#between the buried & me

[wcbblife]

Cuddling with Paige HCs

a/n: Guys I think Paige is an absolute sucker for cuddling and physical touch so here's some HCs!

I think Paige is touchy from the get go with you once you two start dating. However it's something light in the early stages of the relationship. Once you two hit a few months it just amps up completely.

You'd start to notice it because she literally had to have at least one cuddle session every day or else she would get super pissy about it.

"Babe, what's wrong."

Paige spares you a side look, clearly a little annoyed.

"Nothing."

"Don't tell me you're mad."

"No..." She rolls her eyes.

"Just...come here."

She flies over to where you are, instantly melting into your arms. She's never been good at keeping up the act.

She loves to cuddle in the mornings after games or just mornings in general. Especially with the grogginess that settles between you too. She looks around for you and just buries her head into your chest, inhaling your perfume and falls right back to sleep. She just loves the feeling of slipping in and out of sleep with you in her arms.

She lays her head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. It calms her down when her mind is having trouble staying silent. She'll fall asleep listening to it.

She sometimes literally digs her fingers and hands into your clothes and skin. It seems to never enough for Paige.

Weirdly enough, I think Paige likes to trace your beauty/birth marks. And sometimes even kiss or trace a healed injury scar.

Whenever you try to get up or move she'll literally throw her arms and legs over you to stop you from getting up. And ofc you can never get up without a fight because of her strength.

"Noooo." Paige whines, immediately holding you down.

"Dude, I literally have to pee." You try and twist from her limbs but Paige is just way too strong.

"But I was just getting comfortable."

"Paige I'm serious. Let me go."

"Nooooo just stay here."

Literally puts her whole body weight on you sometimes. And since she's taller, her body completely engulfs your own.

"Paige, you're suffocating me."

"Hm."

"I'm literally going to die."

Grazes her nose all over your skin to tease you or just to smell your perfume. Especially if her nose is cold bc ofc she would.

Panics full time when she wakes up in the mornings and doesn't see you at all. The only way to make it up to her is with some cuddles.

"I'm sorry baby. Didn't mean to scare you."

Paige sits in the middle of the bed with the biggest pout.

"You're gonna act all pissy about it? Then I won't-"

"Wait no. Just come here."

Definitely likes to get under your hoodie while you're wearing it. Likes the feeling of it and it just muffles every outside sound. You guys do tt like this.

Likes to rub your lower back or vice versa.

Loves to sleep in a cold room and just put her hands under your clothes to feel your warmth. She sleeps like a baby when she's warm with you.

[laurfilijames]

Breathe

Part 7

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 6.9k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Trauma/PTSD/nightmares/insomnia. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Unanswered questions amp up every emotion that time does nothing to lessen, and so much uncertainty raises the concern if everything will turn out okay or if moving on is the only answer.

A/N: Less hurt than the last chapter, I promise! Thank you to everyone who was so enthusiastic and responsive to it and made all that angst worth writing!

Photo by @avatarskingdom and edited by me. Please do not use without permission or credit. Headers by the wonderful @spaghettificationandpretzels!

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You felt numb as much as you felt angry, scared and heartbroken.

It was all still so surreal, having to remind yourself constantly that Will broke up with you and was gone, the persistent sick feeling in your stomach growing with every thought of his life being at risk and that even though he was no longer yours, you might never see him again.

You did everything you could to understand his side of things, but with that your frustration increased wildly, the fact that he hadn't even given you the chance to be there for him stinging almost as much as him abandoning what you knew, or thought, you had.

Did he really believe you wouldn’t support him, that you didn’t care enough about him to give him space and time while he dealt with all the things he needed to, that your love for him simply wasn’t enough for him to want to hold onto while he was deployed, that everything you thought you had been building was broken and false?

The toaster popped, shooting your slice of bread out, making you jump after forgetting you were even waiting for it.

You ate because you had to, but food tasted bleak and flavourless, and everything that landed in your stomach felt like it sat there and made your nausea even worse.

You had made a whole lasagna earlier just because, giving you something to do for the better part of an hour, but the thought of eating it was so unappealing and you had the idea that maybe you would drop it off for Benny. Taking a bite out of the plain piece of toast, you thought how awful it might feel to go over to the Miller’s house right now, and decided against it, opting to freeze the lasagna for another time instead.

Another bite and the toast was in the trash, and you stood in the middle of your kitchen unmoving, not sure what to do with yourself next.

You hadn’t slept, and whether it was fatigue or just your grief pummeling you, you broke down and sobbed, your body shaking as the memory of Will holding you in his arms in this very spot flooded you, dancing one night while in the middle of cleaning up dinner, pausing almost anything in favour of stealing a piece of each other.

Work was a welcomed distraction, forcing you to go through the motions and function like everything was normal, able to allow you to bury your emotions for the course of a shift and nearly forget about what had happened, only to have it all come back the moment you got in your car and started your drive home, knowing you had nothing to look forward to.

You hadn’t been back to the gym since the day you saw both brothers there all beat up from their brawl with each other, your body too exhausted and weak to even consider working out, but as you sat at your kitchen table with nothing else to do, you went and changed into your gym clothes and drove over.

It was busy enough, observing the evening crowd enough to keep you entertained as you walked on the Stair Master, each step automatic and absent-minded.

Through a few people and machines you spotted Benny, resting on a bench between sets of chest presses, his smile and slightly awkward wave making you feel equally so, and as he stood and started weaving his way over to you, you felt bad that he probably felt obligated to talk to you.

You stopped the machine and stepped down, grabbing your things in the assumption you would probably feel like leaving after this conversation, your water bottle shaking in your hand that trembled with nerves and adrenaline.

“Hey,” Benny said, somewhat hesitantly.

“Hey, Benny,” you answered, smoothing your hand over your sweaty hair.

“How’re you doing?”

You sighed, looking down at the floor as you shook your head. “Do you want the fake answer or the honest one?”

Benny huffed a laugh in understanding. “You look like shit.”

You laughed out of disbelief, bringing yourself to look at him as he scratched his head and tried to recover.

“I mean- fuck.”

“No, I look like shit. Feel like it too,” you confirmed, reassuring his observations.

“Are you looking after yourself?” he asked, his face full of concern.

You shrugged, “As much as I can, I guess.”

He nodded, sympathetic to your feelings. “Are you eating? Sleeping?”

“Here and there. Not much of both if I’m honest.”

“Yeah, I get it. Just do your best even though it’s hard.”

You hummed. “Does it get any easier?”

He tilted his head a bit. “Does what get easier?”

“The worry, the waiting…”

“Oh, uh…” he pulled his ball cap up off his head, smoothed his hair back and placed it back on again, this time backwards. “Yeah, I guess we all just get used to it in a way. But I’d be lying if I said that everyday you’re half expecting to get that phone call…”

He saw the tears in your eyes well to the surface, and unlike most times, Benny felt a bit speechless.

“I can’t stop thinking about him,” you admitted, your words not even directed at Benny, but rather said aloud simply because you couldn’t keep them in.

“Ugh, I’m sorry,” you went on, wiping your eyes and shaking your head like it would suddenly shake away your feelings. “I’m gonna get going, see you later.”

“Yeah, of course,” Benny responded, his voice soft. “Hey,” he called after you, making you pause and turn half-way to face him.

“Just don’t give up on him yet.”

You gave a weak smile. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

You made it to your car before you really fell apart, the tears coming down your face so hot and fast you could barely see to unlock the door, and when you flopped down into the seat, you rested your head against the steering wheel and wept.

The most overwhelming sense of panic came over you, taking control over everything and trapping you in it, your mind racing with every horrible thought imaginable, and before you could realize, your breathing had turned short and gasping, your mouth desperately trying to suck in air between sobs.

Your hands wrapped around yourself, squeezing you tighter than the grip of the anxiety attack was, feeling your whole body shaking and trembling and all you wanted to do was scream.

That was when Will’s soothing voice popped in your head, urging you to focus on your breaths and count each one, the sound of the numbers in his even tone allowing you to stop the panic, and you began counting out loud until your breathing eventually leveled out.

How could the same person who was the reason you were feeling this way manage to help calm you, you thought, exhaling slowly as everything around you started to come into focus again.

You ran your hands over your face, your body still shaking with each inhalation though they had become more regular, knowing that as much as you were hurt and betrayed, you still loved Will more than you could imagine loving anything.

Benny’s phone rang not thirty seconds after he’d just hung up, Will’s number lighting up his screen suspiciously close to him ending his conversation with Tom.

He pressed the green button to answer it, and before he could even get out a ‘hey’, Will’s voice stopped him.

“Are you checking up on me?”

“Uhh-”

“I heard Redfly talking to you, idiot.”

Benny scratched his head, trying to gauge which way this was about to go.

“If you’re wondering how I am, just ask me, Ben.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes that’s easier said than done,” he quipped, recalling how many forced conversations they’d had lately where Will gave short, vague answers to everything.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Benny sighed, lifting his arm up in exasperation before letting it fall and hit his side, “I dunno, man, I just thought I’d get a truthful answer out of Redfly over you. He’s with you every day and can tell how you are.”

He heard Will sigh, and Benny took the pause as a chance to give his brother the opportunity to tell him for himself.

“So, how are you, then?”

Will sighed heavily again. “I don’t fucking know anymore. Okay, I guess?” he said, his uncertainty clear.

“Tom said things are going well with the op, and despite it all you seem like you’ve got your head in the game.”

“Yeah, that’s all fine,” Will explained, like his role as a Captain on this tour was the least of his worries. “It’s everything else…”

“Yeah…” Benny agreed, holding space for Will to continue.

“How’s she doing? Have you seen her?”

“Saw her at the gym yesterday,” Benny said carefully, trying to decide if it would be better or worse to tell him she wasn’t doing well, but ultimately knowing if he wanted Will to be honest, he would have to be too. “She’s not doing good, man.”

