#so THIS week I’m showing that fucker how it’s DONE

[kitharion]

Love when I’m making yellow curry and I just start throwing spices in with reckless abandon

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter four

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Eddie shows up drunk.

Warnings:

Drinking, Eddie being a perv, angst, secret baby

Word Count: 3k

A/N:

Shout out to @punkrockmlchael for the help with this one!

—

It was a week later, and Eddie hadn’t seen or heard from you again. Not that he had tried. He knew what Wayne thought, what he thought, too, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t bring himself to pick up the phone, or drive to your apartment and demand to talk. He was a coward.

Now, he was drinking again, just like he’d done every day since he’d found out.

“Eddie’s here!”

The band cheered as Eddie walked into The Hideout, clearly after already pre gaming at home. He was already swaying as he approached the bar where Gareth, Jeff, and Doug sat, and they noticed immediately.

“Rough night?” Gareth asked with an eyebrow raised as Eddie sat down next to him, ordering a round of shots.

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” Eddie mumbled, downing a shot the second they were placed in front of him. Gareth reached for one but Eddie waved him off. “These are for me, fucker.”

Gareth backed off, hands up defensively. “Okay, okay. What’s up with you?”

Eddie downed three more shots in succession. Jeff and Doug were staring at him, too - sure, Eddie liked to drink, but not like this. Something was obviously very wrong.

“Talk to us, man,” Jeff added.

Eddie ordered some more shots. He would need them. “I got some…news.”

If the boys weren’t concerned before, they certainly were now. “What, are you dying or something?” Gareth asked, genuinely worried for his friend despite his wording.

Eddie laughed, but there wasn’t much humor behind it. “No.”

“Well what’s up then, man?” Doug asked. “You’re worrying us.”

Eddie downed another two shots. He was on his way to a blackout. “I have a son.”

It went silent. Then, the guys all broke out into nervous laughter. “Good one, man,” Gareth said, his voice uncertain. Eddie didn’t look like he was joking, but he had to be. There was no way he had a kid.

“I’m serious,” Eddie said, his eyes locked on the shots in front of him. “I have a son. He’s almost 2. His name is Asher.” He downed another. “And I’ve never met him. Don’t know shit about him, b’sides what he looks like. I dunno what he likes, or if he’s anything like me. I don’t know shit.”

Gareth, Jeff, and Doug were silent. They exchanged a confused look. Finally, Gareth spoke up again. “Ed, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I told you.” Eddie slammed down another shot glass, causing the guys to jump. “I have a kid. A son.”

“Are you being serious?” Jeff asked, nursing his own beer. The guys would all need a drink after this conversation.

“Yes,” Eddie said. “I just found out.”

It was silent for a minute. “With who?” Gareth asked. “A groupie? Or…” It dawned on the group at once. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, voice slurring even more heavily, “Oh shit.”

“How…what the fuck?” Gareth said, trying to wrap his mind around the situation. “She didn’t tell you?”

Another shot. “Nope.”

“So she just…talked to you while we were gone, and never mentioned anything?” Doug asked.

Eddie laughed humorlessly again, looking down at the empty shot glass in his hand. “I never called her,” he admitted. “Like a fucking idiot.”

“What the hell, man?” Gareth asked, looking at Eddie incredulously. “You never called her? I thought you loved her.”

Eddie waved a hand. “I don’t need the lecture all over again, Gare.”

Eddie drank himself stupid that night. The guys tried to get him to slow down, but he wasn’t having any of it. By the time the other bandmates were nearing drunk, Eddie was beyond wasted, barely able to sit up on the barstool.

“I gotta go,” he slurred, taking multiple tries to stand up.

“Where you going?” Gareth asked.

Eddie didn’t answer. He stumbled his way out of the bar, into the car waiting for him. He gave the driver the address that hadn’t left his head for a single second.

—

Your mind had been racing with thoughts of Eddie since the argument. You thought about calling him, but you felt that it was his responsibility to step up if that’s what he wanted to do. You weren’t going to chase him, that was for sure.

Asher was spending the night at your mom’s again, giving you the night to yourself. Your mom and Dustin loved their grandma and Uncle Dusty time, and you were grateful for the break, because you felt like you’d been going crazy since Eddie came back into your life.

You were just getting comfortable in bed when there was a knock at the door.

You checked the clock on the bedside table. 12am. Who the fuck would be knocking on your door in the middle of the night?

You grabbed the baseball bat Steve insisted you keep for protection and cautiously neared the front door. You peered through the peephole, seeing nothing but blackness. That was weird.

You kept the top chain bolt hooked in as you unlocked the door and opened it the few inches it allowed you. The figure on the other side, who had apparently been leaning against the door, stumbled forward. “Oh, shit,” he uttered, catching his balance with a giggle.

You narrowed your eyes. “Eddie?”

“Hey, baby,” he slurred, some attempt at a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Can I come in?”

“Jesus Christ, you’re wasted,” you remarked, observing how incredibly drunk he looked. He was sweating, his cheeks flushed red, and he smelled like alcohol. “Fuck. Come in, I guess.”

You unlocked the chain bolt and opened the door wide, letting him stumble inside. He knocked over the picture frames by the front door as he came in, and you cursed under your breath as you sat the bat down and picked them up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked him, watching as he collapsed onto your couch with a little “Oof.”

“‘s he here?” Eddie slurred, looking around the apartment.

“Who? Asher?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“No. He’s at my mom’s.” And good thing, you thought, because this was the last way he needed to meet his father.

“Claudia?”

“…Yeah. Claudia’s still my mom.”

Eddie heaved a heavy sigh. “She always liked me.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, adjusting the frames he had knocked over back the way you had them, “a lot has changed since you disappeared on us.”

“‘m really sorry,” Eddie said, catching you by surprise. “I was so stupid. So fuckin’ stupid.” He looked like he might be starting to cry as he wiped at his face. “I missed you every day.”

You felt yourself start to soften, despite your anger at what he had done. “I missed you, too. That’s why it hurt so bad.”

Eddie shook his head, wild curls bouncing. “So fuckin’ stupid. Big fuckin’ idiot. Dumbest person on the planet.”

You sighed, sitting on the couch next to him. He really reeked like alcohol. “It’s okay, Eds. You’re drunk. We don’t need to talk about it right now.”

He turned to you abruptly, grabbing onto your hands and catching you by surprise. “I love you. Y’know that? I’ve always loved you. I still love you. I’ll always love you.”

Your expression softened to one of pity and hurt. You’d wanted to hear those words for so long, but not while he was wasted on your couch after not hearing a word from him for two years. “Come on, Eddie. You reek. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You helped him off the couch and to the bathroom. You ran a hot shower, helping peel off his gross clothes. You had seen Eddie naked a million times, so you weren’t bothered. But he kept trying to grab at you, and he was half hard as you got him undressed.

“Not tonight, big boy,” you told him as you pushed him into the shower. Eddie grumbled under his breath.

“Come in with me,” he begged, and you weren’t planning to, but you were getting soaked trying to keep him upright and help him wash. You pulled off your pajamas, stepping into the shower as Eddie gave you a wolfish grin.

“No touching,” you reminded him sternly.

He held his hands up. “Yes ma’am. Looking only.”

You rolled your eyes as you put some shampoo in the palm of your hand and began washing his wild hair. Eddie closed his eyes and hummed as you massaged his scalp, relaxing beneath your touch. He stumbled as he nearly fell asleep from the feeling.

“Woah, I’m gonna need you to stay awake for me,” you told him, pushing him under the stream of water to rinse the shampoo out. “I can’t drag you out of here if you pass out on me.”

“‘m not gonna pass out,” he assured you, but you weren’t sure if you fully believed him.

You lathered conditioner into his hair then put some body wash on your loofah. You scrubbed his whole body, washing away the sweat and alcohol. He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you washed him, but you ignored him.

As you washed his body, you noticed a new tattoo you’d never seen before - your name in a swirling script, right on his hip. He certainly hadn’t had that when he left. Your heart clenched in your chest, but you pushed the feelings away.

You pushed him under the water a final time, rinsing him off, before you switched spots with him and washed yourself, too. Might as well.

You turned the shower head off and climbed out, grabbing three towels. You wrapped one around your body and one around your hair and handed the third to Eddie. He shook his head like a dog, sprinkling water all around the bathroom as you glared at him.

Eddie dried himself off, leaning against the shower wall for support. When he was done, you helped him out and back into the living room.

“I think I have some of Steve’s sweatpants around here somewhere…” you mumbled to yourself as you left Eddie on the couch and walked into your bedroom, digging through your dresser drawers. You felt triumphant as you found the grey sweatpants, returning to the living room with them.

You handed them to Eddie, but quickly found he was too drunk to dress himself. You pulled him up, and he held onto your shoulders as you helped him step into the pants one leg at a time, like you would with Asher.

He fell back onto the couch again. You helped him lay down and covered him with the blanket on the back of the couch. “Get some sleep,” you told him. “You’re gonna feel like shit in the morning.”

You turned to walk away, but you were stopped by Eddie grabbing onto your hand. You turned, seeing his sleepy eyes looking up at you.

“Please don’t leave me,” he said, sounding pathetically sad. Despite yourself, you felt bad for him.

“I can’t fit on the couch with you, Eds,” you told him.

“Can I sleep in your bed with you?”

Your mouth opened to tell him no, but the words didn’t come out. You thought for a moment. “Yeah, I guess.”

Eddie smiled, and you helped him up and into your bedroom. He fell onto your bed, snuggling into the blankets and pillows. “So comfy,” he muttered, voice muffled into the pillow.

You climbed into bed next to him, even more exhausted now. It was seconds later when you heard soft snores from next to you, and you couldn’t help smiling softly to yourself. It felt so domestic, so familiar, you could almost imagine it was years ago and this was your normal.

But things were different now.

—

Eddie woke the next morning with the worst pounding headache. The sunlight through the window burned his eyes, and he pulled the blankets over his head with a groan.

The first thing he noticed was that the smell of the detergent was unfamiliar. He opened his eyes again, seeing the clean bedroom, the light purple comforter, the framed photos decorating the space. He looked to the side and saw a bottle of water and some Tylenol waiting for him.

He recognized the room immediately. He was at your apartment again. God, what the fuck did I do?

He popped the medicine bottle open and took 3 of them, washing them down with the water. He was shirtless, dressed in some grey sweatpants he didn’t recognize.

He cautiously crawled out of bed, taking the time to make it before he left the room. He found you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. It smelled delicious, and he saw eggs and pancakes waiting on the counter as you fried the bacon. You turned as you heard his footsteps.

“Good morning,” you greeted, and he couldn’t tell if you were upset with him or not.

“Morning,” he said, tentatively approaching you. “Uh, did we…?”

“No,” you answered simply. You removed the pan from the heat and plated the bacon. “You should eat. I’m sure you feel like shit.”

He definitely did. You made plates for both of you, and he sat at the kitchen table across from you. “What…what happened last night?” He asked, before quickly digging into the breakfast feast you’d prepared.

“Well, you showed up at my door completely wasted,” you said, picking at your own plate. “I gave you a shower because you smelled like a bottle of whiskey. Then you asked to sleep in my bed with me.” You didn’t mention the way he’d tried for more.

Eddie’s cheeks blushed red with embarrassment. “Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Is…”

“No, Asher isn’t here.”

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief. He would feel even more like the worst dad in the world if he’d met his son for the first time in that state. “Look, I was thinking…”

You looked up at him. “What?”

Eddie took a bite of his eggs, stalling. He realized you’d made them just the way he preferred them, even though you liked your eggs softer. “I’d like to meet him.”

You thought for a moment, pushing your food around your plate. “Yeah. We could do that.”

Eddie was surprised at the amount of relief he felt. He wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d said no. “Can I ask about him?”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yeah, of course.”

“What’s his favorite color?”

You smiled to yourself. “Blue. Like Thomas.”

Eddie smiled, too. “He likes trains?”

“Loves them.”

“What does he like to watch?”

“Mostly Sesame Street,” you said, “but he’s starting to get into the Ninja Turtles now.”

Eddie laughed. He could picture the little boy dancing to the theme song. “Is he anything like me?”

“God,” you said, huffing a small laugh. “Just like you.”

Eddie felt pride at that answer, for some reason. “Yeah?”

“Hell yes,” you said, shaking your head as you took a bite of bacon. “He’s wild. Loves to climb. He loves music, especially metal. He watches the music videos on MTV and tries to headbang along with them. He’s got the hair for it.”

Eddie laughed hard. “Oh my god. I’ve got to see that.”

It went quiet again as the two of you ate, and Eddie lost himself in his thoughts. He thought about how much he’d missed, how his son didn’t even know who he was. When he spoke up again, his tone was serious. “Does he know he has a dad?”

You paused, thinking of how to answer. “I…don’t think he really understands yet,” you said finally. “I guess he kind of sees Steve as a father figure, since he’s around all the time.”

That made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. The idea of Steve being a dad to his kid made him angry - even though he knew he didn’t really have the right to be. He was the one who left and never called, after all.

“But you know,” you said, sensing the hurt Eddie was feeling, “it’s not too late.”

Eddie nodded. He knew that was true. He had a lot to make up for, but Asher was young enough that he could make up for lost time. And he was determined to.

“When do you think I could meet him?” Eddie asked.

You thought for a moment. “You could come over tomorrow?”

Eddie smiled softly. “I’d like that.” He ate another bite of eggs. “Wayne wants to meet him, too.”

You smiled at the mention of his uncle. “I’ve missed Wayne.”

Eddie snorted. “He’s missed you too, believe me.”

The two of you finished the rest of your breakfast in silence. Eddie washed up after - it was the least he could do, he said, after you had essentially taken care of him last night. When he was done, you met him in the living room with his clothes from last night, freshly washed and dried. He felt guilty and grateful as he took them from you.

He changed back into his own clothes in your bedroom. When he was done, he examined the photos decorating the room that he hadn’t noticed when he’d been here before. There were plenty of Asher - he featured in most of them, in fact. Photos of you with Claudia and Dustin, with Steve and Robin. He even found the photo from when you and Eddie had gone to prom together among them. He smiled at the memory, looking at your high school selves. You looked happy. Happier than he’d seen you since he’d gotten back.

He wondered if he was the one who’d taken that sparkle out of your eyes.

When he left the bedroom, you were curled on the couch, watching an episode of Freddy’s Nightmares. Eddie approached, watching over your shoulder for a minute.

“I should probably get going,” he said, startling you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t hear you,” you laughed lightly. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow? He wakes up from his nap around 2:30.”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” Eddie headed to the door, and you followed. “I’ll see you then.”

“Bye, Eds.”

“Bye.”

You closed the door behind him, locking it. You’d be going to pick up Asher soon, but for now you’d sit in the peace and quiet. You leaned your back against the door, thinking that maybe things could be okay.

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#391

“What? You think you are done faggot?  Get back into place.  I said, ‘Faggot, get back into place.’  No, no, no, you ain’t Kevin no more, not after I saw four men take turns spit roasting you.  You are Faggot from this point on.  Now it’s my turn to bust my nut….

“This changes everything between us.  About time it does.  I’m tired of hearing about Jesus.  When my right-wing cousin asked me to take the 20-year-old son of a friend of hers along with me to see if he would like truck driving, I was reluctant.  She told me you were a quiet boy who needed to come out of a shell.  I filled out all the paperwork with the company so you could ride with me. 

“Bend over the picnic table with your cunt pointing at that garbage can.

“When we met, I knew you were a faggot right away.  You followed me into the men’s room.  I started to get a boner right there.  I saw you glancing at my dick at the urinals.  I knew it was going to be a great two weeks together.  But not ten minutes in my cab, I was hearing how much you love Jesus, and I knew this was not going to be good.  And we hadn’t even started rolling.

“Now pull apart your cunt lips and push some jiz out. 

“So before we left, I called my cousin.  She told me that you are the son of her Baptist preacher and it would be a great favor to her to take you out and show you real America.  Now my cousin doesn’t know that I’m a total fag fucker.  So instead, I called two of my fellow drivers, Barry and Jimmy.  You just met them; Barry was the first and Jimmy was the third guy to spit roast you.  We drive for the same company on the same route on the same day.  As you are Barry’s type, he wanted you ASAP.  That’s why we are here at this rest area.  That and this spot has this picnic table out back away from the eyes of the casual traveler.

“Push some more out.  I want a good glob on my cock head.  Damn, this cunt has been used before.  And I’m not even talking about just today.  It’s obvious that you also have experience in servicing and serving men.  Your second fucker was this trucker that followed you and Barry back here.  And he was slapping your face when Barry was plowing your cunt.  And it wasn’t a love tap; it was a man properly using and abusing a faggot.  He even used a fistful of you your hair as a handle.  You seemed to take that roughness like it was nothing.

“So, I can reach over and pull you off the picnic table and push you on your knees….  Like that.  Faggot, this is natural for you, isn’t it?...  Where did you learn that you need to be treated like shit?... 

“…You met older men from those kink sites?...  …So I have a faggot to use as my personal cunt for the next few weeks?

“That face slap is for not addressing me with respect.  That’s ‘Yes Master.’  You refer to all men as ‘Sir.’  You got that faggot?...  I’m really going to like smacking you around. 

“See that glob of driver cum on my dick head?  Using only the tip of your tongue, scoop it in your mouth, but don’t swallow it.

“Now say, ‘I am a faggot whore whose only existence is to be abused by real men.  I live for cock and cum….’  …Say it again…. …Again…

“You got me leaking.  Turn your head to face the garbage can.  I want to wipe my pre-cum on your cheek.  Swallow that spunk and keep saying it.

“That’s good.  Mmmm.  Now say that you want to be abused without mercy….  And say that you don’t want to have a safe word….  So you do not want to have any say of what I plan on doing to you, and that your pleas to stop must be ignored….  Don’t look back at me; say it to the garbage can, cause that’s what you are, garbage.

“…Good that’s done.  Now suck on my dick.

“Listen up faggot.  I was talking with that second driver—the one that roughed you up while Barry was plowing your cunt.  He left back here and made a bee line to his cab.  When he came out, he looked pissed.  He had a belt already doubled up, and he was heading back here to beat the shit out of you. 

“I stopped him.  He was pissed at you.  He recognized you.  He showed me his phone.  It had a news article with a pic of you standing next to your father as your preacher father was going into the state’s senate to fights against gays.  Now I tend to stay out of politics, but even I know of your dad’s name. 

“I told him that you were being fucked by Jimmy and that random fourth guy that came out of nowhere.  He wondered how I knew the details of what was going on as this area isn’t seen from the parking lot….

“I told him to look at my phone.  Faggot, pull off my cock and look up.  Damn, you are one hungry cunt.  You don’t care about anything I have to say.  That would explain why you don’t seem interested in how I knew about everything and every guy you were doing back here.

“If you look at my phone you will see a faggot kneeling in front of a man, both next to a picnic table.  That faggot is you….  Yes, I have been watching you through my phone.  The camera is located inside the opening to the garbage can there.

“Now it’s hitting you.  Yeah, I told Barry to come up here and set it up.  He has a lot of cameras in his truck.  He streams his fuck sessions in his cab and makes a shit load of money on-line.  By default, he has a copy of the video and so do I.  So going after my phone won’t do you no good.  So get back on your knees.

“It’s interesting, I did this to blackmail you into being my total bitch the seventeen days you are with me and to get you to stop with the religious shit.  Barry was definitely game, as likes young fags like you.  Jimmy just likes to fuck.  This here was going to be a simple picnic table fuck.

“That all changed when Chuck—that would be the second driver—showed me his phone….

“…Don’t fucking say another word.  I will smack you again.  You are in a shitty spot here.  First, you are naked as a rest stop, loaded up by four men, soon to be five with mine.  Don’t bother looking for your clothes.  Barry picked up your shit and put it in his cab; you were oblivious being spit roasted. 

“When you leave this area, you will walk back to a row of semis buck naked.  After my fat hog fucks you, your gape will be more pronounced, so you will have jiz running down your legs like some goddamned whore.  Next, you were filmed doing and saying nasty things, things your Papa wouldn’t approve.  So doing something stupid like running away is not going to go well for you, as that video can be edited to hide us but showcase your talents.  Videos are easy to disseminate.  You are kinda stuck in this situation, subject to whatever sexual whims that should come to mind.

“You are going to be filmed doing nasty shit going forward, but doing one video will have the same as ten.  You understand your predicament?...  Good.  Good.

“Now get up and lean over the picnic table.  I need to drop my seed.

“…Fuck, you are sloppy back here.  The guys stretched you out enough, so you aren’t strangling my dick.  And cum lube is the best….  Oh yeah, clamp down like that.  We need to be very quick.  There’s a timetable that needs to be met.  We all are meeting up at a particular spot up ahead for our 10-hour DOT rest. 

“The things that are planned for you...,  I’m getting close just thinking about it.  You are going to be used by so many men these next two weeks.

“Damn your hair was made to be used as a handle.  Arch your back.  Try almost to stand. 

“Fuck that feels good.  You ready for my load?  Of course you are.  You are cum dump faggot who lives to take load after load.  You don’t give a shit who is fucking you, just as long as they breed you.  You fucking slut.  You whore.

“I’m gonna cum.  I’m going to flood your guts with more cum.  When I am done, you are to clean me off like a good faggot.

“Get ready.  Here it cums!  Here it cums!  Here it fucking cums!  Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahh!... Fuck!  Goddamn, your cunt is just what I needed.

“…Atta boy.  Tastes nasty hunh?  That’s the flavor of four men’s loads.  Yeah you are a fucking pig.  I knew it. 

“…Let’s head on out.  Hold on.  Let me get that camera from the garbage can.  …OK, let’s go.

“No. No.  You are walking in front of me.  I want whoever is in the parking lot to see a naked cum whore faggot.  Walk slowly.  Better yet.  I got a fistful of your hair.  I’ll control the pacing.

“Damn.  Everyone’s gone except for me and Chuck.  Barry split and he has your clothes… and probably your phone too.  Don’t worry, you’ll get it back tonight.

“Let’s go over to Chuck’s cab. 

“Hey Chuck!...  I got the faggot here for ya!  Naked and loaded up!  Are they going to be there?...  Fucking awesome!

“OK faggot get on up.  You are riding with Chuck for the rest of today….  Awww shut the fuck up.  I don’t care what you have to say.  Chuck has arranged to have a gay biker gang join us tonight.  His condition for arranging this was he gets you tied up in his cab for the day.  Seems like a fair exchange….

“…I said for you to shut up.  Keep insisting you have something important to say, and I’ll do a lot more than slam your faggot face against his cab. 

“Listen here shithead.  I don’t give a shit about you, or what happens to you.  I don’t give a fuck about my right-wing nutjob cousin.  And I don’t have any sympathy for your father and his evil fucked up ministry.

“I control what happens to you.  And you are going in the cab of a fellow fag fucking driver, a man I just met, a man that has bondage equipment installed inside, a man that knows a biker gang.  And I’m fine with all of it.

“Chuck, get down here.  The faggot needs convincing getting up into your cab.  Bring your belt.  I can stick around to help you turn this sissy girl black and blue….

“Change your mind?  Good.  Get up there.

“He’s all yours Chuck.

“I hope to catch you later faggot…  “…Oh faggot!  I forgot to say, ‘Praise Jesus!’”

This story continues in Story #396.

