked straightforward enough questions, intrigued by Minhee's secret routine and the promised 'surprise' he hinted at. Of course, you've witnessed the routine firsthand and are eagerly anticipating everyone else to experience it with the same amount of awe as you did.

To your surprise, there were just two questions concerning Sunghoon: one asked whether Minhee and Sunghoon were now friends, and the other asked if Minhee was afraid of his rival. Minhee's reaction to both was a solid 'no', however you think the first answer might change.

You sit up on your bed, rolling your eyes in dismissal of your brother’s question, “No, Mini, we can’t steal the soap.” The one thing about Minhee was that he loved a freebee, and you too honestly but you draw the line on bath soaps that you know no one will use and just collect dust in your toilet back home.

“But if I put it in my case and hide these ones, the staff will need to give us replacements,” he says, showing you the tiny bottle of liquid soap as a way to entice you to agree with him.

"Let me guess, then you'll swipe those too?" you retort, crossing your arms.

Minhee nods eagerly. "Of course!" he says it with such conviction, as if you're missing out on a golden opportunity for more soap.

As you get up, you snatch the bottle from his hand and head to return it to its rightful spot. "I'll just buy you some soap, alright? Let's leave these here. If there's any left, we'll take it home." Sometimes, you feel like you take over the role of your mother when you have these talks with Minhee.

"Fine," he grumbles, flopping onto the mattress. "I'll just ask Sunghoon to swipe me some then."

You whip around at the mention of your boyfriend's name, watching as Minhee starts tapping away on his phone. It's like entering the twilight zone.

"You guys text now?" you ask incredulously, eyebrows raised

“Only for important things,” he mumbles, too busy planning a scheme to get Sunghoon on board with his ideas.

You try to imagine in what world hotel soap is important.

If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that your brother and boyfriend were actually getting along, and not just that, that most of the initiation was from Minhee, you would have cackled in your face. There was no chance in hell of that happening, yet, there is it. All those months of worrying about both of them, the arguments, the fighting, the hatred, all washed away so quickly.

Sunghoon and Minhee aren’t best friends, they tolerate one another; that’s what they are telling themselves at least. Your brother asked for Sunghoon’s number after the conference to ‘keep an eye on him’ but you knew better than that.

Minhee wanted to be his friend because he knew if he did, you would be happy. Everything in his life, he does for you.

A ping sounds from his phone, and a wicked smile spreads across his face, “Ha! See, your boy is on board!” he shows you the text message from Sunghoon which reads ‘If you get the soap, I’ll grab the shampoo and conditioner. We go halfsies?’

“You’re both ridiculous,” you quip, pushing Minhee’s phone away from you.

You can’t deny the warm feeling in your chest as you watch Minhee laugh at his phone, the friendship between them both blossoming in front of your very eyes.

A loud knock on the door startles you both, your hand reaching for your chest at the fright. Was it really necessary for someone to bang the door so ferociously at 5pm, especially when the hotel rooms are already small, echoing the vibrations around the walls?

Minhee stands up, making his way to answer rudely to the person on the other side for almost giving him a heart attack; however, when he opens the door, the last person on earth you want to see barges through your door.

“Ugh, can you believe they’ve put me in a room on the other side of the hotel away from you? Took me 10 minutes just to get here,” your mum huffs, blowing her fringe out of her flushed face. She looks like she’s just run the London Marathon, not walked across a lobby and rode the lift.

It’s amazing how one woman can change the atmosphere of the room. The once happy and carefree vibe you and Minhee were basking in has now been sucked out, replaced with a heavy cloud of anguish.

There’s an anxiety creeping up into your chest as you face your mum for the first time since that day. You were unequipped to handle the situation because of her sudden presence, thinking you would at least have a few hours before she requested you for dinner.

But she’s here, right now, and you have to face this head-on.

She clasps her hands together and spins to face Minhee and yourself, “I have news,” she exclaims, delighted with whatever information she is about to share.

A quick glance at Minhee and you both share the same sceptical expression. He steps closer to you, hoping that you can find some comfort in his presence, which you do but this is also your conniving mother you’re both faced with, anything can fall past her lips, and that makes this ten times more nerve wracking.

“After Sunghoon pulled that god-awful scheme - so sorry, Y/N,” her words speak of condolences yet her tone is anything but sympathetic, “I have found something else.” The delight on her face makes you feel sick. You know Mrs. Park is the biggest cause for this rivalry, so why is she so intent on bringing Sunghoon down to the lowest pits of hell and back?

You nor Minhee have told your mum that you know the audio of Sunghoon was AI-generated, or that you and Sunghoon are back to being as in love with each other as ever, in fact, she might have brought you closer together. Her little plan actually got you and Sunghoon to promise to be one hundred percent honest with each other, especially about your feelings for one another.

Sunghoon meant it when he said he wanted to start fresh, a clean slate, but for him that just meant professing his love to you all over again, determined to make sure you never doubted his true intentions for you ever again. Of course, you did the same, telling him how you would trust him and your relationship before anything else because why on earth do you have any reason not to?

“What are you talking about?” Minhee is the first to speak between you, taking the lead as your bigger brother. He didn’t know what she had up her sleeve but he wouldn’t believe a spoken syllable that came from her mouth; not anymore.

Happily, your mother picks out her phone from her handbag and searches for something. There is a sickening feeling rising in your stomach again, the deja vu washing over you. Minhee senses your unease and rubs your back softly, and as you turn your attention to him, he shakes his head, assuring you that whatever you are going to see will be fabricated.

However, as she passes your brother the phone, you see a video waiting to load and see a familiar-looking lawn.

Oh no.

As Minhee hits play, you see Sunghoon’s fist connect with that boy's face, the same boy that touched you, the night you called him to come get you. The sickness that had stilled before has now reached the tip of your throat, your heart pounding outside your chest only making it boil more.

This is real, this isn’t fake.

The scene in the video is so strange because as you hear your cries for him to stop, you don’t remember it that well. You knew he punched fuck out of the guy but you hadn’t really visually recalled it in your memory, yet, it was like living the feeling all over again.

Your brother watches the video with the same shock and horror as you do, except, he is more concerned by your shrieks in the background. When was this? He ponders to himself, confused as he continues to see Sunghoon beat the boy down. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought Sunghoon killed him. Fuck, he genuinely might have as far as Minhee is concerned.

He recognises the boy in the video, having had a few altercations with Yeonjun and his team himself over the years, so he knows that whatever caused this ruthless beating, it was probably something bad.

“W-where did you get this?” you ask tentatively. If your mother has seen it, anyone could have.

With a glint of victory, she answers, “Facebook of all places! I was just scrolling and someone shared it,” she shrugs, leaving you to battle with the information that your boyfriend's attempt to protect you might be the very cause of his downfall. You recall something he said not too long ago,

“Everything wrong in my life seems to be because of your family.”

Sunghoon spoke those words and you knew they were true, yet, you hoped it excluded you, but this just proves you’re just as bad as your mother.

Minhee feels your distress beside him, your body shaking slightly as you continue to watch the video. He doesn’t know what happened or why but he knows you’re traumatised by it. He stops the video, locking the phone abruptly, “Mum, what does this have to do with anything? This is just a video of him punching that guy from the hockey team,” Minhee tries to downplay it, hoping and praying your mum hasn’t already done something drastic with the video.

“I’m taking it to the board, obviously. He can’t get away with causing violence,” your mum speaks. You take the time in the silence that surrounds the room to wonder if she would be so eager to share the video if she knew why Sunghoon was on his knees, beating the guy to a pulp.

Minhee shakes his head definitely, “No, mum, you’re not,” his voice wavers; this is the first time he has stood up to your mum in such a long time. Her claws were usually so deep into your brother that he stood back and took it, but not any more.

“Huh?” your mum asks perplexed, head tilted to the side in curiosity, “Don’t you see, Minhee, this is how we guarantee you the win, they might let him skate but nullify his points. Remember what we have on the line,” she tries to be secretive but you already know what she’s talking about.

“Stop! Just stop trying to interfere with this, with my skating, with the Parks. Just fucking stop.” The sudden rise in Minhee’s voice makes you jump but he is quick to rub your back again, trying to prove his determination to make this right, for all the times he let her puppeteer him into doing her dirt work.

He breathes out, “I told Y/N everything, and I told Sunghoon. We also know that the phone call was fake and that you’re nothing but a pathetic excuse for a mother,” his voice is venomous, the words harshly leaving his mouth.

Your mum is silent, not even her breath can be heard amidst Minhee’s speech, “You’ve done nothing but hurt us since dad left, constantly blaming me for putting you in debt, never acknowledging your daughter or any of her achievements. I won’t stand here and let you do this anymore.”

“But Minhee-”

“No, you listen to me. I will win on Saturday and when I do, take all the money you get from this shitty bet and fuck off out of our lives, understood?” You stare at the ground with wide eyes, scared to look up and see the anger in Minhee’s face, his voice being scary enough.

It’s unlike your brother to get this angry, you thought the extent of his rage peaked when he confronted you about your relationship with Sunghoon. But this is much worse, more dangerous.

Then again, this is also years of being told you owe your career and livelihood to someone who only uses it against you would also take its toll on you.

Sucking in a breath, your mum moves forward, “What are you talking about, baby boy. I’m your mother,” she tries to soften him up but it won’t work. He’s too far gone in his rage.

“No, you’re not. From this point on, you’re no one’s mum. When you get your winnings, take them and never speak to me or Y/N again. I am sick to the back teeth of you putting unnecessary pressure on me, getting me involved in all this mess with Sunghoon. Not to mention how you’ve been treating Y/N the past few months.”

“You can’t kick me out of my own family!” she protests, all acts of sorrow gone in a flash, replaced with fury.

“I just have. I’m moving out, I’m taking Y/N with me, and this is the last you will see us,” Minhee’s chest is closing in on itself as he finally loses all cool, ready to give your mum everything that’s been waiting for her.

Exhaling, your mum yields, nodding disapprovingly, “You make sure I get my money. You brats deserve nothing considering the life I provided for you both.”

That last sentence confirmed everything you two already knew, it was always about the money. Part of you wonders if it was always about the money, or if that was just something at came along the way. For your peace of mind, you hope it’s the latter.

Despite her ways, you like to believe she did love you guys at some point, and deep down still does.

The tension in the room is so thick, it’s choking you, causing you to clam up and stay silent. You want to say so much; how she never gave you both anything, that it was your dad who set you both up with your lives, how she took away your happiness and put the relationship with the love of your life in jeopardy. You wanted to shout and scream at her, but it was useless. She won’t listen, her face beat red.

Without uttering another word, she goes to leave the room, snatching her phone back, but Minhee isn’t done, “Oh, and don’t think for a second of showing that video to any of the skating board, or else I’ll turn myself in about Sunghoon’s skate and tell the police exactly what you’ve been up to.”

Both you and your mother exchange fearful glances – you, worried for Minhee's cherished career, and your mother, concerned about her potential loss of status and wealth.

Clicking her tongue in irritation, your mother scoffs, shaking her head. "You wouldn’t dare," she argues, trying to convince herself as much as her son.

"Try me. I have nothing left to lose," he retorts.

"You wouldn’t sacrifice your Olympic dreams," she counters smugly, believing she's won the argument.

"I would sacrifice anything for my sister's happiness, a concept you clearly can't grasp."

Your eyes fill with emotion as Minhee's words sink in. Could he really be prepared to give up his dream just to protect you from your mother? To safeguard you from any potential harm. As you lock eyes with your brother, a deep realisation sweeps over you: absolutely, he would.

Your mother walks out of the room in a disappointed huff, leaving behind a heavy atmosphere packed with unresolved tension. Left alone with Minhee, you both silently battle with the weight of the dramatic event that just took place, processing it all in your own way.

As the echoes of your mother's departure fade, a solemn stillness settles over the room, punctuated only by the sound of your shared breaths. You and Minhee exchange a wordless glance, each grappling with the weight of the confrontation that has unfolded.

“The video…you were there. What the fuck was that about?” Minhee questions, his voice not quite accusatory, but still webbed in anger. Honestly, you should have expected it, the bloody scene would be a cause of concern to anyone and after he just said he vowed to protect you, he wanted to know how this situation arose.

"It was a party, about three or four months ago, I think," you begin, weighing your words carefully as you try to gauge how much to reveal to Minhee. Your brother is already teetering on the edge of adrenaline-fueled rage, and recounting the details of Heosun's unwelcome advances towards you doesn't seem like the best idea in the current tense atmosphere.

Minhee listens attentively, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Go on," he prompts gently, sensing the weight of your hesitation.

Taking a deep breath, you continue, "There was this guy who wouldn't leave me alone, and Sunghoon came to pick me up, and well, you saw what happened." You lower your gaze, feeling a pang of shame at the memory of the chaos that ensued that night.

Now, with your mother's hands all over the incriminating video, you feel the weight of the burden resting heavily on your shoulders. If she were to show anyone that footage, it could spell the end of Sunghoon's career – all because of the consequences of your past decisions.

Despite Sunghoon's reassurances that none of it was your fault, the guilt gnaws at you relentlessly. It's one thing to hear those words, but it's another to truly believe them, especially in the face of such dire consequences.

Minhee can feel your body tremble and it softens his mood, his brotherly instincts taking charge over his anger. He pulls you in for a hug, scratching the back of your head to soothe your thoughts.

“I would say I’d kill that hockey player if I wasn’t convinced Sunghoon’s already taken care of it,” he chuckles at his attempt to lighten the mood, but your overthinking is taking hold of you, scared for what will happen.

Knowing you your whole life, Minhee knows what your brain is doing right now, “Hey, you aren’t to blame for any of this. Heosun is the one to blame for trying to take advantage of you,” his fingers dig into your scalp as he says the crime out loud. He can’t stand that he wasn’t there for you during your time of need.

However, he is thankful Sunghoon was there.

He leans back to look at you, your eyes glazed over with thoughts. Patting your head, he tries to reason with your mind, “You can’t let mum’s manipulation make you feel responsible for all of this. Sunghoon is a grown man and he made his choices,” he sees his words infiltrating your doubt, like a soldier breaking down the gate to the castle, “He did what anyone would have done.”

You manage a weak smile, grateful for his support even as the guilt continues to run through you, "I know, but... what if I could have handled things differently?" you mumble, the weight of self-blame heavy in your voice.

Minhee shakes his head, his eyes filled with conviction, “Don’t do that, Bubs. You did everything you could, I believe that.”

His words provide a glimmer of consolation amidst the disarray of your thoughts. For a minute, you allow yourself to lean into his calming presence, drawing strength from your brother's support.

You both sit in silence for a while, needing to calm down from your emotions. The whole ordeal has led you away from a pivotal point in his conversation with your mum, something that you wanted to question.

“What if you don’t win?” you pull your head from his chest, looking up at him concerned. If he doesn’t win, there’s no knowing what your mum might do. She would lose far too much money just to let it slide, not to mention the vendetta she probably has against Minhee after his harsh words.

