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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 7 months

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#376

“Hey Caleb. You were in that bathroom for a while. Big shit or were you giving it a tug? Considering your swim trunks is showing no bulge whatsoever, I doubt you were enjoying your right hand. Or do you use the left? Me personally, I’m a lefty….

“Your dad and I were just talking by the pool. I asked him how long he knew you were gay…. Oh I wish you could see the shocked look on your face. So you haven’t told him. He was shocked too. He said you weren’t. I told him that I’ve been around sperm burpers all my life and you were a classic pole rider.

“You haven’t said much. Not one word of protest. You are just trying to figure out what your next step is going to be. Don’t worry, I love fucking with your dad. He’s worked for me for ten years now. He knows my sense of humor and just brush it off. Besides he’s been drinking. But I got enough out of him to convince me that you definitely gob the knob.

“You wanna swing on my dick, or not? Here let me take it out for ya. I can see by the lump forming in your shorts that you want it. Am I right?... Your dad likes to say that you are quiet and keep to yourself. I can see that. Just nod then.

“Ok, let’s do this then. This guest room’s toilet serves as the overflow bathroom. Someone will interrupt us. Come with me. My bedroom will offer us some more privacy. Your dad already thinks you are off reading a book on your phone. Nobody is going to miss me for a while…. It’s a large house. When I bought it, I had an addition put on for my master suite…. When you enter my bedroom, lose the swim trunks. Boys are to be naked at all times in my bedroom.

“Damn boy, you are rock hard. So, were you jerking off or taking a dump in the toilet?... Look, when it comes to sex, I cut to the point. There’s no need to be coy. I’m going to be fucking that pussy of yours, and I want to know if you are empty first. Good. Did you also give it a tug?... Of course, you did.

“Come here. Point to the guy you were jerking off to…. You are at a construction company pool party where 80% of the men here work for me. There are more muscles out there from hard work than a fag like you can take in. Which one?...

“…Of course, you would go for Stan. So you like big guys? He’s six four and built like a brick shit house. Have you talked to him?... He can be a bit of an gruff asshole. The guys call him Ox. He has a dick to match. Not the brightest guy, but damn he’s a hard worker and a brutal fucker. Yeah, he’s tag teamed with me a couple of times. He can fuck for hours.

“Come with me. This closet door leads downstairs to my hidden playroom. I had it specifically designed and loaded up for just about every kink my dick was interested in. You’re what 20? You probably don’t know about all these things. I do know this: you are leaking up a storm.

“Don’t touch yourself. Let the leak flow. Why don’t you have a look around? I need to text a few of my guests to let them know that I had to step away for a bit.

“That’s a St. Andrew’s cross. If you have an interest in being whipped, I’d be happy to oblige…. Didn’t think so.

“Those are my four rim seats. They are for eating ass. Depending on my mood, they vary based on how secure the boy is underneath. That last one secures the boy’s legs up so he can get fucked while he’s eating my shithole.

“No. No. Leave your dick alone. I want you to leak….

“There. All the appropriate texts have been sent. Now, we’ll have some time to really have fun. Come over there. This is a fuck bench. Simple. Easy access both holes. Climb up. Knees go here; elbows here.

“Oh, you have a pretty cunt. Nice…. Oh, you are not as tight as I thought you would be; my finger just slid in. I take it you are not a virgin. That’s fine. I get it, a cunt needs to be fed. You get fucked at college?... Kinda figured.

“Ever been tied up?... No? There’s always a first time.

“Ok, so here’s the situation. I’ve applied a small amount of lube to your cunt lips. Your mouth, or rather your throat needs to put some slime on me. I will probably go between your holes.

“I put a sludge plate under your dick to collect your pre-cum and when I eventually allow you, your cum.

“Open wide…. Oh fuck. Your mouth feels good. Oh shit, you know how to work your tongue. You little faggot whore. Oh man. Fuck.

“I gotta try that cunt. If it’s as good as your throat, boy…

“…Right to the root. Right to the fucking root. Wait. What the fuck?... Do that again…. Boy you are something. I could just stand here, and you can squeeze my cock like that all day. It feels like you are jerking me off with your hole.

“Where the fuck did you learn all this? No twenty-year-old stumbles on how to treat a cock like you. Who taught you?

“…Your math professor? Damn, I never would have thought a math professor would have been so twisted.

“Say faggot, you have a job?... Living off your dad, hunh? You probably go out looking for dick when he’s at work. You fucking faggot whore. How would you like to come work for me? It’ll be in my main office. It’s a tiny office, just me and my manager Dwight. You’ll actually have office responsibilities in addition to servicing me and Dwight. Yeah, he’s another guy that I work with that I play around with. I employ four or five guys that also enjoy using faggots like you, although Dwight also uses bitches too.

“This is a serious offer. Your dad doesn’t need to know anything other than you are working in my office. I need to have these holes accessible. You want to do that?...

“…Fuck yeah! I’m getting close faggot. Keep doing what you are doing. Oh shit. Oh shit! Here it cums! Shit yeah!

“You keep performing like this, and I’ll pay you what I do your dad.

“So, did the math professor teach you other kinks?… Eating ass and piss drinking! Hell yeah! So you have been under a rim seat?... No, he just sat on your face. Did he tie you up, or get rough?... He wanted to? Boy, when a man wants to use you the way he wants you need to let him.

“Oh fuck, climb down. And keep my load in you. Here hop up on this fuck table. I want to sample that tongue. Legs go in the stirrups. I will be securing your legs in them…. Wrists will be secure at your sides in these cuffs.

“You still in contact with the professor?... Good. I want to invite him over some weekend so we can use you all weekend long.

“This table was designed for butt play as well as eating ass. Your head goes here onto the head rest off the end. I can lower the head rest and your head back so that opens your throat to a deep straight throat fuck, but I primarily use it by lifting it up like this to support your head when I straddle it like this. Now your face is wedged in my ass, with me just standing here. Get that tongue going.

“Oh fuck. Fag, this will definitely be part of your office responsibilities. Dwight will love it too. As will Ox….

“Hey Ox….

“Faggot, I took the liberty of telling Ox to join us when I sent out those texts.

“Holy shit Ox, this is Murphy’s boy. He’s a total cunt pig. I just hired him to work for me in the main office. Wait until you try his holes.

“Shut up faggot! This doesn’t concern you…. Get back to sticking your tongue into my shitter.

“He does this pulse thing with his cunt muscles. You have to try it. My load is still inside.

“Hey fagboy, you ever have a baseball bat in your cunt?... No?... Well it would have been practice for what’s about to be shoved into you. You know that bulge you jerked off to is going in your twat.

“Scream in my ass. Keep that tongue going in deep. Oh fuck!

“Look at how much he’s leaking. Give it to him. Hard. He’s shaking. Keep plowing…. Oh shit! He’s fucking cumming. Without his hands, that’s fucking amazing.

“Fag, I don’t care that you shot a huge load. Ox takes a while to get going. I’ll be right back. Ron Owens needs to try you out.

“Fag, while I’m gone, I want you to focus on the man you jerked off to—the man that is tearing up your cunt. Here, let me undo your hands. Run them over his chest. Feel those muscles and that chest hair.

“Ox, don’t you dare cum before we get back. Keep pile driving into him, and don’t let up, even if he begs.”

“Faggot, this is only the beginning….”

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darkmajesty-xo · 1 year

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Ready Player 1 ? - Shigaraki x reader

18+ MDNI | masturbation, praise , video chats, crack-humor

most would consider it unwise for a girl like you to be in these chat rooms due to the questionable discourse and rather infamous patrons, but girls just wanna have fun right ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: saw an old couple today, could be me and shig but he’s playing ☹️

user2345: i think you mean planning* as in planning world domination and torment of quirkless losers like you.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: oh sweetheart you’ll never get any pussy if you keep acting like one

user3333: damn bro, you gonna take that ?

user2345: who gives a shit about some villain groupie ?

user2345: she keeps her mouth so full of cum that it’s starting to affect her whore brain.

user2345: do you really think the true leader of the new world would make time for some dumb cunt like you ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: there’s probably a higher chance of tomura shigaraki and i living happily ever after than there is of ANY woman even looking in your direction.

this was a normal friday night, you simping over shigaraki in the forums and clapping back at the misogynistic incels that hid behind their keyboards in their mothers’ basements. but there was one guy that always stood up for you whenever the idiots got too out of hand. he was also a moderator so he had no problems blocking them.

the two of you would dm off and on about life , thoughts on hero society, hobbies , etc. from your chats you gathered that he didn’t walk that straight and narrow but that didn’t mean much to you. he would sometimes tease your about your crush on shigaraki and your general taste in men.

finalboss: honestly, what kind of girl likes a criminal?; who knows what kind of twisted shit the guys into— you’re not even a villain.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: you know nothing jon snow

finalboss: that reference just confirmed btw

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: i’ll have you know that my beloved is a certified otaku fantasy nerd.

finalboss: oh yeah ? and how’d you obtain such info ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: i run 3 stan accounts on twitter and i belong to a shiggy fan club 🥹

finalboss: 😃

finalboss: seek help

finalboss: 😃

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: you wound me ☹️

finalboss: i’ll just leave that too your Prince Charming lol

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: oh lord , did you see the footage of his latest attack ?

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: he was dressed like a whoreee 😩😩

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: tits just out for my viewing pleasure

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: shigaraki is my shepherd, he know what i want.

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: wanna suck on those sugar nips and call him mommy

finalboss: you get weirder and weirder every time we chat

xoxo_|hisMC ✮: that means we’re becoming besties ㅤ♡ ︎

finalboss: ♡ ︎

it was nice having someone to talk to about your secret obsession, it’s not like your “real life” friends would understand. the two of you had carved out your own little piece of the internet to goof around in. he never disclosed much information about himself and typically kept the conversations focused on you, but you still felt an undeniable bond to this faceless stranger.

then he ghosted you.

weeks went by without a word from your friend. he no longer defended you in the forums and he didn’t respond to any of your dms. you’d started to get worried that he may have been arrested or worse. and at the three month mark you’d finally given up hope that you’d ever hear from your friend again. but then the unexpected happened.

finalboss is requesting to video chat.

this was completely out of character but after months with no word, you were desperate to hear from your friend.

you were prepared to chew him him out for abandoning you. thinking of all the ways you could insult him while simultaneously expressing your need for his comfort and company. but your mind went blank when the grainy screen loaded into the pixelated image of your companion.

whispy tendrils fell from his bun, framing the sculpted planes of his handsome face. his lips were dry, slightly chapped, with the only lubrication being the sheen of saliva left by the slow drag of his tongue. bloodied eyes bore into your own leaving you breathless and dazed.

“hey bestie”

his voice was low and raspy, almost like a whisper. a deep rumbling that echoed in your ear drums. it was oddly hypnotic. he was absolutely mesmerizing.

tomura chuckled into the camera, showing flashes of perfectly white teeth. he leans back into the chair, a hand on the back of his neck showcasing a broad chest and toned abs.

“didn’t expect you to be this quiet, bestie. is my outfit not slutty enough for you ? i could always take these off…” his hand fell from his neck to rest and the waistband of his black jeans.

you remained speechless, eyes glued to the light dusting of hair below his belly button.

more laughter and shifting. now you were met with the glorious girth of shigaraki’s cock clenched tightly in his fist. the darkened tip oozed a sparkling trail of pre that spilled down his length. his thumb swiped the fluid to spread over his veiny member.

“c’mon , doll. don’t leave me hanging” he teased, squeezing his fist upwards to produce more pre. “i thought you wanted to be my ‘mc’ ? seems more like an npc if you ask me”.

“y-you’re him” you stammered, eyes following the slow drag of his fist. “you’re tomura shigaraki”.

“in the flesh” he teased, shooting a wink that went directly between your legs. “well kinda, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. sorry i’ve been away so long, but you’d wait forever for me won’t you , perfect girl ?”

your nod was automatic. robotic even. you’d moved closer to the screen, completely engrossed by his ministrations.

“anything for you beyon—shiggy”

you both laughed at that. he appreciated your humor, especially with all the drama in his day to day. even in def con simp mode and being ghosted didn’t stop you from being undeniably you. that’s probably why he was as obsessed with you as you were with him.

“i know we probably have alot to discuss but todays been kind of shitty and i’d really like to explore our final fantasies”.

you snorted, “that was really bad , shig”.

he shrugged, “i’m a villain, not a comedian, beloved. “now show me that perfect little pussy”.

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ckret2 · 3 months

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Chapter 34 of human Bill Cipher not making friends with Stan during his imprisonment in the Mystery Shack, featuring: the tooth fairy and her dentist attempting to steal Bill's teeth in the middle of the night. Stan would care a lot less if he weren't still handcuffed to Bill. And also: Stan and Bill have a friendly chat. As you can see.

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Even though Bill and Stan were trying to watch the same TV as they had dinner, Bill refused to sit in the living room with Stan; so he sat on the bottom step of the stairs in the entryway, Stan perched on the end of the couch, and they strung the handcuffs around the doorway with their little plastic microwave dinner trays balanced on their knees.

Both of their dinners had come out undercooked. Both of them were too proud to complain.

After picking through maybe a third of his meal, Bill decided he'd rather go to bed hungry than eat something he didn't enjoy, dropped his tray on the floor, and kicked it into the kitchen. "Hey Stanley, still glad you went with the cuffs instead of the bracelets?"

"Shut up."

Bill smirked victoriously, and looked back to the TV. "No mayonnaise in Ireland."

"What?"

Bill pointed at the screen and the rows of blank letters waiting for contestants to fill them in. "The round that just started. That's the solution."

"Oh." Stan counted out all the blank letters, frowned, and said unconfidently, "It can't be that. It doesn't make any sense."

"You're wrong," Bill said lightly; and then fell silent, running the tip of his tongue over the new gold spots on his teeth.

When the contestants had guessed enough letters that one could hesitantly offer, "Is it... 'no mayonnaise in Ireland'?" Bill smirked triumphantly at the sound of Stan's silence. He just barely waited until the next board of blank letters flashed on the screen, and then announced, "Tip your waiter."

Stan counted the letters under his breath. "Man. I thought I was good at this, but we'd clean up if we put you on this show. No one would ever figure out how you're cheating."

Bill laughed. "Listen to you! If you were Ford, you'd just be mad that I'm giving away all the answers before you can guess. That's the great thing about you, Stanley: you don't get irritated at me for stupid little reasons. You're more fun." He took a deep breath and shouted, "Hey Ford, did you hear that?! Stan's the fun twin—!"

"Keep it down, you idiot. Ford's in the basement, he can't hear you." Stan had thought Bill was finally sobering up from the sedative; maybe not. (Then again, maybe this was just what he was like sober.) "And what are you talking about? You irritate me all the time!"

"Oh, well, I guess I just don't care when you're irritated." Bill laughed.

Stan grumbled, planted his chin in his hand, and tried to focus on Cash Wheel. It was difficult when he already knew the solution.

He tolerated the silence for less than a minute before sighing, looking toward the doorway, and demanding, "What's with you, anyway? Why are you so obsessed with my brother?"

Bill spluttered in disbelief. Stan could feel his handcuff chain jerk over. Voice even shriller than usual, Bill said, "Excuse m—Excuse me?! Obsessed? Moi?! I don't know what you're talking about!" He forced a loud laugh.

"If Ford's in the room, he's the only one you talk to, and when he isn't here you're yelling across the house for him—"

"Is it obsession to sometimes pay a little more attention to the human here I happen to know best and to whom I happen to be a teacher, muse, and friend—"

"Oh that's a load of bull," Stan snapped, "you're not any of those things! Friend? Friend? He wants you dead, you crazy—"

"Well if he does," Bill said, louder still, "then wouldn't it make perfect sense to keep my eye on the guy who killed me? There's no big mystery—"

"That's it! That's just it!" Stan tossed down his TV dinner and stood so he could face Bill properly. "He didn't kill you alone, remember? That was a two-man con you fell for! But you keep talking like Ford was the only one there!"

Without bothering to stand, Bill looked up at Stan and said, quite confidently, "Only one person killed me. You're just the place where I was killed."

"I wh...?" Stan fell silent, blinking at Bill in disbelief.

"Do you even remember what happened inside your brain? After you took my hand?" Bill asked. "You don't, do you?"

Stan glowered at Bill, but he shut his mouth and said nothing.