[angelyuji]

yandere rick sanchez headcanons

(obviously very ooc… like im taking his worst characteristics and turning the dial to 100)

cw // spoilers for literally the entire show, noncon, stalking, kidnapping, torture, being kept like a pet, drugging

18+

RAUEIA:ADOBAIDHJO?S{DH*}

canonically big dick like i need him BAD

guys im so in love with this old fucker

season 1+2 rick would definitely just keep you around for sex

the only reason he hasn’t gotten rid of you is cuz you’re a “good fuck”

literally treats you like an object or a cute little pet

“e-eat.” rick places a plate on a table he brought for you. he moves away to type on some computer. all you remember is a green portal in your room and a man you had never met dragging you out of bed. the room you were in was filled with computers and equipment. he didn’t bother to tie you up.

you don’t move, hearing your silence, rick turns to look at you. he burps, “i-i-i bring you some food out of the goodness of my h-heart and you’re not going to eat it?” you don’t answer. “s-s-stupid fucking b-bitch.” he moves over to grab you by the hair and pulls you closer to the table. “eat the fucking food.” you scream, your scalp searing in pain, as he shoves your face onto the table.

s1+2 rick kinda feels like the type to peer-pressure you into a drinking or doing drugs because he can

like he’d definitely force you to some alien drugs just cuz he can or cuz you’re not as resistant when you’re high off your balls

but season 3 and onward??? oh he’s so obsessed with you

let me explain this personality change

by season 3, rick is starting to care for his family so if you meet him after the whole federation prisoner arc of his, he’s more of like a clingy wet cat vibe… like imagine wisp the cat…. guys i lowkey cooked with that comparison

he’s allowed himself to care for his family (even sometimes jerry)

so when he meets you, this sweet, kind, beautiful person. he wants to protect you. he wants to keep you safe from all the shit that happens to the people in his life

constantly checks on you, calling and texting you daily. he always tries to play it off as a butt-dial

‘sdas’ you’re at work when your phone buzzes as rick’s text comes through. you look at the gibberish, roll your eyes, and continue working. 15 minutes later, a green portal flashes open next to you. everyone jumps in surprise, looking at the portal as rick walks through. “why didn’t you text me back?” rick grabs your arm, looking pissed. you look around, embarrassed.

you lower your voice to a hush, “you texted me gibberish? what exactly was i supposed to text back?” his grip on your bicep tightens and you wince.

“i-it was an accident, but y-you didn’t text back and i was worried.” rick starts to pull you into the portal, but you stand your ground.

“rick, i’m working. you have to go.” rick’s face darkens at your words, but he lets go when your coworker comes up to you.

“is everything alright?” she looks concerned and alarmed at rick’s appearance, and he rolls his eyes.

“(y/n) here, didn’t answer my text so i got worried.” rick pulls you into a tight hug and whispers into your ear, “next time, text me back.”

builds you a bunch of stuff to keep you safe like a chip that insta-kills anyone that it detects to be bothering you

that first week of meeting you, he had broken into your house at night and planted a tracker in your skin when you were sleeping, so he knows where you are at all times

during the whole killing rick-prime arc, he was so scared that you would get hurt or prime would come after you

he didn’t want to lose you like how he lost diane and beth :(

“baby, come on, it’s for your safety.” rick pleads as you slam your hands against the force field.

“SO YOU TRAP ME IN A CAGE????” you scream as rick presses a hand against the wall.

“it-it’s just for your protection, baby, i can’t lose you too.”

“FUCK YOU, RICK. I SWEAR WHEN YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE, WE’RE DONE.” you wouldn’t stop screaming at him. morty watches, uncomfortably.

“are-are you sure this is okay, rick?” rick’s face is unreadable as he registers your words.

“it-it’s fine, morty. i just won’t ever let them out.”

rick also seems like the type to have a breeding kink, but like with the no kids yk (this mf does NOT want more kids) (especially after the whole ghia incident)

like he doesn’t use condoms and he doesn’t pull out, because he likes marking you as his from the inside.

he would definitely have a marking kink like hickeys, love bites, collars, anything that shows the world that you’re taken by him

rick’s hands caress you as you struggle in your bonds.

“i’m sorry, baby, so so-sorry.” he buries his head in your shoulder, sucking at your nape. his hands start to pull at your pants and you struggle harder. he pulls away from your neck to leave wet kisses down your chest, “i know, i know, i’m sorry, sweetie. you just looks so cute, so sw-sweet. it’s really not my fault.”

[mykneeshurt]

Can u PLEASE write me a little drabble abt Simon with his wife (me)?? Maybe some fighting, ft. Some makeup sex??? Thanks bestie 🫶🏻

Bestie am so sorry this has taken months. It’s been half done in my notes for ages. But it’s done! I hope you enjoy ❤️

Mine

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, jealous behaviour (we do not like this in relationships irl)

Gaz sat opposite you, smiling as he nursed a pint of Guinness. The busy hum of the pub buzzed around you both, the joyful laughter of jokes shared, the clinking of glasses and the gleeful rowdiness of patrons enjoying their time together. This was your favourite pub, built in 1800, dark beams adorned the ceiling and a gorgeous stone fireplace hugged the corner.

You sipped your wine, the warm hug of alcohol coursed through you as you allowed the tangy taste wash over your tastebuds. This was your fourth? Fifth glass of wine? You were waiting for the rest of the boys to turn up, to celebrate a mission well done. Soap was going to be late, of course, and the Captain was on his way. No word from Ghost though, something you were used to.

Gaz glanced down at the sparkling band on your left hand. ‘How is married life then?’ Smiling you shrugged ‘exactly the same.’ He let out a hearty laugh ‘well that’s a good thing! Just goes to show a piece of paper doesn’t mean a thing. Is he just as allusive at home as he is in work? Ghost by name Ghost by nature?’

‘Actually no, and he’s not that allusive in work. He just likes to get the job done. And anyway…’ you smirked as you tapped his knee ‘I don’t kiss and tell.’

Gaz rolled his eyes, blinding you with his dazzling smile. If Ghost hadn’t have made a move on you, you would have definitely asked Gaz out. You worked for the intelligence sector, which is how you met Taskforce 141. Laswell introduced you during a briefing and the rest was history. You gelled well with the team, dishing out the banter just as well as you took it. Calm, collected and logical, you were an asset to them and they knew it.

‘So…’ you asked inquisitively ‘how’s your lady friend? Is it still going well?’ Gaz dropped his shoulders before he lowered his gaze. ‘Nah, we split up last week. I’m ok though.’

‘Oh Gaz! I’m so sorry! What happened?’ You asked as you pulled him into a hug. ‘Eh. Just wasn’t meant to be. Plenty other fish in the sea. I’ll be fine. Promise.’ While you believed him he still looked crestfallen, you knew how much he liked her.

Before long Soap and the Captain joined you, pints in hand as they scooted around the table. ‘Know when he’ll be joining us?’ Soap asked as he took a long sip. ‘No idea, you know what he’s like. He just materialises out of no where. Still does it to me in the house, can’t hear the fucker’ you giggled. The boys followed suit, laughing into their drinks at the expense of your husband.

Your husband who had been watching you from a small corridor next to the bar. Having felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention you gazed around the room. Until your eyes connected with his, a devilish twinkle illuminating within the darkness. He stood leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, biceps bulging beneath his black t-shirt.

With a swift ‘excuse me gentleman, need to use the ladies room’, you scurried to the toilet. But before you could enter he pinned you against the wall. ‘How the fuck do you do that?! You just fucking appear!’ Your tone was half playful, half annoyed. He ran his thumb along your jaw, ‘not here.’

Pulling you through a door he very hastily led you to the cellar. Dull lightbulbs barely lit the damp and musty cellar, plenty of dark corners amongst the barrels and crates of alcohol. ‘What are you doing?’ You huffed as you skipped wooden steps to keep up with him. His hand gripped your arm tightly. Almost possessively. ‘Simon for fucks sake!’

He swung you round a corner and pushed you up against the stone wall, both hands placed next to your shoulders as he crowed you in. ‘Havin fun with Gaz eh? Didn’t think he was your type.’ He chewed his jaw, lips pressed into a tight line. ‘You better not be implying what I think you are’ you spat back.

‘You tell me. Patting his knee, hugging him for everyone to see.’ He lowered his lips to your ear, breath tickling the fine hairs on your neck, ‘you’re mine.’

Raising your ring finger you waved it in front of his face ‘I told you, till death to us part, and that will be here much sooner than you think unless you take it back.’ Holding your ground you stared up at your husband, daring him to imply something else. ‘Now can we go?’

As you went to leave he gripped your hair, pulling your neck back forcing you to look at him. This time against your will. ‘I take it back sweetheart, but first I think you need reminding of who you belong to.’ A wicked grin spread across his lips, that glint in his eye you knew all too well twinkled in the low light of the cellar. ‘Don’t you?’ He cocked his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes.

Hovering his lips barely above yours he whispered ‘I’m gonna fuck you. You’re gonna thank me. And you’re gonna sit next to Gaz with my cum dripping out of your beautiful pussy. Understand?’ Every word was perfectly spoken, his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth with every syllable.

Your mouth suddenly went dry, all moisture having suddenly evaporated. Pressing your thighs together you desperately tried to relieve the ache in your groin. But it was no use. ‘Yes’ you barely managed to whisper back ‘please.’

With an arrogant scoff he smiled as he placed his lips on yours. His kiss invaded your senses, his taste; a weak sting of bourbon, his smell; a mixture of fresh linen and sandalwood, his touch; firm, soft but demanding. Coaxing your mouth open he slowly worked his tongue into it, rolling it on top of yours, leading the dance between them. Making you deepen the kiss before he snatched it away, his kisses moved to your jaw, to your neck, to your ear. ‘Bet you’re fuckin soaking’ he muttered before nipping your ear.

And soaking you were.

A small moan escaped you which only confirmed his statement. With one hand on his shoulder you kept the other on the cold damp wall, something to try and keep you grounded. The muffled sounds of conversation upstairs penetrated the floorboards, reminding you how close you were to every Tom, Dick and Harry. You couldn’t lose yourself here, not like you wanted to.

With your mind being lost somewhere in between nirvana and reality, you hadn’t even noticed that he’d undone your jeans and was gently working his hand towards your pulsing core. Before any words of objection could even be spoken he’d moved your panties to the side and swiped a finger along your slit. A whine, much louder than you’d wanted slipped past your lips. Causing him to place a firm hand over them. ‘Shhhh sweetheart. Don’t wanna be caught do we?’

Shaking your head you tried desperately to keep composure as he slipped his fingers inside. Slowly but firmly he began to work up to a rhythm he knew you loved so well. Rolling your hips closer to him your chest heaved, his fingers filled you perfectly, they reached every spot you needed them to. The palm of his hand rubbed against your clit, adding a welcome wave of pressure as he continued working your cunt with one hand.

He removed his hand from your mouth, instead muffling your moans with his lips, his tongue, inhaling every sound with each kiss. Your mouths moved together in unison, deep and passionate.

This was exactly why you married him.

You allowed yourself to give into the pleasure, to feel every movement, every inch of his skin on yours. So much in fact when the door to the cellar opened you jumped, instantly trying to push him away. But he relented. Staring at him, eyes wide with panic he carried on, but slower. The person came down the rickety stairs and began searching for something. All the while Simon was knuckle deep in your cunt, feeling now tight you were getting.

The thought of getting caught was turning you on.

He kept going, adding more pressure to your clit. Your breath staggered, chest tight with anxiety or adrenaline you weren’t sure. But you were close, that you knew for certain. The person moved closer and closer to your position, which only spurred him on further. You could see their outline creeping further and further towards you. Again you tried to stop him, but he relented, instead placing a finger to his lips. Your hips squirmed beneath him, you high creeping closer and closer. That tightly wound spring ever so close to snapping. The walls felt like they were closing in, your hearing was replaced by white noise as tiny prickles of light invaded your vision.

He shook his head, knowing full well you were about to cum. Within the panic you faintly heard the person leave the cellar, the door closing with a click. ‘Fuck sake Simon!’ You panted, ‘that was so fucking close! We need to leave.’ Nipping your neck once more he spun you in one fluid movement, so you were now bent against the wall. Cheek pressed firmly into the cool stone. He snaked his hand through your hair forcing you to arch your back. ‘Not till I see my cum dripping outta that divine cunt love.’

A pathetic whine left your throat.

Pulling your jeans and panties down he held you in place with one arm. His belt and jeans rustled behind you and with one push he bottomed out inside you. Both of you released a breathy gasp at the very welcome feeling. ‘Si … oh fuck’ you moaned, voice cracking under the pressure. ‘Shit’ he muttered under his breath as he began to thrust. Calculated thrusts, firm, demanding and possessive, just like his kisses. You knew he was sending message, and it was clearly received.

You were his.

He was yours.

‘Touch yourself. Cum on this cock sweetheart’ he drawled, voice slurred and thick. You dropped your hand and began to play with your clit, your lost climax suddenly rushing back. He kept his pace, thrusting deeper into you with each movement. The sound of your pussy devouring his cock echoed in the cellar. ‘Fuck you’re so good. Pussys made for me eh?’

You tried to answer but no words would materialise. Eyes rolled back in your head, hair tussled and pussy dripping as he expertly brought you closer to euphoria. Instead small broken cries filled the silence in between thrusts. ‘Fuck … gonna … cum Si … don’t stop’ you barely managed to whisper. ‘That’s it, just like that sweetheart, lemme feel it.’

With a final stroke to your clit the white noise returned, the walls closed in and your breath caught in your throat as you came around him. A strangled yet muffled cry oozed from you, you bit into your arm to stifle the noises. ‘Good fucking girl’ he praised, you could hear the smirk in his voice. Cocky prick.

He wasn’t far behind, his thrusts suddenly became longer, sloppier, messy. To help him along you arched your back further, tightening your pussy around him. He choked out a moan as he fell over the edge. You felt him cum inside you, filling you completely. Looking over your shoulder at him you met his gaze, slight disbelief at what you’d just done, but filled with so much love and adoration.

‘Have you got a tissue?’ You asked whilst trying to catch your breath. With a light spank he hit your bare ass, ‘I meant it love. You’re gonna sit next to him with my cum dripping out of you.’ Scoffing at him you braced yourself as he pulled out, but not before he placed a tender kiss on the small of your back.

[xo-myloves]

GIVE ME THE FREAKIES FREAKY FREAK SMUTT WITH AXL RN!!! 😝😝

I know I haven’t written in a while, and this request is from probably months ago but someone gave me motivation so I hope you guys love!!

(And yes this was rotting in my drafts)

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 '𝙽' 𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

I’m just a girl who had eyes for a beautiful man, I worked at the Roxy, and bands would come in there all the time, a few rocked, a lot of them sucked balls, but there was this one band that stuck out from the rest.

“Guns and Roses” it was a pretty name, and the band was FUCKING HOT! The music was even better, one of the members always stuck out, that fucking red headed singer, the way he jumped around and sung.

His voice.

Something about it, how deep it was, it was so smooth, everything about him, the outfits he’d wear, always so sexual, he was so sexual, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t, I wanted to be part of that, I needed to get into that head of his.

He seemed crazy, he seemed dangerous, I loved it, I wanted every part of it, when they played, I insisted I worked on those days, me and him have only talked twice, he came up to the bar for a jack and coke, and I tried to make small talk, he apologized and said he just couldn’t talk right now, which I was happy he was at least nice.

The second time, he tried to talk, which made my heart do backflips, but his band was fucking up and he had to take care of it, but he would slip in little comments, being flirty, we definitely had something going on.

I lived for it.

This time I knew which day they were playing this week, I made sure I was working, it was Friday at 9pm, I didn’t even care if I got to see them play again, I just needed to get my hands on him, or his hands on me, it didn’t help Friday was the busiest day out of the week but I didn’t even care, I made sure I would stick out for his visible.

I was going to wear the sluttiest thing I owned, a short red dress, with ripped fishnets, my hair big, heavy dark makeup, and chucky ass boots, I made sure that fucker was going to see me.

The second I walked into the club, everyone turned their heads, it didn’t help that my tits are huge and barley fit into the tight dress I was wearing, and I never really cared what I looked like when I went to work, and now I’m showing off?

It was just strange to my colleagues, to the douches at the bar, they were all eye fucking me, it made my ego explode, I never felt this good, I knew Mr red head would want me now.

Better known as.

Axl motherfucking Rose.

After I clocked in, and put my shit in the back, so I start working, it was only 8:30, and I knew axl was most likely going to be late, so I didn’t pay much attention to the time.

For the most part, I was pouring drinks for drunks and getting hit on, which is wonderful. Especially when it’s old men, not that I’m complaining but I want that fucking ginger.

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

I was slinging drinks still, hating everything, just wanting to see the fiery red head, which after a while I did.

There he was.

He looked fucking amazing, he was in a cut off t shirt, snake skin leather jacket, with tight lace up leather pants, I felt my inner core twist as he entered the room. Show time motherfucker.

I left the bar and let my coworker take over for a minute, he already knew my plan, I’ve been rambling his ear off since I got here.

When I walked away from the bar I went right up to him, no hesitation, “hi” that’s all I could say, what the fuck was I doing. I’ve never done shit like this, what the actual fuck is going on.

“Well hello to you doll, you got all done up.” He smirked, giving me the elevator look up and down. I felt so god damn nervous. “Yeah thought you may like it.” I smirked, covering my mouth with my hand to hide my awkward giggle.

“Don’t get all nervous now, you came over here, but I got a show to put on, these motherfuckers getting railed up, but I’ll definitely come back” he gave me a wink as he spoke, before walking away to the back stage.

My pussy almost fell out of my dress.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠

While I was hyperventilating at the bar, drinking Jack and Coke, my heat dripping watching axl dance and sing his little ass off, I loved every moment of this show, he knew what he was doing, the way he grabbed the mic stand during “Mr brownstone” the way he grinded against the air during “it’s so easy” staring at me the whole time, shooting me winks here and there, even blowing a kiss, I can’t deal with this man.

And holy fuck this man is walking up to the bar, he said he was coming back. “Like the show doll?” He smirked, leaning his elbows against the bar. My eyes got lost on him, the sweat on him from the show, having me even more hot and bothered, but I finally spoke.

“I thought it was great ax.” I gave a slight smile, tilting my head at him to see his nose better, because that always stuck out to me.

“Glad you liked it, now wanna talk about earlier? Or we could just go to my hotel and talk about it.” He smirked, knowing exactly what he wanted to do.

✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢

“Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy?”

Axl spoke looking down at me with a whip in one hand and my panties in the other.

The view was fucking amazing. Him standing above me, shirtless but still having his snake skin leather jacket, his assless chaps on, I’ve could’ve cum on sight.

We just started but I’ve never had the best sex, he hasn’t even put his dick into me yet….

I nodded my head to his question, it was more of a statement, but I still nod, he had a wicked smirk, as he grabbed my jaw with his hand with the panties in it, stuffing them in my mouth, making a makeshift gag.

Making my eyes look right up at him, watering slightly as I felt the leather whip come down to my right ass cheek, making me whimper into the panties.

“Aw can you not handle a little spanking? Thought you dressed up like a whore for a fucking reason” with those words another smack came down to the same ass cheek, making a tear fall out of my eye.

I’ve never been so wet, it was embarrassing, I just gave him my big doll eyes, pleading for pleasure with moans, keeping the drawls in my mouth, he took my jaw in his hand, coming down to my level.

“You wan something don’t you?” He tapped his fingers on my jaw, I nodded fairly quickly. He ripped the panties from my mouth. “Please axl.” I pleaded in a quiet soft tone.

He just started laughing manically, and grabbed me, throwing me face first into the bed, pushing my ass in the air, smacking my other ass cheek, making my back curl, not ready for this action, my breath hitched, as I felt him.

Fucking finally.

“FUCKING SHIT AX” I moaned as I felt his dick pound into me without warning, feeling myself getting stretched out from him, barely being able to think, this felt fucking amazing.

"Such a desperate slut for my dick, aren't you?" he grabs your hips forcefully and thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside your tight heat with a grunt, his pace never getting slower.

Smacks to my ass came down, making me red and red, my makeup smearing everywhere, spit getting onto the bed, you tried to speak but all that fell out of your mouth was moans, sounding like a desperate whore.

He sets a relentless pace, his hips slamming against your ass with each powerful thrust. "That's it, take this fucking cock like the good little slut you are." His hands grip your hips bruisingly tight as he leans forward, growling in your ear.

“Fuck me your I’m yours axl, a-all fucking yours.” I shouted, barely being able ti take the pleasure I was receiving from him, my legs trembling already.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer as he pounds into you ruthlessly. "You like it rough, don't you? You like being manhandled?" His other hand reaches up to grab your throat gently, pulling you back against him. "Answer me.”

“Jesus fuck yes, rough… yes rough.” I was saying sentences that didn’t make sense, I just keep repeating words and rambling, his grip on my neck tightening, my eyes rolling back, feeling his sweaty chest against mine.

His hips move like a jackhammer, slamming into you so hard that the bed creaks beneath you. He grunts and growls with each thrust, his face contorted with primal lust. "You're so loud, you stupid slut.”

His words cut you like a dagger, feeling my core tighten with pleasure, my hands digging into the bed underneath us, feeling his nails dig into my hips.

“Axl yes fuck.” I breathed out with many moans, I couldn’t stop moaning, there wasn’t a second I wasn’t moaning, I’ve never felt this much of pleasure.

“That's it, just moan. Moan for me like the broken little thing you are." He reaches down and grabs your hair, yanking your head back to look up at him. "Look at me, bitch. Look at me while I fucking destroy you."

As he gripped my head my eyes immediately went to his figure, his eyes were dark, they were no longer green, they were filled with lust, his hair falling in front of his face, his lips plump, his nose curled up perfectly.

They faster he went, they close I got, they louder I got, it was like he knew my body so well, like he knew me for years, his slender fingers came from my hip to my clit, rubbing like it was his job.

As he notices your approach to climax, he leans in close to your ear, his hot breath mingling with your shuddering gasps. "Go ahead, cum for me like the desperate whore you are. Show me how fucking grateful you are to have a real man railing you."

With his words, I came all over him, feeling it drip down to my thighs and his balls, he left out a long grunt, not slowing down his pace one bit..going even faster maybe…

He wasn’t going to be done with me until he filled me up, he thrusts got harder, he smacked my ass more, grabbing my hips for his final thrusts to make my hips and his snap together.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and holds himself there, his cock pulsing as he unloads a massive load of thick, hot cum deep inside your spasming pussy. "FUCK! TAKE IT ALL, YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT!"

Suddenly as he filled me up, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I felt myself squirt all over his cock, not ready for that myself, I know damn sure he wasn’t either.

Caught off guard by your explosive orgasm, Axl momentarily pauses his fierce pounding, looking down at your dripping body with surprise and begrudging admiration. "Well, fuck me sideways, never thought I'd meet a girl who could cum twice just from my dick."

I let out a soft giggle at his comment, whining softly as he pulled out of me, making a “pop” sound, having my eyes roll back, a grunt leaving his lips.

“Well shit… we should do that again some time.”

💋🖤.

[writerpeach]

Never Safe For Work

Dreamcatcher Gahyeon x m!reader

word count: 14k

The long-awaited return to the Dreamcatcher Office series

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Universally, it went without saying that nobody in their right mind liked Mondays, for obvious reasons. But Tuesdays? Those were the real fucker. 

The beginning of the work week always started the same way. Monday mornings were nothing but meetings, meetings, and more meetings. So that meant Tuesdays were not just four days left to endure, but time spent dealing with the aftermath from those endless hours of time spent discussing problems, budgets, and other mundane matters—time that could have easily been spent working on more crucial responsibilities.

Each hour passed felt longer than the previous one. Every minute dragged on as if it would never end. 

Early morning hours were the most troublesome part of the day to get through, weighed down by never-ending tasks daunting for an entire team, let alone one person. Not that the rest of the week’s schedule wouldn’t be any better, always filled, with the following day more hectic than the last one.

While the weekend seemed so out of reach, somehow you mustered up the energy to tackle your responsibilities, but even the simplest task felt difficult to do before your regularly scheduled trip to the vending machine and a refill of coffee. Equipped with a hot mug, alongside your second headache of the day, you sorted through dozens of emails about new projects from your bosses, other clients, and business partners. And just when you finished one task, another would be assigned to you, another plate to spin, another fire to put out.

Despite how early it was, you needed a break—caffeine wasn’t doing its job properly, so maybe you needed an extra dose, a shot of espresso from the fancy machine in the break room that you never touched for fear of breaking it. But before you could even get out of your chair, before you could stretch your arms, a loud knock at the door interrupted your countless thoughts. 

Great. 

Almost nothing good came from a knock at the door before noon. Usually, your superiors would call your office when they needed something, but when they needed to show up in person—that was when you were doomed. So, with dreadful anticipation as to which boss would further ruin your day, you waited for the door to open, half expecting flames to appear on the other side. 

But when the door creaked open and the figure standing in the doorway did not sport a pair of devil horns, you let out an enormous sigh of relief that it was only your assistant, Gahyeon. It wasn’t that she didn’t cause problems of her own, yet at least she wasn’t here to chastise you about an impending deadline or shove a brand new project to your already massive pile of work.

