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yellowbunnydreams · 11 months ago

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Bunny Punk (Part 1)~Punk!William Afton x F!Reader~

~So this started out as a concept, then turned into a one-shot, then I got to a point and thought to myself 'This is a series isn't it?' Thanks to @ruh--roh-raggy for putting up with my bullshit and proofing some of this story. I don't know how long this story will be, but I can imagine it might be one of my shorter series.~

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, mention of scars, body and face piercings (inc, tongue, reference to others), tattooed!reader, punk!William, tattooed!Afton, age gap (Reader 20's, William 40's)

You sighed as you looked around the party going on in your college's gymnasium, filled with people perhaps double or so your age and the occasional peer who looked as bored as yourself, milling about and laughing as shitty music played in the background that you weren't even sure of the name of. Glancing at the sign strung over the doorway, you cursed yourself internally, wishing you hadn't signed up to help with this reunion event as you could have been doing much better things with your time. Like working on the million and one assignments that you felt like you had. Or perhaps simply just sleeping and procrastinating on those assignments.

The oversized black hoodie that you'd somehow convinced the dean of your department to let you wear sported some black embroidered gears along the sleeves, your nickname from your club printed over your left breast. Hair tied up and a tight pair of jeans, the cleanest you could find in the pile of washing that moved between your bed and a chair as required, never quite making it to the wardrobe.

Seeing the free food and drink table that was technically for the guests of the event, you bit your lip as you decided to go and visit it. What harm would taking a few snacks and drinks do? None of the faculty were looking, and the ones who were milling about were too engrossed in talking to old students and favouring talking to people too old to be wear jock-jackets and cheerleading skirts. Rolling your eyes as you wondered why they were all dressed up like they were awaiting for their class photos all over again.

William wasn't entirely sure why he'd accepted the invite back to his old college, his teeth finding the labret piercing along his lip and chewing it somewhat absently as he looked at the drinks table, thick brows furrowing as he decided whether or not to go fetch another drink. It had sounded like a good idea at the time when his friend Henry had convinced him to go, even though the theme was silly and he hadn't felt comfortable dressing as he was now for a while, but his friend had ditched at the last minute and now he was stood on the side-lines. Smiling politely as people he barely recognised came up to him and complimented how good he looked for his age, cooing over how they hadn't seen him in years.

It would perhaps be bearable if he remembered any of these people.

You weren't looking where you were going as your head darted around, trying to avoid being spotted by the dean before suddenly you walked into somebody, gasping as you stumbled back and a large hand shot out to grab you by the arm, steadying you. Blinking as you looked at who you'd walked into.

Whoever he was, he was older. Dark brown hair greying at the temple and becoming peppered through his short, sweptback haircut, greying eyebrows with the left one decorated by a complimentary silver ring. A septum piercing caught you slightly off guard, but the greying eyes hidden behind golden wire framed aviator glasses held your attention. Slight scowl on his sharp features as you couldn't help but notice a lip ring, cheeks filling with colour as you thought how handsome he was.

"Sorry! I um..Sorry." You stammered out, averting your eyes quickly before hearing a grunt, the hand letting you go. William's eyes raked over you quickly, assessingly as he took in how young you were, the oversized hoodie with the subtle designs, a name he couldn't quite read on the breast.

"Are you meant to be in here? You don't look like one of my old classmates." Crossing his thick, strong forearms across his chest, your eyes naturally flickered to the tattoo sleeve on his right, the intricate designs standing out as bio-mechanical, following where the bones in his arms laid, although there was another design you couldn't quite make out on the inside of his forearm.

"I um..I'm one of the student volunteers for the event, sir." You explained quickly, snapping your attention back to his face as you found yourself more flustered that you'd been staring at him. Hearing a snort coming from the taller man as you watched a smirk flicker across his face.

"Volunteer?" The smirk on his face developed and he couldn't help but let it spread as he looked down at your nervous face. Feeling a sense of satisfaction that you looked so flustered, watching how your eyes would momentarily flicker to his arm and trace the linework before seeming to catch yourself and focus on his face again. "They still getting you to do that stupid shit? Do they still offer extra credit for it?" He asked, making you reciprocate the smile as you shook your head.

"Nah, extra credit would be nice but we get two free lunch credits for our 'service' tonight." Shrugging your shoulders as the man whistled, looking back at the food table and then back to you. Allowing you to quickly steal glances at the tight black t-shirt and jeans he was wearing before he turned back to you.

"Two whole credits hey? And they don't let you have any of the good stuff on the table?" Raising an eyebrow before the grin returned. "How big are the pockets on that hoodie?"

"Sorry?"

"The hoodie pockets, how big are they?" He asked, gesturing to your hoodie and making you look at it, humming in thought before you answered.

"I can carry a two-litre soda bottle and a bag of chips usually."

"Perfect. Fancy stealing some snacks and ditching this snooze-fest?" He grinned, making you raise an eyebrow in return and cross your arms this time, looking up at him and wondering how serious he was.

"Snooze-fest? What it this the eighties? And secondly...I may have been aiming to 'help the help' when we collided." Grinning as the man offered his arm to you and you cautiously took it, feeling silly as you stuck close to him. Seeing a few of the people around you glancing sideways at you and the tall tattooed man, but looking away quickly as he glared at them.

Approaching the snack table, you went to break away but he held onto your arm, keeping you close as he looked about before his large hand darted out, grabbing cans and baggies of snacks and pushing them into the large pocket of your hoodie. Your cheeks burning as he kept brushing against your stomach with each pass, swallowing softly and turning to look around, see if anybody spotted you before the taller man nudged you, snapping your attention back to him.

"Don't look around, if you look suspicious, they'll look at you in turn." He said softly, grabbing another couple of cans and baggies before filling your pocket, releasing you before he nodded and winked, tapping the side of his nose with humour lighting up his eyes. "Meet me outside the gym in a moment, can't be seen leaving together."

With that he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you wondering what the hell had just happened. But after a few moments, you followed through the crowd, curious as to what he planned on doing with so many snacks and drinks, although from what little you had interacted, he seemed like a pretty funny guy.

You spotted him just outside the gym, staring into a cabinet with his brow furrowed slightly, hands stuck into the pockets of his jeans, thumbs hooked over the outside as you approached, looking curiously inside the cabinet and spotting what he was looking at. For the reunion they'd brought together photos of old clubs and trophies from games and tournaments. You guessed it was to 'relive the best days of their lives'.

One photo stood out to you though, a group of young, scrawny lads in matching t-shirts of various colours. There was a taller guy with dark curly hair and braces that looked like a stiff breeze might topple him over, but he was holding a silver trophy high up with a grin, arm around a significantly taller boy. There was something familiar about him and squinting at the photo through the layers of glass revealed a lithe figure, the start of tattoos peeking from underneath the short sleeve, piercings decorating a tight-lipped smile. Looking back at the man stood next to you and back again, your eyes widened slightly.

"Holy shit, is that you?" Earning a snort and a chuckle, watching him bite at the labret on his lip before smirking at you confidently.

"Have I really changed that much?" He teased, gesturing to the piercings and the all black, just like he appeared in the photo. Although now he was broader, more muscular and you could practically feel the confidence oozing off of him. Shrugging your shoulders, you chewed your lip absently.

"I mean, I would have thought you ditched the piercings at your age. You're not lanky either. More like a dad-bod." Fake pouting as he placed a hand over heart, raising his eyebrows in a way that made your chest tighten for some reason as his lips curled into more of a smile.

"Oh these? I just put them back in when I might run into pretty college girls. And you watch your mouth about the dad-bod. I heard girls your age like DILFs." He teased, watching your cheeks flush and your eyes snap away temporarily, enjoying teasing you and playing around with somebody so young and trying to find their rebellious feet. He remembered being like you, and he was glad he'd maintained that fire into his more mature self.

"What kind of porn level logic is that?" You sputtered out, crossing your arms and huffing to get a stray strand of hair out of your face. Uncrossing them after a moment before reaching into the hoodie pocket and pulling out a soda can, cracking it open and beginning to walk off, hearing his footsteps follow behind you with a slight scowl over your shoulder at him.

"If you're going to run off, makes sense to keep me with you, at least then you can pretend to be giving me a tour."

"You fucking went here, you should know your way around, or has some metal made it into your brain?" Rolling your eyes, flushing as he easily reached into your hoodie and pulled out another can, fingers brushing your stomach once again before he fell into step, your legs having to move faster to keep up with his long languid strides.

"Ooo, so original! You almost made my lip quiver with your meanness." Laughing as he bumped into you slightly, looking around the hall and taking in how much the decorations had changed. Rolling his eyes at the motivational posters that seemed to permanently reside on the white walls, wondering what happened to the small row of thin lockers that used to live in an alcove along the west wall. "Says the baby with virgin skin." He threw back, making you scowl at him in disapproval.

"How do you know what I look like under this hoodie? I could be covered enough to set off a metal detector and you would never know." You countered, watching his smile grow before he leaned in as he walked, slightly conspiratorial.

"You know, most punks like to show off their art. Tattoos, piercings, clothes. You'd have shown me by now if you had anything." His close, deep voice made you shiver, clearing your throat as you looked at the hall walls, realising you'd subconiously been heading towards the engineering department as you'd walked. Groaning as you remembered all the projects you should be working on.

Turning to your left, you kept quiet, allowing the tall man to trail behind you and finish his drink before he threw it into the trash nearby, pumping his fist silently to himself as he got it in from a good distance away. You secretly smiled at the image, wondering how he could continue to be so childish. Stealing snacks. Throwing things into bins from a distance.

Your hand landed on the door to your workshop before you even knew what you were doing, fishing into your jeans and pulling out a ring of keys, unlocking the door and breathing deeply as the scent of soldering irons and copper hit you. Nodding your head into the room as the man looked in curiously.

"If you're going to hang about, don't touch shit. You probably wouldn't understand half the stuff going on in here." Scoffing as you went in first, hearing his footsteps slowly entering behind you as you paced over to your project cabinet, unlocking it and pulling out a complex set of wires and metal bars and rings.

Kicking out a stool and emptying your pockets onto a free space on the table so you could sit more comfortably. He took a seat at the same table and peered curiously at what you were working on after a quick glance around. Whilst the workshop hadn't changed much, the sight of new projects scattered around at various stages of completion made him feel right at home again. Reminded somewhat of his old workshop at Freddy's before the company had gotten too big for just him and Henry to work on the animatronics alone. Now the biggest project yet 'the pizzaplex' was set to open in two months, and he had to admit, he missed the small little cramped space of Fredbear's diner when he and Henry had shared a single office with security.

Your slender fingers worked deftly as you tried to nudge wires and tense wire coils into place, swearing under your breath as you began to feel too warm in the hoodie. You always felt warm whilst concentrating, plus you needed to clear your arms for testing again. Gripping the bottom of your hoodie and pulling it over your body before chucking it over another seat. Revealing a tight tank-top underneath, one of the straps falling off of your shoulder and making William swallow as his eyes instinctually ran across the curves of your shoulders and collarbones.

"What are you working on?" He broke the silence, distracting himself as he furrowed his brow, trying to work out what was so familiar about the structure your hands tinkered with. Strand of hair falling into your face and you tried to huff it away from your forehead as you glanced at him.

"It's just a proto-type. Nothing special." Feeling suddenly embaressed about the project, brow furrowing as you noticed one of the springs out of place and using a thin hooked tool to pull it back into place again. Nose scrunching up as you took a deep breath and studied it carefully, checking for any more flaws.

"Prototypes are important, they help you find all the flaws in your designs. Maybe a second pair of eyes might be able to look over it for you?" He asked, holding out his hand in offer with a kind smile, meeting your concerned frown before you tenderly handed it over. Reluctant to give over your work that you had spent so long on, although it was more personal to you, you didn't want to have it all ruined in a moment because of somebody else's carelessness.

"Just be careful okay? It's important to me. Don't make me get the shop safety poster and make you test on it." You threatened playfully, earning a smile as his eyes sparked with mirth. Carefully turning over the device in his large hands with surprising care and diligence, humming quietly as he moved it under the lights to get a good look at it.

"Don't remind me. I had a habit of falling short on the marks on that damn test every year, probably because Mr. Schmidt hated my guts for dicking around in shop." He chuckled, making you raise an eyebrow as he revealed he used to be part of the shop. Feeling curiosity burn in your chest as suddenly you felt a tiny bit more confident in letting him handle your project.

"You used to - OH MY GOD!" Your thought was cut off as he suddenly perked up and slipped his hand between the rings and wires on his non-tattooed arm, making the colour drain from your face as his fingers became tangled into place along the more delicate parts at the end. He looked fascinated as he moved and flexed his hand, turning it this was and that to get a proper look, circling his wrist as you began to hyper-ventilate slightly.

"I thought I recognised some of this.... Is this a springlock?" He asked, perfectly calm as he flexed and checked movement for a moment more before disconnecting from the framework easily. Your heart pounding in your chest as you stared at the mechanical suit arm on the desk, wondering what had just happened.