"I knew it." Bill laughed nastily. "We were both trapped in there when Fordsy fired the gun. Completely powerless. You were weeping and begging for a way out when the flames got too close, but there was nothing I could do by then—"

"All right," Stan took a threatening step closer, "I know that that didn't happen! I would never—"

Bill leaned back, hands raised palm out in appeasement, "Okay okay okay! All right, you got me—just embellishing the story a little—we actually had a big psychic laser battle. Imagined up all kinds of futuristic weapons. It was very 90's action movie. You did... fine, you were fine."

Stan considered that. "Ehh... sure, that sounds more like me."

"But it was all imaginary," Bill snapped. "It was a vast illusion! At that point there was nothing either of us could do to the other. We were just two victims locked inside a burning house as it came down around us. You didn't kill me, you never even had the power to kill me."

"Huh." That was all Stan said. But he kept looking at Bill, frowning distrustfully, studying him.

Bill's shoulders slowly went up under the pressure of Stan's gaze. "Oh—oh wow, okay, I see what's going on!" He gave Stan a crooked, mean smile. "You're jealous, aren't you? You thought offering up your body to be the scene of a murder finally made you a co-star instead of a sidekick! All your lives, Stanford got more attention from daddy, more attention from the teachers, more attention from the whole world... and you thought you'd finally get at least a little attention from the big bad living nightmare. Just because you let your brother shoot you in the head!" Bill laughed. "You weren't special enough for anyone else—why do you think you're special enough for me?"

Stan jerked Bill to his feet by the handcuff's chain. "I bet I'm special enough to break your face!" He dragged him into the living room, fist raised. "Let's see if you stay down this time—"

Bill scrambled back as far as the chain allowed him. "NO!" Horror filled the one ragged syllable. His free arm was raised to shield his terrified eye.

They froze, staring at each other.

Bill straightened up, forcing a nervous, rattled laugh. "Come on, I just got all this dental work done. At least give me a couple days to enjoy it before you pound it in!" He was talking fast to fill the silence. "Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind having a flatter face, all these bones and cartilage jutting out never did feel right—"

Stan feigned a punch.

Bill flinched.

Stan laughed at him, slapping his knee. "You big chicken! Look at you! Baw-baaawk-bgawk! HA!"

Bill tried, very hard, to explode Stan with his brain. This usually worked on people who dared try to insult Bill Cipher. "If I had one billionth of a billionth of my power, I'd have already destroyed you—!"

"But you don't, sucker!" Stan laughed louder.

Bill screamed in frustration, turned his back on Stan, and stomped upstairs to sulk.

Or, he would have, if he hadn't gotten one step up the stairs before the handcuffs yanked tight. He stumbled back, landed on his butt, and inadvertently jerked Stan down on one knee with a yelp.

Bill cast a resentful look at Stan—who was rubbing his shoulder and finally looking as irritated as Bill felt—and then he lay down and deliberately stared straight at the ceiling. "Whatever. I don't even care about your pointless mammal posturing. It's fine. It doesn't bother me. I'm calm. You're just making yourself look stupid." Bill shut his eyes. "I wanna go to bed."

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"Bill," Ford said.

Bill cracked open an eye and peered up at the form looming over his makeshift cushion bed. "Mrm?"

In a very calm voice that suggested he was not calm at all, Ford asked, "Why are you sleeping on the floor in front of my bedroom door."

"Oh. Right, you missed it." Bill yawned and sat up. "Well, you see, Stanley got us handcuffed together until tomorrow morning," he pointed at his cuffed wrist and rattled the chain, "and I tried to be accommodating, but he doesn't want to sleep in the attic and won't let me sleep in the guest room—"

Stan yelled through the door, "And Mr. Accommodating here still refuses to sleep on the sofa bed."

"—so the best compromise we've got is sleeping on the floor with the chain under the door. Not my idea of a fun evening, but." Bill shrugged ruefully, like an adult resigned to indulging the whims of a petulant child. "Do you want in? It'll take us a little coordination to get the door open, but we've already done this once, so—"

"I'm not messing with this," Ford said. "I'm sleeping in the basement. Good night, Stanley."

"Night, Ford."

Trying not to sound miffed at being snubbed, Bill said, "Hey, do you still keep your cot on that rug you used to channel me better?" He laughed.

"Nope. I burned that rug." Ford turned the corner and left.

Bill stuck his tongue out at his back. He didn't actually know whether Ford was lying. He wished he'd thought to check out Ford's study before heading down to the portal back when he'd had his time tape.

"Hey." He rapped on the bedroom door. "I thought we weren't asking Sixer for help so he wouldn't find out about the handcuffs." They hadn't actually discussed it, but he'd taken it for granted. "Now that he knows, why aren't we getting his help?"

"What, you think I need his help to solve all my problems? Ha!"

"Okay, fine. Doesn't matter to me, I'm used to sleeping on the floor." Bill lay back down and sighed.

He shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

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Bill wasn't quite dreaming, but for a few seconds it was something very close to a dream. He saw points of light in darkness. One of his earliest, oldest memories. He'd memorized the constellations outside of his plain when his starblind species didn't even have a word for "constellations."

But these weren't those points of light in darkness. Some nearer, some farther—he could sense their distance—and all of the lights were calling to him. All of his eyes. He could see so many more than he had last night.

One was just a few inches away. He could almost reach out and grab it.

But those few seconds of light-in-darkness were in the gray twilight between the dreamscape and the physical world, and Bill only fleetingly glimpsed them as he passed from sleep back to wakefulness. He opened his eyes.

To see a person looming over him.

And the taste of thick metal tools in his mouth.

"Hi," Bill said, for lack of anything better to say under these circumstances.

It was enough to make Dr. Illing gasp and stumble back from Bill. "Jeez." He clapped a hand over his heart. "I'm sorry— I-I didn't want to—"

"Uh-huh." Bill sat up and took the abandoned tool out of his mouth—pliers. They'd been gently clamped around one of his canine teeth. "Not the most unpleasant thing I've had aimed at my face in the middle of the night," Bill mused, "but it's pretty high on the list." He tried to lift his other hand to feel his face for damage—and only remembered the handcuff when the rattling chain caught his wrist in place.

They both looked at the cuff. As Dr. Illing realized Bill was trapped, a change came over his face—a desperate, crazed fury.

Bill shook his head. "Ohhh, no no no—"

"Give me that!" Dr. Illing lunged for Bill, one hand reaching toward the pliers and the other toward his throat, trying to pin him against the door.

Bill shoved his feet in Dr. Illing's chest, trying to hold him back. "Stanley!" He pounded on the door with the pliers. "We have visitors, wake up!"

"It'll only take a second," Dr. Illing insisted. "You were going to give me one anyway! And that tooth is already loose! You can handle the pain! Just—hold still, I can't damage it!" He managed to get his thumb in Bill's mouth—he cringed when Bill bit down, but didn't back off—and pulled a fresh set of pliers out of his tool bag.

Bill parried the pliers with his own pair. "STAAAN—"

The door unlatched and Bill tumbled backward into the room. He twisted out of the dentist's way, slid the handcuff chain out from under the door, and skittered behind Stan.

"Wha—what's—?" Stan squinted into the dark hallway. "The heck's going on?"

Bill stretched to Stan's nightstand and grabbed up his glasses and hearing aids. "Put your face on!" He shoved them in Stan's hands, then reached back for his dentures.

Stan put his glasses on first. "What the— Illing? What are you doing here?"

Dr. Illing stood forlorn in the hallway, trembling all over, eyeing Stan nervously. "Uhhh," he said eloquently. "I just..." He gestured around Stan's shoulder toward Bill, "wanted to check her fillings. I thought one of them might be a little loose—"

Bill's cackle cut through his excuses. "Oh, come on! I know your boss put you up to this! What does the little lady want with my mouth?"

Dr. Illing's eyes widened. All he managed to produce was a squeak.

Stan said, "What 'little lady,' this guy's self-employed. What are you talking about—"

"The tooth fairy, genius!" Bill flung his free hand in the air. "Why did you think your dentist pays you to pull your teeth! He lives in a van, who'd you think was funding him?!"

"Uh," Stan said. "You know, I sort of just took his whole 'creepy sadist who bribes people to let him pull their teeth' shtick at face value." (Dr. Illing's shoulders slumped.) "But—I know things are weird around here, but the tooth fairy's gotta be fake, right? That's the stupidest..."

A fairy popped out of Dr. Illing's bag—just large enough to use an adult man's hand like a chair, with a bob cut so white it almost shone, giving off a glowing toothpaste-blue aura, wearing a necklace of baby teeth like a hunter who'd taken trophies from the bones of her kills.

"Oh," Stan said. "Well. Never mind. Just one more crazy thing in this town."

Bill's back went stiff, his eyes widened, and he curled his fists into the fabric of Stan's tank top like he was holding his shield in place. "Oh, she's here." He lisped an inhuman swear under his breath.

Ignoring them, the tooth fairy glowered up at Dr. Illing. "How did they know? What did you tell them!"

"Nothing!" he protested. "I swear! I'd never!"

"Well, you must have let something slip—"

Bill swallowed hard; but then he straightened up, let go, and stepped into the open. "Why, if it isn't Miss Pearl E. White, in the fae flesh! To what do I owe such an honor?"

Dr. Illing and the fairy both flinched. She asked, "How do you know my...?"

"Oh, Pearl. I know things you couldn't even dream of." Bill favored her with his best, widest, most unnerving grin.

And got the creeping sense that she'd stopped looking at his face, and started staring at his teeth. He pressed his lips together. "And here's just one thing I know: lady, if you were toeing the line of your treaty any harder, you'd be tripping across it. So tell me what you're doing here and what you want."

She huffed defensively, wings buzzing as they lifted her several inches in the air. "I'm well within the terms of the treaty! I haven't laid a hand on you and I'm not about to start, and I've been offering more than adequate financial compensation—"

"Oh, right," Bill laughed, "I'm sure the queen of your court would be thrilled to hear you ordered your legally-dubious helper to rip out someone's teeth in the dead of night—"

"Hi," Stan said, "question. What the hey are you guys talking about. Treaties? Queens?"

"Oh, this is all going over your head, isn't it! I'll catch you up." He turned to the side to point accusingly at Pearl, "Little miss enamel-happy here has a thing for teeth. To the extent that she started stealing them straight out of humans' mouths. She went so crazy that the local human settlements actually declared war on her court over her dental kleptomania—and the fairies she dragged into the conflict weren't any happier about it than the humans were. So now, under the conditions of a human-fairy peace treaty, she's only allowed to acquire already freed teeth that are voluntarily offered to her by their owners—which is why she started bribing children."

Pearl crossed her arms, fuming. "That's a very biased version of events. You're just trying to paint me in the worst possible—"

"Save it, sparkles! I woke up with your minion's pliers in my mouth, I'll be as biased as I want!" He shifted his attention to Dr. Illing—who seemed to wilt under the force of Bill's glare. "But she's getting deep in a gray area working with this guy. Once a tooth is handed to a dentist, he's its 'owner,' and can freely give that tooth to the tooth fairy—but him extracting the tooth puts the whole operation on shaky legal ground. Really, I think the only reason you've gotten away with this racket so long is because nobody's filed a legal challenge with the fairy court yet."

"Nobody's complained about it," Pearl said hotly.

"None of your victims know about it," Bill countered. "Hey Fisherman," he jabbed Stan's arm, "how do you feel knowing your teeth were sacrificed to the tooth fairy?"

He considered that. "Well—it was free."

Pearl crowed, "Ha!"

Ignoring Stan's reply, Bill blithely moved on: "But by any reading of the treaty, hiring a human to steal teeth straight out of someone's mouth is beyond the pale. So you'd better have a good explanation for this!"

"Yeah. I do have a good explanation." She sucked in a deep breath. "I want your teeth!" She launched herself toward Bill; Dr. Illing had to grab her around the waist to hold her back. "I'd do anything for those teeth! They're the most amazing teeth I've ever seen!" She clawed at the air, hissing and straining as she tried to reach Bill.

"My lady, please," Dr. Illing said pathetically. "The treaty—"

She aimed a swipe at his face. "I know about the stupid treaty!"

Bill stared at her, baffled. His perfectly normal human teeth? But he shook his head, smiled, and said, "Well okay, fantastic! It's been a while since I've bargained with the fae, but I'm not too attached to this body—so how much gold do you have on you, kid?"

"We're not bargaining. You already know too much," Pearl snapped. "I'm not about to get blackmailed by a human, and I'm not going back to fairy jail. So here's what's happening." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder toward Dr. Illing. "I'm gonna have my guy rip out every one of your teeth, and then rip your head apart so you can't talk, and the only negotiating you get to do is whether or not my guy uses the local anesthetic before he starts. So what's it gonna be?"

Dr. Illing went deathly pale and his knees shook as he verged on fainting.

"Hey," Stan waved at the fairy, "listen, I'd love to see this guy's head get ripped apart, but—crazy thing, long story—it turns out there's fifty-fifty odds that killing him could end the world. So, maybe let's talk this out—?"

Pearl gestured dismissively at Stan. "His mouth has nothing left of interest to me. He's a witness. Kill him, too."

Dr. Illing swallowed hard; but, with trembling hand, he reached into his tool bag and slowly pulled out a large power drill that definitely wasn't designed for teeth.

"Right," Bill said. "Okay. This'll be fun." If he said it convincingly enough, maybe it would be true. "Hey, Fisher—you know that spell Sixer's got on me? If I cast it on Frankie here, can you..."

"Yeah, I see where you're going."

Pearl's eyes narrowed. She pounded her tiny fist on Dr. Illing's finger. "Hurry up, before they—"

Before she could issue a warning, Stan charged at them, fist raised. Dr. Illing flinched, shielding his face with the drill; but Stan dodged around him, heading for the hall. Bill seized Dr. Illing's upper arm as he passed—"Amnesia Limina, Stupidi Digiti, Occultus Locus!"—and then Stan yanked Bill out into the hall by their chain and slammed the bedroom door.

Dr. Illing gasped. "What?"

Blue light radiated through the cracks around the door as Pearl darted around, shrieking, "Open the door, you idiot!"

There was a moment of futile scrabbling. "How?!"

Bill and Stan retreated to the entryway. Bill said, "If we get outside, we can lose 'em."

"Or get the car and run them over," Stan said.

"You don't wanna be the guy who kills the tooth fairy! She might be in the doghouse, but she's still old fae nobility. Her court would—"

Bill cut off as Stan opened the door. Instead of leading to the porch and the forest beyond, it now opened into a bone-colored cathedral, the arches and vaulted ceilings constructed out of what looked like small irregular pebbles: teeth.

Stan gaped at the vast chamber. "Where the heck...?"

Bill looked at what had once been the outside of the door; the numbers "13 / 32" were carved into the wood. "Nowhere we want to go! Shut it!"

Stan slammed the door.

"That explains how she got in," Bill muttered. "There's no time to un-enchant this exit, we'll need another one."

Stan pointed toward the living room. "We can go out the—"

"The floor room exit." Bill dragged Stan back toward the hallway they'd just left.

"What?! That's the other end of the house, you idiot, the gift shop's right through here!"

"But it's a straight shot down the hall—" Bill stumbled to a stop.

The tooth fairy was clawing her way out from under the bedroom door. She caught sight of Bill, and her wings raised in a sharp V like a wasp preparing to attack. "You!"

"Never mind."

Stan dragged Bill back toward the living room. "Now can we go—"

Bill saw the living room—that familiar dark room, the familiar walls and carpet, the familiar armchair facing the doorway as though welcoming him back, the pale blue light from the fish tank climbing the walls like flames—and Stanley Pines, dragging Bill by a chain toward this tomb—and he grabbed on to the staircase railing. "Up."

Stan jerked to a stop. "That's a dead end!" He tried again to pull Bill toward the living room. "Are you insane?!"

"Yes." Bill locked his hand around the railing like a corpse in rigor mortis. He'd break his fingers before he let go. "We're going up."

"We are not—"

The tooth fairy shot past them like a glowing blue bullet, streaking into the kitchen. Stan started, and Bill took the opportunity to drag them up the stairs. Stan finally followed.

"You're not getting out of here with my teeth!" Pearl screamed after them.

"Ignore her," Bill muttered, "she can't risk touching us and she knows it. She's powerless without her minion." He stumbled on a step and just kept climbing on all fours.

"I wouldn't bet on her self control!" Stan struggled to keep up, his cuffed wrist in the lead. "Why are we going this way? How do you expect to get out from the attic?!"

"I don't know! It just seemed like a better idea! Do I have to think of everything?!"

"This was your plan!"

"There's got to be a ladder in the storage over the kids' room, we can get down out a window."

"I don't keep ladders—!"