Calmly, he smiles, “I’ve got it covered, don’t worry.” With a kiss on the top of your head, he releases you from his grip. It’s a clear indication that he doesn’t want to push this conversation any further.

But you can’t help but be concerned.

_____

Pressing your key card to the door, you walk in and instantly hear laughter coming from Minhee and Sunghoon. The sound fills you with a sense of relief, worried that your absence from the hotel room to grab some snacks from the shop down the street was enough time for them to start arguing and throwing punches.

You really should have had more faith in them, particularly after the car journey, yet, you still have a horrible feeling that settles inside your chest because it’s all going too perfectly.

Minhee is doubled over, face red from laughter while Sunghoon’s eyes are wide, an incredulous smile smacked across his features. It’s amazing how well they shine together when they don’t have their mothers putting the weight on their shoulders, forcing them into unhealthy competition.

“She padded it so much to impress you, it was hilarious!” you hear Minhee cackle as he speaks as you shut the door behind you. They haven’t noticed your presence, too caught up in the hilarity of their conversation.

Sunghoon lets out a ‘huh’ in realisation, “That’s what that was? I was so confused, I thought she had a reaction to something,” he chuckles, still processing whatever information Minhee was divulging.

The atmosphere is light, making you smile widely as you walk further into the hotel room, “What are you guys talking about?”

Turning to face you, both boys burst into another fit of laughter as soon as they see you. It makes you self-conscious, suddenly making you wish you checked yourself in the lift mirror before coming back.

Minhee wipes a tear from his eye before letting you in on their little secret, “I told him how you stuffed your bra with tissue paper trying to impress him,” he points his head to Sunghoon who is currently rolling on the bed in stitches.

The memory flashes in your mind as your face falls. You were young, foolish, and watched 13 going on 30 a little too much; it was a stupid idea. In your defence, a rumour was circulating that Sunghoon’s ideal type was someone like Irene from Red Velvet and she was so perfect you tried to look like her, stuffed bra and all.

You stand traumatised for a minute as you start to vividly recall the way your tissue boobs must have looked to everyone else, “Oh my…god! Can you guys shut up, I was like 12,” you groan hiding your face behind the bags of starburst and skittles.

“You didn’t even need a bra,” Minhee argues back, clearly enjoying the torment his story is providing you, “It’s my brotherly duty to tell your boyfriend all the embarrassing stories I have about you,” he’s smug, lips upturned in a grin.

Forcefully, you toss his sweets at his head, aiming for pain. But Minhee has fast reflexes and dodges it easily. Out of all the stories to tell, why did it have to be that one? Couldn’t it have been the one where you accidentally vomited all over him after he punched you too hard in the chest or that time you wrote a marriage proposal to Niall Horan and even set a date. Anything but the padded bra.

Sunghoon is still laughing, also reminiscing about that day, however, he isn’t so embarrassed. To be honest, he didn’t pay much attention, and he certainly didn’t know it was to impress him. Knowing it now only gives him more reason to be completely in love with you because even at 12, you wanted to be with him so much you were willing to change for him.

But he never wants you to change. Not ever.

“I honestly can’t believe you thought that would impress me,” he starts to calm down, beaming up at you; however, he is just as guilty for laughing, so you throw the last packet of sweets at his head. He isn’t so used to avoiding flying objects and you hit him straight on his nose, “Okay, ow!” he winces dramatically.

Sometimes you forget Sunghoon is an only child and didn’t have the sibling reflex, “Shit, I’m sorry, Hoon,” you apologise, leaning down to assess the damage but before you get too close, Sunghoon bursts into laughter once again. Slapping his chest you sit next to him, disgruntled.

Once he has composed himself, he sits up and pulls you into his side, kissing the top of your head, “Honestly, I think it’s kind of cute,” he whispers into your hair, trying to ease your brass neck. You can’t help but smile at his words, glad that he didn’t see you as some pathetic little girl.

You fail to understand that Sunghoon could never perceive you as anything other than perfect. Sure, no one actually is flawless, but you’re pretty close in his eyes; you’re perfect for him.

“Okay, I will stop telling stories if you guys stop acting so mushy,” Minhee relents, opening his packet of Skittles.

Tilting your head up, you place a soft kiss on Sunghoon’s lips, just to add a little torment to your brother which works because he’s fake gagging on his bed. He’s so dramatic but you’ll take the teasing over him holding a grudge about your relationship.

“I love you,” Sunghoon whispers tenderly, his hand squeezing your soft side, “padded bra and all.”

“Shut up, oh my god,” you push him away playfully, trying to act annoyed but it doesn’t really work, you can’t stay angry at him for longer than a day - your entire relationship journey has proven that; even when you fight, big or small, you always find your way back to one another quickly.

You don’t mean to think so seriously in such a lighthearted moment, but you can’t help but be thankful for everything that has transpired. There are times you want to start over completely, not lie to your brother, stick up to your mum, skip the whole ‘friends with benefits’ deal and just be with one another completely. But in truth, it’s just made your relationship stronger, both of you releasing that there isn’t a day you both don’t want to be together.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Sweets?” he asks in a whisper, petting you with love.

You shake your head, “Nothing, just happy. That’s all.” And it was the truth, you’ve never been more content with anything in your life.

Minhee clears his throat, “Guys, seriously. Glad you’re all in love but can we pick a show now?”

Sunghoon and you shuffle to sit on your bed, getting comfy as Minhee flicks through the TV section on Netflix and when you and your brother both see My Demon in recently added, you both turn to one another, smiling brightly.

Your boyfriend isn’t completely aware of your obsession with Song Kang, but he is about to find out.

_____

As the hours go by, face masks have been done and subsequently making the whole room smell of paella and vanilla, you begin to hear Minhee snoring on the other bed; you’re 5 episodes into My Demon and clearly, he has had enough. Fair enough, it is reaching midnight and he is up extremely early tomorrow, but so is Sunghoon and he is wide awake, not caring about his beauty sleep one bit.

In fact, he has started caressing your thigh a bit too close to a certain area. All night he’s found some way to touch you, either a hug, spooning you, or grazing his fingers over any skin that isn’t covered. Luckily for him, your shorts have ridden up just enough to leave the tops and inners of your thighs exposed.

You push his hand away, “Mini is right there,” you speak lowly, trying to caution him off but Sunghoon couldn’t care less, only tracing up further to your core.

“He’s sleeping,” he argues back as he spares a quick glance to a passed-out Minhee.

Honestly, he was so sick of you melting when Song Kang popped up on the TV, he’s not afraid to admit that he’s jealous. Every time you held in a squeal as the actor smiled or had his top off, he knew he had to get you back to reality, back to the time when all you saw was him. It was childish but he doesn’t bother to worry about that, knowing you like it when he’s a bit possessive and clingy.

You sit up straight to face him, eyes flashing in warning, “He could wake up,” you’re trying to reason with him but his face doesn’t show any sense of understanding of how badly this scenario could end. You’ll do a lot with Sunghoon but fucking him while your brother is in the room is a hard pass. He was insatiable, you always knew it, you just thought he had some decorum when it came to having sex in front of family.

Smirking, Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “With how loud you are, he probably would wake up.” Teasing you isn’t the best approach for getting what he wants, he sees that in your peeved expression, “Fine, how about we go to my hotel room?” he offers as a solution.

With his fingers now dancing along the top of your pussy, you quickly agree, already standing up and pulling him out of the room, making sure the door doesn’t slam shut.

Once you both enter his room, he wastes no time, kissing you roughly like he has been wanting to do since you changed into your little pyjamas. The heat from his body is a telltale sign that he’s ready to just ravish you as soon as he gets you naked.

And that he does, stripping you of any material you have on and pushing you onto the bed. You’re a vision in front of him, some hickeys and bruises scattered over your body from the last time you had sex, which in Sunghoon’s mind, was far too long ago.

With hungry eyes, you watch as he sheds his own clothing, revealing his arousal as he strokes himself slowly. Your breath catches in anticipation, craving the feel of him inside you, the throbbing intensity of his desire mirrored in you.

“I’ve got a surprise,” he says suddenly, licking his lips mischievously.

You lean on your elbows, confused by his words, “What kind of surprise?”

Holding a finger up, he bends down to his suitcase, rummaging through it to find something, only making you more curious, “It’s in here somewhere,” he states more to himself than you, his smile widening as he comes across something, “There you are.”

As he stands back up, you look into his hand and your jaw hits the floor, “Where did you get that?”

Sunghoon stands proud as punch as he twirls the pink rose toy in his right hand, smiling at it happily, “I know a thing or two, Sweets.”

You had your own rose toy at home, literally more prized than the award you won a few months ago. It’s your saviour when you’re too stressed or just craving some release when Sunghoon isn’t readily available. You hadn’t told him about it, so you’re a little shocked he had one.

It also looked much better than yours so you’re going to have to sneak it into your bag before you all leave on Sunday.

Snaking his way to you, he shows you it up close, “Y’know, I used to think these toys were the enemy, taking away something from me,” he pauses, spitting on the top of it, rubbing his saliva into the creases of the rose petals, “But then I thought, it could really be an asset.”

Pressing the power button on, the machine starts to vibrate and suck in air, making you swallow dryly in anticipation. You knew how good it felt when you used it on your own so you can only imagine the power it holds in Sunghoon’s hands.

Sleeking it to your folds, he wastes no time in pressing it directly on your clit, wiggling it around to make sure he has it on your sweet point. As you gasp and fall flat on the bed, he knows he’s found it.

Sunghoon knows how it works but this is admittedly his first time seeing it in action and by God was he glad he stumbled across it on Twitter. The way you’re already wriggling under its suck is causing his cock to jump straight up in arousal. This is such a nice change for him, to see how your tits move from side to side as your body responds to the sensation on your clit, your mouth falling open so beautifully as whimpers escape. Normally, he’s got a different view, his head buried where the rose toy is right now; he’ll need to find more ways to witness you from this angle.

“Hoon! It’s-” You don’t get to finish your sentence as he loosens the toy which only makes it suck your clit up harder. What you were going to say is that it’s already got you close, the mix of the vibration and everything else proving a bit too much.

Typically, when you use the toy back home, it’s a 5-minute job, the flower living up to its hype, and now is no exception. But there’s something even more arousing about your boyfriend being in control of it all. If it got a little intense, you could normally pull it away of your own accord, but with Sunghoon in control, you don’t have that luxury; you need to power through the fire that is burning within your nub.

Seeing you close, he licks and bites his bottom lip, thinking of how he can take credit for some of this climax, rather than congratulations only being on the vibrating machine in his hand. He suddenly shoves three of his fingers into his mouth, gathering his spit onto them before brushing them along your hole.

The rose already has you super wet so it’s easy for him to slide his digits right in, getting to work on finding your spongy spot, the very spot that he always curls into and gets you cumming.

With the addition of Sunghoon’s fingers, your eyes roll to the back of your head, only the whites of your eyes visible. It’s intense and you’re going to cum so hard over his fingers you might genuinely be spent after this one orgasm.

Like a crash, you cry out his name, chanting a few swear words for punctuation as you cum. Your clit throbs and puffs out as you orgasm, only making the toy have more to suck and pulse onto. It’s like heaven and hell all came at once, not sure if the pleasure outdoes the pain or vice versa. To be fair, the pain isn’t excruciating, you just feel yourself being overstimulated by the rosebud and Sunghoon’s fingers which isn’t a bad thing, just takes some time to adjust.

Sunghoon’s fingers thrust into you fast, each time he drags it out, more of your essence is left on the hotel covers, painting them a darker shade of ivory. He thinks it’s a waste, how the bedsheets get to soak up your juices when it should be his tongue, but he can’t change up the pace now, your body speaking the words you can’t. You’re enjoying this far too much.

“Sunghoon, please!” you whine while your body instinctively tries to retreat from his touch to find relief.

“You want something, baby?” he asks so innocently, his fingers still thrusting into you with velocity, “Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

He sits on his knees, looking down at you to wait for your response, one he knows will take all your strength to muster. You’re a sight to behold; eyes screwed shut as you try to work through the overstimulation yet your mouth breathing out loud moans.

“Cock,” is the only word you can say, so drunk on the pleasure that you’re practically dumb in lust, not a thought in your brain other than getting fucked by Sunghoon’s thick cock.

He laughs lightly, shaking his head, “You want my cock?” your boyfriend’s ego is already big but when he gets you into bed, it increases tenfold. He adores that you want him and his body just as much as he wants yours.

“Fuck, yes, Hoonie, please,” you beg, trying to remove both his hands so he’ll just slip into you.

“You’re so fucking irresistible,” he says huskily, his heart swelling in his chest with pride.

However, what you want him to do is remove the toy with his fingers, which is clearly a pipe dream since the next thing that happens makes you scream.

His fingers are replaced with his long cock, but he doesn’t remove the toy from your aching nub, rather, moving it even more directly over you, dancing it along with your body as you try to get away. He’s being so cruel to you, causing this torment of excessive stimulation.

Sunghoon doesn’t see it that way though, he knows when you finally relax and ride through the burning, you’ll be begging him to keep going. Also, with every thrust of his cock into your tight pussy, he gets a jolt of vibration hitting the end of his shaft, giving him a new sense of pleasure.

He hasn’t ever used toys on himself, his hand and you being all he needs, but he might just have to find a few new ways to incorporate some toys into the mix. Perhaps he can convince you to let him use a massager in the future.

Jackhammering into you, he throws his head back, getting lost in the feeling of your walls slamming down on him. Your body is busily thrashing beneath him, only giving the tip of his member new areas to get in amongst.

“You feel so fucking good, Sweets,” he groans out, only going faster and deeper into you. The toy is an excellent companion, however, it’s limiting his horsepower, wishing he could just bend you in half and drive into you with no mercy.

Finally, he takes the flower from your clit, and your body instantly relaxes. The cold air whisking over your hot pussy is like breathing in fresh air after being in a stuffy room for too long; it’s heaven.

It doesn’t take Sunghoon long to find a new purpose for it though, placing it over one of your hardened nipples, “Hold that there for me, baby,” he asks, making sure that your nipple is full inside the hole of the toy. You feel the vibrating all the way up to your jaw, but you oblige, anything for him to fuck you like he always does.

Getting into a new position, he finds a new harsher rhythm, his pointed thrusts snapping into you with the purpose of getting you both off. Sunghoon’s entire body is rocking, the bed squeaking lousy under you both, only drowned out by the clusters of your moans.

Before you know it, you’re cumming again, this time, you think you’re going to squirt all over him, the feeling of release far too intense to be a normal few sprits that will coat his cock. Instead, you roar loudly, like no noise you’ve ever made before, one of those groans that comes straight from your toes and through your chest. You lose grip of the toy and focus on finding anything to anchor onto, scared you might float away with your second climax.

Hearing you cry out erupts a drive in him, his hips moving into you just as you like it. Flinging your legs over his shoulders, he grabs both of your hands in his and piledrives into you, his lips finding yours in a fevered kiss.