Will was silent, making Benny pull the phone away from his ear to check if the call had dropped or not.

“I can’t believe I did this to her,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, well,” Benny said flatly, “What’s done is done, now you just have to focus on finishing this job and getting back home so you can fix it.”

“Do you think there will be anything left to fix?”

Benny blew the air out of his mouth slowly. “That’s up to you two. If you both want it to work out…”

“That’s what I’m worried about. By the time I get back she’ll have moved on and learned to hate me.”

“You don’t know that,” Benny countered. Able to tell the expression that would be on Will’s face right now, he continued. “She still loves you man.”

“I wish she didn’t. She deserves better, not this shit…”

Benny’s heart ached for his brother, hating that he was going through this on top of being back in action, praying his stress didn’t get the better of him or be the cause of any fatal mistakes.

“Listen, man, I gotta go,” Will spoke, his voice weak and quiet.

“Yeah, okay. Be careful out there.”

“Always.”

The beep of the call ending sounded in Benny’s ear before there was even the chance to consider saying anything else, and he hoped Will would hang onto the thought that maybe it wasn’t all lost yet.

Days turned into weeks, but the amount of time that was passing didn’t help to make things feel any better, making you wonder every day if it would ever stop hurting.

Anger grew as you wracked your brain combing through every detail of every conversation and act that could've led to this, wondering where it was that you went wrong, but you still couldn’t pinpoint the moment Will gave up on loving you or what it was that made him peel away. It almost hurt just as much as him being gone did, unable to know what the cause was so you could try to rectify it and simply get closure as to why it ended, your heart like an open wound that would never heal.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before exiting your room, on your way to meet two of your girlfriends for a quiet drink, your attempts to refuse unaccepted.

You couldn’t deny that it would possibly help get your mind off of Will, but you knew it was futile as everything you did and everywhere you went, he was there.

“That guy can’t stop looking over here at you,” Grace said through a grin as she nudged you with her elbow, and you twisted in your chair slightly to follow her gaze.

You took a sip of your wine as you assessed the man with dark brown hair and brown eyes staring directly at you, his smile bright and clean, his lips plump and inviting.

You said nothing as you turned back to your friends, raising your eyebrows as if that was a response that would appease anyone.

“Come on, he’s gorgeous!” Nicole urged, tilting her head indignantly.

“I never said he wasn’t!” you defended, but in your head all you could think was how he wasn’t Will.

“You need a rebound fuck,” Grace suggested, and the thought made your stomach flip.

“I’m not ready for any of that yet,” you admitted, hoping they would understand how raw everything still felt.

“We know,” Nicole sympathized, giving your hand a squeeze as she placed hers overtop, and you knew they would support you in anything whether it was continuing to miss Will with every part of your being or hooking up with the next man who walked by.

“Oh shit, he’s coming over,” Grace blurted, adjusting in her seat as a wide smile appeared on her face.

Your heart plummeted in your gut, and you sighed, praying this wouldn’t be as horribly awkward as you were expecting it to be, trying to find the energy to be kind and cordial despite not wanting to.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” a deep, smooth voice purred behind you, and you felt the demand of his presence as he stood beside your chair.

His eyes were even more alluring up close, and his crooked smirk was equally charming as it was sexy, the dark scruff around his mouth complimenting his olive complexion.

You swallowed, feeling unable to find words, and with a low chuckle, it prompted him to continue.

“I couldn’t help but want to come over to say hi and introduce myself.” He spoke with such confidence, his voice so seductive. “I’m Cam.”

He held out his hand for you to shake, and you did, feeling your hand tremble slightly before he took it in a firm grip and moved it up and down once on your behalf.

You introduced yourself as well as Nicole and Grace who you wanted to kick under the table for how they were gawking at him, but not as much as you wanted to crawl under it to hide away as he pulled out a chair from the empty table beside yours and took a seat.

“Can I get you ladies another round?”

“Oh, yes please!” the girls chimed, seeming completely enthusiastic about him joining you.

You assessed his hand for any ring as he waved the waitress over, requesting for the same drinks to be brought to the table, feeling relieved there was no band wrapped around his ring finger, but something about him still felt off to you.

He’s not Will, your mind reminded you, and you took a long drink of your wine to try to swallow the sour feeling stirring in your gut.

It was comfortable enough talking to him, even catching yourself laughing at some of the things he said and genuinely having a good time, but every time you felt yourself liking something about him, there was one thing you found you didn’t.

He’s not Will.

You found yourself lost in his chocolate eyes as he spoke to you, imagining instead they were clear blue and held a brightness that reflected the love you had learned to see shine through them, only to be reminded that that wasn’t something that existed for you anymore, and you blinked back to the reality you faced.

“Would it be too forward of me if I asked for your number?” Cam asked, his eyebrows raising on his forehead in a hopeful, but confident expression.

“Hm, yeah, sure,” you replied, picking his phone up from the table that he slid over to you and typed your number into a text message along with your name, sending it to yourself.

“I’ll call you,” he said, standing from his seat where he continued to smile at you.

Your eyes followed him as he walked over to the bar to pay his tab, feeling something stir in you as he looked back over his shoulder at you one last time before he sauntered out of the bar, everything about him charming and gorgeous.

But he wasn’t Will.

“Are you going to go out with him?” Nicole asked excitedly, the looks on both your friend’s faces confusing you like you missed something they hadn’t.

“Umm,” you pondered, trying to wrap your head around the situation, the three glasses of wine making your head feel fuzzy. “I- I don’t know.”

You felt like crying, feeling a sense of guilt and anxiety bubble up in you, like you were betraying Will and being unfaithful despite the reminder that he wasn’t yours slapping you in the face and twisting your heart in your chest.

A few days had passed since your night out with the girls, and as expected, a text from Cam had come through asking to take you for dinner, the invitation sitting ignored and unresponded to in your messages.

Every time you opened your phone to reply, you would see Will’s name a few spots down from Cam’s, the contrast between them and what was past and what was present making you wish more than ever that you could go back in time and try to mend whatever it was that took Will away from you.

You didn't recall ever being so irritable, your temper short and your patience gone, a toss up whether you would scream or cry at the drop of a hat becoming the daily gamble.

The gym didn’t even seem to allay these frustrations, and as you tried to adjust the height of the rack bracket and it got stuck, you felt that blanket of red creeping up through you.

Cursing under your breath, you wiggled the pin again and again, tugging and jostling it to try to get it to move, the clanking of the metal against metal drawing attention over to you by prying, judging eyes.

“Need help?”

You sighed with relief, hearing the familiar voice that belonged to Benny, closing your eyes and counting your breaths as he stepped in and adjusted it for you.

“Thank you,” you muttered, avoiding meeting his eyes as shame washed over you.

“You alright?”

You forced the air out of your lungs again, still not meeting his piercing gaze.

“I'm just so angry and there's nothing I can do about it,” you admitted, your tone defeated.

“I understand that,” Benny drawled, leaning against the squat rack.

You felt him studying you, almost as if he was debating saying something.

“He asks about you every time I talk to him…”

It felt like the wind was knocked right out of you, and somehow you managed to speak.

“He does?”

Your bewilderment seemed to confuse Benny, his face screwed up as he looked at you like it was the most obvious and normal thing.

“Yeah?”

You covered your face with your hands, letting out a growl that did nothing to signify your frustration at the situation.

“I still don’t know what I did wrong. He stopped staying the night and became more and more distant each time I saw him…” You paused briefly, trying to put your thoughts in order. “Then he just stopped altogether and the next time we spoke he ended it, and now you’re saying he asks about me?”

“He didn’t tell you about his nightmare?” Benny asked, his shock blatant.

You shook your head, your brows knitted tightly together. “No?”

Benny sighed and rolled his eyes, shifting on his feet as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Jesus Christ…okay,” he groaned, exasperated by his brother’s ability to consistently make things worse.

You stood there unmoving as Benny explained what had happened, going over all the details Will had told him of his nightmare and his reactions to it, and you felt cold despite having worked up a sweat from what you had done in your routine already.

“I told him he wouldn't actually hurt you but he was so messed up from it. I think it was days before he managed to sleep after that,” Benny said, his tone sad. “I've only seen him that distraught after a nightmare a couple times before.”

“Why wouldn’t he have said anything to me?” you asked, your voice a whisper.

Benny shrugged, “I think he was scared. And then knowing he was leaving on top of it…it was just too much for him.”

You nodded, rubbing your hands on your arms for some sort of comfort, feeling like your heart was breaking all over again, but this time for Will rather than because of him.

“I’m not making excuses for him,” Benny went on, leaning with his arms up on the barbell that hung across the rack. “I don’t agree with what he did, I just know how messy things can get in that head of his, and as his brother I kinda always have to have his back, but it doesn't mean I’m on his side.”

You nodded, at a loss for words as your mind tried to process everything.

It was a helpless feeling, having some sort of understanding now but unable to do anything about it, wondering if you should send Will a message or have Benny pass one along, but all you wanted to tell him was you loved him and that was probably something he didn’t need right now.

“Thanks for telling me,” you said softly, all of your anger replaced with sadness and worry, your heart aching in your chest.

Time continued to pass but did nothing to heal, each day marking another one gone without a word between you and Will, leaving you more unclear than ever at what to do, feeling that if he wanted anything to do with you, he would’ve reached out by now.

Not wanting to put Benny in the middle of it, you never once asked him to interfere or treated him as a messenger, only asking how his brother was doing when he hadn’t told you on his own and thankful that he usually would provide an update anyway knowing you were wondering.

The last time you saw the younger Miller you had dropped off a week’s worth of food, having prepped a variety of high fat and carb meals, helping to get him ready for his upcoming fights in a new weight class.

Cooking for Benny was just the type of distraction you needed, feeling useful and productive and able to put this latent energy into something good for someone else, offering to make his meals for him each week so he didn’t have to worry about his nutrition while focusing on his training.

