#pink x reader

[milescrypt]

MORE MORE MORE RANDALL PINK FLOYD X READER FICS, THANK YOUU

[banana-split-ing]

saw dat Human x Crewmate post, and I was thinking, what if it's Pink also had that too👀? Any interpretation of yours would be appreciated, I let you thought about that heh. Also where did u get that pfp, I was shocked to see that and recognized the characters

Pink? As in, the evil CEO we see, like, only once in the series? Sure, why the hell not!

And, to answer your question: I stumbled upon the edit (because yes it is an edit and not, in fact, the original) in the Among Us Rule 34 page. Don't ask Me what I was Doing there I just Happened to find it Okay?? Thought it was cool af for normal reasons and it is now my pfp. Perfectly represents what I'm about (lewding the beans)

I fuck heavy w/ the interpretation that Pink is an imp AND that they're somehow slightly taller than the average crewmate, so I'll be using that in my headcanons :3

When it comes to Pink's very first contact with humans, they're seemingly more interested in doing business than anything else. Real nice and polite and agreeable, but it really is all a ruse to butter you up and get you to sign away your freedom and rights, so they can literally fuck you over. Generally very smart, strategic and evil, they know their stuff.

Pink is such a smooth talker you don't even know what you're agreeing to, but you'll sign your contract enthusiastically anyways. Congrats on your new job as the CEO's fucktoy! You start right this second. Get on your knees and open your mouth now.

I mean, they're still pretty small compared to you. You could kick them into the stratosphere if you really wanted to, but do you? Would you actually do that? Is this fate really so bad...?

If you chose to submit to your new evil overlord, they'll reward you handsomely... With beans, and other frivolous things. And dick. Mostly dick.

They do not look very intimidating at all, but they're actually really dominant, extremely demanding and will top the shit out of you every time, ESPECIALLY if they're an imp (too many tentacles in all of your holes at once, you won't even KNOW what hit you). Doesn't really care about your pleasure, but never leaves you unsatisfied either

Very much into degrading you about the fact you're letting a CREWMATE, of all the creatures in the known universe, do this to you. Pink knows very well you could defend yourself if you wanted to, so why don't you? Were you really that desperate? You're just a helpless, perverted little slut after all...

Pink WILL showcase you and your body to all their business partners as a flex btw. Nobody's allowed to touch you, but you'll be completely naked and vulnerable and gawking at you is very much encouraged. Everybody look at this huge, exotic alien obediently humiliating themselves for their owner!! Aren't they cute?? I can also totally see them eating food off of your naked body In front of everybody. You're entertainment, sweetie, get it in your head.

If they're imp, they're will makeout with you very often. Gotta take advantage of the fact they actually have a mouth to kiss you back with. Your reactions when they shove their tongue in too deep are hilarious! Humans are so sensitive and funny. They just never get tired of it; of you.

They will also causally grope you if they're feeling stressed, especially if there's people around. Pink does NOT miss a chance to assert their dominance over you, as your owner and clearly the superior species.

They're such a little shit I love them so much.......

[munsoninthedark86]

Hold Onto The Dream(Pink x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, angst, drug mentions, withdrawal, sort of AU to the film, vaginal fingering, oral sex(fem receiving) word count: 3k pairings: Pink Floyd/Floyd Pinkerton/Rockstar x Fem!Reader summary: after the Trial and destruction of his wall, he opens the door to find someone else waiting just outside the wall. and then he finds out what flying really feels like a/n: This isn't Eddie Munson related and I know I haven't posted anything on here in forever, but I didn't think this fit in on my anime blog. Hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it.

In another hotel room. Not much different from the rest. He sits on the chair in front of the TV, this one not thrown out of a window either. He hardly remembers what happened after his last mental breakdown, but he does know how he got here. With his itchy eyebrows and fading smile, he knows how he got here.

They had found him in that bathroom stall. It had been the security guard. The one who let that gang of groupies backstage in the first place. He found Pink lying on the ground. Pink, who was barely responsive at the time, was going through a rough time withdrawing from all the drugs in his system.

After a short stint in a hospital and with his vitals all back to mostly normal, they sent him to stay in another hotel room. Only until they could clear it up. They would fix everything. They’d make sure he was still able to perform, so that he could get them their “hard-earned” pay.

