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sehodreams · 2 months

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TW and tags: threesome (late poly?), cheating, dubious consent (from smoking and drinking), toxic!Seunghan.

WC: 6.8K (okay we getting better at making shorter stuff)

Summary: Seunghan doesn’t need a clingy girlfriend, but Anton and Wonbin do.

Comment: I did say that pretty boys with fried hair were my weakness. I think the images make this look darker than what it really is, sorry if you expect something heavy dark, this is not it (except for Seunghan’s toxic behaviour).

7:30 PM was too early to give up.

You shifted in your seat, trying to concentrate on another thing that wasn’t the hour, how the light of the TV was slightly blinding you in the dark room, and how the skin under your thighs was sweating.

Half an hour before you had told yourself that nothing would make you leave without having a proper conversation with your boyfriend, but he not being there hadn’t crossed your mind, and you were just so relieved that his friends hadn’t asked you to leave, that the possibility of Seunghan not coming back with the knowledge of you being there just started to settle in.

Anton was already choosing a movie from the big carton box in Wonbin’s living room when you arrived, and Wonbin was picking a few beers when he saw you from his window, grabbing a fanta grape for you, perfectly knowing why you were standing there on his doorstep at 7PM.

Looking at the movie, between your boyfriend’s friends on each side, you tried to remind yourself why you were there.

Seunghan had dated you for almost half a year, he’s been your first everything, your first date, your first confession, your first boyfriend and your first orgasm, and everything was good, so you didn’t get why the sudden change with him.

Well, not everything was good, but didn’t all couples have problems? Why would he act so differently after some discussions and a few refusals?

It’s been days since the last time he answered one of your calls, and his messages were getting shorter and shorter, leaving you on read for hours and only answering when he knew you were asleep.

Sorry, been busy.

What kind of excuse was that?

You decided to have a talk with him to fix things, perhaps you weren’t paying enough attention to other signals, or perhaps he was getting tired of you not being able to go to his gigs and wait for him when he practised, but he knew how was your family when you started, so why was he suddenly pushing you to do things he perfectly knew you couldn’t?

‘’Can you call him again?’’ you asked Anton for the third time.

You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes while making that question again, but Seunghan wasn’t answering any of your calls, and you didn’t know what else to do, he had at least answered the first time Anton called him when you arrived.

You didn’t have to say anything for him to grab his phone and mark Seunghan’s number when you arrived. ‘’She’s here’’ he had said, and he had tried to pass you the phone, but Seunghan had ended the call before you could talk.

Still, even having bothered him enough after that first call, Anton did it, he called him, and to prove he was doing it, he showed you how his name appeared on his screen, ringing a couple of times before the woman’s voice saying you could leave a message, and that you knew a bit too well by that point, started.

Seunghan was declining the calls of his friends now.

You shifted on your seat, looking down at your hands and the drops of the cold can fall over your uncovered thighs.

Feeling stupid, you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back your tears to not show how much you were hurting in front of the boys.

‘’Baby, what’s wrong?’’ Wonbin asked, looking at your shoulders get smaller and you blinking the tears away.

He knew what was wrong, everyone knew.

‘’Seunghan is seeing someone else, right?’’ you asked back, hands gripping the metallic object in your hands, leaving dents on it, and making your fingertips change from the reddish lively colour they always had to a pale one.

Both stayed silent.

‘’I’m so stupid’’ you sourly laughed, drinking the rest of your fanta.

Anton stood up to grab you another one, you knew it, but shaking your head you asked for a beer instead.

‘’But you hate it’’ he replied.

‘’Anton, I’ve been abandoned, could you please give me a beer?’’ you said, hurt, and as polite as always.

‘’Try mine’’ Wonbin offered, putting his bottle in front of you and surprising you, but resting your hand over his holding the drink, you accepted that he maintained it in the air for you, moved it closer to your mouth and tilted it for you to drink it.

It tasted terrible, you didn’t understand why they all drank it like water, you didn’t see the point of getting drunk, and usually, when you went out with them, you ended up being the one taking care of your boyfriend at parties instead of the other way around, like he usually promised before he made you sneak out.

Feeling even sadder, you moved his hand higher and drank a bigger gulp of that beer with earthy flavour.

Making a face at the end, and pushing Wonbin’s hand away, you didn’t want to say out loud how bad it tasted so Anton didn’t say an I told you that reminded you of your dad every time you made a mistake, like dating Seunghan.

Anton gave you another can of your fanta grape and sat with crossed arms, focusing on the TV again to not make you conscious.

‘’Thank you’’ you said, and he nodded.

‘’Just drink what you want, we buy that stuff for you anyways’’ Anton said later.

You felt piteous, and trying to brush the awkward moment you put yourself on, when your eyes saw Wonbin’s stash on the TV stand, you interrupted them again.

‘’Why aren’t you smoking?’’ you asked purely out of curiosity.

They used to always share a joint after they finished playing the same five songs they had an entire afternoon, and the first times they had even invited you to smoke with them, or well, Seunghan did, until Wonbin told him to leave you alone if you didn’t want to.

You didn’t like to stay there for long for that reason, you wouldn’t do anything at all, yet you felt like an uninvited guest sitting and limiting them with your presence because of all the things you couldn’t do, afraid of making them hate you every time you walked there with Seunghan pulling you by the hand.

‘’I thought you hated when the smell stayed on your clothes’’ Wonbin replied, and it wasn't a guess, he had heard you telling it to Seunghan when he tried to convince you that a hit wouldn’t hurt you.

You didn’t hate it solely because of that, you hated that it was an aroma hard to mask, and your dad was not as hard on you as he was before, but you still trembled every time you arrived at your house after spending an afternoon with a high Seunghan, afraid of your dad thinking that you were the one smoking it, and the consequences you would have to face.

You hated when Seunghan tried to force you onto things he knew would put you in a lot of trouble, it was nice that he had pushed you to do certain things you wouldn’t have dared until you met him, like wearing skirts, buying makeup and going to parties, but you had explained your reasons in detail for not smoking, and he had continued insisting.

Still, you never expected them all to not smoke for something you had told your boyfriend in supposed secret.

‘’That didn’t stop you before’’ you answered, taking another sip of your soda and trying to brush off the sudden blush on your cheeks, maybe you were overthinking it, you tried to tell yourself, why would they do something like that for you when they weren’t even something yours? They were your boyfriend’s friends, and nothing else, ‘’you can smoke if you want, don’t mind me’’.

Frowning, you let the new can rest over your thighs, and feeling the intense coldness bring you back to the moment, you saw how Anton didn’t waste a single second to light a joint up, happy to finally do something with his mouth now that he had your permission.

He always preferred smoking more than drinking, so you couldn’t understand how he survived the ‘’not smoking’’ rule they had created without your knowledge, and even if you weren’t around that much lately for it to be considered a real restrain, it still surprised you.

That didn’t change the fact that you had taken care of him on a couple of occasions though. Just like holding Wonbin’s hair when he got extremely wasted and threw up in strangers' bathrooms, you had let Anton sleep with his head on your lap when he smoked and ate a bit too much while Seunghan or Sohee ran to 24/7 convenience stores for something to bring him back to life.

‘’Do you want to try it?’’ he asked you, and you, deciding to do something different for your break-up, nodded.

‘’Do you even know how to smoke?’’ Wonbin inquired, laughing beside you.

‘’I’ve seen you two doing it more than enough’’ you quickly said, sounding different from usual and making Anton laugh, because it was true, especially with him.

Passing you the stick, you observed it for a good minute between your fingers, debating in your insides if it was worthy, but then you looked to the side, at how the drums frames of your boyfriend reflected the light of the TV, and you remembered why you were there.

Taking in air, you breathed, then moved it closer to your face, and seeing the little tip, you sucked it deep and nice.

They watched you as if they were studying you, having high expectations of your confidence, and laughing loudly when you coughed.

‘’Calm down’’ Wonbin took the joint from your hand, showing you how to do it right.

His lips barely touched it, and he nicely inhaled the smoke, holding it in like a pro, closing his eyes, and then slowly letting it out. It was an honest lesson, but you felt as if he had challenged you, and letting him pass it to Anton, you waited for your turn to prove yourself again.

This time you did it better, holding it in for longer, and softly letting it out like he did, watching him look at you with that cheeky grin.

It wasn’t even 8:15 when you checked again, and you had until 10 to stay and then go home, that was your curfew and you followed it religiously to avoid problems. So, watching Rocky get beaten once again on a TV old enough to be in your grandparents’ basement, you decided to close your eyes and let the weed effects take you, with an I have enough time in mind.

You wanted to see what was that magic that made everyone love it.

Leaning on the back of the couch, after many minutes, you started to feel conscious of different things, like the electric sound of the people cheering inside the old TV, the sticky sensation of the dirty fabric of the sofa under your recently shaved legs, and even more, the boy's legs touching yours on each side.

Of course they would be manspreading, they were in an indie/rock/you don’t know what the fuck band, so the way they caged you between their bodies and made you uncomfortable to find their own comfort probably didn’t even cross their minds.

Your eyelids opened when you heard a loud slam come from the movie, startling you, and you decided to watch the ceiling above you, recognizing the little spots from the humidity you had disliked since you stepped into that garage.

Wow, you really disliked, to not say hated, many things.

Just realizing it, you noticed that you disliked that garage from the first time you arrived, you disliked the old green couch that Wonbin made your boyfriend push from three streets down to his house, you disliked the old TV with static noise that your boyfriend and his friends made you watch, and you especially disliked that your boyfriend left you aside for all those things you hated without a doubt.

Why were you even trying it? You asked yourself.

After getting stressed for so many days, you didn’t have the energy to keep blaming yourself for it, and when Rocky had his first date with Adrianna, you laughed with the boys at Rocky’s corniness when he followed her around the ice ring.

Having seen that movie more times with them than necessary, that was one of the few scenes you honestly enjoyed, concentrating on it even when your boyfriend made you mad after he dropped a bomb like ‘’sorry, forgot we had this gig later, so I won’t be able to go to our date’’.

Or perhaps you concentrated because Anton always turned up the volume when that scene came since he saw you liked it too.

Watching them walk the street, you leaned to Wonbin’s side without noticing. His leather jacket felt glue-like against your cheek, but you didn’t mind, and looking at Rocky ramble about his turtles to catch Adrianna’s attention, you laughed when you saw the ugly pink lamp above them that was identical to the lamp Wonbin had put on one of the corners there.

‘’Rocky’s apartment reminds me of here’’ Anton said, referring to Wonbin’s ugly garage.

‘’What are you saying?’’ you interrupted him, ‘’Rocky is the original, Wonbin needs more than old cabinets, leaking pipes and granny lamps to catch him.’’

Wonbin only looked at you and shook his head with a smile, not even trying to defend himself.

When you focused on the movie again instead of the sensation of Wonbin’s leg pushing yours jokingly and his hand resting on your knee like he had done many times, Rocky was cornering her in his entrance, and on any other occasion you would’ve pushed his hand away, but when you saw the ambience of the movie get heavier, you couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t the kiss about to happen and how cold his hand that previously shared his drink with you felt against your skin.

Wonbin’s hand was trailing a bit higher, still a decent distance from anything too alarming, and you felt something forming in your insides, like a little spark that you kind of liked, so you didn’t stop him.

When Rocky kissed her, you squeezed your legs, trapping Wonbin’s hand between your legs, dangerously high and near your panties.

The kiss was quick but deep, and you felt Wonbin’s hand fitting perfectly between your legs, long fingers and a wide palm, feeling good and making you clench around nothing.

You woke up, you were getting wet with the hand of your boyfriend’s friend between your thighs, and opening them to let it free, you shifted on your place, pulling down your skirt as much as you could.

‘’Everything okay?’’ you heard Anton asking after you had pushed his leg with yours when you freed Wonbin’s hand.

Looking at him with lost eyes, you nodded, trying to brush off what had just happened.

Concentrating on the screen again, you leaned against Anton this time, almost a bit too much, trying to put a little distance between Wonbin and you so his hand didn’t get lost again.

Anton directed his eyes at you when he felt you pressing your chest against his arm, and again, you didn’t mean to, it just felt comfortable to be against him, and you couldn’t think twice about what you were doing when you pressed your chest again.

Liar.

You lied to yourself once again, like when you told yourself Seunghan didn’t mean to make you cry with his jokes, or when he lied saying he wasn’t high so you let him sneak into your room in the middle of the night, or when he tried to make you eat an edible that Anton snatched from your hand before you could taste it.

Suddenly, with that memory, Anton protecting you from a danger you didn’t know, you wanted to get closer to him, and for the first time that night, you felt happy to have chosen such a skimpy outfit that did nothing to shield you from the freezing night.

You just put on what Seunghan liked, what usually caught his attention, because that was your goal, not to survive the air of the winter night, and the big sweater that you tossed to one of Wonbin’s bushes hadn’t helped you avoid your neighbours’ stares, but at least it fooled your mother enough when you left before your father came from work.

Trying to remember the name of the last five presidents to keep you sane (which soon became the name of the last five songs you heard while walking there), you saw the way Wonbin was paying more attention to you on his side than the TV in front of you two, and not being able to pull your eyes away from him and his messy ashy blonde hair, probably as dirty as his garage, still hugging Anton’s arm, your smile got bigger when he moved a string of your hair behind your ear.

"You're high" he affirmed, and you, not confirming it, only closed your eyes to the sensation of his fingertips grazing a little spot behind your ear.

Shit, you murmured inside your mind.

You were getting too wet for your own good, and that wouldn't have been a problem if you were with your boyfriend, he would've immediately noticed the change in your demeanour and would've taken you to the bathroom to give you a quick fuck (not making you cum), helping you endure the need until he could walk you home and waited for your sign so he could climb the tree near your window.

But he wasn't there, and you didn't know what to do to make your cunt stop pulsating around nothing.

Gulping, you moved your eyes to Anton.

Everything you were feeling had to be because of that stupid joint, and he’d know what to do, like he always does.

"Should we take her home?" He asked, noticing the way you were uncomfortable with both pairs of eyes over you, hiding your face on his side out of embarrassment.

"Hell no, her dad is going to shoot us" Wonbin quickly answered.

You laughed at that, the little giggle making them smile too, amused with your sudden happiness, an image of you they weren’t used to, but it was true, your dad would shoot at them if they left his princess with wobbly legs in his doorstep, and he would kill you later too, which was actually kind of upsetting, and probably the reason why you always thought everything twice, my dad is going to kill me if he finds out, so no one should’ve laughed, but you all did.

Still, your imagination made you squeeze your thighs, making you see another way in which they would leave you with said wobbly legs, and feeling a bit of relief from the pressure that was building in your abdomen, you shamelessly repeated the action.

‘’Look at this girl, what do you think you’re doing?’’ Wonbin asked with a grin.

You should’ve stopped, you should’ve listened to that part in your mind that told you that you were acting like a fucking slut and to go home, but you didn’t, and with an exhale, you lied on your back as far as you could, and looking at them, you waited for one of them to do something.

Your exposed skin started to prickle, and a stronger tingle installed between your legs when Wonbin’s hand posed over your knee again.

Even if they didn’t do anything intense, when Anton’s hand gripped your other knee, a mewl left your mouth, calling for them to do something else than just touching that part of you.

‘’Fuck, what should we do?’’ Anton asked, without a grin, licking his lips and a frown on his forehead, ready to eat his meal.

‘’Shit do I know, I just want to touch her’’ Wonbin said.