"I think.. you may have failed the shop safety tests for different reasons." Breathing heavy as your hands snatched it up again, performing a quick safety check before placing it down again. Running a hand over your hair and feeling your hands tremble slightly. "And..yeah... it's a springlock design, V2.4 currently...Holy shit you just..."

William chuckled and showed off his arm under the light, brushing some of the coarse dark hair on his forearm so that you could make out the deep, pale scars that ran up the skin that you hadn't noticed before. Eyes widening as you showed off the same arm, your own matching scars more pink than his, from your own springlock incident three months previous during your first testing phase.

"I'm very familiar with them, as you can see. But I'm very impressed! If type I'm familiar with had been handled that roughly, I would have had myself a few more scars and a nice trip to the emergency room." He chuckled, smiling brightly, offering his large calloused hand for you to cautiously shake.

"I never introduced myself. I'm William, William Afton."

Your jaw dropped as you felt your grip on the handshake faulter. Brain turning over the name over and over again as you struggled to comprehend who was sat across from you.

"Y-You're...Oh my god you're...you're actually him aren't you?" Breathing hitched as you watched the smirk on his face reappear at your realisation, nodding slowly and releasing your softer hand to watch them cover your face as you groaned into your palms. "I've been insulting William Afton...I...Shit I've insulted you." Feeling as if the earth could swallow you up and consume you would be a preferable option to meeting your hero and having him look at your work.

"I thought it was quite cute actually. You're such a baby punk...Hmm..There's got to be a better name for that.. Bunny punk? Yeah, bunny punk, you're all soft and cute, stamping your foot like a little bunny rabbit and trying to appear tough." Your reddening cheeks almost becoming their own heat source as he smirked at you, resting his chin against his hand as he glanced over you again.

"I'm not...I'm not a 'bunny punk', Mr. Afton." Your cheeks burned as he sucked on his teeth for a moment, looking you over before he grinned again, your chest sent fluttering as that smile seemed to radiate confidence and an almost predatory nature to it.

"You're very right young lady...You're just a little bunny aren't you? I think that's what I'll call you, bunny." his smile broke and he stuck his tongue out at you, making your body ache slightly as you realised he had a silver stud on his tongue, such a cute nickname combined with your idol sat across from you looking all too hot with his piercings in flustering you all the more.

"Sir, I-"

"Wow, that's something usually only my employees or pretty ladies in bed call me. You're bold aren't you, bunny?" William couldn't hold back the teasing as you grew increasingly flustered, cheeks burning up and the flush spreading down to your collarbones. The way your shoulders curled in allowing him to see a dark mark against your shoulder blade, piquing his interest more as he stood up, walking behind you and his large hand resting on your back, feeling how you tensed up as he studied the lines of the tattoo against your skin.

"You were right, I really had no idea what was hiding under that hoodie of yours." Chuckling as he felt the goose bumps along your skin forming under his finger. He swore he could almost feel how quickly your heart beat inside your chest as he placed his hand between your shoulders. "But-" he pulled his hand away and leaned onto the desk next to you, forcing you to turn your head up and look at him. Lips parted softly, making him ache at how deliciously under-prepared for him you looked. Wondering how far he would be able to push the flirting and the teasing before you ran from him.

"Mr. Afton, I... I have admired your work for a very long time." The words were slow to fall from your lips, trying to force yourself to be polite and ignore the part of your brain that was screaming in delight at how he touched your back, how your celebrity crush flirted with you and made you feel special.

It wasn't helpful that your brain kept suggesting to you how that lip and tongue piercing would feel kissing you, or running against another pair of lips that desperately wanted attenton.

"I used to go to Freddy's when I was little. That's when I fell in love with robotics honestly." You breathed, watching his expression turn to surprise as his eyebrows raised, watching the way the eyebrow piercing caught the light before you turned your eyes to his tattoos. Finally seeing the design on the inside of his arm was a knife, mixed into the biomechanical designs that dominated the arm. "I think I met you once back then, although I don't think you had any piercings."

"I took them out in the restaurant, well, apart from a couple more....private...ones." He smiled, listening to you talk as he felt his body aching more as you stroked his ego. He might have been many things, but able to resist somebody offering him praise and idolisation wasn't one of them. "Go on, bunny."

"I found an article about the springlocks, and the designs were just..beautiful. The engineering? The design? How such complex machinery could be fitted into such a small space, it was entrancing." Feeling your heart beating faster as his grey eyes focused on you intensely, shuddering under his intensity. "So I wanted to continue the project. I was..I guess I was hoping you were still into engineering and I hoped that I could maybe recreate the spring-bonnie suit that I loved so much." Nervous babbling coming to an end as he gazed at you, a grin spreading up his face as he looked down at you.

"Spring-bonnie was my suit in particular actually." The fact made your heart only pound faster, flustering yourself all over again that you didn't know such a simple fact. All those chaotic thoughts pausing as he raised his hand and caught your chin, forcing you to look at him as he ran his tongue against his lip. "You did all this work, for me?"

"Y-Yes sir."

"What a good girl you are. Would you like a reward?" William's voice was calm and controlled, but inside he was feeling a little feral. Such a cute thing having devoted her entire career to following his work, recreating the work she loved, wanting to gift it back to him. It stoked a dark, hungry fire in him and suddenly he was back in college himself, the punk that made ladies swoon as he bit his piercing at them, with all the charm and suave that age had brought him.

The tiny nod of your head was all he needed to lean in, his lips brushing yours, barely ghosting them before they met yours fully. A soft squeak escaping you as it caught you slightly by surprise. The cold metal of his lip ring down the centre line of your lip contrasting to how hot he felt against your lips. Moving together slowly at first before your tongue ran across his lip and William growled deeply in his chest, parting his lips and pushing his tongue into your mouth. One hand moving to the back of your head and pressing you into it, allowing him to dominate your mouth, the feeling of his stud meeting your tongue sending shivers down your spine.

Finally the kiss broke, leaving you breathless, a silver strand of saliva connecting your lips before William licked his lips and broke it. Grinning widely at you, you swore his eyes almost looked black in the lights of the workshop before he handed your hoodie back to you, making you pause for a moment in confusion, perhaps a little hurt before he spoke.

"You're going to put that back on, bunny. We're going to grab our stuff, and then we're going to go to your dorm or where-ever the fuck your bed is. I think you deserve an extra special thank you for being such a dedicated volunteer tonight." The words made you light up, nodding enthusiastically, throwing on your hoodie and allowing him to stuff some of the snacks and drinks back into your pockets, more opening shivering as his thick fingers brushed against you through the fabric. Swallowing softly as he also picked up the springlock arm and cradled it in his hands with a grin as you raised a curious eyebrow.

"Come on then, bunny. Lead the way." Letting you lead the way out of the workshop and locking up behind yourself before he followed shortly behind you, watching the way your body moved hungrily as he imagined stripping you bare for him and considered how pretty you might look naked in his own workshop.

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perotovar · 1 year ago

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into the beat of the night (ch 2) "fear of the dark"

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pairing: frankie morales/nb!oc (they/them) rating: T (for now) chapter warnings: discussions of sexuality/gender (frankie doesn't understand some things and may use language that would be harmful, but it's not intentional), goth stereotypes abound, swearing, more cute shit word count: 2.7k dividers by @saradika beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie morales thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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Frankie wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he texted River, but it wasn’t this.

ok what about this one?

He looked at the photo River sent him and was having a hard time calming down his heart. River was going back to the club where they met, The Night Owl, and “needed help” picking an outfit. Frankie thought they looked good in every outfit they’d shown him so far and wasn’t sure what the problem was.

U know i liked that 2nd one

you text like such an old man lol

hey

it’s ok, it’s cute 😘

That was another thing he’d have to get used to. River made their intentions quite clear and was very obvious with how they felt about Frankie. The problem was, Frankie was nervous. He’d flirted before. Had random hookups before. That wasn’t new to him, but River was.

He didn’t want to be disrespectful, but he still didn’t quite know if River was a man or a woman. In every selfie they’d sent him, they always had the same androgynous look. River had both sharp and soft features; soft, round cheeks with hard, angular eyes. They weren’t very tall, the top of their head grazing Frankie’s shoulder, and had a medium build. He had no idea how to approach the topic without them turning away.

Frankie knew he liked women. He knew he liked men. So it would make sense that he would like River, right? River was kind of like… both? The two of them had been texting for a week and he really liked their sense of humor. They were really nice to him; maybe even a little too nice. He didn’t know what to do with nice a lot of the time.

“Daddy?”

Frankie looked up from his phone at the sleepy four-year old in his bedroom doorway. Marisol was holding her stuffed bunny in one tiny arm and rubbing her eye with her other little fist.

“What’s up, conejita? What’re you doing awake, huh?” He smiled as he crawled out of bed, phone left behind. He made his way over to her and picked her up, resting her on his hip. “You have a bad dream?”

Marisol nodded and hid her face in Frankie’s neck, her little fist holding on tight to the worn neckline of his sleep shirt. Frankie frowned and held her close, rubbing her little back as he walked her back to her bedroom. As he went to lay her down in her bed she fussed a little, refusing to let go.

“Can I sleep with you? Please?” Marisol’s big brown eyes, mirror images of Frankie’s own, looked up at him pleadingly and he couldn’t turn her down. Not ever.

He straightened back up and nodded, kissing her soft cheek. “Alright. But just tonight, okay? You gotta sleep in your own bed tomorrow. Promise?” He held out his pinky. When her tiny one curled around his own, his heart melted.

He walked back to his own bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed. She crawled her way up to his pillows and made herself comfy, cuddling her little bunny close. Frankie tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. She whined and lifted her bunny up to him. “Flor, too!” Marisol’s little voice demanded.

“Right. Flor, too. Sorry, conejita,” he chuckled and gave a small kiss to Flor’s fuzzy head.

Marisol seemed satisfied with that and cuddled into Frankie’s blankets and shut her eyes. He made his way to his own side of the bed and crawled under the blankets as well, picking up his phone. Two messages from River.

so the second one?

damn, pass out on me already, old man? 😉

He quickly started typing a response, afraid to leave them hanging.

No sorry im here. Yeah the 2nd one

He looked back at all the photos they’d sent him that evening and sighed. He started typing again.

U want company tomorrow ?

As the three dots showed up at the bottom of his screen, his heart started pounding harder.

i didn’t think you’d want to come back. thought we all scared you last time 😉 i’d love company, esp if it’s yours

Frankie smiled at his phone and rested it on his chest, looking up at the ceiling. Yeah, he had it bad.

“Hermano, I need your help.”

Frankie was sitting across from Santiago at a local coffee shop the next morning. The low hum of other customers talking and the nearby kitchen filled his ears. It grounded him a little. His palms were sweaty and he started sniffing, an old, terrible habit he’d picked up whenever he was nervous. No matter how long he had been clean, the craving to put something up his nose was never far.

“Well, I can see that. What’s on your mind? Is Marisol okay?” Santi asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, she’s great. It’s not that. I, uh, started… talking to someone. Well, I don’t really know–”

“That’s great, man! What’s her name? Or his?”

Frankie’s mouth felt dry, so he looked away from Santi’s eyes and took a drink of his own coffee. He swallowed thickly around the coffee and the lump in his throat.

“W-Well, um. River, but–”

“Ooh, unique.”

“Yeah,” Frankie sighed, nodding. “I’m not sure if that’s their real name, though? I mean, the bartender went by Viper, so it honestly wouldn’t surprise me–”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Santi chuckled. “Why don’t you start from the beginning, huh?”

Frankie nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. That was probably a good place to start. So, he told Santiago everything. Ending up at a goth club, Viper and the drink he gave him (which he really liked), and meeting River. Texting with River and how much he liked them.

Santiago stayed quiet the whole time, listening closely to what Frankie had to say. “Sounds like it doesn’t matter if you know or not, hermano.”

“But,” Frankie started. “I’d like to. T-To, y’know… Respect them. I’m not sure how to ask without offending them.”

Santiago hummed and took another drink. “This is still new, right?”

“Very.”

“Right. I don’t think River would be upset at you asking. You said you stuck out at that club, right? They’re probably expecting it at this point,” Santi chuckled.

Frankie nodded again, looking out into the middle distance. Santi was right. River had been nothing but kind to him so far. They even started to create little inside jokes already.

“When are you seeing them next?” Santi asked.

“Tonight. We’re going back to The Night Owl,” Frankie muttered, picking at a hangnail on his index finger.

Santi smirked, sitting up in his seat more. “Together this time? Or are you meeting there?”

“Meeting there. I don’t know where they live.”

Santiago hummed, thinking. “I think you should go and have fun tonight. You said they danced last time? Maybe you could join them this time. Just take the night as it comes, and if anything progresses, well, let it… progress,” he shrugged, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

And maybe it should be. Frankie was allowed to enjoy himself from time to time. He’s been clean since Marisol was born, and had been on the straight and mostly narrow ever since. He could loosen up tonight. He nodded to himself and finally made eye contact with Santi again.

“I will. Thanks, Pope.”

“Of course, hermano. Lemme know how it goes, yeah?”