"Good morning, boss,” Gahyeon said as she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her mouth twisted into a less than genuine smile. 

“You look pretty busy.” Nothing she could have said would be more obvious other than calling water wet. With a heavy sigh, you glared at her and tried to keep your annoyance in check. Given the evident stack of documents on your desk, you couldn’t afford to waste any time today. 

"You’re late, Gahyeon. Once again. It’s half past ten, and you were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

Upon entering the office, Gahyeon shrugged without a care in the world, but at least had the courtesy to shut the door so you could reprimand her in private. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?” 

That annoying smirk on her face made it even worse. You wouldn’t have been so annoyed with her if she hadn’t done this during one of the busiest weeks of the year. Nearly three months had gone by since you promoted Gahyeon to fulltime and made her your personal assistant. Essentially, it was the same job but with increased responsibilities and higher expectations, but you were beginning to regret it when she fell back on old habits. 

“Well, I’ve done all the heavy lifting already since you couldn’t bother to show up when I actually needed you. There’s not much left to do right now. Go get some coffee or something.” 

“But I don’t like coffee…” Gahyeon pouted, always finding an excuse to fight back against even the smallest command. 

With the last of your worn patience razor-thin, you resisted the urge to snap at her while rolling your eyes practically out of your head. There was little you wanted to deal with right now, but if she was here, then you’d find some purpose for her. "Then go get something else to drink, Gahyeon. Just be back here within five minutes."

As Gahyeon left the room, you took a deep breath and rubbed your temple. Having such an unreliable assistant just added more stress, especially when she often had to be micromanaged at every moment. Your one hope would be that Gahyeon took her new position more seriously and became a valuable asset to the team, rather than a hindrance. The last thing you needed was someone to babysit. 

Trying to put a dent in your many, many emails, Gahyeon returned with a bottle of fruit juice in hand, plopped down in a chair in front of your desk and took a sip, an unnerving smile etched on her smug features. She wiped her mouth, leaving a lipstick stain on the bottle as she placed it on your desk. 

"You look like you could use a break, boss," she said in her usual cocky tone. Again—nothing had been more obvious. 

“I could always use a break,” you replied, raising an eyebrow while you looked up from your monitor. “But that’s not a luxury we have. There’s a lot of work to be done, and not enough time to do it.” 

Growing more frustrated, you looked back at your monitor, then back at Gahyeon, who hadn't moved aside from continuing to sip her fruit juice. You took a good look at her—with everything going on, her outfit hadn’t caught your attention until now. When Gahyeon was an intern, you would typically ignore it as long as her attire didn't deviate too far from the office dress code, but now that she held a place on your team, there was an expectation to dress more professional. However, every day she showed up she seemed to wear something that the higher-ups would consider wildly inappropriate. 

“Gahyeon, what have I told you about your work attire?” 

“What’s wrong with it?” Gahyeon looked down at her outfit, puzzled as if she wasn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary. Which, if it were up to you, would be fine—but even if you didn’t make the rules, it was your responsibility to make sure that everyone who worked underneath you followed them. 

“Do I really need to answer that? A skull tie, ripped stockings, and those boots? This is a professional environment, Gahyeon,” you said, letting your frustrations all out. “And you’re expected to dress as such. You’re not that clueless intern anymore, you’ve moved up. You represent this company now, so when I ask tasks to be run and our clients show up and see you like that—”

“But I like the way it looks…I like being comfortable.” 

Like always, Gahyeon missed the point, and you could feel the throbbing ache in your temple again. 

“Gahyeon, do you think I like wearing these stuffy collared shirts? Or these boring, constricting ties? No, I hate them, but I deal with it.” 

Before continuing, you let out a deep breath. “I don’t ask for much. Just that you show up on time and wear work-appropriate clothing. Yet you’ve failed to do both today. When I decided to hire you, it was because you promised me that you would take this position seriously, but if you won’t—then I can easily find somebody else who will.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down, boss. Tomorrow, I’ll wear one of your ugly little ties. And high heels. I promise.” 

“Just be professional.” 

“Aren’t I always? I’ll wear my best outfit. You won’t even recognize me.” 

Gahyeon wasn't the same intern she was a year before, despite her sometimes acting like it. You had a feeling she would come around eventually, she just needed a little push in the right direction. 

“So…is there anything I can help with, boss?” Gahyeon asked, even if it was a bit too little too late. 

After a long pause, she leaned against your office desk, looking around at cluttered reports, financial documents, endless proposals, and worst of all—an entirely too empty coffee mug. Out of frustration, you laughed—because what didn't you need help with? 

“Everything,” you said, slumping back in your chair. “I need to finish looking over these reports so I can have them sent to Minji. I’ve got weeks of expenses that need to be tallied up so Siyeon can reimburse me. There’s a video meeting with our new business partner in an hour and I haven’t even begun to prepare for it yet. And on top of that, every time I take a sip of coffee, my inbox keeps filling up. I just—” 

Letting out a sigh of defeat, your voice sounded more and more strained. To make matters worse, Gahyeon hopped atop your desk, interrupting any chance to finish more work. She crossed her legs before reaching forward and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

“Boss, you’re stressed. And your muscles are so tense. It sounds like you need a massage. Do you want me to give you one?” 

“That’s not what I need, Gahyeon. I just need you to help me look over these reports.”

“But that’s so boring,” she whined, pouting those sultry lips in disappointment. Having little energy left to endure her presence, you could feel your headache coming back. 

“That’s why it’s called work, we’re not at a theme park. You asked what I needed help with, so this is what I need help with. Maybe after we finish, then you can give me a massage.” 

Gahyeon wasn't pleased with your response, as evidenced by the look in her eyes. Refusing to sit idly, she lifted herself up off your desk and slid onto your lap before you could say another word, swinging her legs over to one side, so the weight of her generous butt rested on your thigh. But she couldn’t help but fiddle with your tie, flashing a flirtatious glance in your direction.

“You smell good, boss. New cologne?” Gahyeon asked, leaning in much closer until her face became mere inches from yours, with her seductive lips dangerously close. It became impossible to avoid her gaze, and you were inclined to lift her petite frame anchored on your lap. However, it didn't really matter because fighting Gahyeon's charm was a hopeless battle.

“I don’t wear cologne. But you need to get off me, you’re being a distraction.” 

Gahyeon didn’t care—rarely did she ever, with the only goal to get whatever she wanted. “Take it easy boss, you’ll pop a blood vessel. A little break won’t hurt, will it?” 

“If I had time for a break, I would take one.” Whenever Gahyeon lingered around, you only grew more and more frustrated with each passing second. 

“There’s always time for a break…” Gahyeon said, always refusing to make work a priority. “Maybe you should take a short one, boss? It’s not good for your health if you keep this up. Besides—isn’t this what you hired me for?” 

Your brow furrowed in irritation, before finally letting out another sigh. “No, I hired you because you showed what a good worker can be. Which I’m starting to believe was just a mistake, and I should let you be an intern forever.” 

Gahyeon chuckled, her demeanor unbothered. “But you like having me around. We both know you didn’t hire me just for my work skills…” 

She wasn’t exactly wrong. When Gahyeon wasn’t being a thorn in your side, you enjoyed her company, and if you had to admit, it was nice to have a pretty face show up to your office first thing in the morning—when she actually showed up. 

“Gahyeon, please get off me. Once I put a dent in this work then I’ll take a break. I promise.” But as expected, she didn’t budge, stubborn as ever, and kept playing with your tie. 

“But I think you should take a break now…” 

“Gahyeon—” 

“I get it, work comes first. But so should my boss,” she smirked, taking advantage of your compromised position. You had no response.

“So you wouldn’t want me to give you a nice, sloppy blowjob under your desk? I shouldn’t get on my knees for you and wrap these pretty little lips around your thick, delicious cock?” 

You swallowed hard. Gahyeon knew how to make you crumble, no matter how tough you tried to hide your weaknesses. She knew better than anyone what exact words to say and when to provoke you. If only she put as much effort into seducing you as she did in putting off her obligations. 

But your lack of any protest was the closest thing to an answer as she loosened up your tie and positioned herself into a proper mount on your lap. “I wanna make you cum, boss.” 

Her words sent an electrifying tingle up your spine. “I wanna make you cum in my mouth, so I can swallow it all. So you can watch me swallow your huge load. Come on, boss. I’m dying to suck your dick.” 

When your assistant practically begged, it was hard not to cave in. Your heavy workload could wait, because you couldn’t avoid those tempting eyes any longer. And if anything—it would be the best way to silence that mouth. 

“Then get on your fucking knees, slut.” 

Gahyeon’s devilish lips couldn’t smile any wider. Quick to comply after you uttered her favorite word, a word she no longer pretended to protest against, she used those same lips to deliver a greedy, deliberate kiss, before wiping her lipstick from your mouth.

“Since when do you care about lipstick marks?” 

“I don’t, boss. I’d just rather see my lipstick at the end of your cock.” 

There it was again, that annoying sly grin as Gahyeon removed herself from your lap, and lowered to her knees. She then maneuvered into the space underneath your desk, nestled perfectly between your legs. 

“Anything for you, boss.” Not one to hesitate, Gahyeon unzipped your pants with an intense desire to please you, eager for what waited underneath when she felt up your crotch. Faster than your next heartbeat, she yanked your slacks down, letting them drop to the floor in a heap, and your boxers fell to your ankles moments after. 

Gahyeon might have been a lot of things: unmotivated, a complainer, habitually late, but if there was one thing she was an expert at, that would be taking your mind off work. So you watched while she grabbed your cock, and slapped it on her pretty face, all while maintaining that seductive smile that screamed I’ll do anything. 

But it had all fallen into place far too easily. “Are you sure you deserve to suck my cock?” 

Refraining from saying much more, Gahyeon frowned and answered with deft strokes as she pumped your cock with a tight grip. 

“I’ll convince you, boss.” 

Her eyes sparkled with determination, widening even more when she admired your shaft, before she teased it with her wet tongue and licked along your length. 

If you had to admit one weakness, it would be Gahyeon’s lips; so pouty and full, kissably soft and always ready to go down on you at a moment’s notice. When they made contact on your swollen cockhead and planted several wet kisses, there would be no holding back, you had fully given into temptation. 

But there would be no guilt about letting your assistant suck you off in your office for the umpteenth time, because as Gahyeon suggested—it was just part of the job. 

So without interruption, you let Gahyeon do what she did best. She continued kissing your cockhead and created a path of tender kisses all the way down to your base that warmed your shaft with her hot breath as she did so. “You’re so hard, boss…” 

Only Gahyeon could be blamed for that.

“Need to get this down my throat. I’m so hungry, I haven’t had breakfast yet,” Gahyeon murmured as she licked her lips, and gave your stiff cock a proper tongue bath, followed by bouts of kissing your cock that gave as much attention as she could. Ultimately, it was the look in her eyes that turned you on more so than the sloppy licks she gave your cock, but her unwavering eye contact and growing desperation while on her knees more than helped persuade you. 

“Then stop teasing me, Gahyeon,” you said, shooting her a look that demanded she comply. Surprisingly, she did just that—after one more long lick up your length, her sexy lips parted, and swallowed up the engorged head of your cock. From that moment, you melted into your office chair when Gahyeon sucked your tip, and her head bobbed in a hypnotic rhythm while her delicate hands caressed your bare thighs. 

“There you fucking go,,” you muttered, almost too loud for comfort as any tension in your body began to fade. Gahyeon wrapped those pretty lips around your cock and created a tight suction that instantly made you groan as she worked her magic. Using those perfect plump lips to suck on your swollen head, she only let go of your cock to flick against your leaking slit, then nudged down further to the base to take more of you in her warm mouth. 

“Mmm, you’re so delicious, boss. I’ve been waiting for this all morning,” she moaned, as she slapped your cock against her wet tongue. You knew her intentions went deeper than just your personal wellbeing, but you never should have fought back against this—and if anything, Gahyeon’s mouth on your cock should be part of your morning routine. 

That pretty mouth felt better the deeper it went, using all the tricks she had stored—spitting on your dick, hollowing her cheeks, and fondling your balls until your entire length ended up buried down her throat. 

“Fuck, Gahyeon—just like that.” With a deep groan, your gaze fixated on Gahyeon’s bobbing head, as you savored the intense wetness of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and the wonderful warmth of her throat. The messier she got, the more tension from your body dissipated, and soon you felt lighter than a cloud, as both the stiffness in your neck and shoulders subsided. 

Gahyeon, like she had candy in her mouth, sucked on each of your balls while she furiously stroked your cock. From there, her sloppy mouth swapped between your tender sack and your stiffened cock, giving equal attention until she doused each part of you with as much warm saliva as she could. 

In that instant, when your throbbing length filled her throat, her greedy lips remained balls deep, with her cute nose flush against your stomach. Lost in her piercing gaze, Gahyeon lips stayed latched onto your shaft, as she took hungry, fulfilling strokes, and had never looked so needy.

But you, on the other hand, needed more than just a wet mouth to satisfy your craving. “Open that shirt up, slut. Need to see those pretty tits.” 

Bobbing her head more frantically, Gahyeon kept her focus on swallowing your cock down her throat, but also loosened her tie up, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Multitasking was only a skill used when she needed it. Her nimble fingers practically ripped open her top, exposing her full, clothed breasts in the black bra underneath, with her skull tie nestled perfectly in between deep cleavage that stared back at you. 

“Fuck, there’s nothing more I love than sucking your cock,” Gahyeon said, filling up her throat with every long stroke, using her talented mouth with more fervor than she ever did before. 

“Doesn’t that feel good? I love hearing you moan, boss. My pretty lips must feel so good on your huge, throbbing cock, right?” 

Another set of painfully obvious questions that you shouldn’t have bothered to answer. “Yeah, Gahyeon. You’re being such a good little cockslut. Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking—

It was hard to finish your sentence when you had your assistant slobbering on your dick, lips hard at work, desperate to prove her worth. 

"Then why aren’t you fucking my throat?" Gahyeon asked, hands gripping your thighs to further add encouragement. You had to ask yourself the same question—but there was no need for an answer, especially after you immediately grabbed both sides of her head, with your fingers tangled up in her pretty locks. 

Fortunately for Gahyeon, it wasn't in your nature to be gentle with her, and she would never want you to be. After staring at her mesmerizing eyes, you shoved her head down your length, thrusting into her mouth until you bottomed out her throat in one fluid stroke, forcing out a gag on the first try. 

Holding her head down, you pumped vigorously into that tight mouth, and Gahyeon gagged once more as the bottom of your length became saturated with lipstick and saliva. Now that the last bits of control were taken away, Gahyeon let out sultry sounds of being unable to manage your length, regardless how many times she had been in this exact position.

“Sorry, boss. You’re just so big for my slutty little mouth.” Gahyeon got off on this part the most, and nothing made her happier than having her throat stuffed to the hilt, being choked with cock as you shoved it down until she couldn’t even breathe. 

More than the thick flesh that gagged her, Gahyeon loved the helplessness that came with being throatfucked, the way her mouth filled with drool, and how it took mere seconds until her once pretty face became an absolute mess with just a handful of harsh thrusts. On your end, you loved ruining Gahyeon’s makeup, as well as making her luscious lips glisten with saliva, because when she walked out of your office with mascara and tears dripping down her cheeks—you knew she had no way to hide the events that had just transpired. 

Yet, for all the many times you gave Gahyeon the rough throatfucking she so desperately begged for, she should have grown accustomed to the harsh way you used her pretty mouth. But you couldn’t say you didn’t love to see her struggle, audibly gag, and drool when your length continuously shoved down her throat. 

After all, whenever Gahyeon was on her knees, she had little trouble submitting to you. In fact, she preferred this, to be treated like nothing but your own personal toy, to use whenever at your own convenience. Without any complaints, Gahyeon continued gagging on your cock, as you continued thrusting your hips into her face, urged by the look on her face. 

“Such a good fucking slut, taking me so well. My pretty little assistant really likes being facefucked, don’t you? And gagging on your boss’s dick?” With her cock-filled throat gurgling on your shaft, slurping and leaking saliva down the corners of her lips as she tried to choke it down, Gahyeon couldn’t exactly give a response. But you could see it in those needy, lust-filled eyes, how much she took pleasure in her throat being fucked without mercy, without consideration for how well she could breathe. 

Only once did you grant Gahyeon a brief respite that left her gasping for air. Unconcerned for anything but your taste, she latched her wet lips onto your balls, and suckled them with a greedy hunger you hadn’t seen before, tasting her own spilled saliva. “I really love choking on your dick, boss. You make me so wet when you force my head down, when you make my eyes water, when I can feel every last inch of this beautiful dick throbbing down my throat…” 

From then, it only got rougher, even messier when Gahyeon sputtered out saliva against your shaft, gagging on your length over and over as she struggled to breathe properly. Regardless of how rough things got, she would always choose the hard flesh jammed down her throat over oxygen, and nothing could deter the lewd expressions she made, nor could it deter your vigorous skullfucking. 

More and more you craved your addiction—the sounds of Gahyeon struggling, the tears in her pleading eyes, the streaks of mascara that beautifully ran down her face, and the harsh tugs of her hair you made when you hit the back of her throat. Equally, Gahyeon craved the way her lips were forced down at the bottom of your base, her mouth wide open and her jaw stretched out. Most of all, you were addicted to the intense feeling of ramming your cock down Gahyeon’s throat, because there wasn’t anything better than the messy sounds from a good throatfuck. 

Gahyeon fulfilled her role well, even if she did little but stay on her knees and offer up her wet throat, dedicated to your pleasure. 

"Fuck, this throat feels so damn good,” you groaned, as the endless echoing noises her messy little mouth made compelled you to be even rougher, causing the final traces of self-control collapsed. “You sound so good choking on this dick. My little slut likes being your boss’s personal fucktoy, don’t you?” 

The way that Gahyeon looked up drove you wild as she answered with her eyes, not only just enduring, but savoring the merciless treatment of her throat, yet getting off more by your degrading words than any actions. 

Just as you felt yourself going insane with bliss and drew closer and closer to that sweet nirvana—there came a knock at a door that interrupted your fun. 

Shit. 

Mild panic kicked in—you couldn’t think straight. You wouldn't have any cause for concern if Yoohyeon or Bora came through that door, they’d even take a seat to enjoy the show and spur you on. But you had to be ready for anyone else who wouldn’t turn a blind eye, regardless if the entire office floor knew you railed your assistant more often than a fresh cup of coffee brewed. 

After you involuntarily released the tight grip you held on either side of Gahyeon’s head, you tried to collect yourself and ran through dozens of scenarios in your head in preparation for whatever possibility would materialize. 

“Don’t fucking move, Gahyeon. Don’t make a fucking sound, just keep my cock warm in your throat, okay?”

Moving back beneath your desk as a quick sign of acknowledgment, Gahyeon tried her best to stay out of sight, and for the time being, kept your cock in her mouth obediently. 

While your heart pounded as you wondered who could possibly be behind your office door, you made your best effort to tidy up your desk, wanting at least something to look presentable. 

“Come in!” you said, after some serious hesitation, and hoped that you wouldn’t be caught with your pants down—quite literally. Moments later, the door to your office opened, and it came as no surprise who stood behind it, the lesser of two evils—Kim Minji. 

“Good morning, boss.” Somehow, you found the courage to look straight ahead while resisting the impulse to look underneath your desk.

 “Morning!” Minji replied back, sporting a bright smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to add to your pile. I come with good news only. Here are our monthly earnings reports. We’re up ten percent from last month, so your bonus at the end of the month will reflect that. Good work.” 

You held your breath when Minji dropped a folder on your desk, and pretended everything was as normal as could be, like you weren’t naked from the waist down with your cock being warmed by Gahyeon’s pretty lips. 

“Thank you, boss. Oh here, I have some reports that you need to look over and sign them.” 

“Of course, I’ll have them back to you by the end of the day.” For all the stress that Minji brought, her smile alone came with a sense of relief, and she was much preferable to deal with than her scary counterpart, Siyeon. 

“Wait, where is Gahyeon? I swear I saw her earlier, did she not show up today?” Minji asked, folding her arms against her chest. 

If only Minji knew your assistant was nestled under your desk. Which of course meant Gahyeon couldn’t help herself. As if on cue, her tongue began to play with the underside of your shaft, and you gritted your teeth to control yourself, but you palmed the back of Gahyeon's head and dug your nails into her skull to prevent anything else. 

“Oh, she’s here. She’s…around. I sent her on a couple errands, so she should be back soon.” 

“Ah, okay. Well, whenever she comes back, send her my regards for a job well done. She’s an official part of the team now, so she shares the credit.” 

“Sure thing, boss.” Minji nodded, turned around to head back to her office, then shut the door behind her. Once she had departed, you took a deep breath, and relaxed back in your chair, with your heart still racing.

“Jesus, Gahyeon. What did I say?” You glared at her underneath your desk, but she didn’t utter a single word. No sooner had you taken your next breath before she snatched your cock back inside her mouth and went back to work. 

“Think you can finish me off by yourself? You want me to blow my load down your tummy?"

Gahyeon had never smiled so wide, nor had as much enthusiasm when she bobbed her head and played with your balls, trying to speed up your orgasm. “Yes, boss! Please let me swallow your cum, I’ll suck every drop out of you.” 

Despite how much she enjoyed having her throat used, Gahyeon also took pride in her oral expertise. So, in the blink of an eye, her movements grew frantic, eager to wring out your load as promised, with every stroke of her mouth bringing you even further to ecstasy.

More than ready to blow your load, you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your core when Gahyeon’s warm, sloppy mouth devoured your cock up, deepthroating from tip to base, with a trail of saliva covering every inch as she slurped the life out of you. 

“Don’t fucking stop, Gahyeon. I’m so close, keep sucking that dick until you make me explode,” you demanded, and she obliged as she sucked with a fervor never shown before, impatiently waiting for you to shoot down her throat. 

Nearly there, your breathing grew heavy, faster with each stroke, and you couldn’t wait to release that deep reservoir of pent up lust Gahyeon had caused. As each pass drove you closer and closer to release, you couldn't stop staring at how her lips swallowed you whole while her eyes kept their focus on you, anticipating your climax. 

Gahyeon didn’t hold back anything, finishing you off with one more long stroke from base to tip, as you gripped the back of her head tightly with both hands, pressed her face down your crotch, and let out a loud groan when you finally unloaded in her mouth. Like a tidal wave, your orgasm hit, her eyes widening more than they ever had when your thick cum quickly overflowed from the messy corners of her lips, the volume of your orgasm simply too much to handle. 

You firmly held her head down, unwilling to let go, all while your dick continued to pulsate inside Gahyeon’s throat, sending more hot semen down, and you spilled everything you had with loud grunts and lust-filled groans. Exhausted and drained of every drop, every ounce of energy, you gasped and panted while releasing the harsh grip you held, feeling the weight of the world lifted. With a messy face and a satisfied smile, Gahyeon pulled away until your cock released from her lips, and opened her mouth wide to let you see the creamy pool of cum gathered up before she swallowed the sticky mess that coated her throat. 

After licking her lips stained with saliva, Gahyeon cleaned up the remnants of arousal that she failed to contain, using her tongue to clean up your crotch so she could fill her stomach more. Only then did she place one more deep kiss on your cock that had yet to stop twitching, and slid her tongue into your sensitive slit, desperate to try to find a drop she hadn’t yet tasted.

“Your cum tastes so good, but I need more, boss, much more. Your delicious cum makes a very good breakfast.” 

“Greedy little cumslut.” Gahyeon giggled in admission as she licked clean the head of your cock. Several deep breaths later, you leaned back in your chair and just stared at her, who kept some part of her body touching yours, lips kissing your inner thighs, delicate hands longing to keep your body warm. 

You were far from done with her, but the workplace would no longer cut it, you needed a more open playground. 

“There’s much more for you later, but you’ll have to earn it,” you said, earning a pout from Gahyeon’s thoroughly used lips, because being told to work for something—even your dick, made her disappointed. Taking some pause, she lifted herself up, stood upright, and took a seat back on your desk, eyes looking around at the stacks and mountains of paperwork that seemed impossible to know where to begin. 

“Now that I’ve relieved some of that stress, what else can I help with, boss?” she asked, not even bothering to button up her shirt. 

“Nothing, Gahyeon.” 