"Well maybe Jesús does, do you know everything in the attic?! Come on!"

Bill kicked the door to the kids' room until Stan opened it. After a short argument about who should climb to the storage loft ("I have to look, you can't see in the dark!" "And you can?! Since when!" "Since always! You didn't need to know!"), Bill scrambled up the makeshift rungs nailed to the wall while Stan climbed halfway up to give the handcuffs a little slack.

As Bill started searching for anything useful, Pearl's ranting filled the shack: "Those teeth are too good for you!"

"I think she's getting closer," Stan said. "Find anything?"

"Not yet." Bill pulled out a broken umbrella with a hooked handle. He clung to it like it was his only defense as he scanned the loft for any signs of a ladder.

Pearl went on, "They're the most beautiful, pristine, unblemished, perfect teeth I've ever seen in my life!"

Bill asked, "Are they really that great?" He'd never paid that close attention.

"Eh..." Stan shrugged and made a so-so gesture with one hand. "A little weird-looking, honestly. They've got those jagged bits in the front that make 'em look like kids' teeth?"

"Huh."

"They're pure," Pearl snarled. "I've never seen adult teeth so pure! And you're ruining them by drilling out chunks of perfect enamel for unnecessary fillings! You don't have the right to those teeth! I deserve them!"

"Hey Bill," Stan said. "So you knew my dentist works for the tooth fairy, right?"

Bill was dragging aside a large box to see if anything ladder-like was hiding behind it. "Yes."

"And you knew she goes crazy for nice teeth."

"Yes." No ladder; he moved to another stack of boxes.

"And it didn't occur to you that she'd be furious that you carved up your new teeth."

"It's in the past, Stanley! Focus on the present!"

"—and I don't even know how you got magic teeth," Pearl continued. "Fully adult teeth in a fully adult mouth, but somehow they're barely a month old! It's impossible! I could barely believe it myself until I saw your mouth with my own two eyes! I must have those teeth, as soon as possible, so I can preserve them exactly like this, who knows if I'll ever find such a novelty again—"

"Ahh, so that's it," Bill said. "Welp, nope, didn't see that one coming at all."

"She's been shouting a while without actually coming after us," Stan pointed out. "What's she up to?"

Bill paused. "Check." He lay down and stretched his cuffed arm down from the loft to give Stan enough slack to peer out the bedroom door.

Stan frowned. "Huh. Weird."

"She's upstairs?"

"Yeah. But she's just flying in a circle. With... I think a veggie container from the fridge?"

Bill sucked in a breath. "Do we have mushrooms?"

"Wh—yeah? How'd you..."

"What!" Bill half-climbed half-fell to the attic floor. "That little cheater's making a fairy ring! That's not fair!" He leaned out the door with Stan. "She's probably already made the matching ring downstairs. We have to destroy it before—"

The circle of chopped portobello mushrooms glowed white; and with a glittery puff, Dr. Illing appeared in the ring. He coughed out a lungful of fairy dust.

Pearl pointed at Stan and Bill and screamed, "Get them!" With a murderous scowl and terrified eyes, Dr. Illing stared them down and revved his drill.

Stan yanked Bill back into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Dr. Illing whined. "Aw, f—again?!"

"Just break through it!" Pearl commanded. "It's just wood! You have power tools!"

"He can't do that," Bill said confidently. "Doors don't work like that."

Stan said, "He can do that." A power tool whine announced Dr. Illing beginning his assault on the door.

"Oh." Bill considered that, eyes scanning the bedroom from one side to the other, mouth set in a grim line. "I have an idea." He pointed toward the window with his umbrella. "Stan, open the window." He hooked the umbrella over his elbow as he ripped the bedsheets off Dipper's bed and started tying the corners together.

Stan shook his head in disbelief. "You don't really expect us to climb out that window on bedsheets, do you?"

Bill dragged Stan closer and murmured in his ear, just quiet enough that their assailants wouldn't hear him over the power drill, "No, I expect them to think we climbed out the window, while we hide in the closet in the alcove. Once they're past us to check the window, we can sneak out and run downstairs."

"I don't like hiding like cowards instead of fighting. Illing's rickety, we can take him."

Bill kept tying bedsheets. He picked up Dipper's zodiac blanket, flinched, and tossed it to the floor on the other side of Dipper's bed rather than add it to his chain. "Funny—you didn't seem to have any problem hiding for a week while I had your brother prisoner."

Stan grabbed Bill by the shirt, dragging him closer. "You wanna say that again?"

Bill's hands shot up next to his face in surrender. "Sorry, sorry, sorry—"

"There were people in this shack I wanted to keep safe," Stan growled. "I'm not half as fond of you."

"Got it," Bill squeaked. He pointed toward Mabel's bed. "But I can see a dozen futures that end with our brains splattered across Mabel's dolls. I do not want to fight power tools."

There was a crack as the drill flung the first few splinters of wood free from the door. Stan's scowl deepened, but he let go of Bill and nodded.

They tied the bedsheet rope to a table leg, opened the window, and flung the rope out the window; then retreated into the alcove at the other end of the room, pulled shut the ragged curtain that hid it, and closed themselves in the closet to wait for the tooth fairy and Dr. Illing to break in.

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(Thanks for reading!! If y'all enjoyed, I'd love to hear what y'all think! Next week we conclude both with the tooth fairy and with whatever the heck is going on between Stan & Bill.)

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #grunkle stan #stanley pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls fic #fanart #my art #my writing #bill goldilocks cipher #(i traced 90% of Stan from the canon death punch because i wanted to make the parallel As Blatantly Obvious As Possible lmao)

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let's not forget that ricciardo once made a bet with helmut marko back in 2018 that bottas would lose his seat by the end of the season. all purely for his own shits and giggles.

fed the narrative that red bull were doing him dirty causing a load of hate to be sent to verstappen by his pack of rabid fans, when in reality verstappen was just better than him.

was happy to let his rabid stans mock esteban ocon's ability all across social media when they were teammates at renault and made a few sideways jabs egging them on, because esteban was losing to him.

spent the months before joining mclaren making digs about norris's age and experience, disguised as jokes but clearly mind games, and spoke about norris like he was a child who needed to be shown by the master (him) how to drive. (boy did karma bite him on that one)

egged on the interviewers making mugging jokes and then pretended to grab norris's new watch off his wrist during an interview just days after norris had been held in a chokehold and mugged, then laughed like norris was being a bad sport when he understandably didn't find the jokes funny and walked out of the interview.

put out that pr statement about being committed to mclaren purely for pr purposes, bringing a deluge of hate onto the team when it was announced they'd dropped him. later came out he already knew the writing was on the wall at that point so clearly did it just to try to turn the narrative into a pity party for him before word got out.

he/his team also deliberately fed misleading information to espn during his time at mclaren saying that norris was only beating him because it was the only car he had ever driven in f1 and it was tailored around him and implying norris was overrated, only for him to be forced to admit when directly asked in an interview once he had left the team that the car hadn't suited norris either and that he was frequently baffled by the things he could see on the data that norris was able to do with the car that he just wasn't able to.

agreed pre-race in baku 2022 to the strategy of the two mclaren's holding station in whichever order they were at the end of the first lap in order to work together to use drs to keep the alpine of ocon behind, only for him to then get on the radio knowing it would be broadcast to whinge about how unfair it was that lando was holding him up from getting past alonso, forcing the team to tell him no they weren't swapping them and making the team look bad. he was pissy he hadn't been the lead mclaren at the end of the lap so had to hold behind and knew exactly what he was doing with that radio message. admitted after the race that the strategy had been arranged beforehand and that he wouldn't have got past alonso either as the mclaren was so slow on the straight, but by then the damage was done and norris and the team were being dragged all over social media by his rabid dog-pack.

never once condemned his fans for bullying his mclaren mechanics on social media (to the point one of their wives was posting begging the staniels to stop because it was having an adverse affect on the mechanics' mental health), didn't condemn them sending death threats to his engineer after the radio in baku when tom stallard asked him if the car was okay (he didn't realise ricciardo had crashed at this point, he thought the car had broken down), made digs that fed into his stans mocking norris's very real mental health struggles, and didn't condemn them from sending hate to a mental health charity that mclaren work with.

took visible pleasure in being undeservedly handed de vries's seat on a silver platter last season.

he is not mr nice guy at all. he is incredibly manipulative and good at playing the pr game. he also gets away with some really cruel jokes and jabs by putting on the 'joker' smile and playing the it's only banter card.

Another very salient point I'd forgotten about. Thanks for pointing out this and so many other examples of his nasty behaviour.

Absolutely; this takes us right back 'round to the 'charming bully' analogy. The likes of Tsunoda don't make a fuss about his bullying so he gets away with it. Norris does make it clear that he doesn't think it's in the least bit funny (it was downright fucking cruel to bate him like that) so he twists it to make the victim look bad. Utterly vile behaviour and, sadly, Ricciardo is a long way from being in a minority of people who get away with it.

I really do appreciate you taking the time to add to the ever lengthening list of why that obnoxious twerp is such a wrong 'un. It's likely that some folks reading our descriptions of his behaviour will recognise people in their own lives who've been getting away with treating them badly just because they know they can get away with it. Maybe it'll give them the courage to be a Lando rather than a Yuki (although I don't mean to disparage Tsunoda) and make a stand.

#anti-Daniel Ricciardo #It is beyond me why there are still so many people who can't see through his nice guy schtick

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Break Me Down - Part 11

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

💚 Break Me Down Masterlist

AN: Happy Father's Day and early Juneteenth! In honor of the holiday weekend, here's an early chapter update. 😘

Word Count: 4,000 Tags/Warnings: Violence and peril, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Part 11: The Lion’s Den

“Where is she?” Ben asked, once he and Frank were loaded in the car.

Loco and his team had to stay behind as their distraction for escape. If they weren’t slaughtered, they’d be taken into custody.

Ben knew he could’ve wasted all of them, Butcher, his team, the CIA, but the nuclear power in his chest had refused to cooperate…

Anyway, Black Noir hadn’t been there. So it was all the more useless to stick around. The real plan was with you, and he was very surprised that you’d stuck to it…but maybe he shouldn’t have been.

“She was brought to the Tower,” Frank informed him.

Ben smirked. “Good. But pretty fucking stupid of Stan to stick around there when he knew I’d be coming.”

He looked over and noticed Frank’s frown as he drove.

“Unless he’s not at the Tower,” Frank said.

Ben’s smirk fell. Why would that prick take her there if…

“We have to be open to the possibility that his Chief of Security is taking the matter of his daughter into his own hands,” Frank said. “Or she’s improvising.”

Ben frowned.

That didn’t change when they arrived at the Tower, and attempted to use the entrance through the back garage to avoid attention. But it didn’t matter.

The entire squad of Vought security, included what looked like some added muscle (hopped up on what smelled like V24), met them when they reached the lobby of the building. Now that the Seven had been disbanded, there was no pretense of “good guys vs. bad guys.” It was just defense and siege.

And in front of them all was Black Noir.

“There you are,” Ben said, but the other supe didn’t even tilt his head in greeting. He was a still statue, an attack dog given a single mission.

When Noir surged forward, Ben ran to meet him. It was a clash of blade to shield, fist to fist, grappling and reflexes that only Compound V could endow. The match tore through the lobby, then up the large staircase as Ben continued to fight his way up to Stan’s office.

Frank was already on his way up to you, but it would take him time with Vought security crawling all over them. He was good, and temporarily a supe, but he was still just one man.

Meanwhile, Ben and Noir’s fight spilled into the upper floors, through walls and offices and screaming employees trying to get out of their way.

Once they reached near the floor below Stan’s office, Ben got an arm around Black Noir’s neck, and with his free hand tried to unmask him. He wanted to know for sure what lied underneath it, if it was actually the Noir he knew. Or if it was something else entirely.

But Noir twisted with superior reflexes and flipped Ben hard over his shoulder. In the process, he ripped off Ben’s helmet. His brown hair hung over his brows as he pushed to his feet, deliberately taking his time.

When he turned, Noir was standing there with the helmet crunched in his hand. Rolling his neck, Ben prepared to jump back into the fight, but a new sound reached his ears.

He heard you on the floor above. And you were fighting someone…

Ben pressed a finger to the comm in his ear.

“Frank, you got eyes on her?”

V24 had endowed the man with x-ray vision. A moment later, Frank patched through while he struggled and fought.

“She needs help,” he said gravely.

Ben took his hand off the comm, gritting his teeth. Black Noir was still waiting on him, attuned to Ben’s every move as the other supe brandished one of his blades.

Shit, Ben thought. He needed to end this.

Right fucking now.

That resolve helped him take a deep breath, then summon the energy inside him. He focused with the aim of blasting a clean stream of power at Black Noir; not enough to take out the whole building, but enough to take out just him.

His insides felt molten when the power collected, and finally released at his target.

Noir covered himself at the last moment with a piece of fallen debris (a half-crumbled wall), but it only created a small buffer. The force of the blast itself pushed him down the hall and through the side of the building.

Meanwhile, you were holding your own…but you were also getting beat to hell.

You were battered, with blood dribbling down the corner of your mouth from a particularly bad hit.

You were still standing though.

“You’ve gotten soft,” Jon remarked. He’d broken a sweat, had some bruises, and was panting for breath just like you. But he was more in control as he swatted a well-aimed, yet ultimately weak fist as your strength waned. He used his own to smack you down again.

“I gave you time to come around, and this is what you did with it,” he said, shaking his head. “Disappointing.”

When you tried to stand on shaking legs, he kicked you in the dead center of your chest. You felt your ribs crack as you fell back into the glass coffee table.

You gasped for breath, turning onto your side as glass pricked at your back, your sides, your arm. You coughed, wincing at the agony of knife-like pain near your lungs. Blood flecked from your mouth onto your arm, and for a moment, you stared at it in a daze.

But then Jon was above you. You tried to swipe at his face, but he bat your hand away, his brows furrowed angrily. He turned you back onto your back and wrapped a hand around your neck. Your eyes flew wide with panic.

He squeezed with enough pressure that it wouldn’t crush your windpipe, but it was sure to knock you out eventually. You slapped and clawed at his hand, but he only shushed you.

“What you need now is what you’ve always needed. A firm hand,” he said. “But I’m going to help you. I promise, I will.”

The fight drained out of you as it became impossible to breathe, and harder still to block out his words from entering your brain.

But then, the vice around your throat was gone. Oxygen poured back into your lungs as you gasped, then coughed again when your fractured ribs protested.

Your eyelids fluttered open in time to see your father thrown hard into the far wall. You heard the sick crack and breaking of bone as he landed.

Still, you struggled to breathe.

Tears leaked from your eyes when you looked up and found Ben. His helmet was missing, and he wore a furious, steely frown. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except for more coughing, and more blood.

To your surprise, he tucked his shield on his back and bent down to scoop you up into his arms.

You cringed, uttering an agonized sound when he tried to move you.

Ben hesitated. Looking down at you, some of his anger drained. He made a slower ascent as he straightened to his full height.

And without a word, he carried you out of the room and down the ruined hallway. All the while, you stared at the side of his face. His jaw was still clenched, his brows knitted, his eyes set dead ahead.

You wondered why he had to wait for moments like this to show you who he truly was.

“What are you, some kind of hero?” you managed to quip, offering a small smile.

Ben glanced down at you, and gradually smirked. “Something like that.”

When his foot slipped on a piece of debris, he righted himself quick. But the jerking movement jostled you, eliciting another pained whimper. Your hand gripped at his chest, digging into the grooves of his suit.

“Hold on,” he murmured. His lips briefly pressed to the crown of your head. “We’re getting the fuck outta here.”

Your eyes closed at the tender touch, and a few more tears spilled down your cheeks.

“He…knew,” you managed to say. “Knew I was lying.”

“I know,” said Ben. “I should’ve fucking known better.”

You marveled at that near apology. Your lips trembled as you rested your head against his chest. You just couldn’t help it anymore.

“Was my idea,” you admitted.

“Yeah, well, evidently not all your ideas are aces,” he said.

You could’ve gotten angry, but you saw the way he moved with care, trying not to slip again for your sake. You tried at a smile.

“Guess not,” you said, though you bit your lip at the pain that seemed to radiate through your entire body. Ben seemed to notice.

“Just relax,” he said, a deep rumble. But there was a soothing note to it, you thought. Or maybe, you just liked the sound of his voice.

Then silence fell between the two of you, both comfortable and tense as Ben focused on potential threats in his surroundings.