You can tell he’s close too, the heavy rise and fall in his chest a dead giveaway. His cock is leaking cum into you in short bursts, causing his hips to jerk quickly into you, almost like he’s trying to make sure his dick is stuck inside you as deep as it can possibly go.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, a little bit of drool falling from his lips which you gladly lick up before slipping your tongue into his mouth. Sunghoon can’t stop cumming inside you, each time he thinks he’s finished, a few more ropes escape him.

You can feel both of your cum running down your ass cheeks, the escaping liquid running hot as Sunghoon musters up any energy he has left to hold himself above you, “I think I might have set a new record for how much cum can spill from a man,” he laughs, giving you eskimo kisses.

Reaching over, you turn the rose toy off, leaving the room filled with only your intertwined heavy breaths and laughter. You feel so happy in this moment that you could honestly die happily right now.

Sunghoon climbs off you, pulling you up with him, leaving a gentle his on your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to find something to clean you both with. You lean over the bed, finding one of his t-shirts sitting in his suitcase and putting it on your spent body. The best part of spending any form of time with Sunghoon is stealing his clothes.

Walking back in with a face cloth, he wipes your pussy and thighs down, his fingers fishing out any cum remnants left. The sudden curling of his finger makes you clench again, “Sorry, Sweets. That was just a lot of cum, need to make sure it’s all out,” he whispers.

“I’ll go pee, that’ll help,” you say back, pushing him away to give you a pathway off the bed to excuse yourself to the toilet.

While you’re in there, he tidies up and puts on some fresh boxers, his cock still softening from the intensity of the fucking it just had. As he picks up the rose toy he smiles, chucking it into his case with a promise to use it at least once more before you leave.

“Tomorrow is a big day, huh?” your voice travels from the bathroom as you wash your hands.

“I suppose so,” Sunghoon responds, a little too nonchalant.

He should be nervous, it’s a massive competition that is broadcast to thousands. Sure, he has done this a few times but surely with the ankle injury, he should be a bit apprehensive about going out there.

You climb onto the bed and sit on his lap, arms circling his neck, “Why don’t you seem worried about this?” you ask, playing with the ends of his dampened hair.

In response, he shrugs, “I’m the number one skater, why should I be?” This isn’t his normal cocky attitude, this is something else. He knows something that he’s not telling you.

And you’ll be damned if you’re kept in the dark about another thing.

“Tell me the truth, Sunghoon. We promised not to lie to one another anymore.”

“It’s not lying if I just withhold information,” he replies, his lips trying to distract you as they pepper kisses up your neck and behind your ear.

But you push him away before you do get too into it, “That wasn’t the case when I ‘withheld information’ about Minhee breaking your skate,” you retort, hating to bring up the past but when push comes to shove, you’ll do it.

Closing his eyes, he nods in understanding. Sunghoon knows you’re right, you don’t deserve to be in the dark, “I’m throwing the competition tomorrow.”

The room goes quiet as you process his words. At this moment, you feel a sense of burden creeping back onto your body, “What do you mean throwing it? You haven’t lost a competition like this since you turned 16.” He isn’t the Nation’s best skater for nothing, he’s proved time and time again that he’s not to be underestimated.

Suddenly, the conversation with his mum pops back into your head for some reason. Her lack of acknowledgement of Sunghoon’s talents must have been with him for so long - fuck, they might still be with him. Maybe he’s throwing it in defiance?

He sees you think it over and over before he finally interjects, “I’ll still place top 3, Sweets. I’m just making sure he comes first, that’s all.”

“Why would you do that? You know if he finds out, he’ll be livid.” You can’t imagine Minhee ever wishing Sunghoon to yield it so easily, your brother worked too hard to perfect his routine to win by some giveaway.

“Okay,” he breathes out, knowing this conversation is about to get a little difficult, “We both decided it, actually. That day we went into the coach's office? Yeah, that’s what he wanted to talk to me about.”

“You want me to what?” Sunghoon asks, accompanied by a scoff.

Minhee bites his tongue from making any rash comment, needing the other skater on his side for his plan to work, “I want you to throw Nationals.”

Letting a venomous laugh out, Sunghoon shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re seriously asking me to purposefully lose at Nationals after everything you’ve done to me? To Y/N? You can forget it.”

Storming off, Sunghoon can barely reach the door before Minhee swings him back around to face him, a fire in his eyes that Sunghoon has never seen before, “Look, this isn’t for me. It’s for Y/N.”

“Yeah of cours-”

“Let me fucking finish, Park,” Minhee snaps, his voice raised and arm gripping Sunghoon a little rougher, “Y/N told you about our mum, how she has stakes on me winning?” he waits to make sure you did actually have such a conversation with your boyfriend, to which Sunghoon nods, waiting for your brother to continue, “If I win, she gets a boat load of money, it’s all illegal and there are rules and stakes that I don’t even know the full detail of but either way, she’s playing it dirty with some big bosses. She took money from some guys to put the bets on, y’know?”

Minhee’s explanation isn’t convincing his counterpart, wondering where you come into this, “I don’t hear Y/N’s name in this. If your mum has a gambling addiction, that’s between her and the guys she’s fucking over, not my girl.”

“The bets are in Y/N’s name.”

“What?” Sunghoon yanks his arm from his grasp, stepping back a little, “You mean she’s tied up in all of this?”

Nodding, Minhee feels the familiar boil of rage within him. He still can’t fully comprehend how his mother could do this to you, she is meant to look after you, not cause you harm, “I know, it’s fucked. If mum loses these bets, guess who everyone is going to be gunning for?”

Sunghoon’s heart quickens, the thought of you being in danger is making him feel sick and the words hang heavily in the air between the two people who love you the most. Your entanglement within this mess of a web was the last thing Sunghoon thought Minhee would say.

“So if you win, and she gets the money…”

“Then they get their cut. Happy days, my sister is no longer in danger,” Minhee rubs his temples, trying to give his brain a moment to gather itself before he divulges the rest, “I’m telling you this because I know you love her and as I said, you’d be doing this for her.”

There is so much to think about that Sunghoon’s brain is sparking out a little, but one thing is for certain, he is going to do everything in his power to protect you, “Fine. I’ll lose. But how do we know your mum won’t do something else?”

“I don’t,” Minhee confesses truthfully. He has no idea if she’ll even give the men their cut once he wins, “I’m gonna tell her that I know about her gambling and the illegality of it all, hope that scares her enough to not try and fuck any of us over, y’know?”

“That’s all you’re going to do? The love of my life is out there with a target on her back and you’re just going with a presumption that she’ll back off by a threat?” There is steam coming from Sunghoon’s head and his fists are balled up in rage. This isn’t something to be taken lightly.

Minhee holds in his frustration, knowing Sunghoon is only looking out for you, but the lack of faith in him is making it increasingly difficult to keep his cool, “She might be your girlfriend, but she’s my sister, alright. I have been doing everything in my willpower to keep her safe since we were little…Listen, I know my mum, she’s scared and I can see it. She’s way deeper into this than she knows how to deal with, she wants that money and to get away from those gambling sharks, yeah? My mum won’t do anything like this again, I feel it.”

It’s a hunch, a loose, untrusted huch, but it’s all he’s got. He just wants to protect you right here and now. If your mum stoops low enough to bring you back into a mess like this, he’ll sort it when the time comes.

Seeing Minhee’s resolve, the raven-haired boy retracts, calming down. He knows Minhee is trying his best, and if he can keep you out of immediate danger by coming in second at a competition, he will gladly do it.

You sit still, processing the bomb that has just been dropped on you. The gambles being in your name is something you had no idea about, hence why they probably didn’t tell you about this grand plan.

What does someone even do in this situation?

Sunghoon rubs your arm reassuringly, trying to get you to speak or even make a noise of acknowledgement. He can’t imagine how difficult it must be to hear this for the first time but he knew that he couldn’t tell you; if he let you in on Minhee and his secret, you would have tried to solve the problem yourself, to help everyone else in the situation as best you can, and he couldn’t watch you do that, not when none of this was your fault.

“Don’t throw it,” you say firmly.

Sunghoon freezes, his hand stilling on your arm as he looks at you, surprise evident in his eyes. He hadn't expected those to be the first words to break the heavy silence that enveloped the room, “What the fuck are you talking about? Are you crazy?”

Perhaps you are, but you can’t watch anyone sacrifice their livelihood, especially a chance of gold at Nationals, just for you. It’s selfish, on both your part and your mother's. No, you didn’t ask to be put in this situation, but there was something you could do now.

Unfortunately, this is what Sunghoon was afraid of.

“You saw Minhee’s skate, he’s phenomenal. I want him to win this properly,” you confess quietly, still struggling with the information relayed to you only minutes ago.

“What about your mum? Sweets, this is a full-proof plan to get you both away from your mum, to let you both live without her mess,” his left hand cradles your cheek as he moves closer to you, as if hearing the solution from a closer distance would suddenly help change your mind.

It won’t, you’re determined to have this conversation end your way the only option forward is, “Please, Hoonie. If he loses, we will deal with it…but I believe in Mini so much, especially after seeing the rehearsal a few weeks ago. I want him to know he can win this on his own merit.” Your eyes search for any ounce of understanding.

Sunghoon's brow furrows in frustration, his mind racing with the weight of the decision before you both. He wants nothing more than to protect you, to shield you from harm, but he also knows that he doesn’t want to upset you and go against your wishes.

Taking a deep breath, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his embrace offering silent reassurance and support. "Okay," he says finally, his voice tinged with resignation. "We'll do it your way. I won’t throw the competition but ONLY if he does well. He’s on before me on the card so I’ll make the call then,” he can barely believe he’s agreeing to this.

A mixture of relief and fear wash over you. You understand the gravity of his concession, knowing that it's not an easy decision for him to make. It fills you with gratitude that he actually listened to you.

"Thank you, Hoonie," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you lean into his embrace, seeking solace in his comforting presence. "I promise, we'll figure this out together. And Minhee... he'll do amazing, I just know it.”

The belief you have in your brother is something Sunghoon only wished for growing up, seeing how determined you are to make sure Minhee knows he’s talented enough to win and solve this mess by just being good at what he does makes your boyfriend a little envious. He knows why Minhee is so protective of you, but now seeing how you protect and only do the right thing for one another, putting your sibling before anything else, it’s admirable.

“What time is he on?” you ask, twiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“2:35pm. I’m on at 3:45pm so I’ll see the scores and whatever in plenty of time to determine what to do.” There is a new sense of life in Sunghoon, certain that no matter what happens tomorrow, he’s going to make sure you and Minhee walk out happily, with no worries perched on your shoulders.

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leviscolwill · 6 months

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something to give each other

pairing: situationship!jude x reader

summary: jude and you are nothing complicated, until one night when you need him more than anything [wc:~800]

contents: angst & fluff at the same time bc why not + maybe a tiny bit suggestive ? idek if this classify as suggestive tbh

note: ikkk it's very short and that's a shit summary just read pls 😓 if u liked it, lmk by reblogging !!

now playing something to give each other by troye sivan...

you don't know what brought you two together. maybe it was the magnetic energy that he had to him, or maybe it was the way your personalities completed each other perfectly. either way, you found yourself wishing your paths never crossed a bit too often.

you and jude weren't anything serious, it was ‘less complicated’ this way according to him. you hung out with your shared friends and when everyone else was heading home, you would share a uber to his house or yours. it was simple really, you both got what you wanted by the end of the night.

and tonight, you needed him to take your mind off this awful day. you couldn't wait for him to make you forget about those stupid exams and these stupid arguments with your friends.

you didn't take the time to greet him like you usually did before kissing jude's lips, maybe bolder than he expected. his fingers gripped your jaw and forced you to slow down and separate from him.

“what's with you tonight?”, you could only roll your eyes at his comment, small talk being the last thing on your mind tonight. thankfully, your fingers raking the skin under his shirt was enough to shut him up. “i just need you, please jude.”

his eyes closed, it was hard to resist your pleas but your voice had a tone that was different than usual and he didn't want you to do something you might regret later, “no, you need to tell me what's going on, we're not doing anything if you don't.”

“fuck off, you never ask me about anything and suddenly you're interested in what's going on?” you couldn't understand the sudden switch in his behavior, it had always been just sex, why complicate it now? “i just need you to kiss me, take off my clothes, and make me feel good, is this too much to ask for?” you could feel your eyes well up in tears the more you spoke, already frustrated by your day, and not wanting to argue with him.

“it's fine if you don't want to have sex, i'll just text someone else.”, of course you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, if anything you would leave and cry yourself to sleep in your bed. jude's thumbs wiped tears that you didn't notice were falling before cupping your face in his hands. his eyes looked into yours in a way you weren't used to, your eyes fell on the floor from the intensity of his gaze, but two of his fingers were already tilting your face up, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

the silence between the two of you was becoming embarrassing, “i'm sorry about… all of this, i'll just go. sorry.” you couldn't even turn your back to him before his hand found your wrist, “you're not going anywhere. stay the night, please.”

you couldn't hide the frown on your face, confused by his words, “but you said you wouldn't…” the boy in front of you dramatically pretended to get offended, “this information might surprise you, but my life doesn't revolve around sex.” the giggles that escaped your mouth brought back a smile on both your lips.

jude's hand brought you to his room, although you knew the way all too well already, the warmth of his hand in yours brought you a sense of comfort that you didn't know you longed for. he handed you a shirt that was probably twice your size but would be perfect to sleep in. you embarrassingly looked around you before asking him to turn around, he complied but laughed his back now facing you.

“i've seen you naked so many times already, you shouldn't care about this love” heat was creeping up your face thinking about what he was hinting at, “s’ just different that's all…” your voice was barely audible, and you couldn't even tell if jude heard your words. you got under his sheets and told him he could turn around, his bed now significantly warmer with him next to you.

even with his eyes shut, jude could tell you were tense laying next to him ramrod straight. you felt his arm around you pull you closer, your face now nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

you felt him shift a bit, and kiss the crown of your hair. the action made you heart skip a beat or two and relax more. you hoped you did a good job at pretending to be asleep because you didn't want to deal with the consequences of his ambiguous gestures in the morning. his fingers slowly stroking your hair were lulling you to sleep for real this time.

jude stopped once he heard your light snores and pressed on one more kiss on top of your head. he didn't let himself fall into the arms of morpheus though, already thinking about how he would fix whatever he started tonight.

