#Like you think I wanted to be told I was too sick to go to school???

[mrgoldmc26]

Wonyoung's Wild Night

Tags: Gangbang, blowbang, interracial sex, airtight, anal sex, dirty talk, lots of facials, honestly just Wonyoung getting passed around like a slut by 5 BBC's

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: This was the first chapter of my K-Pop Sluts series that I have on AO3. I wrote it months ago, and as you are about to see, it has lots of pictures. I really like including pictures in my stories because I just think it gives a nice visualizer...plus, who doesn't like to look at Wonyoung? 

With that being said, I do realize that it's a little bit too many pictures...Like I said at the start, I wrote it months ago, and I have been including less and fewer pictures in my chapters (you can notice this on my Lisa chapter), but I didn't feel like removing any from this one because it's how I wrote it months ago. But yes, you will see fewer pictures in my chapters going forward. For crying out loud, I found out that the pic limit is 30 per post...I had 31 in my AO3 chapter, lmao.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

The following is a Fan Fiction and should be treated as such.

It was a dark, chilly night under the sky of San Francisco, California, with the moon dipping in and out of the clouds. Wonyoung, fresh off her concert with IVE in Oakland, was hoping to have a nice time at a party, alongside her friend, Steven. He was this friend, that she has been seeing for a while now, and has been inviting him for her shows, but she has really never done anything intimate with him, mainly because he was too shy, and always seemed to cut off any advances Wonyoung attempted on him.

She was hoping that it would all change tonight by getting him loose. They arrived at the compound, where the party was already in full swing. Loud music everywhere, people dancing and drinking, and having a good time.

"Gosh, these songs suck. They should be playing our songs. They are much better."

"I'm not sure your songs are appropriate for a party like this, Wony."

"Really? You are not taking my side, Steven?"

"I'm sorry. You're right. They should definitely be putting your songs."

"Good. Go fetch me a drink. And grab one for yourself too."

"Wony, I don't really like to drink alcohol. And I also don't think you should be drinking alcohol too. Something could happen. It's bad for your health."

"Are you actually fucking serious???"

"I'm sorry, but yes, Wony. An idol like you shouldn't be drinking alcohol."

"Listen to what I fucking told you, and go bring me a fucking drink. NOW!"

"And don't forget yours too, Steven...Ughhh. I'm going to sit down by the pool. Don't take too long. I'm thirsty."

"Yes, Wony. Is there anything you want, in particular?"

"Surprise me...for once in your life..."

Wonyoung walked towards the pool, and sat on a couch nearby. She looked in front and saw millions of city lights and the dark, cloudy sky just above them. She decided to step up her game, in order to finally bag Steven, and so she removed her jacket, exposing her skinny arms.

After a few minutes of waiting, Steven finally came back with the drinks.

"Ughhh, what took you so long?"

"I'm sorry, Wony. I couldn't really decide once I got there."

"Goshhhh, why do you apologize after everything I say."

"I'm so..." Steven was about to say, but a sharp look from Wonyoung stopped him midway. She took the drink from his hand and started sipping it away.

"You know, Wony...you shouldn't really be without your jacket on a cold night like this. You might get sick."

"Reallyyy??? Goshhh, stop being concerned for me all of the fucking time."

"I'm sorry, Wony. I can't help it." Steven said, making Wonyoung angry in the process.

"Also, people could look at you and take photos of you. You shouldn't let people see you like this...drinking and showing off your skin."

"What if I want them to see me like this? What if I want you to see me like this?"

"I...I don't really know what to say, Wony."

"That's your problem...you never know what to say."

"I think we should leave this place. I don't like it in here. It's also getting late."

"You can't actually be serious. We literally just arrived..."

"Yeah, but I'm kinda getting sleepy."

"That's it. I've had enough. You want to go? Go!"

"Wony...I...I'm sor.."

"Don't you fucking dare say you're sorry."

"Just leave alone, Steven. I don't really care anymore."

"But I'm your ride."

"I'll call an Uber. Stop fucking worrying about me all of the time."

"You should really stop swearing, Wony. People could catch you, and it would be all over the internet."

"Steven...honestly...go fuck yourself. Leave me alone."

"But..."

"GO AWAY!!!" Wonyoung loudly told him, making him slowly turn away, as he walked out of the compound and went into his car.

"Fucking dumbass...why do I have such a shitty taste in guys." She thought to herself.

Wonyoung put her hands around the side of her head and just stayed like that for minutes, looking down at the pool and the reflex of the moon on the water. She was almost ready to get up and leave when she was suddenly approached by a group of 5 black guys.

"Oh, great....just what I needed...let me guess...you are all fans and want my autograph. Did I get it right?"

"Oh, wait...maybe you all want a photo with me, so you can show it to all your friends. Is that it?"

"Damn Wonyoung...never would've guessed you were this bitchy. I thought you were more sweet and kind, but I guess we were all wrong. We are indeed all fans of you, but we didn't come here to ask you for anything."

"I...ughhhh...I've just had a rough couple of minutes."

"We saw what happened from a distance, and it looked like you were arguing with a guy. We just wanted to ask you if you are doing alright."

"Not really, to be honest." Wonyoung responded.

"Who was that guy anyway?"

"Steven. He's...was....was a friend. A lame friend that was simply a little bitch that never made a move on me."

"Really? I don't believe that. I bet you get hit everywhere you go."

"I do...but not by him...not once."

"Am I not attractive enough?"

"Of course you are, girl. You are the most beautiful woman on the planet."

"It was a rhetorical question, guys...of course I'm hot...I mean...look at me!!!"

"Steven is probably gay, or something like that." A dude said.

"Yeah...maybe. Fuckkkk. What a shity night." Wony said.

"Do you guys have any idea how hard it is to be an idol?"

"I barely get any chances to have fun, and the one time I finally can have some fun and maybe a little action, he acts like a fucking overprotecting wimp."

"I mean...the night is still young...you can still have some fun..." One of the guys said, with a smirk on his face. It was only at that point that Wonyoung started connecting the dots, and understood what they really wanted, and the real reason they were talking to her in the first place.

"Fun...you say?" Wonyoung asked, slightly tilting her head up with curiosity.

"Yes. You can have a great time with us."

"Yeah? What would you guys do to make sure I have some fun?" Wonyoung asked, as she put her hands on the thighs of the guys' sitting right next to her and slowly started caressing them.

"Well, we would definitely hit on you, unlike that other loser."

"I would love that. I love when guys hit on me. When they drool all over me, because they can't handle how hot I am."

"What else? What else would you do to me?" She asked, as she looked at them and their strong arms coming out of their shirts. They were all so hot, and they acted completely differently towards Wonyoung, than Steven did.

"We would make you feel so good. Like, no one has ever made you feel before."

"Oh...really? Do tell." Wonyoung said, as she kept massaging the guys' thighs and moving her hands closer and closer to their crotches.

"We would start by kissing you and touching your body, and then we would slowly remove your clothes." One of them said, as the two guys sitting next to her started touching her thighs.

"Hmmmm....and then?" Wonyound asked, biting her lips.

"Then we would put you on your knees, and feed you all of our cocks, until you choked on every single one of them." Another guy said, as Wonyoung felt his hands going up her dress, and touching her pussy over her panties.

"Oh, fuckkkk...continue please." She said, moaning at every word they said.

"After taking our cocks down your throat, we would take turns fucking every single one of your precious tight little holes, over and over again."

"I need that!...I need it so much! Keep going, daddy!" Wonyoung begged, as the words that they were saying were almost as pleasurable as the fingers that were now inside her.

"And finally we would cum all over that pretty face of yours."

"Oh my god, I want it so badly. I want all of your cum on my faceeeeee."

"Please fuck me. Right now!!!"

"Is that what you want, Wony?"

"Yes...I want all of you guys to be my daddy."

"We can be your daddy for the night, if you promise to be our little cumslut."

"I promise! I will be your little cumslut!!!"

"I'll be your personal cumdumpster."

"I just really want all of your cocks and all of your cum on my face."

"I can't believe an idol like you is this desperate for cocks."

"I'll gladly show you just how desperate I am, daddy. Show me the way to the bedroom."

The guy in front of her smiled, before picking her up from the couch and putting her on his shoulder, as he proceeded to walk inside the house, walking past several large crowds of people with Wonyoung on his shoulders, and the other 4 guys walking just behind them. Anyone could've so easily recognized Wonyoung, and everyone they walked past easily understood what was about to happen to Wonyoung.

As soon as they got upstairs and into a room, the guy carrying her threw Wonyoung onto the bed, and she quickly got on her knees and started taking off her clothes, until all she had left was her bra and her panties. The guys also started taking off their clothes, including their shirts and their pants.

"Take those pants off, daddies. I'm waiting for your cocks. Show me what you have in there." Wonyoung told them, as they removed the belts holding their pants, and then took them off. She was now facing their massive bulges in their underwear, and she was already licking her lips.

"Mmmm, I bet you guys have the biggest cocks I've ever seen."

"I don't think you're ready to see our sizes, Wony..."

"Probably not, but I really need it. I want it."

"I'm so fucking horny for your cocks."

She could see the five black guys staring at her, and their crotches were getting bigger and bigger, the more Wonyoung used her mouth and words to tease them.

The guys dropped their boxers, revealing their hard, big, veiny, throbbing, long black cocks, that made Wonyoung drool, as she stared at them with her mouth agape.

"You like what you see?"

"Uh huh." Wony said, unable to not only come up with something to say, but also unable to take her eyes away from their big black cocks.

"Do you want our cocks, baby?"

"Yes daddy! I want them all in my mouth."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! C'mon...give it to me!"

"Ok. But only if you beg for it."

"Please give me your cocks, daddy. I'll do anything for them." Wonyoung begged, as they hopped on the bed, and surrounded Wonyoung. Their massive, throbbing, veiny cocks just a few inches away from her face.

"Show us how desperate you are."

"Put them all on my face, and I'll show you how desperate I am for your black cocks."

"I want these massive black cocks all over my face."

The guys did what she asked for, and started rubbing their cocks all over Wonyoung's face. Rubbing their precum all over her cheeks, and their cocks over her lips. Wonyoung couldn't help but giggle, as the tips of their cocks touched her skin.

"Fuck yes...this is soooo hot. More...keep doing this." Wonyoung demanded, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.

They did as she said, and continued smacking her face with their hard cocks. Slapping her with their cockheads and rubbing them over her lips.

"More, please! Rub your big dicks all over my face."

"Rub them harder. Make them leak precum all over my pretty face." Wony said, as she felt one guy rub his balls all over her lips and her nose.

"Yes, daddy...that's it. Use me like a slut. Like a worthless cumslut."

"That's exactly what you are. Nobody likes you for your singing or your dancing. They all like you because you look like a perfect doll."

"People only like you because you are hot. That's why all those fans scream for you."

"That's true. Everything you guys are saying is true. I would be nowhere if I didn't look like this."

"They wish they could be here, using your naked body for their pleasure, but instead we are the ones who get to do that."

"I bet none of them have bigger cocks than you guys, so I'm happy that you are the ones that will use my body tonight." Wony said, as she started kissing the tips of their black cocks, one by one, as she also used her hands to massage their balls.

"You want that, don't you, Wony?"

"Yessssss...I want to be used like a fuckdoll by your big black cocks."

"I'm the hottest female idol in the world, and I need to be treated like the hot slut I am."

"Tell us how much you want our big black cocks, and we will treat you like the naughty little slut you are."

"Yesssss, I want your cocks. I want them all. I want them in my mouth. In my pussy. In my ass. All over my face."

"Tell us, what a slut you are!!!" One guy, said, slapping her ass with immense strength, leaving a big red mark.

"OH MY GOD, FUCKKK...I'm a little slutty idol, daddy."

"I'm a dirty, desperate little slut for black cocks."

"My mouth is open. Please put your cocks inside my mouth, daddy." Wony said, opening her mouth as wide as she could, waiting for any black guy to slide his cock inside her mouth and down her throat.

One guy grabbed her by her hair, and started ramming his cock down her throat. Wonyoung could not believe the size of the cock that was in her mouth. Wony tried her best to fit all of his huge cock in her small mouth, whilst she reached behind her back and took off her bra.

"Damn, Wony. Those are some nice titties you have."

"I thought they would be smaller."

They weren't big or anything remotely close to that, but they were a pretty decent size, considering her body type.

Wony smiled with her lips still wrapped around a huge black cock, as she finally started using her hands to pleasure more guys at the same time. She put her hands around two cocks and started stroking them.

"Your hands are so tiny compared to my cock."

"Mmmm hmmm." Wony nodded, as she started deepthroating the first guy's dick.

"Oh fuckkkk. Damn. Your mouth feels so good." The guy groaned, as he kept shoving his dick down her throat.

"Fuck, daddy...your cock is so good." Wony said, when the guy eventually pulled his dick out of her mouth.

One guy put his hand on her chin and made her look up at him, before slapping her in the face with his dick, making her moan.

"Damn...you are such a naughty little slut, aren't you?"

"You want this dick, Wony? You wanna taste my cock?"

"I want your black cock inside my mouth, daddy. Let me taste it." Wony begged, and the guy slid his cock between her lips, until he was fully inside her mouth. He didn't stop until his entire black cock was deep down her throat, making her gag and cough.

"That's right, Wony. Deepthroat my cock, you fucking slut." He said, as he started furiously ramming his cock down her throat, making her spit saliva everywhere, even with her lips sealed tight around his dick.

"You want another one, Wony?" Another guy asked.

"Hmmm, hmmm" Wonyoung replied with her lips still around a thick, throbbing, black cock. He let her go after a couple more thrusts to the back of her mouth, and Wony got in a quick breather.

"Give me your cock, daddy. Let me taste it." She begged, before another cock was shoved down her throat.

"Fucckkk, I can't believe I'm having my cock sucked by Wonyoung."

"She's a really good cocksucking slut."

"You are, aren't you?"

"Hmmmm, hmmm." Wonyoung moaned in response.

"I'll bet a slutty bitch like you loves tasting black cock, don't you?"

"Yes, daddy. I love it."

"Good. Keep sucking it then, slut." He said, and Wony did just that, as she kept sucking every guy for a lengthy amount of time, before moving to the next big black cock that was put right in front of her pretty little face.

After every guy got their long turn with Wonyoung, the guys started taking quick turns with her mouth, sliding their big black cocks past Wonyoung's luscious lips, and fucking her tight, warm throat over and over again, for a couple of seconds, before swapping between themselves.

"You like that, Wony? You like being passed around like a slut?"

"Mmmm, hmmm. I love it. This is what I wanted. I love sucking your black cocks." Wonyoung said, looking at the guy who just had his dick in her mouth, as she gave his shaft a nice lick, before moving her lips on the side of his dick, and leaving a trail of saliva.

"Good. Now keep sucking them like the naughty little cumslut you are."

"Yes, daddy." Wonyoung said, as she proceeded to grab one of the cocks in front of her and started sucking it, bobbing her head up and down, while also moving her tongue around it.

"You look so hot with a cock in your mouth."

"Mmmm...it tastes so good." Wony said, as she started licking the tip, before going back down again.

"This is so hot. I love sucking big dicks." She said, in between sucks.

"You are doing a great job. Keep going, Wony."

"You guys have no idea how long it's been since I had cocks down my throat." She said, as stopped sucking his cock, and instead started stroking two dicks at the same time for a couple seconds, before moving on to the other guys' cocks, always trying to give the same amount of time to each one.

"A woman like me should be getting dicked on a daily basis, and not a single day should go by without having a cock in my mouth."

"Yeah? And what about the rest of your body?"

"It should be used as a toy for cocks. For the pleasure of the lucky guys I deem worthy of fucking me and my tight holes."

"And what about cum, Wony?"

"Oh my god, cum is like, my favourite thing in the whole world. I love feeling it inside me, and all over me."

"I need it. I crave it."

"If I could survive on cum, I would be the happiest girl in the world."

"My life would be so much better if I used cum as a replacement for my mascara."

"My face would look even prettier. Trust me, guys. I look amazing with cum on my face."

"Well, we'll see it later, won't we, Wony?"

"Of course, daddy. I can't wait to have all of your loads all over my face."

"Gosh, just thinking about it...it's making me so fucking wet. I need a cock inside me, right now!" Wonyoung said, as she stopped stroking their cocks for a moment, and quickly removed her panties and spread her legs, showing her perfect shaved pussy. She put two of her fingers on her slit and started rubbing it.

"That's right. Rub that tight little pussy for us."

Wonyoung put on an absolute show for the guys, as she moved her fingers around her pussy, spreading her lips open and letting the guys see the inside of her cunt, before she went back to playing with her clit, while also licking her lips as she couldn't stop staring at the 5 big black cocks in front of her, just hanging in the air. They looked so perfect and big, and Wonyoung tried to guess which one would be inside her first, which one would cause her to moan the loudest, and which one would give her the biggest load.

"Taste yourself, Wony."

"Mmmm...yes, daddy." She said, as she quickly removed the hand she was using to play with herself, and placed it in front of her mouth, as she started licking and sucking her own juices off her fingers.

"You really are a nasty little slut." One guy said.

"And sluts deserve to get fucked." Another one added.

"That's exactly what I want."

"I want to get fucked like the little slut I am."

"Yeah, Wony? How do you want it?"

"I want to get fucked on the bed, daddy. I want to get spitroasted."

"I want you guys to take turns and use me like your personal fuckdoll."

"And then I want you guys to fuck my pussy and ass at the same time, whilst someone is fucking my mouth."

"Anything else, princess?"

"Just daddy's cum, all over my face at the end." Wonyoung said, with a huge smile on her face.

"Alright, then. Let's get to it." One guy said, as he placed himself behind Wonyoung and immediately put his left hand on the back of her neck, pushing it down onto the mattress, alongside her head, as the other guys climbed off the bed and formed a line right in front of the edge of the bed, where her head was, and waited for their turn.

Wonyoung was on her knees, with her tits not only pressed against her knees, but also squished against the mattress, as both guys pressed their cocks against her holes.

"You ready, Wony?"

"Yes, daddy. Just feed me your cocks and pound me already." She said, before opening her mouth wide, as the guys didn't even waste one second, and pushed their cocks inside her mouth and her pussy, and started fucking her, not holding back at all.

"Oh fuckkkk...Wony..."

"Oh my fucking god...you guys need to try this pussy. She's so fucking tight." He moaned, as he kept pounding away at her.

"Really bro?" The guy fucking Wonyoung's mouth asked.

"Yes. It's incredible. She has the tightest pussy I have ever fucked." He said, before he started to fuck her much faster than before, as he felt his cock get squeezed by her pussy, which was dripping with juices.

Wonyoung kept moaning, even with a cock buried deep down her throat, as she felt her tight pussy get stretched by the girth and length of the dick, and her throat being filled by another huge dick.

"I bet this is what your fans want, isn't it? To fuck you however they want, and for you to be their perfect little slut."

"That's why they pay hundreds of dollars for a single concert ticket, just in the hope that somehow, someway, they get a chance to fuck you."

"Actually...no. All of your fans are shy, weak and pathetic, just like Steven. Your fans would probably rather see us destroy you and your tight holes with our big black cocks than them with their tiny dicks."

All Wonyoung could do, was stay there, in an uncomfortable, yet pleasurable position, taking their big black cocks over and over again, feeling her holes being used by the biggest cocks she had ever seen in her life.

"Fuck, I need to swap right now, or else I'm going to cum inside her pussy. This shit is way too fucking tight for my dick." He said, massively slowing down his thrusts so that he didn't blow his load so soon, but he still kept his cock inside, slowly pushing it back and forth, as he still wanted to feel her tight pussy, and the warmth that surrounded his cock.

"Damn, dude. Then I think I'll take her pussy next. Just let me fuck her mouth a little bit longer." One guy said, as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and started furiously facefucking Wonyoung, not giving a single care in the world.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing, but I think it's time I stretch that sweet pussy of yours." He groaned, before slowly pulling his dick out and making his way around her, and towards her pussy. As soon as he got there, the guy that was fucking her pussy pulled out, but not before slapping her ass harshly, leaving yet another red mark on her cute little butt.

"Have fun. This pussy is fucking great." He said, as he joined the 3 other guys that were in front of Wony's face, going to the back of the line as he awaited his time to fuck her throat.

"Ahhhhh fuck. That was amazing, you guys."

"I loved having both your cocks sliding in and out of my mouth and my pussy."

"Can't wait for the rest of you guys." She said, licking her lips in anticipation, whilst looking at the massive black cock right in front of her face.

"C'mon. Put your dicks inside me already. I get cold when I don't have cocks inside me. I need them to warm me up." Wonyoung said, as the guy in front of her pressed his cocks against her lips, and she gladly opened her mouth and let him slip his dick inside her, and start fucking her mouth, while the guy behind her slammed his dick into her cunt, and started thrusting away, making Wonyoung moan around the dick in her mouth.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"Wonyoung is getting spitroasted by us and our big black cocks."