He had told you as he helped unload all the food from your car that Will was due to return home soon, a matter of days or weeks but there was no exact date yet, and every time you went to the gym or to the grocery store, you braced yourself for a run-in with the man you couldn’t stop thinking about.

You finished washing your face and brushing your teeth, checking your phone one last time before leaving it on your dresser for the night, never getting used to the disappointment you felt at not seeing a sweet message from Will like you used to whenever he wasn’t with you, and still holding hope that whenever it did buzz with a text, it would be Benny saying Will was back.

Your anxiousness was getting the better of you, feeling like it was worsening each day to the point you were struggling to sleep even more than what had now become your normal, never resting for more than a couple of hours at a time if you were lucky.

So many things passed through your mind in those hours spent awake, some of which consisted of that outstanding offer for a date with Cam, not declining it yet despite knowing it was something you didn’t want anything to do with. Nicole and Grace would still bring it up whenever you talked but didn’t put any pressure on you, both of them knowing deep down you were happiest with Will, and you weren’t about to jeopardize any remaining chance with him until you knew for sure that there was an absolute finality to your relationship.

Not feeling tired but knowing you needed to try to sleep, you crawled into bed, nestling yourself under the covers on the side that Will used to occupy, closing your eyes in hopes your mind would drum up the memory of his arms wrapped around you.

You knew you shouldn't do it, knowing it wasn't helping you move on and that some might deem it unhealthy, but every time you laid in bed you imagined him with you and it was becoming the only thing that would get you to sleep.

It had been your haven; the warmth of his body and your limbs tired and wonderfully achy from sex providing all the comfort you needed to drift off, both of you usually able to sleep soundly with the exception of Will having the occasional nightmare until his mind plagued him with the one that he couldn’t get past.

How could it be so wrong to go back to a time when a version of you didn't haunt his dreams, when you had brought each other nothing but love and understanding and a sense of safety and security? You kept replaying what Benny had told you about his nightmare over and over, the sense of guilt you had over it working to torture you just as much as the dream tormented Will.

You sighed, squeezing your eyelids tight, doing everything in your power to recall the feel of his lips on your neck, his breath ghosting over your skin as he wished you goodnight, his beard scratching against you in the most addicting way as he tucked his face as close to yours as he could.

Tears started to spring from your eyes the harder you shut them, thinking how you would give it all up in a heartbeat so Will could be happy and live a life with all of his worries put at ease even if it meant you couldn’t be a part of it.

Will picked at the frayed laces on his boot as he listened to the dial tone, one leg bent to rest on his knee while waiting for Benny to pick up, excited to share the news that he was flying home tomorrow and to get an update on Benny’s training, knowing he had been working hard to put on the last few pounds needed to put him in the Light Heavyweight class.

“Sup, bro?” he finally answered, out of breath.

“Hey, Ben. You running?”

“Just in the middle of some light spars. Got my first fight tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, buddy!” he hollered, his excitement palpable through the phone.

“That’s awesome, Benny,” Will praised, proud of his brother for reaching his goal.

“How’re you doing?” Benny panted.

“I’m okay,” he paused, planting his foot down so both were on the ground and scratching his head. “Coming in tomorrow.”

“Fuck, seriously?”

“Yeah…”

“Shit. The fight is in Fort Myers, I can’t pick you up, man.”

Will tried his best to disguise his disappointment, his leg bouncing as he tried to level his voice.

“It’s fine, I’ll take a cab or get Redfly to drop me off,” he suggested, knowing he wouldn’t even ask his friend since Tom would be so eager to be reunited with his girls.

Benny sighed, “You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I’m just sorry I’ll miss that fight.”

“There will be more, don’t worry,” he assured. “Safe flight home, eh?”

“Thanks Benny. Good luck tomorrow. Knock ‘em dead.”

Benny chuckled, “Yeah, I will. See you soon, bro.”

Will ended the call and sat for a minute, the bit of excitement he felt about coming home diminished, feeling a sense of dejection that he officially had no one there for him.

He considered all of his options, the thought of reaching out to you even crossing his mind, but knew that he couldn’t and he would just have to settle for whatever warm welcome the cab driver wouldn’t provide him.

He blew air out of his mouth slowly, starting to feel like he couldn't capture a proper breath, closing his eyes as the sense of self-inflicted and well-deserved dread he was now accustomed to consumed him.

One, two, three…he counted, the numbers switching from the sound of his own voice to yours, repeating them with each breath in and out until he secured a consistent pattern.

Tomorrow.

You knew what it meant without any other context, the single word appearing on your screen from Benny making your heart jump into your throat, and you grabbed the edge of the countertop behind you with shaky hands as you leaned against it.

He had promised to tell you when he knew for sure and here it was, the day you had hoped for for so long, but one you were also terrified for.

Will was coming home.

As a slew of emotions ran through you, it dawned on you that his arrival happened to be on the same day as Benny’s fight, and you wondered if that meant anyone would be there to welcome him home.

You picked up your phone to reply to Benny, thinking of asking him who was planning to pick Will up from base, but as soon as you started typing the message, you hit the arrow to delete it, putting your phone back down on the counter.

It wasn’t your business, you told yourself, fighting every urge to make it yours, the thought of Wil returning home from the hells he faced with no one there for him breaking your heart.

You figured you were the last person he would want to see anyway, and knowing you had the potential to send him even more over the edge made you feel sick, thinking of how much had changed from when you were the one who used to bring him peace.

The flight was long, and it felt like every muscle in Will’s body ached as he walked off the plane and waited to board the bus that would bring them to the base station, feeling so close but still so far from being home.

There was continuous chatter around him, the excitement of all the soldiers about reuniting with their loved ones making Will feel happy and sad at the same time, and he did his best to seem enthused when asked if he was looking forward to going home.

He checked his phone more times than he needed to, having sent Benny a text that he had landed to which he responded with a thumbs up emoji, part of him hoping that there would be something from you, only to remember he didn’t deserve any grace for his actions.

He was getting everything he deserved, he thought as he pressed his head back against the headrest after sitting down, sighing out slowly while closing his eyes, finding it amusing that being alone was something he was both looking forward to and completely dreading.

It wasn’t long before the bus arrived at base, and Will remained in his seat until everyone else had gotten off, not wanting his fellow troops who were so eager to hold their loved ones to be held up by him who was only going to wait for a fucking cab.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way through people hugging, a weak smile forming on his lips in seeing one of his friends holding his newborn baby, and not far off did he watch Tom embrace both of his daughter’s in his arms, picking them up and swinging them around until they were screaming with delight.

After making his way to the doors, he pulled out his phone and looked up the number for a taxi, rubbing his other hand over his tired eyes roughly, praying it wouldn’t take long for one to show up.

The area he stood in was quiet with everyone else still lingering behind, but he glanced up when he noticed a couple walking past hand-in-hand, pausing to steal a kiss.

Will was about to hit the number to dial for Taxi Tampa when he looked up again, his eyes landing on a familiar face and one he couldn’t forget even if he tried.

You had just walked in and were stopped in your tracks as you noticed him at the same time, your face a mix of so many emotions that Will could hardly pick one out.

You gave a small shrug and shook your head, silently explaining that you didn’t really know what you were doing there, and Will all but choked as he tried to take a breath, his shock in seeing you completely overwhelming.

He dropped his bag and let his phone fall on top of it, stepping toward you in purposeful strides, his eyes welling up just the same as yours were.

“I wasn’t sure if I should even come but…I had to show up for you,” you shook out, Will’s hands reaching to cup your face, his thumbs smoothing your cheeks as tears started to fall down them.

He nodded in response, unable to say anything, his own tears breaking their threshold as you grabbed onto his forearms, rubbing them through his shirt as he continued to hold onto you.

He pulled you into a hug, relieved when you embraced him just as hard, feeling himself relax into you, his face nuzzling your head.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, alternating his remorse with ‘thank you’ between pressing kisses onto your forehead and hair, your sobs making your body lurch against his.

Your hands pawed at his back, clawing at his fatigues like you were trying to hold onto him for good, and Will prayed with everything he had that you never would let go.

He wasn’t sure how long you stayed like that for, but he eventually felt himself calm down, relishing in holding you and being in your presence again, knowing he would do everything in his power to make every bit of hurt up to you.

Will inhaled deeply, letting it go slowly out of his mouth, feeling like he could finally breathe properly again after all this time.

It was surreal to be in his arms, his warm embrace something you missed more than you imagined you could have, the feel of his body on yours and his scent surrounding you so familiar.

His heartbeat thrummed in your ear as you continued to rest your face on his chest, hearing his breathing having evened out and realizing yours had done the same.

You reluctantly pulled away to look at him, still keeping your arms locked around his middle. “Should we get you home?”

Will’s mouth turned up on one side, his crooked smirk making you melt.

“Yeah,” he nodded, his hand falling to land on your lower back as you both turned to where his bag was left on the floor.

You expected a moment like this to feel awkward, but it was anything but, like you were learning each other all over again, standing in Will’s room with your arms around each other’s waist, your faces so close and your lips inches from touching.

Finally, Will leaned into you, softly pressing his lips on yours, making you hold your breath as you let your eyes close and kissed him back, a broken moan transferring into his mouth as you forced yourself to try to take in air again.

His hand ran across your back, pulling you close to him as he took a step into you, your shirt slipping up so his palm splayed out on your skin, that sensation alone making you shiver in addition to how good it felt to have his lips on yours again.

Kisses grew more intense as each second ticked by, only pausing when he lifted your shirt over your head, and despite feeling so desperate, you both continued to keep every touch slow and careful.

His fingers pinched the clasp of your bra together to release it, moving the straps down your shoulders until it fell from your body, returning his hands to your arms where he trailed his fingertips up them to your neck and then down to your bare chest.

You found the buttons on his shirt, blindly unfastening each one until you were able to peel it open, feeling his smooth chest and the defined muscles of his torso, his warmth radiating out onto you.