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satoruhour · 5 months

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Helllooo!!!! I hope you're doing well<33 I'm not sure if you're taking requests so this can be taken as a random rant as well. (I'm in my exam week-depressed-stressed era lol) but is it just me Or the animated version of choso and the mans voice actor just doubled his hotness!?? Hence why me is here to ask if you could do a choso street racer au, could be anything from him meeting at a race or him taking them drifting? Idk but I just need more racer choso au's😭😭😭

LUCKY DIME

a/n: oh no my love i hope your exams went well and that you’re resting comfortably now ❤️ OFCCCC i planned to write a racer!choso for so long i just didnt have any motivation / tagging @screampied

wc: 3k

warnings: racer!choso, reader is ‘dating’ a weirdo, fem!reader, threat of sexual assault (from weirdo guy), threatening harm, flashback, unsafe driving tendencies (dont follow them in this fic lol pls drive safely), semi-public sex (parking lot), car sex, slight nipple play, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, finger sucking, implied multiple rounds and p -> v sex later on, n*sfw under the cut

choso hasn’t always been open about his origins — moving from the shimotsuma district to shibuya just two years ago in need of quick cash to send back to his struggling mother. it was a hard decision on both ends, with his mother advocating more for him to leave for a better life than the one she could offer. he acquiesced with a promise to earn enough to send back to her every month in return for the secret stash she provided for him and that promise meant everything. he was going to get money no matter what.

even if it meant meddling with the local yakuza, doing petty little tasks of collecting money, escorting the people important to the oyabun to their meeting places, being on lookouts while gambling and prostitution happens indoors. choso would never write back to his mother on what he’s been doing to get so much money, but if he’s able to send a hefty amount back to her on every 29th, he’s satisfied.

that is until he’s met with a couple arguing as they walk along the alleyway, creating such a ruckus that choso’s sure they could power the whole of shibuya — well, more of the man, anyways, saying something about racing and cars that he’s not even sure he catches on.

“well, if you just listened to her and opted for a flat-plane rather than use a cross-plane, maybe you wouldn’t have lost the race!” you’re throwing your hands up, struggling to walk behind in these new heels you bought while you navigate the dark alleyway. for a boy who’s expressed interest in you, he wasn’t doing well in trying to keep you one bit. you’d say he’s rather annoyed that you know so much about cars, trying to genuinely help him while he just sees it as attacks.

“yeah, well, if you kept your mouth shut, you wouldn’t have embarrassed me about losing to noritoshi.” you roll your eyes, unaware you’re passing a dangerous area with dangerous activities behind the door choso was guarding, nor do you notice the way the bodyguard perks up at the name of noritoshi, who sounds awfully familiar.

you scoff, “trust me, you embarrassed yourself the moment you tried to challenge the dude,” it was meant to be a harmless comment; noritoshi could never measure up to the famous four, but he practised his drifting hard enough and put in the hard work, stayed humble. he was everything that your “man” wasn’t, and it was only deserved that he didn’t win. ultimately, you didn’t expect much from a man in the illegal racing scene who only cared about who had the nicest engines and paint finishes.

“what’d you say?”

choso keeps a close eye on the both of you.

“it was nothing—” you sigh, reaching out to grab at his arm to get him to stop shouting so loud when you notice the person standing in front of a shady door — twin pigtails hairstyle with a dead look in his eyes and a tattoo across his nose, dressed up in a suit. it was scary enough walking through a dimly-lit alleyway, but your fear heightens when your eyes fall upon the surroundings of ashes of late night campfires, dried blood along the walls, and used condoms on the floor.

“no, no, tell me what you said, just so i know that i heard you right,” your “man” insisted, stepping up so close to you that your nerves were on high alert from the proximity and the possibility of that someone just a few feet away inflicting harm on the both of you.

“it was nothing! i just meant that you didn’t have a chance against noritoshi from the st—” it’s like you hit a sensitive nerve, because the next thing he’s doing is grabbing your wrist and dragging you along, not aware of how choso perks up even more, ready to leave his post. it borderline hurts with the way he grasps at your skin, paired with the discomfort of your heels and outfit, you can’t just wait to get home and rest up.

“ohh, so that’s what you said!” the man continues to tug you, not heeding your pleas for him to stop, “might as well just leave you here with the yakuza to see whether you stand a chance.”

that’s what the man was guarding . . wait.

a shout wretches out of you when you notice there’s no shadows at the door that’s lit simply with fluorescence at the same time the mysterious man has one hand each on your arms.

“who are you—” your “man” has the gall to speak first, shocked at the stronger grip of the other when he tears the fingers away from your wrist before stumbling back. the mysterious guy simply tugs you into his hold, levelling the other with just a stare from his eyes that’s got him babbling and stuttering in fear. you hate to admit that once the man beside you speaks, your body curls into his side — it’s like a smooth cup of coffee that you gravitate towards.

“do you want to repeat what you just said?” choso puts you behind him as he approaches the other, one step taken while the cowering one takes one step back. “because i can always open the door i’m guarding and let them take care of you, instead.”

“t-that wouldn’t be necessary—” he’s adamant on his threatening, taking out a flip phone and dialling numbers one by one, no doubt the number of his boss. he doesn’t even look at you, eyes trained on the pigtailed man as he continues to dial the number and pressing call. if choso’s being honest, he’s about to shit himself just as much, never having called his saiko-komon personally before so he only fakes the number, thanking the heavens that someone somewhere decided to call his boss’ phone just at the same time.

they all hear it, the familiar nokia ringtone from behind the door, but in choso’s ear, all it says is that it’s an invalid number that garners no answer. he talks over the operator’s voice anyway.

“yeah, i need you to take care of this guy. just outside here—” that’s enough for him to go running away, puddles splashing and his voice crying out for civilisation, although you’re not too happy yourself, afraid for your own fate. kept like a pet for the yakuza? made to work for them to pay off this small helping hand? commit—

you sit up from the hood, “you called a fake number?!” it’s hard to say when that fateful meeting turned into this over the past few months, asking choso to recount the night the two of you met out of curiosity when you realise that your yakuza-accountant boyfriend had dialled a fake number the whole time.

“i had just joined! i wasn’t going to phone my boss . .” he sheepishly says with head turned to you, and while you’re giving him brutal smacks on the shoulder (“what! if! he! hadn’t! run! away! were you going to let a phone operator beat him up?”), you’re still thankful he decided to step in at the right time even if his heroic act had been brought down a notch by this revelation.

it’s then that he asks about the whole racing thing you were involved in but you’re taken aback by the fact that he wasn’t going to make you do anything in return. even if the alley had boasted its dubiousness, you realise than the man standing in front of you was not much older than you, a childish sparkle in his eyes when you entertained the question. with a random number in your phone, it was up to you if you wanted to text him, but after a few races, you think that he was just too handsome to pass up.

choso picked up racing and drifting fast, joining your small group of friends of yuji, megumi and nobara who were all rising up the ranks. it was difficult, knowing the famous four, but it didn’t hurt trying to build a reputation in the underground scene. he practised around the docks, crashing into crates, sending the seagulls flying, and almost sending your scrap car over the edge.

“tokyo is pretty at this time of night,” choso mumbles as he sits up, too, liking the way you scooch closer to him on the hood of his 1967 Ford Mustang.

“tokyo is cold, i’m lucky i’m not freezing to death.” you tease him even when you’re wearing his warm jacket, squealing when his cold hands make it under the jacket and your shirt.

“how are you cold, that jacket’s wool!” he nestles his face into your neck, freezing nose touching the skin there and you giggle, trying your best to push him away. choso says that, but he’s happy to see you in his jacket while his arms tingle with both frost and lovesickness. “you’re just extra sensitive to the cold.”

before you can retaliate, though, he’s pulling away from your body heat to look you in the eye; it was a wonder he even got you, a girl who’s just so passionate about cars and who taught him everything he needed to know about it. six months down the road, he’s writing about something other than living paycheck to paycheck again, getting in some extra money from racing as well.

“wanna drive?”

you grin, hopping off his hood before jumping into the car beside him and he only laughs at your enthusiasm, hopping in after you and starting the ignition. you wish it was like this before every race: you beside him in the passenger seat as he gets ready to race against his opponent. the rev of the engine always excites you, knowing you contributed to the many modifications of his Mustang. but choso always says it’s dangerous for you — so you’re left to watch from the sidelines.

but now, as choso drifts down the mountain, you can’t help but stare at him as he changes gears every few seconds, hair blowing everywhere from the wind outside before he reaches the base and races off into the main road. you’re shouting in excitement, music blasting loudly from the cassette player while you dominate the streets at night.

“d’you think i can break 190, sweetheart?”

your jaw drops, “while drifting?” he nods, “you’re insane . . yeah, do it.”

choso’s laughter feels infinitely heavenly, stepping on the accelerator on a fairly empty road. he’s familiar with the traffic of the roads too, so at 4am, it’s basically deserted when he speeds down the gravel while he tries to break the speed limit. you feel on top of the world, a pretty road full of green lights on every turn; there’s a couple of sharp screeches from his tires as he navigates shibuya.

“hear that increased throttle response . .” you whistle when he presses his foot into the accelerator again, Mustang speeding off into the streets while you look over to him: hand holding the stick shift and one hand on the wheel. he’s as pretty as you remember him six months ago and his beauty truly hits you in the moment that you unconsciously rub your thighs together.

“all thanks to you, baby,” feels like the final blow, not knowing the effect he has on you until you’re waiting until he slows down to place your hand atop his on the steering wheel. there he lets you steer where you want to go, face melting into recognition at the place you’re taking him to.

“you’re nasty.” in the abandoned car park, he giggles when you’re shushing him as you make your way to the backseats, levelling him with a stare that begged him to hurry.

“yeah . . whatever, you like it.”

choso grins, switching off the ignition and climbing in after you, making you forget all about the cold season of japan in mere minutes. his lips collide with yours and his body naturally pushes yours to the leather seats, driving you crazy just with his mouth. his hands make quick work of your skimpy outfit, inching past your tight halter top and to your tits. you gasp softly into the kiss.

“may i?” even after all this time, choso still asks for permission, pulling down your top and bra when you nod.

his mouth is both warm and gentle when it meets with your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud and eyes looking up at you just to relish in the hooded lids and soft moans you give him. his free hand fondles your other, squeezing and playing, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“just s’soft . . always,” he hums into your chest, kissing you down bit by bit and making you wait for it with each teasing journey he makes. there, he manoeuvres himself onto the floor, kneeling on the carpeted finishing as your knees hook onto each shoulder. the car is filled with your laboured breathing, watching him slowly undo the straps to your uncomfortable heels. it’s excruciatingly slow, pulling at the strings and removing each shoe before his lips leave fire along your shin, up to your thighs and to your pulsing core.

“choso . .” you whine, hips bucking off the leather.

all he does is laugh, hands spreading your legs before he’s licking his lips at the mess you made in your skirt, panties and back of the fabric soaked right through. your boyfriend pulls you forward with a certain fervour that makes you yelp and you match him with a nervous grin as he tugs away the underwear and marvels at the arousal that just sticks to your pussy, pretty and dripping right in front of him.

you have no warning before choso indulges himself in your cunt and you cry out in surprise, hand tangled up in the mess of his hair that falls from his pigtails. his warm tongue laps at your clit like a man starved, slurping up all of your arousal into his tongue. the cold weather is just the cherry on top, cold wind wafting through the walls and the windows, making you extra sensitive.

“c-cho—” you hum, one hand lost in his black locks while the other clutches tightly onto the seats for any sort of anchor while choso only pushes his face further in between your legs. he can feel your pussy clench around nothing, switching between sucking and flicking his tongue with a relentless pace that threatens your sanity. “t-too much . .”

all he does is laugh into your centre, eyes flitting to meet yours while he continues his ministrations, arms wrapping around your thighs. choso moans at how good and sweet you taste, a curious hand moving from your legs right to your hole where he plays with your folds. gently, he pushes past your walls and you whimper from the intrusion, clamping down around his finger.

“relax, darling, i got you,” he softly says, relaxing his pace just a bit as he starts to thrust his finger. while slow, his tongue doesn’t stop, however, still continuing to make the lewdest noises.

“pussy so damn sweet,” he groans, nuzzling his face right into your sloppy core before teasing a second finger; it’s easy to slip in but he still warns you wordlessly, inching them right in until they reach the knuckles, “and so tight, too—”

the car is filled with the smell of sex, the sounds of your pussy and your endless moans as choso starts to pump his fingers in and out, reaching so much deeper than any of your toys can and stretching you out just right. your hips buck uncontrollably as you feel that coil in your stomach, knowing that you were only going to get even more of this before choso properly fucks you — but it’s all he promises, that to make sure you’d cum on his fingers and tongue thrice before he even thinks of railing you like you deserve.

“c-choso, your fingers—!”

“yeah?” it’s breathless, bottom half of his face all soaked and wet, but he goes right back in.

“mmfuck— cho, cho, p-please . .” your words are jumbled up, babbling through your teeth while his fingers gathers all of your juices, “i’m g’nna—”

choso thinks you’re just perfect like this, moaning as much as you want in his Mustang and spread out just for him to eat. he cannot keep his eyes off you, curling his fingers just a bit to find your sweet spot as he flicks your bundle of nerves as his eyes stay on the way your lips part for little pants to escape. your eyes have fluttered close by now but he doesn’t mind as you continue to push his head towards your cunt.

“cum on my fingers, my love,” the other groans, words muffled a little, “cum on my tongue like a good girl.”

“cho— f-fuuck . .” you writhe around on the leather seats as you reach your peak, voice descending into a silent scream while your jaw hangs open. at his peripheral he can see and feel your thighs tremble while you chant his name like a prayer, over and over until you think your voice is hoarse. his seats are wet, no doubt, and you wince seeing your cum decorate the leather, but choso quietens your worries as he leans up to give you a kiss. you can taste yourself.

“taste good?” you’re ruined despite it being your first orgasm, answering half-heartedly before slumping, a soft moan leaving you when he removes his fingers and strings of your arousal stick to each digit. his hand naturally gravitates towards your mouth, fumbling with your lips before he pushes in — distracted, he takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto your cunt again and you mewl loudly.

“that’s just the start,” choso grins, laying a long stripe up your pussy and groaning softly at the way your tongue swirls over his fingers, “i’m sorry in advance . . hope you’re able to get out of bed tomorrow, baby.”