"FUCKING HELL...you were not kidding when you said her pussy was the tightest you had ever fucked." The guy behind her said, as he tried his best to keep thrusting his cock in and out, as his dick was being squeezed by her pussy.

"Fuck her harder. I want her to moan around my cock."

The guy behind her complied and started thrusting as hard and as fast as he could, feeling her tight pussy getting stretched and fucked, whilst also hearing her muffled moans around his friend's cock, as he fucked her mouth, going faster and deeper, with each passing second.

"Oh, fuckkkk...that's it, Wony. You look so fucking sexy, moaning with my cock in your mouth."

"I wanna hear how she moans when I fuck her as deep as I can go."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Just stop for a sec."

"Alright bro." He said, as he removed his cock from Wonyoung's mouth, and started stroking it in front of her face, whilst the guy behind her started ramming his cock as deep and as hard as he could, causing Wonyoung's moans to fill the room.

"Fuck...daddy...your cock is so fucking good inside me."

"Good girl. Take it. Take this fucking cock, you nasty little slut." He groaned, as he kept pounding her, his hips crashing into her ass, making it jiggle every time.

"Mmmm, that's right, daddy. I'm a nasty little slut for your cock."

"I'm a cumslut for all of your black cocks."

"Just keep fucking my tight little pussy, daddy."

"And you...I want you to slide that cock back inside my mouth. I want to slurp on it, until it's ready to go inside my pussy." Wonyoung said, before opening her mouth once again.

The guy in front of her slapped his cock on her tongue a couple of times, before pushing his dick past her lips, as Wony went right to work on his meaty cock, whilst his friend kept pounding her pussy with his cock.

"Ahhhhh fuckkk. So good."

"Your lips were made to be wrapped around my cock, Wony."

"Yes, they were. Your cock tastes so fucking good, daddy." Wonyoung said, whilst she stroked him for a couple of seconds, before she put his dick back in her mouth."

The guy put his hands on both sides of her face, and started facefucking her, his cock going in and out of her throat, as her mouth was basically a hole for him to fuck.

He then pinched her nose with his left hand, and used his right hand to hold her head, so that her head couldn't move, as he just started slamming his cock deep down her throat, going balls deep, and not stopping at all. Wony started struggling for air, but couldn't really move, and all she could feel was a cock lodged down her throat, and another one rapidly going in and out of her pussy.

After a couple of seconds Wonyoung started gagging, and the guy released his grip and let her go, as she took a couple of deep breaths.

"Ahhhh...ahhhh...do it...do it again, please. I want your cock deep down my throat again."

"I'm afraid if I do that again, I will cum down your throat, and if I remember correctly, you want my cum on your face, isn't that right?"

"Yes, daddy. I would love to swallow your load, but I do really want your cum on my face."

"That's what I thought. Well, I guess it's time for me to find out just how tight your pussy is."

"So tight. I want you to stretch it, daddy. Can you do that for me?" Wony asked, whilst biting her lip.

The guy didn't bother to respond, grinning instead as he made his way behind her, and waited for the guy that was fucking her pussy to stop and hop off the bed, giving him the "keys" to her tight little precious pussy.

"Beg for it, slut. Beg for my fucking cock, Wonyoung."

"Please, daddy. Please give me your cock."

"Give me your big black cock. I need it inside me."

"Stretch my tight little pussy, daddy."

He grinned once again, before he pushed his dick deep inside her, and started pounding away, fucking her tight pussy, making her scream in pleasure, as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, while her hands gripped the sheets as hard as she could, and the guys in front of her watched, and awaited their turn to not only fuck her mouth, but also her pussy.

"Daddy...ohhhh, yes...daddy...keep fucking me...your cock feels so good..." Wony moaned, whilst her breasts were being squished against the mattress, due to the force of the guy behind her, who kept ramming his cock deep and fast into her cunt.

"Ahhhhh...fuck...daddy...keep going. I'm so close."

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, you filthy little slut?"

"Yessss, daddy. Keep fucking me, just like that. Make me cum all over your big black cock."

"Then cum, Wony. Cum on this big fucking cock."

"Ahhhhhh...oh fuuuckkk."

"Oh my fucking god...you're making me cum. I'm cumming, daddy..." Wony screamed, as she started shaking and squirming, whilst the guy kept pounding her, making her cum on his cock.

"Such a good girl, cumming on daddy's cock."

Wonyoung didn't even have time to recover or respond to him, because the guy in front of the line grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her forward, before pressing his dick against her lips and sliding it into her mouth.

"You like that, Wony? Being passed around all 5 of us?" He asked, as Wonyoung used her tongue to massage the underside of his shaft, whilst he kept slowly sliding it in and out of her throat.

"Yes, daddy. I love being a slut for all of your big black cocks." Wonyoung said in between sucks, as she felt the guy who had just given Wony her first orgasm of the night start slamming his cock once again into her wet, warm and tight pussy, making her moan even more, sending vibrations onto the cock in her mouth.

"You are so fucking pretty, Wony."

"So beautiful with my cock in your mouth."

"I know I look pretty with a dick in my mouth, but I also know I look even better when it's a long, hard black cock." Wonyoung said, before taking his dick deep in her mouth once again.

"Fuck...I love that dirty mouth of yours, Wony."

"Talk dirty to us, Wony."

"Tell us what a filthy little slut you are."

"Tell us how much you love getting fucked by our black cocks." He said, as Wonyoung let go of the dick, and gave him the nastiest, sexiest smile, ever.

"I love your black cocks. I'm addicted to them." Wonyoung said, as she started stroking his dick.

"I wish I could bring all of you to our tour, so that you guys could pass me around after each concert."

"I would love for you guys to fuck every single one of my holes after each concert and then dump your warm cum all over my body, my face and my tits." She said, squeezing her boobs with her arms.

"I would love if you guys fucked me just before a concert and for me to go out there and perform in front of thousands of fans with your cum dripping out of my pussy and my asshole."

"Yeah, I bet you would love that, wouldn't you?" He asked.

"Such a naughty little slut, you are." He added.

"I'm daddy's perfect slut."

"Gosh, keep stroking that cock, Wony, fuckkk...I can't wait to cum all over your face."

"It makes me so wet, just knowing that I'm about to be a cumdumpster for 5 huge black cocks. It turns me on so much."

"Fuckkk, Wony. You're the one who is turning me on, girl. I need to smash that pussy of yours right now."

"Hmmm...since you haven't been inside me yet, how about I let you fuck my ass instead?"

"Is it tighter?"

"Well, considering I have had 3 big black cocks stretching my pussy already, and 0 inside my ass, I would say so."

"I've never taken one so big in there, but I really want to try it, daddy. So please...put your cock in my ass, and fuck me as hard as you can."

"Alright girl. I'm going to destroy this little cute ass of yours." He said, reaching forward and smacking her ass, leaving another red mark on it.

"HEY? WHAT ABOUT ME, MAN? I HAVEN'T FUCKED YOU EITHER!" The guy right behind him yelled, as he joined him by his side, and now had Wonyoung right in front of him as well.

"That is right, you haven't." Wony said, as she reached out for both of their cocks and started stroking them.

"Like I said earlier, I want to get my ass and my pussy fucked at the same time, so how about I ride that cock of yours whilst he fucks my tiny little asshole?" She added, as she took his cock into her mouth, awaiting his answer.

"Oh fuck, girl...you don't have to ask me twice..." He moaned, letting Wonyoung suck his dick, whilst her hand was stroking the other, until she decided to switch and started sucking the other one.

"Hmmm, yummy. You two taste so good." Wonyoung said, licking her lips, before putting his cock in her mouth, and the other guy's cock in her hand, stroking him as fast as she could, whilst she bobbed her head up and down the cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, tasting every inch of him.

"Ahhhh, fuckkkk...shit, Wony...you're too good at this."

"Mhmmm, I know." Wonyoung hummed, before deepthroating him and gagging around his cock for a couple of seconds, before releasing his dick, and stroking him, whilst she began deepthroating the other guy.

"Ohhhh shit, Wony. Just like that, girl. Just like that."

"Ohhhh fuckkk. I love going back and forth between your cocks."

"It feels...so...fucking...good. I love taking turns sucking both of them." She said, as she kept going back and forth, sucking and slurping on their cocks, and making the 2 guys moan in pleasure.

"I think they are ready to go inside my holes." Wony added, kissing both of their tips, before moving slightly backwards, so that one of the guys in front of her could lay down where she was previously.

He laid down, and Wonyoung got on top of him. She reached behind her and grabbed his dick, before guiding it towards her pussy. She then lowered her body, and his dick slid into her pussy, making her moan, whilst she slowly went down, and took all of his size into her cunt.

Wonyoung didn't even give a chance for the guy behind her to stick it in her ass, because she immediately started bouncing up and down on the dick inside her pussy, feeling it going deeper and deeper, and also brushing past her g spot, making her scream and moan like crazy.

"OH MY GOD, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. KEEP FUCKING ME, DADDY."

"I fucking love bouncing on your big black cock."

No words came out of his mouth, and instead he just reached his hands forward, and started playing with her tits, pinching her nipple and squeezing her soft breasts whilst she bounced up and down his shaft, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her wet pussy every time, stretching it even further, and causing her to scream and moan loudly, her cries of pleasure filling the room.

"Ayo...Wony...just stop for a sec. I want to put it in your ass." The other guy said.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I just got too excited. His cock is filling me so well, I just couldn't resist bouncing on it for a bit."

"It's alright...you're just a cumslut addicted to our cocks. I get it." He said, putting a hand on her face before kissing her luscious lips."

"I am, daddy. I'm so addicted to all of your cocks. I want them all."

"Beg for it, Wonyoung."

"Please, stick it in. Shove that big dick up my ass, daddy."

"I want you to destroy my ass, daddy. Please."

"Huuuuuh, boys...what do you say? I can't say no to our little slut, can't I?

"Fuck her ass, man."

"Fuck her as hard as you can."

"Make her our fucking anal slut."

He smiled, hearing the answers coming from his friends, before lining his cock with Wonyoung's tight little asshole, and slowly shoving his dick inside her.

"Ahhhh fuck. That feels soooo goooood." Wonyoung moaned, feeling both her holes being stuffed by their big dicks, whilst they were both inside her, as the one underneath her was also balls deep inside her pussy.

"You were not lying, Wony. This really is a tight little asshole."

"I need you to stretch it, please. I want it to be stretched as wide as possible."

"I can't wait for you to start fucking it."

"I want to be your anal slut, daddy."

"Fuck me hard, daddy. Pound my tight little asshole, please."

"Fuck, man. I don't know how tight that asshole is, but let me tell you something...this pussy is TIGHT! Didn't the three of them stretch it?" He said, trying his best to look backwards with Wony on top of him.

Wonyoung was so lost in the pleasure of having both of her holes stuffed at the same time, that she almost completely forgot about the three other guys that had already gotten their turns with not only her mouth, but also her pussy. She saw them slowly stroking their cocks, as they kept watching Wonyoung get pounded by their friends.

"C'mon guys...don't be shy. I know you're not shy...come here."

"I was starting to wonder if our little slut had forgotten about us, guys."

"Me? Never...I couldn't ever possibly forget about these big black cocks." She said, with a smile on her face, as she put her hands around two of their cocks and started stroking them.

"You guys like that? Like having your cocks stroked by me whilst watching your friends fuck me?"

"Yessss, baby. Fuck, your hands are so soft."

"Yeah, and the way you stroke them, it's fucking amazing."

"Keep talking dirty to us, Wony. Keep telling us what a slut you are."

"Ohhhh fuck. I am a slut. I'm a filthy fucking slut."

"I'm daddy's filthy little slut."

"Mmmmmm yeah, and this is exactly what filthy little sluts like me do. We take their daddy's big black cocks, and let them stretch our tight little holes, just like they are doing right now."

"And we like to get spitroasted, and double penetrated, and have their cum all over our faces, just like you guys will do with me, later." Wonyoung said, already fantasizing about having the guys' cum on her face.

"And you..." Wonyoung said, looking up to the right in front of her.

"I don't think I need to tell you what to do." She added, as she opened her mouth.

"No, you don't, girl." He said, as he slowly put his cock past her lips and gave full control to Wonyoung, letting her suck his dick at the pace she wanted.

The room was filled with moans and grunts from all the guys, as Wonyoung was pleasuring all 5 of them at the same time. The sounds of her cheeks getting clapped every time the guy behind her thrust his dick inside her ass, mixed with the sound of his friend's dick slamming in and out of her pussy, were not only echoing across the room, but that feeling, of their cocks going in and out of her holes was making Wonyoung moan loudly, which was obviously muffled, thanks to the cock in her mouth. All whilst she had her hands wrapped around the 2 last remaining cocks.

Wonyoung was impressed with herself. Not only from the way she was handling all 5 cocks at once, which was something completely new to her, but also how quickly she managed to turn around her horrible start to the night. She was almost laughing around the cock inside her throat, just thinking that had the night gone a different way, she would probably have her lips wrapped around Steven's tiny gay cock. But thankfully for her, it didn't. She was quite easily having the best night of her life, being passed around these 5 strong and hot black guys who were making her their personal cumslut.

"Fucking hell...will this pussy ever get a little bit more loose? Been fucking it for like 10 minutes now...I can't believe how tight you still are."

"Sorry, daddy. That's just how I was built..."

"I was made to take cocks, and I guess that, if you want your cock to feel less suffocated by my pussy, you're just gonna have to stretch me out."

"Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me take your big black cock."

The guy complied and started thrusting faster and harder into her, making her bounce on his cock, his pelvis smacking against her butt, her moans filling the room. Not wanting to be left behind, the guy fucking her ass also began going harder and deeper inside her, his hands tightly gripping her waist, as he was drilling her with his long hard dick.

"OH MY GOD...fuck me, daddies. Use me. Please, pound my holes harder." Wonyoung begged, as she started moving her hips, making sure to slam them backwards whenever a cock was going forward, thus meeting each other half-way and creating a much stronger impact.

"Just keep fucking me. I don't care how hard, just give it to me, daddy."

"You guys are so good. My holes are yours. Use them however you want."

"Do whatever you want with me. Just please make me cum again."

"Is that what our cumslut princess wants?"

"Yes, daddy. Make me cum on your big black cocks, ple..." Wony said, before being interrupted by a cock entering her mouth and her throat, making her gag around his length.

"Sorry, Wony...but your mouth is just too fucking sexy. I can't take it anymore."

Wonyoung just rolled her eyes back and smiled, before wrapping her tongue around his dick and bobbing her head up and down.

"You like that, baby? You like sucking daddy's big black dick, whilst your pussy and ass get destroyed?"

"Mhmm, hmmmm..." She hummed, nodding her head and sending vibrations throughout his body, making him groan and grip her hair tightly.

"I bet you can't go anywhere without dropping to your knees and sucking dicks. It's why you always have bruises on your knees, isn't it?"

"Hmmmm, hmmm..." Wony moaned around his dick, which was lodged in her throat.

"Whose dicks are you sucking, huh? Producers? Directors? Dancers? Sponsors? Fans? Which one is it, you fucking slut?" He asked, giving one final hard thrust to the back of her throat before releasing the grip on her head, letting her talk.

"All of the above, daddy. I suck any and every cock I come across."

"That's what I thought, you nasty fucking slut. How many of them have you sucked?"

"Too many to count, daddy. All you need to know is that your cocks are all way bigger than any of them." Wonyoung said, as she was still getting pounded as hard and fast as the 2 guys could, their cocks slamming in and out of her tight pussy and tight asshole, which were now stretched and loosened, allowing their dicks to slide in and out easily, but not any less pleasurable.

"You're such a good little whore for us, Wony. So good."

"Such a tight little body. So fuckable."

"Oh, yes...fuck yes...right there, guys. Don't stop. Give it to me harder."

Wony's eyes rolled up as she was being drilled from behind, her ass getting pounded by a massive cock, and her pussy getting fucked by a thick black cock.

"You guys are gonna make me cum again, soon."

"So fucking tight. Fuck, girl. You're squeezing my dick so hard, it's gonna be difficult for me not to cum inside you." The guy fucking her pussy said.

"I don't care. Fuck me however you want, but that load is ending on my face."

"Alright, Wony. Damn...such a spoiled little brat, aren't you?"

"Yes. I always get what I want, and right now, what I want is for you to keep fucking me until I cum, and then for you to cum on my face. Are we understood?" Wony asked, looking right into his eyes, with a very threatening look on her face. At least, the best one her cute, perfect face could make.

"Loud and clear, Wony. Now shut up and start bouncing on this cock." He replied, with a smirk on his face, as Wonyoung did exactly that, and started riding the guy, with the other still fucking her tight little ass. As her hands were free, she reached for the two cocks on either side of her and started jerking them off. She kept going at a fast pace, making sure their cocks were nice and ready for when their turn came to shoot their loads on her face.

Suddenly, the guy fucking her pussy started pinching her nipples, and before she could even react to it, she felt a hard cock slapping her across the face.

"Mmmmmm, oh my god, yes. Slap me, daddy. Hit me with your big fat black cock." She said, as he did just that, hitting her over and over again with his hard dick.

"You're not slapping me hard enough, daddy. Give it to me hard. Show me what a filthy fucking slut I am."

"Hit me like the naughty whore I am." Wony begged, before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, just as the guy's cock hit her in the face once more.

"Oh, shit...that's it. Right there, daddy. That's how you slap a bitch. Give it to me again. Hit me harder."

Wony's cheek stung after being hit, but that only made her hornier. The guy in front of her slapped her with his cock another couple of times, before he grabbed her chin and shoved his dick past her lips. Wonyoung was still being drilled from behind, whilst she was now choking on the guy's cock, as he was fucking her throat at a fast pace.

She had never done anything remotely close to what she was currently doing. It was the most intense and crazy thing she had ever done. The fact that she was letting herself be used and dominated by 5 big black guys, and letting them use her body as their personal sex doll, was not only turning her on, but making her feel more confident than ever. The way they were calling her names and degrading her was driving her wild, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, with their huge dicks going in and out of her body.

It was too much pleasure to handle all at the same time for Wonyoung, and so she closed her eyes, and let herself go, cumming on the guys' dicks for the second time that night.

"Ah, she's cumming on my dick. I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock."

"That's it, Wony...keep cumming for us, baby."

"She's not the only one. Fuck, I'm close." The guy with fucking her mouth said, as he released the grip he had on her head, and started furiously stroking his cock right in front of her face.

"Oh fuck...daddy, yessss. Give me your cum."

"Paint my face, please!!!"

"Cum all over my face, daddy."

"Fuckkk, take it, Wony. Take all my fucking cum." He said, as Wonyoung stuck her tongue out, and felt multiple ropes of cum land across her face.

"Ahhhhh, yessss. Keep cumming on my face." Wony said, he shot the last droplets of cum towards her face, with the majority landing on her tongue.

"So fucking good...I love it. I want more of your delicious cum on my face, though."

"We will all give it to you, slut. You don't have to worry about it." The guy who had just cum all over her face said, before grabbing both of her hands, and pulling her off the dicks that were inside her holes.

"Damn, look at that gape. Come take a look at this." One guy said, appreciating the work he had done on Wony's ass.

"Now that's a nice little asshole. So wide open. Good job, man. I also did a great number on her pussy."

The guy put Wonyoung on her knees in front of him and the 2 guys that were already jerking off, and they were shortly joined by the 2 guys that had just fucked Wony's tight holes, as these 2 began stroking their shafts.

"Hmmm, keep stroking those big black cocks, boys." Wony said, looking towards the 5 of them, with a huge smile on her face, and her eyes rolling back, thanks to the feeling of having cum dripping down her gorgeous face.

"1 down, 4 to go, Wony. Whose cum do you want next?"

"Does it matter? I'm gonna end up taking all 5 loads on my face either way, so just come here and shoot your cum on my face, and make my pretty little face even prettier."

"Oh fuck, Wony...you're such a fucking cumslut for us, aren't you?" One of them said, stepping closer to Wonyoung, as he kept stroking his cock.

"Hmmmmm, yes. A cumslut for big black cocks and loads."

"Stroke that cock faster, daddy. Stroke it until you cum all over my face."

"Beg for it, Wonyoung. Beg for my fucking cum."

"Please, daddy. Give me your cum. Please cum on my pretty little face, daddy."

"Shoot your cum all over my face. I need it so badly!"

"I want to be drenched in all of daddy's cum."

"Fuck, Wony. Stop talking, and open your mouth." He said, as he grabbed Wony's head, and pulled her in, before pushing his cock down her throat and fucking her mouth for a good amount of time.

