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sleekervae · 2 years

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When in Rome... [Remington Leith x Reader] Part I

Hello humans! I got this idea from the lovely @imabee-oralizard so big shout out to them! Boy, oh boy, did I whip this up fast! And to stick with the pattern, I probably won't have another update posted for another month 😅. Jkjk.

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Summary: Having been bestowed a knighthood in Rome, Emerson invites y/n to join him and Remington on their Italian trip. In a classic case of "I have to keep my crush a secret because they may not feel the same way", Remington has to keep his super-massive-black-hole crush a secret from y/n. However, things get turned on the wayside when they run into their good friends from Maneskin...

Warnings: some cursing, some intoxication, mostly fluff

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The waters were almost crystalline, shimmering in the beating sun like diamonds, cool and inviting. A young woman lay on the sunny deck of a private yacht -- the very first she ever had the pleasure of being aboard -- and tanning blissfully off the Italian coast of Capri.

She was just on the brink of falling asleep, it would've been a fitting closure to the sumptuous lunch she'd enjoyed earlier. However, her ears perked when she heard the boisterous chanting from the other side of the boat.

"Three! Two! One!" a short silence followed, then a loud splash. Y/n sat up from her cat nap, peering over the rail of the boat to find Remington bobbing in the water. His giddy smile glinted in the reflection of the light, and he was satisfied as he turned up and did a quick backstroke in the ocean. Y/n smiled to herself as she shifted over to sit against the railing, waving idly as he swam over.

"Need a line, sailor?" she shouted down.

Remington shook his head, "No, but how about you jump in? Water's fine!"

Y/n pouted, "But I was trying to have a nap!"

"A nap!?"

"Pardon me for having jet lag!"

Emerson called out to her from the railing, "C'mon, Y/n! You can sleep when you're dead!" and he jumped in after his brother. He emerged a moment later, hissing and cursing to himself, "Fuck! I landed on my hams!"

The others laughed at the absurdity, and Y/n simply shook her head as she peeled herself off of the deck. Remington clung to the ladder, anxiously watching as she got up onto the railing -- with their friend Ben's help, of course.

"Y/n!" he called up.

"What is it, Remi!?"

"Why are you gonna' dive in with your sunglasses on?" he asked, a shit-eating grin plastered to his face.

"It's not advisable!" Emerson added as he swam over, shoving Remington aside so he could climb back aboard, "Move, bitch,"

"Says the bitch who landed on his hams,"

Y/n grumbled to herself as she realized she still had her sunglasses on. She handed them off to Ben, then taking a deep breath, she leapt off the boat and disappeared under the water in a big splash. When she emerged, y/n shook out her hair and cleaned the water from her eyes, however she was dismayed to find Remington had suddenly disappeared from the ladder. A moment of panic hit her, she had been friends with Remington long enough to know that he was up to no good.

"Oh shit," She swam as quickly as she could to the boat, but she wasn't fast enough. She shrieked out as cold hands grabbed her and suddenly lifted her up from the water.

"No! Fuck you!" y/n cried out and tried to grab from the ladder. Remington however laughed like a little school boy, though she always found it hard to be cross with him. Annoyed? Sure. Pissed off? Hardly ever.

"You see? You're awake now!" he chided. Remington had been hiding just beneath the water's surface, his foot locked on the bottom rung of the ladder to ensure neither of them would drown when he'd grab her.

Y/n relaxed as he eased her back into the water, still she clung to the ladder rungs as she playfully scowled, "One of these days, you're gonna kill me, Remi,"

"And why the hell would I wanna' do something so stupid?" he leaned in closer, close enough to count the freckles that dotted her cheeks, "I'd miss you too much, y/n,"

Y/n smirked, gently punching his bicep, "Mmhm, sure," with that she let go of the ladder, pushing off from the boat and taking a quick swim. Remington stayed put, eclipsed by how gracefully she moved, how pretty her hair was as it shone under the sun. Everything always seemed so much brighter whenever y/n was around, even when he was trying to annoy her.

It was as though every time he stared into her eyes, he could clearly remember the first time they'd met. Eight years ago, back when he was literally a starving artist and she was a temporary guitarist filling in whilst Palaye was trying to put their band together. Eight years later and Remington and Y/n were still as close as ever, and they'd watched each other grow and flourish into the fantastic artists they'd become. No matter how much drama they endured, the fights she'd watched the brothers have, the breakdowns he would coax her through when she was feeling inadequate in her music career. Through thick and thin, they always had each other -- it was hard for Remington to imagine what his life would be like without her.

And maybe that was why he woke up not long ago and came to a realization that he wanted y/n on an entirely different level. And it wasn't just thinking about her on a physical basis, it came down to how good he felt emotionally being around her.

Y/n was swimming back just as he shook himself out of his daydream. He saw her up the ladder and back on deck safely, subconsciously peeking out of the corner of his eye as she towelled herself off. When he turned however, he met Emerson's accusatory stare. The youngest brother simpered to himself.

"You're such a suck," he told him.

Remington rolled his eyes, snatching up his own towel to dry off, "Shut up," and he wandered to the other side of the boat. Emerson, being the little ever direct and menacing little brother that he was, followed.

"You know, I don't get you. You've been drooling over y/n for months, I don't get why you don't just ask her out already," he said.

Remington simply shrugged, "I'm just not ready yet," he replied.

"You're not ready or you're not brave enough?" Emerson asked.

Remington huffed, "I'll plead the fifth,"

Emerson stared unimpressed at his brother, "You're not gonna' give me the whole 'I don't wanna ruin our friendship' business, are you?"

"Can't I?"

"No, that's bullshit,"

Remington whipped off his towel, then began to spin it around into a tight cylinder, "But perfectly acceptable,"

Emerson snickered, "Crazy idea! How about you ask her to the Fever Dream premiere?" he suggested.

"Sure," Remington scoffed.

"I mean it," Emerson insisted, "You want an icebreaker? Start with the premiere!"

I will... think about it," Remington decided, hoping that would be enough to get his brother off of his back.

"Well, think fast," Emerson chided, "'Cause if you don't ask her out, I just might do it for you,"

Remington smirked, "Try it and you die!" he took the twisted towel and whipped it at him. Emerson shrieked and ran to the other side of the boat, cowering behind another one of their friends. Y/n's attention turned to Emerson's girlish screams, and her eyes diverted right to Remington and his towel.

Remington simply smiled and waved at her.

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The afternoon dissolved into a gorgeous evening, the sunset painting the sky in rich oranges and delving into deep indigo. The streets were bustling with people, the smells of fresh pasta and baked pizza intoxicating and smaller children ran by balancing gelato in their hands.