Frankie was sitting at the bar again, having another Snakebite. He tapped his fingers against the bar nervously as he waited for River to arrive.

“They’ll be here, stripes,” Viper’s gruff voice muttered from behind him. Frankie turned to look at him and raised a brow.

“How do you know I’m–”

“Frankie!” River’s voice came from behind him, their hands waving excitedly, which caused all the jewelry they wore to jingle loudly. God, they looked incredible. He gulped, but smiled, standing to greet them properly.

“Hey, Riv,” Frankie said, shoving his hands into his pockets, unsure what to do with them. He hadn’t noticed it last time, or maybe they weren’t wearing it then, but River was wearing a cologne this time around; bergamot, clove, and sandalwood. It went right to his head and made his heart skip a beat. “You look great.”

“You picked it out, remember?” River winked, their eyes flicking to Frankie’s lips for a quick second. Their eyes traveled down further and they smirked, looking at the t-shirt Frankie wore underneath his leather jacket. “Iron Maiden, huh?” They teased.

“What, I don’t look like I listen to Iron Maiden?” Frankie smiled, a little of his confidence coming back now that River was here. All of the comfort and teasing was still there from their texts.

River hummed thoughtfully, one ring-clad finger running over the side of Eddie’s face on Frankie’s torso. “I didn’t say that. Just thought it was an interesting choice,” they grinned, looking back up at him.

Frankie blinked down at them, following their finger that had yet to leave. “Interesting?” he squeaked, swallowing around another lump in his throat.

River chuckled and took their hand away, shaking their head in amusement. “Don’t worry about it. C’mon, you promised me a dance, remember?”

Right. He did. After his meeting with Santiago that morning, he texted River and said he’d never seen dances quite like the ones at The Night Owl. River excitedly offered to show him how to do one or two moves. Frankie didn’t have the heart to tell them he had two left feet.

River grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor, grinning up at him, and started dancing once they made their way to the middle.

The walls of the club bounced with the music. This time it was a little closer to electronic so it was easier to find a beat to Frankie’s untrained ears. He still didn’t fully know what all the different genres were despite River trying to give him a breakdown of the main ones over text. He thinks this one was Dark… Wave? Something like that.

Frankie had danced with both men and women before, but didn’t quite know where to put his hands with River. Thankfully, he didn’t have to think about it too hard, because they grabbed his wrists and rested his hands on their shoulders. They moved their hips to the music, grabbing onto Frankie's waist and guiding him with them.

Frankie’s cheeks warmed as he smiled down at them. He completely lost himself in the moment, just like Santi said he should. Lights danced around with them, shining off of River’s dark hair and illuminating them in a way that made Frankie’s heart stop. They made eye contact and River winked at him, tapping his butt lightly. He blushed, thankful that the lights hid it for the most part. Before he knew it, a few songs had passed and River was dragging him off the dancefloor and back towards the bar, giggling their head off.

“I didn’t know you had such good moves!” They teased, poking his side playfully.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Frankie winked, his eyes flicking to River’s lips. River got closer, wrapping their arms around Frankie’s waist and grinned.

“That a promise?”

Frankie’s heart skipped two full beats before he exhaled loudly, his hands resting on River’s biceps. He looked around at all the other clubgoers and sighed before grabbing River’s hand and taking them outside into the fresh air.

River furrowed their brows with concern, but followed him. They looked at the back of Frankie’s head, eyes following the shapes and valleys of his messy curls. They wanted to run their fingers through it.

Fresh, cool air hit their warm cheeks as Frankie walked them over to his truck. He maneuvered River so that they were leaning against the side, his arms caging around them. River could see that a million thoughts were passing behind those big brown eyes of his. They reached for the bottom of Frankie’s Iron Maiden t-shirt and rubbed it comfortingly. They were patient.

“I’d love nothing more than to promise you that,” Frankie started, his eyes not meeting their green ones. He kept his eyes glued to the torn shirt and multiple silver necklaces River wore. “But, I just… I have a question for you, and I’m not sure how to ask it.”

River’s lips quirked up into a small smile. They had a feeling this was coming. “No, I’m not secretly a cop,” they deadpanned.

Frankie looked up at that and snorted at the serious look on River’s face. “No, not that,” he chuckled, poking at the tattoo on River’s collarbone.

“You can just ask. It can’t be that bad.”

Frankie bit his bottom lip and nodded, eyes locked on River’s nose rings. “I, uh… I’ve dated men and women in the past. I… like them equally, and I guess I was just wondering… where you, uh… fell, on that spectrum,” he mumbled, eyes downcast again. His shoulders felt a hundred pounds lighter, but he was still afraid he would offend them.

River smiled wide and cupped Frankie’s cheek, forcing him to look at them. “That’s all?”

Frankie blinked and nodded jerkily.

“Well, do you want the long version or the short version?”

Frankie looked at River’s lips, feeling a little more confident knowing River wasn’t angry with him. “Whichever one gets me closer to kissing you,” he muttered hopefully, dropping his hand down to their hip and rubbing the bone there with his thumb.

River’s breath hitched and they smiled. “Short version, then,” they grinned, rubbing at his patchy facial hair, their thumb finding a perfect spot to rest. “I’m both. And neither. I was raised one way and never felt like I belonged in either basket.”

Frankie nodded in understanding. He understood feeling like he didn’t belong. “Is… is there a word for that?” he asked, hoping that was okay.

“Yeah. Non-binary. I don’t always use it, and that’s kind of where the longer version comes in, but I think you promised me a kiss,” River smiled, rubbing their thumb along Frankie’s bottom lip.

Frankie didn’t need to be told twice, surging forward to slot their lips together. He kept one hand on River’s hip and cupped the back of their head with his free hand, sighing into their mouth.

River moved their head a little to the right so they could fit together more easily. They gently prodded their tongue against Frankie’s bottom lip, asking permission. Goosebumps traveled down the back of their neck to the tips of their toes, as they wound their arms around Frankie’s neck.

Frankie happily granted them entry, his head spinning at the feeling of River’s lips on his own. It was so much better than he thought it would be.

When they eventually came up for air, Frankie touched his forehead to River’s. They just breathed each other in for a few moments, but River started snickering quietly. He leaned back, their waists still pressed together, and looked down at them, smiling softly. “What?”

River pointed to their own mouth, then to his, and laughed harder. He raised a brow and looked over at his rearview mirror to see what it could be. He didn’t let go of River’s hip.

Once his own reflection came into view, his cheeks warmed at what he saw. His eyes traveled over to River’s giggling form in the mirror, their hand covering their mouth as their shoulders shook. River’s dark lipstick had transferred over onto Frankie’s own lips and it looked… very out of place, to say the least.

Frankie started laughing softly, his eyes moving back to River’s. “I think it suits me, don’t you?” He winked.

River barked a laugh and lightly slapped his chest. “Absolutely not. I like you all lumberjack, fisherman chic.”

“Fisher– what?” Frankie chuckled.

“You look like you just got back from a fishing trip with peepaw, Francisco. Please don’t tell me you have a photo of you holding up a fish on your Tinder profile,” River said, suddenly very serious.

Frankie blinked a few times before it was his turn to start laughing hard. Then he got quiet, and asked, “What’s Tinder?”

“Good answer.”

a/n: please enjoy these edits i made of frankie in his iron maiden t-shirt~

#frankie morales #triple frontier #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales fic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fluff #pedro pascal characters #oaksfics

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samkat10423 · 8 months ago

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It will soon be Easter and this needs to be said. My cousin posted this over on Facebook, and I promised to share it here. Please do NOT use living creatures as disposable "toys." They have feelings and deserve to be treated with kindness and respect.

I euthanized your duck today….You know....the duckling you got for Easter to celebrate spring? Well, he barely made it into summer. You thought he was cute when he was little, but before he was fully an adult, you took him to a pond somewhere and dumped him where he had no one to make sure he got proper food, no one to put him up at night so he could be safe from predators, no one to keep him from harm.

So, 'harm' found him. There are many bad things that happen to domestic ducks that are dumped in ponds. I could list all those things and even show photos of the various conditions that I have seen as kind people rescued ducks like yours and brought them to me for care. But the good people who who properly care for all of their pets don't need to have those awful images in their heads. Having seen them all and having worked hard to save them, I cannot EVER get those images out of my head.

YOUR duck had many problems, including being bone thin. But he got wounds on his feet and the bacteria entered his young body and found a place to settle in the joint of his leg. The bacteria grew into a huge knot of infection that painfully ate away at the ligaments and tendons and then attacked both ends of the bones at that joint. The bone infection, which could have easily been corrected if you'd been there to watch over him, instead, grew unchecked and disintegrated the bones and began working out in both directions to the point that the leg swung freely at the joint. To walk, your duck stepped painfully on that leg anyway and the bottom part of the leg bent at odd angles from the site of the infection, looking as if it were broken.

Many people walked by your duck. Some noticed and kept on walking.

I took your duck to the vet where we did a series of xrays at my expense to see if there was any hope to save this duck. Your duck wasn't even old enough to quack properly. When he was afraid, he still peeped. It broke my heart to hear him peep. However, there was no reasonable way to save that leg. He was not even at his full adult weight and ducks can't hop around on just one leg. So I was not going to condemn him to further suffering and a lifetime of issues by just removing his bad leg, especially when there are not enough homes for the healthy ducks that people didn't want. So we set him free from his body that could not properly support him.

I held his head while the drugs made him sleepy. I kissed his head and apologized for all the bad things that had happened to him in his very short life. I was there when he took his last breath, when the pain and suffering finally left him forever. I was there......you were not. It should have been you seeing the effects of dumping him and walking away. His loss broke my heart. Did you even notice his loss in your life?

I promised as he slowly slipped away that I would not let his death go unnoticed.

I promised to share his story and perhaps change people’s minds of buying ducklings, chicks, and bunnies as temporary living toys for children. If someone wants a duck or chicken or rabbit and plans to keep it for its ENTIRE LIFE, then go ahead and get a duckling, chick, or bunny. And better yes, if you DO want an adult version of any of those, then adopt from a rescue. And DO expect to be thoroughly questioned as to your plans for caring for your new pet. But if you don't want an adult of those species, then don't buy the baby version.....because the little known fact is that baby things grow up into adult things.

Please join with me to share this message to anyone that you know who still gives temporary living toys to their children (or themselves)......NO EASTER PETS. They are not toys. They are living creatures. And dumping unwanted domestic ducks into public ponds where there will be no one to care for them is illegal in most areas and even so, it's morally wrong. I've tried for YEARS to get this message out in a nice, polite way. As I cried my pool of tears over this duck, I've come to realize that people aren't listening. So I'm going to be sharing more of these stories and their faces in the hopes that these messages start reaching the people who are making this whole 'Easter' industry of suffering continue. If people don't buy, then stores won't sell, then breeders won't breed, and the suffering stops. Please help me get the word out.

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faggylilpunk · 6 months ago

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Finnaly made a tumbler! Anyway, haiii! :3 i am albert, i am a punk dragon dino!

What to expect:

very leftist ideologies

Politics

16+ posts

A lot of photos of me and cass

Talk of crimes (anything serious will have a tw and be tagged appropriately)

Furry & therian content (tho less common)

Punk diy stuff (i plan to make some tutorials for a lot of the diy stuff I've made<3)

F-slur/T-slur (I am reclaiming them but will have them tagged as #f-slur and #t-slur if they bother you ofc! Not changing my @ tho, it kinda means something to me qwq)

I may post words like slut, whore, and other degrading terms, they will be tagged as said word (ex: #slut) so you can blacklist the tag ^^

I may talk about themes of self harm, violence, abuse, or explicit substances, all of which will also be tagged! (Ex: #selfharm #tw:selfharm) but i will also have a more descriptive trigger warning for heavy subjects like self harm, sa, abuse ect. If you dont wanna fully blacklist the tag ^^

Some of my patches will have things that fall under these^ o will likely not go through the effort of censoring and i might not tagg it unless it's fairly close up so if it really bothers you just block me ^^ no harsh feelings

This isn't a 18+ blog, nsfw pfps will be blocked to keep ppl safe, my cusion follows me

Do not interact if:

Nsfw pfp

Anyone else, feel free to argue and talk shit, i will put nazis, pedos, fascist, zionists, zoos, racists, and who tf else i hate in thier place or just block ya after trying lol

About me:

trans masc/enby person (gender bxy)

therian/otherkin identifying with a dinosaur-esk dragoniod (yes, I'm aware I am human -_-)

I am a plushum, meaning I have romantic and/or sexual attraction, twords plushies. I consider my bunny plush one of my partners bc i love them very much

Furry

Pansexual and arojump (under the aromantic spectrum)

I am diagnosed with autism, adhd, dyslexia and dysgraphia

Self diagnosed and peer reviewed with social anxiety, gender dysphoria (duh), bipolar disorder (not sure which one yet tbh but it's exstreamly obvious to my bipolar partner lol) and potentially dyscalcula but im not fully sure so take with a grain of salt

Mutual/social anarchist, i really wanna be able to set up a free market where I live one day

I am very vulture culture, frequently bring home dead animals to burry for respect and bones

Very left leaning if it isnt obvious enough

I've been called the f-slur & t-slur a few times. Now i call myself that because what ya gonna do if I already call myself those oh so scary words?