Anton was relying on the older to say something, and you kind of did too. If he sent you home, you doubted you could continue with your little show, or show your face to them ever again, and you would end up unsatisfied, but at least you would keep a bit of your pride that Seunghan had smashed.

‘’Her nipples are so hard’’ the younger commented, eyes fixed on your perky buds standing under your white top that did nothing to hide them.

They could easily see the outline of them under the thick fabric, making their mouths dry for a taste.

‘’If you open your legs for us, we’ll touch you, but only if you do, we won’t do anything unless you show us what you want’’ Wonbin declared.

Your escape, that was your opportunity to leave, you could stay with your legs closed, or you could stand and walk out, you were high, but not that high, and you had no reason to depend on any of them to go home.

Watching the movie, you inhaled as much air as you could.

You look pretty tonight, you know? with an unclear mind, you heard the dialogue, Rocky saying it to his girl before his fight.

That was your fight now.

‘’How do I look tonight?’’ you let the question out.

You had dressed for Seunghan, an outfit you wouldn’t have worn in your wildest dreams before and that made you feel like a clown walking around, a foreigner on your own skin.

That wasn’t you, and when the boys saw you, they watched you from head to toe before they announced that Seunghan had just left, which felt kind of nice too.

‘’What do you expect me to say? You look gorgeous, but I have to admit it bothers me that you didn’t dress like that to see me’’ Wonbin smiled.

‘’You have no idea how much I love how you look in this skirt, but it makes me crazy to think you had to walk here alone’’ Anton didn’t smile.

You look fine was everything Seunghan would’ve said, not even looking at you.

Both answers felt correct in their way, and not having any other reason to stop yourself anymore, you were single after all, you opened your legs, and being bolder than usual, you lifted the hem of your skirt for them enough to see your underwear.

‘’Shit, my baby must’ve been hurting so much’’ Wonbin teased, pressing his fingers over your clothed cunt and drawing the form of your lips over them.

‘’She looks in so much pain’’ Anton agreed, and his hand went to your tit, pinching one of your nipples like he had been wanting since he saw you cross Wonbin’s door.

Not wearing a bra, he used his thumb and index to play with them, making your mouth fall open with a silent moan.

‘’Don’t be like that’’ your back arched to give Anton better access to your chest, so he touched you better, like you wanted to be touched, ‘’be kind, please’’.

Wonbin closed his eyes and Anton shook his head, both smiling from ear to ear.

‘’Don’t worry baby, you took care of us, now we’ll take care of you’’ Wonbin pushed your panties to the side and slid his middle finger up and down between your wet lips, ‘’She’s dripping so much, I think I can push one inside without problem’’.

‘’Has Seunghan ever made you cum with his fingers?’’ Anton asked.

You didn’t want to answer, it was so private, something between you and your boyfriend (now ex), and they could see in your flushing cheeks and your wavering eyes how you wouldn’t put Seunghan to shame even if he didn’t treat you right, and that was even more adorable for them.

‘’It’s okay princess, you don’t have to answer, tonight you’ll learn how a real orgasm feels like’’ Anton answered himself.

Both of them had turned to you a long time ago, and making you spread more for them, to show everything, they engraved the image of your pussy glistening and the juices that reflected the only light there.

‘’So fucking pretty’’ Wonbin cursed, licking his finger that had just touched you, ‘’as sweet as I imagined’’ he groaned, fingers going to your clit to recollect more of your wetness.

All tender and inviting, Anton’s left hand went from your chest to your pussy, fighting with Wonbin to thumb your clit, until he won, and Wonbin had to feel content with filling your entrance with one of his fingers.

9:10 PM

You looked at the hour, reminding yourself that you had to leave at ten.

‘’I’ll get punished if I don’t get home by ten…’’ you cried when Wonbin added one more finger, pushing them in and then pulling them out until just the tip of his fingers stayed inside.

Anton kept making circles over your clit, repeating Wonbin’s action and licking his fingers before going back to his job.

‘’We’ll walk you home princess, don’t worry’’ Anton secured.

‘’Fuck’’ you moaned when Wonbin increased the pace of his fingers fucking you.

His guitarist's fingers were working you so well, and you never doubted he had a talent when he played songs for you while waiting for your boyfriend to arrive, but to feel the same fingers playing with your insides confirmed his talent even more, and soon your hand went to his wrist, trying to stop him from making you cry.

‘’Too good’’ you cried, forgetting that Anton was also the culprit of that tightness forming on your core, letting his stimulations continue.

‘’I know baby, I know’’ Wonbin smiled, stopping his movements and watching the minor rolling your little bud, making you tremble and tear up, squirming to escape a pleasure you had never felt so intense before.

That didn’t last long, Wonbin couldn’t let himself be overshadowed by another boy, and with your hand still wrapping his wrist, he went back to do scissoring motions inside you.

You didn’t know what name to call, little sobs escaping from you and making them laugh at how pretty you looked even when being and making a mess.

You were leaking over Wonbin’s couch, leaving a big dark spot under you, and if you had been conscious enough, you would’ve stopped them, but you felt such an intense pressure approaching you that you could only concentrate on the way Wonbin’s fingers were opening you so good and how Anton wasn’t drawing circles anymore, roughly moving his hand from one side to the other to make you cum.

He could see it coming, your chest heavily moving up and down while tears pricked your eyes, and he had to show you he was true to his words, unlike Seunghan, so he decided to teach you what a real orgasm felt like.

Clenching around Wonbin’s fingers, Anton flicked your clit while Wonbin rushed his fingers into thrusting harder, making you cum with his digits inside you.

Yes, Anton kept murmuring when he saw your abdomen shaking and felt your pussy quivering under his hand.

With toes curling, legs trembling and eyes rolling, you came over their hands incredibly strong, a little gush dripping over Wonbin’s palm and his couch.

That didn’t stop them, they didn’t care that you were cumming, and they continued until you convulsed and cried for them to please stop.

It wasn’t even 9:25 and they had already given you the best orgasm of your life.

Your body was numb after they stopped, your eyes dropped closed, and the tears didn’t stop rolling down your cheeks, making Anton clean them with his thumb.

‘’Are you okay?’’ he asked you because your tears wouldn’t stop.

‘’Yes, sorry, too good’’ was the only coherent sentence that you could form.

Looking bright, Wonbin left a quick kiss on your lips, wrapping your throat with his hand to maintain you in your position for him.

Anton, wanting one too, did the same thing, with his hand on your chest instead.

Taking turns, they stole the little air you tried to retrieve, making you more dizzy with their mouths than with the weed you had smoked not long ago and the beer Wonbin had given to you so lovingly.

Your body was warm, and you weren’t sure exactly what you wanted, but your nipples were in pain, needing more than the delicate friction of Anton’s fingers over your top, and whining, you wanted them to touch you like they had just done, or even more.

‘’One more?’’ Anton asked when he saw you trying to close your legs in your place, trying to find any kind of relief.

‘’Yes, please’’ you said, and he, feeling proud of his good girl, gave your pussy a soft smack, telling you to open your legs more for him.

‘’We can give you something better than fingers’’ Wonbin said, making you turn to him, and knowing what he was referring to, you nodded.

You didn’t need to think things too much, you wanted to feel good, you were just abandoned, and if they were two boys willing to give you a good time for a night, why would you stop now?

‘’But not today’’ Wonbin continued, making you let a painful noise out.

‘’Why?’’ you asked sad.

‘’We’ve been waiting so much for you, your first time with us is not going to be this way’’ Anton answered.

You were too deep in a haze to understand him, and confused, you could only blink when you heard him.

Because they were kissing you just seconds ago, they were leaning towards you, and each of them, seeing you under them from their own side, blocked the TV and the big clock from your sight.

‘’But I want to cum’’ you cried, not caring about anything else and interrupting them from continuing with their reasons to not fuck you.

‘’That’s okay baby, all we are saying is that we won’t fuck you tonight’’ Wonbin laughed at your request, ‘’we’ll definitely make you cum one more time, we can’t let our girl go home in pain, but you need to come back in your senses if you want us to fuck you’’ he explained.

‘’Our girl’’ Anton caressed your cheek while Wonbin trailed down his hand from your neck to between your breasts.

That sentence seemed too dreamy for him, having waited so long to say it, not daring himself to voice it when you weren’t really his.

‘’Your girl?’’ you asked.

‘’Our girl’’ Wonbin confirmed.

They always hated the way Seunghan treated you, such a cute little thing like you should always be treated like a precious doll, with care, and spoiled with the best things.

Sadly, the lucky bastard had found you before them, and they could only see you from afar, everything, from the friendship with Seunghan to your heart eyes directed at him, stopping them.

Anton was always the one putting your drinks on Wonbin’s shopping car, and the last hated paying for unnecessary shit, judging deep inside any coloured can that he saw in the same aisle of his beers, yet he let the youngest sneak the box with the memory of your smile when you opened his fridge and found what you liked.

I’m not her boyfriend, Anton said in his mind when he ran to grab your fanta grape.

I’m not her boyfriend, Wonbin reminded himself when he tapped his card.

But now you were their girl, and they would treat you like you deserved.

Not believing what you just heard, you felt so loved with their eyes over you and his hands roaming your body that you slid down on the couch, making your cunt easier for them to access, and with some difficulty you placed your hand over your pelvis, going down a bit more to push your folds apart and expose your entrance, presenting them your little hole clenching around nothing.

‘’Your girl’’ you exhaled, weak against their care.

Anton was faster than Wonbin, his hand quickly finding your pussy and cupping it to not let the oldest fuck you with his fingers again, pushing his own inside you this time.

The other, accepting his loss, lifted your top to let your breasts free, which bounced with the fabric pulling them up and then letting them fall down naked.

Your pretty nipples begged for them to give them attention, all hard and standing since you arrived thanks to the chilly air that had impacted you on your way there.

‘’Been dying for a taste’’ Wonbin admitted, letting Anton take his place with his fingers inside you and launching his tongue to lick your bud.

His velvet tongue felt amazing on your smooth skin, making you drip more over Anton’s digits.

Anton’s fingers were a lot longer than Wonbin’s, and he easily grazed a certain spot that made you gasp and shake your head at how intense it felt, receiving more of your leaking juices as a response when he pushed it again.

‘’Too much?’’ he asked, and it was too much, but you denied it.

Pulling away, he slowly went back in, trying to make you used to him and the size of his fingers.

‘’She wants more’’ Wonbin said, caressing your cheek and obliging you to let the lip you hadn’t realized you were biting hard, free. ‘’Ain’t I right?’’ he wanted you to answer.

‘’Yes,’’ you sighed.

Gritting his teeth, Anton did the same action, but quicker this time, pulling out his fingers and pushing them back in harder and faster, making you moan and nod at the thrusts.

‘’Aw she likes it’’ Wonbin commented, hand cupping your jaw and leaving a soft kiss on your cheek while his other hand stayed playing with the nipple he was previously licking.

Anton dragged his fingers in and out, liking the vision of you frowning and moaning under him, but even more, how you were receiving more attention than what you needed from Wonbin’s part.

That was what you deserved, undivided attention and care from them, to drown in pleasure and forget about everything that wasn’t worth your time.

Only they were worth your time.

Lost in the sensation of your cunt taking his fingers so well, Anton kept pounding into you, slowly at times, to then fuck you harder and faster until you cried and tried to get away from his hand.

Wonbin’s hand that fingered you just minutes ago moved to your tummy, pressing his palm to help you get closer to your orgasm while his nose nuzzled behind your ear and his breath hit your cheek.

‘’She’s so tight’’ Anton commented, wrists almost completely stopping and thumb brushing your clit.

‘’I know, she’ll take us so good later’’ Wonbin almost groaned.

You cried when you heard that, they were fucking you so good only with their fingers, you couldn’t even imagine how good their cocks would make you feel. You squirmed in your place, trying to close your legs to stop you from becoming so sensitive, not getting far with the boy's hands gripping your thighs and maintaining you in your position for them.

‘’You wanted to cum’’ Wonbin reminded you.

‘’Yes, I’m sorry’’ you said, biting your lip again and letting yourself be fucked by Anton’s fingers.

Anton didn’t hurry, gently moving the two fingers he had inside you in scissoring motions this time, he felt your warm and wet walls trap him.

‘’She’s going to cum’’ Wonbin said, recognizing your same expression from before, the way your chest was agitated and your body convulsing.

‘’Oh princess, cum for me’’ Anton demanded, needing to see your orgasm leaking down his hand just like you did for Wonbin.

Ruthlessly moving in and out his wrist, he enjoyed your face contorting for him and your pussy fluttering, and a heavier stream was released, making another mess over Wonbin’s couch and his hand.

You couldn’t feel your body anymore, and you had no idea at what time or how you got home, but when you woke up you were in your room with clean clothes and as relaxed as never.

Soon you were filled with anxiety, scared of how you had arrived and what would your parents say. You didn’t dare to go out of your room, and looking at the hour, you felt your nerves fall when you saw that your father had already left for work and your mother probably had gone out to do some shopping like she usually did that day.

You had no messages from any of them saying that they would talk to you later, and it was already passed midday, so you tried to think that things were probably all okay. However, you didn’t expect to see a message from Anton and Wonbin asking how you felt.

Come see us later, Wonbin had added.

What the hell had been that the day before? You stared at your wall for minutes until you decided that you wouldn’t know unless you asked it yourself.

Later that day, Sungchan opened the door for you when you arrived, his face pale at seeing you there.

You didn’t know who to ask for, so you timidly smiled at him and waited for him to simply let you in.

‘’Let her in’’ Wonbin said when he saw you, so Sungchan had no option but to let you.

Smiling, Wonbin tilted his head to where his kitchen connected with his garage, and you nodded understanding him, walking there with insecure steps.

‘’What the hell do you think you’re doing?’’ you heard Sungchan ask Wonbin in a whisper.

‘’You don’t care’’ Wonbin answered, not in a whisper.

Entering the garage, Wonbin’s couch was still there, covered only by a flannel where you dripped down, and suddenly an embarrassing memory came back to you in a flashback.

‘’I’m so sorry’’ you had apologized when the three of you observed the big spots you had left with your orgasms.

‘’It’s okay’’ Wonbin laughed, patting your back to console you.

‘’That’s kind of hot’’ Anton added, eyes focused on the way it showed perfectly how good they had treated you.

Now Anton was sitting on a single new couch that stuck out in the middle of the well-known garage, immediately smiling when he saw you.

There was a new face too, a girl sitting in the corner of the couch that reminded you of your old you, silent and feigning a smile, like when you waited for Seunghan to come back when he left you in painful silence with his friends the first days.

You walked to Anton, still wary, but more confident after he seemed happy to see you there.

‘’Hey,’’ Anton said, taking your hand to play with the tips of your fingers, to then pull you closer and make you sit on his lap.

His arms wrapped your waist perfectly, letting a greeting kiss behind your ear that made you giggle, making you feel comfortable on your new seat.

You felt the eyes of the new girl staring at you, and not wanting to be rude anymore, you talked.

‘’Hi,’’ you finally addressed the girl in the room when Anton rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the aroma of your shampoo like he had been dreaming for months, ‘’Sorry’’ you continued, presenting yourself.

The girl denied with a cute smile, telling you that it was okay, and presenting herself as Seunghan’s new girlfriend.

‘’Seunghan’s girlfriend…’’ you repeated. She was cute, collected, calm, like you were when he met you.