Hoots and hollers from more drunk patrons echoed into the night, and despite the late hour buildings were still lit up in dazzling, twinkling lights that guided the group back to their hotel.

The had been brazen to stay out so late despite their jam-packed day. They'd enjoyed a beautiful seafood dinner at a local coastal restaurant, and despite how often Remington would go on and on about his veganism, y/n found it so curious to watch him practically devour his poached fish and pasta.

"You are the strangest vegan I've ever met," y/n sighed as they strolled down the boulevard.

Remington chuckled bashfully, his arm slung around y/n's shoulders to keep her close, "You remember the first time I tried to be vegan in Europe, right?"

"The waiters in Spain practically laughed us out of the restaurant," y/n shook her head fondly at the memory.

"Well, a lot can change in six years! Next time we go back, they'll have vegan tapas!" Remington declared.

"One can only hope," y/n grinned up at him, her arms suddenly coming up to wrap around his neck, "Thank you for inviting me, Remington,"

"You kidding? It wouldn't be any fun without you, y/n," he chuckled a little as she stumbled her and there -- on account of the few Aperols she had with dinner, "You okay to walk?"

"I'm good," she reassured.

As they trailed behind their friends, an older woman passed them by. She was a flower peddler, two bundles of rich red roses tucked in her arm as she offered them out to the tourists of Capri. She spotted Remington and Y/n immediately, smiling kindly as she approached them with a single rose.

"Scusi signore," she greeted in a low, gruff tone, "A rosa for your sweetheart?"

The pair glanced at each other momentarily, and Y/n couldn't help but blush at the sudden notion, "Oh -- no. We're not --"

"Sure," Remington suddenly piped up, reaching for his wallet and giving the old woman some money. She beamed gratefully and handed the rose to Y/n, then wished them well before moving on to the next couple.

Y/n watched her walk away, intrigued as she swiftly turned to Remington, "What did I do to deserve a rose?" she smiled bashfully.

Remington shrugged, his mind reeling to come up with a valid excuse for his impulsive purchase, "I mean -- I appreciate you. And unlike with Emerson, I don't have to drive you around to places to prove how much I love you,"

"No, you just whisk me away on an impromptu Italian vacation," she giggled brushing the flower over Remington's nose. They both started to laugh like children and Remington took the stem between his teeth.

Y/n gasped, "Oh my God! You could be the next Bachelor!"

Remington chuckled still with the flower in his mouth, took it out and offered it back to her, "Y/n, will you accept this rose?"

Y/n giggled but shook her head, "Nah,"

Remington's jaw dropped.

"What? Not used to rejection, Mr. Leith?" Y/n teased.

Remington chuckled, "Oh, I'm very used to getting rejected," he said.

"By who?" she asked, "Who the fuck would actually reject you?" she elbowed him in the ribs.

"Well --"

"No, seriously," she drunkenly rambled, "You're like -- the sweetest person I've ever met. And you're just so kind and cute and you're so innocent,"

"Innocent?" Remington raised an eyebrow at her.

"Okay -- not actually innocent in all rhetorics," Y/n giggled, "But yeah, you just have an innocent vibe about you,"

"Shit," he laughed, "Fanfic writers are gonna' rave about that,"

They made it back to their hotel in one piece, with Remington holding Y/n up most of the way. He sobered himself up mentally so he could take care of her. She kept tripping over her own shoelaces as they made it into the lobby, so Remington decided to pick her up and give her a piggy back ride. Y/n didn't complain, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and enjoyed the ride, giggling a little when Remington would trip now and again.

"Remi!" she yelped, holding onto him tightly when he purposefully bounced her, "Don' do that," she whimpered, to which Remington simply laughed. He even held her on his back during the elevator ride and carried her to her room.

He carried Y/n to the bed, turning to let her off but she ended up pulling Remington down on top of her, both of them let out an 'oof'. Y/n then started to laugh.

"Sorry," she giggled.

"You okay?" he grinned.

"Yeah. You're kinda' heavy," she admitted and Remington moved off of her and stood, "No, wait! Come back!" she whined. She moved to sit up on her knees and grabbed his hand.

Remington couldn't help but laugh as she pulled him back down next to her.

"You're a clingy little drunk, you know," he said.

"I know," she sighed heavily, "But isn't that another reason why you love me?"

"Of course," he replied, brushing some more hair away from her face. She started laughing again, this time a snort made its way in, "What's so funny?"

"You," she giggled.

"Me?"

"Yeah. I really like your hair, you know,"

Remington raised his eyebrows, subconsciously running his hand through his lengthened black hair, "Oh, do I?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "Everything about you is just nice. And you're really pretty, too,"

He chuckled, "Y/n, you're baked"

"Oh, so what?" she moved to lie down on her stomach, pillowing her head in her arms, "It's the truth. I'll be sober tomorrow, but you'll still be beautiful to me,"

He couldn't help but smile, appreciating that she wasn't all in her right mind but it felt good to hear her say that. Even if she did steal the quote from 'The Dreamers', there was something sort of romantic about being complimented with a line like that.

"You just ripped off 'The Dreamers'," he said.

"Don't you judge me," Y/n snuggled up to the taller boy, her arms coming around to hug him.

Remington held her, taking in her staling but heavenly smell of grapefruit. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, slowly warming her up. He saw the goosebumps ripple out over her skin, the hand with her zodiac sign tattoo brushing over the collar of his shirt.

"I think I'm in love with you," he said suddenly, unable to stop himself before it slipped out. Luckily, y/n was falling in and out of consciousness, sleep moving in on her.

"Hmm?" she hummed, blinking her dark brown eyes open.

"I think I'll head back to my room," Remington said, gently moving to escape her grasp despite how badly he wanted to stay.

"You can stay if you want," she told him, trying to force her eyes to stay open, "I really don't mind,"

"It's okay, y/n. Besides, you snore," he grinned. Y/n glowered at him before settling back into the sheets.

"Cocky bitch," she murmured.

Before leaving he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, her light snores already leaving her. He had his eyes trained on her as he came to the door, taking one last lingering glance. She was peacefully asleep, sure to fall victim to one hell of a nasty hangover in the morning. He surely couldn't escape the same fate. He wanted to crawl back into that bed and hold her, to feel her arms wrap around him again and make him forget all his troubles. They'd done it time and time again but somehow, something here was different. He felt different, and it wasn't just the alcohol clouding his judgement.