“Nothing?” she repeated, tilting her head to one side. “But I thought you had a lot of work to finish…” 

“Yeah, I do. Piles of it, as you can see. But since you got me so worked up, it’ll have to wait,” you said, shamelessly focusing on her uncovered cleavage that still had glistening saliva staining her chest.

“I’m going to take the rest of the day off, and so are you, just so I can rail you into next week—but not here. Because we both know you’ll be far too loud, so we’re going back to my place so I can fuck your brains out far away from this office, where nobody will be around to hear how loud you’ll scream for me.” 

Even in her disheveled state, Gahyeon couldn’t have been more overjoyed. She’d take any excuse to leave the office. But convincing your superiors as to why you were leaving work with your assistant before noon would be the tricky part, though just this once, you could count on Gahyeon, because you knew she had a thousand different ways to get out of work. You'd leave that part all up to her.

✦ ✦

You couldn’t have driven fast enough to your place. Luckily, most traffic lights were in your favor, and those that weren’t, well—you were fortunate enough to not see red and blue in your rear view mirror. Not even three songs played through your playlist before you arrived, then it became a race to enter your house, and the door couldn’t open fast enough. 

The thought of staying in a hotel did cross your mind, with its spacious beds that you wouldn’t be responsible for changing sheets, scalding hot showers, and beautiful balconies that were perfect for ramming your pretty assistant up against the cold glass while admiring the view. If you wanted, you could have made everything come full circle and took Gahyeon to the same hotel you took Bora to that very first night that snowballed your office relationships. For sure, that really would have made Gahyeon jealous and brought out an even bigger brat in her, but also most likely you’d get kicked out for noise complaints within five minutes. 

Your place would suffice. After all, it was already well equipped with everything you needed, without worries of noise or any other concerns, although you planned on fucking Gahyeon hard enough that the entire neighborhood could hear her moans and screams. 

When the door closed behind Gahyeon, there would be no more holding back, the green light to take her against any surface to do whatever you pleased with her. But she didn’t even bother to properly store her shoes when she slipped them off, yet neither did you, as you tossed your keys, wallet, and all your inhibitions. 

“Bedroom? Living room?” she asked, but wouldn’t make it past the foyer before you pinned her against the front door with a hand wrapped around her throat. Gahyeon knew things wouldn’t be easy the moment she stepped foot in your place, but it didn’t stop her from feeling just a trace of nervousness when you tightened your grip, adding to her arousal. 

She couldn’t hide her anticipation, nor her little lip quivers under your control, but at the same time—this was what she wanted, what she worked hard to provoke you, willing to fold and let you have your way with her. 

“Here? You’re gonna fuck me hard against this door, daddy?” she asked, as though it were both a question and a suggestion, but it only made you clutch her throat harder when you pushed her more against the wood of the front door. 

“Don’t call me that, Gahyeon.”

“But you like it when I call you that. And we’re not at the office…” Gahyeon was right on all counts, but after her little morning shenanigans, she would have to earn her daddy privileges back. 

“You’re right. We’re not at the office anymore, but that doesn’t mean you still deserve to use that word. Because now you’re going to call me sir while I fuck you senseless until your legs give out.”

Releasing the grip on her throat, Gahyeon caught her breath, then gave a slight nod with a blatantly mocking salute. “Yes, sir.” 

“That’s much better. Now arms up.” 

Gahyeon stalled as she rolled her eyes and curled her lips into an even more blatant smirk. “But what if I don’t wanna?” 

That was what you expected, of course. Now, in the comfort of your own space, the best part of bringing Gahyeon home was the freedom to do what you wanted with her. But it came at a cost, for her to fall into her old bratty ways, with her own freedom to challenge every order you gave with less repercussions than at the office.. 

“Arms up, slut,” you repeated, but predictable as always, Gahyeon didn’t move a muscle, nor did she make any attempts to listen. Fine then, you would play her little game—for now. While you stared at the whites of those gorgeous eyes, waiting to see who would blink first, you seized her cold, delicate wrists, and pinned them above her head with the harshest grip you could manage. 

She pretended to fight back, squirming under your touch, and pretended like she couldn’t be controlled. But when you stared daggers into her big, round eyes, she folded like a deck of cards, thanks to your intimidating gaze. 

“Keep those arms raised, Gahyeon. Don’t drop them until I say so.” 

“Y-yes, sir,” she said after nodding in agreement, refusing to give up her faux defiance while you caressed and patted her cheek. 

“Good girl.” 

As her first test of obedience, you released the firm grip on her wrists that had developed bruises already, and observed while she kept her arms held high above her head. Searching for any signs of resistance, you couldn’t find any when you loosened up Gahyeon’s tie and slid it off her, almost tempted to use it to bind her hands together. Instead, you flung it aside and undid her top, allowing yourself access to her ample breasts once more. 

Her chest didn’t stay covered for long, and after a long stare between her deep cleavage, you tugged her lacy bra down enough to release her wonderful full breasts, cupping them the moment they earned freedom. 

Making sure Gahyeon still held her arms up, you squeezed her bare breasts, groping as much flesh could fill your hands. You teased her taut nipples, flicking your fingers against them as they stiffened up, which made a helpless Gahyeon moan against your touch. 

“Look at these gorgeous fucking tits. They look so swollen and sensitive,” you said while fondling them to your heart's content, enjoying their softness, their pleasant weight, and how effortlessly they bounced as you toyed with them. Her tits were as immaculate as they were sensitive, softer as you remembered, perfectly shaped, and you could spend hours kneading them, playing with them, all while her eyes begging for your continued touch.

The more you squeezed Gahyeon’s large breasts, the needier her moans became, as your hands got lost in that milky flesh. She could feel her shoulders ache the longer things went, but knew better than to dare complain. That would be the least of her worries soon enough. 

You tugged at her pretty nipples, pinched them, then flicked them more just to break the silence with her whines—but it would be the last modicum of pure pleasure you would grant Gahyeon. Without warning, you slapped one of her heavy breasts, and watched her flinch in surprise. You then slapped her other breast even harder, perfectly landing on her stiffened nipple that you pinched right after, making her yelp out while causing satisfying ripples of her sensitive flesh. 

Unable to hide her reactions, Gahyeon cried out in both pain and pleasure while you continued smacking her pale tits, the harsh sound an addictive level of arousal for her—for you, another release of frustration, more encouragement to hear those cute whines, and most of all, more punishment. 

Back and forth you went between her beautiful tits, and smacked one after another, right, then the left, then the opposite direction, even slapping them both at once, like a metronome of painful pleasure leaving an arousing soreness that made Gahyeon’s thighs clench. 

"I like you much better when you're an obedient little whore,” you said, proud to have wiped that smirk from Gahyeon’s pretty face, and kept up your assault on her supple, tender breasts that began to turn a shade of red that contrasted with her creamy skin, turning even more sensitive than from the start. She fought hard not to moan, unsuccessful when you carried on the ruthless nature, each pass across her reddened chest a heavy reminder that you were the one with all the power. 

“Fucking brat. You like these huge fucking tits being slapped?” Before she responded, you roughly kneaded her breasts, earning even louder whimpers when you played with her nipples, driving her crazy with stimulation.  

“Y-yes, sir, I love it, I love my tits being slapped! Please, sir, please—make it hurt,” Gahyeon pleaded, and for once, you’d oblige her by smacking her tits with much more force than previously, only to watch them bounce and bounce, as if counting the times she disobeyed you. You knew she could take more, that the painful sting of her tits being slapped would only ruin her panties more. Which was exactly why following a few more smacks and tugs at her swollen nipples, you gave each sensitive, reddened breast one final slap before you pulled away. 

Unsurprisingly, Gahyeon couldn’t help but be greedy and beg for just a little more. “Please, sir! Please keep slapping my tits, please, please…”  

But you ignored her pleas entirely and took a step back, admiring the way Gahyeon stayed frozen in this helpless state. “No, Gahyeon. A greedy little slut like you doesn’t deserve anything.” 

Next came the customary pouts, needy whines, and desperate pleas that you disregarded while guiding her away from the doorway, removing that pesky shirt and bra to leave her fully topless. Finally able to rest her tired arms, the first thing Gahyeon did was make her way over to you, squeezed a handful of your crotch, and let her eyes wander while a delightful smile overtook her sinful lips. 

“Please, sir…” Normally, you’d punish an unpermitted action like that, but well—you figured Gahyeon had enough punishment for now. Plus, you knew that would be exactly what she wanted. So instead, you simply grabbed Gahyeon by the waist, and held her tight against the nearest wall as you dove into her neck. 

“Ah, please!” Letting out little gasps while you licked, nibbled, and then sucked on her delicate neck, eager to leave a mark.  

As you kept sucking a bruise into her neck, Gahyeon returned to your crotch, and rubbed you through your slacks until you hardened under her touch. You made quick work of her skirt and removed it from her tiny little waist, then watched the way it dropped down to her ankles, leaving her in just skimpy panties and torn stockings. Those tattered, unprofessional stockings which gave you an idea when you dropped to one knee. 

You ran a finger over her thigh, scratching against the material to test its strength, and easily tore through the fragile fabric. Confirming your suspicions, you found the perfect spot and tugged at the sheer fabric right between the center until they ripped open. 

Gahyeon looked down in shock, but you couldn’t even be bothered to meet her gaze. “Hey! I liked those stockings!” 

You didn’t—they were tacky, cheap-looking, and most of all, inappropriate for the office. No better excuse than getting rid of them by ripping them off Gahyeon. “You earn a better paycheck now, you can buy another pair. One that’s more professional, like you promised. Besides, they were ripped already.” 

“But they’re supposed to be—” 

Ignoring her was, as always, the best course of action while you removed her now useless stockings and admired her bare, luscious legs in all their splendor. When you rose to your feet and pressed two fingers against her clothed cunt, Gahyeon no longer had any complaints to spare. 

“Ah! Will you—will you fuck me now, sir?”

Not a damn thing would stop you from that. “Yes, Gahyeon. I’m going to use your tight body, every slutty little hole, until I’m satisfied, and I’ll make sure I ruin you.” 

With your intentions laid out, Gahyeon couldn’t look more pleased, and there was no better motivation than your petite assistant waiting for you to ravage her body. Not wasting a second, Gahyeon unbuttoned your pants as you took off your shirt, adding both items to the discarded pile of clothes underneath. For a brief moment, you admired each other’s half-naked bodies, until you grabbed her waist to pull her close enough so that she could feel your bulge against her toned stomach. 

“I can feel how hard you are. I did this to you, didn’t I sir?” Gahyeon asked, as she reached down to massage your bulge, tracing every inch while your throbbing erection strained against the fabric. 

“You’re right, Gahyeon. Your slutty little body caused this. And you know what I plan on doing about it right?” 

“This cock is going inside me, isn’t it, sir? Until I can’t walk?” 

“Until you can’t walk.” 

Without saying anything more, Gahyeon began her ascent up the stairs that led to the bedroom, but only made it a few steps, before you grabbed her voluptuous hips and bent her over the stairwell railing. Little could compare from such a vantage point with your curvy assistant in your favorite position, yet you wasted no time peeling off her skimpy little thong to expose her plump buttcheeks and the prettiest set of pink pussy lips. 

“Impatient, sir?” she asked, and instinctively spread her legs, granting easier access to whichever part of her body you would decide to partake in first. Making that decision would be more difficult than anything you had done at work, for sure. 

“That’s your fault, Gahyeon. Now you’re going to share some of the responsibility,” you replied, pondering over your choices carefully. Her tight, spankable ass begged for attention, and that little asshole would be a wonderful place to start, but the wet flesh of her gorgeous cunt couldn’t be ignored, beckoning as it dripped with arousal. Either would provide an ideal home for your aching shaft. 

Until a decision could be made, you removed your boxers, and gave yourself some relief, stroking several times as your attention grew divided between Gahyeon’s juicy ass and the slick pair of lips that waited for you. 

“Where do you want this cock, slut?" you asked, unable to make a decision on your own and rested your shaft between her shapely cheeks. Surrounded by supple flesh that sandwiched your thick erection, you slid in between and throbbed while you awaited her answer. 

“Wherever you want, sir,” Gahyeon responded, an honest, yet unhelpful response that did little to steer your answer in the right direction. “It really doesn’t matter, as long as you pound me like a whore and empty these big juicy balls inside me.” 

Back at square one, it would be up to you to choose your own fate. Inevitably, you’d use both that tight sculpted ass and her drenched, succulent pussy, but without any lube in arm’s reach, the choice became obvious which would be the winner of your seed. You would save the best for last. 

“Fine, Gahyeon. Let’s start with this pretty little cunt.” 

With your cock poised above Gahyeon’s ass, she couldn’t have been more ready when she arched her back and leaned firmly on the railing, looking back for a moment to entice you with her eyes. As you lined yourself up with her warm opening, your tip nudged her plump pussy lips, and you felt her walls tremble in anticipation. You were all out of patience, so after you grabbed her wide hips and slid inside her with ease, you bottomed her out with your entire length in one fluid motion. 

“Oh god,” Gahyeon moaned out in surprise, while her pussy tightened around your shaft the moment she felt your thick shaft slide into her slippery warmth. “So fucking big.” 

There was no pause, no hesitation when you plunged your hard cock inside the intense warmth of Gahyeon’s tight little pussy. The soft flesh wrapped around you, already dripping wet when it squeezed your length, and your shaft felt so damn good inside that tight hole that your hips picked up speed right away, stretching out her velvety walls. With every thrust you felt her walls quiver, compelled to grip her body tighter, and used her body as an outlet, entirely out of frustration for how goddamn tight she was. 

“Goddamn, Gahyeon, you’re so fucking wet,” you hissed, out of breath at the hot flesh that craved your throbbing cock as you pumped into her heat, your entire shaft covered in her slick juices. “So tight, such a tight fucking slut, god—this tight pussy feels too good.” 

Already, you were going insane, even by the first set of thrusts, Gahyeon felt so hot around you, her delicious cunt squeezing so harshly, that you couldn't help but give in to lust, freeing the restraints that remained. Almost on autopilot, you pounded into her heat unabated, pistoning your hips that met her supple cheeks, and rippled with every thrust as the smack of flesh on flesh filled the small foyer. 

“Oh my god, just like that. Fuck me like that, please sir, fuck me like a toy!” she begged, not that being gentle with her would ever be an option, not when you could stretch her in ways unimaginable. 

“Your tight little cunt loves my cock, doesn’t it? Look at you creaming all over me like a needy fucking whore. You like being used, don’t you? You like being fucked this rough by your boss?” you growled, as Gahyeon desperately moaned for more. 

Fueled by the intense clench of her cunt that persuaded you to keep the rough pace, she held the railing while you kept railing her, and made every type of satisfied moan imaginable. Those delicious cheeks bounced and bounced when your body clapped against them, and they became a soundtrack of delirious bliss, one that you could listen to forever. 

“Sir, yes! Oh my god, you’re so deep in my little pussy, please, please, sir—fuck me harder! Fuck, oh fuck!” 

You continued to mercilessly slam into Gahyeon’s wet cunt as she repeatedly added the word sir to the end of her moans, and fought to keep up with the tempo you set as she became louder with each hard set of thrusts. 

Beginning to pant heavily, Gahyeon squirmed underneath your body and desperately tried to anchor herself to the stairwell. Her beautiful pale skin glistened with sweat as you kept pounding away into her slippery warm depths, and your movements became more and more erratic, borderline out of control. 

And she endured it all so well, so fucking wet you swore you would slip out of her at any moment, but you kept hammering out thrusts, with your end goal to absolutely destroy her cunt. Because with Gahyeon, there was no such thing as being too rough, no holding back, and it was a given to fuck her without a morsel of mercy that undoubtedly, even your neighbors across the street could hear the screams she made while your bodies crashed together. 

If it were anything less, Gahyeon would have complained without end. 

Leaning closer, with your hands still squeezing her insanely wide hips, you buried your face into the crook of her hot sweaty neck, took a long lick, and bit down harshly, yearning for the rich taste of Gahyeon.

“After I cum in you, that huge ass is next. I’ve been waiting to fill your holes, ever since you were on your knees under my desk. I could have pounded your ass at work, but I wanted to do it in the comfort of my own bed so I wouldn’t have to worry about staining the carpet. It’s not easy to explain to the custodial staff that my assistant can’t keep her fucking legs closed.”

For once, maybe since the first time you met her—Gahyeon became speechless. Her attention narrowed on how you were slamming your hips against her and rearranging her guts. “When you report to work tomorrow, you’re going to have to carry around one of those spare cushions from the maintenance closet from me ravaging your perfect ass.” 

Every slew of vulgarity that left your mouth made Gahyeon’s hips buck almost as much as the rough thrusts that battered her sweaty little body. You kept yourself buried in her tight cunt, consumed with desire from the sensations of your hard cock that slid between her drenched lips, pounding into her with thrusts so hard she almost collapsed. 

Overpowered by exhaustion, Gahyeon released her grip on the stairwell, and you took advantage by seizing both her arms one at a time, and held them behind her back, linking them with yours. She wasn’t going anywhere as her lips uttered the most needy cries of pleasure when you pulled her upright towards you, the warmth of her cunt intoxicating, sending you into a frenzy of bliss. Gahyeon was completely yours, and you were free to use and dominate her hot body as much as you desired until you had your fill. 

Utilizing your remaining strength, you followed down a final path of merciless thrusts while keeping her curves close to you at all times, maintaining the urge to fuck every last little bit of brat out of her. 

Her words became a jumbled mess of incoherence, and the more you plunged into that smothering wet heat, the greater the urge became to spill your seed inside Gahyeon, unwilling to fight back against the tightness in your balls that demanded to be drained. 

And while Gahyeon didn’t deserve to cum—you were more than content to keep this a one-sided ride of pleasure, but had to ensure that she became more than a ruined, blithering, fucked out mess who couldn’t remember whose assistant she was. You wouldn’t be satisfied until her legs turned to jelly, hell-bent on this maddening pace as her body began to tremble, counting down to the last moments of release that you both chased. 

Because there would never be anything better than watching Gahyeon fall apart at the seams.

"Sir, please, I’m so close. Please, n-need, need to—” Gahyeon didn’t even have to vocalize her desires when the walls of her soaked cunt tightened to a new level, but you always enjoyed that begging, and wouldn’t hesitate to finish what you had started. So after letting go of her arms, she collapsed to the stairs, clinging onto the wooden steps with your cock still pounding away.

“Hurry up and cum then,” you said, indulging your desires to reclaim her delicious hips once more, clutching them tightly. 

Gahyeon couldn’t exactly do much else under your control, so close to obtaining what she craved since you shoved your cock inside her. She seemed almost reluctant, but the tighter you held her and the quicker you pumped, the more the walls of her cunt pulsated violently—until she shattered like glass. The pressure boiled up inside far too much, making her writhe uncontrollably, juices pouring down your dick that painted the bottom stairs.

“Shit, oh fuck, oh fuck—” Gahyeon gasped out when she hit her peak, and let out a torrential outpour of shrieks, her walls continuously suffocating your cock. The only thing better would be seeing Gahyeon’s tits bouncing wildly in the mirror, as well as the look of pure bliss etched on her gorgeous face when she came. 

Never had her pussy felt so wet or so tight, those harsh clenches like she was prematurely attempting to extract the cum from your aching balls, desperate to be filled with your seed to the brim.

“You must be close too, sir. Cum inside me, please, please cum inside me, fill me, sir…” 

“Don’t you fucking worry, Gahyeon. Your slutty little pussy feels way too good for me not to empty my load into you. That’s what you wanted from the beginning, right? Your boss pumping all this hot cum into your warm little cunt?”

“Yes, yes! Please, sir—fill your little brat, fill me up and use me like a cumdump. Need to feel your big throbbing cock emptying into me, please.” 

Savoring the way that tight little hole trembled for your load would be the last thing you did before burying your length inside one last time, and unloaded deep into Gahyeon. All those hours of pent up annoyance disappeared when you spilled your hot seed into her insides. Her wet, hungry pussy clenched for more, milking out spurt after spurt, groan after groan, as your cock twitched in violent pulsations, and filled her up to the brim, overflowing with every drop. 

You chased that last bit of bliss, pumping with as many strokes as your body had left, and fucked your hot semen into Gahyeon deep, deep as it would go—all the way into her womb.

When that last spurt finally left your balls, you slumped against her, panting heavily, but with no desire to unsheathe from her warmth. Especially not when Gahyeon continued to quiver in ecstasy, catching her breath while you both recovered. 

“Th-thank you, sir,” Gahyeon whispered, her voice weak and trembling, just like her legs underneath her that became just as useless as any words. Your breathing only became deeper the longer you stayed inside Gahyeon, and eventually you pulled out from her swollen lips, watching a slow drip of thick, pearlescent cum that had just been swallowed up leak down her glistening thighs, meeting the rest of her arousal on the steps. 

“Gahyeon, fuck—” 

“D-don’t worry, sir,” she answered, almost reading your mind while your fresh cum continued to trickle down her battered cunt. “Never been better…” 

After a tilt of her head sideways, you kissed her lips while still pressing yourself against her body, feeling her breath in your mouth to validate her condition for yourself. “That’s my good assistant.” 

Even though her legs no longer felt like her legs, and her breathing remained unsteady, you helped Gahyeon up to her feet, and moved her so her back rested against the railing. 

“So, boss…” 

Her chest still hypnotically heaved, and she held onto each side of the railing for support. “H-how come you never fuck me this hard in the office?” 

“Because if I fucked you this hard, we’d both get fired. We’ve gotten caught enough times as is.”

“Yeah, well—” she paused, and avoided the subject, grabbing you by the arm with a weak grip. “You promised you’d fuck me in the ass, boss. Now, come on, I can still walk. Barely.” 

Whenever Gahyeon looked up at you like that, flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and a magic smile, now you were the one powerless. If she didn’t need a breather, then neither did you. So, leading the way, Gahyeon sluggishly climbed up the stairs to the bedroom, swaying her hips, with her round ass such a beautiful target that you couldn’t help but smack. 

✦ ✦

After the pounding she took, Gahyeon didn’t exactly run up the bedroom stairs. However, her leisurely pace meant you could admire every aspect of her delicious body, and watch the way your cum still dripped down her thighs with every step. 

Her appetite for dick hadn’t been tamed, and if there was anything better than Gahyeon on her knees—it was Gahyeon lying on your bed naked. Running fingers through her hair, her head bobbed with familiarity between your spread legs, her bare feet dangling in the air, with a mouth full of cock. 

But while you loved the proper oral session Gahyeon gave as you relaxed into your pillows, and her hot mouth swallowing your length whole, that wasn’t her purpose here. That belonged to something waiting on your nightstand. 

You raised Gahyeon’s head off your cock with a simple motion, which caused her lips to pout, but instead of complaining, she crawled over your lap and grabbed something from said nightstand. 

“This must be for me,” Gahyeon said, attempting to act coy and innocent as she shook up a bottle of lube, its contents already half-empty. She flicked the bottle open with a pop, and turned her back towards you, positioning herself on the edge of your lap. Gahyeon gave you a worthy show when she lubed herself up, inserting one digit, then another, fingering her ass as she spread the cold liquid around her tightest hole, letting out cute little moans the deeper she went. 

“Can’t wait to feel your cock instead of my fingers,” she said, turning to face you, and drizzled lube down your shaft, eyes beaming with anticipation. “Can’t wait to feel all of it filling me up.”

For good measure, she poured some down your balls, just to see the way they glistened when she rubbed it in, but kept going, her oiled up hands massaging your stiff cock. 

“Hope you’re ready for that little asshole to be stretched, Gahyeon.” 

“I am. I can’t wait anymore, sir, please,” she pleaded, guiding your cock, and groaned when she sandwiched your girth between her asscheeks. Letting her impatience linger, you remained silent while Gahyeon’s massive ass rubbed your cock, but grabbed the bottle of lube from her, and coated her pale cheeks until her entire backside became oiled up. 

“See? Doesn’t that feel good? It’ll feel so much better when it’s inside me…” 

You couldn’t agree more, but that only meant Gahyeon would wait longer, because you needed one more moment to savor how the oiled flesh of her plump ass squeezed your cock, one more moment to admire that magnificent ass. Grabbing a handful, you smacked it hard, an imaginary green light appearing in her eyes. 