His eyebrows were growing back. What a stupid thing for him to do. Why did he even shave them off? They were so itchy, itchy, itchy…

Between drags of his cigarette(the only drug they’d allow him to keep doing) and changing the channel on the television, Pink often reached up to scratch the healing wounds and growing hair of his eyebrows. It hurt at first, but soon turned into a pretty dull ache. It wasn’t really anything to pay too much attention to, but more of a distraction from the papers that lay on the desk.

‘Sign them, Pink. I know it’s painful, but she doesn’t want to stay,’ said his manager. ‘Sign them and we’ll make sure she doesn’t get too much of your estate and fortune.’

It was easy for all of them to say this. It had been easy for them to just get him to sign the papers, but it was so painful for him to even think about it. Years of a marriage, gone down the drain. How would he even cope without seeing her? Even if she had been unfaithful(which he didn’t blame her one bit for, no…not anymore), it still stung to know she was the one to serve him the divorce papers.

He thinks back to the start of their relationship. It felt just so natural and so wonderful to be with her. He never experienced butterflies in his tummy before, but she gave him that. His wife had been the one to give him the ultimate experience…that is until he fucked it all up.

Through his wild days as this young rockstar, Pink had been quite loyal to her. The guys in the band used to make fun of him for calling her every night when he was on tour. The guys in the band used to tease him whenever he refused to sleep with a groupie. Eventually, things turned sour for him and his wife. The spark was gone, and he turned inward and she found no solace within him.

Except…there had been that one time with the groupie. But that was after he found out she was being unfaithful. He knew it was going to happen, and only because he knew he had fucked up. The way she had this absent look on her face most days. She hid things from him. She cried at night when she thought he was asleep. Pink fucked up everything by becoming this emotionless shell and throwing love away.

Now that Pink was well and truly alone, it became such a punch in the gut to think back on all of this. Pink was definitely going through all the emotions too, just thinking about everything that’s happened. 

The rallies in the streets…had they even been real? The first meet up with the neo-Nazis. Had any of that actually been real? He was told no, but it felt so real. It felt like he had actually become the figurehead of the fascists he so hated. All of it had been some sort of hallucination his mind made up to cope with the trauma in his life.

He lights up another cigarette, changing the channel on the television. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get sober. It sure was odd to be here, alive and still kicking. Would death have been a better option? Would complete annihilation of self be the best place for him? Pink had tried so hard to get rid of himself, but it had turned very ugly.

The worst parts of himself festered into what he believed to be a dictator. The darkest parts of himself were the things he hated so much. How could anyone love such a broken man? A pathetic little ragdoll, tossed around and played for a fool. Only a thing to make someone more money.

Just then, a knock at the door. He curses to himself, ashing out the smoke and letting it simmer in the ashtray. Pink knows that if he doesn’t answer the door right away, they’ll come breaking down the door. They won’t take his silence for an answer at all.

So he gets up, dusting himself off. He scratches his eyebrows once more before undoing the door chain and opening the door. His eyes widen when he sees you. It has been years since he’s seen you. And here you are, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.

“Oh Pinkie,” you say in your soft voice. “I came to see you as soon as I heard about what happened.”

What had happened? Where did you even get this information from? How did you know about what happened? It’s been years since he last laid eyes on you. Not since after his wedding to his wife. You had been that faithful friend who came to be a witness. Did that break your heart to see your best friend Pinkie get married to someone else?

He’s bewildered in seeing you right here. In the flesh. Your sweet smile pulls him out of his own thoughts. You’re actually here with him and it really warms his heart.

“I know it’s been a long time, but I…I have been keeping tabs on you.” You admit, a blush on your face.

“Y-you have?” He asks, almost not believing this.

“Heh, yeah if you can believe it, but I’m a big fan of your music. I’ve been trying to stay in touch but it’s not easy when you’ve become such a big rockstar.”

This causes him to blush a little. He didn’t realize that there were other people out there trying to get in…trying to tear down his wall. You were here, and you had been trying to get to him.

He invites you in, as this is the proper thing to do. You sit in one of the chairs and him in the other. He offers you some tea, which you agree to. So that means you’re going to stay a little longer than just a few minutes. Something about this makes him incredibly happy.

Pink goes to the tiny kitchenette and begins boiling water for the tea. You watch as his movements seem so stiff. He must be under a tremendous amount of stress. You wanted to keep him company. Luckily for you, his manager thought this would be a very good distraction for him.