For a split second he could hear Emerson's voice in his head, trying to force out Sebastian, Chris, and so many other people had insinuated time and time again. The harrowing thoughts he had about her seemed to grow and grow, everyday his want reared his ugly head and reminded him how close he was to having her, and yet how far she was because of his own fear of rejection. Yes, he was afraid of her rejection, but he was also afraid of what could happen if she said yes...

[To be continued]

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mysadblacksoul · 2 years

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Happy Pride 2022 Everybody!

❤🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤

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blackhxartink · 1 year

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Sebastian Danzig for Sid Magazine🥰

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vviccearcheron · 15 days

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IN MY HEAD THE BATBOYS ARE IN A BAND...

Feyre, Mor, Elaine, & Nesta are having a girls night bar hopping in Velaris. Amren was too busy tangled up with Varian. Nesta's just sipping water. She really only came for the music. Mor and Feyre are trying to convince Ellaine to try a beer. She scrunches up her nose and says it smells like old boots. She instead flags down a waiter and asks for a scotch extra neat. Feyre and Mor go stiff and give each other a side glance. Nesta gasps, "Ellaine!" Ellaine says shyly, "What?! Daddy use to keep it in the study." The waiter returns and sets her drink in front of her with a nod of approval at her choice. She brings the glass to her lips and takes a long deep inhale of the liquor. "It smells like him." she says, without taking a sip. Nesta tries to hide the relief on her face as she glances toward the stage. She sees Cassian there, smiling back at her from ear to ear, positioning himself behind the drum set.

"What the hell is he doing?!" Nesta exclaims to the others at the table.

They all turn to see Rhys and Az walking on stage holding electric guitars. Rhysand gives his guitar a wail and leans in to the microphone. "May we have your attention please." The crowd goes silent as they realize the King of the Nightcourt, his Commanding General, and the Shadowsinger are now before them. Mor yells, "Woooo! Fuck 'em up Your Highness!"

Rhysand gives a devilish grin. "My brother has something he'd like to say." He backs away to the right, giving Azriel center stage as he adjusts his guitar strap.

Azriel looks out on the crowd with menace in his gaze. Anyone who was previously standing, has now found themselves a seat.

From the back Cassian yells out, "NESTA I LOVE YOU BABY!" then begins stomping his foot down on the bass drum. He raises his drumstick and strikes them together in time with the bass. And then..... Azriel inhales.

#acotar #batboys #azriel shadowsinger #nessian #rhysand #boy bands #punching bag #in my head #Spotify

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fbfh · 2 years

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lesson learned (maybe) - billy hargrove x reader x steve harrington smut

word count: 4.1k

genre: SMUT FILTH LEMONIEST LEMON

pairing: billy and steve x reader (afab/fem terminology/she her but minimal pronoun usage)

summary: When you inadvertantly cop an attitude, Billy and Steve decide to fuck a little respect into you.

warnings: dom billy, softer dom steve, manhandling, multiple daddys, reader is called a brat, spanking, billy's rings, strenth kink (if that exists), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, dumbification, some babying/infantalization, sexy condescending, petnames (princess, angel, honey bunny, pooh bear, good girl, love bug, doll face, sugar lips, toots, ), steve's chest hair <3, billy's necklace <3, "don't look at him, look at me, face grabbing, prolonged eye contact, hair/top of head petting (in a condesending way not a long silky tresses way), sexy punishments, mentions of orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation, hearing smwn get undressed behind you, mostly clothed sex, head down ass up position, praise, reader has fuck me eyes, coochie spreading, hair pulling, mouth fucking/m recieving oral, cervix kissing, spitroasting, double penetration, face fucking, breeding (it's billy ofc there's breeding), attention kink????, clit play/rubbing, checking on your partner during intense sex, surprise (but still fully consetual) anal, some feral billy, cum as lube, emotional intimacy, steve has sensitive hair, choking/neck grabbing for a hot second, nipple/boob play, groping, neck kisses and hickeys, a lot of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, sleeping sammiched between two hot buff men (the dream), implications of future bratty reader

music rec: masochist - palaye royale (I didn't have a specific song I was listening to while writing this it was just a lot of underground krnb and the same two pop punk groups but I feel like this fits pretty well)

a/n: holy fucking shit this got off the rails so fast I think it might actualy be worse than daddy sorry

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ALSO HAPPY STRANGER THINGS 4 V1!!!!!!! I hope this doesn't wreck all of us like I know it will lmao

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee @justbookworm

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+!!!!! Also everything that happens in this fic is totally consentual and bc it's fiction it doesn't follow all the real life rules and ettiquete so make sure irl you're communicating with your partners and taking care of each other <3

You think you’ve come to know Billy and Steve pretty well in the time you’ve spent together, and right now, just by the look on his face, you can tell things with Billy are about to get really intense.

“Did you just give me attitude?”

“What?” you ask, meeting his intense gaze, heart beating faster at his words. Billy’s voice is dangerous, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “No, I-” “Cause that sounded like attitude.” He concludes, voice almost too calm, too quiet. He’s watching you, waiting for your next move. You take too long, you suppose, because before you know it, Billy’s throwing you over his shoulder and storming straight to the bedroom.

��Billy!” you protest, fighting a flustered giggle.

“You wanna act like a brat?” he asks rhetorically, starting to set you down, eyes burning into yours, “I’ll show you what happens to brats who give their daddies attitude.” After that moment of intense, lingering eye contact, he sits on the edge of the bed, and bends you over his lap.

“Billy-” your protest wilts in your throat as he lands a smack to your ass, sending burning heat straight to your core. It’s a warning to behave, and one that you listen to.

“You wanna try that again?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. Your silence is deafening. You stop squirming against him, and he accepts that as you submitting to him, finally listening to your daddy like a good girl should.

“Good,” he states, seeming more calm than before now that you’re listening to him. “Now count.” He orders, that stern, dominant edge right back in his voice. You feel him flip up your skirt and pull down your panties, laying another harsh smack to your ass. The feeling of his big hands and cold rings against your bare, warm flesh sends heat and sticky arousal pooling against your exposed slit. You whimper, embarrassed at how fast he has you wrapped around his finger. His other hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly in place. He’s so jacked it’s not like he can’t manhandle you when he wants to.

“I said,” he repeats, hand still on your ass, fingers beginning to rub at your dripping, puffy cunt, “count.”

“C’mon, don’t be so mean, Billy,” you look up - as much as you’re able to in your current position - at Steve, who’s just entered the room. Relief washes over you. Steve’s presence has always been able to soften some of Billy’s rougher edges, and you can always count on him to play the good cop. Before you can let out your sigh of relief, Steve crouches down to your level, looking at you with that sweet, saccharine look of his.