“Yeah? You’re going to ream my ass finally?” Gahyeon asked with a breath of relief.

“Yes, Gahyeon. There’s no way I’m not going to shove my cock up this perfect ass.” 

Those words made her grin from ear to ear, earning what she wished for, a reward for patience. "I’ve needed my little hole stretched so wide, sir, please—” 

“You don’t have to keep calling me sir,” you said, and her eyes twinkled upon earning her privileges back. 

“Please, daddy—” 

“Stop begging, Gahyeon. I'm not only going to stretch you out, I plan on destroying your tight ass until you become a pathetic, whimpering mess. And even if you pleaded with me to stop fucking your brains out, I won’t, because remember—you wanted this.” 

Gahyeon couldn’t help but curl her distinctive lips into a blush-inducing smile. Despite the fact that you just laid out the blueprints to give her the anal hammering she so richly deserved, you felt no obligation to move a muscle. After all, you shouldn’t be the only one doing all the work, should you?

“If you want this dick so bad, then come bounce that fat ass on it.” 

“Yes, daddy!” she replied, somehow still so energetic while she lifted her hips high and grabbed your cock, carefully lining it up against her back opening, that juicy ass eagerly waiting to be filled. When it came to anal, Gahyeon was nothing but enthusiastic, and preferred it almost as much as you did, and who could blame her when she had an ass like that. 

So naturally, Gahyeon wasted little time, taking a deep breath before lowering herself down, until your thick cockhead disappeared inside her impossibly tight asshole. That first orgasmic plunge was the very definition of heaven, a slow burn of bliss upon entering her back entrance that always took your breath away. 

“Oh god, daddy,” she gasped, placing both hands on your thighs for leverage. Sharing the sentiment, you gritted your teeth when you felt such an overwhelming tightness that surrounded your shaft, and could hardly process it all, eyes focused on the way Gahyeon’s luscious ass rose back up, nearly leaving herself empty before she sank deeper. There was nothing like watching her ass swallow up your cock. 

Every little twitch, every shudder that ran through your body urged her to take you deeper, because for your assistant, it wasn’t much trouble to fit more of you inside. At this point, Gahyeon was a seasoned veteran in taking a cock up her ass, relaxing every muscle, while she took more into her hungry lithe body.

“Shit, Gahyeon, that ass is fucking tight,” you said, now your turn to be blatantly obvious as Gahyeon worked more cock inside that warm little hole, with only one goal in mind—every inch balls deep.

That goal wouldn’t take long to accomplish when she arched her back, taking your cock into her small frame like it was nothing, and spread her ass cheeks to accept more of you. “Good girl, you take that cock like such a good girl, stretch that little asshole out.”

With every word of praise, she clenched hard, an extra bonus to that magnificent view in front, Gahyeon’s perfect, round ass taking more of your girth, begging for your whole length. 

“Ah fuck, daddy—oh my god, you’re so big. You feel so good, daddy, I need more, fuck, fuck—” 

Nothing compared to the tightness of Gahyeon; that divine cunt could squeeze a load out of you in seconds, but her warm, heavenly asshole, almost painfully tight—that’s where the real fun started. 

Greedy as could be, Gahyeon bounced her thick ass on your dick like she had something to prove, that vice-like grip already driving you to the point of insanity. Nearly burying your entire length in one motion, she pumped those wide hips like they had a mind of their own, and the pressure on your cock intensified while her tight little hole became stretched to the limit. 

“Fuck, I love how good this feels. Need daddy to gape me, open me up more. Please, daddy, fill me more…” 

She pleaded with every word, and your throbbing shaft fought against the constricting walls of her asshole, but for either of you, it was never enough—you needed to be as deep inside her as possible. At the tail end of one of her endless bounces, you reached up to grab her oiled ass and pulled her body back as you plunged the full length of your shaft deep inside her asshole in one continuous stroke. 

“Oh shit!” Gahyeon cried out, those tight walls grasping your cock with somehow more force after feeling your full length buried inside her. She rolled those magical hips to match your thrusts, that ass eager to take every last inch, and she tried her absolute best to accommodate your size. 

“Does my little slut like bouncing that fat ass on my dick?” you asked, returning the reins back to Gahyeon, who took the initiative and slammed her cheeks down on your thick, rigid cock, every bounce devouring you balls deep. 

“Yes, daddy! Oh god, it’s so amazing. You know I ride dick better when it’s in my ass.” Gahyeon demonstrated by using your cock to ride with more fervor, that plump ass engulfing your stiff erection as her hips moved in powerful circles, drawing you deeper under her euphoric spell. 

All your focus stayed on Gahyeon’s body, how sweat collected on her back, and the hypnotic way her round wet cheeks rippled as she fucked herself on your shaft without interruption. As her ass choked your cock, you did nothing but lay back in the sheets and let her handle everything, the cadence of her careless bounces mirroring the bed that creaked in protest. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect—god, that tight little asshole feels incredible. Look how well you take me, keep going,” you said, demanding in your tone, and now that Gahyeon had been properly opened up, she had an obligation to take your whole length into her hot little asshole as she rode you like crazy, accelerating her hips, utterly consumed by lust. Even when the bounces of her ass became relentless, it didn’t dampen the unimaginable bliss; if anything, it planted the seeds of desire further. 

“My body is yours, daddy. Use it, use me as you like,” Gahyeon said, looking back with her lips curled wider than ever. Words like that made your swelling erection throb like crazy, the pleasure of your shaft buried in her suffocating ass almost too much to handle. 

Seizing control of Gahyeon’s tight frame, she lifted her bare feet and placed them on your thighs as you took hold of her hips, not wanting to waste any time as you remained lodged within that perfect plump ass.

“You feel that hard cock throbbing inside you? That’s what’s gonna destroy this amazing ass. I’ll make sure my pretty slut can’t walk for a whole fucking week.” 

Gahyeon wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less, nor would she if you granted her any mercy while hammering your dick into her asshole, making every thrust that you delivered count. Firmly in charge of her body, you pounded away at that tight muscular ring, using your cock to gape Gahyeon’s little hole until it no longer struggled to fit your length, but she craved more, much more, and you reciprocated her desires. 

“Yes, daddy, yes! Fuck, that cock stretches me so well, use me all you want,” she whimpered, the strength in her voice fading from all the begging. Just like in the office, Gahyeon understood her duties in the bedroom, knowing how to be an outlet for your lust, and how to be a proper fucktoy. There would never be any doubts about how aggressive you would be with her, so after sliding your hands under her sweaty thighs, you pushed her legs up into a V shape, locked your fingers around her neck, then lifted her small frame into the air, giving your all into every unforgiving thrust. 

“Oh fuck—fuck, fuck, holy shit—” Gahyeon cried out as you fully put her into the full nelson position and hammered her ass relentlessly like she was a fleshlight. As you used her incredible ass in the manner that she loved, taking absolute control, nothing could match the absolute bliss that filled your body, and you were lucky to pound something so perfect. 

If only you could see the way her eyes rolled back in her head while you rammed her ass without mercy—but hearing her boisterous cries of pleasure would have to do. In an instant, your hips released all their energy stored up for the last several moments, and you drilled Gahyeon’s asshole with so much vigor that her moans turned into loud, frantic screams—one of your favorite sounds from her lips. 

“Oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop, ruin my little asshole, oh fuck!” Gahyeon managed to utter out before her words became little more than a slur of curses, unraveling underneath your unrelenting onslaught as the intense pleasure in your cock turned into an addiction, one that you would fuel by treating her body just like a toy, giving her the anal pounding she so richly deserved. 

Despite how forceful your thrusts were, nothing would stop Gahyeon from begging for more, and you could drill her ass indefinitely. But as much as you craved to keep her suspended in that position, the creeping urge for release began to take over, so involuntarily you would oblige it, savoring how helpless Gahyeon remained while you kept her asshole filled to the hilt. 

When your shaft finally slipped from her ass, you beamed with pride at how gaped you made her asshole, and Gahyeon fell to her side, able to catch her breath. But that respite wouldn’t last long, since she couldn’t stand not having your cock inside in some way, and slurped on your Gahyeon-flavored tip once more.

“God, you’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you? You like tasting your ass?” 

“Mhmm,” Gahyeon hummed, and planted a big wet kiss on your tip before she shoved your cock back inside her warm mouth, down to the base in one stroke. She indulged her hunger, sucking you off while tasting herself on your cock, her throat aching to drain everything from you. 

You weren’t finished with her yet, left empty by every second that went by without the suffocating grip of her ass. “You want me to keep pounding this tight little asshole?” 

Gahyeon hesitated for a moment, too involved with slobbering on your cock before withdrawing her pouty lips. “Want you to cum again. Wanna feel you in my ass again, my little hole hasn’t been stretched enough.”  

“Such a slut for this dick, aren’t you?” you asked, while Gahyeon nodded in agreement, shifting to the center of your messy bed sheets, her legs spread wide as she rubbed her cunt, unsatisfied with how much time she had spent empty. Her impatience grew, but you did little but watch, indulging yourself in her divine physique, focused on every movement she made while touching herself. 

“Come on, daddy. Shove that big cock back inside my ass.” 

You rubbed her thighs, and planted gentle kisses on their pillowy softness while spreading more lube inside her, using it as an excuse to tease her further. “Needy fucking brat.” 

“And your needy little brat needs another pounding…” 

In one movement, you lifted Gahyeon’s creamy legs into the air, and rested her ankles on your shoulders. No doubt you wouldn’t have much left in the reserves, but just to see the frustration on her face, you stalled while you stroked yourself, teasing her warm little hole with your swollen cockhead. 

"Daddy, pleeease—please fuck me," she pleaded, with a drone of whines, your cock nudging against the inviting warmth of her ass. But you still hesitated—not for Gahyeon’s sake, but for yours, and needed a moment to prepare—to prepare for that insane tightness again. With one hand lining up your shaft, the other stroked her beautiful legs, until you were ready to fill her back up again. 

You waited for one more whiny plea, one more ‘daddy’ while keeping track of the desperation in her eyes, then impaled your entire shaft into that tiny, unyielding hole. Her back arched right off the bed upon re-entry, and you swore the second time felt like an even tighter squeeze, fitting perfectly inside her. “Shit, Gahyeon—”

That tight hole tempted you into an early climax, but you fought back against those urges, and one stroke at a time, pumped into Gahyeon, groaning at that familiar tightness. 

“Daddy, why aren’t you pounding me?” Her lips pouted in her usual manner, but you ignored her and focused on setting the pace, allowing only the head of your cock to disappear inside her asshole as she desperately squeezed you. 

“Let me feel it all, daddy. Split me open.”

Regardless of the look on her face, you wouldn’t give in that easily. “Be a good girl and rub your clit for me. Nice and slow.” 

You didn't take your eyes off Gahyeon as she obeyed, using her fingers to rub slow, lazy circles against her sensitive swollen clit, and bit her lip at the added stimulation. Her cute whimpers guided your hips and urged you to sink deeper inside her, your strokes quickening as you filled more hard flesh inside that tight hole. Every expression her cute face made became a contortion of lust, and you couldn’t keep yourself from bottoming her out once more, returning back to your animalistic desires.  

“Daddy, just like this, you’re so deep, need more…” 

Holding back would no longer be an option when the urgency in Gahyeon’s eyes mirrored your own, and you didn’t hesitate to keep your length buried inside her ass, not even giving a chance for her to adjust to your size, pumping against the harsh grip around your cock. 

Snatching whatever pleasure she could while Gahyeon kept playing with her clit, you rammed her little asshole without any cares or limits, thrusting with your hips in an erratic rhythm, more and more uncontrolled with every stroke. 

“Oh god, daddy, that feels so good. Stretch me with that thick cock, pound my asshole, fuck me hard!” The noises from her lips became borderline unintelligible as your thrusts increased tenfold, hard enough to make her big breasts bounce, and made her fingernails dig into the sheets she squirmed underneath. Her constant moans and whimpers spurred you on as you refused to let your cock stay outside longer than necessary, and held her legs together, hugging them tightly as you began to lose all sense of self-control.

“Fuck, this tight asshole makes my cock feel so fucking good, Gahyeon. Gonna pound you so hard, gonna fuck you like a little slut deserves,” you said as your shaft moved in frenzied, harsh strokes, hitting the right angle, not neglecting a single sweet spot. 

Not letting up your pace, you let those luscious legs fall from perched on top of your shoulders, then spread them wide as they could go, giving yourself a better view of your cock spearing her asshole. 

At this point, you weren’t so much as fucking Gahyeon anymore, but using her body as just a cocksleeve, a toy, a container for your uncontrollable lust. Through all that lust, you were so lost in the tightness of her ass that any words that exited her mouth sounded miles away, but still heard the faint murmur of pleas. You played with handfuls of her delicious bouncy tits, fingertips trailing up to her collarbone, and then you wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezed with just enough pressure. 

“Harder, choke me harder, daddy. Choke your little slut.” 

If there were any remnants of control left, Gahyeon relinquished it all when you squeezed her neck harder, and those large eyes spoke more than words ever could. Her asshole tightened more than you could fathom, just like your hand around her throat, and you had no qualms about how rough you were fucking Gahyeon, nor the red marks that would be left displayed on her bare flesh for everyone in the office to see in the morning. 

Not that your coworkers didn’t already know how rough you pounded Gahyeon in the various rooms and spaces around the workplace—if only everywhere else had as much soundproofing as your office did. 

But nothing would deter you from pounding Gahyeon’s wrecked asshole, when the constant uncontained lust in her eyes began to boil over, long past the point of no return. The pressure built up in her body faster than expected as she frantically worked two fingers deep inside her cunt, and without warning—Gahyeon sprayed your abdomen with a sudden influx of liquid, an orgasm so intense, so overwhelming, that it left her body shaking, desperate for more. 

“There you fucking go, Gahyeon. Good girl, cum for me one more time, can you do that?” 

Gahyeon could only nod. 

“Fuck!” she cried out, and did just that without hesitation, letting out another deluge of squirt from her greedy cunt that coated your lower body in her slick arousal. Her head fell back onto the mattress, quivering thighs spread wide, while you prepared to take your own climax. 

“Good little slut.” 

“D-daddy, I want your cum too—want it so bad,” Gahyeon said, with pleading eyes, and soon enough she would get it, every last little drop. You doubled down on your pace, and plunged your length into her asshole for as long as you could, savoring the last clenches while pumping into her until your climax was too strong to resist. 

All you could withstand were a few more thrusts, so after pulling out of her ass, you spilled hot cum all over her tight stomach, and covered her supple tits with the remainder of your milky load as Gahyeon groaned from below with each thick spurt that fell on her bare, sweaty body. 

Equally exhausted, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Gahyeon’s perfect body used as your canvas, staring at her glazed breasts that heaved hypnotically, and her cute, cum-covered tummy that became the perfect target for your load. Lusting for more, she stroked your sensitive cock, almost disappointed when you were milked dry, but kept pumping, desperate to extract one more leftover drop. 

“Gahyeon—” 

“Yes, daddy?” 

You couldn’t find the words you wanted to say, but continued to stare over Gahyeon's body, panting hard while you took in every tiny detail, every droplet of sweat on her pretty, pale skin. 

“Wanna go again?” Gahyeon asked, and while you didn’t exactly have much gas left in the tank—you couldn't find a good reason to say no. 

"Needy brat."

"I'm your needy brat. Come on, daddy. I know you wanna go again. Press my tits against the glass, get them all wet and soapy for you. You’re still so hard—I know you’d love a nice soapy titfuck,” she said, massaging your balls, teasing them with her fingers like she was trying to get them to fill back up. 

Just the thought ensured your erection wouldn’t falter, and well, you couldn’t ever refuse an offer like that. With a grin, you hoisted Gahyeon off the mattress to her feet, legs unsteadily underneath her.

She still had your load painted on her body drenched in sweat when she stood upright, but wore it proudly, just like the grin on her features. “I’ll go get the water running.”

Neither of you would spend that much time getting clean, because you knew the moment you stepped inside the hot shower, Gahyeon’s hands would be all over your body, doing way more than soaping you up. But you were used to that. 

Nothing could really ever quench Gahyeon’s bottomless libido, anyway. 

[themistymountainscold]

bye- do i finish this 😭

“How do you do it?” Izzy asks, regretting speaking up at all as soon as the words came out of his mouth. It was just them out on deck. At least just them near the bow. Why he was sitting there, he couldn’t say for certain. Nor could he say for certain why his stupid fucking mouth decided to say something.

“Do what?” Frenchie didn’t look up, sewing up the broken sail, which had been damaged in their recent raid. His hand skillfully threading the material back together.

"Just-" It's been strange these past few weeks, with Bonnet's crew most likely all dead except the bard in front of him and Jimenez, wherever they were. Stuck with Blackbeard who quite frankly, even in Izzy’s opinion, has gone fucking mad. But here Frenchie was, just sitting and sewing. “After all this shit. How are you so…”

Frenchie stops his sewing to look over to Izzy. “So what?”

“Calm.” Izzy finished. Lamely.

“Well,” Frenchie shrugged, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Why wouldn’t-” Izzy cut himself off to stare at Frenchie bewildered. “Why would you?”

Frenchie pauses, seemingly thinking the question over. “Because… I have accepted the circumstances.” He shrugged again, turning back to his work, “Gotta have faith it’ll all work out one way or another.”

Izzy didn’t respond to that.

“Why are you so upset?” Frenchie then asks.

“You should be angry.” Just that. Plain and simple. Frenchie should be furious. His friends are dead. He was going to die.

Frenchie turns to him again, eyes narrowed. “And you think I’m not? Why do you even care?”

“I don’t.” Izzy said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I just have better ways of dealing with my emotions than you.” Frenchie huffed.

“Do you deal with it?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking. Never once has he seen Frenchie ever actually react to something, and miraculously after something happens Frenchie is nowhere to be found.

“I don’t need to go around yelling at everyone, so I would say so, yeah.”

Izzy clenches his jaw.

A smile tugs at Frenchie’s lips. “Do you have no one else to talk to Mr Hands?”

“It’s my job.” he replies instead.

“To yell at everyone?”

“Nothing would get done otherwise.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not as good at your job as you think you are.” Frenchie says, suddenly growing a pair of big fucking balls.

Izzy glared, “I’m good at my fucking job.” He growled.

“But no one likes you, right?” Frenchie says, smugly. “They all hate you because you yell at them and yet they still don’t do what you say.”

Izzy’s jaw tightened. “I don’t care if those fuckers like me or not.”

Frenchie raised his brow. “Yet here you are, talking to me, because no one else will listen to you whining.”

Izzy scoffed. “I’m not fucking wining.”

“No, of course not.” Frenchie replies. “Why'd you even come talk to me in the first place?”

“No fucking clue.”

Frenchie smiled, a strange sight. “You know Iz, if you weren’t so uptight all the time maybe you would have more friends.”

Izzy narrowed his eyes. “I don’t get friends.”

“Yes, because you are a dick.” Frenchie was really testing his fucking luck.

“Because,” Izzy stressed, “It’s my duty to keep everyone from fucking dying, and keep Ed content. No time for that shit.”

Frenchie hummed. “And how’s that been going?”

“Shut up.” Izzy said.

He was trying. Truly fucking trying to keep this shit show together. The last few weeks have made Izzy the most stressed he’d ever been in his fucking life. That was saying something. He’s surprised he hadn’t gone completely grey. Crew were dropping like flies, while the Kraken sulks in his stupid ex-boyfriend's room. On top of refusing to dock for supplies and new crew, which they desperately fucking needed.

“How about a deal, then?” The question shakes Izzy out of his thoughts and looks to Frenchie incredulously. “You be nice to the crew, and see if they’ll actually do as you say.”

“What’s in that for me?”

“The crew doing their jobs.”

That’s stupid. He thought.

“That’s stupid.” He said aloud. “They’d think I was on something.” He wished he was.

“Well. how about this-” Frenchie shifted, completely facing Izzy now. “-We try my way. Not be a dick. Be real nice and if it doesn’t work we can go back to your way of shouting until everyone can’t stand you.”

Izzy crossed his arms. “I don’t like this.”

Frenchie smiles. It was quite unnerving. “You want to prove me wrong don’t you? Prove that my happy-go-lucky niceness doesn’t work in any way?”

Why the fuck was he even considering this? “2 days. That’s it.”

“Alright, fair. 2 days it is then.” Frenchie held out his hand, “It’s a deal.”

What the fuck did he just get himself into?

Izzy ignored Frenchie’s hand. “I’m not going to make any fucking friends.”

Frenchie let his hand fall back to his lap, but still grinned at him. “Ah, but I didn’t say make friends. I said be nice. Huge difference there, mate.”

“They won't take me seriously.”

“Have they ever?”

Izzy glared. “They’ll just think I want something from them.”

“Well, you do want them to do their jobs, right? This way you’re asking as opposed to screaming orders at them.” Frenchie says with a smile. The bards too good with running his fucking mouth. “You can’t expect any respect from them just because you are First Mate, gotta give it to them too.”

Izzy narrowed his eyes.

“Trust me, the crew will be more willing to work with you if you ask nicely, instead of screaming at them. They’re grown men… and others.” He said as an afterthought. “Not children.”

“Hard to tell sometimes.” Izzy grumbled, before pushing himself up to stand, ignoring the flare in his foot at the motion.

“Ah- Before you go, show me.”

Izzy glared at him. “Show you what?”

“How you’ll do it. How you’ll talk to the crew.”

“Just do your work.”

Frenchie shook his head. “Nope, that was an order. Ask nicely Iz.”

He already fucking hated this. “Can you do your fucking job?”

“That’s not asking nicely.” Frenchie said, “Do it like a gentleman would.” Oh, the fucking nerve of this man-

“I’m not a fucking ponce.” Izzy growled.

“Well, pretend you are for 2 seconds.” Frenchie replied, “Be a ponce with manners, it gets you somewhere.”

“To an early fucking grave, more like.” They weren’t talking about Izzy being nice anymore.

Frenchie waved that comment off, “Come on try it, try being nice to me Mr Hands.”

Izzy stared at him, but the bard simply stared back, head cocked to the side just waiting. This was fucking stupid.

“Can you do your job… please?” Izzy cringed as the word left his mouth and Frenchie smiled.

“Of course I can Mister Hands, sir! Right away!” Frenchie replied, giving a very over the top salute before grabbing his needle. “See Iz works like a charm.”

Izzy rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Frenchie looked quite pleased with himself. “Now try that with everyone else. You’ll be surprised how quickly they’ll comply.”

Izzy didn’t believe him for a second, and turned to walk away.

“Bye Izzy!”

Izzy tightened his jaw to keep from telling the bard to go fuck himself.

This was complete bullshit.

[scoutswritingcorner]

The TV Made Me Do It

Vox x GN!Reader

TW:HORROR AND DARK FIC!! Talks about murder, hypnosis, alcoholism, mentioned abuse, nothing too detailed. MENTIONS OF SEWERSLIDE. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

A/N: First time writing for Vox! So please don’t hate me! Also if anyone has any ideas for any horror related fics don’t be afraid to drop them in my  Ask Box, just read my rules first please! Based on the song, ‘The TV made me do it’ By Moon Walker. SOMETHING ON THE SHORT SIDE SORRY- 

Flashing blue and red lights filled your dark house, bringing the bottle to your lips. You took a long sip watching as the TV in front of you flashed with static and loud buzzing as a flash of a light blue grin was burned into its screen. Why wouldn’t he talk to you anymore? Did he get bored?

You didn’t blame him. You got bored too.

The banging on your front door was louder now and the bloodied knife that sat on your lap felt heavier than normal. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as the door was kicked in allowing the bright lights to invade your home. You wanted to forget how you got in this position.

~~

The day you got home from work was a normal one. Normal in the fact that the second you walked through the door you were being yelled at and a bottle was thrown at your head but missed significantly. Then they stormed up the stairs and started to yell at you as you cleaned up the pigsty that was your house, then it had hit you. You were being watched. Was someone else in the house? Was it your imagination?

You looked around once more and found nothing which made you frown, why was your tv on? You turned it off right before you started to clean. You walked over to the couch and grabbed the remote to turn it off but stopped seeing red eyes stare back at you. Was this just a sick prank? Why did it unnerve you? Walking back the eyes followed you unblinking. Then the tv flashed from different shows and channels spelling out the words, ‘turn..around…I’m…behind..you.’ Your heart dropped to your stomach as you watched the tv turn to static before you. You closed your eyes and turned around, only to be met by darkness and an empty wall.