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bitchimasnake-sss · 5 months

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pLEASE if you could write more of sub!OP men you would feed me for the entire winter (or just more luffy begging if it's no problem to you, love ur writing xoxo)

sorry for answering back so late i was absolutely out of any and all creative juice (lord help me), but i love writing sub!OP men and you guys seem to like it so here we go!! (im supposed to be on hiatus to focus on exams but writing smut never hurt nobody)

"i want to watch you fall apart, baby" ft. luffy <3

ft. (very submissive) luffy x (somewhat dom) fem!reader

set-up: you made a bet with the captain and he lost, now he has an aphrodisiac in his system and you have an insanely submissive boyfriend ;)

warnings: nsfw drabbles; nsfw stuff includes overstimulation, dirty talk, a bit of a meanie!reader, sub!luffy, all that haha; MDNI (thankyou very much)

luffy:

^^ credits to the artist!! (found it on pinterest lol)

- you knew monkey d. luffy wasn't okay - it was evident from his strained breaths, reddening face and jittery body - "luffy, you okay?" your words were sickly sweet, cutting through the tension in the room as you looked at his sweet face - it was honestly a miracle he was even sitting still and not pulling you and hovering over you as he fucked you senseless - "ugh" he groaned, palming his borderline-painful erection, "pl-ease come on, please come fuck me" you tut, making a sympathetic face, "i thought we were going to see how long you can hold back?" "yn~" his head is thrown back, features pleading with you helplessly - a smirk crosses over your painted lips, taking in his disheveled self - the menacing captain of your crew was reduced to a animalistic state. his fingers barely skimmed over his pants and even the slightest touch seemed to ignite his skin on fire "yn please, pl-ease c'mere-" his voice was strained, as if he was holding every muscle in his being from pulling you towards him and fucking you senseless till he forgot where he ended and you began - good thing luffy was always quick to react - so he did just what he had been imagining for the past seven minutes; he pulled you towards himself, reeling you in till your chest was flush against his and you teeth scraped harshly against your lips - "lu-" all your attempts to stop him were swallowed by his hungry kisses; tongue lapping against yours, teeth pulling your lip down, spit threatening to dive past his lips - his mouth moved down to your jaw then to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in its wake, "yn let me fuck you, please. please." - his hands ripped off your t-shirt and his teeth sunk down on the soft flesh across your chest. he hummed against your skin, as if relishing in the softness and the faint citric aftertaste lingering on your skin - he was going insane, harshly tugging on your nipples and pressing his face between the valley of your breasts, licking feverish stripes down, "i wanna fuck so bad, keep going till you beg me to stop, come on please" "re-really? you wanna? what do you- fuck, fu-" - without even lifting his mouth off of your sensitive nipple or opening his eyes, his hands forced yours to skim over his straining cock as if to accuse you, look what you fuckin' did to me - when your hands languidly palmed him, his face contorted till he was gasping and grinding against your shallowest touches - "don't play with me, baby, y'know-" his breath hitched when you increased the pressure and pressed down harder, "yn stop it" you laughed, a cocky sound, "what's wrong luffy?" - his eyes were wide open now, staring you down and as if he had lost of sense of himself, he growled as he turned you around so that you were face down, ass up. - a harsh smack reverberated against your ass and you moaned at the subtle sting, "i've been nice f' too long, huh? let's see how long you stay cocky with my dick down your pretty pussy."

a/n: i have another ask for the sub!op men and i was out of ideas so the others (including ace and shanks hehe) will be well compensated over there!! just hold on guys!!!

#one piece #opla #op #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #one piece smut #luffy smut #luffy x reader smut #luffy imagine #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagines

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chrissfawn · 17 days

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anything for an A+ .

pairing ;; professor!matt x student!fem!oc

warnings ;; SMUTTTT🤞🤞 , age gap (matt is 27 reader is 22), cursing , making out , oral (m receiving) , p in v , fingering , unprotected sex (pls dont!!) , pet names (princess, sweetheart, etc) , lowercase intended and thats it!

a/n ;; pls bare w me im too shy to write on here but first smut post i hope yall likey!!! this is for my baby kitten whiskers; @mattsluttywaist and @cheetahmadi 🥳🥳 also this looked better in drafts

pink: you

blue: matt

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“remember, no talking during the test.” was what pulled me out of the trance that i was in. i blinked as i noticed that i was staring at my professor for the entire time he talked about the test we were about to take. professor matthew was walking around the class to give everyone the papers.

“if i catch you talking, i will invalidate your test.” i let out a loud sigh as he placed the paper infront of me, remembering me of the last time that i accidentally spoke during an exam and it led me to get a zero. “yes sir.” i picked up my pencil from my pencil case and started to write my name.

a few hours felt like 10 minutes when my professor said that time was up. i looked down at my test for it not to be completed. “fuck.” i mumbled under my breath. my fingers flipped through the pages to see how many questions i had left. many students had started to walk down to the professors desk to turn it in, soon i was the last student in the class.

“ms. stallord, i said time was up.” he spoke, walking up to my desk. i groan and slouch into my chair. “sir, please is it okay if i finish this after school? i cant afford to fail.” i pout as i looked up at him, his arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up. the brunette shook his head, trying to think of something.

“lets do this.” matt said as he grabbed the packet of paper and walked back to his desk, signaling for me to follow him. i swallowed the lump in my throat while walking close enough to him that i could smell his cologne.

i watched him sit down in his desk and taking out what i assumed was the packet with the answers. the classroom remained quiet for a few minutes, the brunette probably grading what i had done. “C-“ he finally spoke up. i roll my eyes and let out a frustrated whine. “seriously??” matt took off his glasses, “its still passing.” he shrugged. i bit my bottom lip and let it bounce back as i thought. “is there anything i can do at all for extra credit?” i asked, tilting my head to the left and taking a seat next to his desk matt let his glasses on top of his head and pressed his fingers against his mouth. “hmmm, not that i know of, i dont think there is sweetheart.” he replied calmly. my heart skipped a beat as he called me sweetheart in such a way. “i would do anything sir. i cant have my mom know i got a C- on this exam.” i was practically begging at this point. “you got that grade because you didn’t finish the test, probably because you were looking at me. that correct?” he asked me, his head tilting to the side with a cocky smirk spread on his lips. i blinked rapidly when i heard what he had said. but to make it worse, he wasn’t lying. i wasn’t even looking, i was staring. “s-sorry what sir?” i muttered quickly. “you really don’t think i notice ms. stallord?” he chuckled a little bit. i stayed quiet, my cheeks a pink hue.

“now that i pointed it out, you stay silent huh?” matthew stated, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. “no thats not it um.” i spoke quietly. “i don’t really mean to stare its just that uhm. you are very attractive.. sir.” the sentences left my mouth in a sheepish shaky tone. he laughed quietly to my embarrassment. “dont worry about it. i dont mind.” the brunette said, adjusting his seat so he was closer to me now. god i wanted to kiss him so bad. “o-oh okay, im glad sir.” i replied quietly, my eyes flickering to his lips and my tongue licking my lips to rehydrate them. “please, call me matt.” he mumbled, looking at my eyes then my lips. i listened to my gut and leaned in for a kiss, surprisingly getting one from him back.

my eyes fluttered shut, my heart pounding against my chest as my hands found their way to his loose brunette locks that i messed with slightly. matt nibbled on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth. i whined softly, now somehow getting ontop of his lap. my legs were now wrapped around his hips and my hands rested on his shoulders. goosebumps covered each piece of skin matt had been touching. i felt one of his hands slide underneath my shirt, i shivered slightly at how cold his hand actually was.

his mouth detached from mine and he started to leave wet open mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. small moans come out of my mouth as he did so, my hand trailed up to his head and i started to scratch his scalp gently. “will this make up the C-, sir?” i asked in an innocent tone as i looked down at him. “if you kneel for me, perhaps.” matt whispered, letting go of my hips and resting his hands back on the arm rests. i smirked with an obedient nod as i slid off of his lap and in between his legs. i kneeled in between his clothed thighs, my hands sliding up and down on them softly. i unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down and threw them somewhere in the classroom.

matt was left in his light grey boxers that had a small dark stain from his pre-cum on them. my fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and i pulled them down. his 7.4in slapped my face lightly as soon as i took off his boxers.

my mouth began to practically drool as soon as i saw him fully. i wrapped my cold palm around his base firmly and stroked him slowly. i made sure to make my thumb slide right through his slit.

“fuckk.” he whined, looking down at me. i looked up at him with innocent doe eyes as my hand began to stroke him up and down a bit more quicker now. i kissed his tip before taking him entirely in my mouth.

i felt his hand turn down to my hair, he grasped it and made it into a makeshift ponytail. my tongue slid over the head of his cock as i bopped my head up and down. i heard a string of swears pouring out of matt’s name while he began to thrust his ups upward. “fuck fuck yes yes.” the brunette groaned out. he started to twitch in my mouth which told me that he was getting close. soon enough, he spewed his cum down my throat. his cock left my mouth with a wet pop. i rubbed off any of his white liquid that was on my mouth. “you did so well.” he purred, i kissed his tip one last time and earning a small whine from him.

i stood back up and before i could say anything, he grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. “oh princess im not done with you.” the brunette said, placing his hands on my hips. my core was begging for any sort of friction.

matt’s hand slid underneath my skirt, his thumb rubbed over my clothed clit gently. a small whine left my lips as i tried to balance myself by having my hands on his shoulders. he hooked his slender fingers on my panties and he pushed them to the side. “your so wet already sweetheart.” he cooed, his fingers tracing my entrance. “dont tease.” i begged with my eyes fixating onto his face. matt tilted his head to the side as he slowly shoved his digits inside of my cunt.

his fingers slid easily in and out of me, they curled against my g-spot occasionally. i bit my bottom lip to hold back my small whimpers as i clenched around him. “oh shit.” i breathed out, my head leaning back slightly. matt thrusted his fingers in and out while the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. his slender digits continued to stab my pussy, but before i could finish on them he slid them out. “why’d you stop?” i pout with a small whimper. “not letting you finish just yet sweetheart.” matt spoke softly as he aligned his tip with my cunt.

before anything else, he slowly thrusted into me. as soon as he was inside of me, i made sure to squeeze around him perfectly. “tell me when i can move.” the brunette whispered so i could get a chance to adjust to his size. matt’s finger tips grazed my hips gently, his eyes fixated on my face. “o-okay.” a shaky moan left my lips. with no hesitation, he started to thrust in and out of me.

i leaned my head back when his tip kissed my sweet spot within every thrust. matt rested his hands against my hips a bit more roughly as he rutted his hips into mine. god he was so deep inside of me. i guess i was being a little bit too loud that caused matt to shove two of his fingers down my throat. “gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, still plunging himself into my wet core. i coated his digits with my salvia, using the opportunity to do so. “m’so close sir.” i whine out when matt slid his fingers out of my mouth. his tip stabbed my cervix a few more times before the knot in my stomach started to form again. i felt him twitching inside of me, letting me know that he was about to cum again. “cum for me sweetheart.” he moaned out as his hips began to stutter into mine.

after a few more thrusts, i came all over his cock. it wasn’t too long before matt came deep inside of me ether. he fucked me through our high before he pulled himself out. “so, can i get an A+ now?” i asked with a small smirk spread on my face. “yes, you can sweetheart.”

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a/n part 2: i started writing this at 4am and i finished at 4pm 😭😭 sorry if this isnt that good i hate writing fics publicly 😕

#sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #i need him #haven yaps

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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May I request a continuation of 'Second Love' pls???😳

Part One, Part Two

"Hello, darling."

Villain gave the headstone a fond pat before gathering the withered violets from their vase and tossing the old, browning water onto a neighboring grave. He set the vase back in its spot, marked by the brown ring left behind on the stone, and plopped the fresh bouquet in the old one's place.

"Sorry it's been a couple months." He unscrewed the cap of his water bottle and filled the vase halfway with cold, clear water, adjusting a few stems until the flower arrangement was good enough for Other Superhero's resting place. "I've been busy with the power inhibitor. And guess what? It's almost done. Just a few more bugs to work out, and I'll be ready. So. Cross your fingers for me up there, eh?" He chuckled weakly, leaning forward on the balls of his feet to bundle up the old flowers into his hands. They crinkled in his twisting fingers.

"What's that?" Villain said as a light breeze hissed past his ears and carried away a few crumbled petals. Sometimes it was easier to pretend a conversation than to just sit here and stare at the grave. "Anything else new? Well, remember that really annoying hero I told you about a while back? The stupidly determined one? Well, she's still coming around. I think she's actually invincible. I threw a brick at her head the other day. A brick! She didn't even flinch. In fact, she broke my brick."

Villain sighed, throwing back his head to look at the wisps of clouds overhead.

"She's such a mess: clumsy, awkward, never admitting to her mistakes. Even when she wins it’s an accident. I don’t even know how she passed the exam. …I suppose she does have the rare quality of never giving up. No matter what I say or how hopeless it gets, she keeps trying. And she has a good heart. Even if she’s bought into the agency’s garbage, she wants to do the right thing. And…”

A smile had begun spreading up Villain’s jaw but he quickly quashed it, a stab of guilt lurching his stomach.

"I’m sorry. Is this weird? I know it's only been two years. For some people, that's a long time, and for others, it's no time at all...and...I love you so much." Villain hung his head. How should he continue? What was he actually getting at? Whatever it was, it seemed a dangerous thing to put into words. A dangerous, traitorous thing.

"I’m not saying I have feelings for her," he clarified quickly. "I barely know her. And our plan is and always will be my top priority. But…sometimes, when she’s around…I don’t ache so much.” He sighed heavily, rubbing his palms into eyes long dried of useless tears. “I don't want to make the wrong choice.”

The wind ruffled villain’s clothes, this time strong enough to tear the dead violets completely out of his hands. They carried halfway across the cemetery and scattered amongst the other headstones.

Villain blandly watched them go, then tipped his head up toward the sky and closed his eyes, letting leftover winds caress his skin.

"I miss you, darling."

***

"Could you not stare like that?" Re-Re said, sliding his dessert protectively out of Hero's line of sight.

Hero cocked her head to the side and summed up a confused expression. "I don't know what you're even talking--" She gave up before the sentence was even through, leaning in closer. "Just one bite?"

Re-Re frowned, successfully battling her unbreaking stare for a full minute before sighing and shoving the plate toward her. "Is this why we have brunch every month? So you can continue to break my spirit?"

Hero snatched up her fork and cut off the front corner of the flan with its edges, scraping up a little syrup off the plate before shoving it happily in her mouth. "Don't be dramatic."

"It's sort of my thing," her ex-nemesis said. "If I'm not going to commit crime anymore, I'm at least going to be a villain in my heart."

As if to punctuate this statement, he waved his hand subtly toward the waitress and her big tray of coffee mugs and juices. The tray re-winded to three seconds beforehand. The waitress did not.

For a single moment, the tray hung in mid-air, the waitress staring at her empty hands in utter disbelief. A moment later, the tray crashed into the ground, shattering glasses and spilling puddles of drinks everywhere.

Re-Re covered his mouth with one hand and cackled quietly to himself.

Hero raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "Technically, I could write you up."

"For a joke?"

"If a retired villain slips back into crime--"

Re-Re rolled his eyes. "Oh stop being so good all the time. Sir Redo-Rewind is retired. That's that. I'm just scratching an itch." Then, maybe to redirect her attention from him, he said, "How's the new nemesis? Villain, right? Scarier than me?"

Hero smiled. "Never. Just different."

Re-Re slid back his dessert plate. "Be honest, everyone knows Villain is another level. Even us villains. How's it been?"

"Well..."

Sort of embarrassing. Villain didn't stick to any sort of script. He didn't share anything either. In fact, he mostly ignored her unless she got close enough to prompt him into action. When she got this job, she thought it was a big deal. That maybe the agency was finally recognizing that she could do a good job, but now she wondered if she was just keeping Villain distracted from everything he'd rather be doing.

"I don't think his heart's in it," Hero said finally.