“Dumb little baby can’t even count, can you, princess?”

His voice is cloying and condescending as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them with one hand, and makes you shake your head no.

“That’s what I thought.” he states, patting your cheek, and standing up to address Billy. “See? Not fair.”

You stare at the carpet where he stands for a moment, before he walks back toward the bed. If Steve isn’t going easy on you, you’re going to be in for a really, really long night. This thought, paired with his words and condescending tone has you dripping all over Billy’s fingers, something you’re sure he won’t let you live down.

You assume Steve had some kind of exchange with Billy, because a moment later, Billy picks you up, and sets you down, kneeling on the foot of the bed. Steve is reclining in front of you, splayed out and bulging in his pants. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and you can see his chest hair poking through on the exposed skin not covered by his tank top. He curls his fingers, motioning for you to crawl towards him, and you do without a thought. “Princess,” he starts, “what you did was real disrespectful, real naughty,” he amends, dumbing down his choice of words. “Do you understand?” he asks, waiting for your response. You nod.

“Apologize to Billy.” he says, nodding over in his direction. You turn back to Billy, also rock hard in his pants. His button up is almost entirely open, and aside from the necklace resting on his collar bones, his chest is bare. You look up at him, his eyes smoldering into yours, and turn away. You can feel him watching you, expectant, and you look back up at him.

“Sorry Billy,” you say quietly.

He sighs, looking away for a second, then right back at you with that same intense eye contact. “...Sorry for what.”

It should be a question, but it’s a statement, an order. You blanch, mind going blank. You turn back to Steve, but before you can, Billy grabs your face, making you look back at him.

“Don’t look at him.” he warns, keeping your attention where he wants it, “What are you sorry for?”

“Billy…” Steve sighs, unsaid words hanging in the air. Don’t be so hard on you, you’re too dumb to understand what’s going on. They share a glare, and you only see Billy’s half of the silent conversation. Finally, he looks back down at you. He seems slightly softer than before, but still just as intense. He crouches down to your eye level, voice low and deliberate.

“I’m going to ask one more time, sugar lips. What are you sorry for?”

You blink, brain short circuiting as you try desperately to scramble for an answer. God, you swear it’s on the tip of your tongue. A few moments pass with you giving him an adorable blank look, struggling for an answer. He looks like he’s about to give up when you manage to choke something out.

“Being disrespectful?” you ask, watching his reaction closely. He smirks, holding back a chuckle.

“For being disrespectful.” Billy repeats, seeming satisfied with your answer. He leans down, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, then nodding his head for you to go back to Steve. You turn to him, and he pats the bed. You start to crawl over, and as you turn around, Billy places another affectionate smack on your still exposed ass. You can feel yourself dripping, and he smirks at the sticky arousal left on his hand.

Once you get closer to Steve, he has you lay between his legs. Your face is dangerously close to his bulge as he begins to pet your hair.

“Wow, disrespectful,” he says, voice both loving and cloyingly patronizing, “that’s a big girl word, isn’t it?” you nod, and he smiles, agreeing, “Yeah. Can you spell disrespectful?” he asks slowly.

“Uh…” you start, thoughts foggy from all the attention and coddling they’ve been giving you. Before you can try, Steve continues.

“I didn’t think so.” he states, “That’s okay, though, good girls don’t need to be good at spelling, not when they listen to their daddies.”

His voice instantly makes you feel more relaxed, and he continues to pat your head absentmindedly. He has another silent conversation with Billy, but this time, you only see Steve’s side. He rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you.

“That was a good sorry you said to Billy, good job, angel.”

He smiles, and you start to relax. You’re just starting to think you got away with avoiding one of Billy’s insane punishments - usually involving a lot of orgasm denial, edging, and overstimulation, and will go on for hours until you can’t even remember your own name. Right then, Steve’s hand moves from your hair to your face, guiding you to look up at him. You hear the unmistakable noise of Billy undoing his belt behind you, and beginning to take off his pants.

“Unfortunately, you did misbehave, so we’re still going to have to punish you.”

Your pupils dilate and you feel the weight of the bed shift behind you as Billy moves closer. He grabs your hips, hoisting them up and back to him so you’re bent over ass up, groping your squishy flesh with his big strong hands, as Steve simultaneously thrusts his hips up to slide down his jeans and boxers enough to pull out his cock. It hangs in front of you, red and dripping precum, and your mouth waters at the sight. Steve grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, and holding his throbbing cock in the other.

“Open up, honey bunny…” he tantalizes, letting out a long sigh as you sink your soft, warm, beautiful mouth over his cock. He lets out a low moan.

“Oh, there’s a good girl, good girl, pooh bear…” His cock is massive, already pulsing and dripping delicious precum down your throat. The familiar feeling, taste, weight of his cock in your mouth drags you even deeper into the hazy warmth of their embrace. Right as you’re starting to get comfortable groping and sucking of Steve’s cock, right when his hands have found their place in your hair and his head is tilted back, eyes angled down to watch you suck him off with that loving smile at the corners of his mouth, right when you bat your pretty little doe eyes that just scream fuck me daddy up at him, Billy plunges two of his long, thick fingers deep inside your dripping, burning heat, spreading you open.

You let out a choked moan at the sensation of Billy’s fingers keeping your dripping heat on full display, causing Steve’s cock to twitch inside you. He tugs on your hair to keep you focused. You look back up at Steve, trying to keep your attention on working your mouth around his cock, hungry for more praise from his pretty lips. Behind you, Billy curls his fingers against your sensitive walls, waking you up from the inside. He lets out a long, low whistle, admiring you all spread out for him.

“Fucking dripping…” he muses, and you can practically see the smirk on his face from his tone alone.

“‘Course she is,” Steve interjects, agreeing, “look at her.” He watches you suckle his cock, eyes half lidded, drool and precum pooling at the corners of your mouth. Billy continues, voice low as he works his fingers deeper inside you, rubbing at your bumpy walls

“Tell daddy how much you love his fingers, princess…”

You try, gurgling around Steve’s cock, and he lets out a sharp moan, gripping your hair even harder. Billy chuckles, and Steve glares at him in a warning. Billy continues, chuckling as he stretches you out in preparation for you to take his massive cock. His fingers reach so deep inside you, touching places you never could have imagined before knowing him. He scissors your spongy walls with his thick fingers, his hands so strong that even your tightness provides little resistance against him. Steve sighs, still gripping your hair as he slowly starts to buck his hips in and out of your mouth, helping you along as you bob your head.