Then..a laugh track sounded, the TV was laughing at you. It was mocking you, ‘Silly…human….such…a…fool.’  Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as you stared back at the glowing red eyes and the now prominent blue sharp teeth that formed into a smile. 

~~~

It’s been like this for weeks. No sleep, just going to work, getting something thrown at your head or slapped across the face and then staying up at night to watch the tv mock you and your existence. It made you want to cry- you did cry some nights, it was too much. But then the mocking changed as you sat on the couch one night, drinking your spirits away. ‘..stop..drinking….you damn fool.’ You rolled your eyes but put the bottle down onto the coffee table, you wished to close your eyes and sleep forever. “Just leave me the fuck alone. All you’ve done is mock me every night, all night long. What the fuck do you want me to do?!” You yelled out tears collecting in your eyes as you looked down at the carpeted floor. 

‘..pathetic.’  the tv mocked once more causing you to glare at it. “Oh yeah you wise fucker? Tell me what the hell am I supposed to do then?!” You snarled out standing up before going quiet as the phone in your kitchen rang, you sent one more glare towards the TV which was playing some old cowboy movie. Storming into the kitchen you grabbed the phone putting it to your ear.

“You’re losing yourself, Human..”  The voice was rough but was so cheery that it reminded you of a celebrity. You could definitely hear the smirk plastered on the person's face or..was it a person? “Who is this?” You asked quietly, hearing footsteps upstairs, “..You’ve been talking to me through the tv for weeks…I think you should know by now.” The voice responded before chuckling as the footsteps ceased, “Such a sad sack of shit the world has become huh? Don’t you wish you could do something about it?” You paled at the words, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I don’t? Please I’ve watched your ass sit on that couch drinking away your sorrows and sobbing out after every little fight. Telling me how you wish you could just fucking end that piece of shits life.” The voice on the other line called out and you sighed, staying silent. “I say do it. Kill the bastard.”  That caught you off guard, “Wait no- I can’t-” You hissed, “You can. You just have to throw away your morals.” You look behind you and then out of the kitchen windows, the night looked so inviting the voice was right. You could do it but then what? You’d have to be on the run forever. Right?

“What do I do after?” You asked your hands clutching the phone like it was a life line. “Be on the run forever?” There was a soft chuckle from the other end of the line. “That’s up to you..but..if you decide to just..end it..I’ll be down here waiting for you. Besides..I always needed a co host.” Was..Was this mysterious voice flirting with you? Co-Host? Down there? What the fuck was it talking about??

“Down where exactly?” You asked, glancing at the knife drawer and there was a loud laugh from the other end of the line. “Oh you’ll find out shortly..just think about it. Remember..I’m watching.” Then at that the line went dead and you groaned, that didn’t answer any of your fucking questions.

~~~

It was only a day later when you were staring into the dead eyes of your abuser, knife sticking out of their chest and a bruise forming on their neck. Your body covered in blood as you tore the knife out, slowly making your way downstairs and to the tv that was showing static, your tv friend had left. Your phone sat on the couch, screen showing texts from your closest friends. The friends that mocked you, told you that you were off your fucking rocker. ‘The tv can’t make you do anything.’

You walked to the kitchen to grab your favorite bottle of your poison, the phone rang once..twice..three times before it stopped and you made your way back to the couch. “I did it. If you care.” You called out to the tv, “Don’t think you do. You got what you wanted, no?” You brushed a bloodied hand through your hair and groaned, “Of course you don’t..you never did. I was a fool to think that you did.” You called out taking a sip from the bottle, sirens and bright lights flashing outside.

Looks like you were finally caught. “You’re a fucking bastard.” You hissed out, playing with the knife laying on your lap.

But he did care. He cared too much and he wanted you to be next to him so badly. He’d just have to wait a little longer.

[promsong-gonewrong]

The Winter of my Life - Lana Del Rey x Fem!Reader

warnings! : ***drinking, language, smoking & some sexual themes***

words: 6783

This is definitley the longest fic I've ever written, but I hope it's worth the read!!

I have the prompt request at the end of the story, sorry it took so long to finally write, and thank you for the request. ♡

. . .

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.

. . .

“Isn’t that just the cutest thing you ever seen in your whole fuckin’ life?” Jax’s accent is thick as he sways slightly, shoving a cold can of beer into your hand. You laugh loudly at him, taking a long, but disappointing swig. 

“Fucker. This is your can,” you crumple it up, tossing it over the large fire in front of you. Your fellow bikers howl, laughing at the way Jaxon chugs the drink in his hand meant for you. 

“I’m serious!” He copies you, crushing the aluminum and tossing it on the ground. Beer clings to his beard and you playfully groan in disgust as he wipes it into his face. He pays no mind, gesturing to the girl behind you. “Look at her. Never seen nothin’ like this in my life.” 

You give a short glance to the brunette behind you, sound asleep in the grass. A warm breeze washes over the land, blowing her curled bangs into her face. 

“Sure ya have. How ‘bout Tracy just last spring? Bitch was always sound asleep after I was a done with her.” 

“Shut your hole, Jim!”

Jim spits his toothpick out, laughing to no one but himself. “Sorry, Randy. I knew you was still not over her.” 

You kick your feet back, watching your friends argue with each other. Every season a new girl seemed to tag along with the gang. You usually didn’t have an issue with them, except when fistfights and arguments would loudly break out among the boys. Other than that, it didn’t bother you. Sure it was another body to look after, another mouth to feed, but the women they picked up were normally not half-brained and stuck with a member they liked the most, leaving you stress-free. 

Being the only woman in Jaxon’s gang turned a few heads at first, but you quickly proved yourself capable of tagging along. The way you practically bled independence from your veins showed you wouldn’t be a burden, and the fact that you had Jaxon’s trust since childhood helped too. You weren’t interested in being one of their little playthings either. You scoffed at the women who swooned for a man as troubled as Randy, or Luis. Their harsh tans, toothy grins, and foul humor did nothing for you, but somehow it was everything to the girls who were picked to stick around for a few weeks. 

These were your brothers, your friends, and the only family you had at the minute. You loved them so badly it hurt, but would rather suffer a gruesome death than have to do anything of what those girls do with them.

“You’re damn right about this one though, J. She’s got herself a spirit of pure fire.”

You take in Jim’s words as you stare into the flames in front of you. Blue flames engulf the wood and shreds of old newspaper, eliciting smoke into the air. “Hey, how come you never throw yourselves at any of our girls, hm?” You look at Randy, who raises his eyebrows at you. “We all know ‘bout your old flame from high school.” A few chuckles are heard, and you avert your gaze to the ground.

“She was my best friend. It’s different.” You crush a few clumps of loose dirt through your fingers, trying to distract yourself from the surfacing memories. Randy makes an effort to stand, clapping you on the back harshly to show his sympathy. 

“Cheer up, will you? Can’t stand it when you’re down.” 

You laugh at his words and give him a small smile in return. You watch as he leans back to poke the face of the girl behind you with his fingers. “Oh stop,” you say, grabbing his forearm. He ignores you, grabbing her face again, causing her to stir in her sleep. He laughs as you smack him on the back, hard. “Quit that. Let her sleep.” 

The girl remains asleep, curled up in the tall grass. You watch as goosebumps coat her bare arms and legs, despite the roaring fire that’d been going for hours. You shed your leather jacket and place it over her, making sure it covers her body. Of course, you’d not know how she normally slept, but the way she looked at this moment made it seem like she didn’t have a care in the world. 

As if she was completely at peace with the fact she was on the road with strangers she’d known for a week, hundreds of miles from the town the boys found her in. 

“She’s got herself a spirit of pure fire.”

That was for fucking sure.

A little while later, a few of the boys had dozed, curling up comfortably next to the dying fire. You listened to the crickets and pops of fire as you ran over the constellations with your eyes. Something you liked about being so far from a town was the way the stars always seemed to shine brighter. Puffs of smoke pass through your lips as you burn through a cigarette, clouding your vision of the stars for a brief moment. 

You say nothing as you hear the girl behind you stir, turning in the long stems of grass, but end up turning your head when she speaks to you. “This yours?” She holds out your leather jacket for you to take. Putting out your cigarette, you sit up to take your black jacket from her hands. “Thank you,” she says shyly, her big eyes seeming to stare into your soul. 

You nod, planning to turn back to your thoughts when she leans forward, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. Though confused, you don’t stop her when she turns her head to deepen it, softly caressing your face with her nails.

She bites her lip when you pull away, and even in the dark, you can see her blushing. You want to tell her you’re not in this game your gang plays with random women, using them for one thing and then dropping them off at the nearest town when they get tired or bored. “I don’t- I mean, I’m not a part of this-” You start to ramble but the girl gets up and runs to Jaxon as he calls her name. 

“Come here, baby.” He picks her up effortlessly, and your eyes remain on her as she wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. He walks away into the grass with her, and you lay your head back down underneath your arms. You watch the stars until your eyes fall heavy, and the white orbs in the sky begin to blend into each other. 

 A spirit of pure fire.

- 

After further observation, you soon came to the conclusion that Lana would never stop confusing you. With someone as peaceful and carefree as she was, she was crazy and wild in every way. You would watch as she danced in the night and held her arms in the air when she would ride with the guys. They fueled something in her and made her into the most lively person you’d ever come across. 

“Why don’t you ever try somethin’ with me?” Lana asks one afternoon, making you turn your eyes from the sunset in the distance.

“Did you want me to?” 

You two were secluded far from the group. You often enjoyed a quiet walk away from the loudness of the boys. The grass and flowers that surrounded you were too beautiful to not explore, and Lana had asked if she could join you, hopping off of Luis’ lap when she saw you begin to walk away.

“Well, yeah,” Lana says as if it were obvious, running her hands through the tall weeds. “I’m kind of offended that you haven’t.”

“Don’t you have enough on your plate with the boys?” You ask, your eyes widening in slight surprise when you see Lana shrug. “You are fuckin’ crazy, I’ll tell you that,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. 

Lana giggles at this, tilting her head as she closes her eyes, soaking in the warmth from the sun. Her face was perfectly burned by the blazing light, leaving freckles all over her body and face. You couldn’t help but notice them and count them.

“I know about her.”

“Do you?” You say in more of an unamused statement than a question. You can’t say that you’re surprised. The guys never let you forget that you don’t fool around because of one old flame from so long ago. Maybe it was ridiculous in a way, and to someone like Lana, it must’ve been unimaginable, how she was practically smothered with the way the guys treated her.

Lana nods as she purses her lips. “So you should try something. With me.” 

You laugh at her seriousness. She frowns slightly, her eyes piercing yours, curiosity shining within them.“I don’t do this. I’ve never done what they do.”

“Then why do you ride with them?”

You look back towards the gang setting up for the night, laughing and drinking with each other. The sight was so familiar to you, it comforted you like a warm embrace. “They’re my family, my home. Can’t help what I feel.” 

Lana nods, silently telling you that she understood. She waits a little longer before she gently turns your face to look at hers. Her tattooed hand is smooth and warm while she softly runs her thumb against your cheek. You stare into her eyes, looking for the reason as to why she’s doing this. The real reason. Lana has everything she needs behind you, and they happen to be lighting a fire and getting stupid drunk as they always do. 

She smiles when you dodge her attempt to kiss you, turning your face away. “Bummer,” she whispers, so close that you can feel her breath on your lips. You bury your chin into your shoulder as she gets up, skipping away from you and towards the group. Her short white dress flows through the breeze, lifting towards her waist. 

You watch her sneak her arms around Luis’ waist, startling him. Lana sits herself back down on his lap, taking slow sips of his drink. A slight pain finds its way into your heart when her gaze lands on you, thinking back to just five minutes ago when she was so close...

-

You always appreciate it when you’re in town for a few days. Though you love the openness of the land and the roads, sometimes all you needed was a real fucking bed. After weeks of your uncomfortable jacket stuffed between rocky terrain, a rough and stained motel mattress felt like a cloud from heaven. “Dinner in a few hours on me,” you hear Jaxon say as he knocks on your door. “At the local bar just a few blocks down, an awful big green buildin’. Can’t miss it.”

“Thanks, Jax,” you call out, practically half asleep on your bed. Tucking the sheets up to your chin, you get some much-needed rest. 

Your plans for shut-eye are unfortunately short-lived when you awake an hour later, unable to fall back asleep. You take this as an opportunity to explore the little town on your own while the guys and Lana are also “resting”, you assume. After showering and freshening up, you get on your bike, leaving a cloud of dust behind you while you speed away. You stop in a few local cafes and small shops, getting a feel for the town. 

You particularly enjoy a small jewelry shop a few blocks away from the motel, finding all sorts of whimsical jewelry made encasing gems and crystals. You spend a few minutes admiring before a golden sun necklace wrapped with blazing pieces of carnelian and amber captures your attention, instantly making you think of Lana. You want her to have it, knowing it’d suit her perfectly. But with your interaction the other week, what would Lana assume?

You decide to not think too deeply about it. You and Lana had become fine friends, something you rarely ever did with the guys’ little plaything or strangers in general. You grew fond of anyone you could truly talk to. 

To your surprise, you find the very person you were just thinking about, leaning up against the wall of a gas station a few stores down from the jewelry shop. She instantly smiles when she sees you, waving you over. You notice she’d bought herself a drink, nursing a bright red soda. “Havin’ fun?” She asks, gesturing to the small bag in your hand. 

“Something like that,” you say, quickly storing it away on your bike. You walk over to her, leaning against the opposite wall. She steps her red Converse onto your boot playfully, making you laugh. “How come you’re not back with the guys?”

“I wanted some fresh air,” Lana says, looking at the vacant streets around you. “I was looking for you, actually.”

You raise your eyebrows at her. You want to ask her what she’s doing, what she’s playing at, but you don’t. You let her walk closer, standing next to you as she sips her red beverage. Carefully watching her, you whisper her name as she tries to lean closer to you. “Lana,” you say, almost warning her. “Why are you doing this?” 

She bites her lip carefully, unable to look away from yours. She leans in again, and this time the most you allow her to do is brush her lips against yours teasingly. “Hm?” You bring the focus back to your question, much to Lana’s dismay. 

Her green eyes find yours before she whispers, “I want you.” You’re taken aback when she says this, making sure she emphasizes what she wants to say clearly. The word danger flashes in your mind when you close the distance between the two of you, taking in her lips slowly. You taste a hint of cherry flavor when she opens her mouth, tilting her head to kiss you deeper. 

In this moment you know that no one has ever kissed you like she has, and a small voice within you hopes no one ever will. 

Using her one free hand, she soothes the skin on your face again, something you now truly know you enjoy. You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in closer, her stomach and chest fully pressing into you. She sighs into your mouth, giving you air and life as you continue to kiss her deeply. 

Following a few messy kisses as you stumble back to your bike, she kisses your neck when you start your engine, beginning to speed back to the motel. Her hands find themselves high in the air, her eyes closed as the wind travels through her, blowing around her perfectly curled hair. You almost lose focus of the road in front of you, completely entranced by the sight of her in your rear-view mirror.

It’s all you can focus on hours later, having dinner with the guys. The music, loud yelling, and talking from those around you hold none of your attention, your sole focus is remembering her. The way she held you from behind as you rode, the way her hair looked in the wind, how she touched you softly at the motel, kissed you hard, and breathed you in. You felt as if the walls you’d built over these past few years had come crashing down in just one day.

And it fucking hurt as you watched Lana knock on Jim’s door after dinner, giggling as he pulled her in, slamming his door loudly. 

- 

A week later you’re back on the road, sleeping under the stars and rationing canned goods of who knows what with the boys, just like always. Watching the fire grow, you finally can feel and understand why the guys get so fired up about the random women they meet and invite along to travel with them. Of course, you probably put a little more thought into things than they did, it was just the way you were wired. But looking at Lana now, as Randy’s hand grazed over her thigh, you felt like you wanted to punch his lights out.

To make things worse, Lana begins to kiss his face gently as she runs her hand through his jet-black hair. Standing up abruptly, you can’t take any more of the sight before you. All eyes are on you now, including Lana’s, but you don’t care. Turning your heels, you quickly begin to walk into the dusk forest behind you, leaving the group. “Make sure you stay on a trail!” Jaxon yells to you, shaking his head as you begin to disappear into the distance. “Crazed fool. Don’t know what’s gotten into her recently,” he mutters under his breath. “Damn idiot.”

A few exchanged glances around the fire are shared. Randy kisses Lana’s shoulder, laughing as he says, “I can think of something that’s gotten in to her.” Lana slaps him playfully on the arm, as a few members let out snickers. 

“Shut up,” Lana says cooly, continuing to play with Randy’s hair. 

“I’m just surprised she finally got over what’s her face, from years back. That girl had a grip on her like you wouldn’t believe,” Jim says, whistling. “Well done sweetheart,” he winks at Lana. She smiles at the ground, now feeling the slightest bit of guilt. She stops running her hand through Randy’s slicked-back hair, shifting on him uncomfortably.

“You may not know this about her, but when she falls for someone she falls hard. I’m talkin’ fuckin’ hard. Harder than any of us have ever experienced. She knows what true love feels like,” Jaxon says solemnly, taking a long sip of alcohol. “Sometimes, I’m wishin’ I could do the same.” 

Silence is incredibly loud around the group as they slowly nod, sipping their drinks as Jaxon did. “Well…I’m callin' it. Night fellas,” Jim says, putting out his cigarette, being the first to turn in for the night. The rest eventually do the same, leaving all but Lana soundly asleep next to the burning fire. She watches the flames flicker, taking in Jaxon’s words about you. 

Her eyes fill with tears from the smoke, and she lets them run down her face, unable to look away from the flickering orange light. 

- 

“Hey,” you give Lana a small smile, accidentally waking her to get to your spot by the fire. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Goodnight.”

“Fuck. I was trying to stay awake until you got back…” Lana whispers disoriented, rubbing her eyes to try and wake herself up a bit more. She notices that you’re ignoring her as you fold your jacket up for a pillow. Lana whispers your name, getting closer to your spot.

You move farther away from the group, feeling the warmth of the fire leave your skin. You place your jacket in a tall patch of grass, slightly hidden from the rest of the members. Lana follows you silently. 

“Did they tell you I get fucking attached and idiotic when I’m falling in love with someone? ‘Cause you don’t have to fake trying to smooth things out just ‘cause you’re feeling guilty,” you snap, adjusting your jacket and laying on your side, facing the opposite of Lana.

You miss seeing the flash of hurt that crosses her face, but she still gets closer to you despite your harshness. She sits on her knees now, kneeling over you. “I’m not faking,” Lana whispers. She soothes the skin on your back, tracing shapes under your shirt. You turn towards her quickly, now lying on your back. Her hand remains under your shirt, resting on your stomach while her fingertips feel the softness of your skin there. The way she's looking at you, causing your breath to hitch with just such a simple movement makes you feel vulnerable in a way you haven't felt in a long time. 

You watch her with scared eyes and don’t turn her away when she begins to lean down. It drives you crazy, how softly and quietly she’s able to kiss you, her lips feeling as smooth and warm as flowers in the summertime. Her hair shields your face, and all you know at this minute is her, only her. You tightly hold the grass that surrounds you when she touches you, kissing and feeling you ever so gently. You could cry, knowing that this, her, is all you may ever want. 

You accidentally let her name slip out of your mouth, and she stops where she is touching you to hover over your lips. “Shhh,” she kisses you again, painfully slow, quietly blanketing your noise.

An hour later when Lana lays her head down on your chest to sleep, you remain awake despite your heavy eyes. Watching the sunrise, you look at the girl asleep soundly on you. Your heart swells as the sky turns a vibrant pink swirled with hues of orange. 

If you could make this moment last forever, you would with absolutely no hesitation. 

-

A few weeks later, you find yourself in the bed of another motel, this time with Lana by your side. Her hand plays with your hair, running her fingers through your soft strands. She’s wearing nothing but the necklace you’ve given her and a sense of pride washes over you when you realize she kept it on. “Excited for tonight?” Lana kisses you behind your ear, and you nod, smiling softly. 

You don’t remember when you dozed off, sleeping soundly in Lana’s arms. She knew just how to lull you, tracing your face and soothing your hair with her nails. She’d spent plenty of nights laying next to you now, whether by a fire or in a run-down motel, she’d like to think she’s learned a few things about you from it.

You wake up alone, however, the pattern of Lana’s body is embedded in the sheets. You get a feel of the fabric, noticing it’d run cold, telling you that she’d been gone longer than you expected. 

Throwing on one of Lana’s long white t-shirts, you step outside, breathing in the warm air that rustles the view of palm trees just outside your motel room. Commotion tears your eyes from the distance to just below your deck, where you see the guys, dressed in their shiny leather revving up their bikes. Laughing with each other, you notice Lana standing with them, smoking what you can only assume were Jim’s cigarettes. She’d dressed up in a tight red dress, her hair curled to perfection like always. 

Jim places a kiss on her open mouth, and she wraps her arm around his neck, deepening it. A bitter smile makes its way to your face when you watch her climb onto Jaxon’s bike, her hands wrapped tight around his stomach. Lana’s eyes close, looking as peaceful as she did that night you wrapped her in your jacket. The unknown, the spontaneous, that is what made her happy. 

“Right,” you whisper, turning around and heading back to your room. You slam the door loudly, nearly scaring yourself as you press your back into the cold, blue door. Feeling goosebumps run continuously down your skin, you know you have to break this cycle that Lana has trapped you in. You tear off her shirt as quickly as you’d put it on, and head for the bathroom. 

Your mind is empty as you allow the warm water from the shower to run over your face, washing away the past couple of hours. 

And to your surprise, you’re okay, for the rest of the night. You let yourself dress up, wearing an old sundress you’re pretty sure hasn’t seen the light of day in a few years. Smoothing out the wrinkles of the yellowed dress, you sift through what you’re sure is a collection of yours and Lana’s makeup combined into a bag. She’d always encouraged you to use it, her things were your things. 

Tonight you put a little bit more on than you usually do, wanting to feel something when you look into the mirror. 

The night drags on, filled with loud and smoky bars. The crowds of people made it hard to give you time to think, and the bottomless alcohol being served to your table certainly helped with that. But you find it in yourself to take some time to think like you always did. You realize you can’t be mad at anyone but yourself. Not the boys, not Lana. You were the only person to blame because you knew the type of women they liked to keep around, you knew what they did with them, so why should Lana have been any different? 

It was incredibly selfish to want her to be yours, to think she might feel the same way about you that you did her, considering the circumstances. You don’t know how the guys do this so often, tossing around a new girl every few months, no strings attached. The women they meet on the road are momentary happiness, and looking at Lana now, lying down in Luis’ lap, you feel like she might’ve made you happy forever. 

“I’m tellin’ you, you gotta stop this.” Randy flings his arm around your shoulder, breaking you out of your deep thoughts. He crushes you in a tight hug, and you laugh loudly. 

“Stop what?” 

He takes a long sip of your drink. “Bein’ so blue. You’re bringin’ me down.”

“That’s my drink,” you say, grabbing it from his hand and finishing it quickly before he does. “And it’s not my fault that your troubled self is bringing you down and you’re always blaming me for it.” He messes up your hair, tousling it with his hand. The very hair that you put an effort in to look nice for once. “Quit that.”

“Shame about your girl there, I know we is all gonna miss her,” Randy says, shaking you again, his arm still tightly wound around your shoulders. “Especially you. You look beautiful, by the way.”

You look at him confused, but realization hits you a moment later. “You guys are leaving her now, seriously? How long has it even been?”

“Longer than any of us originally wanted. J wanted her to stick around a little more for you.” He pinches your cheek with his thumb, and you shake him off.

“Bullshit,” you say harshly. “You know why I don’t throw myself at your girls? Because I actually have something of a fuckin’ heart. Don’t make her play cat and mouse when she’s not wanted.” You pause, trying to find your lighter. You were having somewhat of a decent night. “Or your next girl, for that matter.” 

Randy sets down his lighter in front of you. “Alright,” he says gently. “We won’t.”