Im atheist and dont believe in any form of life after death but like I support yall having freedom of religion, pagens, Christians, Muslims, Satanists, like go for it, I just simply cant understand the idea of a greater purpose

I grew up where slurs were used casually. I have racist redneck family. Thankfully, I grew up to realize wtf is actually wrong with that side of my family ?-? You can break out of shitty thinking, there is no excuse for racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, ect. Like get a life

I try my best to support, but we can only walk places, and we frequently eat outta dumpsters

More will be added as i think of stuff

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dimensionhoppinghybrids · 2 years ago

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The truth behind the lies. End.

Previous part here

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The tense atmosphere in the court hall was heavy and oppressive. Joseph had submitted his evidence, which were documents and photos to the court and the judge, an Octillery of all things, before the court had begun. He had made sure that all of his evidence was correct and even included a picture of the pictures. He didn’t show the contents directly, believing it was unnecessary. The Arcanine chief of police would back him up on that later, and he was all the glad for it.

The next hours started as a battle of whits and patience for Joseph as all of his evidence was brought one by one and challenged, discussed, and in some attempts, they tried to refute them.

Evidence he had gathered from current prisoners, unstable individuals, what have you. But Joseph fought fiercely and with determination.

“Those kids lashed out. Those kids were hurting. And like any other government body, they slipped through your cracks when they needed help. Call them what you will, but they were just kids. Hurt, afraid, and pushed aside. How else do you expect them to have survived?” Sneered Joseph as he stared at one of the officials, and the judge banged on his gavel.

“Order! I will have order!” the Judge snapped as the murmur of the crowd managed to get a bit too loud. “Do not make me hold you in contempt of court. I do not care how much your reputation proceeds you sir Valkyrie, you will obey my laws in this hall, or I will have you thrown out. Understood?” He asked with a severe look.

Joseph could only give a stiff nod and he hoped that his backups for securing the evidence would hold out.

Thankfully, they did.

There were some in the guild that knew where this could go if found true, and they were concerned. Specifically the higher ups. Not all, just some in particular that knew that reputation was everything in the long run, and this would wound them.

The defenses that Joseph had put up were called three things. Aestas Bellum And Desire. They knew the consequences too. And when they had been filled in on his plans, they hadn’t hesitated to jump in.

If anything got destroyed, there were copies. If it went missing, more copies submitted and put in before it could be considered lost.

The court battle had taken weeks at this point, and everyone had grown tired on coming in after court had been adjourned for the day as it all dragged out, day by day.

It became a hot topic in the press as evidence after evidence was brought up, argued and brought up in further detail.

Bunny had been questioned, along with her therapist. A few other witnesses, kids from Ruric’s past had been asked to come in too. Those that had survived to this day? All so happy to see him again, calling out to him, and admitting to calling him; “He’s. He’s our hero.” One Linoone, one scarred at her front legs from self inflicted wounds on her person. Her fur disheveled and a bit ratty. She had been in an institution due to her self harming tendencies, and her severe social anxiety and depression. She hugged around her tail, shivering like a leaf in a storm as she bravely tried to go on. Joseph didn’t rush her. He stood well away, giving her a simple, encouraging smile. Tears streamed down her face as she described, just a little, of what Granbull would do to them, but she stopped, her voice failing her after a few very horrible sentences. “He promised us.. He promised.. It would all be worth it.” She whimpered. “But, but.. I didn’t I..” And she started to cry deep and heavy sobs.

Joseph couldn’t take it, and he rushed to help her down and out. She shivered from his touch, wanting to run away and flee. Not to be here anymore, but Joseph didn’t linger on long and she ran away to her own therapist, who could only try not to hug her patient.

A few others repeated a similar situation. They’d lose their composure and they would need to walk away, unable to bear it.

That alone stacked things in favor for Joseph. As much as he hated it, he knew it was good for his side of this argument, and all of those injured souls, even hurting so much, had tried their best to help Ruric and his friends. Because, as much as they were hurting, Ruric now needed their help, and they had come when needed.

After the third week, when the pictures of the tin box came into the fold, Joseph was asked; “And where did you find this item with the incriminating evidence inside?” Asked the prosecution, who had to defend this. “I can’t say.” Joseph said, looking at the prosecution and giving a grimace. “What I found there was more then just that. But I can’t say what, because i fear that those with ill intent will want to find it, and take what isn’t theirs.” He said, and the prosecution pushed on this, like he knew they would.

“And what is it that they would want to find?” Joseph gave just a simple stare. Debating on how to phrase this right, as he had to answer truthfully. “What was rightfully earned. Earned by trial of combat.” It was the only thing that he could say, but that was enough to make those that supervised the guild and the chief of police take an interest in Joseph.

They could probably guess what he had found, but without a location or a proper description, it was only baseless theories.

Things dragged on a bit more, for one more week they had to wait, and a month after this had all started, the jury had come to a decision. Because in this, the ones running the rescue teams couldn’t make a call, and after hearing all that he head heard, the judge had insisted on it. He was just doing his best to get this all going and keeping things to the facts, and so far, that had happened. Now he just wanted to be done with this.

The jury had had a long discussion and debate, and come to the conclusion that Ruric, of murder, wasn’t guilty.

Joseph was so glad to hear the verdict ring out to everyone in the hall and he heard the cry of cheers as those that had watched on and listened in, and been sympathetic rose in their seats. It had been a hard battle and it had been the most important one of all.

The rest though had been tricky. Those had required plea deals, and Joseph could only fight as much as he could for those to be as fair as possible and not have any hang ups. He wasn’t a lawyer by profession, but this court of jesters was like any other damned court of nobles. Just not as cut throat.

With his moonlighting as a defense attorney over, he cracked his back, and his soul felt tired.

He went to the trio, and gave them all a hug before they would be carted off to their own prisons. They couldn’t stick together, but with the plea deals he managed to wrangle? They’d get good prisons. Not long term ones as he’d seen in so many ways. Where lifers and those that might get the death treatment would stay. No, theirs was a temporary stay, and he hoped he had done all he could for them.

“Be safe you three. Don’t get into any trouble, alright?” He said in a hopeful tone as he saw them off.

He had done all he could, given this all he had.

He was at this point, very tired as he walked away from the jury. It was coming to be spring now, and things were... Finally just done.

He would see them in perhaps... What, a year? Maybe two? He would see, as it depended on good behavior. He smiled to himself, happy with a job well done.

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A day later, somewhere else---

The newspapers came in, and the rush of news of what had transpired for over a month exploded once more in the news.

The headlines boldly said; “RESCUE TEAM LEADER FOUND GUILTY, TRUST IN RESCUE TEAMS QUESTIONED?”

It was a tabloid of tabloids, drama and rumor, fact mixed with a bit of fiction by the authors of articles set into motion which only made the imagination run even more wild.

Joseph had knowingly opened this flood gate, and he knew that there would be no closing it now.

Any good will or reputation that anyone had for the rescue teams plummeted, and they found themselves in some ways, ridiculed, heckled or shamed. Specifically the leaders, as they had to bear the brunt of this accusation, and scrutiny from those they wanted to protect.

It would be a hard several years, and they would all need to prove themselves for the folly of just one if not a few individuals.

But that was life. Where one made the biggest outcry when a part of the group, then all those in part, would reap the shame that followed.

They only hoped that they could earn the trust they had once had, once more.

END.

#striking down like a thunderburner (joseph)#the truth behind the lies #drabble

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takitakidancetillthesunriseyea · 11 months ago

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Since first writing this, I’ve discovered a few more pieces of the Alice in Wonderland puzzle. Thanks to my lovely commenter @cyberkiddie who made me aware of this promotional poster I hadn’t seen before v

-which I immediately was able to connect to the Treasure Ep. Fin: All to Action (aka Wonderland) poster.

Their sitting order is the same, and they’re also wearing masks and uniforms. It’s a parallel of some kind. For one I think it’s interesting how different their masks are. Where the Will poster has easily recognizable Halateez masks, the All to Action poster has masks we’ve never seen anywhere else. They’re shiny and don’t hide the face at all. They’re not serving the same purpose.

Halateez wears masks because they’re being hunted, they’re wanted criminals, outlaws, etc. It’s to protect their identity from the government which most likely has advanced facial recognition technology. However the masks for Wonderland are the exact opposite. They’re flashy and see through, making their faces stand out even more. It makes you want to look harder, to see past the mask to who they really are.

It makes me wonder if the parallels between Crazy Form and Wonderland are supposed to be like that of Halateez and Feverteez. They’re loosely connected, but still… The more I look into it the more I seem to find.

Many of the album photos for Will are in the same poses or with the same people as in All to Action:

I also think it’s interesting that Seonghwa ends both songs in the middle. When I first watched the Crazy Form MV I figured Seonghwa ending in the middle signified something but I didn’t have (and still haven’t got) the slightest idea what that something is.

At first I thought that maybe Seonghwa was acting as the leader in Crazy Form so Hongjoong wasn’t in danger, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. For one, Hongjoong still has his leader armband (in Crazy Form) which would be a call out if he were in hiding and secondly he seems to be acting as the ‘distraction’ for the mission. Which isn’t exactly staying out of harms way.

Of course, it’s entirely possible that they just wanted Seonghwa in the middle….But it’s Ateez. So there’s absolutely no way that it’s a coincidence. He’s even on both thumbnails-

There’s too many possible ideas. Like, what if Seonghwa is the rabbit they follow to Wonderland? He’s always making sure everyone know’s that he’s a rabbit, and he certainly seemed to like Mito their little bunny mascot. But also maybe he just likes rabbits…

AhhhGggGhhg Ateez lore so hard!!!

Well, that’s it for now. As always, if I missed anything else plz feel free to add it. (@^v^@)b

Wonderland and the Rabbit (Theory)

I thought by now my brain would’ve run out of Ateez theories but I was very wrong. Last night I was aimlessly scrolling the internet when I came across all of the rabbit-centric promotional material Ateez used for their latest comeback The World Ep. Fin: Will, that I had somehow missed seeing before their actual comeback.

I also discovered Mito which I had seen before but didn’t realize was also related to the comeback. I guess just I accepted without question that they would carry a little stuffed rabbit around for no reason. (Apparently Mito is short for Michin Tokki or Crazy Rabbit.)

Of course that set the gears in my brain turning. Crazy Form has a few things in common with Wonderland, (mainly the coats) but not enough that I would immediately think they’re connected lore wise.

However, Crazy Form has a lot, and I mean a lot. Of Alice in Wonderland references.

We have Hongjoong doing the Cheshire cat smile.

We got the rabbits everywhere and the little ear motions in the choreography. Personally I think the name “Crazy Form” alone is already pretty in line with the whole Alice in Wonderland “We’re all mad here,” thing. And of course we have whatever these godawful furry things are.

Even Seonghwa’s smile in the MV is rather Mad Hatter-ish

(I also find it interesting that his left eye is covered but that’s a point for a dif theory.)

So. From all that it’s clear they’re trying to make a connection to Alice in Wonderland. But why? What does Alice in Wonderland have to do with their story so much that they’re putting references in everywhere.

At first I assumed it had to do with their alternate universe thing. Is entering the doors to Strictland in the Wonderland MV them ‘going down the rabbit hole’? Is Mito their white rabbit? (Even though it’s black-) Is it just another reference to them being somewhere strange they don’t belong?

As I was thinking of all the things I could remember about Alice in Wonderland, suddenly it hit me. The ending. Alice in Wonderland ends with Alice waking up and realizing it had all been a dream.

(When I realized it I almost lost it)

There have already been a number of people theorizing that the Crazy Form MV is at least partially in a dream due to Hongjoong shooting real bullets out of his finger guns, San flying, etc... Oh yea and the crecent moon at the beginning that seems to instantly change to a full one.

Which just adds it to this list of dream related MV’s like Illusion, Wave, Inception, and Eternal Sunshine. But it really makes me wonder, was the Wonderland MV a dream too? We don’t have diaries for the Treasure series, so pretty much anything goes at this point.

It would make sense if all the weird maze stuff was part of a dream, but feel like the maze is something different entirely… AhhhHHhgh this is all so big brain that I don’t think I’ve even scratched the surface of what’s actually going on.

It does makes me wonder though…just how deep does this rabbit hole (dream) go? How long have they been asleep? And when they wake up, where, when, and who will they be?

#ateez #ateez lore #ateez theory #seonghwa #ateez atiny #atiny #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #ngl i still don’t understand reblogs #loretiny #loreteez #atinyateez #the world ep.fin : will

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fightingsail · 7 years ago

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one a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns.

#harley #saxon #bordercollies #dogblr downunder #my photos #nikon photos #no dogs or bunnies were harmed in the making #fruitless buns for good boys

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 2 years ago

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&Team Hyung line reacting to being called ‘bestfriend’

more &Team <3 I promise I’ll give content soon that isn’t just &Team. I have E’Last and Golcha stuff in the works just wait with me. Here’s a rewrite once again for &Team of some of my past works.