“Just like that,” Steve moans, gazing down at you, “good girl, pooh bear…”

“God your tight little cunt dripping for me, dollface,” Billy states, yet again landing a smack on your ass. He chuckles as you flutter around him.

“You like when Stevie praises you like that?” Billy asks, scissoring your walls, once again deeply stretching you in preparation for your cock. You gurgle around Steve, who bucks his hips at the sensation.

“Oh, you just love this, don’t you princess?” Steve asks rhetorically, as Billy suddenly, finally plunges his cock into your dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as Billy works his thick, pulsing cock closer and closer to your cervix. He lets out a growling moan, panting and adjusting to how tight you are, how perfectly you squeeze and rub his cock.

“Look at you, all pretty and full of cock,” Steve coos. You barely process what he said, that deep satisfaction of really being full still settling over you. Billy has one hand pressing down on your back, the other grabbing your hip and holding it close to him as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, while Steve holds your head nice and steady, doing the same thing from the front.

“You like that, sugar lips? Like it when daddy wrecks you with his cock?” Billy growls behind you, hand pressing against your stomach. The extra pressure and friction, paired with the feeling of the bulge he’s making in your tummy has you squeezing around him.

“Good job, princess… keep going, just like that…” Steve moans, voice breathy.

“Fuckin’ made for taking our cocks.” Billy agrees.

“Such a good girl for your daddies, angel.”

“Pretty thing like you just loves being bent over and bred, don’t you, dollface?”

All the attention, their continued torrent of filthy thoughts, and their cocks continuing to pound into you mercilessly from both ends has you squeezing and drooling around them. The erratic rhythm of their thrusts, sometimes in sync sometimes not, brings you drastically closer than before. Billy’s hand moves from his bulge pounding in and out of your tummy further down, and his fingers, still damp with your earlier arousal, begin playing with your clit.

The added stimulation has you gurgling around Steve’s cock, yet again. Billy feels you tighten up around him, and he knows you’re close. He gives Steve a look, then bends over you, leaning closer to your ear. You can feel the cool metal of his necklace graze your back with every thrust.

“You gonna cum for daddy, sugar?” Billy asks, and you can tell by the pace of his thrusts, the growl in his voice, the way he almost laughs at the end that all this is really riling him up.

“Oh, is baby gonna make a big mess all over Billy’s cock?” Steve coos, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth.

Before you can even moan, you’re cumming hard. You clamp down around Billy’s cock, holding him in place while his hand carries you through your high, the other groping your hip. Your legs shake, and you moan, gurgling around Steve’s cock. They shower you in more praise and filthy sentiments, but it falls on deaf ears as you’re so blinded by your euphoria you lose your senses for a minute. Once you start to come back down to earth, you feel Steve scratch your head, and you glance up at him, eyes glassy.

“Still with us, love bug?” he asks. You nod, and you continue sucking on his cock, causing him to let out a hiss of air. “Good,” he concludes, proud of how well you’re trained, how fast you can bounce back, “cause we still have a lot to do tonight, don’t we, Billy?”

He agrees, and he’s soon back to the brutal pace he’d set before, this time amplified by the sensitivity from your orgasm. A little voice in the back of your mind is starting to wonder where the whole punishment part will come in. As intense and amazing as this is, you know it’s not what Steve, much less Billy, would qualify as a punishment.

As all that is brewing in the back of your mind, you can feel Billy’s cool rings on your skin as he gathers up some of your sticky cum dripping out of your hole. Your eyes widen as he spreads your cheeks, and begins to rub it further up. Heat rushes to your face as he edges you, cock continuing to plunge in and out of you lower down. Behind you, you hear his voice, breathy and gravely and more turned on than you’ve ever heard it.

“Gotta make sure you’re all stretched out everywhere, sugar lips,” he moans, rubbing against your puckered hole. He teases you, edging the sensitive flesh before popping his finger in, and lets out an unhinged laugh.

“F-fuck, Harrington. You were right, she’s even tighter now…” Billy says with a moan.

“What did I tell you? If we- shit,” Steve cuts himself off as you mouth him more intensely in response to Billy fingering your ass while he fucks you. You moan around Steve, and Billy growls behind you. He picks up his pace, rubbing against your walls, fingering your honey even deeper into your previously untouched hole. He can feel his finger rubbing against his cock through the squishy wall barely separating them. You’re whining at his touch, rutting your hips back against his cock, as Steve thrusts steadily into your mouth.

“Aww, does our slutty little baby like being stuffed full in every hole?” he purrs. Before you can consider trying to answer, he thrusts into your mouth, harder and faster than before. Billy works another finger into your previously untouched hole, both tightening around him at the entrance. His free hand slaps your ass, then returns to press into your back to stop you from squirming so much.

“You like that, sugar lips?” Billy pants, smirking behind you. In front of you, Steve’s thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls at your hair.

“F-fuck, shit!” Steve hisses, pulling you closer to his hips as he finally spills his load down your throat. He tastes divine, and you work your tired jaw, swallowing as much of him as you can. He lets out a loud moan, throwing his head back and bucking into your soft mouth. His thick seed spills out of the corners of your mouth, and once he catches his breath, he finally pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. He gazes at you with that loving look, a smirk at the corners of his lips.

“You really are something special, you know that?”

A strand of your spit mixed with his cum connects your lips to the head of his cock for a moment as you look up at him, tongue lolled out and panting. You’re truly a sight to behold. Caressing the side of your face, he swipes off some of the cum from the corner of our mouth, holding up his hand and letting it drip for Billy to see. He humps into you harder, working his fingers deep into your ass, and lets out a groan at the sight of Steve’s cum and your spit dripping from his finger.

“Shit! Playing dirty, Harrington…” he moans with a laugh. Billy pulls out of you suddenly, moving to the side and pulling your face towards his cock. You open automatically, and he smiles at how well trained you are. You take his throbbing length into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. After just a few pumps, he’s grabbing your face, pulling you closer to his hips as he blows his load down your throat. You swallow up his thick, creamy seed while his eyes burn into yours, watching every move you make. He pants, gaze unwavering.

“...Such a good girl for me,” he says slowly, smirking down at you. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, his hands caressing your face, while Steve’s find their way to your hair again. Reluctantly, Billy pulls away, finally standing up and stretching. His muscles glisten, a thin sheen of sweat over his tan skin. Once again, he hoists you up effortlessly, and you let out a very cute noise of surprise.