Wonyoung gagged on his cock, before he pulled it out, only to start jerking himself off once more, right in front of her face.

"You like being a good little whore for us, huh? You liked having us pass you around and use you as a fucktoy, didn't you?"

"Yes, daddy. I loved being used like a cumslut by you. By all of you."

"Wony....fuck, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fucking cum...oh, fuck, I'm cumming!!!" He said, just before he started shooting his cum all over Wonyoung's face, covering her skin with white streaks of his thick load.

"Thank you, daddy. Mmmm, that feels so good. I love being covered in your warm cum."

"So fucking sexy." The guy said, as he was now slowly stroking his cock, with the tip barely touching Wonyoung's face, the excess amount of cum slowly falling out of his dick, and on Wonyoung's lips and chin.

"C'mon...who's next? Who's painting my face with their delicious cum next?"

"Me, bitch. I'm so fucking close, slut." One guy said, as he stepped closer and started jerking off his hard cock right in front of her, as the other 2 were doing the same.

"C'mon...cum on my face, daddy. Let me have your cum, please."

"I need the cum that comes out of that big black cock all over my pretty little face, daddy."

"I want to be covered in cum!!!" Wony begged, before she quickly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, after she saw the first ropes of cum flying towards her face, catching her by surprise.

"Take my fucking cum, you cumslut."

"Yes, daddy. Keep cumming all over my face." Wony said, closing her eyes as the cum kept flying towards her, landing on her lips and mouth, some even hitting her eyelids, nose and forehead.

Wonyoung was almost completely covered in cum at this point, with only several small spots left to be filled. She grabbed the last 2 remaining cocks and started stroking them off as fast as she could.

"I'm so close, baby. Fuckkkk, keep going, Wony."

"Stroke those cocks for us, Wony."

"I'm gonna stroke them so well, until they explode all over me."

"You're doing such a great job, Wony."

"Thank you, daddy. I'm gonna milk these cocks dry, and make them cum all over me."

"Do it, baby. Please."

"I wanna see your cute face covered in my cum, baby."

"Yes, please. Cum all over my face, daddy."

"Fuck me, I can't hold it anymore. Close your eyes, Wonyoung. I'm gonna cum."

"Yesssssssssss, shower me with your warm cum!!!" She said, feeling the first few droplets of cum falling on her face, as the guy kept shooting his load all over her face, giving her multiple layers of cum. Wonyoung had so much cum on her face, that it was mostly dripping down her chin and falling on her tits and stomach.

"Oh, fuck me. That feels so good, daddy. I love it."

"Thank you, daddy. Your cum is so warm and sticky. It feels so good on my skin."

"Your welcome, slut." He said, slapping his cock on her tongue, before walking backwards a bit, leaving Wonyoung alone with the last guy.

"Well, well, well...looks like it's just the two of us..."

"You look so pretty with our cum all over you."

"Thanks, daddy. Now I think I deserve another taste of this thick black cock." She said, wrapping her lips around the tip of his dick and sucking on it, while both her hands were working the rest of his long shaft.

"Mmmmmm, you guys are all so big. And you taste so good. I bet I could suck you guys for hours, without getting bored."

"Yeah? I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Hmmmmm, yeah...I would even let you cum inside me."

"You're so fucking sexy, Wony. Such a fucking slut."

"Yes, I'm a slut. Your personal little cumdumpster." Wony replied, as she started rubbing her clit with her left hand.

"You like watching me finger my pussy whilst I jerk your big black cock, daddy?"

"Yes, Wony. I love it."

"Then give me your warm, delicious cum."

"Give it to me, daddy. Spray that thick white cum all over me."

"I've been such a good slut for you guys...I deserve one final big load of cum all over my face."

"Fuckkk me, Wony...I'm gonna cum soon. Keep going, girl." He said, as he took his cock of her hand and aimed his cock directly in front of her face, just before he started stroking his shaft, his hand moving incredibly fast, trying to reach his orgasm as quickly as possible.

"Yes, daddy. Keep jerking your big cock and cum for me. I want it, please."

"Stroke it faster, daddy."

"I love watching you stroke your big cock back and forth for me."

"Paint my face, daddy."

"I want to be covered in your cum."

"Don't you want to cum all over my face? I know you want to..."

"Keep stroking that hard cock for me, daddy."

"C'mon daddy. Cum for me. Give me your cum. Make me your cumslut." Wonyoung said, as she saw the guy's legs twitching and his knees weakening.

"Fuuuuckkk, Wony...here it comes...I'm cumming!!!" He said, just as Wonyoung opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, hoping she would be able to catch at least a few drops of cum, before he began shooting multiple ropes of cum all over her, giving Wonyoung the thickest load she had received so far, making sure to cover any spots on her face that hadn't already been covered.

"Oh god...fuck...thank you, daddy. Mmmmm, so yummy. I love having all of your delicious cum on my face."

Wonyoung's face was a complete mess. She had, easily, two or three layers of cum, coating her entire face, and she absolutely loved it. Her hair was all messed up, and the room reeked of sex.

Wonyoung licked her cum covered lips and tasted the cum that guys' had shot on her mouth, before she brought her hands towards her face and wiped off the cum that was on her eyelids and nose, licking her fingers and moaning at the taste of the thick cum, before she got back on her feet.

"Well...thank you guys. This was so much fun."

"Yeah? Did you enjoy it?" One of them asked, knowing full well what her answer was going to be.

"Are you kidding me? Of course, I enjoyed it. You have no idea how badly I needed this tonight."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, because we enjoyed it too. It's not often that you get the chance to fuck one of the hottest girls in the K-pop industry."

"The...THE hottest girl in the K-pop industry." Wonyoung corrected him, before scooping some more cum off her face and swallowing it.

"Well...we have to go now. The shower is right down the hallway, to the left."

"Is there anything else you need before we go?"

"Yes. Could you guys give me your contacts? I really want to do this again next time I'm in town."

"Sure. Of course, you can." One of them said, writing his number on a piece of paper and handing it to her.

"Thank you."

"We will leave you to it. See you soon, hopefully."

"Bye, guys."

"See ya, Wony."

They all walked out the door and left the room, leaving Wonyoung alone. She sat down, with her back against the bed, reflecting on everything that had happened tonight, from being annoyed by Steven's wimpy behaviour, to being passed around 5 black guys, and getting her holes destroyed by their big black cocks.

It was the first time Wonyoung had ever done something as crazy as this, and she couldn't wait for the next time she would be able to do it. Eventually, she made her way towards the shower, making sure nobody saw her through the hallway.

After cleaning herself, and washing off all the cum that was left on her skin, she got dressed and made her way outside, calling an Uber. Once she was back at the hotel room where she was staying, she was met by all 5 of her bandmates.

"Wonyoung.....where were you, girl??? We were all worried about you. We tried calling you time and time again, but you just didn't pick up the phone. What happened?" Yujin asked.

"Oh, nothing...I was just exploring the city with Steven, and lost track of the time."

"Gosh, girl...you could've said something, though." Gaeul said.

"I'm sorry. You're right."

"So...did you and Steven finally get laid?" Leeseo asked, and Wonyoung was unable to hide her smile.

"Oh, if only they knew..." She thought to herself.

"Look girls...I appreciate your concern over me, but I'm here now, and I'm way too tired to talk right now, so goodnight." Wonyoung said, as she made her way towards her bed and laid down, falling asleep almost immediately.

[star4daisy]

12/02 despise | 13/02 always - 1200 words - @rosekillermicrofic

"Sometimes I really despise you," Evan's voice has no inflection.

It doesn't take away the sting.

Barty laughs anyway, swallowing down his hurt. "Come on, baby. Tell me something I don't know."

"You look ridiculous when you're trying to pretend you don't care."

"I don't care," Barty raises his chin in challenge, feeling smaller now that Evan is scolding him. Barty had felt so powerful when he'd stabbed the man.

Evan studies him for so long that Barty starts to squirm. He can't be still for too long, especially not when he feels Evan's cold stare warming his skin and urging him to step closer, to melt into him.

"Keep telling yourself that."

Barty scoffs. "I don't need to."

"You just ruined my only chance of seeing her again."

Fury rises inside of him again, so swiftly that Barty can't stop himself from bursting. "Well, that motherfucker shouldn't have thought he could be all over you just because you needed his help."

"I was dealing with it," Evan doesn't look like he cares about what happened and it pisses Barty off so much he wants to shake him.

"Were you? Because from where I was standing you were letting him—"

"I wasn't gonna let him do shit." Evan interrupts, his voice raising to the bait. "As soon as I got the information I was cutting his fingers off, but I fucking needed that, Barty. You can't always make decisions for me."

Barty scoffs in disbelief. "That's not what this is about."

"Is it not?" Evan challenges, narrowing his eyes. "Because from where I'm standing you just took away my only chance of getting the only thing I wanted."

Barty feels at a loss, his mouth so dry he fears he might dry-heave. The only thing I wanted. "You couldn't expect me to stand by and watch him—."

"I didn't even want you to be here."

Barty stumbles back. "What?"

"I told you not to come," Evan advances, giving in to his anger. "Why can't you ever listen?"

Understanding finally dawns on him. "Did you know this was going to happen?" Barty frowns. "Is that why you asked me not to come?"

"Barty." Evan backpedals, a warning in his voice that Barty does not want to hear.

"You did," Barty says in disbelief, laughing wetly. "Oh, I'm so stupid. I wanted to help you, you know," his voice betrays how hurt he feels. Barty hates it. Wants to claw his throat out. "You were so excited about getting the first lead into where she is and I wanted... I wanted to be here for you because I always want to be at your side, but you—" Barty chokes, folding in on himself. He's going to be sick.

"Barty—" Evan tries, taking a step closer and raising a hand like he's trying to soothe a scared animal.

"You'd have let him do anything he wanted, wouldn't you? To get what you wanted." Barty realises.

"Not anything," Evan's tone is careful.

Barty can't believe he's listening to this.

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Did you just expect me to be fine with him touching you? With him kissing you?"

"He didn't kiss me."

"But he would've tried."

"You don't know that."

"And you would've let him." Barty accuses.

Evan doesn't say anything.

That's enough of an answer.

Barty feels his eyes flooding with tears he refuses to shed, his body trembling in anger. "I can't do this."

"Barty." It's the first time Evan has ever sounded scared. "This isn't how things were supposed to go down, okay? I'm not saying I'm not pissed over losing my first chance at some real information, but—"

Barty laughs with no humour. "I can't believe you think that's the problem here."

"I lost my sister, Barty. I need to find her." Barty understands that. There's little he wouldn't do to help him, but Pandora isn't here. Barty is. "We can talk about this later. When you're clear-headed."

"There's nothing to talk about, Evan. You would have cheated on me just to get a fucking piece of paper."

"I would never cheat on you."

"Are you daft? What do you think letting another man kiss you means?"

"It wouldn't have meant anything. If it was the only way I was getting what I wanted then why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter? Why the fuck does it matter?" Barty laughs and then he laughs some more. It's the only thing stopping him from bursting into tears. He desperately tries to cling to his rightful anger. He can't even look at him.

"Barty."

He doesn't know how many times Evan calls his name before he can finally look up. He'd been so scared to look at Evan and see no emotion on his face. See that what everyone had been warning him about was true. That Evan doesn't care. Not nearly as much as Barty does.

Except, there's finally a crack on Evan's facade and Barty can finally breathe. He cares. He cares. He cares.

"You know I love you."

A tear falls.

For the first time, Barty doesn't try to claw it off his face.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"So do you," Evan reminds him firmly. "What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to swoon and thank you for defending my honour?" He scoffs. "I can take care of myself. I don't need you to defend me."

All Barty hears is I don't need you. I don't need you.

"You have certainly made that clear."

"But I want you." Sometimes, it's scary how well Evan can read his mind. "There's a difference."

Barty isn't sure there is. "Not enough."

"But it is, though." Evan insists. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want you."

Barty deflates. "Maybe it's not enough for me."

Evan's expression falls so fast that it gives Barty whiplash. "What do you mean by that?"

"I need you to need me back," Barty has never sounded so small in his life. It's pathetic.

"That's not healthy," Evan points out.

Barty can't believe this is what concerns him. "I never claimed to be."

"Baby," Evan tries again.

"Don't," he takes another step back. "Don't pull that on me."

"I won't do it again, okay?" Evan backtracks completely. "It won't happen again."

Barty wants those words to fix everything so badly, but it doesn't erase the hurt. The knowledge in the back of his mind that he knows Evan would do anything to get what he wants. It's what he's always done. And Barty has always admired that so much in him. His ruthlessness. How it calls out to Barty's own rage. How it makes them fit so well together. Now, he's not sure it does.

Barty would also go to any length to get what he wants, but never if it would damage Evan. Not if it would jeopardise what they have. Had. Because Evan has always been what Barty cares about the most.

He feels like he's been stabbed when he realises that the feeling is not mutual. Barty's an open wound. Gushing around all his hurt. He would've rather it be his blood.

(shout out to @ecstarry who read/edited this after i wrote it on a whirlwind <3)

[revelboo]

Cab we have more tfa Blurr pretty plis :3

Sure!

A-Ok Pt 4

Blurr x Reader

• It’s almost hilarious how very uncomfortable he is about touching you as he gingerly cups his hands around you, kneels to set you on your feet, and then backs away like he thinks you might explode. And immediately starts pacing again and muttering. He reminds you of videos you’ve seen of hummingbirds, all frantic energy. Like being still is death. “Watching you is giving me anxiety.”

• Can’t tell if you’re serious, because you’re smiling up at him with one eyebrow arched. And he has no idea what to do with you. His base of operations compromised. His secrecy compromised. What if they bust him back down a rank? When he’d fought so hard for this position, hearing them whisper behind his back that he’s too quick, too fidgety to work intel or to be a spy. That he can’t. So sick of being told that. And you. What is he supposed to do with you? Maintaining secrecy is everything if he wants to find the traitor among them. You think you have anxiety? Pacing as his own processor frantically runs scenarios, he stumbles and almost falls, staggering on one leg when you just step in his way. “Do you want to be stepped on?”

• “Sit down. Right now.” It’s the same tone you use with your little cousins. All business and no room for argument. Don’t really expect him to listen to you, but he slowly lowers himself to sit to your shock. Alright then. Because anxiety is something you understand and this guy? He seems to run on it. Sitting down in front of him, cross legged, you take a deep breath. And he’s just staring at you. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. ‘What are we doing right now?’ He asks, hands fidgeting restlessly. “Taking a moment.”

• A moment when there’s so much to do? Venting in annoyance, he stays still when you shoot him a look. ‘I know that rush. The adrenaline. Going so fast it feels like flying. I love that feeling,’ you say and he watches you press a hand to your chest. Where a spark would be in a Cybertronian and he slowly mirrors you, servos pressed to his chassis. Attention turning inward to the steady thrum of his spark. ‘But sometimes you just have to stop or you’ll drown.’ Like everything you need to do is a wave poised to crash over him. He understands this.

• “I could use some help. A human agent,” he says as you ground yourself with the beat of your heart. And he’s not fidgeting right this second. He’s still. “I don’t know this world. It’s people. Customs. Rules.” Nope. There it is, servos lifting and falling restlessly on his chassis, unable to sit still. Then it clicks. That he’s asking for help. ‘What exactly are you doing here?’ You ask as he gets back up and starts moving again.

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[ladykailitha]

The Au Pair Boy Part 14

There is just one more chapter, can you believe it? It is so insane to me that by this time next week, this story will be complete.

Thank you to everyone who has cheered me along, liked, commented, and reblogged. You guys are the best!!

In this we have Jane's happily ever after and the girl's birthday. And maybe a little bit of that final push for Steve and Eddie from Wayne.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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Hopper was waiting in the front room, pacing back and forth. His face had been shaved and his goatee neatened up. His hair was neatly styled and he wore a well-fitted suit, all paid for, no doubt from Eddie’s coffers.

Soon enough Max was leading a very put together Jane. She was wearing a pink, sleeveless button up with the front tied and a white pleated skirt and matching flats. She put a hand on her head.

Eddie spotted the motion and jumped up. “I’ve got you!” He dashed off and came back with pink knitted beanie.

“Chrissy was learning how to knit for something to do while on tour,” he explained, handing it to her, “this was for Janie, but it was way too big.”

Jane pulled it over her head and then offered a tentative smile.

“Looks bitchin’, babe,” Eddie said with a broad smile and a thumb’s up.

Jane ducked her head to hide her blush as Max assured her that it did, in fact, look bitchin’. In the midst of everyone trying to cheer Jane up there was a knock on the door.

Steve went to go answer it as everyone else went to go sit in the living. He came back with a red-headed woman and an older man with grey hair.

“This is Dr. Owens who will be giving Jane a physical to make sure she’s okay,” he told them, “and this Barbara Holland. Joyce can’t be here because it’s a conflict of interest, but she told me Barb is the best of the best, so we’ll all be nice right?”

Everyone nodded.

Barb sat on the coffee table in front of Jane. “Hello, Jane. I’m Barb how are you feeling?”

Jane looked her dead in the eye and said with total conviction, “Safe.”

Barb smiled and reached out her hand. “Can I touch you?” Jane nodded and Barb gave her hand a squeeze. “I’m glad you feel that way and I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you feeling that way. So the first thing we’re going to do is the physical. You don’t have to get undressed or anything like that and then he’ll pull blood for testing.”

Jane’s eyes went wide but she nodded. Max took her other and gave it a squeeze of her own. She turned to Barb.

“Have you been informed of her being one of the Brenner experiments?” she asked coolly and formal.

Barb shared a glance with Dr. Owens and then turned back to the girls. “Yes, we have and I understand having her blood drawn is super scary for her, but we need to make sure she didn’t catch anything while living on the streets that need to be treated. We wouldn’t want her sick, right?”

Max glared at her for a moment and then nodded.

The rest of the meeting went really well with Dr. Owens being very gentle with Jane and making sure she knew what he was doing at all times. Barb was able to get all the information that she needed. She informed them that Becky Ives again refused to take custody of the girl, but was willing to allow Jane to visit her mom.

As she rose she asked one last question. “Which of the three of you will accepting parentis in loco?”

Hopper stood up quickly. “That would be me. I’ve got a house on the property with two bedrooms and everything she could want.”

Barb picked her file. “Yes, it seems that you passed the background check with flying colors. So congratulations Jim and Jane, you are now a family.”

Jane’s eyes lit up. “Just like that?”

Barb nodded and Jane and Max hugged each other. Then she started hugging everyone else, including, to everyone surprise, Dr. Owens.

Then they said goodbye.

Steve clapped his hands together. “I think it’s time to celebrate, who’s up for pizza?!”

Everyone cheered and Hopper and Eddie shared knowing glance.

~

Of course it wasn’t really that simple, but as far Jane needed to know it was. Hopper had a lot of meetings with Barb and Dr. Owen regarding her health and the kind of life she would living. They were shown her room and where she would be going to school.

Then they started the knowledge placement tests to find out how much she actually knew. It turned out that Jane had spent a lot of her time getting warm in libraries and museums so she knew more about English and history then most of her peers. She was really lacking in science and math, but with Dustin tackling one, and Mike tackling the other she was able to join their class only a month or two late.

Then it was time for Janice and Joan’s birthday. They were born on a bright October morning. The 13th, to be exact on a Friday. Eddie called them his lucky charms.

Steve had gone all out and bought matching everything in their favorite colors. Pink for Janice and blue for Joan. Judging from the way they kept choosing things differently and then suddenly agreeing, it was clear that this would be the last birthday where they perfectly lined up.

Eddie had enrolled the girls in a preschool for kids that missed the kindergarten cut of by this much and they had made lots of friends, that would all becoming to the party.

“You know,” Eddie murmured as Benny and Steve worked to get all the cupcakes frosted, “you don’t have to plan this. It’s not part of your job description and in fact I’d go as far to say that I’m pretty sure I have people for this. Chrissy for example.”

Steve snorted. “I don’t doubt her capabilities, but I live for this sort of thing. Plus, think of it as my gift to the girls, making it the best they possibly could have.”

Eddie smiled fondly at him and left them to their work. He wandered into the family room where everyone was gathered waiting for the little girls’ guests.

Jeff clapped him on the back. “Hey, man. Thanks for having us. I’m sorry we missed the first four, but we won’t miss the next forty, okay?”

Eddie smiled. The guys had really been working on becoming friends with him again. With even Miranda and Jeff moving to Indy full time to be near Eddie and the girls. Brian and Gareth were only in town until after Halloween, but it was great having them as long they had been.

“It’s great to see Miranda again,” he replied. “Has she gotten feistier?” He jerked his thumb behind him. “Because I just passed her on the way in and she embroiled in a long debate with Robin about the merits of foreign film.”