‘’Yes, we just started seeing each other this month, how long have you been together?’’ she asked you, surely referring to you and Anton like a couple.

‘’Oh, it hasn’t been long’’ Anton answered for you.

A second later Sohee walked in, looking puzzled out for seeing you there, and especially, over Anton’s lap.

Almost immediately the rest of the boys came to the garage, all except Wonbin, becoming silent at the sight in front of them. Seunghan, who was more astonished than the others, froze at the entrance without understanding what he was looking at, his new girlfriend in the same room with his ex-girlfriend sitting over his bandmate’s lap.

Wonbin was the one who got him out of his confused state, pushing him to the side so he could cross the room to meet you, and sitting on the arm of the small new couch, he gave you a soft kiss on the lips, surprising everyone there, including you.

‘’We hope you all give us your blessings’’ Wonbin smiled, posing his cheek next to yours while Anton continued with his arms around your waist and his face hidden on your neck.

#riize smut #riize x reader #anton x reader #anton smut #wonbin x reader #wonbin smut #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours

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bratzforchris · 16 days

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Inked Daisies (Chapter 2)

A series

Summary: For the past year, you've been running the flower shop that's next door to your friend, Matt's, tattoo studio. But what happens when the feelings start to get more than friendly?

Read Chapter 1 here

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Matt x floristfem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking (reader and the triplets are 22 here), characters walking in on each other showering, nsfw content (no actual sex), a few uses of y/n (sometimes it's inevitable, y'all :P)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Y'all are about to kill me for this cliffhanger 🤗

“You’re here!” Chris smiled, throwing open the door. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“It was yesterday, Chris,” You giggled. “Now let us in so we don’t drop your dinner.”

“Us?” the youngest triplet asked you, cocking his head to the side.

Chris opened the front door wider to reveal Matt standing behind you, clearly annoyed at the fact that he hadn’t been let into his own home yet. You were holding a box of breadsticks and drinks from your favorite local pizza place while Matt carried the four boxes of pizza. Despite your protests that you could carry the pizza, the boy had refused, saying that he could do it because it was him and his brothers that could easily slam a whole pizza each by themselves. Secretly, you just thought it was cute that Matt wanted to help you, despite his “tough guy” façade.

“You guys came together?” a look of what could have been confusion, but also something else flashed across Chris’ face.

“You’re wack if you think I’m leaving her downtown alone at night. She’s too trusting; it’s like a puppy.” Matt murmured, shoving past you and Chris and into the house.

“Uh oh, Mattitude’s out now.” whatever expression had been on your best friend’s face was gone now, leaving you with the happy, sunny Chris you had always known.

“Out now? It’s always out.” You laughed, making your way into the kitchen you were all too familiar with.

“I heard that.”

You giggled to yourself, sitting the boxes down on the island. Breathing in the familiar scent of the boys’ home, any trace of the unease you had felt at Matt’s earlier demeanor disappeared. The triplets had been your best friends since high school, and not much had changed now that you were all adults, other than the fact that your hangouts were less frequent. Just like old times, you all piled onto the couch with your plates of pizza and drinks, scrolling through Netflix for a movie to watch.

You had sandwiched yourself between Nick and Chris, while Matt sat at the other end of the couch, silently eating his pizza and scrolling through his phone. You didn’t take the silence personally, though. After the conversation at the shop about the man who was making his job more difficult, you couldn’t blame the brunette for wanting a break. Though you weren’t as close with Matt as with the other two brothers, you still cared deeply for him. If that meant him being a little more quiet in order to rest, you didn’t mind it.

You turned towards Nick, snatching the leftover crust off his plate. “The stickers are selling well.” You stated, taking a sip of your Fanta.

Being close friends with a graphic designer as a business owner definitely had its perks; for example, the small, cartoon-style flower stickers that read “One Trick Peony” had sold out within three hours of your shop being open for the past week since you’d started stocking them. Despite his busy job as one of the most reputable graphic designers in Los Angeles, Nick still found time to prioritize your business. The stickers had been just one of the hit merchandise pieces he’d supplied you with.

“Do you know what you should sell?” Chris added, poking your cheek and then smiling when you looked at him fondly. “Alcohol. Lavender martinis would sell like crazy in a flower shop.”

“I’m not getting a liquor license,” You snorted. “Besides, I don’t even think the store has enough room for a bar.”

“Who said anything about a bar? All you need is a bartender.” Chris hummed, pulling you into his lap.

It was true. Chris had become quite skilled in his ability to make drinks any and everywhere over the past year since he’d gotten his bartender certification. In your opinion, the job was perfect for him. The fast-paced, fun environment and the amount of money you could make if you were entertaining and talkative was right up the brunette’s alley. His good nature made it pretty normal for him to come home on any given Friday night with about 600 dollars in cash.

You snuggled into your best friend’s chest, breathing in his boyish scent happily. “Maybe one day we can open a flower and brunch place with a bar.” You told him.

“You guys hear that? I’m the one Y/N wants to run a business with.” Chris chuckled, sticking his tongue out at the other two triplets.

“Just wait til she figures out how you actually act,” Nick grumbled, pressing play on the movie you all had decided on. “Now be quiet.”

Before looking over at the movie, you turned your eyes towards Matt. He was still withdrawn into himself, curled into the L-shaped corner of the couch now. He had put his phone down, though, and in a feat of chance, turned to look at you at the exact same moment. Matt cocked his head like he wanted to ask you a question, but then shook his head, averting his eyes. You shrugged, figuring it still had to do with the exhaustion and stress from earlier in the day, but you couldn’t help but notice the feeling growing in your tummy at the thought that Matt had been looking at you first.

One terrible, low-budget movie later, you sat up out of Chris’ hold and looked around the living room. Nick had abandoned the movie in favor of his laptop, seemingly editing some sort of advertisement. That was just his personality. If something recreational didn’t immediately capture his attention, he was back to working his ass off. Maybe that was what made him such a successful entrepreneur, but either way, you admired him for helping people bring their dreams for their designs to fruition. Chris was scrolling through his phone, every now and then migrating into his work group chat to chuckle at the stories his fellow bartenders had to share about cutting someone off for the night. Matt, on the other, had fallen asleep, chin resting in his hand. You felt rather bad for him; January was always a stressful month for tattoo artists and piercers because people had Christmas money and gift cards, and they wanted their modifications to be healed by summer time.

“I’m gonna shower,” You told your two (awake) best friends, standing up and stretching. “Do you guys mind?”

“You know that’s like asking to shower in your own home, right?” Chris stood up behind you, tickling your sides.

“It’s…still…the polite thing to do!” You laughed, gasping for breath at the tickling.

“But yes, we don’t care. Go ahead.” Chris placed a friendly kiss on the back of your head.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you and your best friends to share platonic cheek kisses, cuddles, and hugs, but it didn’t make your heart any less happy. You smiled, making your way to Matt’s bathroom. You had kept shower stuff at the triplets’ home ever since the four of you had moved to LA. After all, you were at their house almost more than you were at your apartment. You trekked towards Matt’s bathroom since it was the closest to the living room. You knew he wouldn’t mind, especially because A) he was asleep and B) you’d done it before.

You warmed the water up, ridding yourself of your clothes from the day, and stepping into the steamy heaven. You didn’t bother locking the door, knowing that on the off chance Matt did wake up, Chris and Nick would inform him that you were using his bathroom. You began to wash your hair, letting the rose scent of your shampoo fill the bathroom as you massaged your scalp, washing away the worries of both a busy day at your business, and the odd encounters you’d been having with the middle triplet all evening. You were so caught up in thinking that you didn’t even hear the doorknob to the bathroom turn as Matt stepped into the bathroom.

Matt knew he shouldn’t have. You were one of his closest friends. There was no way he should be watching you showering. It was weird and wrong on so many levels, yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away from your body. You looked peaceful, head thrown back under the water and eyes closed, soft moans escaping your lips as you relaxed. The way the warm water and soap suds caressed your body and curves as they cascaded into the drain made him think about what other white substances would look like dripping down your body in the shower.

What the fuck? Why was he thinking about railing you? You two weren’t even that close and he didn’t like you like that. Still, Matt couldn’t deny the tightening in his cock at the image of you in front of him, and the image of you in his mind. He told himself that it was just because he hadn’t been laid in so long, but the brunette couldn’t help the soft groan that made its way out of his mouth.

At the sound, your eyes flew open, head turning towards the door. “Matt?” You futilely tried to cover yourself, knowing it was useless. Matt had already seen it all.

“Fuck, I…uh, fuck–Y/N, I’m sorry,” he grumbled, clearing his throat. “I was just coming to brush my teeth and Nick and Chris didn’t tell me you were…in here.”

You shut the water off quickly, grabbing the towel you’d thrown over the side of the glass door and wrapping it around your body. “Shit, I’m sorry, Matt. I should’ve locked the door.”

“It’s um, it’s fine,” Matt coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as his face turned red. “I’m just gonna…grab my toothbrush and use Chris’ bathroom tonight. ‘S all yours in here.”

You watched as Matt grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and scrambled out of the bathroom. You were still standing in the draining shower, dripping wet and shivering. Part of you couldn’t believe that one of your best male friends had seen you showering, but for some reason, another part of you wasn’t mad about it. Unbeknownst to you, though, Matt was feeling the same way in his cold shower downstairs.

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waterloggedsoliloquy · 6 months

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mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys

mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

#cecil drawls #long post #i love you guys

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factual-fantasy · 7 months

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29 asksss

Yes

@britneyt

Aw! Thank you! :DD

@gilbertsphotography

The elven style ears are meant to make them look less human and to match the Wario bros. :0 My AU's Peach and Daisy are these tall elf like creatures, not humans. They are the same species as the Wario bros.

Jangles would prepare himself for this brutal duel in "put em up" type battle stance. Ready to give this fight his all.

Only to be squashed by Jangle. Alas, he is made of plastic <XDD

@pinkpenguin88888

XDD Thought that was a bunny at first-

:DD Thank you! But hey, nothing's stopping you from book marking the post or saving the link to it somewhere :0

@whereismycupofcoffee

Honestly I have no hope. I'm thinking its gonna bomb like the Ruin DLC did, lore wise. Calling it now there's gonna be a character named VANESSA and her nickname is VANNY even though this movie is about the first game and has NOTHING TO DO WITH VANESSA. There's gonna be a kid named Cassidy, another kid named Gregory, circus baby is gonna come out of nowhere, there's gonna be a nightmare animatronic reference, one kid is gonna look like the crying child for no reason, Springtrap is gonna talk a lot and take away the horror- its gonna be a mess. The lore will be a terrible. mess.

Horror wise it might be awesome but I am NOT looking forward to all the crap they're gonna mix in with the lore. Its soooo simple, just make a spooky movie that captures the terror that the first game created. Recreate the mystery and horror. Bonnie disappearing, Foxy running down the hall. Freddy's music. Maybe Golden Freddy?? Hints of a darker past with dead kids. It would be awesome. They don't gotta complicate the lore by adding all the other games into it but I know they will-

@palettepainter :DD Thank you!!

@randox-talore Nope! The flowers don't make them bigger. They just give the bros ice/fire powers :}

@devastatorst

Pretty much XDD

@andysalleyway

:DDD Thank you so much!! Honestly I'm surprised by the number of my followers that are into the same fandoms I'm into. Sounds like I've found my people! XDD

Thanks, I'm hoping it finally gets through to people and they'll just leave me alone..

It is! But ya gotta DM me for it so I can sus out your blog :x

I need to have some idea of who I'm letting in-

:DD Thank you so much! Also sorry, I don't take requests :/

@montygatorshusband

THANK YOU! I don't support any ships from any fandoms, I just personally don't like them. So having people harp on me and my AU because a "canon ship" isn't in it was really annoying.. 😓

Glamrock Bonnie and Foxy would be thinking "Wow, they look different/great! :00"

Glamrock Freddy and Chica are like "WHY IS BONNIE SO LARGE"

Oooo that would be cool! All my versions of Bonnie are slow, so having him throw things at Gregory would be terrifying-

@ocinstituterep

The reason why I haven't drawn any classic mermaids like that is because it felt kind'a weird to add a half human creature into the Octonauts universe. Considering humans don't exist in it.. Now that post with the mermaid thing actually has the creature looking humanoid for sure. Because it would look more alien if it was human. But I kept the scales because a straight up half human mermaid would just feel out of place-

@mashmellowy

Firealpaca! :}}

@oddesto

XD Thank you!! Also my WHOLE BLOG?? Dang. I apologize for all the Gravity falls cringe you had to see-

XD Factual Fanta, that's great 🤣🤣

@citrusfruitman

I think those people are just salty because they wanna draw my stuff but I wont let them. My true fans will have basic human respect and just not draw fanart without sending me hate and rude comments.

@danman22ful

Monty is much more mellow and kind in the Partial swap. Although he still can be a bit of a grump sometimes. The way Bonnie is treating everyone (mostly Foxy) really angers/upsets him.

Roxy hasn't changed a whole lot tbh. Full of grief and self loathing. Except I don't think she'd have this "I'm better than you" attitude. Her thinking that Freddy's death was her fault would crush her. Just like Monty was crushed in the OG au.

:DDD Thank you!! Also really? :00 Wow, great minds do think alike! XD

Aw, I'm sorry that you relate to Bonnie's struggles, <:(

I was thinking he would do 1 of 2 things.

Either this bombshell that his late friends of 10 years are alive, would be so emotionally overwhelming that he would completely shut down. Literally. They would break into his room and Bonnie is collapsed on the floor. And cannot be reactivated. And when he does eventually reactivate, he absolutely refuses to acknowledge or speak to anyone in anyway..

OR, hearing that Chica and Freddy are alive, would completely drown out any other feeling. They're alive, he would rush out of his room to go see them. All of his stress, all of his anger would be swept away in favor of his anxiousness to see his friends again. And finally, he would talk to people again somewhat. Every day would get easier knowing that once its over he can go see Freddy and Chica again.

I haven't decided which one is better <XD

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Post in question)

Oh a whole mix of emotions. Mostly joy and sadness though.. Joy to see them alive after all these years. But sadness too see the horrible states they're in.. Mostly Freddy's state-

<XD Don't worry I wont. I know some of the angsty bits of Bluey but not enough to draw stuff and traumatize you all-

You are spared this time! XDD

#my response #fnaf security breach #super mario bros #octonauts #jangles

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smileydk · 4 months

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I already knew I was hot

Pairing: Husband!Mingyu x OC

Summary: Jiwoo has a horrible fever. Mingyu tries to get her to rest. She refuses to accept that she has a fever.

cw/tw: fluff, cheesy nicknames (Mingyu calls OC baby/my love/love/princess. OC calls Mingyu Gyu/baby)

Note: Just... you know, Husband!Mingyu on the brain

The sun shone through the blinds as the clock neared 7 in the morning. As cliché as it may sound, the birds were chirping outside the window.

Mingyu smiled and stroked Jiwoo's hair as she slept on his chest. He couldn't understand how he managed to marry such a gorgeous woman.

Hell, she was even gorgeous when she slept.

Jiwoo had a habit of just laying on top of him, listening to his heartbeat, before falling asleep. Or she'd have her arms around his neck with her nose burried in his neck. Mingyu couldn't understand why she liked it.

What he did know however, was that he didn't mind it. Her weight was comforting. And if it made her happy, and sleep well, he would never be able to deny her it.

As his fingers brushed across her forehead his eyebrows scrunched. He laid the back of his hand against her forehead. His eyes widened.