Will reached up to take hold of your face, angling your head to press his tongue deeper in your mouth, stealing every bit of air from you in the process.

Breathe, your mind begged, but kissing him was better than breathing.

The rough material of his fatigues brushed against your nipples, making your breath hitch in your throat even more, your body moving to rub against him again to replicate the feeling.

You were rid of your pants and underwear next, leaving you naked while Will remained in his uniform, but the intoxicating feel of your skin on his bare chest let him know that he needed to have as much skin-on-skin contact as possible, and he tore the garment off his upper body quickly before moving to his pants.

Once you were bared to each other, you returned to your slow caresses, touching and exploring with light fingers and hands, your pleasure brought on purely by love.

You stopped kissing him for a moment, teasing your lips on his until you managed to whisper, your voice thick with lust.

“I need you, Will. I need you inside me.”

His nose nudged your cheek as he agreed with the nod of his head, his hands clasping your face again like he feared if he went too long without kissing you, you would vanish.

He took your hand and led you to the bed, sitting down on it and shifted back slightly where you followed, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, looking into his vibrantly blue eyes as he gazed at you lovingly.

His hands slid all along your back, bringing you closer to his body before they landed on your legs, guiding you to put them straight so they were behind him and you were seated flush against his lap.

You breathed out slowly as your forehead rested against his, feeling his cock settle at your folds, and when you moved your hips ever so slightly, you gasped at the sensation.

Will kissed along your jawline, his hands massaging your hips, ready to assist as you lifted yourself enough to reach between your bodies and take hold of his cock, guiding him to your entrance where you slowly sank onto his length.

Short, shuddered breaths were exchanged between you before you found each other’s lips again, and you gradually began to move together, finding a tempo that sang to you and helped display the love that had been missing.

Will held onto every part of you that he could, grasping at you as you rocked and rode him, his hips jutting up into yours in slow, meticulous thrusts to give you everything you needed, feeling your desperation grow while his did too.

Your clit rubbed against the coarse hairs above his cock, grinding until you were at the edge, the way your wet walls clenched around and encased him driving him to the brink what felt like faster than ever.

Even though you were both quick to arrive at your climaxes, nothing about it was rushed, savouring each movement to get there and not taking a single second for granted, every emotion felt transferred through your bodies.

Will kissed you hard, groaning into your mouth as he came undone, coating your walls and filling you completely with his hot cum that started to leak out of you as you continued to move on his shaft, your orgasm lagging just seconds behind.

Your fingers clawed at the back of his neck, scratching and digging into his flesh as your body took every bit of pleasure from him, the seal of your mouths breaking as you both panted for air, his head falling into the hollow of your neck while yours rested on the side of his, his hair soft on your cheek.

His mouth smeared wet across your collarbone as he moved his face, pressing sloppy, lazy kisses onto your skin as he continued to hold you close, feeling his chest and back expand and contract with each heavy breath while you kept your arms secured around him.

Will brought you with him as he laid down on his sheets, your bodies still connected, his fingertips tracing your hairline before he leaned toward you and kissed your lips again.

After a few more minutes of kissing, you tucked your face into his neck, your legs entwining with his, Will rolling over onto his back where he held your hand and brought it to rest on his chest.

A silent agreement seemed to settle between you to leave the talking until tomorrow, right now needing to simply be with each other, and like nothing had ever gone wrong, Will closed his eyes and fell asleep, his mind and body finding a peace he didn’t think he would ever have again.

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Part 8

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[callofdudes]

"Ghost?"

Blood spilled from your mouth. Pooling at the corner of your lips, your face twitching as the nerves bunched under sickly skin. Your eyes blown wide, rubbed red at the corners as blood slowly leaked down your uniform.

Tattered tactical vest and ruined hands. Bullet wounds spilling out from above your collar bones, your eyes centered on him.

"Ghost?"

Your voice washed over him again like a cold gush of water. Sea salt stinging into his eyes and cleaning out his lungs, making him choke before he got a moment of fresh breath.

He looked at you. Giving him a concerning look. Your eyebrows furrowed, soft gaze and warm skin reflecting your image. Your outfit clean and fitted, gloves tight to your knuckles, padded fingers touching his arm.

"You ok?" You ask, tilting your head the opposite, seeing his far off gaze.

You'd come to check on him after he didn't make it for dinner. You'd just come off a mission and you knew he would be starving even if he needed to wind down before properly getting a hearty meal. You'd come into his room on your own accord when he hadn't answered.

The place was strewn about, and he'd at least gotten out of his gear before crashing on his bed and going numb against the sheets.

He shook his head, shrugging off the damned imagery that always passed the realms of his mind and soaked into his brain. Taking over the pit inside his head.

It was getting worse. And off his medication, the flashbacks and the hallucinations were amping up.

He rubbed his temple and hung his head between his arms. Your concern rose and you moved closer and gently touched his shoulder.

"Can't think.... Too loud." He grimaced.

You watched his twitchy behavior. His pupils zoned out as his mind played tricks on him.

Blood gushing out from under his bed and between his feet. His socks are replaced by combat boots and grey sweatpants for cargos.

He breathed heavily and you continued to rub his shoulder. "Ghost..." You said softly in hopes to gently draw him back out. "Focus on me," Your touch sent little numbing shockwaves through his body.

He shuddered and twitched again. His room was dark and cold, ammo crates sloshed around through the rippling waves, blood soaking into every corner of the confining room they flooded faster and faster with cold water.

"I'm going to go get you some water and your medication, ok?"

He huffed, half listening, half not giving a crap. But you stood and moved back, it would only be a minute or two, he'd be fine in that time-

Ghost reached out and grabbed your wrist. You paused and turned to look at him where he twitched around. "Don't... Do that."

You frowned a little and drew yourself back over to him. "Do you want me to stay?"

He didn't look you directly in the eyes, and you could tell he was still half buried deep in his own treacherous thoughts.

"You're here anyway..." He muttered. A dismissive way of telling you not to go. So you didn't. You sat down on the bed next to him and placed your hand in his. He didn't fight it, he allowed you to be touchy.

You gently leaned toward him and rubbed his bicep. "You know you're here, right? Your room."

He grunted and shifted slightly. "dunno.."

You silently rubbed his bicep a bit longer before bringing his knuckles to your cheek. "It's cold in there, isn't it?"

"You're too damn warm..." He muttered. A small smile started on your lips, knowing he was still here.

"Well, I know I don't have to worry about you putting me out. You're like an ice box."

"Can't blame me for runnin' cold sergeant." He mumbled. His body leaned toward you, the fight in his tense body slowly giving in. You eased your arm around his back as you felt him start to give up.

"Well I certainly can't do that. I rather enjoy how cold you run. Makes for a nice ice box on a warm night."

He hummed a little in reply, his hips shifting and his body leaning fully into yours. "Ok... That's ok." You whispered and ran your hand over his head.

"I got you." You whispered again and slowly relaxed him back onto his bed, tugging his weight blanket up onto his shoulder.

"Y/n...." He muttered and slowly looked over at you, but you were there. "Still here," You continued to rub his shoulder reassuringly until his body gave in again. The wild runs of his imagination cut short by his body confronting the lack of sleep.

Before long he was out, eyes drifting closed slowly. The way he trusted you and leaned on you for guidance out of his own mind always touched you in a way you couldn't explain. Of all the people in the world, he loved and trusted you.

You leaned down and gently slid his mask off and laid it on the dresser. Running your hand slowly through his messy hair. He'd need a shower too, but, when he was ready.

You took the opportunity to rush out to the kitchen and get his medication with a glass of water, and lounged on his bed with a book, just in case he woke up, you'd still be there.

(Just a thing I started and never finished. Not entirely sure what it's supposed to be but hey, fluffy at least.)

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man 14

Fic Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

Chapter Summary: Corroded Coffin audition with Paige, and you take more than one risk.

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“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” You asked Eddie as the rest of Corroded Coffin piled out of the back of his van and started pulling out their instruments. You pulled your jacket closer around you, trying to shield yourself from the bitter wind right outside of Live Mike Studios. “I’m really not trying to be the Yono Oko here.” 

“You’re fine.” Eddie reassured you for probably the hundredth time in the past two weeks. “You’re just here for moral support, and to show Paige and her suits that we have at least one fan.” He handed you his guitar case and you slung it over your shoulder as he grabbed the amp while the others were grabbing Gareth’s drum set and hauling it inside. 

“Do you need the amp?” you asked.

He stopped for a moment, his brows furrowed and then set it back down in the back of the van. “Right. They’ll have one inside.”

“I mean, we’re at a recording studio. It makes sense.” You replied as Eddie shut the van door and turned back to you. In the few moments he had been out in the cold, his nose and cheeks had turned red which only added to the anxiousness in his eyes. 

Eddie said it was fine for you to be here, so you decided that at this point it there was no use arguing. Actually, that point probably came about an hour ago when he picked you up, kicked Jeff into the back of the van and had you sit up front next to him as you drove out of Hawkins to the studio where Corroded Coffin would be meeting with Paige and her people. 

You were a little intimidated to meet Eddie’s ex, especially since she held the future of your... boyfriend?  Eddie in the palm of her hands. It had been only a few weeks since that night in his trailer, but things had been going surprisingly smoothly all things considered. There had been no more miscommunication, no faking intoxication to get rides home, and the deal you had with Steve was dead and buried. 

The only thing that seemed to hang between you and Eddie was that you two hadn’t talked about what you two were or might be. That was one thing you never could wrap your head around when Steve talked about going on dates. He’d be going on multiple dates with different women, but he said it was all casual right now. That he was dating, but it wasn’t like he had a girlfriend yet.   

You couldn’t imagine dating more than one person at a time. Steve said you were thinking about it too hard, you said you didn’t want to hear that from him. Steve said that you clearly were doing well with Eddie, so you didn’t need to worry about dating anymore. You said that you still didn’t fully understand the difference between dating and being boyfriend and girlfriend. Steve said if it bugged you that much then to just talk to him about it. You threw an empty receipt roll at him for daring to give you good advice for once. 