Jeff burst out laughing. “It started about whether Kirsten Stewart was a good actress or not. Miranda said she wasn’t. Robin said that she was the first American to win a French film award and Miranda said that it didn’t count.”

“And Robin insisted it did,” Eddie said nodding along. “I’m going to stay clear of that conversation then. Sheesh!”

“No wiser words that have ever been spoken, that,” Jeff said sagely. He looked around the room and smiled. “That Stevie sure has pull out all the stops for those two little girls. If you weren’t their dad, I’d say they loved him more than anyone.”

Eddie nodded. It was becoming increasingly clear how much his girls adored and loved Steve. He had become a fixture in their lives in a way you couldn’t tell he hadn’t always been there.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Me, too.” He looked across the room where Benny and Steve had arrived with the now finished cupcakes and smiled fondly. This was his family now. All these people, the kids, their families, his band, Chrissy, Benny, too. But most importantly Steve.

“I’m in love with Steve,” he blurted out, eyes wide and more than a little frightened. “But I hired him to do a job, I don’t want to be one of those skeevy guys macking on the au pair boy and ‘elevating’ him from nanny to husband. It sounds like a bad romance novel.”

Jeff winced. That was something that Gareth, Brian, him and even Robin had discussed trying to find a way around. Because it was obvious that they both had feelings for each other. But that was such a hard hurdle to overcome.

“Fuck what other people think,” a warm tamber said behind them.

Both Jeff and Eddie turned around to see Wayne standing there with a cup in his hand.

“It’s not that simple,” Eddie whined. “I’m famous Wayne. His name is going to be all of the tabloids and gossip mags if I even go out in public with him without the girls. It’s going to be a mess.”

“Fuck what they think,” Wayne doubled down. “He loves you, he loves the girls, he likes you friends, hell, Ed he even likes your house, which even your friends find a little creepy.”

Jeff held up his finger and thumb close together. “A little bit.”

Eddie chewed his lip. “I love him. And so do Joanie and Janie.”

As if called Steve arrived at Eddie’s elbow. “Hey, the guests are set to arrive at any minute, can you look over everything and make sure it’s how the girls want it?”

Eddie scoffed. “As if you could produce anything less than perfect.” But he bowed anyway. “But of course my liege.”

“You’re the king of this castle,” Steve murmured gently, “and I am but a servant to it and you.”

Eddie stood up and realized how close they were standing. Their warm breath mingled and their noses brushed against each other. They couldn’t take their eyes off of the other, drowning in the sea of their eyes.

Behind them someone coughed discreetly and Eddie took a step back. Not a large one, just enough to calm his racing heart.

“Lead the way, my stalwart knight!” he said brightly and Steve turned around to show him where everything was laid out.

Jeff and Wayne both shook their heads.

“I thought they were actually going to kiss just now,” Jeff said a little breathless. “Like holy shit, they need to get their heads out their asses, soon. Before the tension snaps like a too tightly wound guitar string.”

Wayne hummed in agreement. Steve was coming up on six months with the Munsons and Wayne could tell that the girls were slowly starting lose memories of Ethan and the hurt he caused, and replace them with happy memories of Steve.

Across the room Steve and Eddie bent over the cupcakes with a smile. They were on a three-tiered stand with Joan’s name on one side and Janice’s name on the other.

“I like the gradient from blue to pink,” Eddie murmured, “with that soft purple in the middle.”

“It’s called lilac,” Steve said with a smile. “I thought it was great way to make both girls happy and their friends having options. The cupcakes are even a gradient, too, with chocolate for Joanie going to marbled in the lilac ones, then yellow cake in the pink ones for Janie.”

Eddie looked up at him in wonder. “You really are a marvel, Stevie.”

Steve blushed and scratched his check nervously. “I just wanted to make the day special for Joanie and Janie. They’ve had a really rough year and I wanted to make their day something to remember instead of all the bad stuff.”

Eddie gave him a fierce, quick hug. “Thank you so much,” he murmured into his shoulder. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Steve just held him tight, drinking in the warmth from Eddie’s body and reveling in the solid form pressed against him. So he took his chance.

“I love you, Eddie,” he whispered, afraid that if he said it any louder then he would break this moment between them. “I’m so in love with you.”

Eddie squeezed Steve tighter, holding them as close as physics would allow. “I love you, too. So very much, but I was afraid of what people would think of you and how that might hurt the girls and I couldn’t–”

“Shhhh,” Steve murmured. “We can shield the girls from as much of the media as possible and I don’t care what people think. I’m willing to take that final step if you are.”

Eddie looked up and into the hazel eyes of the man he loved more than anything. He never thought he would love again after Ethan. Not after all the pain and torment and hell that man had put his family through. But now standing here in this man’s arms? He was home.

“Yes,” he breathed. “But we have a party to host and then we’ll talk, okay?”

Steve giggled. “Better than okay, that’s fantastic!”

And then as if on cue, the two girls came barreling up to them, hugging around both of their knees tightly.

“You guys ready for the best birthday you’ve had so far?” Eddie asked looking down at them with the biggest grin.

“Yeah!” they cheered together.

The party went off as well as it could with ten four to five year olds, six teens, and eight adults. There were two meltdowns and one temper tantrum, and one adult having to step away from the festivities for a moment to calm down.

Robin hadn’t been used to that many people all the time and she got overwhelmed. She stepped out on the veranda and took a deep breath of cool autumn air.

Steve joined her after a few moments.

“I think all children under the age of ten should come with a warning,” she said with a snort. “Caution: volatile under pressure.”

“I’m pretty sure you just described being human,” Steve said with a eye roll. He leaned on the railing and looked out onto the backyard where the teens were embroiled in a very heated game of croquette.

Jane was winning, but Steve was sure she was cheating too.

“So you ready to become Lady Munson and mistress of all you see here?” she asked bumping their shoulders together. Steve snorted. “Oh come on, I saw that hug before the party. That was way more than friendly.”

He blushed and hung his head between his shoulders. “We’re going to talk about it. See what dating looks like with the girls and Eddie being famous.”

“That’s something that is a slight more than there was before,” she murmured. “I’m glad you’re talking about it.”

Steve straightened up and turned back to look back at the party going on inside. He leaned against the railing. “I’ve never been this happy before and I don’t know how to contain all of it.”

“Three cheers to Nancy Wheeler then,” Robin said with a huff of laughter.

“I already sent her flowers with my first check,” Steve said with an answering smile. “I think Eddie did too, if I’m honest.”

Robin burst out laughing.

Just then Chrissy spotted them and raised a glass and a questioning eyebrow. Steve nodded that they were okay, but Chrissy started walking their way anyway.

“And here comes your own chance at happiness,” Steve said to Robin and got up to rejoin the party, passing Chrissy on his way.

Later that night when almost every else had gone home and the girls were put in bed, Steve looked out on the veranda and smiled at the sight.

Robin and Chrissy were chatting with their heads tilted, almost touching. Maybe they would both get their happiness tonight.

~

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[bedouinpoet]

A picture is worth a thousand words

Aaron Hotchner x (photographer) reader

Warning: 18+ only please, SMUT, mentions of torture and murder, emotional trauma.

I hope you all enjoy, may not be my best work but been super sick 🤒 all month and just saw this as a cute idea. Another three part Aaron Hotchner story coming soon my lovelies!

…

You’ve been a PI for over two years and ironically a professional photographer for 5. You got into the detective business by accident really.

5 years before

“Hi! Mrs. Barrows? So sorry for the wait I was just setting up…is Mr Barrows here?” You notice the sadness in her eyes, and the tears you notice swelling in her eyes that made you want to bring her in a hug

“is…is everything alright?”

With that final question her tears ran

“he’s cheating on me”

Oh gosh this is gonna be a domestic “urm did you…is there something I can do?”

She shook her head, her face slightly aged but her beauty never wavering, elegant, fuck her husband, he is missing out.

“Hey ya know what, let me take some pics you’re already dressed and have everything.”

After some persuasion you noticed her confidence building while the session continued and it made your day when her laugh came out at the perfect moment. By the end she received an unexpected text. Apparently her husband was held up at the station (cop). Mhmmm right. Oldest excuse in the book but you keep your mouth shut however apparently your face shows more then you thought

“you don’t believe him?”

you really need to learn to control your facial expressions sometimes

“that’s not my place to say”

“but you think it….i do too I just…I don’t know, we have been married for 26 years I can’t believe it but I also need to know…” like a light bulb in her eyes you could almost read her thought “would you be willing to…if I hired you, would you be willing to…follow him, take pictures…just to see if he is really having an affair I’m willing to pay…”

“like…a PI?” “Please”

….

present day.

Turned out her hubby really was just a cheating ass and you were able to get her the proof she needed to believe it and leave…Thanks to her you found your calling…well second calling as a private detective. And a damn good one you became known as the cold case queen. Solving 15 cold cases in your last two years and assisting the police department in on-going investigations. Yet despite that you never would have expected the FBI to be knocking on your door. Especially in the middle of a photography session with a middle aged couple in a rather riské position.

”ahem..excuse me Miss Y/l/n-“

”y/n will be just fine no last name needed what can I do for you agent?”

“Agent Hotchner of the behaviour analysis Unit, this is Dr Reid and Agent Morgan… we were-um” you look back at a rather flustered Agent Hotchner and you can’t help smirk at the hottest man you’ve ever seen flustered and damn did it turn you on. “You were what agent? It’s alright I can talk and work at the same time Mr and Mrs Auburn don’t mind do you?” They both merely smile and laugh.

He clears his throat “right well we actually are assisting in the investigation of nine murdered woman in the last two years and we’ve been told that you are investigating a murder of a Tabatha Burns she-“

It’s like you can see Mrs Burns like it was yesterday, crying in your arms at the murder of her daughter a year ago, police marked it a cold case but she never stopped looking

”yes I know. It’s my only open case At the moment, her mother hired me a few months ago….you think it’s connected to your nine?”

”yes she fits the victimology and according to her mother the victim..”

“Tabatha….her name is Tabatha, she’s dead doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve her own identity-“

you take a deep breath trying to hold the attitude in, scared that you just offended the skinny one they call Dr Reid. He merely smiles understandably as you notice agent’s eyes looking into your soul, like he’s trying to study you like a book…and you start to wonder how much he can read. Hotchner speaks for Reid

“of course…according to Tabitha’s mother she was running her usual route but never came back”

“yes I went the route to see the most likely places she could have been attacked-“

“and?”

“Well it was during midday so there were others around most of the route but she turns into the woods half way through. Rough ground, and extremely annoying for those of you, like my fine self, who don’t run unless I’m chasing or being chased I was winded barely half way there-“

you notice the model of a man agent Derek laugh and Dr Reid holding in one. But your attention remained on the dark haired stud whose eyes remained serious even as you notice a smirk pulling at his mouth against his better judgement….mmm what I would do for those lips on- you shake off the wetness pooling between your legs as you continue

“anyway you’d need to know the area and be patient, as well as physically fit to keep up with Tabatha, find your way around, AND knock her out and take her to a second location without ever being noticed and not having a single witness…”

You could feast on those impressed looks these agents are giving you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego and confidence. You continued and let them know everything you had…

”thank you Mis- I mean y/n this has been greatly helpful and appreciated, if you can think of anything else or find any more information please give me a personal call here’s my number-“ Hotchner hands you the card and his callused fingers lightly graze against your hand and it feels like a flame in the midst of a blizzard.

His gaze never wavering from you, remaining moments longer as the rest turn away. As he turns away however it’s like you want to stay in Hotchner’s presence a little longer. “Um actually agent Hotchner-“

“please Hotch is fine” you smile at the opportunity to get closer to this man and his warmth…

”thanks…well um Hotch…I wanted to ask…if you do find whoever did this. This unsub you call it? Let me be the one to tell Tabathas mother? She has gone through so much and I’ve made her a promise I will do everything in my power to give her some justice… she deserves to hear it all from a friend….we both know its gonna get uglier before he makes a mistake and you find him and…she doesn’t even know everything he did to Tab…I know its not how things are done in the FBI and protocol and whatever but i’d consider it a huge favour if-“

he grabs your hand and it stops your rambling in your tracks as he gently rubs your hand with his thumb…”I understand….I will call you personally and I’ll make sure to tell the officers”

you smile gratefully and notice his hands remained in yours and your heart beats so loud you could hear it in your ears and you pray he can’t hear it. Little did you know his heart was beating just as hard and his cock twitched as you gave him that pleading look in your eyes wanting to stare at them forever. But Derek pries him away and he desperately wishes everything could stop for a moment so he could have his way.

….

The case went just as you said…a fuck ton uglier before Hotchner and his BAU team found the unsub…a Richard Prine….while he was torturing a young woman that you swear could be Tabatha’s sister. You didn’t even know until Hotch texted you

Aaron ‘the hunk’ Hotchner: We found him. Would you like me to meet you to tell you everything?

Y/N: :( I would prefer you coming over for better reasons ;) but yes you can come to my apartment if that’s alright I’m just doing some work at home.?

you send him your address and within the hour Aaron Hotchner is at your door and damn do you almost swoon at his loosed tie unbuttoned at the top and no suite jacket….but he looks so tired, so worn….its worse then you thought.

“Come in”

You move aside and smell a note of his intoxicating cologne

“please sit…would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

”water’s just fine thanks”

You get both of you some iced water and you sit bracing yourself for whatever he has to say. You dig your feet into the carpet and fidget with the rings on your finger

“his name was Richard Prine ….”

You tried not to throw up as Hotch tells you everything. By the end your head feels like its gonna explode

“fuck….I’m gonna have to tell Tabs mother, how am I gonna tell her-“ you rub your eyes from complete exhaustion and walk to your espresso machine if your gonna do this you need something to keep you going “want one?”

“Sure….when will you go to Mrs Burns?”

his eyes remain on you searching, reading,

“After I chug this down-“

”would…would you like me to go with you? After all I still owe you that photo shoot for sharing all your information you had on the case We can go there straight after and have the night…we leave for Quantico tomorrow afternoon” you almost forgot that you made him agree to a photoshoot before handing your files over. You blush and you gratefully nod and you would hug him right now if it didn’t risk you wanting to jump his bones in the desperate need for a distraction and to think of anything but the terrible trauma that you are about to inflict on an already mourning mother.

“Thanks….I’d appreciate the company”

“Of course. I can drive as well if you’d like?”

“Nah it’s ok I enjoy driving helps clear my head but thanks…shall we?” You quickly grab your red leather jacket and let Hotch pass as you lock your door and put the security code, he stares at the extra security you had placed and you’re surprised to see concern in his eyes…

”I had a couple break ins by some rather angry hubbys who’s wives were none too happy to find out about their many lovers…..and vices”

“ah….they didn’t hurt you did they?” You notice Hotch’s hands clench and you are rather touched by the fact this man already cares that much.

“They tried haha but no usually they didn’t get within two steps near me before they get knocked on their asses” he smiles at that almost challenging look in is eyes and for the life of you you can’t figure out what it means but you want to see how far it can be pushed.

The drive was silent on your way to Mrs Burns as your head turns into a storm of words trying to figure out what you are gonna say, what you should say and what should remain unsaid.

“Just tell her the truth….at the end of the day. She deserves to know and I found with the truth at least they won’t question what happened and they can move forward and try and move on” It was like he could read your very thoughts and his words were a comfort to you. He’s right. That’s all she ever asked of you and you can’t back down now.

…

”the truth is Marge…” you look at Hotch’s eyes and he looks at you with such elegant care and you find comfort lost in his brown caramel eyes.

“The truth is Marge….Tab was killed by a man who needed to feel in power and he took it out on Tab….but the truth is Tabatha was a brave, kind hearted girl and she died protecting another girl, she died being kind and that takes so much strength….thats how you should remember it and her Marge. Don’t give that coward any attention cause he doesn’t deserve it. Tab was a hero and that’s all you need to know” you do everything you can to not to break down as Marge breaks down falling to her knees crying and you fall to your knees next to her and hold her, she grasps onto you for dear life you hug her tight and let her cry. All you wanted to do was cry right by her but you keep your eyes locked on Hotch and his eyes are like a hug to your soul supporting you up and keeping you strong and his smile makes you want to kiss that smile and stay there forever you stay firm.

When Marge’s eyes dry you help her sit and make her a tea before you leave. As you go back into the family room handing her the tea Hotch is holding her hand “you have my most heartfelt condolences Mrs Burns and if there is anything I can do please don’t hesitate to call me” he hands her his card and you hand her her tea before “we should probably head out please try to rest Marge and I’ll come by in a couple days to check up” She gives you one last grateful hug and you both leave. The pain in her eyes and her tears staining your shirt and mind.

The ride back was silent and Hotch respected your need to just sit and think. Even on your way up to your studio he respected it and merely comforted you just by being near. He opened every door for you and let you go first. Once you turned on the lights of the studio you felt a relief in your heart. For a few hours the pain can be subsided and distracted by taking pictures of this painfully sexy dark haired, serious FBI agent. As you stare back you almost laugh out loud seeing this usually composed serious man, stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself and you feel your dominant side arise. “You can relax handsome we just taking some pictures not rehearsing in front of a crowd. Can you take your tie off and sit down on the sofa….there is a waiver on the table I’d like you to read and sign before we begin.”

“A waver?”

“Yup…basically just saying that we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with and if at any point you feel uncomfortable you will tell me immediately and we will stop. I usually take pictures of the sexier or kinkier persuasion, so consent is priority. And if you do decide to share my work you give me the credit and etc.”

he reads through the the contract and you smile….yup he was definitely a lawyer…you can practically see him take apart the entire waiver…you set everything up. You’ve been thinking about taking his pictures, how you want him posed, since you’ve met. You look back to see him sign the waiver. “Perfect….so this is where it gets rather intimate so as I said we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If you can sit here” you point to the chair you had set up, the chair is set backwards so his arms and head will rest on the back, his legs spread.

“Um….how do you want me..”

”just sit on it just how it’s facing me…”

His tie is off but his shirt is still buttoned so you go to him as he’s sitting “may I?” You gesture you hands to his shirt and he swallows hard his eyes slightly dilated. “Of course”

“perfect”

you unbutton his top buttons and you keep your hand longer then nessasry on his chest, you coul feel his heart beating through and for a moment you stay like that Hotchs eyes blow black.. you finally pull yourself away and lightly ruffle his hair. “Perfect now I want you to look down at me maybe have your head leaning against your hand.” He does as you say, naturally and it looks just as hot as you imagined….fuck he’s hot deliciously so…you take a few pictures of him in this position, and the more pictures you take you notice Hotch’s inhibitions slowly break away and his comfort levels increasing. “Ok so this next one is a bit more intimate are you on with it? I wanna go for a dominant becoming submissive sorta vibe?” His confusion evident and adorable, absolutely adorable. You smile and take your camera. you stand up close in front of him…he looks up at you sitting in the chair and fuck, seeing him look up at you with those curious dilated innocent eyes makes you want to kiss him until he begs for breath. Or cuff him to that chair and show him how good he can feel. His breath quickens so you try and remain calm and collected. you step even closer feeling his warmth and his breath on your chest. “You are the type of man who is always dominant, always having to be in control. Sometimes guys like you, need to let go. Let go of control and thoughts and just feel. There is a beauty to it and damn can it feel good.” Your breath quickens as you talk and you can see Hotch’s cheeks flush and heat. He swallows hard and his eyes are almost entirely black, no sign of that caramel, you set your camera….this is exactly how you want him but one more touch…you move your hand faster then you think and your hand is on his throat…’s breath hitches and he almost stops breathing like he couldn’t move “is this okay?” You whisper and he swallows, you feel the action under your hands, his pulse, his warmth, his neck in your hands and you feel the warmth and wetness stick to your panties as he meekly nods you keep your hand there and take a picture after picture. Finally, you put down your camera and before you remove your hand he grabs it to keep your hand on his neck and your grip tightens. You stay there for a moment afraid to move and this whole moment falls apart, you move even closer and your grip tightens just enough to partially block his air ways, you look down and notice his hardening under his slacks and you smirk down at him as he swallows and moves himself into your grasp. You don’t think, you don’t consider you just go for it and within the same second your lips come crashing into his and its like fire to your entire body as his hands move through your hair and pulls so you keep your grip on his neck and make him stand up as your tongue finds its way into his mouth needing to taste him more and you feel his equal desperation…

”give me your belt” you whisper into his mouth and he obeys without restraint, unbuckling his belt and taking it off all in one smooth movement. He hands it to you leaning in, desperate for more kisses but you put your hands on his chest and keep him a step away. He damn near whimpers for the need of your warmth and it turns you on to see this man needing you like you’re his only meal.