You managed to run into the man in the hotel lobby. He recognized you from an old photograph Pink had in his wallet. When you told him who you were, the manager sent you right up to Pink’s room. If you two rekindle the possible flame you had, maybe Pink will be more willing to cooperate.

Two mugs of tea sit on the coffee table. You let yours cool off before taking a sip. It tastes like home, like comfort. You notice the way Pink keeps looking at you, almost as if he’s deciding for himself if you’re real or just another illusion. When you reach out to touch him for the first time, he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Tense…” you whisper. “You’re so tense, Pinkie.”

He doesn’t recoil. Instead, something within him makes him lean into your touch. He smiles for an instant, but then he’s hiding behind the perfectly done up mask he’s had for a long time.

“Nobody’s called me that in ages,” he chuckles.

“No, I suppose not. Not since our school days.”

The room is filled with short sounds of coughing, sips of tea and the sounds of him contemplating just what the hell was he going to do now that you are here with him. Finally, he looks at you and he frowns.

“I’m not that same kid.”

You place your hand on his arm. “I know that. I’m not that same kid either.”

There’s an understanding tone from your voice. There’s the sound of someone who’s gone through a lot as well. Your eyes are tender as you look at him. Pink finds himself unable to look away. He sighs and lights up another cigarette.

“She’s divorcing me,” he finally says. “Not like I blame her, I was a shit husband.”

You rub his arm softly. “That’s gotta be rough, Pinkie. I can’t imagine having to go through that.”

He shudders as he takes a drag. You hold your hand out and he passes you the cigarette, taking a long drag. You then pass it back, smiling sadly.

“I can’t say I know what it feels like, but let’s just say I was left at the altar.”

Pink frowns. “That’s…that’s fucking terrible.”

You laugh sarcastically. Then you recount the day of your almost wedding. It was a few years ago, but it still hurt you so much. He comes closer and presses his hand on your knee.

“We’re just a couple of lovebirds who can’t find their way home, huh?”

You nod. “Sounds about right.”

Though it’s all sudden and it’s fast and it’s the first time you two see each other in years, the kiss you share is sweet. It feels so good to finally allow yourself the chance to kiss the man you’ve wanted to kiss for so long.

His lips are chapped on your soft ones. He smiles as he pulls you closer, holding you onto his lap. You run your fingers through his hair, which is also growing back. You wondered what made him want to shave his eyebrows and to cut his hair. You remembered seeing him in concert and his hair was fluffy and he had quite the scruff to him. You wouldn’t mind if he decided to grow his hair back out.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips. He’s desperate to keep you here. 

It feels right as he continues to kiss you. His lips, hungry for you, find their way down your chin and onto the column of your throat. He gently presses even more kisses on your neck, making you moan just for him.

“You sound beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

You push his hair back and look into his eyes. Your look is nothing short of sweet and loving. He doesn’t remember the last time anyone looked at him like this. It felt so good to finally have someone’s attention and that he felt like he could give it back.

You end up on your back on his bed, your clothes being pulled off by someone who so desired you. His lips are back on your neck, kissing and nipping so softly. He doesn’t want to hurt you. God, he’d be so angry at himself if he got too rough with you.

When you begin to help him out of his clothes, he feels like it’s almost an out of body experience for him. He can’t recall the last time he made love to his wife. He didn’t even sleep with that groupie. So for his own sanity, Pink is pretending that this is his first time having sex.

And without really having anything to go off of, he’s very sweet with his explorations. His kisses trail down to your chest, his hands cupping your breasts together. You let out such a sweet sigh when he begins to suck on your nipples, leaving you blissed out. Saliva dribbles down your chest as Pink continues his trail of sloppy kisses.

It’s when he begins to lap at you that you begin to cry. You’ve wanted this ever since you were a teenager. You would have never admitted that to him back then, but now…oh now you were begging for him not to stop. Pink smiles to himself, licking you like you are the nectar of the gods.

“I’m…baby, I’m so close.”

His cock is hard and leaking. He’s leaving a trail of precum on the sheets, but he doesn’t care. Pink only cares about making you feel so good. When you come undone on his tongue, he watches you with fire in his eyes. Your back arches and your eyes roll back. The sound of your voice mewling his name is what causes his cock to throb.

And he doesn’t pull away just yet, instead opting to slide one of his fingers into your wet little pussy. He grunts against your clit, feasting on you like you’re the greatest meal he’s ever had. He opens you up with his fingers, bringing you to another heavenly climax.