She was on fire.

He gently shook her shoulders. ''My love, wake up'' Jiwoo only mumbled something incoherent. ''My love, you're on fire. We need to fix your fever''

Jiwoo whined but rolled off Mingyu. ''I already knew I was hot, no need to blame it on a fever''

''Baby, you're burning up'' Mingyu ignored her comment and headed for the kitchen.

He found a glass bowl and filled it with cold water. He opened the freeze and threw a couple of ice cubes in as well. He found a rag and walked back to the bedroom.

''Gyu, I'm fine''

''You are such a stubborn woman. You are burning up, love'' Mingyu dipped the rag in the cold water, squeezed out the excess water, and placed it on Jiwoo's forehead.

Jiwoo pouted, but accepted the cold rag.

''Look, I have to go to work. I'll do my best and get off at lunch. I'll bring home some food and medicine. Do not move'' Mingyu pointed a stern finger in her direction.

''Fine''

Mingyu nodded. ''Good'' He started changing out of his gray sweatpants and into his office-wear. ''Change the rag when it starts feeling less... cold. That's the only thing I'll allow you to do, changing the water in that bowl''

''Yeah yeah, hurry up or you'll be late'' Mingyu chuckled and nodded. He tied his tie and leaned donw. He pressed a small kiss to Jiwoo's cheek before he headed out.

As soon as Jiwoo heard the car leave the driveway she sat up. ''He can't tell me what to do. I'm a grown woman'' She mumbled and stood up.

She completely ignored Mingyu's order and started cleaning the apartment instead. She was humming to herself as she vaccumed.

She then started doing the dishes and before she knew it the front door opened and Mingyu stood there, staring at her. ''I gave you one order''

''Gyu, I am a grown woman. I don't have to listen to you''

Mingyu sighed and put down his bag by the door. He undid his tie and walked over to his wife. He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her waist.

''I just worry that you're overworking yourself with that fever. I care about you, baby'' He kissed her forehead. ''Now let's get you back to bed''

''I don't want to~'' Jiwoo laid her cheek against Mingyu's chest. ''I don't like laying in bed, being... useless''

''Fine, sit, I bought food'' He held up a bag of McDonald's.

''Can we watch "Rain Man" while eating?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

''Anything you want'' Mingyu chuckled and headed for the living room. Jiwoo cheered quietly and followed him.

As they started the movie Mingyu handed Jiwoo one of the sodas. He'd bought her a coke and himself a fanta. As Jiwoo took a sip she slowly turned to her husband.

''Wanna switch?'' Mingyu asked with a chuckle. Jiwoo nodded shyly. She knew he loved fanta, but she wasn't feeling the coke.

''You don't have to-''

''Here'' Mingyu removed his straw and held out his cup to Jiwoo. Jiwoo smiled happily and removed her own straw and accepted the cup.

''Best husband ever. Love you!'' She kissed his cheek and sipped the fanta happily.

Mingyu smiled as she smiled. Anything to make her happy.

As they finished the food, and the movie continued rolling, Mingyu dug out some medicine for Jiwoo. ''Deny the fever all you want, but take this now''

Jiwoo sighed. And he called her stubborn. ''Okay... only because you gave me your fanta''

The movie continued and Jiwoo's eyes started to get droopy. She laid down in Mingyu's lap. ''Tom Cruise is an ass''

Mingyu chuckled and stroked her hair. ''Yeah he is''

A couple of hours later Jiwoo woke up in their shared bed. The cold rag was back on her forehead and Mingyu was nowhere to be seen.

But she could hear the shower turning off. She wrapped herself in a blanket and walked into the bathroom.

There he stood. Kim Mingyu. Her husband. Dressed while drying his hair with a small towel.

''Look who's awake! Slept well, my love?''

Even if it was a bit reluctant, Jiwoo nodded. ''Yeah. I might have a bit of a fever. Thank you for forcing me to rest''

Mingyu smiled and wrapped his arms around her blanket-covered body. He rested his head on top of hers. ''Of course. Can't let my wife die to a fever''

''You're so dramatic, Gyu. I want oranges. Do we have any?'' Jiwoo looked up from his chest.

''Yeah. I bought some earlier''

''Ooo!'' Before Jiwoo could take another step, Mingyu wrapped his arms around her waist, threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to bed and laid her down.

''Don't move. I'll get your stupid orange''

Jiwoo groaned but nodded. Mingyu disappeared down to down to the kitchen.

As he stood in the kitchen he stared at the orange for a minute. ''Should I peel it? It would be weird to bring back an unpeeled orange, wouldn't it?''

He argued with himself for another minute. But soon he was back in the bedroom, with the orange, on a plate, peeled and ready to eat.

''Wow, you peeled it for me. Why? I could've done it myself'' Jiwoo questioned and ate a slice.

Mingyu blushed and shrugged. ''Dunno'' He sat down next to her on the bed. ''I just thought I'd be nice... and I know you got your nails done the other day. I didn't want you to ruin them because I know you're picky when stuff get under your nails. And your sick... and it felt weird to give you an unpeeled orange when I said I'd get it for you''

Jiwoo's jaw was on the ground. She must've hit the jackpot or something when she chose to marry this man.

Mingyu blushed a deeper color of red as his wife kind of just stared at him in pure adoration. He didn't know what to do. He just hid in the first pillow he could find.

''Stop staring at me like that'' He mumbled and peeked up from the pillow.

''Kim Mingyu. You are the cutest man on earth. And the best husband ever'' Jiwoo leaned over to Mingyu and hugged him tightly.

''Alright alright, eat your orange. Then sleep''

''I am 25, I can decide on my own when I sleep'' Jiwoo said in a determined tone, but she continued eating the orange.

''A 25 year old who loves when her husband peel oranges for her. And when her husband changes sodas with her because she didn't feel like drinking coke that day. And when her husband forces her to rest even when she's a stubborn asshole who won't accept she has a fever. Want me to continue?''

Jiwoo glared at him. ''My fever is not that bad. I'll live''

''That's not the point. The point is that you're to stubborn to rest when your body literally screams for it. So eat orange. Then sleep''

Jiwoo pouted but nodded. ''Only if you're sleeping with me. Because no way in hell am I sleeping alone at 10 p.m''

''Sure''

So she finished her orange, put the plate on her bedside table and laid back down on her back. Mingyu stared at her with a pout. What the hell was she doing?

''What?'' Jiwoo asked and turned to her husband with a smile.

He patted his chest and held out his arms for her. ''Here''

Jiwoo giggled and shook her head. ''Why do we even have a king sized bed?''

''I don't know. You chose it. Now come here!'' He grabbed her and somehow pulled her on top of him. ''Much better''

''You're cute''

''I know'' Mingyu winked and wrapped his arms around her waist. ''How's your "not-fever" feeling?'' He laid his hand on her forehead.

''I'm fine Gyu''

Reluctantly Mingyu agreed. Her fever had gone down. For now at least. ''Fine, but that doesn't mean you can do stuff. Sleep''

''Love you~'' Jiwoo smiled and laid her head against his chest.

''Love you more''

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Okay but the idea of Bob getting to the point where he has to throw hands to protect you is so hot. Purely because you just know it’s not in his nature.

Another Statistic // Bob Floyd

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: hey guys so a major trigger warning on this one for sexual assault. Please read at your own discretion and please remember that this is a work of fiction. Angst is what I do.

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This really got out of control For this one we need to go back to the beginning of the story.

Robert Floyd didn’t drink alcohol for a few reasons. None of them really being all too life changing, for one he just didn’t like the burning sensation that came along with liquor, and beer just out right made him feel sick. He’d tried a few fancy cocktails here and there—all enjoyable until the sugar wore off or until the next morning. But there was one reason why Bob was always the designated driver, one reason why he always had a plan A, a plan B and a plan C. There was a reason why he preferred water or a glass of Lemonade, Fanta or Coke while at dinners, clubs or bars and there was a reason he never really caved to the societal pressure of drinking with your peers after a long day, or social gatherings where alcohol seemed to be in abundance.

The simple answer to all Robert Floyd’s why’s, the question ‘you aren’t drinking man?’ Had a more simple answer that could easily be shortened down to one word. One person actually.

You.

Bob chose a long time ago that he’d be happy to never drink again if that meant he could protect you. And that’s not to say Bob had ever been some macho Johnny Bravo protector. No. Bob in his very nature was a back seater. He was very much a back seater in all aspects of life, a wallflower. But god Bob would run out into the line of fire any day if it meant taking a bullet that was meant for you. He’d do anything for the love of his life, his best friend. And he has and always will continue to.

“And who would this lovely lady of the sea be?” Like the wallflower he was, Bob had had enough time to get a pretty good read on the type of man Jake Seresin was. He'd come to the conclusion he was happy he hadn’t encountered the man who had an ego the size out Mt Everest. What Bob couldn't see coming from a million miles away would be the fact Jake Seresin would become a bigger part of his life then he could ever picture. A trusted colleague, a good friend and above all? Godfather to his child but we’ll touch base on that at a later time. “Bob? Care to introduce us to your friend here? One of Top Guns finest i presume?”

“Uh–” Bob stammered over his words as he cleaned peanut crumbs from his uniform. “This is uh–um i–” Bob watched as you chuckled, passing him your half finished beer as you held out your hand out for Jake to shake gracefully. Bob watched you interact with Jake, his hand slowly coming to find the hem of your naval skirt, twirling the fabric carefully between his fingers. A small yet loving gesture to let you know he was there. He'd always be there. Holding your half drunk beer brought back a memory Bob didn't want to remember. It wasn't a fond memory or one he’d necessarily like to ever talk about again. But for some reason holding your beer watching Jake try to make his move on you just brought the memories flooding back, like a brick wall had fallen on top of him.

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Woody’s Tavern was the place to be. It was where the majority of the naval academy cadets chose to spend their free time. Drinking away the pain for fitness tests and long gruelling days learning how to operate navigation systems, perform Clarence dives and just in general learning how to be Navy men and women. You of course were no exception to the rule.

“Bob, it's a friday night, it's a long weekend, there's no classes on Monday and we don't have another exam till wednesday week!” working to fix your earring you reminded Bob who sat at the end of your bed looking at you like a love struck puppy dog you'd just kicked in the face. “Let loose will ya?”

“It's just not my thing, you know that.” It was Bob's turn to retaliate, reminding you that this was him you were talking to. Bob. Robert Floyd. “I'd rather just, not.” Bob explained briefly. He wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, that the dress you wore looked nice, respectable yet fun at the same time. He thought the colour made your eyes pop, but that it didn't take away from the fact your smile was the one thing that he couldn't get enough of. But he settled for something that he knew would be low key, that would keep him under your radar. “You look nice though.”

“Thanks–” it made your heart flutter, in fact it skipped a beat as the butterflies in your stomach took off into a million different directions. You were smitten and he didn't even know it. The heat in your cheeks rose as you tried your best to cool your face before turning around to face Bob. “You still okay to pick me up though?” you asked softly, making sure the offer still stood. Bob finished his phone out from his back pocket as he stood, making his way over to you as he turned the ringer off silent, turning the volume up as loud as the device would allow him to do so.

“Just call me when you're ready.” The moment between you and Bob lingered in silence as the gap seemed to be almost nonexistent. Your eyes roamed his face, his body. The simple T-shirt he wore that hung off his chest so perfectly. His eyes roamed your face, your body. He was well and truly fucked if you didnt feel the same way about him, he knew that. So to say nothing was better to say something and risk losing you all together. The friendship you shared was worth more to him then you'd probably ever know. But something bold told him to question why you were looking at him the way you were. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You asked, caught out as you shook your head for a second, collecting yourself. “I wasn't lo–”

“You were looking at me! You had a look in your eye!” Bob chuckled as he watched you grab your shoes, a friend picking you up to take you over to the tavern, charlotte.

“Well even if I was you were looking at me too!” you sassed back. “So I don't know what that's all about but whatever it was, it won't happen again.” you rolled your shoulders back. You'd almost been caught red handed literally longing for Bob. a close call.

“Yes ma'am Radar ma’am.” Bob teased as he saluted you, falling back onto your bed. Staying the night so he could keep an eye on the most definite drunk version of yourself that he’d be collecting at all hours of the night. “Just be careful, please?” leaning back on his forearms, Bob looked at you with a serious look in his eyes, suddenly a different vibe lingered between you as he stared at you, drinking you in. “Promise me, what’s the safe word again? Peaches or peechay or something to do with peaches? Isn’t it?” You didn't say anything as you pressed your lips together, holding your purse to your chest, debating whether or not it was a good idea to go for it or not. Throw all corrosion into the wind and let Bob know that you'd come back to him.

Maybe it was the few shots you had to pre game the night, or maybe it was just the fact you loved Bob with all your heart but just couldn't say it. But you were walking closer to where he was sitting on your bed, leaning in and over to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Rubbing your thumb over the shade of nude you'd left behind from your lips.

“I'll be fine, but I promise I'll be careful.” stunned into complete silence and shook at what you'd just done. Bob's eyes lit up in pure joy. Coughing to clear his throat a little before he responded in broken english. Forgetting how to speak, how to breathe all at the same time from a simple gesture. “Peachy—I’m just peachy'' is the safe line.” You reminded him.

“Uh, good–yeah um, I'm glad we’re uh, we’re on the same page then.”

“I think we are, aren't we?” you asked. You hoped Bob was talking about the page where you both had mutual feelings but were both too scared to say anything. Not the page where you'd be careful on a Friday night out with friends. “Right?’ asking again as your unanswered question lingered in the air as Bob struggled to take his eyes off you. Opting to do the same thing you'd done just seconds before just slightly more ballsy and way out of his comfort zone. Leaning in to kiss you softly, Bob's lips melted with yours. His hands coming up to cup your checks, the pad of his thumbs softly rubbing your cheeks. A few seconds he'd remember for the rest of his life if this went south. Pulling away slowly, Bob feared opening his eyes. But when he did and he saw you looking back at him trying so hard to hide a smile so bright, his heart grew so much bigger.

“Yeah, yeah we’re on the same page.” Bob whispered. Watching as you stood, fixing yourself up as you made your way to your door. “I'll be here when you get back!” he smirked, leaning right back on your bed, getting comfy.

“Wish you were coming with me!” you cooed. Standing in the doorway. “Sure I can't tempt you?” Bob to this day regretted his next sentence, all he had to do was say sure and everything could have been avoided. Bob liked to tourtue himself over it. A sense of guilt always stayed with him, even years later. He had a chance.

“I'm good, really, maybe next time.” nodding softly, you accepted Bob's stance.

“I'll call you later.” you smiled, shutting the door softly as Bob watched out your bedroom window as you got into Charloots ute. Sighing heavily as he tried to process what just happened. A definite turning point in your friendship would soon be overshadowed by regret and guilt.

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The night had been going great, you’d been enjoying yourself. Letting loose. You felt like you hadn’t had the opportunity to just forget everything in a long time. The liquor was flowing and flowing fast. The music was pumping, the company was great. You felt like you’d had a real chance to relieve the incredibly serious, incredibly difficult immense pressures you carried above your shoulders. The incredibly toxic mustard shit that was the naval academy. You’d given just within an inch of your life to pass that advanced navigation exam and like fuck were you not going to let your hair down.