“Give me your hands Aaron Hotchner” at the sound of his first name he growls and hands you his hands anything to feel your warmth you keep eye contact and put his hands together and tie them slowly without even having to look…this is like muscle memory for you. Once his hands are tied you can see the length of his impressive hard on trying to rip through his slacks and you take his hands and lead him to the couch. you sit him down and he swallows as you keep his tied hands in yours kissing them slowly and sucking his fingers he growls “fuck y/n please”

“please what Aaron? Tell me what you want agent”

“say my name again”

“tsk tsk tsk don’t you know to say please Agent?” You tease

”fuck…please say my name y/n please”

“mmm Aaron tell me what you want”

he moans just at the sound of his name through your lips and you can feel him trying to grab you with his tied hands but you don’t give him the chance you swiftly move his hands on top of his head and sit on his lap the feeling of his bulge under you, between your legs makes you moan his name as you slowly grind on his lap his eyes rolling back and he almost fights your grip but you tighten your grip on his arms and kiss his neck, biting his neck and nibbling his ears. His moans and growls intoxicating. “Keep your arms up or I get off your lap understand?” He moans and nods “yes” he whispers out of breath. “Yes I understand”

You leg go of his arms and he obeys and keeps his arms up, his gaze never leaving you as you unbuckle his pants and- he hisses at your touch as you pump his bare hard cock “fuck y/n baby fuck yes please fuck” you keep pumping him faster and harder as you grind on his lap and pump, kissing his lips, his tongue attacking yours like a war you don’t want to end. “I said use yours words Aaron what do you want sir? Tell me how you want me” his eyes darken and you can swear he looks at you like prey even as you’re on top of him and he is the one tied up. You are still his prey. “Please….i want to be in you. I need you” you swallow hard at the words as you get off his lap just fast enough to take off your pants and before you can react his tied hands are grabbing you back into him and you don’t even fight it you lift your self up on his lap and at first just put the tip in, fuck this mans impressive even his tip starts to stretch you and you love the needy growls and moans as you tease him further…he smiles as he wipes that smirk from your face by grabbing your shirt and pushing you all the way down his length and you scream out in ecstasy and delicious pain “fuck Aaron!”

“Mmmm” He moans your name over and over as you ride him like a race and you feel your coil almost snap but you keep going you want him to cum first you want to feel his cock twitch and release

“fu-fuck baby I’m -fuck I’m gonna cum” he breathlessly moans into your mouth

“cum Aaron…please cum in me you have full permission” his eyes roll back as you grab his neck and ride him even faster and with his full length inside you he screams your name as you feel his cock twitch inside you and the feeling of his release forces you over the edge and you clench his cock milking every drop of his cum inside you. You stay there breathlessly on his lap just leaning into his forehead “definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever done” you giggle and he laughs “this is my first and definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever been involved in.” You laugh into each other and you start to untie his hands still on his lap….and as you look at him you start to remember one unfortunate fact….this man that just lit your entire body on fire is leaving in the morning and as if he can read your thoughts again he says “if you don’t have any other plans tonight…would you want to spend it together?” You find it adorable as if you could ever say no to such an offer, you smile “of course I would. I thought you’d never ask…and it just so happens I have an appartment on top of this studio….ready and waiting for a night of movies and dinner and a whole lot more of what we just did if I’m lucky” you wink as he laughs and its like music to your ears “sounds incredible” you take his hand and lead him up stairs….you have no idea what will come between the two of you but you are gonna appreciate this night as much as you possibly can and save that smile of his, in your mind forever.

[beef-brisket]

Adam slowly looked up at Lucifer: W-What are you doing...?

Lucifer: I'm making things right. I'm done thinking everything is dine- or normal, because it isn't! I'm sorry, Char. Really! But everything your mother said is a lie... I've made my foot share of mistakes... but I can't let you lice your life thinking... thinking she was a good person. Because she wasn't. She left us once she had no use for us anymore.

Charlie: I... I don't... why... why are you telling me this now-? How long have you known?

Lucifer: I... I've been slowly coming to terms with it... f-for a few months.

Charlie: ...A few months?! And you- didn't say anything?! I've been calling her- texting her- and... and you didn't want to say that she's in Heaven?! I went up there, dad! I could have... I could have SEEN her!

Lucifer: I... knowing Heaven and your mother, Char, I doubt that would have been possible...

Charlie sighed and rubbed her face: I need a minute.

Everyone parted to let Charlie through. Watching his daughter walk away from him was tough, amd reminded him too much of when she was a child.

Lucifer: Shit...

Angel: Just had to dump that on her all at once, short king?

Lucifer: I... I panicked!

Alastor smirked: Don't you always~?

Lucifer glared: Piss off, Bambi.

Kneeling ag Adam's side, Lucifer put his hand on his knee: Adam- please... I'm sorry. I really am... please stay, for a few days at least.

Adam: Days...? I... I guess I don't have anything on... okay- but you piss me off again, and I'm gone.

Lucifer quickly nods and helps him to his feet: Of course! That's all I can ask for.

Beaming, Angel ran up to Adam: I'm such a big fan babe- even after finding out you're Adam- you sound.so SICK! Could you sigh a few things for me, babe?

Adam laughed: How about tonight? I've uh... got someone to see.

Angel: Oh! Yeah, of course! We can chat! I'll even steal some of the good stuff~.

Husk growled: No, you fucking won't.

As everyone left, Adam straightened his clothes and took off his jacket, suddenly feeling hot and overwhelmed.

Lucifer: Am I the person you have to see~?

Adam: Pft, no. I'm going to talk to Charlie.

Lucifer: Huh? Why?

Adam: Fuck, you're blind. Lu, you just told her where her mother is, and you kinda sprung on her that her mother is a lie. That's... a lot to take in.

Lucifer: I... you're right...

Sensing the kings nerves, he petted his shoulder: I won't hurt her. Okay? Not again.

Lucifer nodded, and smiled: I believe you.

-

Charlie was pacing around her office, and she refused to see anyone, even Vaggie. There was so much to unpack, and she had no idea where to begin.

When there was another knock on her door, she was ready to tell them to leave. But they spoke before she could.

Adam: Kid? Can I talk to you for a minute? About everything?

Charlie was silent for a moment before opening the door: W-Why you? Why isn't he here...?

Adam shrugged: Because he's an idiot. And it will only make shit worse. And... Lilith's my sister, I'd understand her more than Lucifer. Now, anyway.

Slowly nodding, she opened the door and let him in. Taking a seat across from Charlie's desk, Adam looked around. There wasn't anything special in her office, apart from some pictures of a snake sinner.

Charlie: O-Okay. Holy shit... hi, Adam.

Adam smiled as Charlie sat in her seat: Hey. So. I... I know what it's like to feel lied to. Especially by her. But, I'm not here to bash her, pr put ideas in your head. I think you've had enough of that.

Charlie nodded. Poor thing looked so tired: I... I don't know what to make of everything.

Adam: I can tell. He shouldn't have dumped it all on you. He's a cock face, that's for sure.

Charlie laughed and rubbed her face: I can't believe Adam of all people is taking more time and care when talking to me than... literally anyone else...

Adam shrugged and crossed his legs: It's not that much of a surprise, is it, babe? I am over ten thousand years old and someone who had a lot of time on their hands. I've learnt a thing or two. I've also... spent some time with your mom in Heaven. So, if you have any questions, ask away.

Charlie: You... You did?

Adam scoffed: Not that I wanted to or had much choice.

Charlie: Hm... is she happy?

Adam smirked: Very. She's on a beach in Heaven. Who wouldn't be happy?

Charlie sighed: Did she mention me...?

Adam sighed: ...No.

Charlie: N-No? Nothing? She said nothing?

Adam: Nothing. Sorry, kid. Really, I am. But, that's her loss.

Charlie: ...What is?

Adam: That she doesn't realise how fucking great you are.

Charlie blushed and looked away: G-Great? Oh, I'm not sure...

Adam: Yeah? Well, I am. I... I don't mean this as an insult, but I think we're a lot alike. Growing up, I had no one. No parents, I had no idea what to do. And... I had a lot of expectations, and others used me before dropping me... but you're a great person, Charlie. I fucking hated coming here for the exterminations. Fucking hated it. But you-? Fuck, you have to deal with sinners everyday, I couldn't handle them for a day... even coming here was a pain in the ass...

Adam shifted in his seat: So, I think you're pretty amazing, kid. I do. Even though you fucked up my life in Hell but whatever. Water under the bridge.

Charlie sighed and wrapped her arms around herself: ... why have me if she didn't want me...?

Adam smiled: I asked that question a lot in Eden.

Charlie: Did you find out the answer?

Adam: shrugged: I was more of an object than a life. Like, a new cup or book. A shiny new thing is exciting for a few weeks, but it wears off... and... I think she wanted you, Char, she just couldn't get out of her own bullshit to put you first. There's only one person that matters to Lilith-.

Charlie: And that's Lilith... mom, I mean.

Adam smiled: You're getting it. And you're dads, just a fool that doesn't understand the basic needs of a child. But you're a good person, Charlie. And that's rare to find down here. Even in heaven. You're a rare breed. Just don't let people take advantage of that.

Charlie nodded: Thank you, Adam... I won't, I promise.

Succubus au

@beef-brisket

@fanofstuff01

(This au was originally on @things-aren't-what-they-seem66blog and was originally thought of by an anonymous ask)

The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

[daisy-01-blog]

Busy woman! (Boss!Gojo x co-worker! fem! reader) 

SMUT 

MINORS DNI 

A/N: Happy Valentine lovelies! stream busy woman by Sabrina Carpenter!

It's valentine's day and you're thinking of killing yourself. Everyone seem so happy and you're just so fucking miserable. You recently ended things with your one year boyfriend.

You noticed how life has been too good for you these months, should’ve known something like this is going to happen. 

You got a promotion on your job!, and your boyfriend bought you a car as a present! life’s perfect. 

Too perfect. 

Turns out he bought it for you since he’s feeling guilty, because he’s been cheating on you. It has been a year, does it mean nothing to him? 

You sold all his presents (except for the car), and on some days you just cried from the hurt. 

Now it’s Valentine’s day, and you feel sick seeing all these people. 

They’re going to break up one day! Does it not matter? your heart clenched as you went to your office. This is so stupid.

*** 

“(Y/N), the boss is calling for you in his office” your co-worker told you. 

You frown, did you mess up your report again? you scoff as you went inside his office. 

Gojo Satoru is your boss, just your usual nepotism baby who got this company from his dad. You wouldn’t admit it, but he actually manages this company pretty well. 

You’re not close with him, just like the other co-worker isn’t close with him

“I need a favor” he said to you 

“And that is?” you asked him 

"Go out with me" Gojo said

"What?"

"Fake" he clarifies "be my fake date"

You frowned “is this some kind of joke?” you muttered. Why did he need a fake-date for? 

“It’s Valentine’s day” he mutters “and my family has been begging me to bring a girlfriend with me on family dinner today” 

“So?” you said “can’t you say no or something?” 

He sighed “he’ll mutate me to another company of his if I didn’t bring anyone” 

“What!” you said 

He huffs “I already like this place” he mutters “I’m already familiar with the people too, there’s no way I’ll leave” he said. 

You nodded “fine, just for a week right?” 

He grins “if that’s the case, let’s practice” 

You blink “practice what?”

*** 

A few minutes later, he’s kissing your lips and you-you didn’t know why you didn’t push him off. You guys are literally still in his office. 

He tastes like peppermint and he smells sultry, your head feels dizzy. 

“Mmmh…” he pants as his tongue entangles with yours. 

He has always wanted to do this with you, and you taste so sweet. 

After a while you guys let go, he grins seeing your flushed appearance. 

“One more time” he said and you nodded. 

***

The family dinner was actually pleasant, his parents are very nice. There’s lots of food and they offer it to you non-stop. 

It would’ve been perfect if Gojo wasn't stroking your thighs behind the table. 

You gasped as he fingers you while you guys are on the family's table. You bit your lips as you hold your moan. 

“Is everything okay?” his mom asked as you nodded, biting your lips. 

“Yes…just feel a bit lightheaded, I just recovered from my fever” you lied. 

They nodded and told you to take it easy. 

You bite your lips as his fingers play with your pussy, and he has the audacity to keep on eating. 

His fingers rub your clit as you hear him chuckle quietly “so wet” he whispers and you squirm in pleasure. 

The lewd wet noises make you feel embarrassed as you bit your lips, shuddering in pleasure. 

As he finds your g-spot, you splurt. 

He grins “enjoying the food?” and you glare at him. 

*** After the family dinner, he brings you to an amusement park-he wins you a big teddy and you guys have so much fun. 

But you-you can’t do this. 

You’ve fallen for Gojo again. 

You’ve always liked him, but give up since he’s literally your boss. 

But now, this felt too real. But you’re scared, he’s just joking-this isn’t even real dating. You felt sick. 

"I think we can't do this anymore" you said

“What?” he paused, you guys are eating cotton candy

“This is inappropriate” you said to him

"But it has only been like a day!" he said

"Happy Valentine, Gojo" 

*** 

It’s the next day, and he calls you to his office-and you have no choice but to go there. 

“There’s something I need to say” he said “I like you” 

You avoid his gaze “I know” 

“You know? then why did you-”

“I’m scared” you sigh “and this isn’t the best occasion, you’re my boss” you mutter. 

“I’m scared it will just be messed up again” 

He holds your hand “I want us to try” he said softly. 

“Okay” 

*** 

His desk creaked as he plows your pussy roughly, you hold your moan as his cock plows your gummy walls. 

“Fuck” he whines “always wanna try your pussy, baby” he said lewdly as his cock makes out with your pussy “you look-ah” he shudders “so good on your-mmm, skirt” he moans. 

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, hips shaking in delight. 

“I love you” he groans, plowing you even harder “and your pussy too” he slaps your ass “I will never let you go” 

The desk creaked as the lewd wet noises filled his office. 

“Be quiet darling” he pants, fucking your pussy “tell your pussy to be quiet, what if people hear?” he moans. 

Your pussy tightens and he grins at that. 

“Slut” he grunts as he slaps your ass “turns you on when people see you huh?” he grunts as he plows your pussy to his shape. 

“Nooo” you whine in pleasure, shaking. 

“You’re mine” he shudders “fuck, here comes the load” 

You both moan as he spews jets of cum inside you. 

He grins “this is just the start” 

You chuckle. 

This is what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

[eirakairos]

Memories - Fall to Pieces

Pairing: Caleb x MC

Summary: Caleb promised to accompany you every time and he uphold that promise... Until the one time, he didn't.

A/N: I didn't expect to write this one a bit long lol This is comprised of the fondest memories I had with my childhood friend (who is now my partner).

Inspired by the song Fall to Pieces by Avril Lavigne

Words: 3.1k

Tags: childhood memories and friends, jealousy, them being in bands, vaguely confession, a big misunderstanding

You are done with your class and walking to the gymnasium to wait for Caleb’s basketball practice. The school is in a moody ambiance due to a storm passing by. Along the way, girls are staying and watching the basketball players doing their drills, you definitely thought they were watching Caleb. You looked at your childhood friend being focused and doing running exercises again. You sighed, it isn’t surprising that many girls liked him… Because you felt the same way too. Well, he is a varsity player in basketball and was also in a band, he just finished his rehearsal with his bandmates earlier.

It is weird at the same time, as you don’t have the guts to confess fully. The closeness, the care, is already in a package. One of the things you love is you and him going home together, it always has been since. It’s been a constant and you always look forward to him or you waiting for each other.

Many people think you two are together, but since there is no official label on what you two are other than being best friends, especially since Caleb is not protesting, many still give gifts or confess.

But Caleb always declines, which makes you wonder why. Maybe he is not that interested in relationships?

The rumble of thunder broke your thoughts, and you were surprised as the rain fell harder.

“Are you okay?” you heard a familiar voice. You looked at Caleb, wearing his varsity jacket and carrying his guitar. “That was a bit loud, it's only thunder,” he reassured. “I’m alright, no need to worry to me about that,” you said, a bit annoyed but it did humor him. “Sorry if it took so long, we started late because of the storm,” he reasoned. “It is still raining, I guess we have to stay here till the rain passes,” You looked outside, it was getting dark and it's still raining, much worse this time. “Do you have an umbrella?” you asked. “I forgot mine at home because I was late,” Caleb sighed. “As much as I wanted to tell you I told you so…” he chuckled when you pouted. “I didn’t forget mine, but it broke, so I don’t have one either,”

You sighed. “I want to go home, I’m getting hungry. Maybe we can run in the rain?”

“I don’t want you to get sick,” Caleb said.

“Eh, I can just take a shower,” you reasoned. He sighed, he was looking forward to eating hotpot with you. “Alright, alright, when it's drizzling a little, we can go,”

It wasn’t long before the rain stopped and you two decided to go at it. Caleb is holding your hand as you two brisk walk on the road. Your other hand was covering your ear, as the thunder was getting frequent and loud. It started to rain again and Caleb had to think fast, gladly he saw a small building with a roof. “We are almost there,” he comforts you as you two start to run towards the building.

You two are standing and waiting for the rain to calm down, yet thunder is still rumbling loudly, and now, you can see lightning as well, making you flinch. While you are looking at the gray sky, Caleb is staring at you. “Hold this,” he said as he gave you his guitar. You did comply, letting the guitar rest on your foot. He went behind and covered your ears. Your heart beats a little fast as your face feels warm. The sight of lightning suddenly flashed, but it was much closer, the thunderous sound followed, making you flinch and lean closer to Caleb.

“Hey, it's alright. In thunder, I get it. But lightning… Lightnings are beautiful,” he said. You looked at him as he smiled at you. You pouted. “You say that to someone who had a history of astraphobia?” Caleb chuckled. “Sorry,” he smiled. His hands are remained to your ears, but you can still hear him, even his breathing. When the rain calmed down a bit, he grabbed the guitar from you. “Come on, let’s speed up till we reach home. The rain won’t be getting away anytime soon,” Caleb said. He places the guitar over his head as he grabs your wrist. “Wait! You’re using the guitar as a shield? Caleb, are you crazy?!” you exclaimed. Caleb smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ll wipe it off the moment we reach home and… Well, you are hungry, right? It is a priority to make you a warm meal,” he said. “But Caleb, it's your guitar!” you said. You were touched but it is a bit ridiculous. “It’s a cheap guitar, I’m planning to buy a better one, anyway,” he followed. “Still…” you said. He tugs you closer. “It’s alright, come on, we’ll run on the count of three…” You nodded as you looked at the wet road.

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

“Happy Linkon New Year!” You yelled as firecrackers were being lit and fireworks were all over the sky. You are celebrating in your friend Tara’s house. You don’t want to celebrate alone, ever since your Grandmother died and Caleb… He is at Skyhaven. He promised he would be home after the New Year since it is packed with people going home on holidays. You are excited about him being back in Linkon again. He has been busy being a pilot with a side gig of being in a band.

You brought Caleb’s old guitar again as the holidays made you visit the old house to check if everything was well. You did send the guitar for repairs to restore it to a better shape. Everything was nostalgic, especially the guitar, as you remembered when you two ran in the rain with the guitar over your heads. He did wipe it off when you arrived home and had a good hotpot together. You started joining bands as well and creating music. After the festivities, you are singing songs, mostly from the songs Caleb used to play. But there is this particular song that you often remember Caleb from when you played it since middle school.

You are concentrating on singing, knowing the lyrics by heart.

“And I don't want to fall to pieces, I just want to sit and stare at you…” You strum the guitar. It still lets out a good melody but it's not as clear as the guitar nowadays. Tara was singing along with you, as she knew the song too before someone knocked on the door. “I don't want to talk about it… And I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you… I don't want to talk about it…”

“Hey, pipsqueak,” It made you stop singing and look behind. You saw him, Caleb… You smiled wide until your eyes moved a little.

A girl was standing beside him.

You placed the guitar down and went to them. “It’s been a while since we last saw each other, no hug?” He smiled and gestured for you to get closer. You smiled again as you got closer, big arms enveloping you. You missed that familiar warmth, you missed his hugs.

“Happy Linkon New Year,” he greeted. You missed him. “Happy Linkon New Year,” you replied.

You parted from Caleb, and both felt a bit awkward. “Oh, this is my friend and bandmate,” Caleb introduced her to you. She looks pretty and smiles at you. You didn’t know that Caleb’s band has a new member. “This is my childhood friend,” he said in return. You wished he called you by something else, but that’s all you two have.

Tara called everyone for the first meal of the year. Everything was a blur. You remained quiet as you ate beside Caleb, and beside him on the other side was his bandmate. You are not sure if this girl is his girl friend or girlfriend.

“Oh that guitar, can’t believe that still survived,” Caleb said, amused. “We will be having a gig next week, are you free?” Caleb asked. “It will be her first debut in the band,” he continued. You started to feel annoyed but kept it in, you don’t want to be rude to the other person.