You beg for him, asking him to just finally fill you up. Pulling his fingers from you, he brings them to his lips and licks them clean. You taste so good. He could get easily addicted to just the scent and taste of you.

Pink then settles between your legs and he leans in to kiss you. You’re breathless, wanton and needy. It’s such a beautiful look on your face. It’s perfect for this pseudo first time. He pretends that you are the one to take his supposed virginity.

His eyes lock with yours as he slowly pushes into you. The heat of your silky walls envelops him and he’s overwhelmed. A stray tear rolls down his cheek, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He just slides all the way inside of you, burying his face in the curve of your neck. 

This feels like comfort to him. It feels like true love. And when you wrap your arms and legs around him, he shudders. Pink begins to rock his hips a little, testing the waters. He wants to make sure this feels good for you too. Eventually, he pulls away to check on you.

The beautiful blissed out look on your face says it all. Oh, you look so beautiful. This is what sex should be like. This is what it means to make love. Pink grunts as he picks up his pace even more, slamming into you. It’s still passionate, it’s still loving…but it’s needy.

“I needed you,” he whispers before kissing you hungrily. “I still need you.”

You moan his name. “Pink, I need you too.”

Your hands come up to cradle his face. The kisses you share are nothing short of sloppy and passionate. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring and rubbing with yours. He feels like he could never get enough of this sweet love.

Through hooded eyes, you watch as he licks his fingers and then brings them down to rub your clit in fast little circles. With your face contorting in pleasure, Pink is finding it so hard to hold on. But he has to feel you coming undone. He needs to prove to you, to himself, to everyone…he can provide pleasure. He can be good for something.

“I’m cumming,” you whine.

A dazed grin breaks out on his face and he moans your name. The coil snaps and your walls begin to pulse around him, bringing him even closer to his own orgasm. He needs to make sure…just one more thing to take care of.

“I’m close,” he’s panting. “Where should I…”

“Inside,” you wrap your legs around him once more. “Please, I need to feel you.”

His hips stutter and he almost loses it completely. A few more thrusts and the pleasure burns within him. It’s so much different than any other time. In fact, this is the first time. It’s truly the first time.

Is this what flying is supposed to be like? He wonders to himself as his brain barely comprehends the pure, euphoric pleasure he’s feeling. He doesn’t even notice he’s crying until you begin to wipe away his tears and you kiss him.

His balls draw up and he’s shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Gasps of pleasure and sobs of need rip through him. He’s shuddering and shaking. He’s floating, flying…he’s finally feeling true bliss for the first time ever.

And with your soft, calm, loving touch you bring him right back down to earth. Nestled in this warm bed with you, it’s the most perfect feeling in the world. It’s a mess between you two and his seed is leaking out of you.

Pink then slumps against you, and you begin to rub his back. You press soft kisses to his forehead, cooing to him gently. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

“You feel like home,” he whispers. “Please…don’t go.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

He believes you. He doesn’t know why he does, but you feel like you could be the answer. The two of you are hurting together, and yet…you two could fly together. You could feel the air on your skin as you float in that sky together. He’s got a reason to want to fly now, a place to fly to. Wherever you are, he’ll fly to you. 

You are his dream come true. The one he neglected. And at the end of the destruction of his wall, you were there to welcome him with open arms.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I always have.”

“I feel the same.”

With another kiss, the two of you fall into a blissful state. The crumbling ends of the wall are swept away.

[actuallysaiyan]

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, drug mentions, divorce mentions, canon divergent, sort of an AU

Hold Onto The Dream

Summary: It's another damn hotel room and his fucking eyebrows are growing back in...will you be enough to distract Pink from the turmoil within him?

[baby-harrington]

hanging out - randall “pink” floyd

requested by anon💞just some fluffy pink for the evening :) there’s a lot of dialogue but hopefully it’s still okay!!