But picture this, let me set the scene for you. A game of pool had caught your eye, your whiskey sour slightly spilled over the lip of your glass as you handed it to Charlotte. Taking the pool cue you eyed your target, leaning over the table as you went to shoot your shot, a hand slid up the back of your leg, hovering over your arse. It had your heart pausing, instantly a sudden flush of heat overcame you with fear. Shooting your shot as you stood. Turing to see who was touching you so inappropriately.

“Radar—“ E.T smirked as you leaned back against the pool table. His body was uncomfortably close to yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. See the lust in his eyes. “You look great—“ so you’d been told, Bob was probably asleep by now. You wished he was here.

“Watch where those hands fall Leo before I break every last metacarpal in them.” Leo Ward. Call sign E.T because god was he otherworldly in his ability to do anything less than ordinary. He was an exceptional cadet, a fine pilot but he was a pig of a man. It was point blank, black and white knowledge. “I would back all the way off if I were you.” You hissed through gritted teeth.

“C’mon now Radar, you’re here for a good time, I can show you a good time.” Your face contorted in disgust. “Robert not around?” E.T look around for Bob who was usually glued to your hip. Two peas in a pod.

“You’re the last person on the planet I would give it up for, especially after this.” Pushing past Leo you sighed as he smirked. Walking back over the were Charlotte stood completely dumbfounded as she handed you your drink.

“Holy shit—“

“Don’t.” You mumbled into your drink, sinking back the liquor in one go. “Just Don’t—“

“E.T’s fucking plastered.” She chuckled. “God what a pig.” Sipping her own drink you felt a shiver run up your spine. “Should we go? I think I’m done for the night anyway—kinda don’t want to stick around and see who his next victim is if you know what I mean.” Charlotte sighed, knowing Leo probably wasn’t capable of understanding the word no at this point. As you watched him eye you down from across the tavern, you agreed.

“I’ll call Bob.” Fishing your phone from your purse, you hit Bob's name in your phone. ‘Other Half’ holding it up to your ear as the dial tone rang. It didn’t take long for Bob to answer. His voice deep and comforting.

“Bob's taxi service, how can I help you?” Bob teased as he let out a yawn. You couldn’t help but to bite your bottom lip to stop a smirk from plastering your face.

“Can you come pick me up?” You asked softly. The night coming to an end. E.T’s inappropriate behaviour just ruining the mood for you. You were over it. Done.

“Ah, are we done letting loose are we?” Bob sat up, looking for his shirt in the dark of your room, having fallen asleep in the comfort of your bed. “I’ll be there in five.”

“Okay, see you soon?” You replied, holding back the anger and frustration that laced your tone.

“Hey, you alright?” Bob questioned, your tone blunt and sharp as you caught the sight of E.T staring at you. Eyes hungry. You needed to get out of there. “Renee?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, just wanna come home.” You shook it off, remembering that going home meant getting to be with Bob. Something had shifted between the two of you and you were excited to see where things would go. The alcohol in your system suppressing the anxiety of potentially ruining the best friendship you’d ever had. “See you soon, okay? I’ll wait out the front with Charlotte.”

“I’ll drop her home on the way back, see you soon.” Bob was quick to finally find his shirt, shoving it over his head as he grabbed his keys, rubbing the sleep from the corner of his eyes before rushing out to where he car was parked.

Placing your phone back into your purse you lost sight of where E.T had gone, perhaps he’d left? Shaking off the unnerving feelings his presence had left you, you let your hand fall to Charlotte's shoulder as you leaned in.

“Hey Bobs on his way, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick and I’ll meet you outside!” Shouting over the music into Charlotte's ear, she nodded in response. Making your way through the busy tavern full of people you knew with familiar faces at every turn, you pushed open the bathroom door. It was empty. The three stalls all open and unoccupied. Choosing the middle stall you did what you needed to—emptied your very full bladder with a sigh of relief. Your head spinning from all the different liquors you’d consumed. After tonight you’d made a mental note to not mix your liquors.

Footsteps approached the stall beside you but you didn’t think too much into it. Wiping, flushing, fixing yourself up the best you could on slightly wobbly legs, you opened the stall, making a directed line for the sinks to wash your hands. Only to have two rather muscular arms wrap around you from behind. Your first instinct as fight or flight kicked in, you screamed, a hand cupping your mouth shortly after the muffle you, silence you.

“Shhh, shhh easy Radar, you wouldn’t want to ruin the run now would you?” You caught the sight of him in the mirror as you stilled, looking at him through the mirror as he looked back at you. E.T. “Just wanna have a little fun now that we're alone.” Removing his hand from your mouth slowly, Leo let his hand fall to your chest. You froze in fear. “See, now we’re having fun.”

“I don’t wanna do anything with you—“ you whispered through tears. E.T didn’t listen as he pushed you forcefully against the nearest wall. The back of your head smacking harshly against the tiles. “Leo stop—“ you begged. Again, he didn’t listen. His hand coming to squeeze your cheeks together as his other roamed your hips, slowly but surely making its way between your thighs. Fear hitching in the back of your throat.

“I just think that, if you really are gonna fuck your way to the top of the class, wouldn’t you want to fuck someone who could possibly raise your social status? Not some library dweller who probably doesn’t even know where to put it?” Leo smirked as his hand shoved your dress up to your hips. You tried to fight him off but in terms of strength? He dominated. “I’m serious Radar, no one takes you seriously with that bug eyed back seater.” Leo hissed as he started to undo his belt. His hand coming down from squeezing your cheeks to wrap around your neck. Choking you as he restricted your airways. “But me? We’d be unstoppable together, a power couple—“

“Leo, st—stop!” You cried out under the pressure of his hand around your throat. “We—talk, let’s talk!” Throwing you down to the ground, Leo grabbed your wrist above your head as his knees spread yours. Hovering over you as you squirmed. “LEO!!”

“I can make you cum, like nobody else has.” You wanted to throw up. “Not Bob, not anyone.” Leo hissed as he kissed your lips. Shaking him off you didn’t expect him to headbutt you out of rejection. Blood dripped from your nose as your head throbbed. Knocking on the door filling the bathroom.

“Renee you in there?” It was Bob, you knew it was Bob. Unbeknownst to you, E.T had locked the main door, only after having placed a makeshift out of order sign on the door to deter others away. Before you could respond Leo had his hand cupped over your mouth. Smirked Maniacally.

“Just me Rob, don’t even sweat it brother we’re just having some fun.” Leo leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Say yes or I swear to god I’ll beat that fucking guy into nothingness the second I’m done with you.” You knew Leo would, his eyes were so unapologetically dark as he removed his hand. “Aren’t we, Radar?” You hesitated as you let tears fall free.

“Yep! I’m just peachy!” Your voice hitched as you felt Leo’s lips on your neck as his fingers pushed your g-string to the side. “I’m just—just peachy!” You hoped, no. You fucking prayed Bob remembered, but hearing nothing in response you hope diminished quickly. Maybe Bob had been blinded by Jealousy to remember you’d never do anything to hurt him.

“Lover boys all gone now Radar—it’s just you and me.” Leo kissed your collarbone. “Can’t get enough of—“ it came out of nowhere. The door completely ripped off its hinges as Bob shouldered it with his entire being. Crashing into the bathroom with a thud, Bob was quick on his feet as he saw you under Leo in a complete mess. Crying, shaking in fear.

“What the hell, Ward!” Bob shouted as his hands balled into fists, tackling him off you. Straddling his waist as Bob laid into him, one punch after another. Robert Floyd had never been in a fight before, but for you he’d do anything. Blinded by pure unconditional love. “She said no! Didn’t she!?” Bob shouted, holding Leo’s collar. “Didn’t she!” Spitting a mouthful of blood out Leo chuckled before he answered.

“She asked for it the second she put that dress on and you know it, because I know that you know, you were thinking the same fucking thing.” Leo hissed, his teeth stained with his own blood. Bob threw him down. Standing as he left Leo bloodied in the corner of the bathroom. Looking around for you. His knuckles throbbing. You’d run out the second the door was open, flight overpowering fight as you ran through the tavern straight out into the car park. Bob's car was a beacon of safety as you ran straight for it.

“Renee!!” Bob shouted after you as you slid down the side of the passenger door. Of course he fucking locked it. Carefully and ever so slowly Bob reached you, kneeling in front of you as he reached out to cup your cheeks. Flinching for a second you welcomed his touch. Eyes so distant it was like no one was home as Bob tried to catch your gaze. “I’m here.”

“I didn’t want him to touch me—“ you whispered. Sobbing as you tried to hold yourself together. “I didn’t want him to touch me.” You repeated again as Bob nodded, validating you.

“I know, hey—look at me?” Bob cooed. His thumbs working to rub your tears. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.” Bob promised. In that moment Bob knew he’d never drink and he’d never not join you at social events. He’d keep you safe. “Your nose looks broken, best case just really swollen?” Bob assessed the damage as carefully as he could. “I think we need to get you to the hospital, just to make sure everythings okay?” You didn't respond to Bob as he stayed kneeling before you, the rocks of the gravel digging into his knees. “Maybe get the police involved, leo should be ch–”

“No police.” Your head lulled to the side in defeat. “It’s Leo Ward, nothing will happen to Leo Ward.” It was common knowledge that although Leo was an absolute pig, he was the commissioner's son. “I just wanna go home” Bob knew that to argue with you now would probably be the worst thing he could do. He wanted you to feel in control. Although he wanted to make sure you were okay? He'd try again later. Nodded as he helped you up, Charlotte had sent you a text to say she’d gotten a ride with Ben. You didn’t talk much after that night. If she’s come with you maybe Leo wouldn’t have had such an opportunity. And the rumours that spread like wildfire across campus didn’t help.

“Okay, yeah, let’s get you home.”

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Complete and utter silence fell between the two of you in the car on the way home. You couldn’t find the energy to speak, you didn’t want to speak. It wasn’t that Bob didn’t want to talk he just didn’t know how to ask, he didn’t really want to ask either because I do that any word would want to hurt you too sick to your stomach.

As soon as Bob pulled up into the drive he watched to slowly get out of the car. Like a zombie a part of you was gone for good. Locking his car Bob followed you inside, when he heard the sound of running water and sobs that held more anguish than he’d ever like to imagine coming from the bathroom? His heart broke just a little more. Pushing the slightly ajar door open Bob saw you in the shower, fully clothed, completely submerged in the water that fell from your shower head. Sighing, he pressed his lips together. Kicking off his shoes and removing his shirt.

“This is what we're doing huh?” Bob sighed to himself as he stepped into the shower. Standing behind you as you cried. His hands resting on your shoulders letting you know he was here. The moment bobs hands touched your shoulders you gave in, your legs weak as you collapsed. “Shit—“ Bob gasped as he came down with you. His legs falling either side of you as you leant back into his chest. “Hey, easy—I got you, I got you.”

“I fucking hate this.” You cried out. “Why? I didn’t ask for it I wasn’t even doing anything I just—“ you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Bob worked to hold you close, listening to you cry. Bob didn’t know what to do except console you, holding you close, your back against his chest. “This god damn hell of a world—“ you sobbed uncontrollably, anger bubbling to the surface as you let everything out. Bob couldn’t stand to see you so hurt, so vulnerable.

“Let me tell you something you already know, alright?” Bob worked to move the hair that clung to you like glue. “The worlds not all sunshine and rainbows, it's a very mean and nasty place.” Bob cooed softly as he held you. The water running over you as your sons settled at the sound of his voice. Always a comfort. “And I don't care how tough you think you need to be right now but it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.” Bob didn’t want this to change who you were. He knew it would always stay with you, but he didn’t want it to change a single thing about you. Your smile, your laugh,the way you lit up any room. “Life hits hard but it's about how hard you can take the hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward.” The silence lingered between you and Bob as the water rushed over you. The back of your head resting against his chest. “I know to you, it probably feels like the best thing for you to do right now would be to stay silent, lay low, process everything. But if Leo can so easily do this to you he could very much do it again and again and if i'm being completely honest? He's probably gotten away with this already.”

“I know i have to tell someone but i just cant right now Bob, i'm tired, my head hurts, and all i want to do is sleep.” You sobbed, sniffling as you grabbed Bob's hands, gently pulling them into your eyeline. Letting out a hiss as the hot water washed the grim from the bloodied knuckles he wore. “I didn't say thankyou for coming.”

“You don't need to thank me.” Bob let his head rest against the tiles of your shower, accepting the fact he was completely soaked and not going anywhere anytime soon. “Just doing what I was taught to do.”

“What would that be?” you questioned as you picked up the soaked washcloth from the ground, working to dab Bob's knuckles as he hissed softly. The sting all too real. Bob wasn't sure if now would be a good time but he didnt know how to stop himself.

“I uh, nows probably not the most appropriate time given the circumstances but um– i was just trying to protect you because i think– i love you.” You kept dabbing away at Bob's knuckles as your heart skipped a beat. Bob shifted in his place behind you gently as he sat up a little straighter. His chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “You don't have to love me back, I think I'd just be happy having you in my life, but please try and remember that I will never let anyone hurt you ever again and if anything I'm sorry I just didn't come with you in the first place.” Bob's voice was soft, sincere and apologetic. “I don't think I'll ever turn down an offer to go anywhere with you ever again.” you let out a soft chuckle as you admired your work, Bob's knuckles as clean as bruised knuckles could be after bare knuckle boxing something's face. “I'm sorry.”

“You are the last person who should be saying sorry Bob.” Robert Floyd was a good man, that much you knew for sure. He was kind and caring and was the most sincere soul you'd ever been blessed to know. You loved him. Working to push yourself off the ground before Bob followed, you stood to face him under the water that fell from your showerhead. “I'm not ready to talk to the police about this yet, but I will, I just dont wanna become another statistic that's forgotten about on some shelf until it's too late.” Bob's heart broke for you knowing that more often than not, that's exactly what happened.

“If I have anything to do with it, Leo won't graduate.” Bob added. You smiled as your hands fell to his chest. Bob's arms resting against your hips. “God if he shows up to class on Tuesday ill–” you didn't hesitate to interrupt Bob with a gentle kiss to his lips. Pulling away a few seconds later.

“I think I love you too.” you cooed. Bob couldn't remember where he was going with what he was just saying, maybe that was your plan. If it was, it worked because Bob had his lips back on yours and his hands cupping your cheeks in seconds. Slowly melting away with you as you deepened the kiss, tongues dancing gracefully together as Bob begged for more of you and you begged for more of him. As things started to get a little too heated you pulled back. “I think I just need a little time.” you explained. Bob nodded in response as he tried to regulate his heartbeat. Kissing your forehead, Bob pulled you close as he wrapped his arms around you.

“We have, so much time.”

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ahonice · 11 months

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right where you left me

luke hughes x fem reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: angst, cursing, reader is a sad little bitch.

note: another song fic smh, i don’t like this one very much but i just needed to write something.

italics are song lyrics

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friends break up, friends get married. strangers get born, strangers get buried. trends change, rumors fly through new skies, but i’m right where you left me.

you met luke the night you moved into your college dorm freshman year, your parents were unable to stay to take you out to dinner so they gave you thirty dollars to go to a local diner. so there you were, having the most depressing meal of your life, when a boy slid into the seat across from you.

“you look really sad.”

“thank you.”

he laughed before apologizing, “i don’t mean it to be rude, but is everything okay? this is the saddest i’ve ever seen someone with a milkshake in front of them.”

“yea i’m okay, just moved into my dorm today and my parents weren't able to stay for dinner. i guess i just miss them.” you looked up from your untouched plate of chicken fingers to see who exactly was talking to you.