There hadn’t been a good time to bring it up yet. After that chat with Steve, Eddie had announced that Corroded Coffin had an official audition with Left Turn Media. This meant that Eddie’s time had been all but completely been consumed by band practice, school, and work at the Hideout. 

Not that he hadn’t made time for you, of course. Eddie had picked you up and dropped you off every shift he had at the Hideout where Bev promised that he could play. It turns out that possibly being signed got the band more stage time. Not much, but more than just the usual half-hour per week that was allotted to them. 

He spent his nights with you, coming over after school or work to hang out in your shitty little apartment that was still decorated for Halloween because you hadn’t had the time to take them down. Eddie said that he liked the decorations, and that he thought it was pretty metal that you went so hard for the holiday, which only encouraged your laziness in taking everything down. 

Things were going well, and your crush on Eddie only grew more by the day. You didn’t want to mess anything up with him by moving too fast. 

Besides, today wasn’t about that. Today was about Corroded Coffin and their audition with Paige. Eddie had been worried about this for weeks now, even though you had said several times that this audition felt like a formality and that Paige seemed to really want to have him on board. 

Eddie didn’t seem entirely convinced, pointing out that the last time they auditioned WR Records had wanted only him, and didn’t want Corroded Coffin as a whole. 

Everyone made it inside the studio, instruments in hand. Eddie had taken his guitar back and you assisted with bringing in the drumset to set up in the recording booth. The band looked around in awe at the interior, despite how simply laid out it was. There was a palpable excitement within the group as this moment became more and more real. 

“Eddie!” A girl with freckles and dark hair walked out into the lobby to greet you all. This had to be Paige. 

You stood to the side as Eddie and Paige hugged awkwardly, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Paige then went to the remaining members and shook their hands and introduced herself. The only other person she seemed to already know was Jeff. Eddie had mentioned that he had been the only one truly around for the first audition. 

Then she turned to you, and looked you up and down for a split second before offering her hand out. 

“I’m Paige, you must be the girl Eddie mentioned.” She said. 

You took her hand and told her your name. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

The girl Eddie had mentioned. Not girlfriend or the girl he was seeing. Dammit, you really needed to get out of your own head about that. That was a conversation for later, not right now. You and Eddie were dating, that was a fact. Eddie had turned down this girl to date you. 

But seeing the way Paige interacted with everyone, doubt crept into your mind as to why. Paige was pretty, there was no denying that. Her outfit was the perfect combination of professional and alternative and here she was, offing the guy you were dating everything he ever wanted. 

Then there was you, at your dead end job as the assistant managed of a retail store, wearing clothing you still wore in high school and completely clueless as to what the fuck you were supposed to do with your life and where you were supposed to be. 

Eddie and Paige belonged in music, anyone with two working brain cells could see that. Paige led everyone to the back area where there were several people waiting at the recording console. A few were in suits and a few looked like they had just crawled out of bed and staggered over. 

You weren’t sure which were more intimidating. 

“There’s some coffee and water on the table, if you’d like to grab something while we talk to the band.” Paige said with a smile. 

“Right, yeah.” You nodded and just as you were about to turn away, you felt someone grab your hand. 

Eddie gave your hand a squeeze and you swallowed any insecurity and gave him your best reassuring smile. 

“You got this.” you said, and leaned in to kiss his cheek before you realized what you were doing. You didn’t look at him as you made your way to the small coffee station and grabbed yourself some water. Your stomach was already tied up in knots and you were sure that coffee would turn your inside to liquid right now. 

You took a seat on a couch and watched as Eddie introduced himself and the band to the people in the room. Eddie’s skin looked pale with nerves, but other than that you would have thought that he had done this a hundred times. There was something about him that always exuded confidence, even when he was nervous. 

After everyone had shaken hands, Paige took over and led a few people in suits and at least one person in the beat up AC/DC t-shirt into a back room. Eddie turned to his band and nodded, and everyone filed into the booth to set everything up. 

The next hour was warm up and sound checks. The guy at the mixing booth kept muttering to himself and then giving directions in the microphone for everyone to hear him. Each time Eddie would nod and someone would adjust their instrument or play a sample. 

After about ten minutes of this, they launched into a warm up cover of an old Dio song, which they played twice, followed by the song they were actually going to audition with. 

You wished you could hear them, in the soundproof booth you could only see them playing their instruments. You almost got up to ask the guy at the booth for an extra set of headphones so that you could hear how they sounded. Based off of what you were seeing though... you weren’t confident that they were at their best. Eddie kept stopping them, and would either say something to the guy running the booth or to the rest of the band.

After about a half hour of this, the guy in the booth called for a break. Eddie was the first to set down his guitar and walk out, not looking at you as he made his way out to the hallway. You followed him instinctively, not looking the look on his face. 

In the hallway, Eddie was bonking his head against a vending machine, making the chips and candies inside rattle. 

“You know, a quarter would be easier to get something out.” you said, walking over to him. 

Eddie looked up at you, his fringe plastered to his forehead from sweat. “I think I’m losing it.” he said. “I can’t seem to get us together to play the way we should. We either sound like we’ve never been on a stage or too polished. This happened last time too.” 

“Have you tried imagining the audience in their underwear?” you offered. 

“The only person watching is the guy in the booth. He’s not the scary part.” Eddie turned his back to the machine and leaned against it. 

“What’s the scary part?” 

“Everything else.” He rubbed his face with a deep sigh. “Paige, getting a deal, letting my band down again... I can’t shake it.” 

“Whatever happened last time was a big deal, huh?” you said, placing a hand on his arm. You felt how tense he was, which worried you. 

“You have no idea.” he shook his head, dropping his hands. “Last time was a fever dream. It... fuck it’s hard to explain. Everyone kept telling me how real I was, that I had what it took to make it. I was going to meet all these major executives for a major label and I blew it. Now, I’m trying again and this time- this is gonna sound so fucking stupid.”

“I won’t judge.” you promised.

“This feels more real than last time and it’s throwing me off.” He admitted, his body sagging against the vending machine. “An instant record deal with the biggest company for metal? It felt like a goddamn fever dream where I was somebody. I did shit I wasn’t proud of to get there, and now I’m trying to do things right for once and I feel like I want to book it out of here screaming.” 

You grabbed his hand and his froze for a moment before squeezing it. 

“You know, I don’t think you should run away.” you said, looking at him. “Only one of us can be a p ussy, and I already took that title in 8th grade.”  

Eddie’s head snapped from the distance to your face, eyes wide. “What?”

“I mean, think about it. You’ve been playing for years at the Hideout, you rock. You know it, I know it, Paige knows it, and I suspect the rest of your band might know it too. You’ve gone this far, you might as well try. What’s the worst that can happen at this point?”

“You-” Eddie stared at you for a second, trying to decide how to respond. You didn’t blame him, you had just started talking at him hoping that something would stick. “...I guess the worst thing is that I could be a pussy for running away.”

“Yeah, and I already claimed that title and already ran away from an audition. We can’t both blow it, Eddie.” you nudged him. “We can’t be that couple that has to constantly copy each other and do things exactly the same. Don’t be a copy cat.”

You could swear there was a slight blush on his cheeks under the glow of the vending machine. “You’re a weirdo.”

“And you’re a freak. The music world is full of freaks. Go in there and get freaky or something.” 

You felt him relax next to you and he pushed himself off the vending machine to face you. “Thanks.” he said and leaned down and kissed you. 

You squeezed his hand as you returned the kiss, and he let his lips linger a bit longer than necessary before there was a cough from the doorway. 

Eddie pulled back and you both looked over to see Paige staring at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Are you ready?” she asked, glancing between the two of you before landing on Eddie. 

Right when you were going to let go of his hand, he squeezed yours tighter and started walking towards Paige. “Yeah, I’m ready.” 

Once he was back in the booth, all eyes were on Eddie as he picked up his guitar and put it on. The men that Paige had been talking to were now in the room, huddled around the panel. One of the guys in jeans was setting up a camera in the recording room, making sure everyone was in frame. 

This time, you made your way to the front as well. It was a bit crowded, but you stood next to Paige with your feet firmly planted on the ground. You were not going to be intimidated by Eddie’s perfect ex after she’d caught the two of you kissing in the hallway. 

Paige leaned in and took the mic to talk to the band. “Alright, whenever you’re ready guys.” she said. 

Okay, maybe you could be a little intimidated. But that doesn’t mean you were going to run away or shrink yourself down. 

This time, you could hear the band from inside the recording room. You saw Eddie turn to Gareth and nod, and in return the drummer counted everyone off. 

The first take was better than what they had shown during warm up. They got through the first verse before one of the men in the suits leaned over to whisper something to Paige that you couldn’t make out before she called for Corroded Coffin to pause. 

Eddie looked over through the window, and any fear on his face had been replaced with all business. Paige gave them a note about their pacing and Eddie nodded and they started up from the beginning. 

This went on for about a half hour with the band playing and then being stopped for notes. Each note was being taken to heart, and with each take they were getting better. 

Which only confused you more when they couldn’t go through a full song without being stopped for some note. You could tell that everyone was getting confused and frustrated that each time they started they had to stop for some reason or another. 

“They’re too polished.” One of the men muttered, looking at Paige. “They look like shit, but they’re playing like a high school marching band.” 

You held back any amusement at the idea of Eddie in that stupid green marching band uniform with the feathered cap. 

Paige sighed, and looked at Eddie with furrowed brows, and gave him another note into the mic. Something was... off. These guys were giving Corroded Coffin note after note, but that wasn’t going to unlock what they really needed. 

“Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Corroded Coffin and we’re here to make you feel like you’re fighting demons in hell!”“

You remembered that first night you had sat and watched them play at the Hideout. That’s what Corroded Coffin was supposed to feel like. They were supposed to be wild and raw, and make you feel like you were fighting in hell. 