- to say that you and pink were close was a bit of an understatement

- you’d known each other since childhood

- and you were still as close as you were when you were five

- when he wasn’t busy with football or his other friends, he’d always come to hang out with you

- a few drinks, maybe a smoke, no biggie

- just a nice night with your longest best friend

- you’d stick some music on and talk the night away

- he’d get all flirty after a few drinks but it was all in good fun, you were so used to each other that it didn’t seem like a big deal

- this time was no different

- you’d had a few beers and were now laid out on the bed together, catching up while aerosmith played softly in the background

- pink had his arm slung around your shoulder, rubbing circles into it with his thumb

- his other hand clutching an almost empty beer

- the two of you were no stranger to cuddling up like this. it was normal for the two of you since you were so close

- “so how are you finding school right now? it’ll soon be summer break and then we’ll be seniors!” you said, looking up at pink

- “oh, I dunno, it’s the same as always. I guess senior year is gonna be the same”

- “maybe... how is your girlfriend, by the way?” you asked

- “we, uh, broke up.” pink said plainly. he didn’t seem too upset by it

- “aren’t you upset?”

- he rubbed your shoulder a little and shook his head. then he rested it back on top of yours

- “nah, it wasn’t anything serious. we decided we’d be better off as friends. what about you, though? you’ve never had a boyfriend in high school, right?”

- you took a swig of your beer and shook your head no

- “I’ve just been waiting for the right guy, I guess.”

- “surely someone at high school is right for you? what about tony?”

- “tony’s sweet and all but I don’t think he’s my type. he’s a little nerdy.”

- pink laughed a little but pressed on

- “how about dawson?” he asked, causing you to laugh which in turn made him smile

- “he’d be too interested in getting into my pants”

- “I don’t blame him” he said, flirting. he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively then laughed at your less than amused expression

- “well maybe I don’t blame jodi kramer for trying to get into your pants” you jokingly replied

- pink laughed again, pulling you in a bit as he did so. he brushed that last comment off though, wanting to get back to interrogating you

- “c’mon, you’ve seriously never liked anyone?”

- “not really. well, maybe one or two”

- he sat forward, taking his arm away so he could turn to face you and lean back. “oh really? who? and how come you haven’t told me this sooner?”

- “because you’d laugh at me!”

- “oh, come on, y/n. you can tell me. we’ve known each other since we were, what, four years old?”

- “okay, okay, fine. I used to like mike newhouse when we were in freshman year.”

- “no way!” pink grinned, laughing as you buried your head in your hands in embarrassment. “that’s adorable”

- “no it isn’t. it’s embarrassing! he’s a total nerd now. he’s nice, but a total nerd.”

- “damn. harsh.” he sighed, amused before he gave you a serious look again. “be serious now. do you like anyone?”

- “one person. but he’s a really good friend and I don’t wanna mess things up with him.”  

- “do I know him?” he crossed his legs and leaned forward again, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in the palm of his hand

- “yeah, but it doesn’t matter. he might say yes but it would be weird if we broke up and couldn’t stay friends.”

- “well why don’t you tell him and just see what happens?”

- “okay...” you paused for a sec

- you took pink’s hand and played with his fingers to calm your nerves a little

- you had done that before so he didn’t think anything of it

- “pink, I like you,” you admitted, “but if you don’t like me that’s okay because it doesn’t matter.”

- “hey, hey, hold on.” he said, taking your hand properly this time, and grabbing the other one too

- he rubbed his thumbs on the sides of your hands and looked into your eyes

- “you could have told me earlier, y’know.” he said quietly, a small smile gracing his face. “I don’t flirt with you all the time for nothing!”

- you chucked and looked down at your lap

- pink grabbed your chin softly so you could look back into his dark eyes

- “I’m serious, y/n. you could have told me.”

- “I was afraid of what you’d think of me”

- instead of replying, he pulled you in a little by the hand on your chin, and softly pressed his lips to yours

- it was only a small kiss, a feather light touch, but it was enough to send sparks down your spine

- it had always been him

- you had secretly always known it but you had told yourself to always hide it, he was your best friend and you couldn’t just go and ruin it all

-  when you pulled away again, he was quick to swipe and pull you back in, this time for a tight embrace

- he held you so tightly and buried his head into your shoulder

- “I’ve loved you longer than you could ever know”

- and that’s how you knew he really was the one

[echoesonthedarkside]

Hold Onto The Dream(Pink x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, angst, drug mentions, withdrawal, sort of AU to the film, vaginal fingering, oral sex(fem receiving) word count: 3k p airings: Pink Floyd/Floyd Pinkerton/Rockstar x Fem!Reader summary: after the Trial and destruction of his wall, he opens the door to find someone else waiting just outside the wall. and then he finds out what flying really feels like a/n: I wrote this last month and posted it on one of my other blogs, so I figured it belonged here. MDNI!!