“oh i get that, i moved in a couple days ago. the first night is definitely the hardest.” he offered you a smile and stuck his hand out, “i’m luke.”

“y/n.”

matches burn after the other. pages turn and stick to each other. wages earned and lessons learned, but i’m right where you left me.

you found yourself at that diner a lot, going there to do your homework late at night when your roommate needed the lights off, going there whenever you were sad or just needed time to yourself, as well as going there whenever you and your boyfriend had a date night. it wasn’t the only restaurant you and luke ate at, but it was the most common one.

your relationship with luke was great, you were happy, he was happy, everyone around you was happy. that’s why you were blindsided when luke suggested you take a break during your weekly date nights.

“i just think that’s what is best for me, and for us, going forward. i need to focus on my rookie season in the nhl, i can’t have any distractions.” hearing luke refer to you as a distraction hurt, everything about what he was saying hurt.

“okay.” you didn’t want to agree, you wanted to fight him on it.

“once next season is over, then we can get back together, reevaluate everything.”

“okay.” one year, one year without him seemed impossible to you, but you needed to let this happen, this would only strengthen your relationship. luke would soon see what a life without you was and all you could do was hope he didn’t like it. this was the last thing you wanted, but you didn’t need him resenting you for any issues that could possibly come up during his rookie season that could easily be tied back to “he has a girlfriend, he is distracted, he isn’t putting hockey first”.

help i’m still at the restaurant, still sitting in the corner i haunt. cross legged in the dim light, they say what a sad sight. i swear, you could hear a hair pin drop, right when i felt the moment stop, glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on, i stayed there, dust collected on my pinned up hair. they expected me to find somewhere, some perspective, but i sat and stared right where you left me.

your visits to the diner became more frequent after luke moved to new jersey, you were there the second your classes were finished for the day and you didn’t leave until the early hours in the morning.

you were used to it, the pity glances from the other customers when your tears began to spill, the sad smiles from the waitresses that had become all too familiar to you, the text messages from your friends and luke’s teammates checking up on you. nobody seemed to understand why you guys were broken up, but all you could respond with when they asked was “we aren’t broken up, we’re on a break.”

did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it. she’s still twenty three, inside her fantasy how it was supposed to be. did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? breakups happen everyday you don’t have to lose it. she’s still twenty three, inside her fantasy.

you were in the diner, in that same booth where two of the three lightbulbs that hung from the ceiling were burnt out, more often than you were on campus. after summer break, once you had begun your junior year of college, you tried to avoid the diner with all that you had in you. your roommates telling you it does no good, it will only harm you to be in a place you once associated with happiness that now brings you nothing close to the fact.

you snuck out of your house at two in the morning after three weeks of being back in ann arbor, hiding your weakness from those you shared walls with, ashamed of yourself as you stood in front of the double doors, the left one still stuck after two years of you coming here.

you scanned the diner, seeing a couple familiar faces, giving them a fake smile before you made your way into the back corner. a false flash of hope struck you as you saw the back of a boy's head in the booth you could call home, but it wasn’t luke, you knew it wasn’t. you quietly made your way over to the booth, tears in your eyes, and got the attention of the boy in the seat luke once claimed as his.

“can i sit here? i won’t bother you, i just need to sit here.”

you’re sitting in front of me, at the restaurant, when i was still the one you want. cross legend in the dim light, everything was just right. i could feel the mascara run, you told me that you met someone. glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on.

luke’s rookie season had officially ended with the devils being taken out of the playoffs in the first round, leaving him to head back to michigan while you were still in it. the school year was ending in two weeks and you were studying for your finals when your phone lit up.

from: luke

hey, i’m at the diner. we need to talk.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you abandoned all of your materials and ran towards your car. you went fifteen over while driving to the diner, rolling through a few too many stop signs as well, but you made it and quickly went inside. you smiled as you saw the familiar back profile of your boyfriend sitting in your booth.

“hey luke.” you smiled, sitting down across from him.

“i met someone else.” your smile fell just as fast as your heart broke. in the time that luke was trying to figure out his career, life on his own, trying to be the best that he could be without any form of distraction, he met someone else. “-and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.”

you scoffed, your sadness quickly turned into anger. “how long?”

“i met her the night of my first game.” it was like the wind had been knocked out of you, that was only six days after you had agreed to go on a break, it took him six days to decide that you were not what he wanted, but what really made you angry was how long it took him to tell you.

“luke that was over a year ago, why did you not tell me sooner?” the tears in your eyes threatened to spill, but you wouldn’t let them, at least not in front of him.

your question was met with silence, the tension in the air was so thick it was choking you.

“this whole time you were with another girl? while i was pathetically sitting around, waiting for you, because i really thought that we were doing this whole thing so you could test the waters of your life in the nhl, but really you wanted to test the waters of your life without me.” you quickly stood up, cutting luke off before he could even try to speak. “goodbye luke.”

help, i’m still at the restaurant. still sitting in the corner i haunt. cross legend in the dim light they say what a sad sight. i stayed there. dust collected on my pinned up hair. i’m sure you’ve got a wife out there. kids and christmas, but i’m unaware. cause i’m right where i cause no harm. mind my business, if our loved died young, i can’t bear no witness and it's been so long.

you had just graduated and you decided to spend your last night in ann arbor in the diner, but this time you had company. your parents, friends, and boyfriend william. william was the boy who was sitting in luke’s seat that one night during your junior year, a friendship had blossomed after you that depressing night. it was never anything romantic, until you and luke officially broke up because you had the common decency that luke apparently lacked. tonight was unlike any night you had spent in the diners in the years before, you were happy, you were sitting in that same booth with all three lightbulbs lit, you could see other patrons and the waitresses and for once they weren’t looking at you with pity.

i’m right where, you left me.

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note: lol i actually hate this but i needed to write something i haven't in weeks (because i have zero inspo lmao i need help) but anyways enjoy, leave feedback, tell me if you loved it if you hated it, anything. love y’all babes!! have a great day <3

#ahonice writes #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #new jersey devils #nhl imagine

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alastorswifee · 2 years

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*walks in lazily*

Oh! Well hello! I had no clue I walked waltzed right into your ask box! 😏

Well, since I'm here already, I have a request.

You remember those Crush/Fanta soda flavored lip balm? What if y/n had a grape flavored and as a mean tease, she just up and kissed Donnie just so he can "taste" her balm?

One day, after about a week of pure torture for the poor purple terrapin, y/n complains about her long, thick ass hair while she's applying that same cursed grape soda flavored lip balm. She comments about cutting her hair short (much to Donnie's dislike, he can't get enough of your hair girl!) and he reminded her why she should keep the long hair and to buy more of that scandalous lip balm. NSFW!

Have fun, my dear sister!

Mercedes~

@sketch-and-write-lover 💓💓

‼️Warning‼️: NSFW under the cut, minors DNI!!

Characters are of age(18+)

You had recently gotten yourself a pack of flavored lip balm, you saw trends on YouTube where YouTubers would blindfold their partners, kiss them and then have them guess the flavor.

It seemed legit and you wanted to try them out and see if they really did taste like the foods/drinks they were flavored after so you ordered yourself a packet of soda flavored lip balms. The variety had so much from coke to sprite! You gasped upon seeing the Fanta flavored soda balms, Fanta was a really good soda you will admit. And even better? There was a grape flavored fanta balm!

You took the balm out of the packet and held it up closely, smiling softly as the colour reminded you of your purple clad boyfriend. You opened up the tube and carefully applied it to your lips, rubbing your lips together before lightly licking your lip a bit.

Oh that tasted good, almost exactly like the actual soda! Damn they really weren’t lying about these things..

As you smiled wide at the taste running through your mouth, your mind suddenly thought of your boyfriend. You definitely need to show Donnie this! And with that you were on your way to the sewers.

As you entered, you quickly applied some of your lip balm once more before pushing the tube into your pocket. You waved to the brothers as you walked past them and they greeted you in return. As you walked into the lab you could hear a bit of noise accompanied by the murmurs of your boyfriend talking to himself as he worked. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him, he’s so cute. You gently tapped his shoulder and smiled brightly as he quickly turned around “oh y/n you scared me” he laughed nervously and pushed his goggles above his head, placing his glasses on his face once more.

You let out a soft laugh and happily stepped closer “guess what” you started to which he slightly tilted his head “by the sound of your tone of voice, you’re excited, so it has to be something good” he chuckles and sat down on his chair, relaxing for a bit as you nod happily. “I bought something and it arrived today” you simply explained to which he nodded “and that is?” He questions with curiosity laced into his voice. “A flavored lip balm! And it tastes just like the drink it was flavored to be as!” You excitedly announced to which he smiled, he loved seeing you happy. “What’s the flavor?” Donnie rests his arms on his arm rests, clearly intrigued by the topic. You would grin cheekily in return “hm..why don’t you..find out” you would mumble with a slightly flirty tone to your voice, resting your hands on his lap and leaning forward. The green turtle would be thrown off guard by your sudden change of tone and actions, being extremely flustered.

If turtles could blush then his cheeks would be bright red..

Before he could respond, you quickly pressed your lips against his for a few seconds before pulling away. He was stunned to say the least, you guys have kissed before but this straight forward flirting flustered him big time. You would point to your own lips and lick them slightly as a gesture for him to do the same. After a few seconds he slowly yet hesitantly ran his tongue between his lips. His eyebrow bones raised as he tasted the flavored balm, was this..grape flavored soda?

The turtle would slowly snap out of his flustered trance and mumble “is this…grape soda?” You would nod with a smile on your lips “mhm!”

Before the purple clad turtle could say anything further, you moved back and hummed to yourself “pretty sweet right? I think I found my new favorite!” You grinned a little too brightly before turning and walking out of his lab “hey Mikey want to play Sonic Adventure?” He could hear you call to his younger brother. Donnie would blink a few times before rubbing his temples, good god what was that..

~ 💜 ~

It has been a whole week since you first got that flavored lip balm and it has been an absolute week of hell for the purple clad turtle. It’s day after day of teasing with that god forsaken lip ointment. Donnie was slowly losing his patience but he kept it together, wanting to let you have your fun.

Today tho, donnie wasn’t feeling as patient as usual. He was watching as you talked about your day while combing through your hair with your fingers. As you pushed the hair over your shoulders, you pulled out your balm and started applying it. Donnie gripped his arm rest a bit tightly but suddenly paused upon hearing the words ‘cut’ and ‘hair’.

What? Wait wait..

“I’m sorry dove, can you repeat” donnie spoke up to which you smiled and rubbed your lips together a bit from applying the lip ointment. “Oh I was thinking about cutting my hair” you said cooly to which he sat up properly “wait why?” He questions. Your hair was so long, beautiful and just so lovely..why would you want to do that? “Well somedays it tends to get in my way or just not cooperate so I was thinking about..you know” you would laugh a little and make a scissor gesture with your fingers.

Donnie shook his head and gently pulled you to sit on his lap “but if you cut it I won’t have anything to play with or braid..or tug” he mumbles the last part quietly to which you blushed a bit, a red tint making its way onto your cheeks. “Yeah?..” you quietly mumbled to which he nodded a little, running his larger fingers through your locks “I love your hair like this..” he suddenly messily held your hair into a messy ponytail with one hand, slightly tugging your head back “and like this..” he stared down at you as you let out a small whimper. His voice was slightly raspy, his tone going from soft to a bit rough.

You looked up at him with submissive eyes, almost begging him for more to which he let out a deep chuckle. “You seem to like that..” he mutters as if he wasn’t aware of the many times he’s done it in bed with you. You slowly moved your head forward as your boyfriend released your long locks from his firm grasp. You were at a loss for words, too flustered to mutter anything in return. Donatello smirked to himself, his eyes trailing your form which was seated on his lap. As your back was facing him, you couldn’t see his smug expression plus..you were too flustered to face him.

Without warning, Donnie turned you around to face him which resulted in you straddling his lap. His hand gently cupped your jaw, his thumb running along your cheek before gently pulling your bottom lip down a bit. “Also..” he starts, his other hand falling to your lower hip. You piped up a bit and looked at him intently to which he chuckles a little under his breath “don’t think I forgot about what you’ve been doing all week..” he finishes, referring to your none stop teasing with that lip balm of yours. You slightly swallowed some built up saliva in your throat and gathered some courage up to answer him “doing what?..” you slightly played dumb, you wanted confirmation that you were both on the same page. “Don’t play dumb now..You think you can tease me with that little lip balm of yours?” He coos a little, leaning his face forward a bit. As you went to move your head back in reaction to him moving forward, his large hand moved from cupping your jaw to holding the back of your head, keeping you in place.

“Not so fast..” Donnie muttered, his gaze going from locking with your eyes to trailing down to your lips. “How about I get another taste hm?” He added and without waiting for an answer, he locked his lips with yours. You kissed back almost immediately, closing your eyes and relaxing your body in his hold.

Donatello was always a sweet and soft lover but this..this was different and you liked it.

Both of your lips moved against each other in a heated manner, parting for a second to get a breath or two before locking once more. You suddenly felt your boyfriend’s tongue run along your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. You slightly parted your lips and let out a shaky breath as you felt his wet muscle swirl around yours. Donnie’s free hand which was resting on your hip started moving, trailing to your thigh then ass, cupping it before giving it a gentle squeeze. You let out a shaky whimper into the make out session, feeling Donnie’s lips slightly curl up into a small smirk.

You slightly pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, Donnie immediately lowering his head and pressing soft kisses along your neck. You tilted your head and your lips parted partially so you can let out soft whimpers and shaky breaths. As soon as the turtle’s lips latched onto your skin and started sucking gently, you arched your back and started grinding your clothed pussy against his thigh. He let out a slight groan against your skin as he continued to litter hickeys all across your neck and collarbone area. His hand took action once more, running to your inner thigh and then to your panty. Your eyes slightly opened as you wished you could have seen what he was planning to do.

You almost immediately got your answer as he started running a finger between your clothed folds, slightly grazing at your clit causing your lower body to shake a little “D..Donnie..” you whimpered out to which the turtle hummed in response “shh..you don’t want anyone hearing us do you?..or maybe you’d like that..” he smirked a bit smugly causing your blush on your cheeks to become brighter. “Please..don’t tease” you whispered quietly but loud enough for hun to hear you. Donatello was amused at your request “but that’s what you’ve been doing to me all week darling..” he coos with a slightly smug tone to his voice, your grimaced as you almost regretted your actions. Before you can answer back you felt his finger press against your clothed clit gently, your body jolted a bit from the sudden pressure put in your clit. “Do-“ before you could even start to speak he started rubbing circles on your sensitive bud causing you to hold onto his shoulders tightly, letting out a shaky whimper as you practically melted in his arms.

As you were trying to get used to the pleasure being brought upon you, you suddenly felt something poking at your thigh causing you to bite your bottom lip..it didn’t take a genius to know what that was.

Suddenly Donnie’s movements seized causing you to slightly whine from the lack of pleasure, his fingers kept running between your now wet folds teasingly “look at me..” he whispered into your ear. You slowly lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him, a flustered expression on your face. “How about you give me another taste of that lip balm hm?” Your eyes became slightly lidded upon hearing his request, you immediately lean forward and press your lips to his to form yet another heated kiss. As you two were doing so, Donnie’s finger suddenly started to push into you causing you to grip his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin a bit.