All the while, you continued to rest your eyes. Instead of your pain, you tried to concentrate on his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek.

“It’s about fucking time,” you eventually heard Ben grouse.

You opened your eyes and were relieved to see Frank exiting the stairwell to meet you and Ben. His face and black tactical gear were splattered with blood, but he looked fine, more or less. His gaze roamed over you with his usual stoicism, but you thought you saw a glint of concern.

“I take it Stan Edgar isn’t here,” said Frank.

“You could fucking say that,” Ben snarked. “Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

“Sir.” Frank saw something ahead, behind you. Ben turned to find Black Noir silently standing in the middle of the hall, with a large, suspicious-looking gun in his hands.

Without taking his eyes off Noir, Ben gestured to Frank. He came up beside you, and Ben passed you into Frank’s arms.

“Get her out of here,” Ben ordered. With a nod, Frank carried you back the way he came, towards the staircase. You tried to peer over his shoulder.

“He shouldn’t face Noir alone,” you said, even though every breath was a challenge with the sharp pain in your chest.

“He’ll meet us after,” Frank told you. But as soon as he started down the stairs, a fresh team of Vought security and police came to meet you.

Meanwhile, Ben stared down the hall at his opponent. Black Noir activated the strange gun, which lit up with a blue energy.

“You can bring out any kind of fancy artillery you want, but it’s not going to stop me from killing you,” Ben taunted.

Noir remained silent, of course, but he aimed the gun and fired. It shot a potent, crystal blue beam of energy that ate through Ben’s shield, and eventually hit him in the chest before he could finish revving up his own power. The blast from the gun, it wasn’t hot.

It was ice cold. So frigid that it extinguished the heat that had been building in his chest, but it wasn’t diffusing his power completely…it just made it even harder to control.

And the resulting backlash was overwhelming.

Ben woke slowly, like wading through molasses. Usually his mind was sharp, even when he woke from a booze-induced coma. Now he felt groggy, and it was hard to focus or even force his body to sit up on the hard cot he was laying on.

Glancing down, he realized he’d been changed out of his suit. He was dressed in a plain gray shirt and matching pants, no shoes. He knew a prison outfit when he saw one, just as he now knew where he was: a white padded cell.

Fuck.

At least it was better than a frigid coffin…but in his mind, not by much.

He slid his legs over and managed to push up onto his feet.

Why’s it so fucking misty in here? he thought, waving his hand through the smokey air. And why was he so tired?

He soon got his answer when he realized who stood at the large window at the front of his cell.

Stan Edgar.

The man himself, dressed in a well-tailored navy suit, was watching him with crossed arms.

“We did hope you would remain on sabbatical,” said Stan. “But I had a feeling you would return, and come directly to us.”

Stan gestured to the large cell. “This was our contingency plan.”

Ben made his way, with difficulty, closer to Stan, who pointed at the air vents above that were pumping in a gas of some kind.

“A light mist of Novichok,” Stan explained. “Enough to keep you docile.”

“And if I’m not?” Ben asked. His voice was edged with grit, and the promise of retribution.

“We can up the dose, put you to sleep indefinitely,” Stan replied. “But you have my attention. What would you like to discuss?”

“The conversation I planned on having was…a little different,” Ben said darkly. “But first, let’s start with what you used to clone Black Noir.”

“I suppose there’s no real harm in telling you,” Stan said. Even his voice was grating on Ben’s ears, the smug prick.

“We kept some of Homelander’s blood as an insurance policy. But, we’ve learned from our mistakes.”

“Right,” Ben scoffed. “How’s that?”

“This Noir is not a carbon copy, but nor is he a megalomaniac. He’s under our control,” Stan said.

“Until he isn’t,” Ben snarked. If he thought about it, that was something you would say. Maybe your penchant for smart-ass remarks had gotten into his head.

“And that new gun?” he asked. “Don’t tell me your little lab rats put that together just for me.”

Stan’s lips made a wry turn.

“It was a breakthrough project. Temporarily destabilizes the energy you generate when you charge up like a Power Puff Girl.” Stan thought for a moment, then inclined his head. “A reference, I realize, which may be lost on you.”

“So what’s the play here?” Ben said. He was getting impatient. “You know, when I break out, things aren’t gonna be pretty.”

Stan didn’t seem bothered by the clear threat.

“In the meantime,” he said, “you won’t be alone.”

Stan stepped back and revealed the cell right across the hall. Through the window, Ben could see you, lying unconscious on a shitty cot in similar gray pajamas. His brows crunched as he narrowed his eyes, trying to peer in closer. You looked like you’d been bandaged up, at least.

“You also managed to put my Chief of Security in Intensive Care, but his daughter should be fine…if a bit worse for wear,” Stan informed him.

Ben glared back, his lips curling. Sloppy of him. He should’ve made sure that bastard was dead.

“That’s cute, considering he’s the demented fuck who beat her to hell,” Ben said.

Stan rose a solitary brow. “And at whose behest did she enter the lion’s den?”

Ben had nothing to say to that.

You woke with a pained groan before your eyes even opened. Your body felt like a walking welt.

Your brain pounded like bongo drums, your chest felt tender with every infinitesimal movement, but you realized that you’d been seen to medically, at least. Your head was bandaged, and you felt that the blood had been wiped from your face and arms.

You looked up and found, with a sigh, that you were indeed in a cell. But you softened when you found Ben through the large glass window, in a cell of his own. He was sitting on his bed, arms crossed, with his back against the wall. His eyes found yours, and his lips twitched.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

He sounded off. Tired, you thought. And you noticed a steady mist being piped into his room.

Shit. Novichok, you surmised with a frown.

“You okay?” you asked.

Ben chuckled a little. “You’re the one who looks like hell.”

“Why, thank you,” you replied wryly.

There was a pitcher and a cup of water on a tray, a small paper cup of what you assumed were painkillers, and an ice pack next to you on the cot.

You hesitated on the pills, but in light of your incredible pain, you had no choice. You took the pills, drank the water, and grabbed the ice pack, pressing it against your sternum. You sat up all the way with a slow gait and a pained groan.

“Go slow,” he warned. “Bet you’re missing that Temp. V right about now.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“How’d you get caught?” he asked.

That succeeded in dimming your mood. You explained that Frank had been forced to set you on your feet when you were confronted by more security and a police squad.

The man had been a one-man weapon; hopped up on V24 as he was, he managed to fight his way down to the garage, where you slowly, painfully crept down there.

You and Frank had almost reached his car, but you held him back. You were stubborn about waiting on Ben, even considered going back for him.

That was when the shot rang out, hitting Frank point blank in the chest.

Before you could even bend to help him, you were taken, dragged back into the building, and knocked out before you could take your captor’s gun.

You tried in vain to wipe away fresh tears while you retold the story.

Bottom line: Frank’s death was your fault. Though while he frowned in disappointment, Ben didn’t seem to hold it against you.

“Good on ya, Frank,” Ben murmured. “You went down fucking swingin’.”

“What about you? What happened with Black Noir?” you asked after a moment. Sniffling, you met Ben’s eyes.

He eventually told you about the strange gun Vought had commissioned just for him. And the more you listened, the deeper your frown became. It sounded impossible.

“Makes you wonder what else they’ve been cooking up in that lab,” you muttered.

“Other than Noir?” Ben quipped. He told you about that too.

“We can figure this out,” you said. “If nothing else, my team, the CIA, they’re looking for both of us…if for different reasons.”

Ben scoffed at that. “A silver lining there. Make no mistake, we’re getting the fuck out of here. Just…need a minute to think.”

But he was starting to wane. It was taking all his energy to concentrate on your voice, to even keep his eyes open. The steady stream of gas being pumped into his cell made it damn near impossible, and it was frustrating beyond belief.

Because if he fell asleep now, there was no telling when he’d wake up. And fuck if Ben would ever admit to the panic he felt welling up into his chest.

“Aaah, fuck!” he growled, pounding a fist against the wall.

You noticed, biting your lip in concern…until an idea made you smile. It was something you used to do to distract your sister when she was little.

“Why are colds bad criminals?” you asked.

Ben just blinked at you. “What?”

He asked not because he understood what you were doing, but because he was genuinely confused.

“Because they’re easy to catch,” you said, making a drumming motion with your hands. “Buddum-ch.”

Your neighbor just stared back at you, unimpressed.

“Okay, not a fan of that one. Let me see…okay,” you raised a finger. “What does a baby computer call its father?”

Ben’s eyes narrowed, like he couldn’t tell if you were serious.

“Data!” you said, biting your lip at an embarrassed smile. It curved Ben’s lips, but he was stubborn.

“Why was 6 afraid of 7?” you asked.

“Jesus Christ, enough…” he muttered.

“Because 7’s a dick, that’s why,” you said. And your straight face lasted for all of three seconds before you ended up giggling. It hurt your bruised body, but it lightened you to see the reluctant smile tug its way onto Ben’s face.

“All right,” he said at last. He briefly closed his eyes, trying to remember a joke he’d heard Loco tell. “How do you make a pool table laugh?”

You smiled. “How?”

“Tickle its balls,” Ben said. Your answering snort deepened his smile into a smirk.

“Playing bridge is just like sex,” you said. Ben shook his head. His grandmother used to play fucking bridge.

But regardless, he took the bait.

“How’s that?”

“If you don’t have a good partner, you better have a good hand,” you said with a smirk.

Ben made a sound of amusement, though it wasn’t quite a laugh. You traded these back and forth, each trying to make the other crack with progressively dirtier jokes (though you suspected Ben was just trying to disgust you).

You considered yourself the winner when Ben finally chortled a deep, belly laugh that showed his charming smile.

It made you smile in return.

Ben rested a hand on his chest, but when his mirth died down, he realized just how tired he was. Still, he wasn’t ready to let go of this. His connection with you tethered him to reality, even if reality sucked dick right now.

His gaze met yours. “Why don’t you sing something, crooner?”

You bit your lip once again. “Like what?”

Ben’s eyes closed.

“You know the one,” he said. A softer smile graced your lips, though he couldn’t see it.

“You’re getting sentimental in your old age,” you teased. He chuckled.

“Just sing, for fuck’s sake.”

His brows were knitted, like he was trying all he could to stay awake. You took pity on him.

“If I didn’t care, more than words can say…” you began to sing softly. “If I didn’t care…would I feel this way?”

Every extended note was painful, but it was worth it to see his face relax.

Stan Edgar’s lips pursed, and he set down his cell phone on his desk. Victoria was screening his calls.

Disappointing, he thought, but not unexpected. He surveyed the cleanup crew wiping up debris, glass, and blood from the lounge area with a dispassionate gaze.

This was going to take a while.

So after drumming his fingers on the mahogany surface, Stan decided to push up from his desk and head downstairs via the elevator. It took him all the way down to Level 0, the home of one of Vought’s most secure R&D labs.

There his most trusted scientist, Dr. Tonya Baker, was at the helm with her team at work on various projects. Most of which were not sanctioned by the government.

Stan folded his hands behind his back and reached her side, and she set down a beaker filled with a green, buzzing liquid.

“Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted.

“Tonya, you know what I’m about to ask,” he said. She bobbed her head and turned to face him in her rolling desk chair.

“We’re still working on solutions. Without his cooperation, safely extracting Soldier Boy’s DNA is a tricky thing,” she said.

“You don’t say?” Stan said dryly. “What are our options?”

“Well, needles will only break, as you know,” said Dr. Baker. “The scientists in Russia found that only Soldier Boy is strong enough to break his own skin.”

“And I doubt he’ll open a vein for us,” Stan said, “even if we threaten to put him to sleep.”

He didn’t even think leveraging with the girl would aid, more than complicate their goals. While it was something to consider, Stan would rather find the path of least resistance here. Soldier Boy was…volatile at best.

“How much of Homelander’s blood remains?” he asked.

“None,” the doctor replied. “We used the last of it to clone Black Noir. And a hair sample is not enough to create additional subjects…at the very least, a urine sample. Even Dr. Vogelbaum managed that.”

Stan sent her shrewd look. If only he still had Dr. Vogelbaum in his employ. If only the man were still alive.

What a waste of a talented, resourceful man.

“That will be a problem,” Stan said.

“Not necessarily.” Dr. Baker adjusted a monitor screen at her desk. It displayed the feed from Soldier Boy’s cell.

She pointed to the toilet in the corner of the cell. Then she called over one of her assistants.

“Tell Maintenance to cut the water, and then a section of the pipes.”

AN: Okay. 😅 I know I'm gonna get some mixed reviews on this one (Let me know what you thought!).

But despite the teaser, I think you'll enjoy where the story's headed next...

Next Time:

They wheeled in what looked like a large metal casket. You had only seen one of these in pictures, but it had to be a cryochamber.

A doctor in her mid-fifties accompanied them, giving directions on how to safely enter Ben’s cell. Your eyes widened.

“What the hell are you doing?” you shouted.

Panic trilled down your spine as the guards fitted themselves with special suits and gas masks. The doctor turned toward you as the guards led you out of your cell and into the hall.

“You’re being transported,” she informed you.

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hughesd4le · 11 months

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21 (insta edit) | jack hughes x pop star singer! reader

summary: you & jack have been dating for a while neither of your guys fan base had a clue that the two of you we’re together or that one of the songs you wrote was about him.

note: this literally came out like ass but i still wanted to post it. hope you guys enjoy

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial i just wanna say a huge thank you to everybody that came to see me perform. i am very thankful for all of you.

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trevorzegras you were amazing my favorite litte rat. we’re so proud of you, can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.

y/nofficial love you too satan. so glad that you guys got to come out and see me.

fan1 they know eachother???

lhughes_06 it’s so obvious the last song was about him.

y/nofficial no shit sherlock, this is why quinn is my fav hughes.

_quinnhughes i’ve been promoted to favorite hughes now?

fan1 she knows the hughes??? and who is the song about????

fan2 the song is probably about trevor

y/nofficial it’s definitely not about trevor. he’s literally like a brother to me.

fan3 who is she dating?

jackhugeswife better not be jack. she’s literally a whore.

fan1 she’s not a whore.

jackhugheswife she’s friends with his brothers and trevor i bet she hooked up with the three of them

fan2 her and trevor have been childhood best friends? and second of you don’t even know her so she’s not a whore💀

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jackhughes had an amazing break with my amazing friends and family.

_quinnhuges you’re so whipped on her but congrats on finally pulling her after being a scaredy-cat to ask her out.

jackhughes quinn what the fuck why are you calling me out.

jacksnico damn quinn really did jack dirty

trevorzegras who’s that girl all over my boyfriend. how dare she steal you away from me🙄

lhughes_06 cry about it zegras. she’s way better than you

jackhughes trev it’s not like that i swaer she’s a side chick

y/nofficial damn i gotta go tell her.

fan1 that’s y/n it has to be

jacknico omg you’re right it might be they have similar hair and facial features

fan2 omg you’re so right

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial you’d be the love of my life

jackhughes i love you, my angel

y/nofficial i love you most pretty boy

fan1 I KNEW IT.

trevorzegras boyfriend stealer🙄 kidding. congrats on coming out to the crazy jack stan’s

jamiedrysdale why didn’t you tell me she was dating jack. i feel betrayed

y/nofficial i’m so sorry jams please forgive me

jamiedrysdale i’ll forgive you. only because you said you would still wear my jersey.

lhughes_06 i think i should get credit for the first picture🙄

y/nofficial all credits goes to little hughes for the pictures 🙄

nicohischier so you’re the girl he’s been talking about the past few days

dawson1417 nico this was supposed to stay between us and jack

jackhughes what the fuck nico i thought you were better then this💔

nicohischier you have been annoying me the last few days during practice. you deserved to be called out.

y/nofficial awh he talks about me. i knew he was down bad but didn’t know he was down bad like that down bad.