Notes from a bunch of suits weren’t going to do that. 

What you were about to do was probably going to overstep so many boundaries, but your impulse control was thrown out the window. 

Taking a step back, you looked at each of the members of the band, trying to decide which one looked the most frustrated. Eddie looked stiff, Zack was fiddling nervously with his guitar, Jeff actually looked the least bothered... and then there was Gareth. Gareth looked like he was trying to burn a hole in his snare drum from the way he was glaring at it. 

Making sure that none of the suits were paying attention to you, you waved your arm at Gareth. He looked up at you confused, probably wondering why the hell you were looking at him right now. You hoped this worked, and you hoped that they’d forgive you for this later. 

“Hey.” you mouthed to the kid. “Fuck you.” 

Gareth blinked and his eyes went wide. He leaned back slightly, staring at you looking offended. 

You gave him your best. ‘Yeah, I said it. What are you gonna do about it?’ face. His grip on the drumsticks tightened as he glared at you. 

You yawned and glanced over at Zack, making eye contact with him. You hated doing this, and knew this was a shot in the dark to give these dumb suits what they wanted. You crossed your arms and looked him up and down, with a condescending smirk, mimicking the way that the popular girls used to look at you. 

You saw him mouth ‘What the hell?’ and this seemed to catch Paige’s attention for a second as she glanced at you while the suits were still muttering to themselves, oblivious to how two of the members of the band were now looking at you like you’d lost your mind. 

Jeff looked over at Gareth and then followed the line of sight to you. He just snorted and shook his head, his fingers absently walking along the strings of his bass. You had a feeling that provoking him wouldn’t do anything, so you looked at Eddie. 

He still looked stiff as he stared at the men watching him. Thankfully it was Jeff who walked over and nudged him and tilted his head towards you. 

There was a serious look in his eyes for a moment before he blinked and his expression softened. You smiled at Eddie. He smiled back. 

Then you pointed at yourself and then at him, earning a confused look as you pretended to dig into your pocket and pulled something out. Once your fist was in view of him, you shot your middle finger up at him. 

His head tilted down, and his eyes widened as you flipped him off. You pretended to dig into your other pocket and presented him with two birds for the price of one. 

“Freak.” you mouthed to him. 

You saw the way his grip tightened on the neck of his guitar and he looked back at his band. They all looked annoyed as they waited for the suits to let them know they could play again. 

Eddie looked at each of them and nodded before turning back to the mic. 

Gareth didn’t even wait for the signal before counting them off and starting their song. They were off, their music blaring through the room at an intensity and rawness that you’d seen at the Hideout, and that night at the talent show so many years ago. 

The suits looked shocked that they had started again so suddenly, but a glance at the men made it clear that they could see exactly what you saw. You took another step back, not wanting to interfere anymore than you already have. 

“Alright, I’m jealous.” Paige said, stepping next to you. 

That... was unexpected. You looked at her, but she was staring at the band with her arms crossed. 

“Sorry?” 

“If all it took was you flipping them off, I would have asked you to do that first.” Paige said. 

“They just needed something to snap them out of their nerves. They play better when they’re not being studied like bugs.” you shrugged, your breath catching slightly as you watched Eddie play. How the fuck did you manage to land a guy as hot as him? 

Paige was watching his as well with a thoughtful expression on her face. The suits had quickly shut up and were now watching Corroded Coffin with the attention they deserved. 

“I had my doubts about the new line up.” Paige admitted. “The first time, it was only Eddie that anyone was interested in.”

Even you? Is what you wanted to ask, but you held your tongue. 

“He works better with them.” she continued. “And with you.”

You glanced at her, but Paige just kept her eyes on the band as they played. 

“I don’t think he ever looked at me like that when we were together.” Paige continued, the corners of her mouth turning up. 

“Like how....?” you managed to asked, thrown for a loop at the turn of this conversation. 

“Like you’re a real person. A friend. A girlfriend.” Paige shrugged. “We had fun, and wanted the same thing but... I don’t think he really saw me. And I don’t think I really saw him.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you kept your mouth shut as Corroded Coffin finished the song with a fire in their eyes. 

There was muttering between the men and the guy who had been in charge of the camera nodded. 

“That was great guys,” one of the men said in to the mic. “Now can you do that again with that AC/DC song-”

Before he could even finish, Gareth was counting them off and they started playing again. This time all the men chuckled at the enthusiasm. 

“You know, we already got the take we wanted.” The recording guy said. 

“I know, but I wanted to hear them play this one. It’s my favorite song.” the suit shrugged. 

“Are you really banking their audition on how well they can cover your favorite song?” Paige asked. 

“Not officially, but it helps.”

With the way the band was playing, you had a feeling this extra credit wouldn’t be a problem. Now that they had found their footing they were now taking off, looking like they were fucking flying as they ran through the song. 

A few requests later from the men, and the boys finally were able to file out of the recording booth, flushed beaming.

The men in the suits shook everyone’s hand with a promise that they will be in touch soon with an offer. 

“And offer...?” Eddie asked. “Wait does that mean-?” He looked between the suit and Paige quickly. 

Paige smiled at him. “I always had every intention of signing you, but we’ll need to talk business to decide on how we can market you all.”

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes wide. It was like it was just now occurring to them that this was really happening. That they had auditioned and were liked. 

“Oh fuck, my mom is gonna freak.” Gareth said, his eyes wide. You had a sneaking suspicion that Gareth may not have told him parents that he was doing this. 

After a few more handshakes and gathering everyone’s contact information, everyone broke down their instruments and started heading to the parking lot. 

“Holy shit.” Jeff was the first one to say anything as they stepped outside of the studio. “Did that really just happen?” 

Eddie, looking a little shell shocked, opened the back of his van and helped put Gareth’s drum set inside. It was silent for a few moments as they all put away their instruments in the back of the van. Eddie turned to look at his friends, who were all staring at their leader for confirmation that what just happened was real. 

You watched as Eddie looked at each of his band mates, his face firm for a moment before breaking out into a wide smile.

“WE DID IT!” He yelled, nearly jumping three feet in the air. The rest of the band followed suit, screaming and cheering and jumping up and down and grabbing onto each other. 

Their joy was contagious, and you watched as they celebrated, your own heart swelling with joy at seeing them succeed. Though you had only known them for a few short months, you couldn’t be more proud of them. 

Firm hands grabbed your shoulders and started shaking you, and you let out a surprised cry, gripping onto Gareth's arms. 

“What the fuck was that about in there?” He asked, laughing his ass off. “We’re in the middle of the most important audition of our lives, and you tell me to fuck off?!”

“Actually, I said fuck you.” you clarified as he shook you again. 

“Yeah, what the hell was with that look you gave me?” Zack asked. 

“You guys weren’t getting anywhere with what those guys were saying- Gareth please I’m gonna puke if you keep shaking me!” you said, and Eddie came to your rescue, pulling the drummer off you. 

His arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you in close. “We should be thanking her. She’s our biggest fan and she knew that the best way to get us out of our heads was to piss us off.” 

“I’m just glad it worked. I was really worried that I’d just make you all mad at me instead.” you admitted. 

“We’ll forgive you this time.” Jeff laughed. 

“So now what do we do?” Zack asked. “We just wait for them to call us back?”

“Basically.” Eddie said. “This is gonna be the waiting game for a while. Paige said that they’re still setting up the real studio.”

“The real studio?!” Zack stared at Eddie with his jaw hanging open. 

“I’m sorry, was that a fucking fake studio?” Gareth stared hard at Eddie. “Were we playing for a bunch of fake men in fake suits with fake notes?!”

“No, Gareth the Great, that’s not what happened.” Eddie used his free hand to ruffle the younger kids' curls. “Paige is setting up a studio for Left Turn media around here. She said it won’t be done until next summer.” 

“Dammit, I was hoping that meant we could quit school and focus on the music like you said the first time.” Jeff laughed. 

You looked at Eddie with a raised eyebrow and he shot Jeff a look. “If I have to stick with it, so do all of you.” He said firmly. 

“Dammit.” Gareth muttered. 

A chilled gust of wind cut through you like a knife and you found yourself moving closer to Eddie to steal his warmth and he pulled you closer. 

The drive to drop everyone off back at home in reality was filled with excitement as they all discussed what had just happened. Once they all remembered that you were watching from the other side of the booth, you were bombarded with questions on what the suits had said that they couldn’t hear. You answered everything as best as you could remember, still thinking about how Paige had admitted jealousy towards you of all people. Of course, that’s not something that they would actually care about. 

“They said you all look like shit.” you said from the front seat. “But I think that was a good thing. When you guys were sucking they said you sounded like a high school marching band.” 

This critique was met with yelling and denial but you held your hands up. “Don’t look at me, I’m just a fly on the wall. They shut up pretty fast when you got your shit together though. Also the one in the tan suit liked your cover of Highway to Hell. That scored you points because it was his favorite song.” 

By the time you all entered Hawkins again, they had exhausted every last ounce of information from you. Talks of the audition had been exchanged for dreams of grandeur and what it would be like to be big time rockstars. One by one the band was dropped off, hope in their eyes with the idea that this was the start of something big. 

Once at your apartment, Eddie collapsed on the sofa face first. You smiled and went to the kitchen and brought him a beer. It took a bit of coaxing but he finally sat up and took a long drink from the bottle and smiled at you. 

“Holy shit.” he said. 

“Holy shit.” you echoed. 

“I feel like I’m on top of the world and like I just walked all the way to Mordor.” Eddie shook his head, that smile never fading. 

“Nerd.” you said affectionately, leaning against him. “You did great, Eddie. I’m really proud of you.”

“Yeah?” he looked into your eyes. “I’m... I’m proud of me, too.” 

“You should be, you kicked ass.” You smiled at him. “And they’re gonna come back with a million dollar deal where you get to keep your master copies, get insane royalties, and get you set up with a world tour right away. You’re gonna chart at number one for weeks and you’ll get so popular everyone’s gonna get sick of you within two months.”