“Thank you,” you say. He hugs you tightly, and you let out a deep sigh. “I’ll be okay, really.” He squeezes you again, then leaves to go talk to some new fling, or whatever. You light your cigarette, and let the night pass you by while you smoke, watching the crowds from your corner booth. Lana comes up to you at one point, giggling as she sits on your lap. You wrap your arm around her waist, supporting her as she loops her arms around your neck. You wonder if they’d already told her they’re leaving her here, for good. With the way she looked so happy, effortlessly glowing and laughing, you’re pretty sure she has no clue.

She watches you smoke intently, and you bring the cigarette up to her lips, letting her inhale. It was the least you could do. 

She blows the smoke out of her cherry-lined lips, smiling at you. “So what’re you-”

“I’m gonna turn in. Soon,” you cut her off abruptly. She doesn't seem to mind as she leans into you, her smoky lips parting slightly for a kiss. “Lana,” you warn, shaking your head subtly. Her green eyes examine you for a minute, scanning your face, and she removes her arms from your neck. 

You don’t realize it but you can’t breathe when she looks at you like this. You can’t tell what she’s feeling and you can’t read her eyes like you usually do. “I thought you weren’t like them,” Lana whispers, staring into your soul. She gets up, straightens out her dress, and takes the cigarette wedged in between your fingers. 

I’m not, you want to say as you watch her walk away. You couldn’t be more unlike them, not with the way you cared for those you loved. Yet, thinking back on Randy’s words and the way you’d just denied Lana to sit with you, you were casting her aside, just like they’d done. 

Like they always do.

Maybe you were more like them than you’d thought, and hey, who could blame you? You’ve been on the road with them for almost ten years now, you were bound to pick up a few things. You don’t see where Lana disappears to, and you tell yourself you shouldn’t care. After all, you were packing everything up in the morning and heading for the next town over with the gang. The thought of never seeing her again enters your mind, and you grab the nearest drink around you and finish it quickly. 

“There she is,” Jaxon says loudly, as you try to leave the bar unnoticed. “Sorry about Anna,” he slurs his words, squinting at you. He was never known for his apologies, so this is somewhat of a heartfelt one to you. You walk over to him, and he gives you a firm pat on the shoulder. 

“Lana,” you correct him quietly. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow mornin’. Bright and early.”

-

The sun barely touches the sky by the time you’re packed up and ready to go. Thanking Randy gratefully, you down a hot cup of coffee he’d handed to you, shivering as the hot liquid passed through your lips.

The rest of the boys get packed up quickly too, and start their engines. Time to ride. 

Something you don’t ever want to remember again is the way you hesitate to turn your key.

-

Days pass quicker than expected, the blazing heat of August burns through your skin and tires you faster than it ever had. Days fade into nights that blur back into days, and it takes you a while to recognize that you’ve become more distant from the group and yourself. 

“Did it take this long last time?” You recognize the voice as Luis’, quiet to not wake you up from your sleep. Or so they thought. You were curled up into a ball, facing away from the rest of the group. You were perfectly bundled, wearing your black pants and leather jacket, but Jaxon had kindly tucked you in his oversized jacket as well, thinking that you were unconscious. He knew you’d never let him live it down if you were awake.

“Heartbreak takes however long it wants to take,” Jaxon sighs loudly. He picks up his guitar and strums a few chords quietly, humming to himself. “Let her be, and she’ll be just fine.” 

-

Jaxon was right, even though you didn’t believe his words at first. You were just fine and you went back to being somewhat of your old self. You watched the constellations at night and drank by the fire, shoulder to shoulder with the guys just like you always had. And when Jessie, a fierce and mouthy redhead began to tag along with your group you thought of Lana fondly, not bitterly. 

You did not offer her your jacket or make small talk, you simply went on with your life and did as you pleased. 

And one day, when you stumbled upon the girl you’d left behind, you didn’t know what to do with yourself when she fell into your arms, grasping onto you tightly as she cried. “Please don’t leave, please…”

As a creature of habit, you always find yourself doing the same thing, over and over. It was comforting and familiar to you, especially in a life where your home was wherever you fell asleep, wherever you laid your head. Exploring the new town you were in was a part of your routine and it helped you feel somewhat domesticated, even if it was only for a few days. 

Your mind was running with what felt like a million thoughts a second when you found Lana, kneeling next to a run-down gas station, her trembling hands holding a smoking cigarette. She might as well have thrown herself into your arms, clinging to you tightly. You wrapped your arms around her quickly, your eyes closing for a moment, realizing how much you missed her being so close. The way she smelt, the warmth of her skin, it was all coming back to you. You waited for her to pull away or make some sort of movement but she just clung to you, limp in your arms as she savored your touch.

“Lana,” you whisper, feeling warm tears fall from her eyes and onto your skin. “Hey, hey-” she cuts you off as you try to pull away from her. You knew you shouldn’t, but you only wanted to comfort her at this moment. 

“No, no,” she begs, holding onto your shoulders tighter. “Please don’t leave, please- please-” Her nails dig into your skin as her voice shakes. This was so unlike her, crying and begging, this wasn’t the strong and confident Lana you knew. You don’t doubt that she’d been drinking that night but your heart ached at the mere thought of her being like this ever since you left, a few months ago. 

With a promise that you weren’t leaving, you eventually can get her to ease her grip and walk her to your motorcycle, your arm wrapped around her back, helping her walk. You try and ask her things, but it seems like she’d used all her energy on asking you to stay, with the way she stumbles to walk and closes her eyes, trusting you to take her to safety. “Okay, hands around my waist, baby, okay?” Your tone is gentle, and you wrap her arms around you for her when you’re met with silence. Lana responds a moment later, tightly hugging your stomach. 

Back at the motel, you convince her to change into your clothes, not wanting her to sleep in the same tattered t-shirt and tight jeans. You soothe her to sleep by tracing shapes on her back, allowing her half of your bed.

You were careful about making sure the guys weren't around when you brought her back to your room, fumbling with your room key while Lana rested against you. They were probably still out on the town with their new feisty redhead but you still were on edge. You didn't want to have to deal with their pestering and crude jokes right now. 

Turning your room light off, the darkness consumes your eyes and you're left alone with your thoughts after Lana finally falls asleep. You had absolutely no idea what this meant or what you were doing. You'd be lying if you hadn't thought about wanting to make amends or try again with Lana, things might be different this time…

Closing your eyes for just five minutes, you awake hours later and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. The room is still completely dark, the only sounds you hear come from the air conditioner, still blowing the fabric curtains around. 

Lana whispers your name questioningly, startling you slightly. You turn the light on, forcing yourself to adjust to the new brightness quickly.

Once adjusted, you take a moment to look her over fully, the past few hours were a blur to you now even though you'd been completely sober. She was looking at you with tired but incredibly sad eyes, just as you remembered them that night in the bar. “How are you feeling?” You ask awkwardly, averting your gaze. You speak at a low volume even though you know you don't need to. 

“Better,” Lana whispers back. “Thank you for…” she trails off, looking to the carpeted floor beneath you. You want to ask her so many questions and say so many things that you'd left for far too long. 

You start with the one that'd been puzzling you for hours now. “How did you find me? I mean, how are you here? It's been so long, we're so far from where-” you find yourself trailing off too, and you hate how awkward you're feeling around her. Everything used to come so naturally with you two, and you miss it terribly.

“Where you left,” Lana says with a small smile. Guilt immediately runs through you, and your stomach churns.

You can't say anything to defend yourself, so you don't say anything at all until she speaks next. “I know how you guys move, the directions and patterns you take.” Lana hesitates, moving ever so slightly closer to you. “I was hoping to find you.” Reluctantly she brushes her fingers against yours, hoping you'd intertwine them with her own.

Her words channel something in you, and you're reminded of all the times she would make you feel important, singling you out. She wanted you, she just had to have you. 

“I don’t know how you tell me you want me, only me, then can be with someone else just hours later,” you whisper, completely calm as you stare into her eyes. “I'm done hating you for it but I can't understand it. And I can’t be with you if I'm sharing you, Lana.” 

Her lips part slightly, and she immediately wipes her nose as tears make their way to her eyes. Her face remained somewhat swollen from crying herself to sleep, and all those hours before you'd even found her. “I did want only you. I do, I do,” she repeats, shaking her head. “Fuck.”

She takes a deep breath, exhaling shakily. “I could love you, I know I could, I've just never-” Lana choked on a cry, turning away from you fully as more tears fell from her eyes. “I've never-” 

You don't even recognize this voice as her own, and before you know it your hands are all over her, comforting her back into your arms and holding her close. Maybe doing this was a huge mistake, one where she’d leave you hurting just like all the times before and you'd be hung up on it for years on end but you didn't care. 

You knew what you feel now, and if it was a mistake then so fucking be it.

“I can't share you again,” you remind her after some time had passed when she was noticeably calmer. “It hurt me so badly…I can't do this again if you're with someone right now,” you watch her face closely as you speak. 

Lana shakes her head quickly. “No one since that night.” Her big eyes stared into yours, and you knew she was being truthful. “I've missed you,” she whispers, pausing a moment before she leans in to kiss you gently. You could cry, how soft her lips moved against yours brought back a thousand memories. 

You have more to say to her when she pulls away shyly, afraid you might think it was too soon. Her fears are confirmed as you hesitate to speak and avoid eye contact with her. 

“I saw you with Jim. The day I left,” you add more context. Lana's slight smile fades as she listens to you. She backs up, leaning against the wooden bedframe. “I don't mean to hold it against you Lana, it was just hours after we were together and I fell asleep in your arms! I was so hurt I just- I don't know about this.”

It's your turn for tears to prick your eyes, making it harder to breathe, sharp pains make their way to your chest. 

“Please believe me, I do want you, I did even then, I just fucked up. I always do and they made me feel alive, even when I was doin’ the wrong thing, even when I was hurting you.  Just please let me try again. I know I can…”

You sit silently with her words, and Lana hesitates to try anything as she watches you deep in thought. She's hopeful when you finally look back at her, a small smile on your face. 

“Okay.”

. . .

& here's the prompt request!! Thank you anonymous < 3

"Hii! I absolutely adore your writing, and I was wondering if you take requests because I love lanas Monologue in her music video for Ride. She said, "I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer." So I was wondering if you could write a fic about that where lana meets the bikers she's with in the mv and the reader too. I was thinking lana would be into all of them (like they share her), but the reader would be her favourite, so she sticks with them the most. Then one day when the sharing becomes too much for reader to handle they sit lana down and have talk with her about it, something like the reader doesn't want to share lana with anyone anymore, they want lana to be theirs wholly."

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Somebody To Love - Part 4

Hey so AO3 went down and that kinda sucked BUT it did allow me to get some writing done soooo... here you go!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 AO3

The two children Steve had sent to replace him were god damn menaces.

Well, maybe not children but they were still so goddamn young.

And they didn’t let him get away with anything. Standing over him with their arms crossed and twin looks of disapproval on their faces like the god-damn Men in Black of babysitters.

He wasn’t, like, under house arrest or anything. He was still able to get his fix whenever he wanted. He was still able to drink himself into oblivion, but they didn’t handle him with as much care as Steve had.

He had numerous opportunities to go out and get laid six ways from Sunday as well but… he wasn’t really feeling it.

Though he refused to pinpoint why.

“You know, this would have never happened if you’d just show me the list.” Eddie crossed his own arms, trying to put as much petulant haughtiness into his tone as he could muster, lying where he landed in the grass of his back garden with his pants around his ankles. At least his underwear had stayed on.

This time.

How did he get there?

Didn’t matter.

That tree was out to get him. Fuck that tree. That tree was no longer his number two favourite climbing tree. It had been bumped down to number eight to go along with the tree that dropped an apple on his head like he was Newton and the tree that had covered him in sticky sap that took forever to get off.

The woman, Max, who perpetually had her red hair in a long braid down her back, cocked an eyebrow at him. “I don’t ever remember telling him he couldn’t see the list." She said with an air of nonchalance, looking over at her co-babysitter. "Do you, Dustin?”

“You know, I think you’re right, Max." Dustin matched her tone. "I think Eddie just assumed he wasn’t allowed to see it and ran with it.”

“Hey, fuck you, man." Eddie pointed up at him. "You're supposed to be on my side. Nerds of a feather.”

"I'm on the side of the truth. Like any good scientist."

"You're a babysitter."

Dustin shrugged. "And I have hobbies."

Max rolled her eyes. “Pull your pants back up like a good little boy and I’ll show you the list.”

“I could fire you on the spot, Red, don’t test me.”

She bent low, placing her hands on her knees so she was looming menacingly over him.

“Do it." She grinned down at him. "I fucking dare you.”

Eddie scoffed. "Whatever." 

But he did still stand, bucking his pants back up.

Despite everything he was loath to admit he really liked those two. They didn't take any of his shit and they treated him like a human person rather than some mythical celebrity they had to bow and scrape to.

He held his hand out expectantly.

“Oh, we don’t have it on us.” Max said, her eyes glittering with malicious glee. “It’s on the kitchen counter.”

“Fuck off 'it’s on the kitchen counter.'”

“No, it is.” Dustin nodded. “We put it there last week.”

“We’re keeping a running tally for how many times you’ve walked past it.”

“I think we’re up to fifteen now?”

Eddie did not stomp his foot. “That’s so not fair! You know I’m off my meds!”

“You’re off your meds because of the amount of recreational shit you imbibe. That’s on you." Dustin poked him in the chest. "Maybe if you were sober for five minutes you’d have noticed it.”

Eddie turned his back on them and started to make his way towards the house. They might have had a point as to why he was off his ADHD meds but Eddie was a stubborn fucker so he’d never admit it to them.

He snatched up the list that he genuinely only just noticed for the first time because it was pointed out to him and eagerly read through Steve’s recognisable handwriting.

It was a lot shorter than he thought it would be but also it kind of covered everything?

Make sure he keeps himself alive.

Don’t let him do stupid shit.

Don’t let him kill himself with:

Alcohol poisoning.

Drug overdose.

Some super fucked up STD.

Eating shellfish by accident again.

Chasing a balloon into traffic or whatever.

If you have to put him in a protective bubble, do it.

Max, if he gets mean, get meaner.

Dustin, if he tries to worm his way out of listening to you by claiming to be ‘cool’, remind him of the time he wore a plain black suit to the Met Gala-

“Okay!” Eddie shouted into the kitchen around him, slamming the list back down with a smack. “Low fucking blow, Steve!”

“I mean, it’s true isn’t it?” Max pointed out, pulling herself up to sit on the counter.

“Listen,” he ran a hand through his hair, keeping his volume high, “It was one time and it was my first Met, I was nervous, alright?! Plus! It wasn’t even a plain black suit, it was Chanel, hello??” He waved his hand around. “It had accessories??”

Dustin leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his chin in his hands. “Steve wore yellow.”

“Yes, I know Steve wore yellow-”

“He wore a beautifully cut little yellow suit with a cape and he wasn’t even there as your plus one,” Max smirked, “he was there as your assistant and he was still better dressed than you.”

“Alright-”

“Rhianna complimented him. Said great minds think alike.”

“She was in nothing but a cape so-” Eddie threw his head back in offence. “Whatever, good luck keeping up with me, children. I’m gonna go find some prawns or some scallops and you two,” he pointed at each of them in turn, “can explain my big fat puffy face to Steve when he gets back in a few days.”

Neither of them were even remotely phased.

Eddie was practically rattling by the time Steve was due to fly back in from… wherever he’d been. Even though he probably wouldn’t see him immediately.

Like, the guy had his own home to go to, his own stuff to get reacquainted with.

His own platonic soulmate to reunite with.

So why would he call over? Steve had his own life. He had no... no obligation to come see Eddie immediately.

And that was fine.

Eddie would see him tomorrow, more than likely.

So it was no big deal.

It was fine.

It had been nearly a month since they’d spoken. It was the longest stretch of time they’d gone apart in… Jesus nearly ten years?

And Eddie had handled it fine. 

He had been so normal about it.

It wasn’t like he’d been missing a limb.

It wasn’t like half his heart had been ripped out and shipped off on a plane to wherever.

Wasn't like he'd been thinking about Steve every day, every night, every spare fucking moment he had.

Why would he?

He was... it was all... everything was fine.

He was sitting in his basement studio, plucking a stream of consciousness on his guitar that sometimes crystallised into something coherent and sometimes was something that was stuck in his head.

He looked like a ratty mess, the same worn out pyjama pants and band tees that had been with him ever since he lived in a trailer park in rural Indiana.

They were comfort clothes more than anything at this stage.

His hair… he couldn’t be dealing with his hair right now, it seemed to be out to irritate him on that particular day. Every time a strand brushed against his neck or his cheek it made him want to crawl out of his skin. He’d yanked it violently up onto the top of his head, but each repeated, frustrated shoving of a stray strand back into the bun just caused more to fall out.

He was trying desperately to distract himself but his blood was itching for… something.

He hadn’t had a good fix in a while, he wanted to be sober and clear headed for when he saw Steve again but the heightened anxiety really wasn’t helping the situation. He didn’t usually get so twitchy when he was sober, but then again, he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d been actively trying to stay away from everything. 

And maybe that shocked him a little more than it should.

Maybe it scared him just the right amount.

But it could easily be a losing battle because there were hidden nooks and crannies everywhere in his house holding some kind of mind altering substance in them. Even on the couch in his studio he could probably reach down in between the cushions and pull out a baggy of pills he'd forgotten down there at some point. He didn’t even know what half the pills he found dotted around were anymore, they could be sugar for all he knew but they were there and they wouldn’t stop whispering to him.

He wasn’t even conscious of what he was playing. It was only when he realised he was muttering lyrics to himself that he figured out what was living in his brain and automatically spilling out around him.

Somebody (Somebody) Ooh, somebody (Somebody) Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Eddie softly snorted to himself, a little self deprecatingly. Oh, the irony, he thought, especially considering-

“That’s my favourite.”

Eddie whipped around to see Steve fucking Harrington leaning against the door of his studio.

He looked, well, there was no word for it other than glowing. His skin was darker, his hair a touch lighter, the dusting of freckles over his nose had exploded in volume and pigmentation and he looked good. He looked so good. 

More than that, it was like he’d brought the sunlight back with him because he’d clearly been somewhere sunny, maybe on a tropical beach somewhere. Somewhere that suited him as a person.

It was like the smell of the ocean entered the room with him.

“Stevie!” Eddie shot up from the couch, discarding his guitar a little carelessly before all but throwing himself at him, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging on for dear life. “You’re back! You’re here!”

Steve stiffened up momentarily, unusually, before relaxing into it, holding him tight. “I’m here.” He muttered softly into Eddie’s neck.

“Tell me everything sweetheart, how was it? Where did you go? What was it like not to have to run around after an overgrown toddler such as myself-?” Eddie pulled away with a smile, back on solid ground but his grin faltered when he noticed Steve’s own smile had an almost sad tilt to it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He shrugged off Eddie’s concern. “Went to Hawaii. It was a good time, I’d recommend it to you but I don’t know how well your skin would be able to take that much sun.” He laughed. It was almost performative. He wouldn’t meet Eddie’s eyes anymore. “Met some people. Had some fun. You know, vacation stuff. How were Dustin and Max, could they keep up with you?”

Eddie swallowed and tried not to let the cold wash of emotion completely pull him under. “You- you met some people, huh?” He was going for light. He really was going for light, but it came out just a touch too shaky to really pull it off.

“Yeah.”

“What kind of people?”

“I dunno, people. You know, vacation people.”

Eddie nodded and tried to shove everything, everything he was feeling far, far away. He had no right to feel so heartbroken, he didn’t.

Steve was… he deserved to let loose.

And if that meant meeting some people while away on vacation, that was none of Eddie’s god-damn business. After all, it was nothing compared to what he’d been doing to Steve for years.

“Right.”

Steve frowned at him. “What’s with the face?”

“What face?”

“That face.” He circled his finger around Eddie’s head. “You look like I just killed your dog.”

Eddie shook his head. “Did you find what you were looking for? Out there?”

There was a pause.

“I thought I did.” Steve crossed his arms. “I thought I had… escaped it, I suppose? But,” he sighed, “I think I know now it’s going to be with me forever.”

He looked up again, fixing Eddie with that same sad smile, like Eddie couldn’t see right through him, like he couldn’t tell. But how long had Steve been looking at him like that and how many times had Eddie not seen it?

Steve had thought he'd escaped him.

Or escaped his soul-crushing and unrequited love.

But was it even unrequited?

Last month Eddie would have been sure the answer was an unfortunate yes, it was unrequited.

But now he wasn't so sure.

The last month without Steve had been torture.

Steve had left on vacation to escape Eddie's effect on him, had met up with vacation people and thought it had worked...

Then he came back and...

Eddie needed to sit down.

He dropped himself heavily back down on the couch and put his head in his hands.

“Sounds like some kind of tragic love story.” He muttered into the space between them.

“Yeah.” Steve’s voice was soft. “I think it is.”

Eddie looked up at him, heart breaking in two just from how resigned to his fate Steve sounded and Eddie could feel it. He could feel it, like he knew, like he felt the same, like he’d been… for all this time…

“What were you escaping?” He asked, his voice smaller than he was used to hearing it. It was a dick question, it was a hard question to even get out but he had to know.

He had to be sure.

Because if he was sure then maybe…

Steve looked at him with his big sad eyes and his resigned posture and defeat written all over his figure. “Please don’t ask me that.”

“Stevie-”

“No. Please, Eddie. I… I can’t.”

“Why?” He pushed the word out into the air like it had personally offended him. “Why can’t you just talk to me about this? Why can’t you tell me? We tell each other everything. You’ve never hidden anything from me.”

Steve laughed, some cold, sad, biting thing. “Eddie, I've been hiding this thing from you for years.”

“But, please, Stevie, I need to know. I need you to tell me. Because, I don’t know. Maybe-” Eddie reached out, trying to grasp at Steve’s hand but Steve pulled back violently.

Like Eddie could burn him with just a touch.

“Don’t. Just- I can’t tell you, you know why I can’t tell you!”

“No, I don’t!” And Eddie really didn’t. Why was this so hard, why was it so hard for him to just… admit it?

“Because!” Steve stood in front of him, sudden and frantic, like a man who’d been clinging onto his last threat of patience and sanity and had just lost his grip, hands in his hair and staring at Eddie with wide glistening, pleading eyes. “Because I’d have to leave! I couldn’t stay if I did tell you! It would- it would be unethical and unprofessional-”

“Stevie, you know you’re more to me than an employee.”

“Yes, I do, but…” Steve deflated all at once, the very soul inside him crumpling under the weight of everything. “But what would happen if I did tell you?” He whispered, swallowing around a lump in his throat. “We’d try to continue on as normal but now there’s this thing hanging over every interaction we have from now until forever and you’ll start to get uncomfortable and it’ll be a thing. And you’ll never be able to look at me as just a friend anymore and I’ll get so distracted I won’t be able to do my job and I’ll have to go, for both our sakes and that would kill me, Eddie. I need you in my life like I need fucking air, as fucked up and infuriating as you are, I need you in my life.”

“But,” Eddie was making a valiant effort to will away the lump in his own throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever felt so unsure about something, like every word had the power to destroy if he picked the wrong one. Like everything around them was ready to shatter like a Prince Rupert’s drop if touched the wrong way. “What if that doesn’t happen? What if… what if we gave it a go…?”

Steve somehow slumped even more, dragging his hands down from his hair to cover his face, another laugh breaking out of his lungs that was clearly mingled up with a sob. “That would be even worse.” He murmured. 

“How could that possibly be worse?! Would it really be so bad to be in a relationship with me?”

“Yes, Eddie!” Steve hissed, glaring at him with red, shiny eyes. “Yes, it would! Because I know you. You don’t do relationships. Any ones you have had you’ve imploded before they go anywhere past semi-serious and I cannot do that. I cannot be given a taste and then just have to go the rest of my life without it because you got bored or self-destructive or realised it wasn’t what you wanted, that I-”

Steve abruptly cut himself off and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes again. “I can’t do it, Eddie. If I just became another notch… I don’t think I’d ever recover. It would destroy me.”

Eddie put his own head in his hands again, ignoring the jerking movements of his bouncing knee. The worst part was that he couldn’t disagree with what Steve had said about his attitude with people, about how he treated those he was with. 

He couldn’t even be angry or defensive about it because it was true. It was so true the both of them knew it was plainly factual, there was no point arguing.