#jack hughes #luke hughes #new jersey devils #nico hischier #dawson mercer #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #anaheim ducks #hughesd4le

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dexiiexox · 6 months

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On tour with Chris!

a/n: sooo this is my first time writing for any of the triplets and this is more of a headcanon of what i think it would be like on tour with Chris

Chris Sturniolo x reader

request: no

warnings: mentions of kissing

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES❕

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You originally didnt want to go, becuase you felt like you were intruding their space and you just wanted Chris to enjoy this time with his brothers without you being in the way

Chris however, didnt give up and kept on begging you to come with them, reassuring you it was no bother if you came along

He somehow managed to get you to give in and joined them on tour

Time on tour is a lot of fun and you guys always make eachother laugh, you’re all goofing around, making loads of funny tiktoks together and you even joined in on some of the wednesday videos they made (like the charades video, personaly I absolutely died when Chris was acting like a monkey💀😭)

During the shows Chris would call you up on stage and get you to join them up there (only if you were comfertable with it of course💕)

He would also check in on you, make sure you were okay and make sure you were comfertable with everything

Of course you were somewhat uncomfertable, but just mostly scared about the "fans" being angry or hating on you for being with Chris (but youre a bbg and the real fans stan you and Chris💕🤞)

You and Chris was no secret, you guys had been open with the fans for a while now, but you we’re still scared, there had of course been some hate online, but the real ones LOVE you girl! (And I love you as well, and so should youuu��️❤️❤️)

Most of the fans even wanted to meet you and wanted for you to join in on their group photos

Chris would be really proud and happy about getting to show you off, seeing how much the fans loved you and how good of a time you were having

Chris would love seeing you enjoy this as much as he did, he gets to meet his supporters and the ones who allow him to have the job he has, doing all this with his brothers and being able to enjoy that time with them and you at the same time💕

He would keep his hands to himself when you guys were in front of the fans and on stage, all of that, but Chris on the tour bus is a different story

And of course he would brag soooo much about his wins, just dangling his medals in your face while smirking (you’re ofc proud of him, but the bragging gets a little too much for you along with Nick and Matt as well😒)

As the great girlfriend you are, you’re obviously supporting him in every show wearing an article of clothing or accesories in the color orange🧡 (even though I KNOW we’re all secretly rooting for Nick💜🥳)

He would be really clingy and wants to be by you every second, hugging you, cuddling, kisses on the cheeks, quick pecks, holding your hand, simple things as his knee touching yours, just touching you in any way so he knows you’re there

He’d even squeeze into the same bunk as you in the tour bus, he really would care if there was little space, as long as he’s close to you and able to hold you

He would always offer to buy you stuff and pay for your food, even if you told him otherwise, telling him you can pay yourself, but of course he always ends up paying (as he should, Chris treating you like the queen you are👑)

You would of course have a lot of fun with both Nick and Matt as well

You also end up witnessing the most ridiculous arguments EVER, where Nick is right as usual 😌👍

And while on the topic of arguments, Chris would just keep going and going about him being right and trying to prove it, to the point where nothing makes sence and they all just give up and drop the whole argument

I also feel like Chris would be kind of indecisive of what to wear, so he’d ask you about your opinion on his outfits to make sure they actually look good

But in the end you all have a great time and youre really proud of three of them, what they have achieved and how far they’ve all come!💜🩵🧡

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That was really all I came up with, and again I’ve never written for any of them, so sorry if its off😭

So so so so sorry for any spelling mistakes or gammar mistakes, english is not my first language sooo you’ll have to bare with me :,))

Also, please send me requests, becuase Im not too sure on what else to write. I was thinking about writing about myself so you guys can get to know me :D👍

Anyways, I hope youve had a good day or night and dont forget that youre absolutely worth it!! <3

-dexiie💕

#christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo

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rinnieitoshi · 9 months

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Pt2, part 1 here

TW:breeding kink, nsfw, angst, literal angst, one night stand

Rin loves you so much that it fucking hurts him. He constantly kept on telling himself that you deserve so much better so he tries to be better for you day by day so no one can ever replace him.

He got accepted into a team abroad, he'll take you there, he'll take you anywhere! He's going to France with you! Paris! The city of love. Overrated but in a girl's dream that's basically the best place to propose. Yes, Rin wanted to make you legally his. He never wanted kids but he saw you the other day playing with kids at a nearby playground! His heart never felt warmth before. Bro he switched up so fast that he could already imagine you with his children, not to mention that he has a fucking breeding kink so he already thought of the massive load he'll be sticking in your cunt without a condom, making you pregnant.

But you couldn't wait for a second, he always thought that if he could have just proposed there would anything be different with you guys? After that dinner, he never saw you again. Your things were gone, you were too. The flight to France was already the next day. He couldn't help but to put rage in every of his plays. Loki was so damn confused about the sudden change but when he realized the reasoning he completely understood Rin.

Rin will never find anyone like you, he keeps on calling you but you blocked him, made so many accounts and new phone numbers, new identities, but nothing. He missed you so bad he got drunk and end up bringing girls to his room every night fucking them but only saying your name. "yn fuck that's it, cum on my cock please I'm going to make you pregnant as fuck" yeah they weren't yn. Because of a misunderstanding Rin will now forever get use to one night stans while you were happily married to someone else.

#blue lock #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi au #rin itoshi x reader #angst #bllk #blue lock manga #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi smut #blue lock smut #smut #lemon

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tiniedemon · 11 months

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evergreen

pc!stan marsh / reader / pc!kyle broflovski

cw | age gap, nsfw, painplay, mentioned sugar baby/daddies

getting with a married couple was not on your 2061 bingo. getting with a married gay couple definitely wasn’t on it. nevertheless, you’d gone and done it, originally for the money, and now for the feelings you harbored for them.

stan marsh and kyle broflovski, your boyfriends for all intents and purposes, were almost twice your age. it was kind of a turn on, if you were being honest. both of them were successful in their own ways, and fucking loaded. you were showered in constant gifts and affection, the couple even going as far as to build an extra room onto their home for you. the only thing they asked of you was loyalty. as long as you didn’t enter another relationship, their money was yours.

“i think i actually like you guys,” you confessed, sighing into the quiet air of your shared home. stan glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, merely grunting in response. kyle hummed, adjusting his wire framed glasses on his hooked nose.

“i figured you did,” the ginger uttered, attention glued to the documents displayed in front of him. you scoffed, your upper half hanging off the sofa while your bottom half secured itself atop the cushions.

“there’s no way you could’ve known that,” you bit back, a slight scowl on your face. “i’m so good at hiding my feelings. there’s no way you could’ve known.”

kyle sighed through his nose, shooting you an unimpressed look as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. stan huffed with a roll of his eyes and finally tore his eyes away from his work.

“you can’t be serious,” the raven haired man deadpanned, a single bushy eyebrow lifted, accenting the worry lines in his forehead.

“i’ll humor you,” kyle stated, crossing one leg over the other. “how wouldn’t we know?”

“well, for starters, i keep my cool around you guys. i have never slipped up, ever. i don’t show any affection at all. uh… yeah, that’s all i got,” you listed, trailing off with a frustrated frown on your face. kyle stood, crossing the room slowly, his eyes trained carefully on your face.

“sure, you definitely keep your cool. that’s why you blush every time i look at you, right?” he spoke, voice quiet and careful. he took his seat beside you, legs manspread as he tilted his head and let a hand drop atop your stomach. “you don’t show affection because you’re more of an acts of service type. don’t think i haven’t noticed the laundry being done by the time i get home, or the house being cleaned, or dinner being cooked. you show your affection in other ways.”

you bit your lip, hand slowly reaching to wrap your fingers around his pant leg. he trailed his hand painfully slow down your midsection, toying with the hem of your cuffed jeans. your breath caught in your throat, a combination of your body hanging upside down and kyle’s touch leaving you feeling dizzy and breathless. you were aching for his calloused hand to touch your dampened cunt, your thighs squeezing together.

stan crossed the room in a number of strides, his strong arms tugging your top half onto the couch. your head rested in his lap, his erection apparent through his dark jeans. you were desperate to feel his cock on your tongue, desperate for him to choke you with it.

“what’s the matter, pretty thing?” he mocked. “cat got your tongue?” you gulped, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your fitted crop top, thighs pressed firmly together.

“no,” you practically whined, a deep flush overtaking your chest and cheeks. “just thinking about how badly i want you to fuck my face.” stan’s eyebrows shot up, a crooked grin on his lips, as his thumb traced your cheekbone, running over your bottom lip.

“how about you strip for us then, baby?” kyle cooed, thin fingers tugging at your jeans. you sat up, avoiding eye contact as you slowly pried your clothes from your body. you shivered, goosebumps forming on your skin in the cold air of the den.

stan’s thick arms embraced you from behind, chubby fingers tweaking a hardened nipple. kyle’s deft fingers traced your thighs, prying them open, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses to every piece of skin his fingers touched. you were already reduced to a whimpering mess, aching for more, your cunt fluttering with the overwhelming emptiness you were craving to be filled.

“i want you to sit on my face, pretty baby,” kyle hummed, carefully rearranging himself to lay back on the couch. you gulped, but followed orders, positioning yourself with your knees on either side of his head, both his hands clutching at your thighs. you lowered yourself until the stubble of his trimmed facial hair prickled against your heat, a high whine leaving your lips. he made quick work of eating you out, his tongue embracing every crevice of your dripping cunt, drawing moan after moan from your wet lips.

the sound of a belt unbuckling caught your attention, your eyes finding stan, his hand wrapped around his cock as he circled the couch to stand on the other side of the arm. he grabbed you by a handful of hair, tugging you forward until your elbows met the arm of the couch, guiding your gaping mouth to his erection. you took it in eagerly, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around the tip. he gripped your hair a little tighter, keeping your head firmly in place. you moaned around his cock, drawing a hiss from his lips.

kyle was eating you out somehow more eagerly, green eyes trained on your mouth around stan’s cock. you could feel the ginger moaning into your cunt, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. you rutted desperately against his face as stan thrusted slowly into your mouth, cock hitting the back of your throat with every movement of his hips.

“you’re so pretty for us,” stan groaned, pulling his cock out of your mouth. you whined at the loss, shut up by stan’s hand gripping your chin. he angled your head up, admiring your squished cheeks and puffy lips. then his hand withdrew, coming down harshly on your cheek. you gasped, a long moan escaping your lips at the stinging pain.

“take it like a good slut, yeah?” stan panted, pushing his dick back into your open mouth. you were doing your best to keep up, jaw slack and tongue flattened against the bottom of it, but the pleasure was overwhelming. being used this way, treated so roughly by your boyfriends, was the biggest turn on you had. you were so close, teetering on the edge of release, and kyle’s fingers prodding at your asshole was nearly enough to push you over.

you were a mess, coated in a thin sheen of sweat, grinding against kyle’s tongue and the finger he’d pushed into your back entrance, gagging around stan. you were cumming without warning, wetting kyle’s facial hair as you let go. your entire body shook, screams of pleasure muffled by stan’s cock steadily thrusting into you.

the overstimulation hit you like a bus, your body trying desperately to run away from the pleasure, kyle’s free hand holding you firmly in place. stan pulled his erection from your mouth, hand in your hair holding your head up, a crude smile on his lusted face.

“you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” he hummed.

“yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,” you chanted, eyes rolling back as your legs jolted around kyle’s head. his tongue flickered against your clit, finger pumping in and out of you at a steady rate. you were screaming, back arched and nails digging into the sofa. your entire body tensed as your second orgasm washed over you, a broken howl of pleasure leaving your lips.

all stimulation stopped, your only source of pleasure being kyle’s panting breaths fanning against your leaking cunt. you whined, eyes pleading as you gazed at your dark haired boyfriend.

“you did good for us, sweetheart,” kyle hummed from below you, thumb rubbing circles into your shaking thighs. you whimpered, pussy throbbing for more, desperately clenching around nothing.

“please fuck me,” you begged, eyes locked with stan’s. he ran his thumb over your quivering bottom lip, smearing drool across your chin.

“i want you on top of kyle, pretty thing,” he hummed. you were eager to comply, settling yourself on top of kyle.

your back was flush against his chest, legs spread on either side of his. he’d discarded his slacks and underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down. his cock teased at your ass, a groan leaving his lips. you felt his cock enter your sopping cunt, thrusting slowly, gathering your wetness as best he could. then he pulled out, leaving you whining for more, and slid into your ass, thrusting even slower as he inched his way inside. your back arched against him, hands burying themselves in his cropped curls.

stan’s face inched close to yours, lips taking yours in a heated kiss as he pushed his thick cock into your aching cunt. he wasted no time in fucking you silly, hips smacking against yours loudly, drawing pleasured screams from your lips. kyle followed suit shortly after, alternating thrusts with stan, his hand snaking around your front to rub your overstimulated clit.

“please,” you sobbed, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. the pleasure was too much. you were already so close and you’d barely begun, the triple stimulation too much for your sensitive body. your body tightened, pleasure heightening as a third orgasm washed over you. your men continued fucking you through it, screams and sobs leaving your lips as they worked you through another climax.

“fuck.” stan’s hips stilled first, his cock twitching inside of you, shooting his seed into your pulsating cunt. kyle came in your ass with a strangled groan, biting down on your shoulder.

every breath came in a whine, your chest heaving against stan’s as you came down from your high. kyle’s hand was gentle as it massaged your stomach, stan’s caressing your cheek. you looked up at your dark haired boyfriend through droopy eyelids, already nodding off from your strenuous activities.

“i genuinely don’t know how you manage to do that every time,” you slurred. kyle chuckled beneath you, pressing a kiss to the bite mark on your shoulder.

“what can we say? we actually like you.”

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader

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southparkhcsocs · 10 months

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If you take nsfw requests can you do the boys' first times? Ps Kyle and sophia look so cute together ❤

Here we go again, i do take nsfw requests but I can't obviously do al lot of drawing on tumblr

but maybe I'll find somewhere else to post nsfw drawing

All characters at aged up 18+

(Also sorry but i had to cut Kenny's short because of home troubles)

Stan Marsh

Do you have ANY idea how much porn this guy has watched.

definitely has no idea what he's doing

get's upset you would don't orgasm the first time

"are you ready?" he asks, his hot breath hitting your neck. You eagerly nod. he removes his fingers from your pussy and positions his cock by your entrance. rubbing himself between your slits finally slowly penetrating you. You can't help but gasp. " are you okay?" he asks looking at you worried. "y-yes~" He nods and gently starts trusting holding you close, his head buried in your neck, leaving his mark.

"you feel so good~" he whines, moving to kiss your lips, accidently banging into your teeth. "s-sorry" you both chuckle before he kisses you deeply. feeling his tongue inside your mouth. you claw into his back while whimpering each time he thrusts into you. keeps going until he finally pulls out to finish on your stomach.

"did you cum?" he asks, feeling proud. "uh... Nooo." you smile awkwardly. He looks like he's failed you. So you pull him for a cuddle and tell him to use his hand to finish you off.

Kyle Broflovski

This boy

HOOOOOH!

Lemme just say, he very much revolves pleasing you so his first time he was a bit selfish to say the least

He's in the middle of eating you when you ask. He looks up with wide eyes. Before you could say anything else he's already going through his bedside drawer getting a condom. You can't help but laugh at his eagerness. He huffing and puffing routing for his drawer looking frustrated. "i can't- I can't find a condom." he sighs defeatedly. "it's okay." you smiles. "i'm on the pill, just don't come inside of me." You kiss him.

he moves over you and quickly tries get pernitrate you but misses "WAOH!" you gasp in surprise. "s-sorry.." He lines himself up and carefully slides into you. he whines as he enters, it doesn't take long before he starts thrusting into you harder. Towering over you. Fuck, it's hot. He grabs one of your wrists and pins it above your head. going harder. "fu- Ky, sl-slow down~" He freezes. "S-sorry" He stays frozen. "d-don't stop!" Christ, you sound desperate. I guess you are.

He starts moving again, trying to go slower but it doesn't take long before he starts going at it harder again. you're whines are like a melody. Once he feels himself getting close he whips himself out of you and climes over to you head, face fucking you before releasing his load into your mouth.

Kenny McCormick

Kenny??

A virgin???

Shocking, I am shocked.

You absolutely did not believe him

"what I was waiting for the right person." He chuckles "and that happens to me." you ask, full of scepticism. He nods "do you want to or not." You giggle. "Kenneth McCormick, I would be honored."

He pulls the condom from his sweatpants and puts it on. He's pretty gentle being on top of you. Caressing your thighs and stomach before moving his hand to your pussy spreading one of the lips open. "someone's excited." he teases, you just roll your eyes while biting your lip. He moves himself closer, lining up to your soaked heat. Sliding inside of you. Gently thrusting, caressing you body. He puts his hand on you crotch and uses his thumb to circle your clit

with that and the thrusting it doesn't take long for you both to cum.

Eric Cartman

Submissive surprisingly.. For the first time anyway

you've done stuff before and he's always the one in control so his nervousness is different

he planned it out

like in detail

it doesn't go to what he planned though

You're making out on his bed, deeply, tongues intertwining. Its messy. He pulls away, a string of spit being the only connection to your lips. "d-do you -" he cringes at his stutter. "uh, want to do it?" you chuckle at his question, his anxious tone kinda turns you on. "i would love to." you reply, almost like you're smug. You don't quite know where your confidence has come from, this will be your first time too. He made sure before he asked you out.