Eddie let out a laugh “Everyone’s already sick of me.”

“See? You’re already ahead of schedule. Good for you.” Eddie just laughed and shook his head. “...Not everyone is sick of you.”

Eddie’s hand moved to the back of your neck and rubbed the skin there absently, making goosebumps prickle your skin. “Most of this town is.” He said after a while. 

“Most isn’t all.” you countered. “I’m not sick of you.” 

“A brave woman. You should get a medal for dating the town freak. Most girls run away screaming by now.” He joked. 

“Pfff, you wish you were as scary as your reputation. I’ve been more intimidated by suburban moms at Family Video.”

“Sweetheart, you’re hurting my feelings.” He set his beer down and pulled you in closer. “If word gets out that I’m not the mean satanic spawn everyone thinks I am, then no one will take my music seriously.” 

“I’d make fun of you and point out that you put a lot of D&D references in your songs, but I’ll be nice.”

“I’d hope my girlfriend would be nice to me.” There was a waiver in the keyword in his sentence that you didn’t miss. 

Your heart made a weird thumping movement in your chest and you stared at him. “...Girlfriend?” You managed to choke out. 

Eddie stared at you for a moment, looking as though he had royally screwed up. You felt that arm around you twitch as he decided if he should pull away or not. 

“Yeah I uh...” he stumbled. “Thought maybe since you weren’t seeing anyone else and I wasn’t seeing anyone else-”

“I’d love to.” you said, your whole body felt like fireworks were going off. “I mean, if you’re good with it. I just assumed you’d at least keep me around as a groupie.”

Eddie doubled over laughing, his hair moving wildly as he shook his head. “Groupie implies that I’m going to share you with the band, and there is no way in hell I’m doing that.” 

“Oh good!” you let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “Because, between you and me, Gareth is just a tad young for me.” 

“Not into Juniors?” Eddie asked. 

“I generally don’t date high school students at all, but there are exceptions to every rule.” you said, crawling onto his lap and straddling him. His hands moved to rest on your hips and he looked up at you. 

“Listen about that I-” he started, but you cut him off. 

“I’m not gonna judge.” you said. “I had summer school every single year of middle school and sophomore year. It doesn’t change anything.” 

Eddie kept staring at you and took a deep breath. “...I sell drugs.”

Ok, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You stared at him blankly and looked him over. “What do you sell?”

“Are you looking to make a deal, or should I be careful how I answer that?” 

“I’m just looking for honesty.” you said. 

“Weed mostly.” Eddie ran one of his hands through his hair, his rings getting tangled in the curls for a moment. He struggled to break free as he continued. “Bennies... Special K....” 

“I take it that’s not a breakfast cereal.” you said, helping him free his tresses from the heavy rings. 

“No, not exactly.” Despite his wry answer, there was quiet laughter in his voice. 

“I guess it could be worse.” you said. 

“I just want you to know who I am before getting into something you might not want.” Eddie said, his fingers messing with the fabric on your thighs now that they were free from his hair. 

“Eddie,” you cupped his jaw and looked at him. “I like you. You like me. Stop trying to get me to dump you 2 minutes after calling me your girlfriend.” 

“Shit, sorry.” He sighed. “Yeah, I’m being a total dumbass right now, aren’t I?” 

“Only a little.” You dropped your hands onto his shoulders. 

“I know I’m not exactly the biggest catch. I’m a 6th year senior who’s already dropped out once, and a lot of people here think I'm some sort of Devil worshiper.” Eddie leaned back on the couch. “I’m just saying that dating me might not be the easiest.” 

“I’m in if you are.” you said, leaning over him, letting your fingers slide down his chest slowly. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the doubt in his eyes immediately turn into Boy Brain at your wandering digits. “Are you in?”

His eyes darted down to your hands and then to your eyes and then to your lips. It was a little funny seeing him struggle internally with what you were offering. 

Eddie blinked and snapped out of that daze for a moment before nodding. “I’m in.” 

“Good.” you leaned in and kissed him. “No take backs.”

Eddie leaned up and met your lips in another kiss, deeper than before. His arms moved from your hips to slide around your waist and pulled you closer. You moved your hands back up to wrap around his neck so you could press your body against his. 

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, losing yourselves in each other as the rest of the word seemed to disappear. When you felt his hand slowly slide up your torso, stopping just below your breast, he pulled back and looked at you. 

“Is this uh... do you mind if...?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at how surprisingly polite he was being. The two of you had made out a few times, but hadn’t exactly taken that next step yet. Not that you hadn’t wanted to, and by the way you shifted and felt that insistent tent in his pants you didn’t think he’d have any objections. 

“Do you want to take this to my room?” you asked. “You can stay here tonight, if you want.” 

Eddie’s expression shifted into a sly smile. “Normally, I’d ask you to buy me dinner first, but you did that already a few times over.”

“Well, then I guess you owe me a few times over.” you smirked. 

“Good thing we have all night.” Eddie stood up as you slipped off of his lap, taking your hand in his. 

“Think you can go all night? Sure you aren’t wiped out from your big audition?” You teased him as you led him to your room. 

“Well, according to you I’m a hotshot rock god who’s about to go on a world tour.” Eddie closed the door and followed you to your bed where you laid down. He pulled his shirt off and crawled on top of you, the pick around his neck sticking to his skin. “If I can jump around on stage for hours and satisfy a stadium of adoring fans I’m sure I can satisfy my girlfriend.” 

“I like the sound of that.” you said, before pulling him into a deep kiss. 

Outside, a layer of snow started to dust the ground, but thee two of you had no trouble keeping warm for the rest of the night. 

a/n: I had a very long think about whether or not to add smut to this story and came to the unfortunate conclusion that it felt weird to add after such a chaste story. HOWEVER, with the series coming to a close within the next 2-3 chapters, I do plan on writing a few side stories. If you all ask REALLY NICE (ie: If at least one person says it lol) I will write smut for Eddie and Reader as a one shot.

We're really coming up on the end here, folks. I really can't believe that you all have stuck around this long. It's been almost a year since I started this story, and I really can't wait to see how this all wraps up! Yes, I know I'm the author, but that means absolutely nothing.

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[mayapapaya33]

I hope in the animated mighty nein show they keep Nott repeatedly endangering/ killing Caduseus with her recklessness with the exploding arrows (or at least have the one big moment). I also hope they do a bit more with it in the show, like some sort of mild confrontation about her behavior. Idk, Caduceus is so kind, maybe there could be slightly more emphasis on it considering she LITERALLY KILLED HIM lmfao. (C2 E55 4:03:40)

Maybe one of the others could be like wtf? You killed Caduceus! holy shit! And then the two of them could have a nice chat like they did when Taliesin got back (I so wish he hadn't been absent that next episode, but it is what it is). Percy got punched in the face by Vax for forgetting to check for traps, which accidentally killed Vex, which they very much amped up for the animation into him coaxing her into being reckless. Veth ACTIVELY exploded Caduceus to death because she wasn't paying attention to where she aimed or collateral damage radius to her weapon! They've gotta play with that!

It can also set up a pattern of recklessness that pays off in the fact that she very much got herself killed fucking around dismantling deadly traps. I don't remember if she was drunk or nott; C2 E83 (3:19:15) AND how later on her and Jester being loud and reckless endangered her both their friends and families and got Veth's son killed. I'm not still salty about C2 E129 no siree, I'm not still irritated that Veth and Jester couldn't sit still for 10 fucking minutes to let Caleb cast the dome, nope, not me lmfao. (Speaking of life lessons I hope they emphasize a little harder in the animated show, Marion and Yeza are waaaaaay too nice hahaha. Also they didn't really know it was 100% Jester and Veth's fault but I digress). Combined with her arc about alcoholism and self worth I can see a really great storyline. Those are very strong, interesting themes to write about.

Maybe she goes on a mini bender out of guilt for hurting Caduceus after or something, or just some actual conversations between the characters about it, anything really to have it in the narrative. That death is when he gets his first in campaign major vision from the Wildmother as well, so that would be very interesting to see. Especially if they manage to preserve the blink and you miss it information buried in a beautiful conversation with his sister later on that he used to eat lilies (which are poisonous plants irl) to try to talk to the Wildmother when he was all alone. Campaign 2, Episode 130 (2:37:32) The subtle tragedy of his loneliness and isolated devotion are so slept on sometimes so I really hope it's addressed more.

They said they were changing things; that's one of the things I hope gets fleshed out a bit more. Taliesin really played support for most of C2 and he did it wonderfully, but I hope they take the opportunity to bring some of his more subtle character journey to the forefront for the show.

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S05E11 Sam, Interrupted

Huh! You know that starting scene where Dean tries to get Sam admitted to the psychiatrist facility and instead of lying they tell the truth about the apocalypse? So not only Dean didn't say that the apocalypse was his fault too, he straight up exposed Sam's demon blood drinking habit to a stranger?? Just a few episodes ago a couple of hunters tried to force feed Sam demon blood and here is big brother Dean broadcasting it to a doctor??

when we talk about Sam's loss of bodily autonomy, how come no one mentions the gropey examination of the nurse/wraith?

Doesn't Sam just look extra delicious in this episode?! I don't know if it's the setting or the hair or the minimal layer or that white t shirt but oh my damn I wanna dip him in chocolate and eat him up

Not surprised Dean's shrink is a hot doctor

Sam, honey, no! We don't poke swabs into holes found on dead bodies or cut open their skull 💀

Pudding! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wendy wanting Sam for all right reasons! Right there with ya, sis! (Although, that's twice Sam got assaulted, so there's that)

I love Sam's rage arc in this episode. Now for most of the show we have seen Dean being the one with anger issues but I found Sam's rage quite interesting. The whole mental asylum effect aside, but Sam's rage is more self destructive in nature unlike Dean where Sam ends up being his punching bag. All the wrong decisions he made affected him more than anyone else: like drinking demon blood for example

Loopy Sam is so cute! Like a toasty marshmallow!! Speaking of loopy Sam, i always felt Sam telling Dean it's okay and he still loves him felt kinda out of place until I saw this scene twice. Just before Sam says that Dean tells him that he made a mistake and he'll handle it. That got me thinking, anytime Sam screwed up Dean wouldn't let him hear the end of it. So Sam is basically just trying to treat him in a way he probably would have wanted to be treated..