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: jealousy/a bit of anger mentioned, swearing

Pairing: &Team x reader

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Kei

You knew it would be hard to prank him

You used to prank him a lot in the beginning at your relationship

so it has become very tricky

but you saw this on tiktok and wanted to try it

you knew he’d know what's up if you asked to film a video

You got your friend to call you and read out a little script with you basically

since your lovely boyfriend is nosey and sitting right across from you he tuned in even though he was messing with stuff on his phone

“Oh my god you got a new job? Well maybe you should treat me out to lunch then mr money man” you said with a laugh, your boyfriend immediately was all ears feeling a little bit of jealousy as well

“What have I been up to? just hanging out with my best friend, he's right here, do you want to say hi?”

okay this dude upset he aint fucking around I tell you that

“Bestfriend?” He said cold toned with anger laced in his voice

“Shouldn’t it be ‘boyfriend?’ oh wait no you called me bestfriend and basically asked that person on the phone to take you on a date. Who even were they?”

god you could tell he was so mad oh god oh no

“Before you get any more mad I’m going to let you know this was a prank, go to tiktok baby you’ll find the trend I promise you”

It would take a lot more for him to stop being a little angry

But maybe try taking a photo of him and captioning it on a post saying "I have the best boyfriend ❤️" and post selfies in his hoodies

He'll definitely find it hard to fight the smile off his face

Fuma

Filming a video with Fuma you wanted to do the prank you saw on tiktok

You asked Fuma if he'd do a TikTok challenge of who's most likely too

He was just like "Anything you want my love <3"

He’s literally so unbelievably whipped for you

Excited to do something fun with you as he thought it’d be silly and cute

Ugh hurts to see where this heads </3

Starting the video looking at him from the camera on your phone you could see his face drop as your words fell from your lips

"Hey everyone here I'm doing a challenge with my bestfriend! Who's most likely to" you sounded so energetic and excited

He was quick on his feet to express how he didnt like the change of title

even if he felt bad since he didn't want to make you feel bad

"Baby can you stop filming for a second?"

You knew the prank worked but at what cost

"I don't know if you meant to but you called me your bestfriend instead of your boyfriend. I don't want to sound possessive or like you have to call me something but out of all titles bestfriend just seems like I'm not your boyfriend an-"

Quick to shut him up by planting a kiss to his lips

"I’m sorry, it was a prank I saw on tiktok baby, I wont actually post that we can refilm the intro I just wanted to see your reaction, I’ll always make sure to let the whole world know you're my boyfriend, now wanna film that video actually?"

Immediately filled with relief never do that to the poor boy again

Nicholas

Not having any of it

Laying on your shoulder

He looked at your phone while you where typing out of curiosity

Usually ur playing a game or scrolling through TikTok so found no harm but this time you were in your contacts talking to a friend he didn’t know that well

And saw you wrote "I'm with my bestfriend rn"

In response to a text that said "what are you up to pretty?"

He was hurt

Confused

Bitter

And needed an answer now

Glaring at you he quickly said "not to be nosey but who are you talking too"

He said straightening up

"Oh my friend, why do you ask?"

"You called me your best friend? Why not the love of your life? Sugar plum? Sweetie pie? Honey bunny? Apple of your eye? Or even a simpler title: boyfriend maybe?"

Even though he was trying to come off as joking around you could see in his eyes he was hurt and a bit angry

Explaining the prank and how you convinced your friend to tag along in it he felt betrayed </3

Pls comfort him

Give him kisses, take dorky couple photos anything just give him forms of reassurance

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years ago

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18 | chapter eighteen

summary: Eddie walks in to places he wasn't even called to. Billy and you like the Quarry.

warnings: smut smut smut.

listen to: Stockholm Syndrome - One Direction | Ojitos Lindos - Bad Bunny, Bomba Estereo | Radio - Lana del Rey | The Beach- The Neighbourhood (playlist here)

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word count: 6.8k

author's note: special thank you to @criminallyvenomous that edited this chapter and she's the most amazing human ever for taking the time to do so.

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You’d often believed that melancholy was a permanent state in your life. Your thoughts, often wrapped around a fog of melancholy, only grew stronger once your mother passed away. The melancholy of a child that knows her father’s memories would fade away eventually, as well as her mother’s. At one point you wouldn’t be able to remember how they sounded, how they laughed, how they would tell you that they loved you. Their faces, as well as the memories, would dwindle as they were washed by time; only photos and home videos would make you recall how they felt.

The woe followed you throughout your life, enough for it to become your loyal companion. It never left your side, not even when you were riding your bike with the music wrapping around your mind; at one point you stopped hoping that it would go away. It’d become a part of you, and you a part of it. A sorrowful child, heavy-hearted, that had built so many walls and so tall that you’d made sure no one had ever passed through them.

And yet, Billy Hargrove had managed to do so.

Melancholy was no longer your only companion, cold blue wasn’t just a color you saw anymore; now, it’d become the color of his eyes. Sunlight wasn’t only burning your skin, sunlight was the warmth that you’d felt when he was close to you, reading you out loud and kissing your lips.

He’d stained your life as if he’d spilled wine on a white dress.

And yet, you’d pushed him away.

The bitterness in your mouth didn’t leave you for days, and the tears wouldn’t go away so easily when you saw him passing through the halls as he kept ignoring you. Still, in those seconds, you could feel it, the magnetic force pulling you towards him. In the days following the last time you’d spoken, you’d only dreamed and hoped for Billy and the taste of his lips.

But you were so petrified of doing something more, of putting yourself in harm's way again.

You knew it wouldn’t be smart but the following week, as you stared at him on his Camaro, you didn’t hear the alarms in your head going off, it seemed like your body was moving to its own accord.

“Hi,” you muttered once you reached the Camaro, Billy didn’t look at you, he had decided that he couldn’t.

He felt like he’d been maimed. Your short-lived love affair had lasted a fortnight and Billy believed that his heart would never be fully recovered. He hadn’t been able to actually sleep or eat correctly, he wasn’t only flunking at school, but also basketball. He’d felt like he’d been to war, and every day walking in the same space as you felt like he was dodging land mines.

“Do not ignore me,” you breathed out as you pulled his hand. Billy turned around with a glare, but his face dropped as he watched you, while your eyes widened a bit.

Both of you looked awful. The crimson in your eyes told Billy that you’d been crying, while the plum-colored bags underneath his eyes easily told you that he wasn't sleeping.

Neither of you were doing okay. Part of you felt scared as you stared into those pretty blue electric eyes, part of you wanted to run away, you weren’t prepared to have any kind of conversation, and part of you didn’t trust Billy completely, not yet at least. But no, you hadn’t felt so awful since you’d broken things off, the heaviness in your heart grew stronger each day that you weren’t with him.

“I’m going to be at Peaches today,” you breathed out, calmly.

Billy pressed his lips together.

“Do you want me to go so I can eat you out?” he asked.

You were not sure if it was a dig at you, or if he actually meant it, but your jaw still dropped at the insinuation that you were using him like a sex object.

“Hush!” you hissed as you looked around while Billy rolled his eyes. “And no, I wanted to talk to you,”

“About?”

You raised your eyebrow. “Stop answering every question with a question,” you state, recalling his words. Billy almost smiled as he watched you but he chose not to. “Can you just please come?” you plead.

This part, this part was the part where Billy would run away, he wasn’t used to anything good happening in his life and so he usually felt trapped. His instinct is to run, to be mean, to tell you that it never meant anything.

But it would be all a lie and Billy was never a great liar.

“Shouldn’t you be seeing someone more like your type?” he muttered.

“You don’t have to be such an asshole,” you said as you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment.

“I’ll come,” he stated softly.

Part of your brain was screaming at you as a hint of a smile drew up on your face. It shouldn’t be that easy, it shouldn’t be that easy that just him saying yes to you made the melancholy leave your side for a moment.

Billy’s eyes soften as he looked at you, he usually didn’t have soft spots, he shouldn’t have soft spots according to his dad, but then you were there, asking him to meet you and smiling when he’d agreed.

Please, just send me a sign or I’ll let her go, he recalled.

Around 6:00 pm, Billy was parked in front of Peaches as he’d promised you.

He’d been thinking about actually going all day. There was a lot on his mind as he debated it, driving usually calmed him down, but today it didn’t seem like it would.

He wondered if you felt bad for what you’d said and how you’d said it, he also felt bad about not making things clear between the two of you before. Part of him also wondered if this was the payback he deserved after tossing girls left and right when they got too close for too long. He wondered if you were as scared as he was when you realized that there was something more in the way he gazed at you. The dark part of him also wondered, if you would just break his heart further, which only caused his darker thoughts to think how he could make you feel as bad as you possibly could with his words -he regretted that last thought almost immediately.

Still debating if he should go, he thought about what his mom had taught him.

Kindness, the kindness that usually Neil would dismiss, the kindness that you’d shown him when you’d fixed him up, the kindness that you’d shown him when you were spending time together.

He was out of the car before he’d realized it. He entered the shop to find you sitting on the counter, ankles crossed while you read a book, although by how fast you’d raised your head, he realized you were waiting for him.

“Hi,” you said as you smiled softly at him.

“Hi,” Billy let out a breath as he stared at you while his heartbeat rose.

“You’re here,” you replied as you closed the book and climbed down from the counter.

It wouldn’t be true if you’d pretended as if you knew he was going to come. He’d said he would, but you also knew he was apprehensive about coming.

“You asked me to be here,” Billy replied dully.

You frowned your brows slightly, he was still apprehensive, apparently. “Yeah, that’s not what I…” you replied but then you sighed as you stared at him. “Come here,” you’d asked before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the supply closet at Peaches.

You knew that Eddie was coming soon, you’d asked him to cover you for the night since you needed to work on your college applications, but you still believed that you had time to actually fix things with Billy without Eddie noticing it.

You closed the supply closet and then turned to face him, your heart thundering in your chest as you watched the way he gazed at you. There was a fondness in his electric blue eyes mixed with fear, you understood it so well that it scared you for a moment.

Billy bit his cheek as the silence settled in before he sighed.

“Are you sure this isn’t a ploy to see me shirtless again?” he asked dully but with a mischievous glint in his eyes

You narrowed your eyes at him for a second, and Billy’s smirk disappeared. Your first instinct is to tell him to fuck off or to not be an asshole, you’d punch him on the shoulder if you could, but then your features softened.

“Look, I’m sorry,” you sighed while you give a step closer to him.

“About?”

You shook your head, a soft sight slipping past your lips before your eyes met his again.

So much for the walls, you’d made.

“I wasn’t planning on this happening or anything happening for that matter. This was new to me and the last time I met someone who looked like trouble, he really was,” you explained to Billy as he watched you with a neutral expression, but you see how he tensed up as you mentioned your ex. You don’t want to tell him too much either about him or what happened, the ins and outs of a relationship that seemed to be condemned to the graveyard since it began. “He hurt me and being with him practically ruined my life and now, I’m just so good at being alone that it scared me when I… I just wasn’t prepared on running into you, okay?”

Billy’s eyes remained trained on you but other than his clenched jaw while he watched you as if he was confused by you. Expressing yourself so freely wasn’t easy when you were touching on such subjects, something so close to you, to your heart. Locking up feelings felt easy, you’d never thought about how letting them out would be such a struggle.

“This doesn’t make sense, right?” you groaned as you passed a hand through your hair while you stared at him, it felt like you were balancing on breaking branches.

“Not really,” he muttered.

Still, nothing in his features indicated anything, any sort of reaction to your words. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest as you stared at him. He still looked the same as when you met him, his glowing tan that just certain people that’d spent a considerable part of his life between the sand and the water could reach, his golden curls falling in his forehead, his deep deep electric blue eyes piercing you.

The coldness in your life disappeared when he was around, he was summer to you and you realized that you wouldn’t let it go.

Fuck it, you thought.

“I like you,” you confessed, your heart on your hands as you watched him. “I like you even though I don’t really do sometimes, even though sometimes I want to slap you; and I can’t sleep and I can’t eat because I just want you, okay?”

Billy stared at you.

Honestly, he thought that he didn’t hear you correctly, that his mind had made it all up because there was no way that Billy had found someone that he wanted and she wanted him too. Warmth bloomed on his chest, inside and it spread through his limbs, making his sizzle and crackle to his beating and pounding heart as he stared at you softly.

Such a simple statement, yet so monumental for someone like Billy to hear.

“You, you like me?” Billy stuttered as he gazed at you, only then you managed to see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

It was only then that you truly believed that he liked you too. You smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt as you gazed at Billy, quickly walking towards him and launching yourself into his arms. You wanted to hold him, to feel his warmth, you missed it so much that your skin ached at the thought of not feeling him again. Billy smiled too, holding you until you were on your tiptoes as he looped his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, I really like you,” you muttered as you nuzzled yourself on his neck. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Billy didn’t waste a second after he heard you, he quickly took a hold of your jaw softly and pressed his lips against yours without any notice. The kiss started soft with so much adoration that you gasped softly against his lips before you followed his rhythm, then Billy’s kiss turned so fiercely that you moaned into his mouth. His lips were warm and they tasted like cigarettes and cinnamon, and although you disliked the taste of cigarettes, you’d only kissed him harder, opening your mouth for him as you knotted your fingers tightly into his hair.