"do you have a condom?" He nods, mouth slightly agape before reaching into his bedside draws pulling out the shiny blue wrapper. He awkwardly tries to open the packet, hands trembling he just can't seem to get it open. "give it here" you gently take it from his hands and rip it open. "lean back~" You ordered, pushing him back so he's leaning on his headboard. You place a kiss on his tip before rolling the condom onto his hardened member. he presses his lips closed as he feels your hand travel down his shaft.

You move closer to him kissing his cheek. "don't be nervous, Eric." You hover your dripping pussy over him, prodding yourself. His holds onto you waist gently squeezing in anticipation. you hold him in place as you start sitting on his cock. It's big, bigger than you were anticipating. "ffuck~" you whimper as he holds his moan in. "y-you're really big~" you whisper. It's not very comfortable and his not even all the way in.

You take a breath and move yourself down completely coving his member. He can't help but stare at you, his cock twitching inside of you causing you whine. "you're a perfect fit." he said it so quietly, you don't know if meant to or if he was getting shy. "w-what?" smirk, starting to tenderly grind on top of him. "ffuck, you're --!" He bites his lip, squeezing your waist tighter. He tries moving his hips in sync with you but it doesn't quite work, pushing you down harder. He's being sloppy trying to thrust himself. He doesn't last much longer.

He pants, arms flopping to the side of the bed. "oh, we're not done here." you leer. "we're just getting started."

#south park #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #kyle brovlofski x reader #stan marsh x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #south park kyle #south park stan #south park cartman #south park kenny #south park kyle broflovski #south park stan marsh #south park kenny mccormick #south park eric cartman

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oswildin · 1 year

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Caring: Brain & Heart (Joel Miller x Reader)

Summary: Letting others care for you was a challenge. In the world you lived in, it was hard to let your guard down… But when you and Joel come into each others lives, those walls begin to come down.

Warnings: Violence, Injury, Age Gap, Swearing

Help me when I'm at a loss for words

Bring up all my memories

Folder please, in the temporal lobe

Knowing Joel Miller was an accident. A mere accident. Something you didn’t expect to happen. Especially not in a world as fucked as the one you lived in. Getting yourself caught up in dangerous shit, just to get by. And here you were, standing in front of your angry boss. Your last deal had gone south, meaning no win for the boss, meaning no win for you.

Standing in your shitty little rundown apartment, you were faced with your boss. He was fuming, you could see it in his eyes. But his face remained calm. And so did his tone, which only frightened you more. FEDRA had a tight grip on ration cards, offering the worst jobs possible in exchange for a days worth of food. Supplies were short, and times were tough. You had to do what you could to survive.

“So…” Your boss, Stanley, spoke as he sat on your sofa that was falling apart. “What happened?” He gave you a sympathetic stare, one you knew he was faking. You tried to hold your ground, clearing your throat as you folded your arms across your chest.

“The guy you sent me to meet, he wasn’t there.” You told him. “But a FEDRA guard was. They didn’t see me, but they must’ve known about the deal.” You offered, sighing as his jaw clenched.

“And how would’ve they have known that?” He pried, leaning forward. “Hm?” He narrowed his eyes. “Unless somebody told them…” His tone was accusatory. You glared at him.

“Stan, I rely on these little jobs you give me to get by. Why the hell would I rat you, let alone myself, to FEDRA?” You snapped as he shook his head.

“People will do anything for a price.” He stood, making his way to stand before you. You didn’t falter.

“Well lucky for you, I ain’t one of them.” You said sternly. “Besides, it was your guy who didn’t show. I don’t suppose you’ve interrogated him?” You pushed. “Maybe he’s the rat. Lord knows you don’t half know how to pick em.” You knew that was a stupid thing to say, but you were always quick with your tongue before thinking. Your boss almost growled as his hand shot out, gripping you tightly by your jaw, holding you in place as he stared down at you.

“You better watch that tongue of yours before I cut it out.” He threatened. “Would be such a shame for a pretty thing like you to lose it.” You tried to struggle. “Never undermine me again, got it?” He shook your head slightly, forcing you to nod at him. He dropped your jaw, as you stumbled slightly, reaching up to gently rub where he had held you. He reached into his jacket pocket, revealing a substantial sized baggy, as he threw it down on a nearby table. You eyed it, seeing a load of pills inside. “Lucky for you, I give second chances.” He smirked. “Drop this off to the address on the paper in the bag.” He began to walk towards the door. “Oh and (Y/N)…” You turned to look at him. “Don’t fuck this up.” And with that he left you.

You swore under your breath, kicking a nearby chair in frustration. Walking over to the baggy, you opened it, taking out the paper he’d mentioned as you looked at the address written down. It was another apartment building, not far from you. But you couldn’t go during the day, it was too risky for a guard to stop and search you. That meant having to find a way to sneak out after dark.

Thankfully, you’d managed it. Staying out of sight, you made it into the building, climbing the stairs to the apartment you were ordered to go to. Knocking on the door, you looked over your shoulder, making sure no one saw you, keeping your hood up. After a brief few seconds, the door opened, as you barged inside, pushing past the figure who stood before you.

Once inside, you took down your hood, as you turned to see a man. One you vaguely recognised from around the QZ. He was rugged, and handsome, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans with greying hair and a beard. You took the baggy out from under your hoodie, throwing it down on the dining table.

“Gift from Stanley.” You told him. “I guess you’re expecting a delivery.” He seemed to analyse you, staring you up and down with a hard glance.

“Ain’t you a bit young to be doing all this?” He finally spoke, his voice monotone. You shrugged.

“Ain’t you a bit old to be doing all this?” You quipped back, causing him to raise a brow in your direction.

“Quite the smart ass aren’t we…” He mumbled, as you folded your arms.

“I’ve been told I have a certain charm.” You gave him a tight smile. You glanced round the dimly lit apartment, your eyes landing on an open can of beans that sat on the table. Without saying a word, you picked the can up, peeking inside before grabbing the spoon that was sat in it and taking a spoonful, shoving it into your mouth. Instantly you pulled a face, realising the taste was awful, guessing it was well past it’s sell by date before putting it back down. You looked back at the stranger, who stared at you with an unimpressed look.

“Do you often barge into peoples home, throw drugs on the table, insult their age and eat their food?” He asked, his own arms folding over his chest.

“Funny enough, this is the first.” You sweetly smiled at him, before pulling out one of the chairs and sitting in it. He stared in slightly disbelief, and irritation. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.” You offered.

“I’m Joel, and you were just leaving.” He nodded towards the door.

“I can’t go back now.” You told him. “Guards everywhere. I took my window of opportunity, shift swapping time.” You explained.

“I don’t care.” He gruffly told you. You stayed silent, still being nosey around the place as he simply stared.

“Has anyone told you it’s rude to stare?” You teasingly asked, causing the man to scoff, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at you.

“You’re one to talk.”

False lovin', when I was illogical

Didn't know they held each other's hands 'cause they made one whole

Brain stem, yells temperature

Arise now, sweat, raindrops down my silky flesh

And that was how you met Joel. It was how you came into his life. Joel was grumpy, hard, and occasionally cold. You could see the walls he’d built up. Walls that most people had built up. Either due to losing a loved one, shielding themselves from reality, looking out for themselves or just the simple fact it was easier to act like they didn’t care than admit they cared more than most. Your hunch told you Joel was all of them. You didn’t know much about his past. He never would open up. The only things you knew about the man was that he was from Austin, he had a brother called Tommy and he had his fingers in a lot of pies. You don’t know what drew you to Joel. Whether it was the mystery that surrounded him, his ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude or whether he just made you feel safe. Something you hadn’t felt in years. Even living in the QZ didn’t ease the feeling of fear and dread, especially when you dealt with the guys you did.

You’d often show up at Joel’s after dark, usually unannounced at the same time every evening. It became routine. Hell, Joel seemed to even begin to somewhat enjoy the company, although he’d never admit that to you. Often you’d both just sit around listening to old cassettes he’d collected, him laying on the sofa with his eyes closed as you nosied around the place. You’d also often have little back and forth comments at each other. It became almost endearing.

“Old man.”

“Smartass.”

“Grumpy.”

“Pain in the ass.”

Those were some of the little comments you’d throw around at each other.

But doing up my consciousness

Good, good, good now

Ability to sleep sound

Throughout the star times

An illusion, if you just remove it

Joel sat at the dining table, furrowing his brows as he glanced at the clock.

8:15PM.

You were late.

He took the last sip of his whiskey, gulping it down as he placed the glass down on the table. You were never late. He almost began to worry. Almost. He didn’t care what happened. Whether you got caught by the guards, or got hurt in the crossfire by fireflies, or if your boss had paid you a visit… He didn’t care.

He paced round the apartment, pouring himself another glass of whiskey, letting the liquor create a smooth burn down his throat. Dragging a hand down over his face, he swore under his breath. He quickly grabbed his jacket as he threw it on, exiting his apartment.

He didn’t care.

Standing outside your apartment door, he frowned as he saw the door open a crack. It was unlike you to be naive enough to leave the door open. However, after hearing a man’s voice the hairs on his neck became raised, his body becoming alert as he realised who it was in there.

“I did what you asked.” You told Stanley, watching anxiously as he looked angry. “I delivered the pills, I smoothed it over with that guard, I didn’t mention you or your guys-“ You tried, but his fist came down fast on the table in front of you, causing you to jump.

“And yet three of my guys got taken into custody!” Stanley exclaimed. “I’m down 3 men, and I’ve got people to keep happy.” Before you could do or say anything, he’d lunged towards you, grabbing your hair causing you to yelp as he dragged you round, his usual calm demeanour gone, replaced with a man who was capable of anything. He roughly threw you down, your body landing with a crash to the hard floor as you groaned. However, before anything else could happen, you heard another voice.

“Hey!”

Stanley turned, seeing Joel stood in the doorway, fire in his eyes as he stared down the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin?” Joel growled, as Stanley looked him up and down.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Stanley snarled. “Run home Joel. Go get your fix elsewhere.” You stayed put, watching the two men anxiously. You knew this wasn’t going to end well. As Stanley went to turn back his focus to you, Joel charged towards him, grabbing his shoulder to turn him back round as his fist met with your boss’ cheek, causing him to stumble back. You stared wide eyed at Joel, shocked he had even shown up in the first place. Stanley reached a hand up to touch his cheek, seeing blood on his fingers as Joel looked at him, a small smug glint in his eye.

“How about-“ Joel stepped towards him, eyes narrowed. “You run home, Stan.” He warned, causing the man to clench his jaw, anger visible in his face. Stanley turned to look down at you, sending you a sharp glare before pushing past Joel, bumping his shoulder deliberately as he waltzed out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him. You finally pushed yourself up from the floor, wincing a little as you stretched your back. Joel’s gaze finally fell on you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, slowly walking towards your dining table, pulling out a chair as you sat down.

“Well, your annoying ass didn’t show up-“ He began, eyes following you. “So I thought I’d show up at yours and steal your food for once.” You let out a small laugh, reaching out for the bottle of liquor that sat on the table, popping off the lid as you lifted it up for a swig.

“Seems fair.” You heard Joel come take a seat beside you, as you held out the bottle. He took it from your hand, taking his own swig, pulling a face after swallowing the liquid.

“Where the hell did you get this stuff?” He grimaced as you smirked.

“Yeah sorry, should’ve said-“ You took the bottle back. “It’s an acquired taste.” After a moment of silence, Joel frowned as he looked at your disheveled state.

He didn’t care.

“What did he want?” He asked, leaning back in his seat. You cleared your throat.

“He thinks I’m a rat.” You scoffed. “Me.” You shook your head. “Asshole.” Taking another swig. “He fucks up and he thinks he can just blame me.”

“You need to be careful dealing with people like him.” Joel told you as you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, thank you old man, I am aware.” You sarcastically spoke.

“I’m serious, (Y/N).” He leant forward, resting his arms on the table. “These people don’t give a shit about you. You’re a chess piece to them, a pawn in their operation.”

“You think I don’t know that Joel?!” You raised your voice slightly, tired of the lecture already. “Jesus.” You sighed. “Look, I appreciate the concern, but you know what it’s like in here. You can spend your day shovelling dead bodies and get barely enough rations to have one meal.” You ran a hand through your hair. “It ain’t enough. So you have to do what you have to do.” It was only then that Joel looked at you, fully, properly. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the exhaustion clear on your face, the specks of dirt that painted your skin and the slight shake in your hand from hunger. He sighed, standing up from his seat, grabbing the bottle from your hand as he placed it down, causing you to stare at him in confusion.

“Come on.” He huffed out, seeing your jacket on the arm of the sofa, grabbing it as he threw it in your direction. “You can’t stay here.” You frowned, going to argue but he sent you a look that said ‘you’re coming whether you like it or not’.

When did humans start to separate

Brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone?

Flip it around the other way

If they were apart and you had no power start or no database

Only a shell remains

What fun is it, to be so calculated

Or be taken advantage of, 'cause your heart's too trusting

Silent expressed push my head into my chest

Bind them up, forever wed

"Don't drift too far, " they said

Ah, warm water. Oh how you missed it. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself to dry off, enjoying the feeling of warmth and cleanliness. Changing into some clean clothes Joel had given you, you finally stepped out of the bathroom, a pleasant smell of food hitting your nose as you turned to see Joel sat at the dining table with two plates of food set down.

“Thought I was gonna have to send a search party for you in there.” He commented as you walked towards him. “Not exactly 5 star, but it does the job.” He nodded down to the food as you took a seat, feeling your stomach rumble at the sight. It looked like some stew of some sort, no doubt from a can, but you didn’t care, it was food.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You told him sincerely as he shrugged, beginning to dig into his own meal. “I appreciate it.” You gave a small smile, and Joel almost choked at the sincerity in it.

“Don’t do that.” He said through chewing.

“What?” You looked confused, finally picking up your own cutlery to dig in.

“Your face.” He waved his spoon at you.

“So I can’t smile at you now?” You raised a brow.

“No.” He spooned another mouthful of good into his mouth. “Not unless you say something vaguely rude beforehand.”

“Okay, fine.” You rolled your eyes, putting a mouthful of stew in your mouth. “Your food tastes shit and you look weird.” Swallowing your food, you forced a smile onto your lips as he nodded.

“Better.” You fought the urge to laugh. He fought the urge to smile.

He didn’t care.

After eating, you found yourself getting sleepy. Washing down the meal with some whiskey didn’t help that. Sat on the sofa, Joel noticed your eyes beginning to close as you leant your head on the arm of the seat, your body curling up as you laid on your side, your feet just gently touching his thigh as your breathing deepened. His lips fell into a tight line, as he slowly got up, careful not to disturb you. Walking to his bed, he grabbed a spare blanket as he went back to you, crying not to make too much noise on the loud floorboards. Gently, he placed the blanket over you sleeping form, allowing you to be comfortable and warm. He stepped back, watching you for a moment before he decided to retreat to bed himself. As he laid down, he reached over into his bedside table draw, pulling out his own small baggy as he popped one of the pills into his mouth, washing it down with a half drunk glass of whiskey.

Maybe having someone else in the apartment could help ease him to sleep.

Help me when I'm too detached and cold

Give me the vitality that I need to trust love more

Joel woke with a start, feeling his skin wet with sweat as he glanced over, seeing you still peacefully asleep. Sighing, he lifted an arm behind his head as he stared out the window. It was beginning to get light. The day was going to have to start soon.

Yawning as you cracked open your eyes, you saw beams of the sun coming in from the bedroom window. Pushing yourself up, you heard the shower running as you realised Joel must’ve been getting ready. Not too long later, the bathroom door opened, revealing a shirtless Joel as your eyes widened, feeling warmth flush to your face as you pulled your gaze away, pretending to find something fascinating on the wall ahead.

As much as you tease Joel, you couldn’t deny he was an attractive man. In a way, you picking at him was your way of being friendly. Whilst also possibly fighting off any feelings you were beginning to develop for the man.

“Mornin’.” Joel’s voice brought you back to reality as you snapped your head his direction, seeing him leant against the wall, now wearing one of his signature plaid shirts. “Sleep well?”

“Surprisingly well.” You told him. “Considering it was a sofa.” You commented.

“Yeah, I could tell.” He raised a brow, a mischievous look in his eye. “Could hear your snoring’ all night.” He teased as you flipped him off.

“I don’t snore.” You told him adamantly, finally getting off the sofa.