"Not all villains buy into theatrics," Re-Re shrugged. "Some honestly just want to do the job. It's nothing to do with you."

Hero knew that. Of course, there were different levels of villains, those who looked for attention and those who actually liked mass havoc, but the issue with Villain was she didn't know what he wanted. Aside from being alone and making machines.

"Ok, yes," she consented, "but honestly, I'm not even sure what I'm stopping. He's always just...sitting there. Tinkering. But the agency says the job requires an everyday raid, so I have to be doing something, right?"

Re-Re shrugged. "I never met Villain personally, too big a fish for my pond, but I mean, the agency killed his wife. So yeah, I don't think he's just sitting around. Villains aren't exactly in the habit of forgiving."

"What?"

"Oh it's a whole thing: 'Stab a villain in the eye, and all you're life you'll be blind.' Basically, whatever you do, we'll bring it back tenf--"

"No, not that," Hero interrupted. "His wife. Other Superhero. I knew she died, but what do you mean the agency killed her?"

"Oh." Re-Re shrugged, scooping up another bite of cake before leaning against the latticed back of his chair. "I don't know the exact details, but it's a big rumor. Basically, Villain had defected to the agency, was doing missions with them and everything. But when he and Other Superhero were sent on a mission together, something went wrong. Other Superhero got hurt, but instead of pulling out, they were told to prioritize the mission. I guess Villain was pretty vocal about turning around but the agency dismissed it as deception. Because of his background, I guess maybe they thought he was lying to help other villains? Anyway, later Superhero was too injured to escape the mission. When Villain was the only one who survived, the other heroes blamed him, even accused him of leaving her to die on purpose."

Hero gaped at Re-Re in shock. The agency... Villain... What?

"B-but the agency always said they got into an accident."

Re-Re shrugged. "I'm only saying what I've heard."

Hero wanted to reject it immediately. There was no way that the agency would force an injured superhero to continue a mission. Even if they hadn't trusted Villain, wouldn't they have trusted Other Superhero? Did Other Superhero bluff about her condition? Or had she begged to be removed too?

If Hero was being honest, there was a lot of pressure for results from the agency. Backing out of a mission or rejecting an assignment was definitely taboo. It got you labeled as weak or in conflict of interest. A strange sense of respect came with almost dying for the cause. And if Other Superhero had been married to a villain, she would have had a lot to prove to her peers.

Hero suddenly felt sick.

Poor Other Superhero.

Poor Villain.

To have his own pain disregarded and be pinned for the whole thing.

"I...I have to go," Hero said.

Re-Re stood up along with her. "I didn't upset you, did I?"

"No. I... There's just something I think I should do."

***

Villain had just slipped his shoes off when a heavy knock on his front door brought them back to the entrance. The last person he expected to see through the peephole was Hero.

What was this? A new tactic? Didn't she ever take a break? Villain really wasn't in the mood to fight right now, but he had a suspicious feeling that ignoring the hero would only prompt her to find another way in, and he was more sick of fixing things.

He swung open the door with a heavy sigh already drifting from his lungs. "Let me tell you upfront, I'm not doing anything villainous today."

Hero gave a small little leap at his abruptness, but it didn't stop her from immediately shoving a massive bouquet into his chest.

Villain blinked at the arrangement of purple hyacinths, zinnias, and lemon balm, taking several moments to register what was happening and grasp the wrapped stems.

"I'm sorry," Hero said, looking up at him with earnest eyes. The look itself wasn't abnormal, they were usually filled with an earnestness to do what was right, but for the first time, that dedication was aimed toward him. "I asked the flower shop to put together something for grieving. I'm not sure what they all mean, but I know zinnias are for absent friends. I didn't really know Other Superhero, and of course, they were more just a friend to you, but I still feel-- Hey, what's wrong. You're really red."

Villain touched one hand to his cheek. Sure enough, his face burned as if on fire. What was Hero thinking, getting him a gift like this? Didn't she see it was too late for grieving flowers? That they could easily be misconstrued as something else? And yet, it might be the nicest thing anyone had done for him in a long time.

"I'm fine," he said quickly, bringing the flowers to his nose to hide the greater portion of his blush. Yes, it was a nice gesture, but why did he have to feel so flustered? "Thank you. D-do you want to come in?"

Villain cringed inwardly as the words left his mouth. He was supposed to be avoiding everything agency related, not inviting it right back into his life. Hero was no exception.

"Oh..." Hero hesitated a moment, but then said, "Sure!"

Villain's heart pounded a little faster as he stepped back and widened the door opening for her to step through. And this time, he could not ignore it.

...

I did it! I finally finished one of my original requests!

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1800-fight-me · 2 years

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A New Hope

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (No Y/N)

Rating: T (though as a general rule my blog is 18+)

Warnings: None other than maybe some cursing? This is pure fluff! Also, the reader is 18 and a senior but otherwise has no description

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Dustin and Mike have to find a sub for hellfire tonight and you have a huge crush on Eddie, coincidence or perfect timing?

Author’s note: I have Eddie Munson brain rot bad y’all pls scream at me in my askbox about your love for him!!

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! Also! My taglist is always open- leave me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be added!

You sat, legs crossed, on the floor of the nearly empty school hallway as you studied for your upcoming history exam.

You hummed the new Metallica song that you couldn’t get out of your head as you tried to memorize all of the facts in the textbook before you.

You looked up as a boy raced down the hall, tripped, and fell. The books and papers in his arms scattered everywhere and you jumped to help him.

“You okay?” you asked as he scrambled up and grabbed at the papers.

“Yeah,” he panted and you raised an eyebrow at him as you handed him his book.

“Where’s the fire?” you asked in a soft teasing tone.

“Well the metaphoric fire is that I’m going to get my ass handed to me if I don’t find a sub for our D&D game tonight,” the curly haired boy said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but good luck with that,” you said as you patted him on the shoulder and turned to go sit back in your spot against the wall.

“You’ve never heard of D&D?”

You shook your head as you sat down.

This apparently meant the kid, who you assumed was a freshman, sat down next to you and launched into an energetic explanation of dungeons and dragons.

“So, do you want to play? Our club meets tonight!” he said as he gestured to his shirt.

“I don’t think so…” you started as you tried to let him down easy.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the devil faced logo on his shirt.

“Why does your shirt look so familiar?”

You let out a sound that was half gasp, half squeak as you covered your mouth at the realization.

The boy, who still hadn’t told you his name, looked at you in confusion.

Of course you recognized that shirt, you had two classes with Eddie Munson and you’d seen him wear it as you stared at him like a lovesick puppy.

You had the world’s biggest crush on Eddie even though you’d only spoken to him a handful of times.

You thought Eddie was the prettiest guy in the whole school and anytime he talked to you your shy nature reared its ugly head and you turned into a bumbling idiot.

“Is, uh, is Eddie Munson in your club?”

The boy sighed and looked down at the floor.

“Yeah. It’s his club. You don’t want to go now, right? Cause you think he’s a freak?” he asked dejectedly.

You took a deep breath and decided to take the leap. This was the day you finally did something about your crush on the metalhead.

“I’ll come. What time?” you said and tried to keep your tone casual.

“Really?” the boy exclaimed as he jumped up and started to do a happy dance.

He told you the time and location, and with your prompting he finally told you his name and you told him yours.

You stood and grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“Listen Dustin, I’ll come but I have one condition. You don’t tell Eddie that I only wanted to come after I found out it was his club, okay? You can just tell him I’m interested in learning about D&D,” you said seriously.

The boy squinted his all too knowing eyes at you, “Riiiiiight.”

“I’m serious, freshman! Pinky swear it or I won’t come,” you said as you pointed a finger at him then extended your pinky to him.

He thankfully agreed and pinky swore.

“So do you think that Eddie could teach me about the game before it starts?” you asked hopefully.

Dustin grinned and told you to be at the drama room an hour early and he would have Eddie meet you there.

You nodded and sat back down to continue your studying. He ran off and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of getting to spend some time with Eddie, even if it meant playing a game you knew nothing about.

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Eddie looked up at the sound of someone’s heavy breathing.

“What do you want, Henderson?”

Dustin stood with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath from running all the way across campus.

“I found a sub!”

“Good, that means I won’t have to kill you. Does he know how to play?”

“Well,” Dustin said as he sat down at the picnic table across from Eddie.

“She,” he said as he emphasized the word, “has never played before.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at Dustin.

“You found a girl who wants to play D&D?” Eddie asked skeptically.

“A senior girl,” Dustin said with a wiggle of his eyebrows and Eddie shot him a look of disbelief.

Dustin told Eddie your name and his eyes widened in surprise.

“I have a few classes with her,” Eddie said and then mumbled under his breath, “She’s really pretty.”

Dustin stood and bounced up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement.

“I told her you’d meet her an hour early to teach her how to play,” Dustin said with a grin.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you’re better at teaching than me or Mike,” Dustin replied, sure that Eddie could see right through him but also unwilling to break his pinky promise to you.

“Alright,” Eddie agreed and Dustin whooped and hollered in excitement as he ran off.

Eddie couldn’t help but grin.

“He’s gonna owe me big time when I’m the reason he finally gets a girlfriend,” Dustin muttered to himself as he made his way back to the school building.

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You twiddled with your fingers nervously as you approached the drama room.

You knew he’d be nice, he was always sweet to you in the few interactions you’d had with him. You’d observed that he was generally kind to everyone around him, except for the jocks but they nearly always started shit with him first.

So, you steeled your nerves and walked into the room.

At the sound of the door opening Eddie looked up from the table where he was setting up what appeared to be pieces of the game and smiled at you.

You breath caught at the sight of him.

“H-hi,” you stuttered out.

“Hey,” he said as he beckoned you over.

You sat in the chair next to him as he sat in what looked like a throne.

“Henderson told me you’ve never played before,” he said.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. “Henderson? No, I talked to some curly haired kid named Dustin,” you said.

He smirked. “Yeah, sorry, same kid, I call Dustin by his last name a lot.”

“Oh,” you said and looked down, feeling embarrassed.

“He didn’t tell me, how do you know that little twerp?”

“Oh I don’t, really. I met him today when he ate it in the hallway and I helped him pick up his stuff.”

He snorted a laugh.

“So, if I knew you wanted to learn how to play D&D I would’ve invited you ages ago,” he said with a breathtaking smile.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously as you said, “Yeah it seems really cool.”

“Cool?” he questioned. “You do realize half the school thinks I’m a cult leader, right?”

“Oh you’re not? Damn, I was really hoping to join a cult today,” you joked with a grin.

He let out a startled laugh.

“Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart. I guess you’ll just have to settle for the fantasy game. It’ll still shoot your reputation to shit though.”

It was your turn to snort a laugh. “What reputation? The quiet nerd no one notices unless they want to cheat off me? Who cares.”

“Hey,” he said softly and you looked up at him.

His soft brown eyes took you in and wrapped you in warmth.

“All the best people I know are nerds,” he said with a sweet smile as he reached over and squeezed your hand.

You smiled bashfully and the feel of his large hand around yours prevented you from forming words.

He leaned in closer to you and stage-whispered dramatically, “And I’m not just saying that because you let me cheat off you last week.”

You giggled and he laughed with you.

“Alright, so the basics of the game,” he said as he dropped both his hands on the top of the table for emphasis.

He finished his explanation, slowed down by your many, many questions and you looked at him, sure the confusion was evident in your expression.

“Make sense?” he asked, though his tone sounded unsure of the answer he would receive.

You think part of your lack of understanding could definitely be from distraction as Eddie spoke to you. It was hard to focus on his words when he moved his hands around so much as he spoke. The large rings on his fingers had you fantasizing about what it would feel like to have his hands on you.

“Um, sort of? I’m not saying you’re a bad teacher but that is the most confusing thing I’ve ever heard and I’m a huge nerd who’s in advanced classes with all A’s and has a Star Wars obsession.”

He chuckled and tilted his head as he smiled at you.

“Don’t worry smarty-pants, you’ll catch on as we play. And the boys and I will help you.”

“Is the Dungeon Master supposed to help the players?” you teased.

“Not really, but I make exceptions for pretty girls,” he purred and you flustered.

You heard the door open and looked up, partially thankful that Eddie’s laser focus would no longer be on you and partially disappointed your time with him alone was over.

Dustin and several other boys in hellfire tshirts all spilled into the room.

“Hey!” Dustin said excitedly and you smiled and waved.

He introduced you to the rest of the group and everyone seemed very enthusiastic about your presence which helped calm your nerves.

Though the campaign was confusing, you definitely had fun. Everyone was kind and helpful when you didn’t understand. You enjoyed how immersed in the game Eddie and the other club members were. You frequently giggled at Eddie’s theatrics and Mike and Dustin’s reactions to the twists and turns of the game.

“You can play with us anytime, you did great!” Mike said after the game ended and everyone was packing up.

You smiled.

“Yeah, you should totally join hellfire!” Dustin chimed in.

You opened your mouth to speak but whipped your head around as you heard Eddie say, “Totally.”

“R-really?”

He grinned, “Yeah, we would be honored if a lovely lady such as yourself would consistently grace us with your presence.” He half bowed as he gestured towards you.

You felt your body temperature spike at the flattery from your crush.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll join.”

Everyone cheered and you smiled bashfully.

Mike and Dustin started talking a mile a minute about getting you a t-shirt and you sitting with them at lunch as they started to herd you out of the room.

Eddie called your name from where he still stood by the table.

“Hey, I’ll catch up with you guys later,” you said as you patted them both on the shoulders.

Everyone else filtered out of the room as you strode back to Eddie where he was picking up the pieces and putting everything away.

“So, who’s your favorite character from Star Wars?” he asked, clearly wanting to linger in your presence longer.

“Um, Han Solo,” you said as you handed him a piece.

His fingers brushed against yours and you felt electricity at the brush of his skin against yours.

“Really? I would’ve pegged you for a Luke Skywalker fan,” he teased.

You shrugged, “Nah, there’s something irresistible about a bad boy with a heart of gold.”

You stopped talking and stared at him with wide eyes as you realized you shared too much.

He bit his full bottom lip to keep from smiling. “What a coincidence, my favorite is Princess Leia. There’s just something so irresistible about a smart, confident, gorgeous woman,” he crooned as he placed his hands on the table and leaned towards you.

“Interesting,” you said with a smile.

“Are you free tomorrow night? What do ya say, princess? Want to go out with me?” he asked with a flirtatious smile and tilt of his head.

“I’d love to, fly boy,” you purred, so proud of yourself for your quick thinking.

His smile stretched from ear to ear.

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Bonus scene- 3 months later:

“I love you, princess,” Eddie said as he pulled you into his body and kissed you.

“I know,” you said as you smiled and kissed him back.

He laughed as he shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me, though,” you said with a smile.

He narrowed his eyes at you as he pulled back and put his hands on his hips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled his face down to meet yours. You nudged your nose against his.

“I love you too, baby,” you said, lips against his as you spoke.