Billy moaned softly into the kiss as he took your leg and wrapped it around your waist before he easily lifted you into his arms, as he usually did. You followed suit as Billy leaned you against the shelves of the supply closet. Neither of you could get enough, it was hungry and needy and it was as if you were hoping to mend all of the hurt you’d felt with one kiss.

Billy’s hands roamed your body and you felt like crying as you feel him smiling against your lips. He was happy, you could tell, he was so fucking happy and so were you. It only made you want him more as you hummed into the kiss as tried to press yourself more into him while Billy touched any available skin he could find as his hands skimmed down your sweater.

Both of you too focused on the kiss, on the other’s skin and touch, too hyperaware of what was happening between the two of you to even hear the way that Eddie was screaming your name as he’d entered Peaches or the sound of his steps as he walked towards the supply door when he’d listened to the heavy breathing.

It wasn’t until you heard the knob on the door turning loudly that you frowned as you tried to back away from Billy, but he’d chased your lips.

“What the fuck?” Eddie’s voice rang through your head as Billy’s lips finally left yours, you jumped at the sound as both of you turned towards the door.

Eddie was standing in the doorway as he had an amazing view of how Billy was holding your ass and your rose skirt, clearly a bit too much of what you’d liked Eddie to see.

“I-” you started but then you shut your mouth. What could you possibly say anyway as your hair was a mess, your clothes in disarray and Billy had you backed against the shelves of the place you both worked in.

Your skin began to turn a splotchy red as you gazed at Billy for a second, who was looking at Eddie like a deer in headlights. You figured he would’ve already cursed him out but he seemed to be in too much shock to react in any way, while you gazed back at Eddie who was already flustered too.

“I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING,” Eddie finally proclaimed before he shut the door closed.

Your heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. You turned to Billy who was all wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You smiled, enjoying how flustered he was before letting out a giggle while he groaned as he grabbed your hips while shaking his head at you. Who would’ve known that Billy Hargrove could be embarrassed? You took a hold of his face softly and pulled him in for a chaste kiss on his lips while he placed you down on the floor softly.

Both of you silently agreed that if you kept going, your first time together was going to be in a supply closet.

“This probably isn’t a good idea,” he muttered as he gave you another kiss on his lips, soft playfulness in his voice as you looked at him through your lashes.

“He’s probably traumatized,” you chuckled as you took a hold of Billy’s jeans, pushing him against you while you smiled coyly.

Billy almost hiss as he felt how you pushed your hips against his, he looked down at you as his body flushed against yours while shaking his head.

“Baby, this is nothing,” he muttered against your lips with a glint in his eyes while you almost whimpered at the pet name. “Just come with me okay?”

“Where are you going to take me?” you asked him as he finally gave a step away while lacing his hand with yours.

“Just trust me,” he replied.

You watched him softly. You wondered if you should really trust him or if this was just the beginning of the end for both of you. You both were so similar that you would probably just burn together if something went wrong but as you watch him, you knew that you didn’t care that much to burn if it meant doing it with him.

“What else can I do now, Hargrove?” you replied with an exaggerated roll of an eye.

Billy beamed as he brought your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly before opening the door of the closet. Billy’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as both of you passed in front of Eddie who was glaring at both of you, if it wasn’t because you felt too intoxicated by Billy’s hold on you, you probably would’ve talked a bit while Billy waited for you outside but you only managed to mouth an ‘I’m sorry before you smiled to Billy as he pulled you to his bike, quickly taking your helmet and placing it softly on your head.

Billy asked you to follow him and you did on your bike, halfway to the point you realized where you were going. You smiled to yourself as you raced your bike and quickly passed him on the road, Billy smirked and shook his head before he sped up next to you. It was a matter of minutes before you reached the Quarry, the small spot that had green over it where you and Billy had gone before.

Billy arrived seconds later as you took off your helmet and watched the sun coming down, not many people came to the Quarry once the summer had passed apparently. Billy climbed down from the Camaro, he opened the trunk as you watched him and he placed a blanket on the green grass before he motioned you to sit down.

“I hope that you haven’t fuck any girl on that blanket,” you muttered with a smirk as you watched the blanket and then looked up at him while raising your eyebrows.

Billy’s eyes narrowed.

“I haven’t fuck anyone in my car,” Billy said a bit offended but as he stared at you with those eyes, he bit his inner cheek. “Not since the start of the summer,”

You snorted.

“That’s comforting,” you muttered jokingly as you sat on the blanket and Billy sat next to you, looping his arm to your hip and pushing you against him.

“Don’t ruin a nice moment,” he grumbled before he presses a sweet kiss to your temple and you nuzzled on his neck. “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for,”

You smiled, biting your cheek while you feel your cheeks burning at the thought of his words. Billy’s hand trails your spine softly while you sighed contently against him. Both of you stayed silent for a few minutes, basking in each other’s touch, trying to satisfy the past craving of not having the other close for the past few days.

Billy’s hands roamed your body delicately and you let him, humming as he did, you liked how his calloused hands felt on your skin. Then he took one of your hands before he placed a sweet kiss on your knuckles, caressing them with his thumb, only then he noticed some scars.

He stopped as he examined them. They looked like his scars.

“What are you watching?” you asked him as you glanced at him softly.

Billy looked at you softly, his mind trying to find a reasonable excuse for why would you have such scars. He knew that you were feisty but he knew how you get those scars, it’s not easy to have those lines drawn over your knuckles in such a manner.

“You have scars like mine,” he finally muttered, your chest ache slowly as you realized what he meant. “What happened?”

“Bike accident,” you lied, a bit too quickly though.

Billy wanted to buy your excuse, after all, he never had an accident of such a manner. He sighed as he watched you and pressed another kiss on your knuckles.

“You have to be careful on that thing,” Billy finally muttered. You smiled at him before you quickly pushed yourself from the ground and sat over his lap, facing him before you placed a kiss on his mouth.

“Or what?” you teased.

He laughed as he looped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him before he pressed a kiss on your collarbone, he stayed there. Billy sighed contently as he nuzzled on your chest while you played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your heartbeat steady, if something, just slightly faster than a normal heartbeat while it felt like his was going to burst from his chest. He doesn’t even want to be in any other place that isn’t with you, he realized, you feel like the sea, soft waves as he laid there.

“I don’t know but it scares me,” he finally confessed.

You pulled back a bit before you watched him softly, your thumb caressing his cheekbone. Your heart, your poor heart began to beat erratically once again, your poor heart had to endure it again, whatever came with him but you don’t care. Not if he’s looking at you like you created the sun.

“Is this the first time?” you asked him while you pressed another kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“What?”

“That this is happening to you,” you asked again.

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed for a second as he realized what you meant. Have you ever been in love like this?

No, no he hasn’t. He hasn’t ever felt this way for anyone else. He hasn’t felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest when he saw someone. He hasn’t feel like he was sick when he thought that they didn’t like him. He hasn’t felt such despair about not being able to kiss someone in his life.

Maybe the word is not in love, Billy didn’t dare to say it yet because it’s too soon but the more he looked at you, he believed that he might’ve be. He didn't answer though, instead, he began peppering your face with soft kisses while you smiled at him as he kissed your lips, your cheeks, your eyelids, all the places he could as you finally let out a soft giggle and he laughed with you.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he finally breathes out.

“Thought that I was trouble,” you said with a smile.

“So am I, who cares?”

You smiled, you weren’t the only mess or trouble anymore; you didn’t feel alone anymore.

Billy pressed a more steady and firm kiss to your lips as his hands skimmed down your sweater and touched your shoulder blades, pushing you harder against him. Goosebumps swarmed every part of your body that he touched as your lips rolled together. There’s a place in the sun for anyone who follows their feelings, that’s what Billy made you believe. Though as you pulled apart you realized that you hadn’t even thought about anything else during those days, you’d taken care of Emily but today you hadn’t called her and told her that you probably wouldn’t be home and even though Craig was out of town and she would probably cover for you, you could still feel your stomach twisting at the thought of him finding out.

“What are we going to do?” you asked as you pulled away for a second. “I still don’t think that we can-”

Billy hushed you for a second and he shook his head.

“We don’t think about it right now,” he breathed out. He didn’t want to overthink anything, he wanted to bask in the feeling of finally having you. He needed the night to remain untouched by the outer concerns, there was nothing more to add, he only wanted you. “This is more than enough for now,”

For a second, there was nothing but silence and intense eye contact.

Then, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. It was more fierce and aggressive than ever before, more than his rough kisses, filled with a sense of urgency that you’d never felt before. He welcomed it, devouring your mouth with the same urgency. You sighed at the kiss, pressing yourself further against him as his hands caressed the skin on your back. Quickly you began to fumble with his black shirt, Billy pulled away just enough so he could take it off. He pressed his lips against yours almost immediately as your nails raked his torso, his abs and then began to fumble with his belt.

The burning hunger of feeling him was overwhelming, coiling around your veins as he played with the zipper of your skirt and pulled it down as you were managing to undo his belt and shove his jeans down. Billy broke the kiss with a gasp, pushing you slightly away from his as he tried to catch his breath but you still continued, too overwhelmed with desire as you placed soft kisses on his jaw.

“Wait, look at me,” he muttered softly but you didn’t listen to him. He closed his eyes as you sucked on the skin of his neck for a second before he took your jaw softly and pulled you away. “Are you sure you want this?” he breathed out. “I won’t be able to stop, I mean I will but…”

You hushed him.

“This is more than enough for now,” you said as you repeated his words from minutes before. Billy blinked as he caressed your jaw. “Kiss me,”

His mouth pressed hard against yours as you grabbed the back of his neck, gasping softly as his hands sneaked up to the underneath of your skirt as you eagerly push your hips against his bulge. His mouth trailed from your lips to your neck as his fingers pushed your underwear to the side and trailed your core while you let out a soft whimper.

You clutched his shoulders as Billy continued to press kisses over your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbones as he pressed his digit into you while pressing his thumb over your clit. Your lips parted, unable to breathe as he added a second finger while your hands gripped his hair and pulled on it slightly, making Billy hiss against your skin. You wondered once again if you should feel embarrassed about how quickly Billy managed to make you this wet, your underwear soaked just with his kisses and his fingers. You closed your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows as he curled his fingers expertly into you. Billy looked up, smiling at your flushed cheeks -he could even see it under the moonlight- and your furrowed eyebrows, how your hips rocked against him eagerly, your breathing.

“You don’t have to hold back baby,” He breathed against your skin as he placed a kiss on your jaw and then added another finger. “Let me hear how good I make you feel,”

“Billy,” you moaned louder than you’d ever done.

Billy groaned as you pulled harder on his hair, while his other hand took a hold of your throat at pressed it slightly at the sides. Your head felt like it was spinning as he fucked you with his fingers. Billy groaned as he saw your eyes fluttering at the pressure on your throat and then, he increased the pressure on your clit, a satisfied moan escaped your lips as the pleasure ran through your body, through your overheated skin. Billy let go of your throat before you moaned again, drowning it his lips as he claimed your mouth again in a delirious kiss that sent scorching fire through your skin. Incoherent pleads and moans escaped your lips as Billy’s fingers work on you, your walls clench around his fingers and your whole body began to tremble.

“Come on baby,” Billy whispered against your lips. “Want to feel how you’ll come all over my,”

Billy didn’t get to finish because you cried loudly as your orgasms rippled through your entire body, growing lost in the sensation, dizzy and helpless from the way that he made you feel as you arched your back against him. Billy kissed your face as you were coming down from your high, caressing your waist gently as he murmured in your ear how much of a good girl you were. He gently pulled out his fingers and pressed his lips once more against your temple as you nuzzled on his neck.

Only then you realized how caring he is when you’re coming down from your high, he’d done it before each time he brought you to your orgasm. It scares you for a second, how he can go from rough to gentle in a blink of an eye.

“Still there, baby?” Billy asked after another minute passed, he noticed that your legs have stopped trembling.

It’d never happened to you before, you’d never had such intense orgasms, not even with your own doing; this was all Billy. You nodded softly before pressing your lips against his neck before your hands sank between your bodies as you began to pull down his pants while he chuckled and pressed soft kisses on your shoulder. You began to kiss his collarbone, sucking on the tender skin, biting it, and then licking it for good measure, Billy hissed at the last part but by the way, his hand tightened on your hips, you’re aware that he loved it.

Your lips roll over his sunkissed skin, you could feel his abs clenching over and over as you continue to kiss his skin before you sink your hand, breaching the waistband of his boxers. Billy swallowed hard as he felt how you stroked his cock, wrapping your hand around the base of it and swiping your thumb over the swollen tip. He’d never let you go this far before, always palming him over his jeans, your eyes filled with lust when he gazed at you.

God, you were fucking trouble.