“Wanna go next door and ask?” He moved into the kitchen to brew himself a coffee. “Pretty sure they heard you through the walls.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” You scowled at him playfully. “What you on today?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Bodies.” He replied as you solemnly nodded. “You?”

“I’m er, going to stay clear today of work.” You told him, not letting your anxiety creep into your tone. You didn’t want him to question you. “Go home, sort some things.” He narrowed his eyes at your words, before pouring his coffee.

“Want me to walk you?” He asked, as you shook your head.

“I think I can handle walking to my building.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Good.” You folded your arms. “Joel, I appreciate what you did for me, but I’m not some damsel in distress.” You sounded more irritated than you had meant to. You were so used to being on your own. Handling things alone. It felt wrong having someone else try and help. “I don’t need someone watching over me or coming to my rescue.”

“Hang on-“ Joel frowned, turning to face you.

“Just drop it.” You pleaded.

“For the record, I don’t think you need savin’ or any of that bullshit.” He continued. “And I’m not some knight in shining armour who’s going to be there at your every beck and call.” He was laying ground rules.

“I never asked you to.” You moved round to grab your jacket from the back of one of the chairs.

“Good.” He copied your words from earlier.

“Right, well then.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll see you later.” You marched out the door, leaving Joel alone as he sighed, placing his cup down on the side before gripping the counter.

He didn’t care.

Blood to the water, neither can fuel us alone

Fervency in my arteries, passion bloomin' through my bones

Heartstrings trigger emotion streams

You’d yet to change out of the shirt Joel had lent you. Something about it was comforting. Sighing to yourself, you mentally scolded yourself for your sharp tone with the man. You hadn’t meant to come across as… well.. Bitchy. You’d gotten so used to fending for yourself it was a hard habit to drop. To let anyone in. You hoped he understood. He’d gotten snappy with you times before…

“What’s with the watch?” You inquired, nodding at the jewellery that decorated his wrist. “It’s broken. Why keep it on?” Joel seemed to freeze at your words, instantly becoming tense.

“Sentimental value.” He simply answered, voice short as he clearly didn’t want to elaborate. However, you being you chose to make a snarky comment.

“Oh I get it.” You nodded slowly, causing him to turn to look at you, almost in shock at your words. “Sentimental value…” You repeated. “So you mean an ex lover gave it to you. She broke your heart.” You dramatically spoke, obviously trying to tease him. “You kept it for keepsakes and it just so happened it broke at the exact time she left you.” You raised a hand to your chest over your heart to add drama. However, when you saw Joel’s face you instantly dropped the act. “Joel?” You asked softly, realising you may have taken your playful teasing too far.

“Leave it.”

Stood in the kitchen of your apartment, you began to hear commotion outside. Frowning, you walked over to your window, looking out as you looked down below, only a few floors up. Looking out, you saw FEDRA guards and trucks surrounding the area you lived as you frowned. What on Earth was going on? However, before you could even think about doing anything, you were knocked to the ground, a massive bang filling your ears as the window smashed, glass falling onto your body which laid on the floor. Smoke began to rise from outside, flooding in through the now open window. Pushing yourself up, you winced, looking down at your legs as you realised amongst the bang, your building had shaken, causing a nearby shelving unit to fall down on top of you. How didn’t you feel it?

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, trying to pull your legs from under the unit, causing pain to radiate through your body as you let out a yell. “Fuck, shit-“ You hissed.

Agape loves a journey, red rivers connect all of me

But, but be it steadfast, don't you disappoint me

Sometimes I think you're all I need, wise beyond belief

Joel threw another poor soul into the fire, being void of emotion as he kept himself detached from the job. It was cruel, but necessary. He was already in a bad mood. The incident with you before he left for work was not how he wanted to start his day. But it shouldn’t matter. No it didn’t. It couldn’t matter. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anything. Not even for you. His thoughts were disrupted, as a loud bang erupted, echoing through the walls and buildings as he frowned, turning to see rising smoke in the near distance.

“Everyone needs to get inside!” A nearby FEDRA guard exclaimed, beginning to usher workers off the streets. “There’s been a firefly attack a few streets over! Get inside!” Joel’s brows furrowed at the guards words. Something felt wrong. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Wiping his hands on the rag, he walked over to one of the guards he knew.

“Wheres the trouble?” Joel asked, voice low as the guard checked round for anyone listening.

“Building got hit.” The guard started. “Apartments.”

“Which ones?” Joel almost urged.

“The ones next to the old barbers place.”

Joels heart sunk. That was your building.

“Shit-“ He muttered under his breath before taking off in the direction of the commotion. The guard tried shouting after him, but it was too late. Joel was off.

You’d tried multiple times to pull at your legs, to lift the unit, but it was no use. You dreaded to think what your trapped legs looked like. But you weren’t going to give up. Coughing, you forced yourself to sit up, clenching your teeth from the pain.

“Fucking asshole fireflies!” You grunted out, feeling anger towards the group at that moment in time. Looking round, you spotted your bat you kept under the bed in case of emergencies. It was a little bit out of reach, but if you just… Reaching out you tried your best to grip the bat, your fingers brushing it as you tried to ignore the pain. After a few minutes of trying, you finally managed to grab it, letting out a yell. Thankfully for you, the unit was made of wood. There was two options… smash it… or try and lift it using the bat. Grabbing some of the books that had come off the shelves, you stacked them, before wedging the top of the bat under the unit where your legs were keeping it from touching the floor, setting the middle of it on the books to allow the end of the bat to hang off it, enough for you to grip and push down on, using it as a makeshift aid to lift the shelves.

With a huff, you used all your strength to push down on the bat, screaming in agony as you did so, knowing your body was going to be bruised and sore for a while. It lifted the unit slightly, as you felt a bit of relief from your legs, however, it wasn’t enough to push it high enough for you to remove them. Knowing you had to put the unit back down, you felt tears prick at your eyes, carefully allowing it to fall back onto your legs. Where was someone?! Anyone?! A guard… Just someone.

“(Y/N)!”

You held your breath, hearing a familiar voice calling for you as you felt relief fill your mind.

“Joel!” You cried, hearing footsteps rushing towards you. “You know what I said about not being a damsel in distress?” You let out a breathy laugh. “Jokes on me, huh?” You could feel yourself beginning to get lightheaded from exhaustion and pain.

“You’re gonna be okay.” He secretly was more reassuring himself than you. “I’m gonna lift this-“ He appeared before you, standing over you as he eyed the unit. “And when I do, I need you to pull yourself out from under it, okay?” You nodded. “On the count of three…” He bent down, gripping under the unit, his hand skimming your skin as he did. “One… Two…” He began to lift. “Three!” He grunted out, pressure disappearing from your legs as you quickly pulled yourself from under the unit. Once you were in the clear, Joel let the unit hit the floor, immediately turning his attention to you. He knelt down, his hands coming to your face as he held you, searching for signs of any injury to your features. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asked, voice a little shaky as you shook your head.

“Just my legs.” You told him, before finally looking down to see your right leg having a gash on it. “Yikes.” You felt your head grow heavy as you fought to keep it upright at the sight of the blood.

“I’m gonna lift you up, okay?” Joel told you, as he moved his hands from your face, placing one under your knees and the other around your waist, trying to be as soft as possible incase he hurt you. Joel hoisted you up, holding you close to his chest as he began to move towards the exit of your apartment. Feeling your body growing more tired, you allowed your eyes to close, feeling safe and protected by Joel’s presence.

When did humans start to separate

Brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone?

Flip it around the other way

If they were apart and you had no power start or database

Only a shell remains

Coming back round, you opened your eyes to reveal Joel’s apartment. You were laid on the sofa, as you peered down to see your injured leg wrapped in bandages. A hand appeared beside you, holding out a glass of water, which you accepted gratefully. Taking a sip of the liquid, your dry throat began to feel better.

“QZ water has never tasted so good.” You commented, taking another sip as Joel kept his lips in a tight line. “Remind me to never put a shelving unit in my apartment again.” You tried to joke as Joel sighed, standing over you.

“It’s not funny.” He huffed out. “You got hurt, and it could’ve been a lot worse.” You looked up at him.

“There’s no point in moping about it.” You shrugged. “May as well try and have a laugh.” He shook his head, disbelief in your words. “I’m fine!” You insisted. “Bit sore, but I’ll survive.”

“That’s not the point.” He put his hands on his hips.

“Careful Joel, you’re starting to sound like you care.” You lightly teased, as you stared at up his face, seeing it unmoving, his eyes boring into your own. Clearing your throat, you pulled your gaze away, finishing off the glass of water.

“Damn fireflies.” He muttered under his breath. “They’re getting more and more violent.”

“Violence gets action.” You told him.

“Not when civilians get caught in the crossfire.” He clenched his fist, taking the empty glass from your hand as he placed it down on a nearby table. “Marlene needs to watch herself.” His voice warned.

“I’m sure she’s quaking in her boots.” You quipped, moving your body round to sit, wincing as your feet hit the floor. Joel turned seeing you moving, shaking his head as he approached you.

“No.” He told you. “Keep them elevated.” He ordered as you huffed, rolling your eyes before doing as he said, going back to laying on the sofa. “You’ll thank me later, it will help with the swelling.”

“I forgot you were a doctor.” You joked. “Doctor Miller. Nice ring to it.” You paused. “Although Nurse Miller is sexier.” He rolled his eyes at your jokes.

“Unbelievable.” He scoffed. “You’ve still got a tongue on you even when you’re in pain.” You sent him a big grin, one he couldn’t help but let the corners of his lips turn upwards slightly. Pulling up a chair, he sat in front of your legs. “Better check your legs not fallen off.” He gently began to unwrap the bandages as you watched him. You’d never seen this side of Joel. You sensed he was a caretaker. From the way he would watch those around him to the more obvious actions of looking after you. Even behind the hard facade, it would slip through and be evident in his character. Once the bandages were unwrapped, he checked the wound, as you realised he must’ve also cleaned it whilst you were passed out, the dried blood gone from your skin.

“Will I live?” You asked dramatically.

“Unfortunately.” He quipped back, causing you to fawn a look of shock.

“That’s not very good beside manners Nurse Miller.” You raised a brow. He began to re-wrap the wound.

“Keep it dry and covered for the next few days.” He told you. “Stay off it also.”

“Great.” You groaned, before realising… “My apartment…” You threw your head back. “I need to sort it.”

“No.” Joel finished wrapping your leg, as he sat back in his seat.

“No?” You repeated. “If you haven’t noticed Joel, it was a shit tip already, now it’s a land field.” You shook your head. “And I doubt the fireflies are gonna pop round to help tidy their mess.”

“I mean no, you’re not going back there.” You raised your brows at his words. “Until you’re better, you can stay here.”

“Joel, I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not.” He folded his arms. “You can’t work with your leg, and as I said, you’ve got to stay off it.”

“Joel, I can’t expect or ask you to fend for me as well as yourself…” You softened your tone.

“It will be fine for a few days I’m sure.” He insisted. You both sat in silence for a moment, as you tried to read his expression.

“Why?” You asked. “Why are you doing this?” He pursed his lips.

“You may be a pain in the ass, but…” He sighed. “You’re my pain in the ass.” You felt a smile appear on your lips at his words.

His.

Pain in the ass… But still. This was basically a love letter from Joel.

“I always knew you were a softie deep down.” You lightly teased, as he pointed a finger at you.

“If you tell anyone-“

“You’ll kick my ass, yeah yeah.” You waved him off. “I know. You gotta keep up that tough guy reputation.” He put his finger down, narrowing his eyes.

“Now, what do you want for dinner?” He paused. “Canned fruit that was out of date 3 years ago, or canned beans that taste like shit?”

“Ohhh…” You pursed your lips. “I’m spoilt for choice.”

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to care a little.

What fun is it, to be so calculated

Or be taken advantage of, 'cause your heart's too trusting

Silent expressed push my head into my chest

Bind them up, forever wed

"Don't drift too far, " they said

#Pedro pascal x reader #the last of us fic #tlou hbo #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us x reader #pedro pascal

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afortoru · 11 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

Pairing: ceo!Toji Zenin x reader

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Word count: 2.2 k

Warnings: old memories both happy and sad ones ig

Note: I wrote an hardcore family fluff...yaay! also im sorry Sukuna stans for making him your brother in this fic TT and if your are reading this, i love you *mwah*

The Zenin Group Pvt Ltd is one of the most infamous company in this world of bussisness. Everyone who's associated with it, gains nothing but tons and loads of money as being there slaves. Even there rivals have given up. Everytime there bussisness rivals try to took them down, something happens to their own company and they'll suddenly loose there shares and shareholders. Even a thought of having The Zenin Group as there rivals would make them shiver, causing them sleepless nights.

But who wasn't affected by this so called infamous company was The Ryomen Interprises Pvt Ltd. The Ryomen's was on top with their business as much as the Zenin's were. They were infact the only rivals who were standing long and tall infront of the Zenin's. The two groups who couldn't bring each other down to hell by there little games decided to play with your's and the upcoming young ceo of the Zenin group, Toji Zenin's life.

You were the only daughter and the second youngest child of the family with your older brother Ryomen Sukuna.

Sukuna was one hell of a cold guy, ignoring the girls lurking around him to get his attention, not giving in into cheap pleases from the business partners and the list goes on. For the the outside world he was a stone cold narcissistic rich guy but the one's who got to see his soft side were the one's he loved the most, his dearest little sister,you and your mother.

Sukuna hold you two like his life depends on you too and it did. Your father, Mr. Ryomen would also get his cold looks and an 'idgaf' attitude. Since Sukuna knows his father oh so well and what that man could do to continue his legacy.

That's why he didn't thought for a second when your father finally wanted him to take over their business and become the ceo. Sukuna thought he could finally make things right with the company under him but later did he knew that some decisions were still under your father's hand.

You were busy checking up the decorations for the party held for your brother being the new CEO.

"I see you're pretty excited about this, huh!" you can tell how annoyed he was with all the preparations. "Atleast let me pretend like I'm preparing for my big bro's wedding or something like that" you said walking towards Sukuna whose expressions has turned from annoyed to confused. "Well looking at the way you 'shoo' people around you specially women, I don't think so you're getting married any soon" listening to your words he looked at you with a annoyed grin "so is that what my sister wants from me now huh, what else do you want, should I rip my heart out for you" he stated "you should totally, maybe then I can sell it to buy myself the new book in my wishlist" you winked at him. Sukuna stood their with a shocked face thinking how can his lovely sister be so mean, oh wait you're his sister there's going to be something about you that's in his personality too.

You went back to look over to the decorations as squeeled from your place as you felt someone's tickling you. "You really gonna be this mean to me huh, never thought this much money couldn't buy you a book but my heart would huh?" he jokingly mentioned while you were on the verge of tears from laughing. "Sukuna stop please, I'm sorry stop...ahhh you idiot I'm gonna tell mom, MOM" you made yourself free from him as you started running outside to the grand house garden.

"Wait you-" he called you out as you made your way towards your mom looking back at him with a funny expression on your face. "I gonna tell mom you're- , ahh!" You weren't looking in front while running as you felt someone stopping you.

"What's so funny kids?", you looked to see the face of the man your brother hates the most, your father. "Why are you running after her like that my son?" he stated with a smile on his face. Sukuna didn't mind his words as he took your hand about to leave but you pulled away. "Nothing dad, we're just going to see mom" you said not wanting to be rude to your father.

He gave you a gentle smile and then he started walking towards Sukuna "Son i know you don't like me but atleast try to act not that mean, can't you?" , "I don't like you?, I hate you... stop being delusional." Sukuna states with an annoyed expression.

"What's happening, I heard Y/N call me. Why'd you call me dear?" you with both the men standing with you turn towards the voice coming from the other side of the hall, you mother Mrs. Ryomen.

She walked towards you and the two men with a gentle smile. Sukuna looks at his mother and then he sees your face, she's exactly like mom, he thought to himself.

She greets your father with a gracious smile, as he nods and smiles back. "Why'd you call me dear?". You pointed towards your brother, faking a pout "Kuna, he was tickling me, i told him not disturb me while I'm working for ceremony held for him and here he's not even a little pounce of gratitude on his face", he grunts listening you complaining like a little kid "hell I'm not , and did I asked you to do this decorations when we already have so much workers around" he says as he pokes you on your cheeks." Mom, you see how rude he'd became now,I-".

"My dear son you should be glad your sister is happy and helping with arranging the ceremony of you being the new ceo, am I right darling?", your father directed this question to you mother, she just noded instead of giving any answer.