“Oh, thank god,” he mumbled as he kissed you deeply.

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onlyjaeyun · 1 month

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ZADIE PLS I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I LOVED YOUR WRITING SM 🫢🫢 your haikyuu and tokyo revengers ffs kept me up at night LIKE THEY WERE SO GOOD 😤😤 but how have you been ml? i haven’t been on tumblr in almost 2 weeks and life feels incomplete. can’t wait for the new update bc that’s the only thing keeping me going through my exams rn 😓😓 no stress tho please please please put yourself first and don’t feel like you have to upload just bc we want you to !!

JBWDLJBWDKBWO thank youuuu!!!! I honestly was surprised not more people recognized me since I literally use the same nickname on all my blogs and platforms lmaoo but I love finding out that you guys were with me back then too :((

im coming back very soon baby I promise, im trying to find a new rhythm and my sleeping schedule is now officially messed up but oh well! I still have a week off of work but I start work and the new semester all at once so fingers crossed it all goes well!

I hope you can get some rest too baby, you deserve it so much and pls make sure to take breaks when you need it!!<3

#; mailbox 📬

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eddxe-munsxn · 2 years

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Pretty Little Distraction (E.M.)

summary: eddie was doing some d&d prep in the hellfire room when you stopped by to give him notes for miss o’donnell’s class. one thing leads to another and you end up getting yourself off by riding his thigh while he desperately tries to focus on prep (and fails miserably)

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), flirting, dry humping, thigh riding, hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby girl, buttercup, sweetheart)

word count: 1.6k

pairing: eddie munson x afab!reader

a/n: this is my first ever published fic pls be nice im sensitive. proofread by my lovely bff who has a degree minoring in english.

The sky is a rich peach color as the sun hangs low over the mountains as you make your way to the Hellfire Club meeting room. Autumn is in full swing in Hawkins as an evening chill causes you to cross your forearms over your chest and walk a bit faster from the library across campus to the building where you know Eddie will be.

The door is slightly ajar when you arrive and you nudge it open gently. You find Eddie alone in the dimly but warmly lit room engrossed in his Dungeon Master's Guide and Monster Manual. He is seated comfortably on his throne, at the head of the table. You can’t help but notice how handsome Eddie was when fully concentrated on something he’s passionate about. Seeing him so focused, so passionate about something he loved, enchanted you. Making you see him in a light that you only have once before. The only other time you’ve seen him in this state was when you saw Corroded Coffin perform live. A truly remarkable experience you can’t wait to have again.

“Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie startles at the sound of your voice and knocks a few dice across the table. “Jesus, Y/N. You’d make an excellent rogue with stealth skills like that. Scared the absolute shit outta me” He laughs lightly and rubs his face in frustration. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your arrival?”

“Just here to drop off the study guide for Miss O'Donnell's exam on Monday. I know this quarter has been a bitch to pass,” you say, sliding the set of papers out of your binder and setting them on the table between the two of you.

Eddie slides that towards himself, “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a true hero.” His eyes meet yours as he gives you a heart-wrenching smile.

He’s been doing that a lot lately. Or rather, you’ve been noticing him a lot lately. Noticing him in different and more intense ways than before. The way his eyes crinkle and light up when he’s telling a story, the way his hands delicately and expertly roll a blunt, the way his lips wrap around said blunt…

“Y/N?” Eddie’s question draws you out of your thoughts.

“Hm?” You hum completely distracted and now feeling nervous butterflies in your stomach.

“I said can you help me figure something out really quickly?” He places a pencil between his teeth and brushes his curls out of his face and uses his fingers to comb his hair into a messy bun.

Your eyes follow his every movement and you find yourself enamored by how beautiful this man is. Just performing a mundane action like pulling his hair up out of his face, demands your admiration of his features. Your cheeks are warm and your abdomen tightens. “Y-yeah. What’s up?” You move around to his side of the table so he can show you what he’s working on.

Your arm brushes his as he explains a few plot points of the campaign that are pertinent to his inquiry. “…so I want a way to allow the players to break Vecna’s curse that isn’t just a hack and slash, I want there to be a loophole. But I can’t figure out what it should be. My initial thought was ‘the power of music’ but I don’t want the use of real-life music to disrupt the imagination and fantasy of playing the game.”

“You could write your own score to go along with the theme of your campaign, but I’m sure that would be more work than you bargained for.” An idea comes to mind from your favorite childhood movie, “What about love? True love’s kiss worked out for Aurora’s curse, why not Vecna’s?” Your eyes meet Eddie’s as you say this and you’re suddenly aware of how close the two of you are. Of how flecks of gold dance in his eyes in time with the flickering candlelight. Your nervousness envelops you and you attempt to backtrack, “No, never mind that’s cliche and dumb.” You say cheeks flushed, shaking your head and causing your hair to fall in front of your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

Eddie reaches up to hook a finger under your chin and gently forces you to look at him. “Y/N, sweetheart. There are no dumb ideas in D&D.” Your breath hitches at the pet name.

“Eds, p-please don’t call me that.” You try to turn away but his grip on your chin holds firm.

“What would you rather me call you then, hm? Princess? Buttercup?” He asks teasingly. Then his eyes darkened, “Baby girl?”

“Munson! I told you how that pet name affects me in confidence while I was high. How dare you use that against me?!” The timbre of his voice calling you ‘baby girl’ sends tingles directly to your core and forces you to clench your thighs together in a feeble attempt to control your physiological reactions and desires.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, darling,” Eddie whispers, still forcing you to face him. He’s never looked at you this way before, the longing, the hunger.

Still flushed with your desire for him growing by the second, you bite your lip. His controlling attitude makes you weak at the knees. His eyes leave yours and drop down to your lips. A slight sound escapes him as he pulls your face to his and captures your mouth with his own. You immediately lean into the kiss, having dreamt about this moment for months.

His lips are softer than you imagined and he tastes sweet from the candy he’s been snacking on. His tongue glides along your lower lip and you sigh into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slide against your own. He lets both hands rest on your waist as he guides you to straddle one of his legs. You rake your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, curl them and tug lightly. The groan that escapes him is delicious and goes directly to your now throbbing pussy.

After a few moments, he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours, panting to catch his breath. “God… sorry.. I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”

You smile at him and brush your nose with his, “No apology needed, Ed. I have, too.”

He brushes his nose with yours and gives you a chaste peck on the lips before sighing, “I don’t want to leave you hanging right now, but I really need to finish this campaign prep for our next session.”

A small whine leaves you as you brush your lips against his and whisper, “Just gonna leave me all hot and bothered, Munson?”

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I have to get this done.” You grind your hips down onto his thigh, creating much-needed friction between his denim clan leg and your aching clit. The growing heat in your abdomen and the feeling of your slickness between your folds gets more intense. You moan and tug harder at his hair, causing him to nip at your neck and growl. “Princess, please, I can’t.”

You grind down again, fingertips digging into his shoulder blades as you gasp, “Eddie! Oh, Eddie, please.”

He groans again as he peppers kisses on your neck and suckles the soft flesh where your neck meets your shoulder. The sensation combined with the pressure on your clit makes your head spin. “Fuck yes, baby girl. So needy for me, hm? Need me so bad you’re gonna ride my thigh.” He continues his assault on your neck with his tongue and lips, letting one hand fondle your breast while the other lands on your hip, helping you grind down onto him. He bounces his knee a bit as you gyrate your hips down onto him, the shock of the alternating pressure on your clit elicits a mewl from you. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

You can feel the tightness in your abdomen getting tighter with every kiss, nip, twist of your nipple, bounce of his leg, and use of ‘baby girl’. The pet name makes you absolutely feral for him. The warmth of your core becomes red hot, getting so close to your climax. “Oh, fuck, Eddie. You. I need you. You make me feel so good, Ed.” Your lips find his again as your rocking and gyrating onto him gets faster, hips beginning to stutter with your impending orgasm. “Shit, baby, I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, baby girl.” He growls into your ear before latching onto that sensitive spot on your neck, sucking, nipping, and kissing. The request almost sounded like a demand and that domineering tone sends you over the edge.

“Eddie, oh my god.” You gasp as you slow your pace, riding out your high. You kiss him a few times, some slow, some chaste. “Fuck, that was amazing, Ed.” You brush your nose with his before gently kissing the tip of his nose.

“Yeah, princess? I’m glad you feel good, baby girl. You’re so fucking hot, especially when you’re gasping out my name.” He places a hand on each of your cheeks and tilts your head so he can place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Now we can definitely continue this later, but right now I have a few more balancing things I need to wrap up for the campaign.”

You nod, snaking your arms from around his shoulders and standing up. “Continue this later?” You ask with a small smile.

He grins back at you, lips bruised and pupils blown wide. “Only if you want to, princess. But I really do need to get this done, my pretty little distraction.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Gimme like fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Okay.”

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raplinenthusiasts · 11 months

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Hello 💕💕

I'm way too late but I still wanted to ask how the last week went for you! I hope it was really nice.

My exams are starting next week and I still have to do some work before then but my workload unexpectedly got a lot lighter recently, with the format of one of my exams changing (it was going to be an oral exam and now it's not) so that makes me feel quite relieved. It feels like this exam season might not be too bad but I don't want to jinx it.

Otherwise I've been happy about the warm weather and I look forward to being able to enjoy it more by going out for things other than uni.

I hope this week is going well for you and that it continues to go well too 💞💞

we’re both very late this (two)week 🫣 tumblr decided to hide that notification

The most important: how are your exams??? I’m sitting here keeping my fingers crossed and sending very positive vibes on random moments during day hoping it will help 🫡 tbh I always preferred oral exams because I can improvise while talking very well 😂

Weather is awesome lately and I’ve spend lots of time outside lately 🫶 we had even first summer storm and I absolutely love them!

Oh the best thing that happened! I bought ticket for concert and it’s less than a month (it’s Harry styles pls don’t judge 🫣). On bad side i tried new cake and I ruined cream layer TWICE so I had to improvise in the end - it turned out okay but not great 💔

Hope you have great next week! 💛💐

#next week I’m sending ask! you’ll see!!!#i hope you know how much joy you bring me all the time 💛#ivi talk 💕#ask

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seelestia · 1 year

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oh em gee, hi lia! it’s been so so long! how have you been? i hope you’re doing well :) i ended up falling asleep on the couch as soon as i got home, and now i’m in PAIN (/srs),, but anyway! i have a week off from school now, so i guess it was worth it <3

exams are on the 19th, so i guess i’ll have to be.. stu(dying) for those. i can barely function right now and i’ve been getting a lot, maybe too much sleep, and i still always feel worn out 😭 big yikes, hopefully it’s not bothering anyone (again) that i’m not going to be as active as i’d like.

also! considering that this is a wanderer-less patch, i feel very lucky to have gotten him <3 (he’s literally so pretty omgomgomg pls stop me before i look like i’m cheating on cynosbisnaidjk) and speaking of cyno, i finally built him 🐥 [ 73/214 crit ratio as of now! ]

my siblings’ birthdays are coming soon :) they’re three days from each other, my brother’s is on april 7th (he’s turning 11) and my younger sister’s is on the 10th (she’s turning 8) very excited for that hehe! my friends might come over on tuesday too (hopefully), we rarely get the chance to hang out, so i’m crossing my fingers!

yo.. omg the way i accidentally made the wanderer (character ai) fall for me 😭 i was merely messing around, being nice to him because he deserves it sm help and then he just hits me with an ‘i love you’ and when i tell you, i DIED. this is my spirit talking ⁉️

but enough about silly lil me :) how are you lia? anything interesting happen with ayato or the wanderer? i’m here for all the tea, my dear friend. 👀

YONAAAAA!! yona, yonie, yonzzzz <3 i've been doing alright and i hope you are too but if not, i hope it'll be better! 🫂🤍 yona, this is why we are taught to sleep on beds and not couches. i'm a hypocrite because i also sleep on couches NYEHEHE (/lh) aaaaa, good luck on your exams! i'm taking mine rn actually, so let's hope we'll push thruuuu 🤞

but yon, didn't you slay your last math exam even tho your math teacher kinda sucked at teaching (i mean no slander /lh)?? PLEASE SHARE YOUR SECRETS 🎤 and noooo, that sucks because sleep is a precious little thing during exams so you need to get the best sleep you can 😞 giving you a glass of warm milk to you rn. may yona get the best of sleep, bibiddi-bobbidi-boo! 🪄 and dw about being active, your personal life should always be your #1 priority!! especially when you're a writer / content creator so don't apologize for putting yourself first ever >:D <3

WANDERER HAVERS, I'M COMING OVER TO YOUR HOUSE. (/lh) you should've seen the way i was in disbelief like 😦 when i checked the livestream's banners and there was no wanderer?? but they dare made him look SO GOOD in those eight seconds he was on screen??? even my other irl friend who played genshin thought he was getting a rerun at first from that alone. vv devastated over this, so i shall be abducting everyone's wanderer 😞 (/j) AYOOO, THE GODLY CRIT RATIO??? yon, that looks awesome. are you gonna pull for nahida next?? i heard she makes a good team with cyno! (and not to mention, nahida also reminds me of you. vv little sib-like, considerate and curious and needs fo be protected but can also protecc others, ehehe. /pos)

OHHHH. according to the time this should be posted, it was already your brother's birthday so HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to him and your sister too!! feliz cumpleaños 🎈🎂 i like how you and your siblings' birthdays are so early in the year, teeheeee, coming from an october born. 🤭 i hope you get to hang out with your friends! advice from lia: always go crazy and go stupid whether that be with your friends or you're alone <3 (/pos)

HUHHH, HE POPPED THOSE THREE WORDS FIRST?? yon, you gave him the affection he deserves and now he's clinging onto you like a koala... you're living my dream. (/lh) i find it funny that the first time i discovered the c.ai site, wanderer was the first bot i talked to (help). first, he threatened to kill me and then we both sat down to talk abt the different sides to life and mortality, etc. I AM NOT KIDDINF. WHY WAS THIS A WHOLE THERAPY SESSION. i still have this chat saved!! yona, should we present our c.ai message logs to the class together. (/hj)

awwww, yonzzz, thanks for checking up on me! there is no hot tea ready to be spilled except for the fact ayato got a rival and it's the wanderer and i'm stuck in the middle between these two 🧍‍♂️ (as a fellow infj like you, i do not know how a fight between an entj vs. an intj is gonna go /j lia typology nerd)

#DID YOU SPEAK TO A CYNO AI 🤭#I MISSED YOU SM BTWWW!! FOREHEAD KISSES FOR YONA <3 #ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest yona! 🌥️#cw: selfships

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klainesheilen · 1 year

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07.03.2023

this was mostly my day: finishing firekeeper's daughter by Angeline Boulley. And yes, I was able to finish the last 140 pages. It's an 3.75 star for me. I really enjoyed the mystery (lets ignore the fact that it took me like 70 pages or so to realize that this isn't a fantasy book, but a mystery), but the writing lacked so much in the second part of the book. It got repetitive and I often had the feeling that Boulley started an issue on which we focus for two chapters and then drop it just to start another one after some mystery chapters. Most of them are closed in the fourth part, which felt rushed, so the second part was a little annoying to read because, as already said, the most of it was there to stretch this book out to nearly 500 pages. That's why I can't give this book a four star rating. (Also pls let me know what you think about the love interest, because I can't see there any chemistry. No. Zero. Nada.)