“I think so? I have a set of band rehearsals,” You answered. “You’re in a band?” Caleb asked, looking surprised. You just hummed. “Yeah, I went back three months ago,” you said nonchalantly. Caleb squinted his eyes but remained in his chill demeanor. You don’t remember if you indeed told him, but he has been very busy for months you rarely had calls from him anymore. He didn’t tell you about this new bandmate, so you felt good you didn’t tell him you went back to joining bands again. “You’re in a band? That’s cool!” the girl said. “Why don’t you and Caleb make a band together?”

Caleb only looked down. He tried many times to ask for you to join him but you often refused. He really doesn’t know the reason why, he would love for you to make a band with him. “She is picky,” he replied. “Our creative pursuits don’t mix well, so it's for the best really,” he followed. You snorted internally at his answer. “He and I jam whenever he goes home, that’s fine by me,” you spoke.

After a couple of hours of eating, drinking, chatting, and playing music, it became more solemn and went to a close. “It’s been fun but I should be going now,” his bandmate said, smiling. “Okay, I’ll accompany you and be going home as well,” Caleb said. You paused and looked at them leaving at the door. Something bubbled inside you, maybe it was jealousy, maybe this disconnect between you and Caleb. You were feeling a little upset, a little.

After thirty minutes of trying to distract yourself from your thoughts, “Tara, I’ll be going now, happy Linkon new year,” you smiled. “Oh, okay, I’ll accompany you,” she said. “Ah, no need, I can go home on my own,” you replied. “Are you sure?” she asked, but she had a feeling why you preferred to be alone for a bit. “Yeah! You did a lot of preparations today, you should rest,” you reassured her.

You were walking in the middle of the night on an empty, dark road. It was drizzling a little but it's not that strong. You don’t care about being wet at the moment and the fact you are carrying Caleb’s old guitar, you just felt hurt earlier. Caleb just left you there! You feel you’re being irrational but you can’t shrug off this feeling for some reason. He promised he would always bring you home, always staying by your side. But you remembered his figure walking away with someone else, leaving you there.

You decided to stay at the old house instead of going back to the apartment. You just miss the memories you had with this house, you remember Caleb teaching you guitar and then playing together without any worries. Now, he feels he is far away, he is popular everywhere he goes, from middle school to university, to when he became a pilot and a musician. While you, you felt stuck, or behind, or maybe you feel you’re behind his shadow. You try to fight it off and want to be beside him instead. You cried your eyes out when memories surge to you like waves. You missed when the world just consisted of Caleb and you. As you two grew older, you diverted paths, he is destined for better and wider things and you are happy for him. But it feels like the distance is getting bigger.

“I feel pathetic…” You sighed and played that song again. “I can’t even play the song in front of him,” You only play that song in secret, just to feel comfort and confirmation… That you still love him, much more than friends.

“And I don't want to fall to pieces, I just want to sit and stare at you…” You strum the guitar. It reminded you of the times he went to university for the first time, you are crying like this too, missing him, but you felt much better after playing the song. “I don't want to talk about it… And I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you…”

“I don't want to talk about it… Cause…” You bit your lip, you sniffed from crying earlier.

“Finish the song,”

Your eyes blinked and looked behind. You almost dropped the guitar as Caleb walked closer while his arms were crossed. You didn’t even notice he was there. You felt words were stuck in your throat.

“Wha-What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Why did you leave Tara’s house?” he said.

“Huh?” you said, confused. “I do need to go home and I can do it on my own, you know,”

Caleb looked frustrated. “I went back and Tara said you already left. I had to run and look for you,”

“Why? You don’t need to, I’m not a kid anymore, Caleb,”

“Then why were you acting that way to my bandmate?” He said, staring at you. And you thought he doesn’t know you that much anymore.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“Whatever you’re thinking is not true,” he said as he sat down. “I was going to tell you about the new bandmate, but we had rehearsals and gigs. The only thing I can do is introduce her to you in New Year’s, the other members were supposed with us, but they went home to their families for the holidays,” he explained. “She lives alone, so it would be good for her to celebrate with us, but that’s only it,” There was silence. You recalled the memory earlier at Tara’s house, you were passive in the conversations and avoidant. In a clearer view, they seemed to be only friends and bandmates.

“You broke your promise,” you finally said it. Caleb was surprised and then got confused. “What promise?” he murmured then it clicked on him on why you left. He sighed. “I was going to accompany you home. I went to Tara’s as fast as I could, but you already left. I was excited to walk with you to home again,” he explained further. “I don’t break my promises and I die trying, you know that,”

You were quiet and looked at the pouring rain from the window, with claps of thunder. You’re sensitivity is more tolerant now unlike when you were young.

“Now that’s out of the way,” he sighed in relief as you didn’t have any rebuttal. “It’s my turn, why did you form a band and didn’t tell me?”

“Does that matter? You’ll know it eventually,” you answered. “I wanted to form a band with you for so long, and it's easier for you to join others,” Caleb said, looking annoyed. “Why don’t you want to make a band with me? It feels like… You don’t want to spend time with me anymore,” You looked up at him, you didn’t know he was upset about it. Caleb felt that distance you felt as well. “No, Caleb, it’s not that,” you sighed. “You’re just… Too good to be my bandmate,”

His eyes flickered, eyebrows furrowed. “Huh? What does that even mean?”

“I don’t think my skills would be good enough to form a band with you. I saw you perform and interact, you’re a professional already, Caleb. Mine is just for hobbies and fun, I guess,” you said. Caleb remained silent, processing your thoughts. He went to ruffle your hair and chuckled. “Hey!” you protested. “It’s more fun to play with you, I wanted to play and create music with you. You don’t need to consider the technicalities, it will come around. I just like to jam with you, just like the old times,” he said. That quells your thoughts completely. “So I ask again, let’s make a band together,” he smiled. You glanced at him and nodded. “Nice!” he said excitedly. “Also, my band knows you as my girlfriend,” he smiled. “HUH?!” You said, shocked and flushed. “Caleb! We’re not-!”

“What? I mean I’m glad it makes sense now, especially since I heard you sing the song earlier,” He leaned closer, your face so close to his.

“That song was for me, right?” he smirked, especially seeing the blush on your face. “I know it's one of your constant classics in your playlist, often when I arrive and leave. I like to believe you have remembered me with that song for years,” You don’t know how to respond. Your heart is beating fast and has many thoughts rushing in. After years of hiding your feelings, it was only revealed because he heard you play this song.

“Come on, let’s sing the last part,” he encouraged. “I want to hear it,”

You gripped the fretboard, contemplating. Your fingers move to the chords and start to play softer. Caleb gazed at you with affection. Your face is already red, you think that it's not fully shown because of your hair.

“I don't want to talk about it… ‘Cause I’m in love with you,”

You stirred awake and saw it was dawn already, your head was leaning to Caleb’s shoulder and your hand was clasped with his. Sensing your movement, his eyes moved and he grunted softly, waking up as well. Upon seeing you, he smiled warmly. “I don't want to talk about it… Cause I’m in love with you,” he sang and teased. You blushed as you remembered it and instinctively slapped his arm many times. “Caleb!”

“Ow, ow, ow! Just kidding pip-squeak!”

“Is it still raining? It’s raining and it’s New Year,” you said and huffed. “What? You can’t wait to go home?” he said. You two are outside the house, it calmed down earlier but the rain came back. “I’m getting hungry, I want hotpot,” you pouted a little. Caleb chuckled and ruffled your hair. He grabbed his old guitar from your grasp. “Don’t worry, I’ll wipe it off the moment we reach home and… Well, you are hungry, right? It is a priority to make you a warm meal,” he said. Your eyes sparkled, remembering one of your fondest memories with him. “I just sent that to repairs that you know,” you said. He smiled. “Then I’ll be the one who will send it to repairs again after,” he followed. “Still…” you said. His arm went around your shoulder as he leaned to kiss your head and held your hand. “Come on, just like before, we’ll run on the count of three…”

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

I SAID I’D BE BACK FOR SECONDS AND NOW I AM!

Another Dr. Stone request if you will~

How do you think the wise generals (+Tsukasa) would react to their partner getting a serous injury or seeing their partner having a near death experience (kinda like Ginro during treasure island where they have to be petrified to be saved maybe?)

😋

Hello! Thank you for coming by again!

I hope this is of liking, please let me know what you think!

TW: Mentions of injury and blood.

Tsuki's note: Children, DO NOT move anyone that has been injured or tht has fainted. Call for help first, then tend to the person ( CPR, Pressure, etc...), but do not move them!! you could complicate their situation.

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Gen

Poor boy freaked out.

He saw your blood running, pooling around you.

He was dying to know what happened, why you were so terribly hurt.

He didn't really know what to do. Hold you? Hug you? Call someone?

Thankfully Senku thought fast and decided to petrify you to rescue you.

He sternly told Gen the details will have to come later, you saving you came first.

Gen had his heart in his mouth.

He couldn't hold your hand while you were being petrified.

But he could talk to you sweetly.

Well, you couldn't be depetrified yet. It had to take a few days to make sure you were fully healed.

While you were a stone Gen would talk to you daily, very briefly.

He also requested Yuzuriha to make your clothes and already have you dressed.

As soon as you were Revived, he hugged you tightly

Saying over and over again how worried he was and how glad he was to have you back.

After this sweet reunion, it was time to fill in the team with the details of how you ended up busted.

Gen would be very anxious if you had to go somewhere dangerous again.

he would try to convince you to stay, but he wouldn't push it too much, he knows everyone has their own roles on the kingdom of science.

Senku

Senku looked calm. He just looked like it.

When he realized you bought time for him and got hurt in the process, his heart sank.

But he had to deal with the issue at hand.

When he was done with the biggest issue, he went to your aid.

You were bleeding like crazy.

He didn't show it, but he was freaking out.

He knew one option would be to petrify you or try to suture you.

Petrifying was the best option - it had less risk of infections and complications.

So a statue you became.

Before you did become a statue, Senku you reassured you would be fine. After all you did this with Ryusui and Tsukasa so, you would be ok too.

You just needed a couple of days to be sure you would be 100% ok.

He didn't need to request Yuzuriha to make new clothes for you, she already knew what to do.

When you came back, Senku had a glint of relieve and happiness in his eyes.

If you chose to hug him, he would hug you too. If not, then he would just pat your head and say " Welcome back, you idiot".

Senku wouldn't mind if you went back doing dangerous things, but he would double check to see if you are ok.

Ryusui

Ryusui didn't quite notice the exact moment you got hurt - he himself was busy trying not to die too.

As soon as a little bit of safety was regained, he searched for you. Scanned the whole area with his eyes.

When he saw you, badly hurt and bleeding a lot, he panicked.

He dashes towards you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, but he did not let transpire how worried he was.

He held a serious, yet calm expression and asked Francois to find help for you.

He stayed by your side through the whole decision making of petrifying you.

He agreed it was the option.

Ryusui reassured you would be fine, after all, he was too! Just trust the process and Senku.

He promised to give/do whatever you wanted once you healed up.

As soon as you became a statue again, Ryusui let his bravado down. He was worried sick.

He asked Yuzuriha to make you fancy clothes.

He also came by to see you for the short days you had to stay like that to heal.

Once you were broken free, the first thing you heard was his laugh and his fingers snapping.

He hugged tightly, but gently.

From then onwards he made to keep an eye on you or ask Francois to do so.

Chrome

Another poor boy that would panic a lot.

When he found you hurt, on the floor, he began to cry.

You were trying to tell him you would be ok.

He asked Kohaku to grabs Senku or anyone to help you.

He didn't left your side for anything.

Upon Senku's arrival, it was decided you would be petrified again.

Chrome was mumbling if this was the only way and well, it's not but it is the safest route.

He wanted to hold your hand while you were in the medusa range, but he couldn't.

So he kept loudly saying you would be ok while crying.

Ruri and Yuzuriha fetched you some clothes to dress your statue.

Chrome would talk to you about the days event. And always promise to fill you in again once you started moving.

When you are revived, He hugged you so tightly and so abruptly you fell backwards.

He was crying again, but this time out of relief.

You couldn't help smile at this fool.

After his he became very wary of letting you go on your own to unknown places.

Ukyo

Ukyo saw the moment you were hit.

He immediately ran to you while calling your name.

He didn't waste a second to seek for help.

From the looks of your injury you would probably need to be petrified.

Ukyo stayed by your side the whole time, having a worried, yet calm expression.

He tried his best to reassure you you would be fine.

After you became a statue again, he kindly asked Yuzuriha to make some clothes for you.

He would come by to see you and talk to you a bit.

Counting down out loud how long it would take to have you back.

Once you were revived, he hugged you tightly and gave a big sigh of relief.

He would ask you to be more careful next time and he would make sure to have you in his sight, so he could shoot any danger that could harm you.

Tsukasa

He didn't quite see when you got hurt.

Much like Ryusui, he was also trying to stay alive and Tsukasa is usually in the front lines.

After the danger was gone the first thing he did was look for you.

When he found you hurt, He kneeled next to you, gently helping you up and seeing your wound.

He would pick you up ( if your wound allowed it) and carry you to Senku.

Tsukasa would hold your hand as your injury was being check, surprisingly he wasn't holding too strongly, it was very gentle.

When it was decided it would be best to petrify you, he reassured you would be ok. After he was revived like that too.

He promised he would be next to you when you woke up and he smiled.

Not once Tsukasa showed how worried and angry he was. No, not at you, at himself and whoever laid hands on you.

Once you became a statue, he asked Yuzuriha a favor to make you new clothes.

Tsukasa would come by your statue and smile. He didn't speak much to you, he just did a promise to find who hurt.

Once you are back, he holds you by your shoulders asking how you feel, before hugging you.

After this, he makes sure you are safe or with a team that can keep you safe.

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Thank you for reading!

[hikakuriyyu]

poison. (Mickey Altieri smut)

⁎ warnings: toxic relationship, arguing, smoking, kissing, cussing, !smut! (p in v, unprotected, no aftercare or foreplay) female!reader. not proof read.

⁎ summary: you hated your life. you were in college, lonely and depressed. until you met Mickey, your current boyfriend. he made you feel loved. seen. but there was a problem: he was toxic. and you loved it...

⁎ author note: heyy. i know i said i didn't write smut, i wanted to experiment with stuff. so here u go, smut lol...

You were drowning. College wasn't helping, and loneliness clung to you. Your only escapes were drugs, cigarettes, and him. Mickey.

You met him on campus one late evening, leaning on a brick wall, cigarette hanging from his lips as he lazily asked where you were headed. It was casual. Innocent. But from that moment, he had you wrapped around his finger. He became your muse, your obsession.

Then came the fights. The shouting. The slammed doors and broken glass. The cycle... It never got better, but you didn't want it to. You loved the way he always came back, fists against your door, voice filled with desperation. The way his hands trembled when he touched you after. The way he'd drop to his knees, eyes glossy with regret and possession, begging for forgiveness.

And you forgave him. Everytime.

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

A cigarette dangled between your fingers, smoke curling toward the ceiling of your empty dorm. You were lucky. You'd managed to score a room all to yourself, not having to deal with a burden of a roommate.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up: Mickey <3, the caller ID said. This was the 11th call of the night. You didn't answer. You just watched it ring, controlling yourself to not give into his desperation.

His voice still echoed in your ears from earlier. The sharp words, the venom laced in every breath. The argument had been bad. Even worse than usual. You could still feel the heat of it, the way his eyes had darkened, the way his grip on your hand had tightened a little too much...

☆FLASHBACK☆

''Oh so now you care ?'' Mickey's voice was sharp, his eyes wild with something between anger and desperation. He stood in your dorm room, pacing like a caged animal, running a hand through his messy hair. You scoffed, arms crossed, a cigarette burning between your fingers. "Don't start with this jealous boyfriend act again, Mickey. It's exhausting..."

''Jealous ?'' he laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Yeah, maybe I am. Maybe I'm fucking sick of you acting like I don't exist when we’re not in bed or when you're not using me to feel something."

Your jaw tightened. "Oh, fuck you. You're the one who disappears for days, then comes back like I should be waiting for you !"

He stepped closer, towering over you, voice dropping to something almost soft, but laced with anger. "Yeah ? And what do you do when I'm gone, huh ? Who the fuck were you with last night ?" he said. This again... Your eyes narrowed. "I was alone, Mickey." you told him. Which was the truth, but he wouldn't believe it.

"Bullshit." his hand slammed against the wall beside your head, making you flinch. "You ignore my calls all night, come back smelling like a fucking bar, and expect me to believe you just had a little me time ?"

"Oh, so now I need your permission to breathe? Well Mickey, you're the one who fucks off whenever it's convenient. Don't act like you're some loyal saint." You sneered at him.

His hands curled into fists, trembling with restraint. "I'd never fucking cheat on you." his voice was low, dangerous. "But you ? You're so fucking detached, it wouldn't surprise me if you already fucked someone else."

That one stung. Your blood boiled, and before you could think, you were shoving him back. "Fuck you, Mickey. Get out."

His nostrils flared, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. For a moment, you thought he might leave. But then his expression changed, dark eyes softening, lips parting, regret settling in.

"Baby… I didn't mean that." he murmured as he walked closer to you.

But you turned away, refusing to look at him. And just like that, you heard the front door close...

☆BACK TO PRESENT☆

You stared at your phone as it continued ringing. It then stopped.

*ding* ''Open the door.'' the message said. You knew Mickey wasn't gonna give up. It took him 2 hours to ''recover'' from that argument. You sighed before putting out the cigarette.

Dragging yourself up, you walked to the front door and unlocking it. The second you did, Mickey shoved his way inside, slamming it shut behind him. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a mess, his breathing ragged like he ran here.

"You're useless." he snapped, jaw clenched.

"And you're a fucking psycho." you shot back, walking towards him.

His lips twitched, something between a smirk and a snarl. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. "You love it."

You did. You hated him. You loved him. It didn't fucking matter.

You crashed into each other, lips colliding in something desperate, messy. His hands tangled in your hair, yours clawing at his jacket, pulling, needing. Teeth clashed, nails scratched, breathing ragged between kisses that felt like drowning.

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

Without further warning, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his body pressing against you. You could feel the heat from his skin and the hardness of his arousal through his thin clothing. His mouth found yours in a brutal kiss, forcing his tongue between your lips and claiming your mouth as his own. You could taste the alcohol on his breath, the fire igniting a spark within you.

He pushed you towards the wall, his hands roaming freely over youre body as he unbuckled his pants. You waited there impatiently, watching as he freed his erection from his boxers. His dick was now fully visible, thick and throbbing.

Mickey turned you around before he entered inside you without any prep. He only cared about his pleasure right now, only seeking you to relieve his stress. But that didnt matter at the moment. You moaned as you felt him stretch you out... ''Fuck...'' you heard him groan.

He then started pounding inside you, not planning to stop anytime soon. His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air, just enough to remind you who was in control.

''You're such a fucking bitch...'' he hissed, his other hand slipping between your thighs, fingers ruthless against your clit. ''And you're a cheater...'' you snapped back before letting out another moan.

His hips stuttered for a second. Just a second. Because you both knew it was true. But he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. This was how you punished each other, how you forgave each other, all in the same breathless, broken cycle. His hand clamped over your mouth, silencing your hurtful words. His hips snapped forward with reckless abandon. You moaned against his palm, the sound muffled but desperate, your climax hitting you like a freight train. Sharp, all-consuming, leaving you breathless and trembling.

The way your body clenched around him dragged him over the edge, a guttural curse spilling from his lips as he came, hips jerking, breath hot against your temple.

For a moment, there was silence. Just the sound of your ragged breaths. Then he pulled out, standing up without a word, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he walked out that door again. You felt amazing and disgusting at the same time.

''Do you think it's always gonna be like this ?'' he asked you as he fixed his clothes. You let out a sigh as you thought about it. Was it really going to be like this ? Argue, hate, forgive, repeat. ''Who knows...'' you murmur as you softly sat down on the couch. You still loved him to death. Nothing was going to make you leave him.

Then, his phone dinged on the coffee table: Message from Sid💕: is she gone ?

The End.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Overindulgence on Valentine's Day Chocolate~ 🍫💦

This was a very silly little idea I had in my head for Valentine's Day. It was originally going to just be a one-shot fanfiction I write but you should all know by now... xD

I don't know the definition of a one-shot fanfiction

My first ever stomach issue related themed sickfic~ :3

Here is the story (bc archive direct link doesn't wanna work)

Now as for the art, it's pretty self explanatory; our favorite silly little CEO received a lot of appreciation chocolate from some of the citizens of Kanai Ward. Touched by the gesture and finally receiving love reciprocated by the city he loved so much, he didn't leave a single sweet treat given to him untouched or uneaten.