In another hotel room. Not much different from the rest. He sits on the chair in front of the TV, this one not thrown out of a window either. He hardly remembers what happened after his last mental breakdown, but he does know how he got here. With his itchy eyebrows and fading smile, he knows how he got here.

They had found him in that bathroom stall. It had been the security guard. The one who let that gang of groupies backstage in the first place. He found Pink lying on the ground. Pink, who was barely responsive at the time, was going through a rough time withdrawing from all the drugs in his system.

After a short stint in a hospital and with his vitals all back to mostly normal, they sent him to stay in another hotel room. Only until they could clear it up. They would fix everything. They’d make sure he was still able to perform, so that he could get them their “hard-earned” pay.

His eyebrows were growing back. What a stupid thing for him to do. Why did he even shave them off? They were so itchy, itchy, itchy…

Between drags of his cigarette(the only drug they’d allow him to keep doing) and changing the channel on the television, Pink often reached up to scratch the healing wounds and growing hair of his eyebrows. It hurt at first, but soon turned into a pretty dull ache. It wasn’t really anything to pay too much attention to, but more of a distraction from the papers that lay on the desk.

‘Sign them, Pink. I know it’s painful, but she doesn’t want to stay,’ said his manager. ‘Sign them and we’ll make sure she doesn’t get too much of your estate and fortune.’

It was easy for all of them to say this. It had been easy for them to just get him to sign the papers, but it was so painful for him to even think about it. Years of a marriage, gone down the drain. How would he even cope without seeing her? Even if she had been unfaithful(which he didn’t blame her one bit for, no…not anymore), it still stung to know she was the one to serve him the divorce papers.

He thinks back to the start of their relationship. It felt just so natural and so wonderful to be with her. He never experienced butterflies in his tummy before, but she gave him that. His wife had been the one to give him the ultimate experience…that is until he fucked it all up.

Through his wild days as this young rockstar, Pink had been quite loyal to her. The guys in the band used to make fun of him for calling her every night when he was on tour. The guys in the band used to tease him whenever he refused to sleep with a groupie. Eventually, things turned sour for him and his wife. The spark was gone, and he turned inward and she found no solace within him.

Except…there had been that one time with the groupie. But that was after he found out she was being unfaithful. He knew it was going to happen, and only because he knew he had fucked up. The way she had this absent look on her face most days. She hid things from him. She cried at night when she thought he was asleep. Pink fucked up everything by becoming this emotionless shell and throwing love away.

Now that Pink was well and truly alone, it became such a punch in the gut to think back on all of this. Pink was definitely going through all the emotions too, just thinking about everything that’s happened. 

The rallies in the streets…had they even been real? The first meet up with the neo-Nazis. Had any of that actually been real? He was told no, but it felt so real. It felt like he had actually become the figurehead of the fascists he so hated. All of it had been some sort of hallucination his mind made up to cope with the trauma in his life.

He lights up another cigarette, changing the channel on the television. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get sober. It sure was odd to be here, alive and still kicking. Would death have been a better option? Would complete annihilation of self be the best place for him? Pink had tried so hard to get rid of himself, but it had turned very ugly.

The worst parts of himself festered into what he believed to be a dictator. The darkest parts of himself were the things he hated so much. How could anyone love such a broken man? A pathetic little ragdoll, tossed around and played for a fool. Only a thing to make someone more money.

Just then, a knock at the door. He curses to himself, ashing out the smoke and letting it simmer in the ashtray. Pink knows that if he doesn’t answer the door right away, they’ll come breaking down the door. They won’t take his silence for an answer at all.

So he gets up, dusting himself off. He scratches his eyebrows once more before undoing the door chain and opening the door. His eyes widen when he sees you. It has been years since he’s seen you. And here you are, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.

“Oh Pinkie,” you say in your soft voice. “I came to see you as soon as I heard about what happened.”

What had happened? Where did you even get this information from? How did you know about what happened? It’s been years since he last laid eyes on you. Not since after his wedding to his wife. You had been that faithful friend who came to be a witness. Did that break your heart to see your best friend Pinkie get married to someone else?

He’s bewildered in seeing you right here. In the flesh. Your sweet smile pulls him out of his own thoughts. You’re actually here with him and it really warms his heart.