You pulled away from the kiss and laid your head against Donnie’s shoulder again, the terrapin looking over your shoulder as he started thrusting his finger into you slowly. “F..fuck..” you shakily whimpered out, it was like music to his ears. “That’s it..” he mutters in a soft tone, his fingers were long and thick..they felt amazing and hit all the right spots inside you. At this point the turtle’s erection was getting more and more painful in his pants but he wanted to focus on you first as he always did. To him, your pleasure always came first and he always focused on making sure you cum and are satisfied.

The thrusting suddenly sped up which resulted in you burying your face into his neck to avoid letting out any noise. Donnie would pause his thrusting and wiggle his finger a bit causing it to graze against all the right spots inside you, your body was almost numb from how amazing this felt. He would switch from thrusting to wiggling his finger here and there “cmon, say my name..” he mutters to which you didn’t hesitate, quietly moaning his name much to his delight. You start clenching your walls around his finger which alerted him of your upcoming release, Donnie started making his pacing more rough which caused you to cum on his finger.

The terrapin slowly halted his finger’s movements and gently pulled it out from within you, bringing it up to your mouth. You looked at his finger which was coated in your release before he tapped his finger against your bottom lip, you slightly parted your lips and let him slip is finger into your mouth. You weakly sucked on it as his other hand started pulling your panty down your legs. “Thats a good girl..” he mumbles and dropped the fabric onto the floor, starting to push his pants down enough for his cock to be released. You paused your sucking upon feeling his cock against your thigh, you let him take his finger out of your mouth and adjust you a bit. “Now..how about you ride my cock hm?”

Without hesitation you carefully lifted your hips and took a gentle hold of his cock before guiding it to your entrance. As you felt his tip slip in you sucked in a breath, biting your bottom lip as you slowly lowered your hips. Donnie’s grip on your hips became tight as he let out a sigh of relief. “Go on..” you heard him mutter to which you took a moment to steady yourself before lifting your hips and dropping it down. Donnie dug his nails into your skin gently “fuck..” his moans were so attractive..You tried so hard to stay quiet but due to his size, he was immediately hitting all the right areas within you. Your bouncing started to slightly pick up speed, your hips finding a steady rhythm and your moans surprisingly staying quiet.

Donnie felt along your hips and thighs before running up your sides and under your top. You felt him push your top above your breasts, his eyes watching as your breasts bounced within your bra as a result from your movements “that’s my girl..” he mumbles as he admired you. He was so lucky to have someone as amazing and beautiful as you. The purple clad turtle would suddenly pause his staring upon noticing your movements growing slow and tired. That was his sign to take over which he had no mind doing.

Donatello trailed his hands back down to your hips and gripped them tight “cover your mouth darling..” he warned you to which you slowly nodded and did. Without warning he started thrusting up into you, his thrusts would normally be slow and gentle but today was different and his thrusts were fast and rough. He’s never fucked you like this before and you love it. As you felt his powerful thrusts, you let out a loud moan into your hand as your eyes rolled back a bit. Your hand suddenly dropped from covering your mouth but donnie acted fast, using one hand to cup your face and gently push his thumb into your mouth. This resulted in you sucking on his thumb and silencing your moans, as you felt your second orgasm building you felt Donnie’s thrusts grow frantic which meant he was close as well.

You let out a shaky moan as you clenched around his cock and came, Donnie thrusting a few more times before he started to cum, filling you up slowly. His hand would slowly drop as you stopped sucking on his finger, your body falling forward and resting ontop his as you both tried to catch your breath. Once you two finally calmed down, you looked up at him with a slightly cheeky grin “I should tease you more often..” to which Donnie chuckled “maybe you should..”

#tmnt donatello #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donnie #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt blog #tmnt smut

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sleepy0s · 5 months

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grian? grain? never heard of him

Zedaph: I have a bad feeling about this...

Ariana Griande: What do you mean?

Zedaph: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Ariana Griande: No?

Martyn: That actually explains so much.

(This isn't my best work as i haven't written in a while + my laptop broke so im using an old one that doesn't work very well)

Shapeshifter G au!

He can change his form, looks, features, EVERYTHING (Including his voice, but he can't mimic voices, so it's just a more feminine version of Grians voice for Ariana but its so different no one notices. )

Skyblings

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It’s the Christmas holidays! Many hermits had gone back to their home servers to spend time with family, whilst the rest stayed on hermitcraft together.

Those staying on hermitcraft decided to host a large ‘party’/ festival inviting the hermit's friends and families and any popular people from other servers such as; Empires, Dsmp, MCC, etc. Now, everyone knows a good party needs music and you’d expect no less from Hermitcraft than one of the Best idols across all the servers, Ariana Griande! Luckily, Grian has an Amazing, truly the best sister; Pearl, who can help back up his story of being with family and unable to visit the party.

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Ariana sat on the stage, drinking a bottle of Fanta and just generally relaxing. She had her hair plaited back to keep it out of her face and was wearing a comfortable pink sweater that hung off her shoulders with a soft pleated black skirt. Martyn stood next to her.

“Martyn, you know you don’t have to stay with me all night.? I know your friends with most of the hermits.” She looked towards Martyn, poking his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. But I'm your bodyguard, plus. I don't want to leave you on your own.” he sighed, sitting down on the stage Causing Ariana to chuckle, “You're a big softy! Why aren't you like this when I'm just Grian!?” She fake pouted, they didn’t have to worry about being overheard due to the loud chatter across the server.

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Time Skip!

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Zedaph seemed to appear out of nowhere, not that he noticed Ariana and Martyn. The ram hybrid seemed very suspicious, redstone dust covered his face and he was smiling like he’d done something- “Zedaph, mate you good?” Martyn waved his hand at Zedaph, snapping him out of his trance.

“Yeah, I'm great actually!” Zedaph responded, practically skipping over to them. It took Ariana a minute to realise she should probably introduce herself (You never think you'll have to re-introduce yourself to someone, it's a bit awkward honestly) She stuck her hand out for a handshake, “nice to meet you! I'm Ariana,” Zedaph took her hand, shaking it slowly, “Yeah- yeah i know who you are.. My name is Zedaph.” (God, she’ll never get used to the awkwardness)

“ZEDAPH.” Doc's voice could be heard screaming through the server, causing Zedaph to burst into laughter, “Man, Zed what did you do?” Martyn asked, trying to spot Doc.

“Oh… Nothing.”

“Zedaph, come here!”

Zedaph paused, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this now..”

Ariana looked at him, tilting her head slightly, “What do you mean.?” Zed was confused for a second, unsure of how to respond, “.. Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?”

“Uh… No? Should I.? Is this something everyone has?”

Martyn hit himself in the face with his hand, sighing in disappointment, “That explains.. So much.”

“You know, Ariana, you remind me of my friend Grian.”

Martyn burst out laughing, leaving Ariana to stumble out a response,

“O-Oh, that's- that's funny. You- you might need to introduce me to this, this, grain? Grian?”

“You’ve never heard of Grian? He’s quite popular..”

“NOPE. NEVER HEARD OF HIM- I don't get out much- yep. That's it.”

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#grian #ariana griande #hermitcraft #pearlescentmoon #sleepy0s #docm77 #zedaph #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood

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daisys-reality · 9 months

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𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

- A COLLECTION OF POSTS MADE BY @DAISYS-REALITY -

❂ ANSWERED ASKS

In this section you can find all the ask/questions I received here. All of them are also always tagged with the hashtag #t.asks .

☆ Mermaid dr ask one (anatomy) and two (reproduction & diet) + further mermaid dr asks one and two

☆ Does your mind(set) need to be positive? How can you change your mindset?

☆ Do you think I'll make it?....

☆ How do I get more In touch with my intuition?

☆ i've been trying to manifest but something in my mind keeps putting a block. do you think i'll make it? i'm having problems as to how to manifest like affirmations or subliminals....

☆ i've seen that in every tarot pick a card there's a word "reality shifting", can you please explain what's reality shifting and does that it make your readings different?

☆ how do i make a state feel natural to me? and how do i deal with intrusive thoughts?

☆ do i do exchange readings? + shoutout to another shifting tarot reader

☆ how do i do my tarot readings

☆ i just wanted to ask if listening to subliminals a sin?

☆ when I listen to subs, do I have to listen 92722882 times a day? And can I listen to multiple different subs? Does it “slow the process”?

☆ how do I politely/lovingly say no and decline their request?...

☆ how do i make sure i get my complete manifestation and not a part of it? i don't want movement...

☆ do your DR readings also apply to the future, for those of us who don't have intentions on shifting/don't shift?

☆ how do i request a tarot reading?...

☆ do you still take tarot reading requests?

☆ what happens to someone's family when they shift? do we leave them energetically?

☆ after two years I still don't understand what shifting is or what it requires...

☆ as someone who practices divination techniques, how do you see the law of assumption and reality shifting? || + part two

☆ i'm wondering if shifting can be for my own reality? for example not when im sleeping i can change my hair color etc??

☆ i don’t feel comfortable with astral projecting, lucid dream, or entering the void. will i enter those places on accident or unintentionally when I try to shift?

☆ have you ever dealt with jealousy? (law of assumption)

☆ supernatural powers vs. shifting and manifesting

☆ can we manifest time travel?

☆ dreams and signs related to the 3rd eye chakra (reality shifting)

☆ waiting for desires is not living in the end?

☆ living in the end and waking up with all desires

☆ how to embody the state of consciousness as someone who already has their desires?

☆ cycles of doubts and overthinking

☆ does inducing a specific brainwave help to manifest faster?

☆ struggles with negative thoughts and visualization

☆ struggles with feeling trapped and hopeless

☆ what advice would you give to someone who's trying to figure out what they want? (manifesting)

☆ transgender/lgbtq+ vs. religious beliefs/spirituality/law of assumption

☆ is reality shifting like a dream or are you actually awake? how does that work?

☆ i heard that you can talk to your higher self while you're in a void state. are you also planning to?

☆ is it supposed to be so uncomfortable? (void state)

☆ do you have any advice on how to figure out what we exactly want? (manifesting)

☆ would you ever cheat on a kpop idol? (i know that was so random)

☆ cheating in this generation's dating culture

☆ can you let me know if the next time I shift will be a success?

❂ MY ORIGINAL POSTS

Here you can find some of my original posts... I guess. This is pretty random, I mainly chose those that could be interesting for you guys!

☆ a guide to scripting (reality shifting)

☆ manga moodboard

☆ law of assumption memes, law of assumption memes

☆ law of assumption vs. tarot/astrology spirituality

☆ reality shifting memes

☆ mini shifting imagine (CR lover), mini shifting imagine (animal crossing DR), mini shifting imagine (prison life), mini shifting imagine (anime x astrology),

☆ fantasy moodboard (reality shifting)

☆ gregory peck moodboard (old hollywood crush)

☆ working on self concept

☆ show yourself how trustworthy your are

☆ if you don't know how your ideal life should look like

☆ don't let other people confuse you

☆ fashion moodboard

☆ affirmation of the day

☆ fear of change and victim mindset

☆ mermaid DR moodboards: xxx, xxx, xxx, xxx, xxx

☆ screenshots from my pinterest

☆ me doing dumb but fun quizzes lol: xxx (deity), xxx (mystery novel), xxx (greek god lover), xxx (kpop type), xxx (underutilized spn angel), xxx (y/n stereotype), xxx (not your love language), xxx (colors), xxx (naruto villain), xxx (villainous woman from greek mythology),

☆ cute tattoo ideas 🤍 || + part two

#t.asks #t.advice #masterlist

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youglybitch · 2 years

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Bruce was about to lose it…and he did

This fic is long as shit btw🤭

TW: F SLUR AND HOMOPHOBIA

(I am part of the LGBTQ+ and at the time, it was common. Still doesn’t make it right at ALL)

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Bruce was never a fighter. Even if he got pissed off, he never threw a punch. It was never in his nature to fight unless absolutely needed.

And what made it even more ironic is that he is dating Vance hopper…

“Vance (I will beat the fuck outta you for messing up my game) hopper”

No one knew that they were dating except their parents but Bruce decided to be publicly out as Bi. His parents took a little time but they were supportive of him. But they were a little worried because it was Vance he was dating but they still loved him.

His little sister and Vance actually got along well so she thinks he’s a great guy.

But the town definitely didn’t like it when they found out about Bruce…

True he lost a bit of respect from some of the boys on his team and girls tried to say that they could change him and shit but that didn’t stop him from being himself.

Vance was always teasing him for being too soft on people and how he is a golden boy all the time.

(And that’s why he loves him)

But today wasn’t Bruce’s day.

He woke up 35 minutes late,

he spilt milk on his outfit trying to make cereal so he had to go change into something else,

he had to bike to his school so he was smelling like sweat, and worse of all…during the whole school time, He didn’t get to see Vance at all.

Bruce was about to lose it with each passing second of the day. Once school was over, he decided to ride his bike to Grab’n’go for some snacks and a drink.

Something to be happy about during this shitty day.

Bruce got himself some Skittles and a orange Fanta. As Bruce started to walk out the shop , he was already starting to feel a bit better about it.

But of course, life isn’t that easy is it?

Guy 1: “Hey guys look, it’s that fairy.”

Bruce: (Shit…Not them. ANYONE but them.)

Guy 2: *laughs like the idiot he is* “yeah you’re right”

Guy 1: “Hey Bruceyyy”

Bruce: “Please don’t start this…I’m NOT in the mood for your games.”

Bruce tries to walk to get his bike but they kept following him. He was starting to lose it.

Guy 1: Awww why?? You’re going to see your fairy boyfriend??

Bruce: (I have to stay calm…)

Bruce tries to get to his bike faster but they were right behind him.

Guy 2: “Or maybe he’s going to go see his little fairy friends”

Bruce: (I HAVE TO STAY CALM)

Bruce felt a hand grab his shoulder and pushed him forward.

Guy 1: “Or maybe he has no one because he’s just a…little…Faggot.”

Something snapped in Bruce and before he even registered what he was doing, he turned around and flew his fist into guy 1’s nose.

*CRACK*

The guy fell backwards at the punch and guy 2 caught him. The guy’s nose started to bleed and it was bleeding a lot. He looked at Bruce with angry eyes and gritted teeth.

Guy 1: “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT YOU FUCKING QUEER”

The two guys got up and started to sprint towards Bruce.

Before Bruce even processed what was going on at the moment, he started to swing at whoever was near him.

He managed to punch the other one in the face until guy 1 kicked Bruce in the stomach. Bruce bent forward and the two guys started to kick and punch him on his body.

They were kicking him mostly on the ribs.

One of them punched his nose and Bruce felt the bone crack.

It hurts. It hurts him so much, but he sees a opening to grab his arm.

So Bruce takes it. He grabbed guy 1’s arm and punched his elbow up.

*SNAP*

He heard the snap of the arm and the scream of pain that the guy let out as he fell to the ground.

That made the other guy stop in his tracks, looking at the guy’s arm in shock.

But Bruce didn’t stop.

Bruce grabbed guy 2’s head and gave a hard punch to his face. The guy stumbles back and starts to run away. A crowd was forming around them but all Bruce could think about was how angry he was at that moment.

Bruce got on top of the guy who was still sitting there in pain and just started to punch the shit out of his face while the guy was crying more and started to plead for him to stop. Each punch was like a weight lifted off of him.

Bruce would usually feel bad for this, but he didn’t. He felt better than before and that was a good feeling for him.

But that feeling didn’t last because the pain started to kick in and it kicked in HARD.