This would later lead to disaster ;w;

Thankfully Yuma is there to lend him a helping hand :3

Spoilers for the Story's Outcome below~ (another drawing +further rambling as always lol I always say too much haha... ^^;)

The best home remedy for an tummy ache is a good tummy rub 🩷

Okay, so I was honestly wanting to write a story like this for a while but was incredibly shy about it... Because upset tummy rubs lowkey are another very small guilty pleasure of mine. When a person gets an upset stomach from either being sick or from overeating, I personally find it to be a very comforting, touching and even at times very intimate gesture. (I even remember trying it myself to help a friend of mine w gastritis in highschool)

Sadly, I felt very shy and even embarrassed to want to try and write something like this, let alone draw it out... Tummy rubs are unfortunately often seen as kinks or are fetishized by other people so it's often seen as weird to the public... So it made me feel nervous to even share this story and art. I did have lots of fun drawing it, but I'm saying it right now, I do NOT fetishize this okay? ><;

(not trying to kink shame, its just not my intention here is all ;w;)

In fact; abdominal massages (a.k.a tummy rubs) are actually a real medical procedure to recover the pressure in one's stomach.

The pose of this art was incredibly difficult to draw but I am fairly happy with the way it came out. Yuma looks either doting or affectionate towards Makoto and Makoto looks perfectly relaxed laying in his lap c: Yuma politely took his shoes off but Makoto is the type to leave his shoes on even when he’s laying on furniture (we saw it in ch4 twice lol) They're such cuties, I love them so much💕 (I even added a kitty to convince myself that its cute and not weird... ;w;)

Truth be told, this idea was actually semi-inspired by a little doodle that @cochidinh drew on X. It made me think that if Makoto received valentines from the people of Kanai Ward, would he eat all of them?

And thus this story was born c: (its meant to be silly so please try not to take it too seriously... ;w; They may seem OOC here, I did my best but this is my first time ever writing a story like this so I might be rusty... ;w;)

EXTRA BONUS: Kitty Makoto 🐱

Fun Fact: Did you know that cats only allow belly rubs from a person they trust? :3c I think Makoto is very cat-like tbh haha~

Anyway Happy Valentines Day🩷

Don't eat too much chocolate now! 💦

[dont-sneeze]

Another Cheesy Solangelo Valentine story:

"Doctor Solace?" One of the nurses knocked on the break room door the second Will pulled out his frozen lasagna box to microwave for his lunch. "There's someone here to see you. They say they're very sick and need to speak with you immediately."

Will's brow furrowed as he paused his way to the microwave. "If they're that sick, shouldn't they go to the ER?"

The nurse shrugged. "They're requesting you and I don't think they're going to leave without seeing you."

Sighing, Will put his lunch back. He actually had a full hour for lunch today, something he worked hard on making sure he kept clear of appointments, and was really looking forward to it, but of course it wasn't actually going to happen. He just hoped that whatever this was, it would be quick. He promised Nico he'd call–A valentines date over the phone while he was on lunch wasn't ideal, but Nico was out of town visiting Hazel and Frank for the week, so they had to work with what they had.

"They're in examination room 30B." The nurse informed him before leaving.

That should have been his first clue. 30B? Why would the nurse put them in that room? It wasn't ever used for an examination room anymore. In fact, it was the unofficial break room for the staff who just needed a moment or two to themselves and to collect their thoughts in peace and quiet.

Once he approached the door, his second clue should have been the gentle music that was playing from inside the room. Abba's Lay All Your Love on Me was starting into the second verse. Slowly, completely confused, he pushed the door open.

The light's were off, and the blinds were down, but on the floor were a few artificial candles which casted a soft glow around the room, letting him see the blanket spread out on the floor, scattered rose petals on it, the picnic basket that seemed to be overflowing with his favorite foods, and his fiance, sitting on the blanket with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Surprise?" Nico greeted.

Will stepped inside and closed the door behind him, attempting, but failing, to hide the stupid grin on his face as he stepped over to him. "What in the world are you doing here?"

"Didn't the nurse tell you? I'm extremely sick. You're the only hope I have for a cure." Nico pulled himself up off the ground.

"Oh, are you now? What are you sick with?"

"Lovesickness." He took Will's hand in his, kissing it.

Will snorted, amused, and completely in love. "I can tell." He gestured to his freehand at the romantic display in front of him. "None of this is like you at all. What's gotten into you? Also, aren't you supposed to be on the other side of the country with your sister right now? Please don't tell me you cut off your trip with her just for this."

His shoulders dropped, just a bit, before he shrugged. "Frank and Hazel had an emergency foster kid placed with them. Of course they told me I could stay, but I know how important those first few days are and I didn't want to get in the way."

"So instead you flew back home…and bought overpriced and very cheesy valentines decorations, set them up at my work, and had one of my colleagues trick me?"

"It wasn't a trick!" Nico grinned, clearly proud of himself. "I really am lovesick. I missed you, so much, even if it has only been a few days."

Will took Nico's face in his hands, gently pressing a kiss to his hair. "I missed you too. The apartment feels so empty without you. But that still doesn't explain all this." He once again gestured to the room.

Nico shrugged. "We've never really celebrated like this before. I thought you'd enjoy it."

"Every single year, you've told me that it's cheesy and a marketing scheme."

"Yeah, because it is. But that doesn't mean you think that. I realized I never asked you how you felt about it all."

At that, Will bent down to kiss his fiance. "I love you," was Will's reply. "And I'll love you the same, rose petals and candles from Aphrodite herself, or skeletons of the undead from your dad. Whatever you give me, whatever you do for me, is a gift I will love and always treasure."

Nico just about melted at those words. "Good. Because buying all this was almost painful. The clerk at the checkout desk said whoever I was buying these for was a real lucky lady. So you better feel lucky."

Will snorted and wrapped his arms around Nico. "I'm the luckiest lady." He teased, holding him close. "I missed you, Nico."

"And I missed you." Nico eventually pulled back and handed Will a large wrapped box. "I got you something while I was at Hazel's. She took me for a walk along the beach- I saw it at a craft market on the beach and couldn't help but think of you."

Will hand to use both hands to open the gift, wrapped in black wrapping paper with silver little hearts and skulls on it. He handed Nico a piece of the wrapping. "This is much more you." He pointed out with a smile. "I knew you were still in there under all the candles and rose petals."

Nico laughed at that, taking the paper from him obediently, but he was clearly nervous as Will opened the present.

To Will's surprise, it wasn't a box that was wrapped, it was a guitar case. Inside sat a beautiful, hand painted acoustic guitar. The design on it was sunflowers, bright and light and everything that Will was to Nico.

"Nico…" Will whispered as he took it out of the case, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Then he noticed on the back, there was a different design, the sunflowers beautifully fading into an intricate galaxy of stars.

Nico shuffled his feet a bit, blushing. "I know you've been looking for a new guitar since your old one broke, and I know next to nothing about guitars, so it's probably not even the right kind you were looking for but-"

"It's perfect." Will looked at him through teary eyes, not even trying to hide them. "Thank you. I love it. I love you."

Nico stepped forward again, pointing to hand painted words on the very bottom of the guitar. "I had the artist write this when I bought it…"

Thank you for being the sun in my galaxy.

"It's so cheesy, I know, but.." He trailed off with a shy shrug.

"It's a good thing I really like Cheese. Especially this kind." Will grinned, and after another look over the instrument, he placed it back in the case and wrapped Nico in his arms again. "If we weren't already engaged, I'd propose to you right here on the spot."

Nico couldn't help but laugh. "On valentines day, no less. When did you become such a romantic?"

Will laughed as well. "What can I say? You know just how like my cheese."

"I'd say yes again, by the way. If you asked me."

Kissing his head again, Will's smile only grew. "I'm very happy to hear that."

"And I can't wait." Nico grabbed Will's hand to admire the simple black band on his finger. "But there's also icecream in that picnic basket that can't wait either–if we don't eat it right now, it will for sure be soup."

As they sat down, their sides pressed into one another and Will's arm around Nico, they began to empty the basket, while Abba continued to sing Lay all Your Love on Me from Nico's phone.

"Do you just have this song on repeat?"

Nico quickly grabbed it and turned it off. "Yes. I wanted it playing when you walked in, but I didn't know how long you'd take to get here so I put it on repeat, and then I forgot about it."

"And why that song?"

"Because it's the only sappy love song I can stand hearing more than once. ....and I know Abba is one of your favorite groups."

Will snorted again.

"...and I know Abba is your favorite."

"Aww." He kissed Nico's head. "I really have misssed you, you know." Will said once more as he grabbed a spoon, feeding a bite of very soft but not quite soup icecream to Nico, before taking a bite himself.

"Sorry it's all melty."

"Soup ice cream with you is better than frozen lasagna on a phone call with you." He pointed out. "Of course, I won't complain that those were my plans, I was just happy to talk to you. But this? This is much, much better." Will decided he'd never seen a more beautiful sight than Nico's relaxed, happy smile in the low light from the candles. "Happy marketing scheme day, my love."

[thanossssss]

Hiii!!! I recently found your blog and I LOVE your writing, I was wondering if you could do regressor nam-gyu and caregiver Thanos.

Where nam-gyu regressed while he was at work, but Thanos who was performing there saw and comforted him!

It would be awesome if you could, take your time!

Regressor! Nam-gyu w/ Caregiver! Thanos

Summary: Nam-gyu is tired and stressed at work, which leads to him regressing. Thanos notices during his show, and comforts him once his performance is over.

Contains: Age regression, small mentions of a bar, small mention/implication of alcohol, crying, pacifiers, cuddling.

Not proofread.

Nam-gyu always loved when Thanos would perform at Club Pentagon and enjoyed watching his performance, but tonight he wasn’t paying any attention to what was happening on stage. Nam-gyu felt so exhausted and his mind felt very fuzzy. He knew he was regressing, and fast too, but there was nothing he could do about it right now. He couldn’t just run over to Thanos and tell him what was happening while he was performing, he had to just wait for him to be.

For a few minutes now, Nam-gyu had been sitting on one of the stools at the bar. He had his head down and was listening to Thanos perform his last song of the night. Though, listening to Thanos sing and rap, only made him miss and want him more. Nam-gyu just wanted to be held by Thanos until he fell asleep in his arms. He could feel tears slowly forming in his eyes, becoming upset over the fact that Thanos wasn’t with him at this very second.

While Thanos was performing, he kept his eyes locked on Nam-gyu as soon as he noticed him at the bar. He couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong, but he was thinking that Nam-gyu might’ve had too much to drink and now felt sick. Whatever it was, Thanos couldn’t help but be a bit worried about him.

Once the song was over, Thanos got off the stage and went over to Nam-gyu. He sat at the bar and on the stool beside him and placed his hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

“You weren’t watching me perform like you always do? Was I not as good as I usually am?” Thanos joked, but he only got a small whine in response as Nam-gyu slowly lifted up his head. Thanos’s smile dropped when he noticed Nam-gyu’s teary eyes and sad expression.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why are you crying?” Thanos questioned while being to slowly move his hand towards Nam-gyu’s face and wiped away his tears. Nam-gyu attempted to speak, but all he managed to get out was small, incoherent mutters and whines. Because of this, Nam-gyu began to cry out of frustration, due to not being able to properly communicate with Thanos.

“It’s okay, buddy. Calm down.” Thanos stood up and hugged Nam-gyu while rubbing his back a little. “Your shift is over right? If not, I can tell your boss you’re not feeling well and you need to go home.” Thanos spoke to him. Nam-gyu nodded slightly, his face hidden in Thanos’s shirt.

“Yeah your shift is over?” Nam-gyu nodded once more. “Alright good, let’s get you home then. You shouldn’t be here when you’re so little.” Thanos said. Nam-gyu sniffled and looked up at Thanos with his teary eyes. Thanos gave him a comforting smile while running his fingers through his hair.

“You’re alright, baby. I’m going to get you home and take care of you. I know you’re tired and stressed.” Thanos told Nam-gyu while helping him stand up. Nam-gyu whined softly when Thanos pulled him up to his feet. “Hold my hand, buddy. I got you.” Nam-gyu did as Thanos said and held a very tight grip onto his hand.

Thanos slowly walked with Nam-gyu out of the club and to the car. He would’ve rushed out with Nam-gyu, but due to him being so little, Nam-gyu had a hard time keeping his balance and kept stumbling. So, Thanos walked with him at a slow pace, in order to keep Nam-gyu from falling and possibly getting hurt.

Thanos smiled at Nam-gyu as he buckled him into the car. Nam-gyu quietly stared at him with a sleepy expression. Once he got the seatbelt over Nam-gyu, Thanos closed the passenger side door and went over to the driver’s side. Though, while he did that, Nam-gyu immediately started to whimper as his lip quivered and his eyes quickly became teary again.

He was in such a small headspace that he couldn’t understand where Thanos had gone to and why he had left. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be alone and he only wanted Thanos. It only took a few seconds for Thanos to get in the car, but when he did, he saw Nam-gyu crying while covering his face with his hands.

“Oh, what happened, baby? I was only gone for a couple seconds..” Thanos frowned. Nam-gyu hiccuped a few times, before he wiped the tears from his face and looked over at Thanos. He grabbed onto his shirt, sniffling as he stared down at his lap.

The car ride home was quiet. Thanos did try to talk to Nam-gyu a couple times, but he never got a response. Nam-gyu was too little to be able to properly talk to Thanos, and he also just felt too sleepy to make any sort of noises. Though, Thanos understood. He knew Nam-gyu was sleepy and needed to get home.

Once they arrived home, Thanos was quick to get Nam-gyu out of the car and carried him into the house and to the bedroom. While Thanos carried him, Nam-gyu clung to him tightly as small, sleepy whines left him. When they got to the bedroom, Thanos laid Nam-gyu down on the bed, causing the man to immediately start whimpering as he reached for him.

“I’ll pick you up in a moment. I’m just going to change you into your pajamas, okay?” Thanos told him, before going over to the closet. As he got the pajamas, all Thanos could hear was Nam-gyu’s little cries and whines, obviously wanting Thanos back. Thanos rushed to get his pajamas, as well as grabbing his blanket, a pacifier, and a pacifier clip.

“You’re okay, baby. I’m right here.” Thanos said to him while beginning to help him change out of his work clothes. Thanos had a bit of trouble with getting Nam-gyu dressed, since Nam-gyu kept trying to grab and hold onto his hands for comfort, but Thanos did eventually manage to get him dressed. Once he did, he clipped the pacifier to Nam-gyu’s shirt, so he wouldn’t lose it, then put it in his mouth and gave him his blanket.

“Come here, little man.” Thanos spoke softly as he picked up Nam-gyu and held him in his arms. Nam-gyu laid his head down on Thanos’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Thanos carried him over to the rocking chair they had and sat down, slowly rocking Nam-gyu to sleep.

Thanos hummed to Nam-gyu and played with his hair, only making him even sleepier. It didn’t take long at all for Nam-gyu to fall asleep. Thanos smiled when he knew Nam-gyu had fallen asleep, due to hearing his quiet, little snores as well as feeling a tiny wet patch on his shoulder, from Nam-gyu drooling in his sleep. Thanos turned to Nam-gyu and gave him a small kiss on his head, before whispering to him.

“Goodnight, baby boy.”

[zepskies]

I know you're telling me not to worry in your AN, but I can't help but worry. 😬😬😬 That supe virus was nasty AF in season 4.

In those breaks, he scoured the Internet for answers and tried to keep his frustrations over it quiet with little grunts and a deeply creased brow.

As ominous as this situation is, there's something really cute about picturing Ben doing this lol. He loves her fr fr. 💗

“I told you not to worry. I’m alright,” she says, her throat dry and her voice coarse. Her words are meant to soothe her husband. She can see the worry shimmering in his juniper eyes. She’s lucky he’s not a supe anymore, or he would’ve gone nuclear a while ago.

Small favors? 😅 Your worldbuiding with the cure vs. the virus is so interesting here. I'm wondering how they're going to get her better at this point if they can't make her a non-supe...

And admittedly, she knows she might be in denial. If true, it seems like a cruel trick the universe is playing on her. Giving her all she’s ever wanted and take it away immediately after? It definitely feels like a cosmic joke all the Gods are laughing about. But deep down, she knows it’s true. She knows she’s screwed, but she doesn’t know how to tell Ben. He’ll lose his shit. She knows he’s not built for this.

But that moment where she literally coughs blood is so visceral. 😭 Really well done, even though my heart is in my throat now. 🫠

Ben pulls the knitted wool blanket up to her shoulders and gently kisses her temple. It’s been two hours since she’s fainted in the supermarket, and she’s still burning up.

So sweet. 😭 I was expecting his call to Victoria lmaooo, aaaand it went about as well as I expected loll. You've soothed my worries that she was the one who might've had something to do with the reader getting sick, but I'm still on the edge of my seat on how you're going to fix this...

“I know where the fuck it is,” Ben grits, his brow densely creasing with a mix of confusion and angry suspicion. “What exactly do you think I’m gonna fucking do with it?” “Shoot me.” Her eyes are steady and firm, his voice is sterner. “No.” The word booms through the living room, threatening to quake the earth and shake books off their shelves.

I felt that No in my chest, jeezus. 😭😭

“Well, if you’re behaving like a fucking baby…” he retorts and patiently follows her frantic steps. “You also won’t find fucking scissors and pills, either.” “Ironic coming from you,” she scoffs, opening and shutting cabinet doors in the desperate search for something strong enough to put her out of her goddamn misery. “Yeah, how do you think I knew which shit to hide, huh?” he asks rhetorically and takes a careful step closer, cornering her between counters and appliances. “Would you stop that now and fucking talk to me?”

Oh my Goddd their rehab days coming to bite her in the butt loll. But good on Ben for learning something! 😂

“Is that you or the fucking V talking, huh?” Ben has never said it out loud before, but he hated how that blue shit changed her. Sure, it only amplified certain parts of her that he supposes have always been there, but it made her less caring, more arrogant, too.

Honestly I could see this. 💔 The V changes people, typically for the worst. And with her, I still feel like she was all too quick to suggest divorce after everything she and Ben had been through.

He feels a flood of relief rush through his body. Thank fucking God, because he’s totally been bluffing.

lmfaoo. I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. 😂

She had barely gotten that. She stupidly sacrificed it all for him, and he still wishes she would’ve never done that. He was supposed to die that day with Homelander. It had been his time. Not hers.

Aww not the survivor's guilt!!

“You selfish fucking prick! You can’t even let me die in peace?!” she grits through her teeth, fighting another surge. She feels the nausea too, like a parasite trying to flee its host through her throat. “Look, I’m fucking sorry, but I had to take the shot, alright?!”

OhGodohGodohGod!! Her anger is so valid, but also, I can't help but root for Ben's side on this one. 😅

She sends him a weak smile and mouths, ‘I love you, too.’ And all there’s left then for him to do is staring at a closed bedroom door. And waiting. Fucking waiting…

oooooh the waiting. But at least it's not a long wait!! loll So excited for the grand finale tomorrow!! I have a feeling Ben's gamble is gonna pay off, thanks to the one time he paid attention to science. 🤓

Lover – Part 2

Series Summary: Free from his past, Ben’s trying to move on and find a little drop of happiness in this new world. But when he finally holds everything he ever wanted in his hands, it threatens to slip through the cracks, and he has to fight one final time with everything he’s got to keep it.

🫡 Catch up here! Sequel to Rehab & Video Games.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ due to language & mature themes, established relationship, Soldier Boy x wife!reader, human!Soldier Boy, angst with a side of hurt/comfort, sickness & generally gross descriptions thereof (the Gen V virus says hello 👋 – with minor adjustments), tw: mentions of euthanasia & suicide, sprinkles of fluff between

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Don't read too much into the whole virus situation, guys. I promise this is a full fix-it, and that annoying little bug is just how we're gonna do that 😜 Come tomorrow, all's well because we all know the V stands for... I do this joke every year, don't I? Never mind! Happy reading! 💕

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Part 2: Lovesick

Ben’s worried. Y/N keeps saying she’s fine.

They stroll through the supermarket. Benny pushes the cart in front of them, racing down the aisles.

She woke up this morning around eleven o’clock after a thirteen-hour sleep. He’d held a small mirror under her nose several times at night to assure himself she was still breathing. She never woke up. She’d looked so peaceful it had almost been creepy.

She also sweat through her sheets and jittered like a leaf in the wind. He tried to hold her when she was freezing and gave her distance when she was ablaze. In those breaks, he scoured the Internet for answers and tried to keep his frustrations over it quiet with little grunts and a deeply creased brow.

The hard lines on his face are still there, though. They never left.

Ben isn’t entirely clueless, however. Sure, he’s spent some four decades locked away, then came back for a short period of time to a world he can barely understand, only to be put to sleep and experimented on some more for a couple of years. People don’t really expect him to follow the news at this point, and they’re not wrong in their assumption – he rarely ever gives a shit.