You pulled his boxers down finally, and your eyes widened at the sight of it, you’d seen it before in a fleeting second but god, it didn’t do it justice. You sighed softly as you looked at it with widened eyes before you bit your inner cheek, you never ran away from any challenge. Soon you wrapped your lips around him. Billy’s hand flew to your hair as you wrapped your hands around the base of his cock, moving them in rhythm with your mouth. Humming contently as you watch the string of curses that leave Billy’s mouth as you pleasure him.

It’s honestly too much. Billy had always received good head because he usually taught the girls how to do it, but you didn’t need practice. But as you continued moaning and gagging, looking at him through lust-filled watery eyes, he was afraid he was going to burst into your mouth in just a couple of seconds.

“Wait,” Billy muttered through gritted teeth as he pulled away for a second, after one particular movement that made his tip hit the back of your throat.

You frowned as he grasped your chin and pulled you up.

“But I want,”

“Another time,” Billy said firmly as he placed a kiss on your mouth. “I need to be inside of you,”

The fire in his eyes as he looked at you sent shivers down your spine. You simply nodded as you finally peeled off the sweater from your body as Billy looked for the condom in his pants. Soon, you tossed your bra aside as Billy pulled the condom from his wallet. Upon seeing your chest, Billy’s mouth fell open as he watched you. Flushed cheeks, your face still basking on the afterglow of your previous orgasm, your lust-filled eyes while you stepped out of your skirt and were left in those torned panties.

“You’re the most amazing thing in my life,” Billy breathed out, almost unaware that he muttered such words. They weren’t filled with lust or desire, they’d such a deeper meaning that you didn’t want to find out just yet, at least, not for the night.

Therefore, you took the package from his hand, tore it, and rolled it down onto him. Billy quickly took a hold of your hips and back, pushing your back into the blanket again and hoovering over you, settling between your thighs. It isn’t fair, it isn’t fair that he looks like he was sculpted by the gods as he stared at you with that fire and tenderness in his eyes. Billy leaned his body over yours, placing his forearm next to your head with another cradling it.

He took his cock and trailed it over your soaking core, both of you shudder as it slides along it. He was teasing you, you knew it as you looked at the smirk on his face as a whimper escaped your lips but then he kissed you hard. You simultaneously take in sharp breaths as Billy slid inside of you, stretching you slowly.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your lips.

He remained still for a moment as you got used to the dull ache of having him. Only your heavy breaths could be heard as you held each other’s gaze. As you kissed, you realized that you’d never seen Billy looking at you in such a tender a soft way, he’d become softer over the weeks, the hard lines in his face were more relaxed and the lines of his smile were more prominent than before. Beautiful, you thought as you watched him.

Billy was scared for a second as he realized how you were watching him. Not because it was not lust-filled but because he realized that he’d never experienced so much tenderness in his life. Billy was never the best, never loved, he never deserved anything; but as you placed a hand on his cheek as you watch him while he sunk further into you, he realized that you really liked him for him. No other girl touched him as you did, no other girl even made a string of his heart move, but there you got him; all for you.

His hands skimmed along your sides as he rolled his hips. You were soaking wet and gripping Billy so fucking good that he recalled his dreams from a month prior and hoped that this wasn’t going to happen to him today. Every shred of self-control he had trembled as he sunk further.

“Oh my god,” you whispered as you arched your back.

You wrapped your legs around his hips as you tried to pull him closer to you, the pain doesn’t matter now that the pleasure was clouding it. Billy kept on thrusting inside of you, brushing deeply into you each time he did. The way he moved, the way he kissed every part of his skin he could find, every brush of his hands on your skin felt like he wanted to engrave every inch of you with his memory. And you believe that he did, no one had touched you in such a manner, no one had lit up that fire in you, and no one had done what he was doing to you at the moment.

It felt so good, so good that you are unable to form any words by the way he was filling you up. You became too dizzy, too intoxicated with pleasure to realize the sweet nothings he’s murmuring against the shell of your ear as his head fell into your shoulder. He pressed his lips against your collarbone and your neck, before crashing together in a desperate, furious kiss.

“Feels like you were made for me,” he breathed out, groaning loudly as he fucked into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you nodded hurriedly at him; worried that he might stop if you don’t give any sign of a coherent response.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed out.

Billy took the message, and before you could say more, he leaned forward with a particularly hard snap of his hips against you. You cried loudly as your nails begin to rake at the skin of his back, Billy hoped he was going to have scars that can prove to him that you were as mesmerized and drowned in pleasure as he was. Billy quickly claimed your mouth again, pressing himself closer to you, his tongue caressing yours.

You were close; Billy could feel it by the way that you were clenching around him, how your breath hitched every time his cock brushed your G-spot, by the mewling, by the short moans that grow more desperate with each of his hard thrusts. God, you were fucking perfect, your body was fucking perfect, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Billy’s hands slipped between your bodies and his thumb began to caress the swollen bundle of nerves. Your head snapped backward, your whole body aches, as you let out the loudest scream you had yet. Your entire body tightened as you cried, your pussy pulsing around Billy as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“You look so pretty like this,” Billy murmured as he slipped his tongue into your mouth for another kiss your whole body trembled; your body limp against his. “But I bet you can give me another one baby, right?” he murmured.

You wondered if he fucked you dumb already because you were going to say that you couldn’t; but then Billy moved your body without much notice. He leaned against his heels and he pulled you up with him. He was still hard inside of you as you managed to weakly drape an arm around his neck.

“Billy,” you whined as you realized how deeply buried inside of you, you were extra-sensitive by your previous orgasms but you felt Billy smiling against your neck as he pressed his lips against yours.

“Come on baby, I didn’t take you for a quitter,” Billy chuckled lowly and you whimpered softly as he moved lazily inside of you. “You’re going to give me another one, right?”

“Billy, I can’t, it’s too much,” you whined a bit more as he began to increase his tempo. It should’ve been pathetic but you didn’t care to be pathetic if it meant that he would fuck you like he was doing it and if it meant that you wouldn’t lose your sun.

“Be a good girl, okay?”

That did it for you, you cried out Billy’s name again as he started to snap his hips up while he held you by the torso. He felt so fucking you inside of you as he drilled into you. His hands roamed your skin as they managed to stay on your hips once he realized that you were stronger. You moved your hips, moaning against him as you tried to match his thrusts. You opened your eyes for a second, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver before you pulled back to watch him. His eyes glimmered as he looked into your face, a coy smile on hips lips and you know that you’re done for.

You would never feel like this with anyone and Billy knew it too, right there and then.

Billy crashed your mouth against him aggressively as he felt how your walls were clenching again, he knew your body so well. Fire spread through your body, consuming and engulfing you like never before while your cry was muffled by Billy’s demanding lips. The fire suffocated him too, you felt his hips stuttering as he filled you and in an attempt to feel more in control, you rutted your hips against him as much as you could.

“Fuck,” Billy moaned as he spilled into the condom, still inside of you as he held himself there.

It took a couple of seconds for Billy to stop twitching and spasming inside of you, and for you to stop trembling; well after both of you stopped moving. The afterglow of both of your orgasms made you forget anything other than each other.

Billy could only feel you and you could only feel him.

Neither of you would’ve want it any other way.

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author's note: almost didn't finish this chapter jeeezz. Well welcome to the new section of this story, it's called 'fucking like rabbits and try to have a healthy relationship'. Let's see how long it lasts. thank you as always for your support. you make me really really happy

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mr-babish-the-bunny · 2 years ago

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Get my good angle hooman.

#from the front his big nose reminds me of those big nose dog plushies #its cute #mr babish #bunny #rabbit #bunblr #cute animals #bun bun #cute #cute rabbit #cute bunny #black and white #pose #no bunnies were harmed in the making of this photo #never sits still for photos !!#photogenic #photography

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years ago

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Airport Mayhem ~ KSJ [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

PAIRING: Seokjin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: angst, family au, fluffy, fluffy ending, angry jin

A/N: I’m sorry that this is short but I hope its okay! Thank you so much for requesting and waiting for me to get to it 💞🥰 @virginialiketheamericanstate

The crowds of screaming people were something you had grown accustomed to over the years of being with Jin. Something you had accepted was going to happen since the two of you were in a public relationship, it was something that scared you in the beginning but you were used to it now. Spending a lot of your time travelling with a guard to make sure that you were safe and your kids were well protected. It wasn't as though you thought any ARMY or reporters weren't going to hurt your kids it was all a precaution, in case an accident was to happen or something. It was also something you hadn't spoken to Jin about in a long time, he had no idea that you were followed around a lot by a group of fans. Something you decided to keep from him so he wouldn't be too upset with people.

From the moment your car had pulled into the airport people had begun to flood into your personal space. Screaming questions at you and Jin, snapping photos of you both with flashes. Someone must have leaked where you were going to be that morning but it was hard to know who when so many people were in on the secret.

"Can you give us some room please?" Jin asked kindly as he stood in the airport, both you and him waiting for your tickets to be checked while you bounced your 3-year-old on your hip. She was scared of the mass amounts of people all yelling and crying around her as you did your best to calm her down. Small sniffles coming from her as she cuddled up to your shirt and the pink rabbit that Jin had gotten for her.

All three of you were heading home to Korea after going on a short break away from work, you'd taken your daughter to Disney World and she'd loved every moment of it. So had Jin, spending most of his time on the rides while you took your daughter around to meet the characters. It had been one of the most amazing holidays, no one had noticed that Jin was there and if they did they'd not walked up to him and asked for images until now.

Now it was swarms of people demanding photos and videos from him, screaming that they'd been waiting all night long to see him. Jin was clearly getting more and more annoyed with it as time passed, all he wanted to do was get onto the plane with you and head home.

"Jin, it's okay." You whispered sensing how angry he was with the crowds of people. His face beginning to turn a bright red colour as your daughter began to tear up, clutching onto your shirt.

"Hey," You whimpered when someone barged into your shoulder, knocking you into your guard who instantly grabbed onto you tightly so you didn't fall. The pink rabbit slipped onto the floor and was snatched up by someone who then blended in with the rest of the crowd.

"Jin...They have her bunny." You whispered as you shh'd your daughter, rocking her a little as she screamed out for her favourite comfort doll. The bunny that hadn't left her side since the moment you'd brought her home from the hospital.

"Hey! Who did that?" Jin's voice felt as though it had travelled through the entire airport. The crowds of people were all silent as they stared at him, worried expressions on each of their faces as Jin turned to look at you and then around at them all. It was clear some of them were there for Jin calmly while others were the ones causing the huge mob and screams.

Anger was beginning to bubble up inside of Jin at the thought of someone being that close to you, close enough to harm you and his child. Now that they had stolen a stuffed toy away from a child. From his child.

"Jin...It's fine, we're okay." You whispered once again but he shook his head. Clearly, he had had enough of this. There was nothing you would be able to say or do to make him feel better but you tried anyway. Not wanting ARMY to be upset with Jin or yourself,

"Jin...I'm used to it-"

"You shouldn't be! You shouldn't have to be used to all of this!" You knew he wasn't meaning to yell at you, he was upset with everything. That you had to have a guard around you all of the time, that his kid couldn't go to a regular school because people would flood the gates.

"One of you just nearly put my child in danger! Not to mention stole something from a three-year old." He called out, his voice calmer now but still yelling so that those around him could hear what he was about to say to them all.

"I've asked so many times for space...Not just for Y/n's sake but for our daughters...What would have happened if she had fallen? Injured herself?" There wasn't even a murmur back to Jin as everyone avoided eye contact with him, choosing to stare down at the floor while Jin shook his head.

"Jin...Come on," You ushered trying to tug at his shirt toward the terminal but he wasn't done. They needed to understand that what they were doing was wrong, that they wouldn't be able to keep doing this every time he came out.

"I will gladly met and take photos with people if you are calm, don't crowd around my family..." Jin looked at you, reaching for your hand and pulling you close to him so everyone could see you together.

"Please give me and my family some space, Y/n needs space and so does our daughter, she's 3, she doesn't understand why any of you are yelling like this." A chorus of "Sorry's" flew out from the mobs of people and you smiled warmly at whoever would make eye contact with you first. Jin's body seemed to relax a little as he realised how sorry they truly were.

"I'll take some photos now but only if you stay like this, stay calm..." They all nodded and you kissed Jin's cheek. As you turned to leave him there a small girl came out from the crowd holding up the pink bunny. She couldn't have been any older than 8-years-old, her parents standing behind her anxiously as she looked up at you.

"The guy who stole it dropped it...He ran away," You bent down to the girl and smiled, thanking her and giving the stuffed animal back to your daughter.

"Thank you," You whispered to the little girl who smiled up at your daughter, waving her hand at her and giggling.

"Thank you." Your daughter mimicked you making you laugh softly, getting back up from the floor to take her somewhere more peaceful so she could get a small nap before the plane.