Anyone he’d ever had a relationship with before, he’d either dropped once the shine had worn off, or shoved away using cutting words or sunk himself so deep into drugs and alcohol it was a miracle Steve had ever been able to drag him out.

Because it was always Steve dragging him out. It was always Steve listening to him bitch and moan about how love was for fantasists, no one was ever happy in relationships, having to cut themselves down by half to accommodate someone else, how he’d never catch himself in that trap for as long as he lived, how he’d swear off ever chaining himself down to bullshit monogamy again.

Until the next pretty face or bouncy ass walked by.

Of course Steve would think that about him. Eddie thought that about himself. Believed it about himself until very, very recently, when even the thought of Steve leaving his life forever sent a cold spike of dread and desperation through him.

“Okay,” Eddie rubbed his face. “But, what if… How do I- what if I prove it to you?”

Steve inhaled deeply then exhaled harshly toward the floor and dragged his hands away from his eyes. His face was blotchy and wet and miserable, his eyes were raw red and resigned. 

“Prove what?”

“That I…” Eddie dragged a hand through his hair, gripping on tight. “That I want to be serious about this. That I- if I get a chance, if you give me a chance to have you, that I’m going to keep you. Forever.”

Steve shook his head. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Eds.”

“I’ll keep it.” Eddie raised his head, meeting Steve’s eyes again and trying to will his sincerity across the room. “I’ll always keep it with you. If you love me like I suspect you do, I’m gonna work every god-damned day to keep that promise. Because I think I’ve been in love with you for just as long-”

“Please,” Steve’s voice cracked, harsh and painful sounding, “don’t say that if you don’t mean it-”

“I mean it.” He clasped his hands in front of him, almost begging Steve to hear him. To understand just how serious he was. “I swear on everything I hold dear, I mean it. I swear on my guitar I mean it.”

Steve looked so… he looked so hurt. Like everything he’d been hiding from himself, everything he’d been hiding from Eddie for so long, for years was all coursing through him at full force.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and considered him.

“I’ll think about it.” His voice was quiet, but it wasn’t so despairing as it had been.

Eddie stood. He wanted to get closer, he wanted to wrap Steve up in his arms and never let go, he wanted to make it better but he didn’t dare move any closer.

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know. I think right now I just need a little time. And space. Again. I might have to extend my vacation just for a few more days. To get my head on straight.”

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie exhaled, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Whatever you need, baby.”

A wounded, painful sound was pulled from Steve’s throat against his will and Eddie flinched backward.

“Jesus, shit. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Steve just shook his head, not meeting his eyes anymore. 

“Dustin and Max will be back tomorrow morning.” Steve didn’t raise his eyes again, keeping them firmly on the ground as he picked up his bag.

Eddie could only whisper out a small ‘okay’. He felt like if he said or did anything else, Steve might shatter into a million tiny pieces and he couldn’t- he wouldn’t let that happen.

The same way it had happened a month ago, Eddie watched Steve leave the room, staring at the door long after he’d gone.

But even though it was the same this time, it was also different.

Because now he had a terrible hope building in his chest.

Now he had work to do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 AO3

It was Chanel, hello?? It had accessories??

An idea of Steve's yellow suit

And, of course, Rhianna's iconic cape

This is the video I watched to visualise Eddie playing away in his basement studio. Watch it and let your mind wander 🤭 (specifically 1:23 is the part Eddie is playing in the fic)

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[dragonnarrative-writes]

super curious about your wip ‘honeybee’ if no one’s asked already? 👀

For the WIP Ask Game!

You know how I lament, constantly, that I can't just write smut? That there's always gotta be a long setup? Well Honeybee is/was a story where I tried to cut that down as much as possible by doing a brief intro and then jumping into smut. I was unsuccessful, but mostly because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to write. I don't know if I'll ever come back to this concept, but please enjoy the little bit I have.

CW: Discussions of sex, established GhostSoap, established PriceGaz, barracks bunny oc, no smut!

The 141 on leave and a couple of drinks in is probably Soap’s favorite version of the team. The captain always buys the first two rounds before settling down with two fingers of whiskey for the rest of the night, grinning around his cigar. Gaz likes to get fancy beers and ciders, keeps track of what he likes on an app, but three drinks in, he’s just a happy guy, leaning in being generally tactile. Even Ghost lets loose a little bit, hood up but face unmasked as he sips at his beer, then straight bourbon. But tonight, his third drink is a cocktail, of all things.

“Since when do you drink cocktails, LT,” Gaz asks before Soap can. He’s grinning, gives a Ghost a slap on the arm that he normally wouldn’t dare.

“I’m a man of many tastes,” Ghost says before sipping his blackberry bourbon smash with the tiniest of straws. “But I like blackberries. Reminds me of a girl.”

Soap can’t stop himself from making a questioning noise, “You got a girl in Manchester, then?”

Ghost snorts, “If I had this girl in Manchester, you think I’d be here with you fuckers? Nah, this was years ago.”

Soap gulps his drink to drown the reflexive hurt he feels at the declaration. What he and Ghost have is new-ish, but it’s certainly not exclusive. What happens on base and what happen on leave are two different worlds. He must not be as subtle as he thinks he is, though, because Ghost sways in to knock shoulders with him and squeezes his knee.

“Well go on, tell us about her,” Gaz pushes.

Ghost thinks about it for a moment before speaking. “American, contractor. Don’t really remember what we was workin’ on, but she showed up on base one day to assist in medical. Fit as fuck. Brown skin, dark eyes, curves like you wouldn’t believe. Great tits. Could pick her up by the waist easy, but I would’ve needed an extra pair of hands for her arse. Called her Honeybee.”

“Wait,” Price cuts in, pointing at Ghost around his cigar, “Honeybee with the tattoo?”

Ghost smirks, “Oh, so you’ve met her.”

Price huffs a laugh and wipes a hand down his face, “Mary and Joseph, that woman…”

Soap grins, jealousy completely washed away. He’d leave Ghost on base for a weekend with a woman that makes Price sound like that. “A barrack’s bunny?”

Price rubs his face, “I wouldn’t call her that. More like a hurricane.”

Ghost laughs and takes an actual sip of his drink. “Think that was the first time I woke up sore two days in a row from sex. Slowest run time of my life the next morning.”

“Two man job,” Price said around his cigar, “at least.”

Soap knows the stars in Gaz’s eyes are mirrored in his own. He’s never heard the captain talk about his exploits, let alone Ghost. Soldiers brag, of course, he’s done his share of big talk to impress his squad. But this is Price and Simon, cream of the crop, best of the best and the backbones of the 141.

“Sounds like it was,” Ghost snickered. “Saw her every other night for two weeks, pretty sure she was just trading between our rooms the whole job.”

Gaz makes a skeptical sound, “Two weeks with the both of you didn’t wear her out?”

“Oi, yeah,” Soap says. “Yuptae that she needs two tadgers?”

“Some day,” Ghost says, putting a gentle hand on Soap’s shoulder. “I’m going to send you to school to learn English.”

“Fuck off,” Soap laughs.

“He asked why she’d need both of you,” Gaz says gamely. “And I know how Price fucks, and I’ve heard Ghost fuck, so it’s a damn good question.”

“Ghost has a type,” Price says with a chuckle. “Energy for days. Could barely slow her down. But she was a lot of fun.”

“More fun that me?” Gaz asks, face stricken and voice full of mischief.

“No one’s more fun than you, sweet boy,” Price assures him.

“Gross,” Soap declares. “Tell me more about Honeybee.”

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Thirty Three

**Ghost’s POV**

               “She’s Pregnant”

               The words lingered in the air like a virus ready to attach itself to someone. The air was thick, and it was getting harder for me to breathe – which had never been a problem for me before, especially with my mask; but this, this news knocked all the air out of my lungs.

               My eyes burned a hole in the face of the nurse as everyone else’s eyes glared at me. “How far along?” Laswell’s voice broke my glare as I fluttered my eyes trying to compose myself.

               “I’m not sure. She would need an ultrasound, but it popped positive very quickly,” she paused to think, “So I would say, maybe a few weeks. Does anyone need to notify the father?”

               The nurse looked around the room and then her eyes stared at me. “I think he is already notified dear,” Price said. The tension in the room not lessening up.

               “…Oh. Congratulations, sir.” I wasn’t sure if the nurse was being hesitant from the way I found out, the look in my eyes or my uncontrollable shaking. She turned on heel and exited out of the room faster than what she came in.

               The nurse shut the door quietly, but damn if it didn’t feel like a knife was stabbed into my heart when the lock clicked in place. I stared down at the floor with all kinds of emotions running through me. I wasn’t ready to become a father and the word alone scared the living shit out of me.

               “Simon,” Price said as he could see my eyes blanking out. I could hear his footsteps walking closer to me, but my eyes were glued to the floor. It wasn’t until his hand grabbed my shoulder that I was able to remove my eyes from that spot. “Son.” One word. One word that made me shoot up from my seat and hug this man so tightly.

               Price himself was a bit shocked at my sudden action, but quickly wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. My shoulders began to shake as tears spilled from my eyes. I hate it. I hated showing myself like this, but it was like I couldn’t stop it. I had bottled my feelings for so long, the cap had just busted, and the bottle needed to be relieved.

               I felt another hand on my back as my body began to tremble – and soon another. The people who I protected the most but also pushed away, was here in my biggest time of need. This is family, but I was missing the biggest piece. Harley and now our unborn child.

               I pulled away from Price and I felt the hands on my back disappear. The black around my eyes was now running into my mask. “Don’t give up Simon. She needs you,” Price told me as he grabbed the side of my upper arms.

               I nodded my head at his words, “I’m not. I’m going to kill every last one of those bloody fuckers.”

               “Now there’s the Simon I know,” Prices voice deep and hearty. “Lets all try to get some rest and if anyone hears anything, let Laswell or myself know immediately.” We all nodded in agreeance and the room slowly emptied out. I sat back down in my chair, not ready to even face the door to our bedroom. I know I needed the rest, but I couldn’t bring myself to smell her, see her clothes or even sleep knowing that she is out there being tortured or sold to some greedy old bastard.

               The more I thought about what was being done to her, the more my blood boiled. I hated it. A part of me didn’t know if I would feel better knowing she was alive and being tortured or if she was dead and I wouldn’t be able to see her again – but at least she wouldn’t have to suffer.

               I sit there in the briefing room for several hours before I get up and attempt to walk towards our bedroom. With each step, my knees were getting weaker – but the weight on my shoulder was becoming heavier. To touch the doorknob, it was like a jolt of electricity was going through me. This, this right here was pure torture.

               When I opened the door, Johnny was asleep on her side of the bed – curled up with one of her shirts she had been wearing within the last few days. I know he was struggling to keep it together, but shit, someone had to. I felt disappointment in myself for losing my control, but I couldn’t help it. At least it wasn’t both of us.

               I walk past him and head towards the closet, the last place I felt her arms around me. Stepping into the square room was as if the oxygen in my lungs was being sucked out. It was a vortex, but I needed to be here. I needed to be where she liked to be, thinking maybe that would help give me some sort of clue to where she may be – but it just infuriated me even more.

               I sat down against the wall in the closet and snagged one of her shirts off the hanger that dangled beside me. It smelled just like her. How could someone be so vile and want to harm her? But one thing I do know, she was a fighter – and a damn good one at that.

               The smell of her shirt made me want to cherish the good times we had even longer. I started to hate myself for not spending more time with her. Staring into her green eyes as she adored mine. How her nose scrunched when she laughed really hard and how warm she made my cold heart feel by just a simple touch. I knew that I had done nothing wrong, and I knew we spent majority of our time together, but it was a moment like this where I wish it could have been even more.

               I replayed every moment I could remember in my mind over and over. Her voice. Her laugh and every little detail about her until my eyes grew heavy and I prayed to anyone that would listen, to please let me dream of her.

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               Johnny woke me up. He was cautious, not knowing the state that I would be in. I fluttered my eyes and smiled thinking it was Harley, but then reality set back in immediately. The pit in my stomach turned and my whole body felt numb.

               “Price wants to see us in the briefing room. Says he may have got a lead.” I could tell he was holding back tears and trying to stay strong. I admired him for it.

               I get to my feet and head to the briefing room as quickly as I possibly could. I felt like my legs were about to give out from underneath me from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. ‘Please be good news. Please be good news’ I kept repeating over and over in my head.

               I slam the door open as my chest heaved up and down. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to know the news and if there was a location, I needed it immediately.

               “Laswell has done some digging around and found there is going to be an auction tomorrow night in Las Almas,” Price started off with.

               “But?” I question out through gritted teeth.

               Price clears his throat, “But, it’s a private event.”

               “Okay?” I respond annoyed.

               Price sighs, “A formal private event. No masks.”

               I stiffen from his words. I’ve never gone into any mission without my mask for the sake of my identity and for childhood reasons, but would I really let my fears get in the way of rescuing her?

               “I’ll go in,” I hear Gaz say as he gives me a reassuring look. “I promise Lieutenant, I’ll get her back.”

               “No Gaz, I’m going in,” I say back a bit cold. It came out harsher than I had intended. “I’ll take my fucking mask off. If that’s what it takes to get her back safely, I’ll do it.”

               Price clicked is tongue and raised his eyebrows, “That may work,” he says as he walks closer to me. “No one has ever seen your face. We risk Harley’s life and our own by taking a chance someone recognizing our faces.”

               The black heart in my chest started to beat rapidly. The thought of me facing people without my mask was nauseating, even if it was for Harley – but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

               “So, what are the details?” I ask.

               “Black tie event,” Laswell answers walking into the room. “Sleek and rich. What we need from everyone is to be on their best eyes. This place is going to be heavily guarded,” she pauses taking in a breath. “If one of the guards doesn’t respond within a few seconds, they lock the place down.”

               “Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap says next to me.

               “Yeah. So we need to come up with a plan. A damn good one.” Laswell was determined and full of hope. One thing I admired but also hated about her. How can you have hope when everything around you dies or turns to shit?

               “What usually happens in these places?” Gaz asks.

               Before Price or Laswell could answer, Alejandro chimes in, “Sinister things amigo. Girls of all ages. Some as little as a child, others teenagers and young adults auctioned off to a life of misery,” he says getting up from his chair to face all of us. “The girls are given a dose of ‘Dust’ based off their weight to make them easier to handle. They are sold to the highest bidder and taken to wherever their new home is,” he pauses, “…never to be seen again.”

               Gaz jerked his head back in shock, “They…kill them? So, its for sport?”

               “Si. Sick bastards they are. They use their bodies for whatever they want them for – pleasure, pain, you name it – and when they are done, they are no longer use to them.”

               “How do you know all this?” I ask him out of curiosity.

               Alejandro’s eyes met mine and I stared back as I watch his eyes gloss over, “Because my sister was one of them.” I hated it. I hated all of it. A part of me felt guilty to even have him on this because I’m sure this brought back a lot of memories, but the selfish side of me knew that he would fight even harder to get Harley back. “I promise you Hermano,” he says to me as tears fall from his eyes and down his face, “We will get her back.”

               I knew it was a promise, but the promise wasn’t guaranteed alive. I nodded my head at him signaling a silent ‘Thank you’. Laswell broke the heart felt moment to remind us why we are all here in this moment – a game plan, “Any ideas?” I knew she was just as anxious as we all were – which was shocking considering how her and Harley got along the first few times they met.

               “I say I go in and try to look for her. Everyone else, be my eyes on the outside,” I petition.

               Price nodded his head, “Laswell can take over the cameras and over lay them. Alejandro, do you have any men that you don’t think would get recognized?”

               “What do you have in mind amigo?” Alejandro asked.

               “Get another set of eyes on the inside,” Price looks over to me, “I need you on the inside Simon, but how much are we risking by camouflaging someone as a guard?”

               Alejandro crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled to himself, “I like your spirit Captain, but all of those guards are either Russian or German.”

               Laswell sits down in her chair and pulls her laptop from her bag. She opens it and in a few minutes, she shoots her head over at the Captain, “Price.”

               She turns the laptop towards him, and his eyes scan over whatever was on the screen, “We have just the guy that fits the criteria,” she says with a smile on her face.

               Price looks from the laptop screen to meet Laswell’s eyes as a grin mirrors on his face, “Nik.”

[anniecrestawhitestrips]

I also didn’t like the episode!! Been going crazy seeing all the praise, feels good not being alone🤝

Like, listen. I’m a Weird Fucker, like how other people are Monster Fuckers. But ep 1 kinda felt like it was Weird-er as a response to people responding positively to season 1, and this episode just felt Weird for Weirdness Sake. I spent the entire time hoping Irving was somehow fully asleep and dreaming, thinking about all the things that have made him super anxious over the last several weeks. But then at the end she shouted Milchick’s first name, and I was like aw fuck.

I started picking at my fingernails halfway thru, which is how you can tell I’m super bored by what I’m watching.

Also I’m a Grade-A Mark S/Helly R anti, and I don’t really feel they’ve done a good job exploring Helena’s weirdo third wheel feelings for them to suddenly do this. Unless the whole thing was her idea to somehow hopefully get into Mark S’s pants lmao

And this isn’t even me wishing it were the immediate aftermath of ep 3. Like ofc I wanted to see that, but that’s not why I’m frowny face. It just made no fucking sense to me, and for THAT to be how the Helena reveal happens. I love the show, so I’ll ofc reassess when the season’s over, but initial thought I def did not like it

Maybe it really was all just a dream of a little autistic boy holding a snow globe. I can only hope.

[fishsouper]

MORE dead poets as things my friends/family have said because i spend basically every evening at rehearsals and. i hear things

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knox: you don’t smell like santa, you smell like…

knox: …

knox: you smell very nice actually

todd: thanks??

knox: hey, it’s a welcome change from how charlie smells

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knox: yeah, and at work, i always make special pizza for the girls

meek: …

meeks: i’m not sure i want to know what that means

knox: well the girls that come through usually want more bacon and less veggies. and sometimes they’re gluten free

meeks: ohhhh. that kind of special

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neil: did i get that line right?

mr keating: sorry, no

neil: shit

cameron, screaming: SWEAR JAR. NOW.

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knox: it’s amazing, we’ve been doing this show for weeks, and we all still find it hilarious every rehearsal

neil: you find it hilarious. you find everything hilarious

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charlie: and if it’s too cold to sled, we’ll have lots of sex in bed~

cameron: what did you just say?!

charlie: …nuthin

cameron: this is a family show!!!

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meeks: an old lady responded to the text about my campaign

meeks: she said “i hope you lose, you little fucker”

pitts: damn

meeks: elderly republicans, man. they’re a different breed

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charlie: your shoes are untied

knox: *checks* hey, no they aren’t!

charlie: knox. you aren’t even wearing shoes right now. why did you look

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neil: i don’t know what fucked me up but i’m watching a detective show and i keep getting excited when the killers are hot

charlie: heheheh

neil: no i’m serious. what’s wrong with me.

charlie: heheheh

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meeks: i don’t get it. we aren’t all farmers anymore, what’s the point?

charlie: are you talking about incest?

pitts: DAYLIGHTS SAVINGS, CHARLIE

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keating: alright, you can’t all talk over me at once!

the poets: …

keating: …okay, you can, but we won’t get anything done

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charlie: merry christmas, everyone!

cameron: please… it’s not even halloween yet… i’m so tired….

[lvrhughes]

Already Over | M. Marner

In honour of me seeing brina in concert🥹

word count: 1.1k

pairing: Mitch Marner x f!reader

summary: You know once Mitch is over there’s no saying no, so when you decided to end it, you kept him out, until his forces your hand.

warnings: none! fluffy

requested: no

not my gif!

He came over right after the game ended, so we talked for hours about how we shouldn’t be talking for hours. That conversation led to the next, how we’d probably be better off as friends, with him kissing me after. 

Same time next weekend, say we won’t do this again, but we always do.

Make me fall where I stand, only like you can.

“I’m done” He could hear the confusion I felt and the uncertainty. 

“We both know you aren’t.” 

Cocky asshole.

“Mitch-” He was quick to cut me off.

“No, I can hear it in your voice, you don’t know what you want right now.”

Fuck him for reading me so well. 

“Out, Marner.”

He put his hands up in false surrender and walked towards the door. 

How am I supposed to close the door when I still need the closure?

He did show up, the same time the next week, at my door. He looked like a kicked puppy, clearly reeling on the lost game, so bringing him in was the only choice. 

“We tried so hard.” He was just mumbling sad things into my shoulder while I held him, trying to soothe him. Eventually he tired himself out and passed out, on top of me. 

In the morning he was in the kitchen, making coffee. 

“G’morning sleeping beauty.” He smiled.

“Says the one who passed out, on top of me, last night, not even twenty minutes after showing up” I teased back, the smile on his face growing a bit. 

He walked over to place a gentle kiss on my lips, getting pushed away before he could. Confusion flooded over his face at the hand on his chest keeping him away. 

“I said I was done last time.” 

“You weren’t serious, were you?” That kicked puppy look had returned.

When I didn’t answer he stormed his way to the door, leaving without a word. 

Selfishly don't wanna give you time to be on someone else's lips, but I'll take three short hours over three long weeks pretending like we don't exist

Three weeks, he ignored me for three fucking weeks, he pretended I didn’t exist. 

“Mitchell Marner I swear to go I will smash your headlights if you don’t talk to me!” That was the threat I yelled at him, a few feet away, in the parking lot of Scotiabank arena, while he was getting into his car. He froze, clearly thinking about how serious I was about it. He must’ve thought serious enough because he stopped, closed his car door, and waited for me. 

“Thank you” I mumbled walking up to him. He didn’t say anything.

“Mitch, talk to me. You fucking pretended I didn’t exist for three weeks, what is going on?” 

He scoffed at the question, making the urge to smack him for it raise. 

“Speak now Mitch or I swear you will never hear or see me again.”

The little panic in his eyes was noticeable, so he did still care.

“Fuck I’m sorry, don’t leave.” were the only words he said, he’s damn lucky I love him. I put my arms out and he quickly shoved himself between them, tucking his head in the crook of my neck. 

He mumbled something into my neck, incomprehensible to me.

“What?” I asked, he lifted his head to mumble out that he wanted to go to my house.

So we did, we took his car, mine being parked at home after getting a ride from Auston to the game. It was a quiet ride, his hand laid on my thigh rubbing small circles while he drove, the music was quite playing some upbeat pop song.

There was no way of leaving him now that he was already over. I knew it, he knew it. It’s like he planned it. 

No matter how many times you’d say this is the last time, he’d always be back. I loved him and it’s almost like he knew that, like he knew and used it against me. 

“What do you want?” not intended to be a rude question, but genuine. He looked up from his spot where he fell on the couch.

“What do you want?”

Fucker. Flipping the question, like he always did when he didn’t want to answer.

“Closure.” He got up quickly with that one word. 

“What?” There was a hint of panic and fear in his voice. 

“I say that I'm done but I'm still confused. How am I supposed to close the door when I still need closure? And I change my mind but it’s still on you, how am I supposed to leave you when you're already over?” 

He paused for a moment, letting everything hit him. If he told the truth he could have you but he was scared. He knew his life was so much, all the media, the fans, the hate. 

“Y/n-”

“Don’t say anything out of pity, you hear me?” He just nodded. 

“I love you” The only words he said. 

“Do you really or are you saying this out of pity?” 

“I love you so fucking much, I have loved you since we met.” He poured his heart out with each word as he continued rambling about his love. After about a minute, I couldn't take it anymore, cutting him off with a kiss. 

He smiled into it. Pulling away after a minute to breathe then pulling me right back in, before peppering my face in kisses. 

“I love you” I finally managed to get out when he froze to breathe again. 

“Didn’t you once tell me you’d always like your bed more than me?” he mocked, bringing up the time I had told him that when we first met. I gently shoved him back, his hand on my waist making me slide back with him. His laugh filled the space. 

“I like my bed, but it likes you too. But I love you.”

He went back to peppering me in kisses, while leading us towards my bedroom. 

“Does this mean you’ll be my girl?” he asked when he had laid us on my bed, him on top of me, his arms beside my head supporting his weight. 

I giggled at his question, kissing his lips again.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Hmm, I don't know, you might have to do it again.” 

So I did, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him again. 

The entire night was filled with kisses, a few makeout sessions, and the both acting like giddy teenagers again. It was safe to say that was the best sleep Mitch and I have had in awhile.