But he remembers how she’d given him an update of the world’s dire state when he’d first gotten to the clinic. She’d mentioned a virus – one designed to kill any supes. The plan was to wipe everyone out. Biological warfare, they’d called it. It hadn’t come as a surprise to Ben. He’d seen this all before. Hell, he’d even helped with some of those things back in his glory days.

The virus had been one more reason, one more need for the cure. It had been the perfect deal: If you can’t kill ‘em, cure ‘em. But once that infectious little vial was opened, well, it had been hard to put the genie back inside.

The cure acted as both a vaccine and a remedy against the virus. Soon, the pesky little thing was pushed back but was never quite eradicated. It had eventually slowed its progression but never became any less deadly.

Now, instead of quick and painless, there was agonizing and torturous.

But Y/N can’t take the cure. He might as well kill her this second out of mercy.

When she woke up from her beauty sleep this morning, she admittedly looked better. She said she felt better. Ben still didn’t believe her. She barely touched her food, picked at her breakfast, and ended up only eating the leftover crusts of their son’s toast. He watched her from his periphery as he nursed his coffee in the kitchen, stoically worrying more.

Y/N coughs once more next to him as they pass the frozen food aisle. Ben eyes her cautiously. She’s done it all morning. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to help her or how to stop it. Not even the blue vial could help him fix it. He doesn’t even know if it’s real yet. Is it normal? Is he overreacting?

She coughs again. He shakes his head and bites his tongue.

“You okay?” he checks gruffly, his voice thick with tension and concern, but he already expects her answer.

“I told you not to worry. I’m alright,” she says, her throat dry and her voice coarse. Her words are meant to soothe her husband. She can see the worry shimmering in his juniper eyes. She’s lucky he’s not a supe anymore, or he would’ve gone nuclear a while ago.

And admittedly, she knows she might be in denial. If true, it seems like a cruel trick the universe is playing on her. Giving her all she’s ever wanted and take it away immediately after? It definitely feels like a cosmic joke all the Gods are laughing about.

But deep down, she knows it’s true. She knows she’s screwed, but she doesn’t know how to tell Ben. He’ll lose his shit. She knows he’s not built for this.

She coughs again into a used tissue, which she has stored in her pocket since last night. Her tongue tastes something metallic – copper and iron. And when her eyes land on the white cloth, they notice spots of a deep, scarlet red.

She stops walking then and swallows thickly, her hands trembling as her eyes transfix on the blood. Ben halts as well when he realizes she’s not moving. He sees the panic in her face, sees she’s a lot paler now than the night before. Her skin looks clammy, her eyes red, weary, and dazed as if she had just taken a hard hit from one of his blunts.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asks and steps closer. He cocks his head at her, the creases of his brow now harsh lines. She seems out of it, confused. She doesn’t even seem to understand his question, let alone be capable of answering.

Her mouth opens, but instead of words, she only inhales shakily like it’s the last breath she’ll ever take. Ben barely reaches her fast enough when her eyes roll back into her head till there’s only shining white and her knees begin to buckle.

Ben pulls the knitted wool blanket up to her shoulders and gently kisses her temple. It’s been two hours since she’s fainted in the supermarket, and she’s still burning up.

He caught her just in time before her head hit the linoleum. He shooed away a group of concerned strangers that had gathered around them, assuring them that his wife was fine and just experiencing a minor dizzy spell. He sold it with a humorous eye roll and chuckled the word “women” before grabbing the kid and carrying her quickly out of the store and into the car. If she hadn’t been out cold, he’s certain he would’ve heard several objections to that comment.

Ben knows he can’t take her to a hospital, however. No one knows she’s a supe, and these days, they don’t receive the best treatment – too many bridges burnt after Homelander’s reign of terror. People have become angry, fearful, and distrustful.

Again, he feels a little responsible. He’s sure Soldier Boy had laid some groundwork for that, too.

Softly, the door to their bedroom clicks shut, her phone in his hand as he searches her contacts. His shoulders tense as he reaches the one he needs. His jaw tightens as he holds it to his ear and waits for an answer.

“Hey, I figured you’d call. Already fed up with the wrinkly dick and coming back?” Victoria Neuman’s voice sounds through the speaker, causing Ben’s hair to stand up on its ends.

Chalk on fucking board, he thinks and bites the anger back. He hates talking to that bitch, hates being nice, and hates asking for favors. But he swallows the acrimony down for the sake of his wife.

“It’s me,” Ben grits and feels his jaw beginning to ache. Why the fuck does everything hurt all the time? It’s something he figures he’ll never get used to – every time his back cracks and creaks in the mornings.

“You have exactly five seconds to tell me she’s not locked up in your basement before I make a few calls and let hellfire rain down on you, you decrepit piece of antiquity,” she bites her threat, but Ben can hear the concern in her voice, although he doesn’t give it too much weight. She’s probably faking it like her orgasms.

“Look, I wouldn’t fucking call if it wasn’t serious, you cunt,” Ben snaps and squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing the surge of fury and impatience out of his temples.

His admission causes a beat of silence on the other end. “What’s going on?” Neuman then finally asks and swallows down her own snarky remarks.

Ben licks his chapped lips before pushing the words out. “She’s-… she’s sick.”

There’s another long pause. “She can’t be sick. She’s a supe.”

“I fucking know that.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah…”

They both sigh (and both hate that they have something in common).

“I-… I have the cure,” Ben says and bites down on his tongue immediately after. He doesn’t want to show her all his cards.

“You can’t give it to her. It’s going to kill her,” Victoria reminds him firmly.

“The fucking virus is gonna kill her too, right?” Ben’s eyes drop to the floorboards that hold the solution to all his problems underneath.

“Yeah, it is,” Victoria admits. “What are her symptoms? You sure she’s not just pregnant?”

“I fucking hope not.” There’s a sentence he never expected to say. But– “I haven’t fucking cum inside of her for months.”

“Charming,” Neuman retorts on the other end.

“Wait, do you fucking know something? Did she cheat on me?” The grip around the phone in his hand tightens. Was that why she forgave him so fast and said she believed him?

“Unfortunately, no,” Victoria replies with obvious disappointment. Ben refrains from releasing the sigh of relief he feels. “Believe me, I’ve tried to get her cockdrunk on someone else…”

If Ben still had super-strength, he would’ve crushed the goddamn phone in his hand. Instead of exploding, he closes his eyes and takes a deep fucking breath, though. Ten… nine… eight… Where’s your happy place?

“Why the fuck are you calling me? What do you want?” Victoria’s voice snaps him out of his fatal fantasies of tearing her limbs off one by one.

“What d’you got in your labs? You gotta have a new cure, a new sample, fucking something,” Ben says but doesn’t even know what he’s asking. He’s grasping at straws, hoping to stumble upon an answer.

“If they’d found something, I would’ve already given it to her,” Neuman says.

“You fucking sure about that?” Ben doesn’t believe a drop of what she’s tellimg him.

“Yes,” Victoria still insists. “Look, before you give it to her, I’ll ask around, make a few calls, okay? See if there’s any possibilities to stop this.”

Ben’s hands tremble, his jaw quivers as he desperately tries to steady himself. “Thank you, fucking hurry,” he forces out in a murmur and immediately hangs up.

Y/N stretches with a grumbling sigh as his hand gently caresses her head. He presses his lips to her burning temple, her weary eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, my love,” Ben says, his deep voice soft as if he’s singing her a lullaby. “How are you feeling?”

She yawns and fights back the sleep in her eyes. “Still tired.”

“You’ve been sleeping for five hours,” he tells her and watches as she curls into the couch cushions with a coughing fit. He lowers down to the carpeted floor, stroking her back till she strenuously takes a breath again. “I think we need to talk about it now.”

Slowly, she meets his gaze, and he sees the fear shimmering in her eyes behind a thin veil of tears. She knows what this is, what her body is fighting, and Ben wonders how long she’s known without saying anything. He guesses she knew right from the start. Sometimes, he forgets he likes to pretend she isn’t really smarter than him.

But then, the fear morphs to determination. She nods, swallowing. “The gun’s in the safe in the closet.”

“I know where the fuck it is,” Ben grits, his brow densely creasing with a mix of confusion and angry suspicion. “What exactly do you think I’m gonna fucking do with it?”

“Shoot me.”

Her eyes are steady and firm, his voice is sterner.

“No.”

The word booms through the living room, threatening to quake the earth and shake books off their shelves.

“Ben–“

“You fucking listen to me, I’m not fucking killing you. End of discussion,” he snaps furiously. She’s not sure she’s ever seen him this angry before – not even when she said they should consider a divorce. Although, this seems to be a different kind of anger – one that cuts deeper.

“Sid shot Nancy,” she says quietly, hoping it appeals to him in some dark, ironic twist.

“She was stabbed, and they could never fucking pin it on him,” Ben shuts her argument down. “Ain’t fucking happening. I’m sorry, but you’re not gonna be the last person on my kill list, love.”

She forces a wry but weak smile. “It’d be a mercy killing. Euthanasia.”

“I’m familiar with the fucking concept,” Ben huffs tiredly. His hand then dives into the pocket of his sweats and pulls out a small vial that holds yellow liquid.

Her lips part in shock as her eyes fix on the familiar cure in his grasp. “How long have you–“

“Stole it from that black site while you and that Neuman cunt were busy yapping about policies,” Ben explains. “I also took something blue. Figured I could use it at some point.”

“Still wanna be Soldier Boy, huh?” Her voice sounds almost bitter, mocking. A small part of her has always hoped she’d be enough for him someday. That he didn’t need the fame, the money, and the fake heroics. That he’d love himself enough to not rely on a façade.

“No,” he replies to her surprise and watches her straighten a bit on the couch. “I’d fucking do it for you.”

“I don’t want that,” she tells him firmly, hoping he still remembers her words even when she’s gone.

“I know that. Why the fuck do you think I haven’t done it yet?” Ben says with a raised brow and as much patience as he can find within himself. Chats like these aren’t his strong suit.

“So, this is your idea?” She cocks an eyebrow at the vial in his hand, her look pointed. “You don’t wanna kill me quickly, but you’d rather watch me die in fucking slow-motion?”

“It’s better than nothing,” Ben argues, the lines on his freckled face hardening again. Why does she have to be so fucking stubborn all the time?

Ironically, she thought the same thing about her husband.

“For who? You?! You can’t be that fucking selfish,” she spits and rises from the couch with a shaking head.

“Funny. I was just about to say the same fucking thing to you,” he returns with the same fire.

She thunders into the bedroom and slams the door shut before he hears her rummaging through the closet. Annoyed, he rolls his eyes once the first expletives bleed through.

“Where’s the fucking gun?” she snaps as soon as the door flies open again.

“Already hid it somewhere you won’t fucking find it,” he answers slyly and purses his lips as she storms past him into the kitchen.

She lets out a deep sigh of frustration when she finds both the knife block and drawers empty. “Seriously? Did you fucking baby-proof the house while I was asleep?!”

“Well, if you’re behaving like a fucking baby…” he retorts and patiently follows her frantic steps. “You also won’t find fucking scissors and pills, either.”

“Ironic coming from you,” she scoffs, opening and shutting cabinet doors in the desperate search for something strong enough to put her out of her goddamn misery.

“Yeah, how do you think I knew which shit to hide, huh?” he asks rhetorically and takes a careful step closer, cornering her between counters and appliances. “Would you stop that now and fucking talk to me?”

“You don’t wanna talk to me,” she retorts. “You just wanna fucking pump me full of poison, so you get to feel fucking good about yourself again.”

“You think that’s it? I’m fucking jealous?” He arches a brow and crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest, his offense hiding behind amusement.

“Aren’t you?” she bites back.

“Is that you or the fucking V talking, huh?” Ben has never said it out loud before, but he hated how that blue shit changed her. Sure, it only amplified certain parts of her that he supposes have always been there, but it made her less caring, more arrogant, too.

“It’s me, you asshole,” she snarls.

The look on her face breaks his heart into a million pieces. He almost doesn’t recognize her anymore, and he knows reaching any sense of clarity or humanity within her is impossible at this point.

“You sure about that?”

She doesn’t reply, just shakes her head at him and opens the fridge. Her shoulders still for a second, and Ben knows at that moment she’s found something and is thinking of a plan to outfox him.

His gaze swerves to the full beer bottle that has found its way into her hand. She’s quick when she breaks it forcefully against the countertop, the golden-brown liquid splashing onto the floor. But Ben’s faster and bruisingly clutches her wrist, spinning her to face him. Tears sting her eyes as she fights against his hold. Ben knows she’s not using her full strength on him, though, and is almost curious as to why.

He’s not sure Soldier Boy would’ve shown the same hesitant restraint, even if it had been her.

“What the fuck are you doing? Let me fucking go,” she grits through her teeth.

Ben only shakes his head, his gaze on her stern as he tightens his grip around her wrist.

“You want me to fucking melt you into a puddle?” she threatens.

“Fucking do it,” he challenges her defiantly without a blink of a single eye. “If you wanna do this, you’re gonna have to step over my fucking body first, ‘cause there’s no way I’m letting this hand go unless you drop that fucking bottle. What’s it gonna be?”

Her nostrils flare in sync with the heavy rising and falling of her chest, her glare deadly. Slowly and mutinously, she opens each finger till the bottle crashes to the floor and shatters into sharp daggers at their feet. As soon as his grasp on her loosens, she breaks down and falls into his arms, sobbing against his chest.

He feels a flood of relief rush through his body. Thank fucking God, because he’s totally been bluffing.

He wraps his arms tighter around her, holds her closer, and nuzzles his face into her hair. “I know. It’s okay, sweetheart…”

“I’m fucking scared, Ben,” she cries, and he swallows the thick lump in his throat and forces his own tears back into his skull.

“I know, I know…” He cradles her head, resting his chin on her crown. “You know, admittedly, I’m-… I’m a little scared, too.”

She peels from his chest and meets his forest green eyes, amusement dancing on her lips. “Well, I’m glad you’re not a cold-hearted psychopath.”

Ben curls his lips, cheeks reddening. This is what he gets for opening up. “It’s my job as your husband to take care of you. Be a strong front.”

She rolls her eyes back dramatically and groans into his shirt. “You know, it doesn’t make you less of a man for feeling things.” She teasingly grins up at him. “In fact, I think only guys with the biggest dicks can pull it off.”

His lips tug at a smile. “I know what you’re doing.”

She locks her arms around his neck and pulls herself to his height for a scorching kiss. And Ben can’t fight the feeling this is meant to be their last one.

“Don’t get weird when I’m gone, okay?” she tells him then, and it feels like the beginning of a list of last wishes. “No reverting back to full asshole. No blue shit.”

“Christ, you’re not fucking dying,” Ben replies, his deep voice calm but firm.

“Ben, denial will only make it worse,” she says, her heart cracking at the forlorn look on his face. “You can’t fix this. There’s nothing you can do. It’s okay.”

Ben shakes his head wordlessly, and she knows the conversation is about to be over. There really isn’t more she can do, either.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed. You need some rest,” Ben says and already scoops her into his arms before she can respond.

Y/N’s head rests on his broad and bare chest as he holds her tightly in his arms. The skin-to-skin contact seems to soothe her, which is good because he plans to never let her go. If he just keeps her here right next to him, she’ll be fine. She won’t leave him.

She’s talked some when she wasn’t out like a light, but Ben could tell her mind was getting hazy. She talked about her parents and her childhood, something she rarely ever does.

They had never really talked a lot about their respective pasts altogether. They’d covered the basics, but what actually happened didn’t matter as much. They knew they’d both done things they weren’t proud of. But the point of their relationship had always been a clean slate – a fresh start.

She had barely gotten that. She stupidly sacrificed it all for him, and he still wishes she would’ve never done that. He was supposed to die that day with Homelander. It had been his time.

Not hers.

She snores softly in his arms. Her heartbeat is faint, her breathing shallow. An hour ago, it used to be labored, each breath a struggle. She’s so hot he’s afraid she’ll melt in his embrace. He knows she doesn’t have long anymore. He’s running out of time.

Carefully, he stretches his arm to reach for the glistening yellow vial on the nightstand. He pops the lid open and stabs the syringe through the top, drawing it to the brim.

There’s a flicker of hesitation in his green eyes. What if he makes it worse? More painful? What if he kills her?

Victoria’s words ring in his ears. There’s a chance the virus accepts the cure. A loophole, if you will. The cure’s deadly for two-timers, but if they were also infected with the virus, the cure could piggyback on that. One in eighty rats had survived the ordeal before they stopped the trials. Ben didn’t understand the rest of the scientific mumbo-jumbo, but he knows those aren’t great odds.

Still, it’s something.

Ben doesn’t have the luxury to be picky about solutions, though. What he thought were minutes turn to seconds once her breathing stops entirely.

He rolls up the sleeves of the oversized shirt she’s wearing, one of his, and looks for a good angle on her forearm, just below the elbow. He’s not a doctor, he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing or where it should go best, but that one time he did heroin in the 80s, he’d put it exactly there, and it had been fine.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he mumbles into her hair and presses a kiss to the top of her head.

One rough prick through her steeled skin, and the needle is in. He empties the liquid in one swift motion before discarding the used syringe back on the nightstand. He cautiously slides out from underneath her then and ensures she’s lying comfortably on the mattress. He doesn’t want to leave her side, but he knows her powers might short-circuit soon.

Ben remembers the stories from other supes at the rehab clinic – the agonizing pain, the feeling of puking your organs out before the rest follows. Flickers of his own process trickle into his mind. He can’t remember most of it, but he remembers how they’d locked him up in a nuclear-proof prison at some point during the procedure.

For now, he prefers not die by a rain of acid if he gets to pick.

His hand gently caresses her head. He’s not even sure she’s still alive. She might not, and he may have been too late. All for nothing.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers and takes her hand in his. It feels cold and lifeless, but he still tries. He’s not ready to let go yet. He’s not sure he’ll ever be. “I know you can beat this shit like everything else. We’re this fucking close. Just a little more…”

And then, there’s a flicker of something – a weak tap of a finger against his palm. There’s movement behind her eyelids and a twitch of her brows.

“Sweetheart?”

There’s a groan, her hands gripping a fistful of bedsheets as she coils into the mattress, muscles contorting. He gently rubs her back, trying to help her as the pain tears through her.

“Hey, hey, you’re good. You’re alright,” he soothes and feels the guilt bubbling in his stomach. He hates that he did this to her, but he did it for love. The knowledge barely makes it better, however.

“Oh, fuck, Ben!”

She usually screams those exact words for different reasons, and Ben notes the soft tones of annoyance and anger that are lacing her voice.

“Did you give me the fucking cure?!”

Ben draws his lips into tight line and nods. Admittedly, she might not have fully consented to the procedure. But he prefers her furious with him for the rest of her life over dead. Besides, he’s her husband – shouldn’t the decision be his? Like pulling the plug? That’s a thing, right?

“Motherfucking–“

She bites down on her tongue and swallows her curses with some blood as another surge of pain takes control of her body. Her fingernails claw at her forearms as if she’s trying to scratch it out of her system. If Ben could compare it to anything, he’d probably go with a demon exorcism.

“You selfish fucking prick! You can’t even let me die in peace?!” she grits through her teeth, fighting another surge. She feels the nausea too, like a parasite trying to flee its host through her throat.

“Look, I’m fucking sorry, but I had to take the shot, alright?!”

Y/N groans in loud exhaustion, and Ben’s not entirely sure if it’s because of the pain or a little bit because of him, too.

“Ben, you need to fucking leave,” she presses through her lips, her stern gaze finding his.

He can tell by her look that she’s not saying it out of anger. She’s not saying it because she doesn’t want him to stay and never see him again. She says it because she’s trying to save his life.

Again. The fourth time.

Her name falls from his lips, but she shakes her head as she stumbles out of bed and pushes past him towards the bathroom.

“Leave,” she tells him with more urgency. “Close the door. Go now.”

Ben stills with a hand on the doorknob and looks at her. He can’t leave her like this, can he?

“I’ll be fine. I promise. Please go,” she says as if she can read his mind, steadying herself against the cool wall. She can feel it everywhere, trying to escape her body.

His breaths are ragged, his heart is hammering against his ribs. “I fucking love you,” he says through the sting of tears in his eyes. He says it like it’s the last time he gets to say it while she can still hear him.

She sends him a weak smile and mouths, ‘I love you, too.’

And all there’s left then for him to do is staring at a closed bedroom door. And waiting. Fucking waiting…

Part 3: Lovestruck – TOMORROW 💕

Ah yes the waiting game 😂🫶 Are you excited for the finale aka the happy end tomorrow? After this, they truly deserve it haha

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