"She's not actually happy-", he was interrupted by your mom. "Um Sukuna, dear I need you and Y/N with me right now, please excuse us dear", she asks as a permission from Mr. Ryomen to leave.

You slightly smiled towards him before you started following your mom and Sukuna. As your father stands behind knowing that he won't ever get the same closure from you and Sukuna the like you give your mother. He still appreciated your kindness towards him, atleast you try unlike Sukuna.

He sighs as he walked around the house checking the preparations being held for his son's being the new ceo.

Mr. Ryomen won't say that he loves power, but you knew he does and he'll put his family on the line for this forsaken company. He won't even think once to choose his company, established by your so called forefathers over his wife who sacrificed her career, his daughter who was kind enough to still smile at him and his son who'll put his life on the line for his family.

Sukuna sat with your mom on the edge of the bed as you were trying to find something in the wardrobe. "Mom you sure you haven't lost it and kept it in the wardrobe?" you have been looking for whatever it was and you can sense Sukuna's being impatient.

"Mom, I don't think so this dummy would find whatever it is, you should go and check" he asked her receiving a "shut up" from you.

Your mom was about to get up to help you find it before you exclaimed, "I found it! Here!". Sukuna examine a medium sized, maroon coloured box that you were holding.

"Here mom, kuna this is for you…me and mom got this for you", you handed the box to your her. She looked towards Sukuna, who was now confused on what and why you two got any gift for him.

Your mom's hands moved towards his face as she gently ruffles his hair and places her palm on his now slightly blushind cheeks " for you my dear son" , she says with a motherly smile over her face as she hand overs the gift to Sukuna.

"B- but w-why…i mean is there anything special?", you chuckled at his stuttering."Open it first big bro, don't you wanna see what we got for you?" you reminded as his gaze went towards the box, what could it be, Sukuna thought to himself as he starts unwrapping it.

"I- it's a w- watch, but w- why?",his question made you walk towards him as you sat on the other side of the bed beside him.

"Because we love you and wanted to give you something since we know you're doing all this for us that's why me and mom decided to surprise you with this little gift", you said with a sweet smile as you can see his expressions soften.

"Thankyou so much both of you!", Sukuna felt he's about to shed some tears but he contained himself as he quickly held both of you and your mom in his arms into a hug.

"We know why are you taking the position of the ceo in your father's company, son. M- mom's s- so proud of you, she's so sorry she couldn't-" Sukuna shushed as she's now sobbing into his shirt.

"Mom you did enough for the both us, please don't say like this. Whatever we do, it won't be enough to what you did so please don't speak like that", he uttered as he hold the both of you more closely and tightly like his life depends on it.

"Everything is fine, big bro but I kinda being suffocated, you should do a little less exercise", your words made your mom and Sukuna chuckle as he let go the both of you."If I won't exercise then who's gonna protect you, huh?" he questioned with a smirk with his look diverted towards you.

"I can protect myself, alright. Don't go on this pretty face, i can beat some asses too" you stated proudly pointing a finger towards your face."And who said you're pretty?", Sukuna's word made you pout, gaining a chuckle from your mom.

"Hey! mom not you too" you whinned.

"You're the prettiest, dummy…happy now?", your pout turned into a very much satisfied smile from his words as you nod.

Your mother on the other hand can't believe how lucky she got having you and Sukuna as her kids. She cherish you two too much than she already do. Everyday you two get older, she can't help but want to spend more time with you two, see you bickering, fighting, laughing, just the desire to see you both increases and she can't help it. She knows that one day her daughter and son would have there own family, their own kids and maybe you two won't have enough time for her but she's just happy with the thought of you two being settled down with your spouses oneday.

"Mom, why the teary eyes?", she was snapped back to reality as you wipes her tears away, she didn't realised she was crying.

"N- nothing, just you two make me so happy I can't get enough of you two. Always stay like this together, protect each other, always stand for each other and never let anyone else break this bond between you too…mom loves the both of you so much" she sniffles as she pats one hand on your head and another on Sukuna's.

You and Sukuna looked at each other before hugging your mom exactly how you did it when you were kids. You two used two jump on her everytime you came back from school or in any occasion when you missed her. She would always take you two in her motherly embrace and the what you two felt in her arms is something you can say that's better than the feeling of even being in heaven, so warm, so tender.

It would be true to say that the three of you don't wanna break from this hug, maybe an eternity would feel less cause this love is something you could never get tired of.

Your mother is so lost embracing her most precious possessions.

You were glad to have a family, who loved you so much that you couldn't imagine anyone else to live you more than then. No there's no way anyone who could give you there heart like your family, or was there?

Sukuna on the other hand can't believe how he got so lucky to have you as his sister and her as his mother. The more he's with you two the more he wants to protect you two from this world. He want to give everything best in this world to you and your mom. Sukuna might not be able to fight his father or change the past but he promised to himself that he would never let his mom suffer again, she is happy now but he knows what she's been through for the both of you and you, he lives to protect you from anyone who even thinks to hurt you. He swear they won't see the sun if anyone would even dare to think about you wrongly. He had taken this unspoken pledge to shield you and you too believed you would not find any men like you brother in your life until you met him.

Tagging my babies:

@lotus-n-l0ve @luvjiro @luckimoon @vagabond-umlaut

I'm still an amature writer so feel free to advise me please.

#zenin toji x you #toji x mamaguro!reader #toji x reader #toji x you #ceo!toji x reader #toji fic #the bridges between #toji angst #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen #ceo toji #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #ceo!toji x you #toji x y/n #toji zenin x reader #jjk x you

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girlygguk · 11 months

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sour straws - jjk (a fame drabble)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc

synopsis ; siren is getting attention, hanna is freaking out, and aera runs into a wide-eyed puppy dog at the corner store.

previous chapters ; prologue | one | two | three | four | five | ...

warnings ; some strong language

content ; aera & siren are going viral, a jaera fluffy piece

word count ; 2.3k

lowercase intended / unedited

a/n: thank u guys sm for enjoying the story! here's a drabble to tie us over until the next chapter, love u all xx

the video of aera mentioned in this drabble ; click here

taglist ; (crossed out = can't tag💔) @0anodite0 @heartjiminie @aloverga @cuntessaiii @adeptiixiao @yourallaround-simp @kaitieskidmore1 @captain_neo2526

date: april 2016 ; a week or so after the events of chapter two

thump.

"what the fuck?" aera spluttered in a tired daze, lifting her head to stare at a groggy ha-joon glaring at her from her side of the room. she had launched her pillow at the elder girl and was now clambering off her bed to retrieve it.

"your phone won't stop buzzing, and you just slept right through it," the maknae grumbled, "it's our sleep-in day! please for the love of god—" joonie's pleading was cut off ironically by another vibration of aera's phone. aera swore she saw joonie's eye twitch at the noise.

"okay, okay. calm down, she-hulk," aera huffed, leaning over and grabbing her phone from the bedside table to silence the device. a pleased kim ha-joon waddled back to her bed with her pillow sandwiched in her arms before flopping onto the mattress. she was asleep again within seconds.

wiping the sleep from her eyes, aera tapped on the screen of her phone to awaken it and sighed at the 8:34 am that blared back at her. she had only gotten to bed at four in the morning after working on a new arrangement for their album with han-na yesterday. no wonder she slept through the alerts.

aera swiped through her notification centre in confusion, seeing dozens of comments on all her socials, but twitter was the most prominent. she opened the app and a low, shocked gasp escaped her mouth when the trending tab caught her eye.

trending in south korea

2 — #HwangAera

she could feel her pulse in her throat, wondering if this had something to do with their performance at gayo daejejeon last week. did she mess up and not notice? was everyone making fun of her? eyebrows pinched in utter confusion, aera tapped on the hashtag and waited for it to load with a heavy heart.

she recognised a few of their most active allures' accounts at the top of the feed and felt exponentially more at ease.

'@ asamislove: 1/1000 reasons to stan siren: #hwangaera'

[ video attached ]

jesus, aera thought. she last saw that video when it was posted on their company's socials at the beginning of 2015. it was one of the recordings she took to send to their vocal coach when she and the girls were given techniques to work on. it barely garnered views when it was posted, the majority of the audience being dedicated allures, and if we're being honest - there are very few of those. why is the video getting attention now?

aera scrolled for a few minutes; eyes still squinted with fatigue while she spam liked every post she saw. she couldn't believe that so many people were sharing the video - people that had no idea who she even was. her teeth rolled her lower lip back and forth in angst as she read through all the praise for herself and siren alongside the video.

'@ moonlightmomo: wow yall are FAKE for not telling me about siren sooner #hwangaera #siren'

[ video attached² ]

'@ sirenstepstool: may i remind you all that this is their main DANCER? yea hurry up go stan #mywife #hwangaera #siren'

[ video attached³ ]

she felt her heart race again as her gaze shifted from her phone to her roommate, watching as the blonde clutched her pillow, soft snores blowing through her lips as she slept. deciding not to wake the sleeping devil just yet, she sat up and quietly threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before tiptoeing out of their dorm, en route to bother someone else who would, without a doubt, be awake. jang han-na.

"ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" han-na cried, scrolling through the seemingly endless retweets of aera’s video on twitter, a shit-eating grin adorning her lips. "of course it's you who goes viral. we all sent in similar videos. bitch." the elder jokes, giggling when aera delivers a wack to her hoodie-clad arm.

aera and hanna are currently sitting outside of the park entertainment building, perched against the wall of the structure, reading through all of the comments on their social medias. this was aera's go-to spot when she needed a moment to herself, or if she had to talk to someone on the phone without the four of her nosy sisters sniffing around to see who it was. the younger of the two had hummed in thought when hanna asked if she came out here often as she followed behind her. a moment passed before aera shook her head, a lousy "just thought it looked nice," leaving her lips in response.

"they're talking about us, unnie. like everywhere." aera spoke in shock, now on instagram, seeing how the mentions of their group's hashtag had more than quadrupled in the span of a few hours.

hanna nodded, eyes not even tearing away from her phone to respond, "our music video views are going up too. oh my god, our followers. two hundred thous- fuck i need to call dae-jungnim. i feel like i'm going to puke." aera watched in amusement as hanna scrambled to her feet, dashing inside to head for the office and call their director.

the cool breeze of the morning air nipped at the remaining girl's skin as she pulled her knees closer to her chest, head falling back slightly to rest against the building behind her. her phone was balanced on her knees as she lifted a hand to tap on it and check the time. 9:03 am. she had an hour before she had to head to practice.

her tiredness was suddenly forgotten as she sent hanna a text saying she was going for a walk and would return before practice started. aera shoved her phone in the pocket of her sweatpants before heading towards her favourite corner shop.

the bell above their local convenience store door whistled as aera entered the shop. she waved politely to heejin, the owner's daughter, who returned the gesture with a cheesy smile. aera was mid-walk toward the candy aisle, head down as she checked her bank app on her phone to avoid her card declining at the checkout, when her body came in contact with a wall.

"aish," she cursed under her breath as her phone slipped from her hand. it was, in fact, not a wall that she ran into, but instead a person. a white shirt and black sweatpants adorned his figure as he scrambled to pick up her phone that slid across the floor.

he shifted the two mini bottles of banana-flavoured milk and bag of sour straws into his left hand before leaning down and grabbing her cell phone off the floor with his right. aera's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the back of the stranger's head, wondering why he looked so familiar. when he bent back up and turned to face her, she then realised why.

"oh shit, aera! hey! sorry, i was in a rush," jungkook apologised, handing the girl's phone back when he reached her. while she was checking the device for any new defects, she gave up with a heavy sigh. it was hopeless to identify any new marks, the screen was already covered in cracks.

"no, don't apologise," aera shook her head, "i wasn't looking where i was going. and this thing is a piece of shit. i'd probably thank you if you broke it."

jungkook lifted his eyes back to aera's face after shamelessly trailing down her outfit when she was inspecting her phone. sweatpants and a hoodie is his favourite outfit on her, she always looked so warm. he smiled at her lightheartedness before speaking, "what are you here for?" he knew what she was getting, what she always gets, but he asked for the sake of it.

her eyes dropped to the candy in his left hand, and he watched with a smirk as her eyes squinted at him. "hm, i wonder," she rolled her eyes teasingly, resuming her trek to the confectionary aisle. and he followed.

"you little shit," aera gasped when she reached the section that hung her favourite sweets. completely empty.

his smirk was yet to leave his face as he watched her spin to face him. "last bag," he nodded before faking a pout. she shook her head in disbelief, "you don't even like them!" she was right. he didn't. but she loved them. and he might be trying to build a tolerance for them.

"i don't know what you're talking about, these are my favourite." he lied, suppressing a laugh when her face contorted into a confused gape.

"you are evil." she whined, turning away and walking further down the aisle. and he followed.

"i'd be happy to give them to you," he offered simply. at that, she whipped around at record speed, staring at him with hope.

"really?"

"mhm."

"okay," she nodded, holding her hand out, "gimmie."

he nodded along, holding the candy out towards her. aera reached for the bag but before it was in her grasp, he pulled his hand back swiftly.

"for something in return."

a soft whine left her lips at his childishness, her arm dropping to her side. "you're so annoying," she scoffed through a chuckle. "what do you want?"

"come for a walk with me," he shrugged, tongue poking out to wet his dry lips while he watched her eyes roll back, one of her biggest habits.

"now?"

"yeah."

"i can't, i have practice at 10." but of course jungkook knew that. he knew her schedule to a T, memorising her ridiculous rehearsal hours so he knew when she would most likely respond to his texts.

"it's," he grabbed his phone from his trousers to check the time, "only ten past nine! that's plenty of time."

"you are insufferable," aera lied, taking the sour straws from his hand before turning on her heels and heading to the refrigerators. once again, like a lost fucking puppy, he followed.

she grabbed a bottle of dragonfruit vitamin water from the fridge, "c'mon then," she said softly before heading to the checkout.

aera was in the middle of making small talk with heejin when jungkook reached them. heejin rang up aera's order and as she stepped toward the eftpos machine, jungkook plopped his drinks onto the counter and slid ₩25k toward the owner's daughter. heejin smiled before cancelling the eftpos transaction and put the cash through the register.

"jungkook." aera's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, watching as he waved his hand in a keep-the-change motion before thanking heejin and grabbing the groceries. aera thanked the girl as well before walking through the door that he held open, stepping into seoul's brisk morning air.

jungkook handed aera her drink and sour candy before cracking the lid on one of his banana milks and taking a big swig. he offered her a sip as they walked next to each other, but she shook her head, already tearing into the bag of sour straws.

pulling two out of the bag, she stopped walking and bit into one, holding the other to his lips with a smirk. "go on then, if you love them so much." he stopped walking as well, glancing down at the rainbow lolly stick covered in tangy sugar. he internally cringed thinking about actually eating it, but nevertheless leaned closer and took a big bite out of it from her fingers.

if there's one thing about jungkook, it's that he is horrible at hiding his emotions. so he just doesn't. it's one of the things aera has always liked about her friend. she appreciates his authenticity and forwardness, whether or not it can annoy the shit out of her sometimes.

he only makes it through two bites of the sweet before his face contorts into a pained scowl, causing aera to fall into a fit of giggles. "god, that's disgusting. your tastebuds are messed up." he shakes his head with a smile, her laugh subsiding the pain of eating the atrocious candy.

they fall back into a steady pace as they resume walking, enjoying the comfortable silence while they both indulge in their snacks. they had been walking for about ten minutes now, jungkook snorting at some stupid joke aera had made before he looked forward, noticing his company building up ahead.

the park entertainment building was not far from bighit at all, which is why the two nineteen-year-olds share a favourite convenience store. "did you want to come say hi to the guys?" jungkook offered, looking over at aera while she finished her mouthful.

"can't, jungkook. practice, remember?" she reminded, stopping in her tracks, causing him to as well. she shoved the bag of sour straws into his hand, "share some with bangtan-sonyeondan-seonbaenim and tell them i said hi," aera teased. jungkook rolled his eyes at her formality, bumping his shoulder with hers before tucking the candy into his pocket and heading back toward the direction they came.

"where are you going?" aera asked in confusion, and his head turned slightly to her with furrowed brows.

"walking you back?" he said just as confused, as if it was the only possible answer in the world.

"what? no? your place is right there," aera gestured towards his company with her bottle of vitamin water, "that's just a waste of time."

"no, it's not." he shook his head, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smile. he would walk her to busan if she asked him to. "come on, you'll be late." he ushered her towards him and waited for her to start walking with him again. and she did.

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