“I know it’s been a long time, but I…I have been keeping tabs on you.” You admit, a blush on your face.

“Y-you have?” He asks, almost not believing this.

“Heh, yeah if you can believe it, but I’m a big fan of your music. I’ve been trying to stay in touch but it’s not easy when you’ve become such a big rockstar.”

This causes him to blush a little. He didn’t realize that there were other people out there trying to get in…trying to tear down his wall. You were here, and you had been trying to get to him.

He invites you in, as this is the proper thing to do. You sit in one of the chairs and him in the other. He offers you some tea, which you agree to. So that means you’re going to stay a little longer than just a few minutes. Something about this makes him incredibly happy.

Pink goes to the tiny kitchenette and begins boiling water for the tea. You watch as his movements seem so stiff. He must be under a tremendous amount of stress. You wanted to keep him company. Luckily for you, his manager thought this would be a very good distraction for him.

You managed to run into the man in the hotel lobby. He recognized you from an old photograph Pink had in his wallet. When you told him who you were, the manager sent you right up to Pink’s room. If you two rekindle the possible flame you had, maybe Pink will be more willing to cooperate.

Two mugs of tea sit on the coffee table. You let yours cool off before taking a sip. It tastes like home, like comfort. You notice the way Pink keeps looking at you, almost as if he’s deciding for himself if you’re real or just another illusion. When you reach out to touch him for the first time, he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Tense…” you whisper. “You’re so tense, Pinkie.”

He doesn’t recoil. Instead, something within him makes him lean into your touch. He smiles for an instant, but then he’s hiding behind the perfectly done up mask he’s had for a long time.

“Nobody’s called me that in ages,” he chuckles.

“No, I suppose not. Not since our school days.”

The room is filled with short sounds of coughing, sips of tea and the sounds of him contemplating just what the hell was he going to do now that you are here with him. Finally, he looks at you and he frowns.

“I’m not that same kid.”

You place your hand on his arm. “I know that. I’m not that same kid either.”

There’s an understanding tone from your voice. There’s the sound of someone who’s gone through a lot as well. Your eyes are tender as you look at him. Pink finds himself unable to look away. He sighs and lights up another cigarette.

“She’s divorcing me,” he finally says. “Not like I blame her, I was a shit husband.”

You rub his arm softly. “That’s gotta be rough, Pinkie. I can’t imagine having to go through that.”

He shudders as he takes a drag. You hold your hand out and he passes you the cigarette, taking a long drag. You then pass it back, smiling sadly.

“I can’t say I know what it feels like, but let’s just say I was left at the altar.”

Pink frowns. “That’s…that’s fucking terrible.”

You laugh sarcastically. Then you recount the day of your almost wedding. It was a few years ago, but it still hurt you so much. He comes closer and presses his hand on your knee.

“We’re just a couple of lovebirds who can’t find their way home, huh?”

You nod. “Sounds about right.”

Though it’s all sudden and it’s fast and it’s the first time you two see each other in years, the kiss you share is sweet. It feels so good to finally allow yourself the chance to kiss the man you’ve wanted to kiss for so long.

His lips are chapped on your soft ones. He smiles as he pulls you closer, holding you onto his lap. You run your fingers through his hair, which is also growing back. You wondered what made him want to shave his eyebrows and to cut his hair. You remembered seeing him in concert and his hair was fluffy and he had quite the scruff to him. You wouldn’t mind if he decided to grow his hair back out.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips. He’s desperate to keep you here. 

It feels right as he continues to kiss you. His lips, hungry for you, find their way down your chin and onto the column of your throat. He gently presses even more kisses on your neck, making you moan just for him.

“You sound beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

You push his hair back and look into his eyes. Your look is nothing short of sweet and loving. He doesn’t remember the last time anyone looked at him like this. It felt so good to finally have someone’s attention and that he felt like he could give it back.

You end up on your back on his bed, your clothes being pulled off by someone who so desired you. His lips are back on your neck, kissing and nipping so softly. He doesn’t want to hurt you. God, he’d be so angry at himself if he got too rough with you.

When you begin to help him out of his clothes, he feels like it’s almost an out of body experience for him. He can’t recall the last time he made love to his wife. He didn’t even sleep with that groupie. So for his own sanity, Pink is pretending that this is his first time having sex.