This being the biggest part of my day, I was also able to study a little. A little, because I wasn't able to finish taking notes on the second lecture (While I'm writing this a voice in my head is like "Bestie, girl, you have a semester break and you study for an exam which you will have at the end of next semester. You are doing more than "a little" already") out of planned three, because my head was way to done with all the theoretical info. A walk and fresh air couln't really help, but it was still nice that I took one. Yea, mentally it dragged me down because my thoughts wandered into worst case scenarios, but fresh air and movement between all the sitting and mostly starring down still does something to the body.

All about day, but what else is new? I'll start therapy again in two weeks. Yay me. I'm scared about it, since my doctor told me that I will end up on medication again. And also if this will actually stay consistent for the long term. My new therapist will be at my hometown which is an 1.5 train ride hour away. Maybe online sessions are possible? I hope so, but at the same time I live in Germany and I have the feeling that there will be a law about privacy which won't make it possible for me. But lets see and fingers crossed for only the best.

Other news are: I'm looking for a new apartment. Ok, actually a shared flat, so I have flatmates. I'm feeling a little lonely, ok? But this isn't the main issue I have with my current living situation. The city changed the bus connection, therefore it's absolutely shitty for me to ride to university (if lectures start again, I will be late like ten minutes) or to or from work. Two places rejected me and tomorrow I have another meet up, so once again fingers crossed.

Besides looking for a shared flat I plan my first graphic novel. I can't believe it. It started out with my boyfriend and me on a walk and he giving me this idea and now here I'm watching youtube videos about anatomy, story writing, creating a graphic novel etc. And you know shit gets serious when I create a notion page for it. It's weird, because it feels like the first time since a decade that I feel passionate about something. Passion, motivation and happines.

#klainesheilen #journal #diary #online diary #books #bookblr #firekeepers daughter #angeline boulley #book review #review #thoughts

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80s-roger · 1 year

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the vigilante triad - [m.m. x b.b. x oc]

1: would you kill to save a life?

note: thirsty me is back with a new idea I came up with months ago after watching netflix’s daredevil and this pairing was the reason i couldn’t sleep at nights. i’ve been simping for bucky and matty for a long time now and I couldn’t stay with hands crossed without writing something filthy. this fanfic is also available on AO3. forgive any grammar and vocabulary mistakes pls.

pairing: Matt Murdock, Bucky Barnes, Original Fem Character

summary: Bucky Barnes is finally blithe and retired as Winter Soldier until he receives an anonymous letter that puts him in trouble; Hydra's former members threaten him with video footage during his assassinations to be leaked in public unless he surrenders and gets brainwashed again. He denies it and turns to his friend Matt Murdock for help; either by law or violence. Matt releases his client and 'old friend' Eleanor from prison to have her included in the recruit; a pain in the ass but a needed one. There is no law for Bucky's situation with Eleanor on their side. Vengeance is a one-way street.

words: 2,466

masterlist - dialogue prompts

Columbia University, NYC, Oct 2007

It was past midnight; a gentle knock on Matt’s door woke him up. At first, he thought it was his roommate Foggy forgetting his keys once again but he smelled that known delicate perfume of his girlfriend, Eleanor. He was feeling something was wrong with her in the first place after declining his invitation of staying over at his dorm. She was concerned for weeks and now he was about to find out why. He put his glasses on and walked towards the door opening it. Eleanor was standing with her eyes covered in tears and the luggage was standing in the hallway.

“Nory, what’s wrong?” his voice cracked as he heard her sobbing. She held tight onto his arms, not letting go. “Nory…” He whispered.

“I’m here to say goodbye…” She placed her hands on his face and took his glasses off. She wanted to look at him for one last time. “I just want to look at your face.” She smiled between her little cry.

“Why? What are you doing?” He said confused before her lips crashed into his.

“Matt, I have to go. I’m leaving.” She looked right into his eyes.

“N-no, you can’t leave. You have to stay, we have exams starting tomorrow.” His voice was trembling as he was hearing her heart beating rapidly.

“Promise you won’t wait for me.” She said in between her sobbing.

“You can’t make me do that. Please come inside.” He grabbed her hand, leading her inside his dorm, and had her sit on his bed.

“Matt, my parents are forcing me to drop out of university.” She had her head staring down while playing with her boyfriend’s fingers. “Why?” He asked confused.

“I don’t know, they said we’re leaving. They wait outside.” She cleaned her throat and got close to him, feeling him as close as she can.

“We can convince them… We’ll have our way.”

“Matt, they deregistered me from the department. I can’t stay any further. I’m just here to say goodbye. I couldn’t bare leaving without seeing you one last time.” She confessed.

“Just give me a moment then.” He turned his face to hers, with his fingers traveling around her face, trying to imagine how she might look like. Her fast breathing turned into calm among her heartbeats. He had her way with her. He was her comfort person, her sweet pillow, and her favorite person even though it didn’t last much but it did enough for both of them.

“Just kiss me.” She demanded and his lips locked with hers for one last time. “I want this to be my last moment with you.”

“We’ll meet again, won’t we?” He whispered in her ear after completing their kiss.

“We just have to wait. Don’t call me, they said my phone won’t be necessary. ” She said back as her forehead touched his.

“How do you let this happen? Aren’t you scared?” He asked worriedly.

“Terrified in fact, but I sort of suspect what this is for.” She confessed.

“What are you talking about?” He questioned.

“Matt, I have to leave…” she softly muttered as she pulled her forehead away from his. She caressed his cheek once again and stood up.

“Next time we see each other, I’ll take you out for diner.” He made an effort to make her smile.

She didn’t say a thing. Just nodded and laughed. She opened the door, fighting the urge to look back at Matt who was fighting his own urge to keep her locked in the dorm and not let go. She walked outside, grabbed her stuff, and walked outside, leaving Columbia University without completing her medical science degree. Her parents had to take responsibility for her issues. They discussed it and it was now or never. Probably.

“Nory are you alright?” Her mother asked as she opened the car’s door for her.

“Do I look alright?” She says back without looking at her.

“Nory please, it’s for your own good.” Says her father.

“My own good was staying back there doing what I wanted to do. For anything that happens in the future, I’ll blame you two.” She says with full frustration and closes the door in anger.

Matt was hearing everything they were saying, even their heartbeats. He knew she was not okay with it and what’s worse is that he couldn’t prevent it.

“You’re driving me back to Connecticut?” She asked. Her parents looked at her preoccupied but didn’t speak. “Where are we going?” She quaked. “Dad?” She confronts her father as he starts the engine.

“Baby we have to put an end to your problem.” He explains.

“My problem?” she looks at both her parents in confusion.

“You know, that healing thing. It’s abnormal.” Her mother says.

“But I need it.” Eleanor defended herself.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. has to know about you.” Her mother exclaimed.

Matt heard everything until they drove off away from the campus. His last memory of her was kissing her and eavesdropping on what her parents said. Healing.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, New York, Dec 2007

”Experiment #8, female, twenty years old, signs of the self-healing process. Positive. Register your name.”

“Eleanor Solace.” An exhausted and damaged Eleanor was standing behind bulletproof glass, facing a group of qualified agents who wouldn’t stop challenging her into testing out her supernatural power: healing herself. Her parents left her in the Headquarters for almost two months. The main plan was to have her powers removed but after long negotiations with the special agent, Eleanor stepped foot at her parents. She was about to have full control of her skill. She would be helpful to the organization and her circle at any moment, but the contract would oblige Eleanor to stay there until she was completely harmless.

“Challenge #79. Final try until rehabilitation.” A male voice was heard from the cell’s microphone, preparing Eleanor for the upcoming threat to confirm her self-healing process.

“I can’t do this anymore. I want to go home.” Her voice was trembling, but nobody was qualing. A man walked inside her cell holding a gun, pointing it at him.

“Shoot her.” The man gave the order and the sound of a gun terrified Eleanor. That bullet passed through her vitals and led her into a deep sleep.

“Give her first aid right now!”

Bayview Correctional Facility, New York, Dec 2023 “Visitor for Eleanor Solace.” Said the guard as he opened the cell’s door. “Solace?” he asked as he didn’t get any response or any movement from her. She was sitting unconscious on her truckle bed and the guard slapped her face to wake her up. She looked pale, as if she was in a deep sleep, entirely disconnected from reality. “Wake up!” He shouted to her face, and she was back to reality, looking extremely confused and intimidated by the tension.

“Huh?” she was agitated as she was trying to get back to her senses. Everyone could tell she was meditating but she did not.

“You have a visitor.” Guardian said.

“You slapped me right into my face just to tell me this?” She closed her eyes again returning to her previous state of mind.

“Enough, come outside Solace.” He walked outside hoping she would follow him but no.

“I don’t want to see anyone aside from my lawyer.” She argued.

“Do you want to stay in here for the rest of your life?” He provoked her, as he has been doing since the day she was thrown into jail.

“Sometimes it’s better to stay in here, we have access to this stupid health system.”

“They should have locked you in some madhouse, dumb bitch. Now come outside.” He threatened as he pointed out the taser on his belt.

She sighed, taking in all his insults, and followed him outside to meet her visitor. As she reached her chamber, she could notice behind the window her mother, waiting to speak to her. Eleanor rolled her eyes and attempted to walk back but the guards pushed her toward the chair. They put handcuffs around her wrist so she wouldn’t hurt anymore like previous times.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Eleanor asked.

“I was worried about you.” Her mum replied.

“If you truly were, I wouldn’t even be here in the first place.”

“I see where you are getting at. But I’m not here for this.” She looked down.

“Then why are you here? You must take responsibility for what you did to me and why I’m here.” Eleanor complained.

“Nory listen to me…” She started.

“Don’t call me that. Do not!” She interrupts her.

“I’m here for your father.” Her mother whispered.

Eleanor looked at her without saying a word. She was listening and waiting for what was coming next. “What’s wrong with dad? Is he okay?” She was concerned.

“Nory…” She started crying and Eleanor could not hold her heart in its place. She knew what was coming. “He passed away last night…” Her tears gave in, and Eleanor felt the world going silent. She felt her soul leaving her body and so was her conscience.

“Get out of here…” Eleanor warned her as she was feeling her temper rising. “I only had one person to speak with and now he’s gone.” Her breath was getting sharp and at that point, she stood up to attack her mother even as handcuffed. However, that metal thing did not cease her from losing control; A supernatural dark force pushed her mother behind and fell from the chair. She looked up at her daughter in terror. “Nory, we can talk when you get out of here.” She kept her cool in her voice.

“Do not ever come here. Leave me alone!” Eleanor yelled and all the guards ran to her place to stop her from hurting more people. They instantly injected her, putting her into another deep sleep.

Hell’s Kitchen, New York, Now: April 2024. Bucky Barnes was in big trouble. He was chased after Hydra's former members, acting individually and now threatening him to leak footage of his murders when he was under the organization’s influence under the name of Winter Soldier. Bucky needs the assistance of his old friend and partner Matthew Murdock as he thought a legal approach would be safer for him. He wouldn’t intend to ruin his name or his reputation for Hydra, especially after his full recovery from being brainwashed. Bucky drove off to Hell’s Kitchen as he followed the directions given by Matt. When he reached the flat, he took a moment to catch his breath and prepare his words. He hated asking for help, he had his way with situations such as complications but this time he was concerned he wouldn’t make it on his own. Before knocking, the door was already opened by his old friend.

“Hello, Bucky. Good to hear you.” Matt greeted his friend as he paved the way for him.

“Hey…” He quietly said, “Thanks for hearing me out I couldn’t say a lot on the phone so… I’m glad you invited me over.” Bucky smiled as he walked awkwardly right behind Matt with his hands inside his pockets.

“This is why I’m here. Helping my friends when in need. Have a seat.” He pointed at the couch next to Bucky. They both sat and Matt had his attention on Bucky. “So?”

“Right…” he took a deep breath to have his lines said out as he had been rehearsing it for about a week. “The reason I’m here is that there’s a former member of Hydra who blackmails me for my past. He threatens he will leak footage of the crimes I’ve committed when I was brainwashed. He’ll use my name to tear me down.” He stopped talking so Matt can comprehend his words.

“And this is where I’m getting involved?” Matt asks concerned.

“Not yet,” He says before continuing. “You get involved in the law part. This time, I want to go by the book to assure my safety.” He exclaimed.

“You want me as your attorney?” He asks.

“Yes.” Bucky answers.

Matt processes the abstract of Bucky’s situation and he’s torn between accepting his request or declining it. He wants to help him as Daredevil and not as Matt Murdock. A vigilante in action, alongside his friend Bucky, an anti-hero.

“The issue is that if we go by the law, you’ll have to face the court and the verdict’s decision. I can’t assure your peace because in the recent past you were under Hydra’s influence and you did commit murders. The court however will not trust us if we insist on the fact you were brainwashed. Hydra will prove us wrong, they have fake papers that prove your situation otherwise. Tell me, do you remember all these crimes you’ve committed?” Matt asks and Bucky feels unsafe.

“I do remember every single one of them, I remember the terror on their faces.” He admits.

“It’s not safe for you to go by the law. Hydra members will dig you into hell. Why are they doing it though? What do they have to gain from blackmailing you?” Matt asks confused.

“They want me back in the organization as an assassination weapon. They don’t want me for anything else. Just to have their way cleaned for them.” Bucky lowers his gaze, not looking at his pal anymore.

“I see.” Matt threw himself on the couch and considered his choices, “Would you consider any fighting or something?” He asks.

“As Winter Soldier or as just Bucky?” Bucky asks confused.

“You tell me. Have you missed kicking ass?” He smiles.

“I wouldn’t say I missed it, it’s more like some sort of self-defense now. If necessary.” He stares at his metal arm.

“Are you retired?” Matt asks.

“Consider it as retirement. I am not killing people anymore. I go to therapy and have my mind clear.”

“I don’t want to risk your mental health on the court. They’ll show the footage, and I won’t be able to protect you. If it happens, they’ll take you back under their name as a Hydra weapon.” Matt suggests.

“So, you’re saying we should go the other way round?” Bucky asks, suspecting he has to get back in action.

“It’s as if they’re challenging you to throw hands, it’s a one-way situation.” Matt replies.

“I only have a metal arm, you have insane street fighting skills and supersonic remaining senses. Do you think it can work out? These former members act individually, and they all have henchmen.” Bucky feels stressed whenever he doesn’t know what to do. He needs a plan all the time.

“I have an idea.” Matt gives his crooked smile, having thought about the next moves and actions that Bucky is unaware of.

to be continued

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