As Bruce started to sprint away from the store, the pain he felt was getting worse and worse by the second.

He’ll get his bike later.

Once Bruce arrived at his house, he checked the garage to see if his family was there. Thankfully they weren’t there.

As Bruce stumbles to his bathroom, he just slid down the wall and just cried. He was in too much pain to clean himself up.

He hated it. He hated how he wasn’t normal. He hated how he lost some of his friends. He hates how he was a push-over. He hated how he lost respect. He hated how much pain he was in. He hated it.

As Bruce just cries his pain away, he heard a bang on his door.

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

What if it was the police? What if it was the guys and their parents waiting outside?

Whatever it was, Bruce was scared. He slowly got up and started to walk towards the front door of his house.

*BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG*

The banging started again but louder.

Bruce: “ALRIGHT, I GET IT-”

When Bruce opened the door, he saw Vance standing there. Vance’s face turned from annoyance to shock and worry.

Vance: “What the hell?…”

Vance cupped Bruce’s face softly while he walked inside and shut the door with his foot.

As Vance held Bruce’s face with shaky hands , Bruce started to feel his eyes start to water again.

He felt heartbroken that his boyfriend had to see him like this.

Vance: “Holy fuck, Bruce! I heard the rumors but I didn’t believe them! Babe, what happened?!”

Bruce couldn’t hold it in.

He couldn’t stop himself from crying and stuttering as he tried to say what happened.

Bruce: “I-I couldn’t…I t-tried to walk away…”

Bruce couldn’t say anything from his sobs. His lungs burning from the crying before.

Vance: “Shhh…It’s ok..it’s ok..”

Vance wasn’t much of a hugger but he knew Bruce needed one.

Vance gave Bruce a big bear hug and slowly rubbed his back as he heard his sobs starting to go away and his breathing slowly go to normal.

Vance: “Let’s go clean you up…you look like shit”

Vance took Bruce’s bloody hands and walked him upstairs to his bedroom.

Bruce: “Vance, you don’t have t-”

Vance: “Shut up and sit down.”

Vance made his sit on the bed just like how Bruce does to him. Vance already knew where the supplies were since Bruce takes care of him a lot.

Vance: “You might feel a little sting.”

Bruce: “I play baseball, I’m pretty sure I know how it works”

Bruce let out a hiss of pain as Vance brought a disinfectant wipe to his knuckles. He definitely felt worse at his ribs but it still stung.

Vance started to bandage his knuckles and the uncomfortable silence was loud. Bruce knew he had to say something.

Bruce: “…Some guys were calling me some shit.”

Vance: “What did they say?”

Bruce: “…They were calling me fag and shit like that. Saying that I had no one and shit.”

As those words left his mouth, he felt the aura shift as Vance gave a angered look at Bruce.

He knew the anger wasn’t towards him but it was still scary as shit-

Vance: “Those fuckers don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. They are just a bunch of bastards that think it’s cool to bully you all because you’re Bi.”

Bruce let out a little chuckle as Vance started to wipe his face.

Vance knew that Bruce’s nose was probably broken but all he could do was clean and bandage.

After Vance was done wiping Bruce’s face, he motioned for him to lift his shirt to clean the scar that was showing a bit over the neck drop.

As Bruce lifted his shirt, he saw a shocked face from Vance and that encouraged him to look down himself to see if it got worse.

It in fact, did get worse.

The bruises were more visible as they started to darken on his skin. The scar was there but the bruises were worse.

Bruce stared at Vance and saw anger and sadness in his face. He tried to put on a poker face but it didn’t work.

Vance whispered to himself.

Vance: “Those sons of bitches are fucking dead…”

Bruce knew that they were in deep shit but he didn’t care at the moment. All he cares about is Vance. He felt Vance wipe the scar on his chest and it didn’t hurt as much as the first wipe.

Once Vance was done patching Bruce up, he lays down and gestured for Bruce to lay down with him. As Bruce was resting on top of him, Vance was rubbing his back and put little kisses on his forehead. And for the first time that day, Bruce felt happy.

He loved how Vance would give him forehead kisses to make him feel better.

Even if Bruce was a bit taller than him, It was like little fireworks each time his lips made contact with his skin. He felt safe in Vance’s arms and felt like all of his problems were floating away with each peck.

Vance: “You don’t let what those shitheads said get to you. You are nothing like what they said you are. You are smart, talented,hot, and you are a good guy. And if they can’t see it. It’s their loss.”

Bruce felt calm as sleepiness washed over him. As Bruce starts to go to sleep, the last thing he heard was a muffled sentence.

Vance: “I love you…”

Bruce smiles as he falls asleep.

( I love you too…💚)

*A week later*

Vance and Bruce were walking together and just talking about their science project they have to do together.

Vance: “I didn’t understand jack-shit Mrs.Rockwell said about the assignment.”

Bruce: “That’s why I’m here to help you :)”

Bruce’s scars were healing nicely and the bruises already started to fade a bit. His nose was a bit broken but he was fine.

As they were walking, Bruce saw the two guys on the other side of the street. They both looked like shit. The guy’s arm was in a cast and his face was better but there were a few bruises here and there.

I guess Bruce was staring for too long because Vance looked up and saw them too. As Vance stared at the boys, his face of confusion slowly turned into realization at the situation.

Vance: “…Are they the fuckers who hurt you?”

Bruce: “Vance, let’s just go-”

Vance: “Bruce…Are those the fuckers who did it?”

Bruce: “…………….maybe?…Wait, hold up- VANCE!-”

But it was too late. Vance was already storming towards them. Fists balled up tightly as his face turned into pure rage.

Well this will go great, won’t it-

Vance: “HEY SHITHEADS!!”

Guy 1: “What now-”

Vance didn’t give him time to ready himself before he punched one of them in the face.

As Vance was beating them up, Bruce was just watching it all unfold. He would usually try to pry Vance off but he didn’t want to.

Vance: “AND IF YOU EVER TOUCH BRUCE AGAIN, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

After Vance was done BRUTALLY beating the shit out of them, someone threatened to call the cops and Bruce didn’t want to get in trouble again so with out thinking, he grabbed Vance’s hand and sprinted away.

They went into a nearby alley way and hid there while both of the boys were gasping for air.

Bruce turned to look at Vance with the most upset face he tried to make as he was catching his breath.

Bruce: “WE COULD GET ARRESTED NOW VANCE!- AND I AM NOT GONNA GET IN TROUBLE WITH MY MOM AGAIN…”

Vance: “Yeah but they deserved it so I see it as a positive.”

As Bruce and Vance were catching their breath in the alley way, without thinking Bruce held Vance’s waist and pulled him into a gentle kiss. It was a soft gesture that was also passionate in a loving way.

After they parted, Vance started to kiss his face and give little pecks on his neck with a small smile that Bruce could feel with each small kiss.

There was only one thing going through Bruce’s mind as he was holding Vance in his arms.

(How could I ever deserve you?💚)

THIS TOOK ME TOO LONG BUT GOD DAMNIT I DID IT.🫶🏾🧍🏾🥺🤭😭✨ PLS ENJOY IT!!!

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deviousfatestudio · 3 months

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So far I have 7 AUs for trolls

Bounty, Fanta, Bottle, Baby, Bitty, Virus, and Kept.

I will eventually make art for these I promise. I have art for one of them.

Bounty is Bounty hunter au

Fanta is Branch Raised By Viva because Let’s Shit On Clay For A Change

Bitty is au where branch ends up going with JD but grandma rosie puff makes them promise to all meet up once a year for branch fo choose the next brother he goes with. Velvet and veneer are convinced by branch early on to become a designer and DJ respectively since it plays on their talents.

Virus is 100% mlp infection au where branch is the only one immune and is being kept by monsterous versions of his brothers. He is not allowed to travel universes but they do video call him.

Kept is fucking my inner “child who had unsupervised Internet access” pride and joy! YANGIRE/YANDERE. Brozone end up taking baby branch and basically isolating him from everyone until he is freed and his brothers locked up. This branch is similar to “Baby” but this branch has no independence due to being isolated young and is extremely codependent on his brothers.

Baby on the other hand has a canon that follows most of canon branch’s up until he’s 13 when his brothers come back and fight kismet for control over branch. Branch uses this to his advantage early on and now he pretty much has scary dog privelge. Yes poppy is insane for him too it’s too adorable. As the wangxians say “freak for freak” (baby and bounty are besties)

Bottle is probsbly the most tragic next to Kept. This time the brothers DID reach perfect harmony and all of them went insane with it. Branch was too young to fully get it and the brothers noticed early on how versatile branch is with other genres. Years later they learn about talent stealing and regularly do this to branch which is labeled “BroZones talent in a bottle”! In this au velvet and veneer are the ones to save branch while performing the mount ravenous version of Work to prove they didn’t need the talent and that branch helped them achieve it on their own.

I’m very tempted to write stuff for them

#bloody talks #trolls

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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In the Wrong Places {Part 01 of 02}

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.3 K

Summary: Billy has been your best friend ever since he came to Hawkins. You faced the Mind Flayer together, but now, he's drifting away in favor of his many flings. And you'll have none of that shit.

Next part (02) ->

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

Moving On

“(Y/N)!” You heard him calling for the second time, but you just kept walking to your car. “Hey!” But Billy comes to stand before you, and you have no choice but to stop.

“What, Billy?” You ask, sighing and raising your head to look at him.

Billy shrugs. “What the hell is going on? Why aren't you answering my calls? And what? You're avoiding me now?”

That makes you chuckle. “I'm the one not answering the calls?” You start walking again, knowing Billy will follow. Stopping next to your car, you would get in if it wasn't for him standing by the door. “You're a hypocrite. You're never there for me anymore.”

“What?”

“It's been months since we hung out, Billy. I'm failing Math, and if I do, I'll have to repeat senior year.”

“I didn't know that.” He says eyebrows furrowed as he looks down at you.

“No, you don't.” Running a hand through your hair, you, fix the bag's strap on your shoulder. “There's a lot you don't know. The kids are the ones helping me with Math because I can't reach you anymore.” Telling him all this wasn't your intention, but Billy is screwing up this friendship and breaking your heart in the process, so yes, he needs to hear this. “I had a very bad date. The guy left me there, I had to pay for the check, I was sad and frustrated, feeling like shit, and I didn't have a ride home.”

“Why didn't you call me?” He interrupts.

“I did, Billy. You weren't there.” Pushing him away from the door, you roll your eyes when the guy doesn't move. “Eddie was the one to pick me up.”

“Is this why you're friends now?”

“Yes. Move, Billy, I have to go.”

“(Y/N)...”

Taking a deep breath, you look up at him again. Billy is very handsome, and you never got used to it. And you love the way he looks at you... And of you squint, you can pretend he only looks at you like that like you're the light of his world. “Billy, if you want to focus on your girls, you do you. Forget I exist.” Then, you pull the door open and get inside.

“Princess, hear me out,” Billy says, leaning down on your open window.

It makes you feel funny, this pet name... “Save the cute name-calling for the next girl you'll go out with.”And you drive off, forcing yourself not to look at him through the review mirror.

•••

“That's disgusting.” You tell Steve, laughing with the others. The table is full now, a mix of the friends you made over the years. But since you're planning a night together, everyone is here. Even Eddie, who left his club for today and is seated next to you.

“It tastes good, you should try it.”

“When I was a kid, I took a bunch of different sodas, mixed them, and...” Your voice fades when people start looking at someone behind you. And by now, you know who gets such looks. Billy is part of this... Party... Now. It took a while for him, and everyone, to get used to him being around. But after he fought the Mind Flayer alone, and saved everyone, he changed a lot. Even with you, he grew much closer and became softer.

But know, you don't really wanna talk to him, so you ignore him. “...and drank it. It tasted like fire, burned down.” You go on as Billy sits down on the empty chair by your left.

“We should do it,” Robin suggests, clapping her hands. “I'll bring Fanta.”

“Pepsi,” Eddie says, banging his hand on the table. “Sounds like a hell of a challenge.”

“Coca-Cola.” You say.

“Sprite,” Billy speaks up, getting people's attention. And yours.

“You don't even know when.” You mutter, glancing at him.

“Well, when is it?”

“Thursday night.”

“I'll be there.” He simply says, and you lock eyes with him. Billy holds your stare for a while, and you swallow hard before joining the conversation again.

Thursday night comes soon enough, and everyone gets there a bit too soon, and your fridge is almost bursting open with soda bottles.

When the kids get there - yes, they wanted to participate when they heard of the experiment you'd be doing -, you take all the soda bottles and place them on the kitchen table.

“Alright, cups, cups.” You say, as the kitchen, bursts into movement as everyone gets a cup. Billy is right next to you, and it looks like he's making sure to be near you all the time.

“How do we do this?” Dustin asks, looking around at the many bottles.

“Alright.” You say, taking a cup. “Here, Steve. Help me out.” Giving him the cup, you're about to reach for a bottle when Billy suddenly walks off, bumping into a chair on his way.

“What the hell?” Robin mutters.

Grinding your teeth, you sigh. “Okay. Same amount of each soda. Guys, make the math!” You say, walking around the table to reach Billy. “I'll be right back!” Raising your voice a little as you rush through the house, you almost reach Billy. He's pulling the front door close, but you reach for it.

The thing is, Billy was pulling the door too violently, and your hand is caught by the door. “Shit!” You exclaim when your index and middle finger are crushed by the door. “Damn it!”

The door is suddenly pushed open again, and a wide-eyed Billy is looking at you. “(Y/N)?! Shit.”

“Jerk!” You mutter, pushing him and stepping outside and hugging your hand to your chest. “Screw you!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Billy walks toward you, and even though you try to avoid him. “Hey.” But he pulls you to him, taking your wounded hand carefully on his. “Let me see.”

Reluctantly, you open your hand. You don't even look at it, your eyes are on Billy, but his stays on your hand. “You'll pay for the hospital bills if it's broken, idiot.”

“I'm sorry.” Then, Billy brings your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on your fingers. “It's not broken.”

“Why did you leave?” You ask after a while, and Billy brings your hand to his chest, holding it there. You can feel the warmth of his skin since the shirt has some buttons opened... And you can feel his heart beating too.

“I don't like when you ignore me.”

“It's been over two months since we spent any time together, Billy... Can you blame me for trying to move on?”

That hurts him, you can see it on his face. “Is that what you're doing? Moving on from me?”

You shrug. “I miss you, Billy. You're my best friend, but as I said if you want to focus on your flings... Then do your thing.” It's hard to keep the hurt from your voice, but you're so used to opening up to Billy that it comes naturally.

Billy sighs, and steps closer to you, not letting go of your hand. “I'm sorry, Princess. I... I don't know what to say.” He pulls you, pulling your hand around his waist, and his arms open to embrace you. And there's no strength in you to resist. So you let him hug you, and you melt against his chest.

It feels so right, being in his arms. You feel safe and loved even... Even though Billy doesn't love you, not romantically. This is enough, you tell yourself.

“I made a mistake. I'm stupid, I... Sometimes I don't think.”

“You do, just not with the right head.” You say, and you feel his chest vibrating when he giggles.

“Won't happen again.”

Pulling away, you look up at him. “If you miss me too, don't forget me. Just... Balance things a little.”

“I will.” He touches your cheek, caressing your skin softly. “I promise.”

“Then come. Let's drink the explosive soda.” Taking his hand, you pull him inside again.

#billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy Hargrove imagine #imagine billy Hargrove #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things

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