And without really having anything to go off of, he’s very sweet with his explorations. His kisses trail down to your chest, his hands cupping your breasts together. You let out such a sweet sigh when he begins to suck on your nipples, leaving you blissed out. Saliva dribbles down your chest as Pink continues his trail of sloppy kisses.

It’s when he begins to lap at you that you begin to cry. You’ve wanted this ever since you were a teenager. You would have never admitted that to him back then, but now…oh now you were begging for him not to stop. Pink smiles to himself, licking you like you are the nectar of the gods.

“I’m…baby, I’m so close.”

His cock is hard and leaking. He’s leaving a trail of precum on the sheets, but he doesn’t care. Pink only cares about making you feel so good. When you come undone on his tongue, he watches you with fire in his eyes. Your back arches and your eyes roll back. The sound of your voice mewling his name is what causes his cock to throb.

And he doesn’t pull away just yet, instead opting to slide one of his fingers into your wet little pussy. He grunts against your clit, feasting on you like you’re the greatest meal he’s ever had. He opens you up with his fingers, bringing you to another heavenly climax.

You beg for him, asking him to just finally fill you up. Pulling his fingers from you, he brings them to his lips and licks them clean. You taste so good. He could get easily addicted to just the scent and taste of you.

Pink then settles between your legs and he leans in to kiss you. You’re breathless, wanton and needy. It’s such a beautiful look on your face. It’s perfect for this pseudo first time. He pretends that you are the one to take his supposed virginity.

His eyes lock with yours as he slowly pushes into you. The heat of your silky walls envelops him and he’s overwhelmed. A stray tear rolls down his cheek, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He just slides all the way inside of you, burying his face in the curve of your neck. 

This feels like comfort to him. It feels like true love. And when you wrap your arms and legs around him, he shudders. Pink begins to rock his hips a little, testing the waters. He wants to make sure this feels good for you too. Eventually, he pulls away to check on you.

The beautiful blissed out look on your face says it all. Oh, you look so beautiful. This is what sex should be like. This is what it means to make love. Pink grunts as he picks up his pace even more, slamming into you. It’s still passionate, it’s still loving…but it’s needy.

“I needed you,” he whispers before kissing you hungrily. “I still need you.”

You moan his name. “Pink, I need you too.”

Your hands come up to cradle his face. The kisses you share are nothing short of sloppy and passionate. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring and rubbing with yours. He feels like he could never get enough of this sweet love.

Through hooded eyes, you watch as he licks his fingers and then brings them down to rub your clit in fast little circles. With your face contorting in pleasure, Pink is finding it so hard to hold on. But he has to feel you coming undone. He needs to prove to you, to himself, to everyone…he can provide pleasure. He can be good for something.

“I’m cumming,” you whine.

A dazed grin breaks out on his face and he moans your name. The coil snaps and your walls begin to pulse around him, bringing him even closer to his own orgasm. He needs to make sure…just one more thing to take care of.

“I’m close,” he’s panting. “Where should I…”

“Inside,” you wrap your legs around him once more. “Please, I need to feel you.”

His hips stutter and he almost loses it completely. A few more thrusts and the pleasure burns within him. It’s so much different than any other time. In fact, this is the first time. It’s truly the first time.

Is this what flying is supposed to be like? He wonders to himself as his brain barely comprehends the pure, euphoric pleasure he’s feeling. He doesn’t even notice he’s crying until you begin to wipe away his tears and you kiss him.

His balls draw up and he’s shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Gasps of pleasure and sobs of need rip through him. He’s shuddering and shaking. He’s floating, flying…he’s finally feeling true bliss for the first time ever.

And with your soft, calm, loving touch you bring him right back down to earth. Nestled in this warm bed with you, it’s the most perfect feeling in the world. It’s a mess between you two and his seed is leaking out of you.

Pink then slumps against you, and you begin to rub his back. You press soft kisses to his forehead, cooing to him gently. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

“You feel like home,” he whispers. “Please…don’t go.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

He believes you. He doesn’t know why he does, but you feel like you could be the answer. The two of you are hurting together, and yet…you two could fly together. You could feel the air on your skin as you float in that sky together. He’s got a reason to want to fly now, a place to fly to. Wherever you are, he’ll fly to you. 

You are his dream come true. The one he neglected. And at the end of the destruction of his wall, you were there to welcome him with open arms.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I always have.”

“I feel the same.”

With another kiss, the two of you fall into a blissful state. The crumbling ends of the wall are swept away.