“Up you go, doll face,” he says, wrapping your legs up high on his torso. Steve groans behind you, presumably stretching too, then you feel him press up against your back, pushing you closer to Billy and folding you in half. One of Billy’s hands rests on your ass, holding you up, and Steve’s arm snakes around to your chest, fondling your tits.

“Alright,” Steve says, “now that she’s all stretched out…” You feel the heads of their cocks kiss your entrances. Billy smirks, his gaze smoldering and voice low.

“It’s time for your punishment, sugar lips.”

They both push their huge cocks into your tight holes.

You’re overwhelmed by the sensation, already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, that the feeling of both their cocks fucking into you at once like this has your head spinning in the best way possible. Before you can dwell on that for too long, Steve begins nibbling on your ear and sucking a hickey into your neck, causing you to moan.

“G-god,” you breathe, both your walls already tightening around them, as you try not to cum already. If you came undone this fast they would never let you hear the end of it.

“Right here, toots,” Billy says, hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. His eyes burn into yours, and he smirks at the fucked out look on your face. Your stomach is pressed up against Billy’s abs, and you can feel the bulge of his cock, amplified by Steve’s cock fighting for space inside you. They press and rub against each other, throbbing against your warm, grippy walls. They soon settle into a rhythm that has you whining and squirming fruitlessly against their muscular bodies.

“Good girl, good girl, baby,” Steve murmurs, as Billy continues to hold your eye contact. Desperate for something to hold onto, you reach back, pulling on Steve’s hair.

“Oh f-fuck!” Steve moans, hips spasming and bucking into your ass. You whine at the motion and Billy laughs at his reaction. Steve moves his mouth dangerously close to your ear and his hand moves to your neck.

“Play fair if you want to cum, angel,” he warns, almost laughing at how good that felt. He makes a mental note to have you do it again more, later, as they both continue to pound into you and feel you up. You’re surprised you’ve lasted this long, but you know it’s over when Steve starts playing with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them in that way that he knows makes heat pool between your legs. You gasp, and Billy takes the opportunity to place two of his fingers in your mouth. You hear Steve chuckle against your skin.

“Look at you with Billy’s fingers in your mouth, so pretty,” Steve coos in your ear, sending chills down your spine. It’s enough to send you over the edge again, and you moan out a muffled whine, squeezing and clamping around them, your legs shaking in their place around Billy’s waist.

You’re not sure how long it goes on for, and by the time that they shoot their last load of hot, sticky cum up both your holes, you’ve lost count of how many orgasms they’ve drawn out of you.

“Shit!” Steve hisses, continuing to fuck his cum deeper inside your ass, stretching you out and pumping you full “Oh god!” His moans are loud in spite of the fact that they’re partially muffled by his face in your neck. Finally, Billy follows suit, blowing his load inside your dripping pussy for the last time tonight. His eyes burn into yours as he moans out a laugh, hips bucking sporadically.

“F-fuck- just love being bred and stuffed in every hole, don’t you doll face?” his breath is warm against your face as he continues his torrent of filthy thoughts, riding out his high, “Huh?” He coaxes, “Want me and Harrington to fuck a baby into you? Knock you up real good…”

Eventually, somehow they run out of stamina, the thrusting of their cocks slowing down and finally coming to a stop, where they pull out of you with more gratuitously wet noises than you’ve ever heard. You rest your head on Billy’s chest, totally spaced out, only able to briefly muse that they were successful in fucking you until you can’t think straight.

When you’re all cleaned up, they curl up in bed on either side of you, Steve pulling you close to his bare chest, Billy’s grip on your waist rock strong. He guides you to look over at him, to which you comply, and he catches your mouth in another deep, open mouthed kiss.

“I think you learned your lesson, didn’t you doll face?” He asks, taking a moment to gaze at you lovingly. You nod, humming in response before curling up into Steve’s chest. They both settle against you, sandwiching you tightly between their warm, muscular bodies. “Eh, she’s not going to act up like that again,” Steve concludes, patting your hip, and Billy chuckles.

“Got that right.”

In the few moments before you almost instantaneously fall asleep, you think you might just act up like that again. Especially if it leads to this much fun.

#steve x reader x billy #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove x reader #harringrove x reader smut #harringrove smut #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things poly #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4

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after breaking the 'no dating' rule in their band, y/n and donghyuck end up in a messy breakup right before their first world tour. the ex-lovers decide to remain a couple in the public light in hopes of a successful first tour —║THE DREAM TEAM║𐀔ʾʾ

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⚠︎ 3XR ⚠︎ is a band based in Los Angeles, California and was formed by five best friends in the confinement of their homes. they released their debut single 'Tongue Tied' in 2019 and gained worldwide recognition with their mini album 'FULLBORN' in 2021. the band consists of Y/N, RENJUN, JENO, HAECHAN, AND JAEMIN

[ BECOME A VIP ] [ 3XR'S DISCOGRAPHY ]

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MEET THE BAND

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“this is the dream job with the dream people. it doesn't get better than this.”

✮ Y/N . . . ( leader, lead guitarist, and often provides supporting vocals ) . . . was the one who built the band from scratch and worked closely with haechan to create their songs before bringing in their close friends mark and chenle to help. they have the tendency to overwork themselves and often rely on haechan for comfort. y/n and haechan have been dating for three years. y/n is hardworking but bubbly on camera and is extremely passionate about music

____ ▭ ▬ y/n chose jeno as their closest friend

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“we haven't been in the industry for long, but we belong here, and we're going to dominate.”

✮ HAECHAN . . . ( drummer and lead vocalist, real name is 'donghyuck' ) . . . has the odd tendency to impulsively lie whenever he's on camera and is usually playfully slapped by his bandmates when he does so. he's a ball of sunshine that fills the air with his positivity, and when he's on the drums, he plays like if it were his last day on earth. pre-debut, haechan worked closely with y/n to create their songs before bringing in their close friends mark and chenle to help. haechan was the one who confessed to y/n first in 2020 and released their relationship status to the public a year later in 2021. they have been dating for three years

____ ▭ ▬ haechan chose jaemin as his closest friend

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“sharing the stage with my best friends...wow, it really doesn't get better than that.”

✮ JENO . . . ( bassist, main rapper, and face of the group ) . . . is noted the 'most popular member' in the band. out of all the members, jeno has the most contracts with modeling agency and does a lot of independent promotions. jeno has a stage presence that is unforgettable and a smile that makes it impossible to not swoon over him. a poll taken in 2022 showed that 56% of their fans got into 3XR because of jeno's pretty face

____ ▭ ▬ jeno chose y/n as his closest friend

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“i don't know why renjun would put a 'no dating' rule when we're all so clearly obsessed with each other.”