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vintage-tech · 2 years ago

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Okay, we’ve all bought books from the Scholastic Book Club while in school. Those who graduated before Tumblr was created remember when Scholastic also had monthly magazines such as Dynamite and Bananas. But little did I suspect that prior to the all-teens general-interest magazine Bananas, there was a teen girl magazine -- which was advertising-supported! -- called Co-ed, which addressed issues about decorating your bedroom and stalking guys and your dreaded period. [History: “co-ed” is short for co-educational, as in ‘they let girls in’.] Unlike the other Scholastic magazines which you bought in your English classes, Co-ed was available through your home economics class. The cover of this 1969 issue says this is Volume 14, so it must have been around since 1955. (The masthead page gives every detail about the cover photo except the models’ names, which was the only part I care about.) And now we’re going to take a little tour through it. Under the cut...

“The Drug Dream, Why It’s A Nightmare” is anti-drug, mostly for the harm it does to your health, but what they left out is that it leads to creating these kinds of clothes and bedrooms.

As said, there are ads in this magazine, unlike all the other Scholastic mags, mostly for feminine hygiene supplies, like this one here:

Y’know, I can picture why you shouldn’t sit in a bath while you’re on your period, but I’m uncertain about the logic regarding not washing your hair.

Tackle zit cream’s slogan runs opposite of that for Secret deodorant: “strong enough for a woman but made for a man”. Kind of like how Irish Spring soap marketed itself, as being a manly scent that women like too.

George Carlin would have referred to this as “an under-leg deodorant”, and I suspect the demise of the belted sanitary napkin also lead to the disappearance of Quest, which was made by the Kotex folks and I have an advertisement which came in pad boxes back in the 1940s. I did not know this was marketed for underboob sweat, also.

Okay, this one irks me. I hate the notion that you have to ‘trap’ a boy with food. But I also hate that the food in question is gawddamned Wonder Bread, which builds your body 12 ways and gives you that matching pasty complexion.

You’ll need that tube of Tackle if you made Quik and Pop-Tarts your mainstays. Take note that you see neither the Quik Bunny nor Milton the toaster on the packages.

Cover Girl made a medicated coverup foundation in three shades. Meanwhile 70% of the market is going “but I’m not Aryan Caucasian!” Guess everyone who ranged from Greek olive to Kenyan jet was shit outta luck.

THIS PRODUCT I WANT THOUGH.

They underscored “crash” because this is indeed a diet -- I’m presuming it’s wheat bran which expands in your stomach, since it works by you taking six of these tablets in a day and your appetite is dulled. Also, thick thighs save lives and all female bodies are fucking awesome so please take your hating on the curvy ladies elsewhere, Hollings-Smith.

How about we end this post with one of the articles? You know the one you were curious about, “guys get asked, what’s wrong with girls?” Well, the saying became popular decades later, but it boils down to “bitches be trippin’.” Pasting the two pages plus two columns later in the magazine together...

If you can click to expand this, great. Otherwise, here are the salient points:

First guy says this chick who wants him has B.O. with bad breath, is unkempt, and calls him more often than he likes. Can he tell her this? Nope, he doesn’t want to make her an enemy. Second guy says materialism and superficiality are turn-offs. (He’s not wrong.) Guy three says he is not fond of the possessive and the clingy. Guy four doesn’t like girls who are always chasing boys and are loud-mouths. Guy five doesn’t like the playing-hard-to-get and the snobby. Guys six and seven also aren’t fond of flirts, since they believe it’s something they’ll do with other guys despite being with you. (It happens!) The rest of the guys in the article echoed sentiments about not wanting to be with girls who do not care about their appearance and also girls who are phonies, with one pointing out that a lot of girls who think they can fool others are mistaken. Not one guy said he doesn’t like thick thighs in a skirt or the average quantity of acne one gets from their periods or drinking Nestle’s Quik, I’ll have you know.

#vintage #magazine #technology #1969 #teenagers

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acklesterritory · 4 years ago

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That Kind of Love Never Dies_Chapter 1

Hey guys, Now that more voted to split my fictions in 2 parts, I'm back with the first part. I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave me feedbacks. I'll always appreciate them. Love you all.

This is for writing event @tvdspngirl314

My quote is "That kind of love never dies"

Dean x Reader series (just 2 parts)

This chapter words: ~5k

Series warning:

Angst, fluf, smut, angry Dean, hurt Reader, hurt Dean, there's some more but I hate spoilers so I insist on "Angst & Hurt"

It all started with a stupid argument at home. What was it? Three months ago? Sam couldn't remember the exact date but after years, it was the first time this awkward coldness between Dean and Y/n had started to build. He could remember the first time he and his brother came across Y/n like it was yesterday, they were hunting a very nasty creature who used to kidnap young and lonely women at night, then got them wrapped in ropes and ties on a bed in a warehouse to rape, torture and feed on their blood until the victim either died or accepted to turn into one of his kind.

Sam could remember the helplessness in people's eyes too. The pain of the victims' families, the frustration and anger on cops' faces when no one could find the criminal yet, even after the sixth missing girl.

"Sammy, he just kidnapped another girl. And I think I know where he's gonna take her. Let's hunt this son of a bitch."

When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.

"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."

Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.

"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."

Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.

"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.

"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"

That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.

Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.

"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.

"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.

Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.

"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."

Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.

"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.

"She wants more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.

"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.

"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.

"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"

"Sam …"

"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"

Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.

"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"

"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.

"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.

"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"

"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.

"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."

"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare

"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"

Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.

They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.

"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!

"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.

"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.

"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.

"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.

"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!

"We used to date." Y/n said.

*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.

"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."

"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.

Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.

"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.

"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."

After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.

So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.

"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.

"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."

She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"

Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.

Y/n gave her a smile.

"Of course."

It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.

Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.

"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.

"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.

"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."

*What?*

No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"

She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.

He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.

"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."

Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.

"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.

"I don't want to answer that question."

*shit*

"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.

"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."

*well, fuck*

"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"

"WHAT?!"

*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.

"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.

"How you can even …"

"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"

Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.

"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"

"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"

Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.

"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"

"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.

"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.

"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."

"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."

Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.

"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"

Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.

"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.

*Oh, No!*

Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.

"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.

"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.

"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …

"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.

"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"

As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.

"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.

If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*

"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.

"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!

To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!

"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.

Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.

"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.

Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!

Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.

"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.

"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.

"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."

"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.

"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.

"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"

"But ..."

As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:

"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"

"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!

"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.

"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."

He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.

"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"

"Get the car, Sammy."

It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.

"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.

"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."

He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*

"You were always such a father material. You know?"

Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.

"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."

Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."

All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.

"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."

"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."

Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.

"It's me."

Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …

"To be continued …"

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POSE

rin gets a polaroid camera.

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut, consensual picture taking, unprotected sex, creampie, tit sucking, needy!reader, dom/sub-ish dynamics, fingering, oral (both f & m), edging, implied dumbification

(a/n): this is unedited im sry ahhhhhhhhhhhh but anyways i kept listening to pose by yo gotti n it just led to this

rin has always loved taking photos.

he loves to save treasured moments on camera, whether it was a miya twin fight or a candid of you feeding some ducks at a pond. moments like that were to be saved by him, kept in an album or his wallet. a wholesome sentiment.

he's ecstatic when he gets a polaroid camera, using up the first set of film at the very party he received the gift at. pictures of atsumu stuffing his face with cake, kita petting the family dog, you smiling up at him as you pile your plate up with food. every single one was kept, every single moment was immortalized.

click.

rin loves taking photos of you.

especially when you're looking at him with half lidded eyes, saliva dripping down your chin. you barely register the flash of the camera, only feeling the pain in your throat and the arousal that soaks your underwear. his fingers run through your hair as he stares down at you with adoration. your knees hurt, but it doesn't matter. not when you're looking up with him with teary eyes and your mouth full of cock.

"on the bed, bunny." he orders and you obey, legs spread apart to showcase the wet spot on your panties just how he likes it. your skirt is flipped up, nipples poking through your flimsy tee.

click.

he sets the camera aside, trailing kisses down your neck, hands making their way under your shirt to fondle your breasts. one hand rips off the soaked fabric, his thumb immediately finding your sensitive nub and rubbing lazy circles. he throws your shirt off somewhere in the room and latches his mouth onto your hardened bud. your hands thread through his hair, pushing his face further harder onto your chest.

you can't help but grind yourself onto him while he looks up to your face with admiration. your mind is clouded and he can tell by the way you're barely able to sit up.

when his mouth leaves you, you whine and fall back before you hear that familiar sound.

click.

your slick pussy on display for him under your black skirt, tits wet with his saliva. he has to take a picture.

"rin, i need you." you choke out, relishing the feeling of his fingers on you.

"just wait, bunny. need some pictures of you when i'm away." he pulls down your skirt, leaving you completely bare in contrast with his half clothed body. it's almost embarrassing, but he doesn't seem to mind. "pose for me."

you don't know how to pose like this, let alone how he wants to see you. so you bring your knees to your chest, covering up your breasts as you stare down your lap. it feels somewhat humiliating to be so exposed no matter how many times he's seen your body and you're especially shy in front of a camera.

"i said pose, baby." he growls, yanking your legs until he's above you with a perfect view of your tits, eyes closed, legs pressed together. his hand rests firmly on your stomach, preventing you from moving away.

click.

it's almost as if he could sense the self consciousness radiating off of you when he comforts you with wet kisses from your shoulder down to your belly. his lips travel lower and lower until he's sucking on your thigh, making sure to leave marks. your hands grip the sheets in anticipation when you feel his breath on your heat. he has full access to every part of your body, but you trust him. you just really need him to touch you now. "need you, really bad- ah!"

he doesn't let you finish, immediately latching his mouth onto your clit until you're squirming, pushing his head closer until his nose touches your navel. your thighs rest comfortably on his shoulders, but he doesn't let you close them, keeping your pretty pussy spread apart for his tongue to abuse. the wet muscle prods at your entrance and presses against a sweet spot, causing your empty hole to clench.

the familiar knot in your stomach begins to unravel, the familiar pleasure making your head dizzy.

click.

but rin doesn't let it happen yet.

he's more interested in the image of your head thrown back, your tits pushed outwards, and your glistening cunt. rin loves how ruined you look when you're about to cum despite the fact you've been denied the pleasure that you've been craving the whole time.

but you're tired of it.

so you do the work yourself, gaining enough confidence to walk forwards until his back hits the wall and pull his shirt until it's fully discarded. your hand wraps around his fat cock, your fist unable to fit all the way around, but you pump it anyways, rubbing his slit while you bite into his shoulder. "i- i told you to be patient, didn't i- oh-"

you're back on your knees, mouth sucking the angry red tip until his eyes squeeze shut. your hand pumps what you can't reach while your head bobs up and down his cock. he hits the back of your throat ever time, but you tolerate it for the sake of letting him nearly reach his release. he groans and you feel the familiar twitch as his hands card through your hair. that's when you grab the camera.

click.

what's the harm in having some pictures of your own?

his cheeks are flushed red, lips parted open, dark marks left on his broad shoulders. you leave the photo on the table. barely a second later, he's grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto the bed. it all happens fast.

he hovers above you with the camera in hand, arms resting on both sides of your head, sucking on your neck until it's bruised purple as he slides into your quivering hole. the sudden intrusion makes you tighten it and he hisses through his teeth at the familiar warmth surrounding him. "think you can just leave me like that? takin' a fuckin' picture, too?"

he doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a fast pace and driving his cock into you before you can process it. his hand rests on your throat, squeezing the sides until your eyes roll to the back of your head. your mind is foggy and the only thing you can really feel is his length filling you up until he's in your guts.

click.

you can't hear the camera anymore. you can't think clearly anymore either. "look at that." he mutters, admiring the ring of cream forming around him. your little hole is stretched out when he pounds into you, hitting the sweet spot that's deep inside of you every single time, wet sounds filling up the air of the room.

he's relentless.

and you let out a mix of blabbering, whining, and moaning that satisfies him even more. your back arches off the bed, legs wrapping around his waist, and he knows you're close.

click.

it might be blurry with how fast he pistons into you, but he's sure that he got the lewd image of his cock stuffing your pretty cunny full. it's sticky, creamy, and the most erotic photo he's ever taken.

and now he has the perfect angle. one that shows off your fucked out face and your sore pussy. your walls pulsate around him, his fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing furious circles until you clamp down. his hips still and his cock throbs before he fills you up with his cum, your tight cunny milking him for all he's worth.

your hands grip your breasts as you look up at him with glassy half lidded eyes. your cheeks are heated up and blotchy, drool sliding down your chin.

click.

it's a pretty sight, he thinks. he captured one of the most lewdest moments on camera and he's elated at the obscene sentiment. when he finally pulls out, a mix of slick and white cum leaks from your fucked out hole, filling him with a sinful sense of pride. your bare chest falls and rises with every breath. he can tell that you can barely register the sticky mess spilling from your pretty pussy, but before he cleans it up, there's one more thing he might as well do.

click.

he sets the developing photo down before grabbing a wet rag and wiping up the mess between your thighs. "you're so pretty, bunny."

his breath tickles your ear and you let out a weak giggle, "thanks, rinnie. i'll pose better next time, i promise."

"no need, you were perfect."

you smile and pull him down until he's laying with you in the bed, blanket covering your bare bodies before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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