✮ JAEMIN . . . ( rhythm guitarist, lead vocalist and lead rapper ) . . . doesn't post often on social media, but still has many fans that would die for him due to his relaxed composure and charmisma on stage. one smile is known to make fans fall onto their knees, so jaemin knows when to use it lightly. out of all the members, jaemin dies his hair the most, but lately it only switches between black, brown, and a specific shade of blue

____ ▭ ▬ jaemin chose haechan as his closest friend

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“after thirteen years, you'd all hate spending time with them too. that's more than half my life, i need a break.”

✮ RENJUN . . . ( keyboardist and main vocalist ) . . . is the most active member on twitter yet still isn't verified (he almost has as many followers as y/n. make it make sense?). renjun is the oldest out of the five yet is often overlooked because he doesn't want to show up to promotions LMAO. as much as he bickers with all the members, he would trade the world and more for them. he wishes they would never break apart and had a 'no dating' in place to which donghyuck broke nearly a few weeks after. he's their relationship's #1 supporter though (or so he says). renjun carries most of 3XR's songs with his heavenly vocals and low rasps and gets the most praise out of all the members

____ ▭ ▬ renjun didn't choose who was his closest friend because none of them chose him. he called them all pricks and claimed mark and chenle as his best friends instead

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MEET THE TEAM

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“i'm the most talented person i know...wait don't put that, i might get cancelled.”

✮ MARK :: one of the two designated producers for 3XR. he was made fun of in elementary school for being friends with the younger kids, but he was glad he stuck with them. aside from being a producer, he sometimes helps donghyuck out with lyrics. lately mark has been trying to put out singles of his own, and sometimes he is featured in 3XR's title tracks

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“i'm pretty proud of all my accomplishments. i think everyone should be proud of what they accomplished.”

✮ CHENLE :: the only one that currently attends university while also working under 3XR's team to create future hits. while taking online classes, he and mark produce future hits for 3XR, and if you listen closely enough, you would be able to hear some of his vocals in the background of their songs. he also produce and writes songs for other bands and soloists such as AleXa, Betcha, and Death and All His Friends. his dream is to make it as a singer, but right now, he's completely content with where he is

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“no comment.”

✮ JISUNG :: played an important role in 3XR's rise to fame. he became 3XR's manager ever since the group was formed because despite being clumsy, jisung knew how to get things done and the band always put their faith in him. on the contrary to the other seven, jisung hates being in the public light, so he does his best to cover up and keep hidden as much as possible. he has no idea how Timers (3XR's fandom name) have started getting his photos, but then he realized it was because mark kept forgetting to crop him out of photos

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. . . 3XR'S VIPS :: @sunflowerhae @luvlyjaemin @flower-lise @dolcetraditora @flwrtbz @mrkleelvr @aj13-29 @marklexleaf @xxxhyuck @skyfvlls @oc-helps @sseastar @minjiville @jeminiepabo @nycol-ie @lokideadontheinside @ppeachyttae @officiallyunofficialperson @minavenue @itsyaapollochild @cocoa-bitter @1800-mark @daegalfangirl @skrtbeepbeep @frickyratz @ikyk-leeknow @bbnana @sunshine-skz @binky-bean @virgospace @junjungsunwoo @yunho-1999 @teddy-cheol @chenfleur @eneiyri @noidnoentry @deny4l4 @dulltint @seongwhaffels @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @sunfics @fullsunfluff @lyleo @justalildumpling

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Thank you, Leechy!

1. Silk and Cologne by EI8HT, Offset

2. A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel

3. Providence by Poor Man's Posion

4. She's My Collar by Gorrilaz

5. Mr Doctor Man by Palaye Royale

It's a miracle, I didn't link any otacore songs. I'm gonna do it in the next one >:)

Tagging: @cyanide-latte (your ask is getting otacore ooops

#quinn quips #quinn answers #quinn's friends #leechy #ask game #quinn's tunes

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I got tagged in this by a few people, thank you @just-another-fanfiction-writer @ominist @imaslytherpuff and @froggyinaspen for thinking of me !!

🎶✨When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

I hit shuffle so this is legitimately all over the place LMAO

The Upside - Lindsey Sterling

Black Sheep - Palaye Royale

Lento - Najwa

It's On Again - Alicia Keys

Snakes - PVRIS & MIYAVI

I'm almost positive everyone has done this by now so if I'm repeat-tagging you for it I'M SORRY !! @shadowtriovibes @legacygirlingreen @tiny-shot @ominisss @yaboysebby @ravenelyx @sallowly @xantineverdoer

#a.txt #I only tagged 8 cause I don't follow as many people as I thought I did and I know for a fact half of y'all have done this already #also hi I'm alive I'm trying to write smut rn so I'm gonna disappear once more #TRYING TO GET ACTIVE AGAIN #LOVE YOU GUYS MWAH

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⏤ 　　𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 . . . 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎 　 .

( ─── ) shawn mendes. he/him. cis man. ›spotted at the met steps , tristan carvalho , most likely listening to floodlights on the square by boston manor with their airpods pro . the twenty-five gained quite a reputation , known to be -impulsivity yet +creativity to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the wheels of a skateboard rolling against pavement , cigarette butts pressed underneath tattered shoes , callused fingers pushing back soft curls , and an impulsively curious gaze crossing hazel hues , followed by allure homme sport by chanel . latest nepoupdates article talks about carvalho’s family have potentially been stealing money from their company and are looking at criminal offenses , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

❛ ─── 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 » 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 » 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 . ( biography coming soon … )

❛ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

NAME : tristan carvalho . NICKNAMES : tris . BIRTHDAY / AGE : august 10th , 1998 & twenty - five . GENDER / PRONOUNS : cismale & he / him . HOMETOWN : queens , new york . CAREER : professional skateboarder & musician . POSITIVE TRAITS : creative , charismatic , curious , determined & independent . NEUTRAL TRAITS : realistic , sarcastic , stubborn , curious & impulsive . NEGATIVE TRAITS : destructive , closed off , pessimistic , disconsolate & negative .

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 ,

𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 ;

HAIR COLOR : brunette . EYE COLOR : hazel / brown . HEIGHT : six foot , three inches . TATTOOS : currently 14 various tattoos . PIERCINGS : 4 , both lobes , helix ( left ear ) , orbital ( right ear ) . FACECLAIM : sean mendez .

𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐 ;

ARTISTS STREAMED : soundgarden , audioslave , mother mother , led zeppelin , royal blood , cleopatrick , badflower , metallica , grandson , the wrecks , bring me the horizon , sleep token , avenged sevenfold , boston manor , demob happy , slipknot , korn , three days grace , flyleaf , highly suspect , system of a down , pierce the veil , ice nine kills , himalayas , nf , palaye royale , the luka state , architects , bad omens , tigercub , nine inch nails , bilmuri . . . and probably a million more .

❛ 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 !

　　QUICK PERSONALITY CHECK . . .

just a bit of a personality check ; tristan can be very outgoing and adventurous and fun to be around but in the same breath . he's very closed off and it's hard to really know who he is sometimes . he finds it hard to keep any long lasting friendships because he doesn't allow people to get too close to him . very impulsive , will do anything and everything on his mind if he wants to . doesn't like feeling like anyone or anything has any control over him because he deals with his own struggles with himself and feeling like he isn't even in control of who tristan carvalho is . daredevil vibes , he will do anything ! true adrenaline junkie at it's finest . also the type that thinks the worst ideas are the best ideas . can be a bit of an ass when he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed . he's got that classic sarcasm and all that jazz . but under it all he's just a sad boi . . . well , maybe not under it all . he probably thinks he hides his emo'ness way more than he actually does . ( there's probably so much more i can add but i'll come back and make this intro better later ! )

　　TRIGGERS : prison , child neglect , death , drugs , stealing .

tristan was born as a twin in brooklyn , new york . and for the first thirteen years of his life he had no idea that he came from a family of great fortune .

his father was working a job that hardly paid anything and his mother was taking care of their only children , tristan and theo . a seemingly humble family and life . just a small family living a very humble life . but things weren't all as they seemed . the twins so used to the way they were brought up and what they were around they didn't even realize ( at first ) that they were living in a life of completely dysfunction and chaos .

when tristan was old enough to really put together the pieces that his family wasn't exactly normal . that his father used drugs and was constantly getting in trouble with the law and his mother was too busy tangled up in her whirlwind and forbidden romance with his father , she didn't pay much attention to her own children . instead putting all her focus into their father and their father putting all his focus into the drugs he so desperately wanted .

when tristan was around twelve years old , his father was arrested and ended up in prison for multiple offenses that were life changing to more people than just his father . after a few months of his mother trying to continue her whirlwind romance with their father , she started to realize she'd end up on the streets fast if she didn't do something to change that . which was when she ended up going back to her parents , taking her kids along . all of them living with tristan's grandparents . the live change was too much for tristan and his sister . the both of them unable to really deal with the change . in their own ways .

it was only then that tristan met his grandparents , new york business moguls . once living there , tristan's mother ended up getting sucked into the world her parents wanted her in . joining in the business . to work in the company , continue the name of their family . it'd always been a big deal to the van dien's . the fame and wealth it brought .

growing up , tristan never felt as though he really belonged in the world he was in . he couldn't connect to one extreme , a world with practically nothing and now the other extreme , a world with seemingly everything . . . when in reality , both were full of a bunch of nothingness . . . it caused the male to turn to reckless and bad behavior - his mother fearing there was some of his father in him . that need for something more . . . for something a bit more gritty and grimy .

he acted out a lot as a child and teen . even going into his adult years . to the point where his family had to cover up a few things he'd gotten himself into . a part of him wishing they wouldn't . that they'd just let things unfold the way they were . having this need to be sucked up and spit out by the world .

but there was a time when things were seemingly . . . okay . tristan and his grandmother managed to form a bond with each other and she became the only person he could stand , other than his twin sister . the only person he'd actually listen to . despite him acting out , she had this motherly like stature to her . something that tristan was able to latch onto . in a way , he put his grandmother on a pedestal . disallowing himself to see that maybe she was just as bad as the rest of his family . a family full of fucked up and bad people . either way , when she passed . he felt like a piece of his heart was cut out and thrown away . taking it extremely hard . only igniting the way he was acting out even more .

after tristan's grandmother passed , a lot of things began to changed . she was the backbone of the family , at least for tristan . the morally ground one . the one that brought a bit of reality and humbleness to the family . but with her gone , things began to go a little haywire .

with tristan acting out more than even and his attitude changing so drastically overnight . . . no one knew what to do with him . his family wanted a certain life for him but tristan had never been the type of person that would do what others wanted if he didn't want that . he was a fighter . . . which in a way was contradictory with how much he felt like throwing himself on the ground and giving up . with how disobedient tristan was , his family began to label him as something much more negative . almost not seeing him as a part of their family . but having to save face with the world . . . constantly trying to find ways to make him look better for the outside world .

things only got worse for the male when his sister decided to skip town . both siblings didn't want a part of the world they had been forced into . the only difference was tristan was stubborn and a fighter almost to a fault . when his sister begged him to go off with her , that they could start over . . . tristan said no . . . his sister was the type to run and dodge the things that she didn't want to deal with . tristan had the same quality but he'd stay in the things that hurt him . . . some may things the bond between twins is all talk . . . but when his sister left , tristan felt it . feeling as though he lost another piece of himself when she left .

on another note ; tristan didn't follow in the foot steps of his family . although , they're still trying to get him to come into it . thinking what he's doing now is just a phase . but as a career , tristan had made a pretty good name for himself as a professional skateboarder and only recently started getting into making music in a more professional sense .

does that mean his name and his families money didn't have any hand in the popularity he was able to gain ? probably not . . . but skateboarding is something he enjoys and takes seriously .

again . . . there's probably so much i'm missing or just . . . need to fix up because this is . . . a dumpster fire but this is what we got for now ! THANK YOU !

❛ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

WANTED :

i’m game for most anything ! so just hit me up if you have anything you want or if you wanna brainstorm ( or we can go off chem and see where it takes us ! ) but i have a section on his pinterest for potential connections . he also has some songs on his playlist as well that can be potential connection vibes if you wanna check it out !

PRE - CONNECTIONS :

MUSE S IN SUBPLOT #8 : ROSALIND comes from one of the wealthiest families in new york while TRISTAN works as their gardener. ROSALIND is the picture perfect posh prep child with untouched reputation of a golden child while muse s was forced to work for ROSALIND'S family as a result of their bad behaviour. these two are a clear description of two worlds colliding and ROSALIND is motivated to fix TRISTAN'S broken image while TRISTAN wants to see ROSALIND break their perfect facade and see the real world.

#( * introduction . )#this is a dumpster fire i'm so sorry !#i might go back and fix some things up !#but here we are

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