Anyone remember that post I made about Jared using different voices for his character?? It's very evident when you see the loopy Sam scene. It's not Sam's voice he is talking in, it's more Jared, loud, chirpy, rough around the edges

Boop! And that cute chuckle that follows it 🥰

So Sam and Rowena both have booped Dean. How come no one ever booped Sam?! Sucha cute boopable nose he has got

That conversation between Sam and the doctor is so tragic, i absolutely love it. It's so sad that everyone points out that Sam is not human, he's a freak and it's even worse when Sam admits to it. I hate it so much that I love it!

What's also interesting is that right after the doc points out that Sam is barely human, his brain sort of holds onto that thought and then when he hallucinates everyone is calling him a freak and blaming it all on him. Kinda like the wraith's effect amped it up

His "leave me alones" are so tragic. Oh Sam!

Y'all don't underStand just how important Sam Winchester locked up in a padded cell is to me. I need multiple fics written on that theme. Somebody write it!!!

what will it take for someone to get a bigger bad for this man?! 😭 If it wasn't for the bent knees his footsies would hang off

Dean being squeamish about the wraith's -stinger is it?- Will never be not funny

It's so freaking sad that everyone gaslights Sam into believing that the problem is him. He is inherently bad. Oh Sam!

Dean, sweetie, I know you mean well but please keep your advice to yourself. Shoving or burying down that crap is not best way to cope

Where is the "I want him now, he's larger" gif when you need it?!

[13as07]

Elegant #2

(Shino Aburame Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to uttttate]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,948

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Subby Boy Shino

Handjob

Bedroom Toys: Vibrator

Begging

Oral (Fe/male Receiving)

Orgasm Denial

Nick Names: Good Boy, Mutt

Creampie

Breeding Kink

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     I can hear the buzzing of Shino's kikaichus from the bathroom, their wings flapping in response to their master's anxiety. "Ladybug?" He calls again, his impatience shining through as I adjust my lingerie. "Are you done changing yet?"

     With tonight being a special night, I decided to buy something new for the celebration. It's a pure white babydoll dress, string panties underneath the see-through material, and a short veil clipped into my hair again. Not my style but it's in the spirit of the day. Besides, Shino is going to be so flustered, it's going to be so adorable. "Yes, Love," I call back, fixing the veil again before I open the bathroom door.

     I make my way into the bedroom, taking the time to model in the doorway. As predicted, Shino's cheeks shift from his usual paleness to a soft pink to a bright red. "You... I... um..." he stutters, the lack of his sunglasses giving away his jumping sights.

"Do you like it?" I ask softly, taking slow steps into the room. Shino is sitting on the edge of the bed, with nothing but his very strained boxers on, giving me the answer to my question. "I'm waiting for an answer," I push, using my leg to spread his legs apart before I settle on my knees between them. "Do you like my new set?" I ask slower this time, rubbing my hand over the tent in his pants, making sure my touches are feather-light.

Shino shakes his head quickly, eyes jumping from my face to the hand toying with him. "I can't hear your head shake, Love."

"Yes," he breathes out, voice airy as his chest pumps faster. "You look... very elegant," he mutters, leaning back on his hands with his head tilted back as well.

"Thank you, Love," I coo, toying with the waistband of his boxers. "What should we do with our night?" I teasingly ask, knowing it's difficult for Shino to use his words.

"What?" He almost whines, head flipping up to look at me. "Ladybug... we're..." he lets out a huff, eyes intense as he looks down at me.

"We're what?" I continue, tugging his boxers down enough to let his penis spring out. I let my fingertip slide over his tip, keeping my touch light as I toy with his slit. "What do you want me to do?"

Shino looks like he's going to burst as his mouth stumbles, unable to form a sentence let alone a single word for a moment. "Y... you can... you can't... Ladybug?"

"I don't know what you want, Shino. I can't read your mind, you need to tell me." Again, he stumbles incoherent mumbles falling from him but no words to be found. "Well, since you don't want to do anything, I'll just take care of myself," I say, cutting off his mutters, and placing a sloppy kiss on his tip before I climb to my feet.

"Ladybug," he whines, blinking repeatedly as he watches my movements.

"Shino," I hum, crawling onto the bed. I situate myself, head resting on our pillows as I stretch out. I tug the nightstand drawer open, feeling around for my toy. When I find it, I tug it out, situating it between my legs before I turn it on. I use my vibrator to toy with myself through my underwear, quickly amping myself up as I play.

     "Ladybug," he calls again, moving around the bed so he can hover over me. "Don't do that."

     "Why?" I mutter, shoving my panties out of the way so I can press my toy against myself.

     Shino huffs, his long fingers wrapping around the wrist buried between my thighs. His eyes jump from my face to peak between my legs. "Knock it off," he tries again, using his hold on me to shake my hand.

     "Why?" I ask again between soft moans, my orgasm slowly building up.

     "The reason... the reason..." he puffs his pink cheeks out, the words caught in his throat. "I want to... stop it," Shino whines again, tugging my hand - and the toy I'm holding - away from my pussy.

     "Shino," I complain, the orgasm that was about to bust lost because of my whiney husband. "I already told you, that if you aren't going to tell me what you want, I'm going to take care of myself."

     "I want to..." he mumbles, eyes everting the fake glare I'm sending him. 

      "You want to what?" Shino lets out a mumble low enough that I catch the gist of what he wants but not loud enough that I can make out his words. "I can't hear you," I tell him, using my free hand to grip his face, forcing him to look at me.

     "I want to make you finish," he repeats a little louder this time, eyes still avoiding mine.

     "Ya, Love?" I ask, running my thumb over his bottom lip. His head eagerly shakes in agreement, eyes set on mine now. "How do you want to do that?"

     "I just... I want to... please?" Shino stutters out, eyes back to bouncing around my body.

     "Please what? What do you want to do to me?"

     "I want... you should let me... you... Ladybug?" A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as he struggles to form his words. I love seeing my oh-so-put-together partner fall apart over something as simple as asking to eat me out.

"What do you want, Love?" I ask again, dropping my hold on his face.

My fingers dip into my folds, coating them in my juices before I wrap them around Shino's dick. I slowly pump him, lathering his dick as my fingers slide up and down. "I want..." he starts again, his hold on my wrist tighter and his breath picking up again. "Please," he hisses out, eyes barring into mine again. "Just... please? Let me taste you, please?" He finally spills out, letting go of my wrist.

I let the toy tumble to the bed, bouncing both my hands up to cup Shino's face. "Of course, Love. Anything you want," I coo, littering kisses across the bridge of his nose.

He perks up at my approval, eagerly dipping down my body, settling his arms under my legs and his head between my thighs. Shino is a lover of action instead of words, and this is an action he's gotten quite good at over the years. And he knows it, even if he does like me reminding him.

Shino nuzzles my thigh for a while, his tongue occasionally sliding out to toy with me through my panties. "I want to taste you," he whines again, toying with the hems of underwear.

"I already told you yes," I mutter, letting my eyes flutter closed as I run my hand through his hair, my fingers focused on working his strands loose from the gel holding them down.

With my reversed approval, Shino tugs my panties off, shoving them off the bed before he buries his head between my legs again. He goes right to work, tongue eagerly licking at my clit. Soft noises spill from me as I'm toyed with, an occasional hiss spilling out when he probes my hole with the tip of my tongue.

"Ladybug," he whines, lifting his head a bit and ruining my orgasm for the second time today. "You're not watching."

"Sorry, Love," I mutter, fluttering my eyes open and shooting them downward. Once our eyes meet, Shino lowers his head again, eyes still stuck on mine as he sucks on my clit.

"Shino," I moan, trying to keep my hands gentle in his hair. He hums in acknowledgment, eyes flickering down to watch himself before jumping back up. He shifts, pressing himself against me more before his tongue shoves its way into my pussy. "Shino!" I hiss, locking my knees against his head, my orgasm spilling over from him sliding his tongue against my walls.

He stays put for a moment, lapping me up. Shino moves slowly, enjoying every drop of my juices he can before he pulls away from my cunt again. "Ladybug?"

"Hmm?" I hum, my hands being pulled up as he shifts. My eyes are half-lidded, trying to calm myself down but keeping my focus on Shino so he doesn't whine again.

"Did I do good?" He mutters, fingertips dipping under my outfit to toy with my hidden-away skin. One of his kikaichus spills over, crawling over my skin before Shino shoos it away. "Ladybug?"

"Yes, you did good."

"How good?"

"Really good, Love," I mutter, sitting up now that I've calmed down. Shino shifts onto his knees to make up for the change in my position, eyes eagerly eating at me as I move around. "Go back to how you were originally sitting," I order, sliding off the bed to position myself on my knees again.

Like the submissive boy he is, Shino shifts down the bed, sitting on the edge like he was when I first entered the room. I move forward, situated between his knees again. I tug his boxers down the rest of the way, leaving them on the floor. "Ladybug?"

"Shino?" I ask back, dipping my fingers into my pussy to use myself as lube again.

"Look at me," he whines again, tilting my head up. "Stop looking away."

"As you wish, Love," I murmur, wrapping my hand around his dick again. I do as he wants, keeping my eyes on his as I slide my hand up and down him. Shino's breath picks up, chest pumping as his neglected dick gets attention once again.

When my wrist starts to tire out, I switch my actions. I shift my head down, placing small licks across Shino's tip, making sure to move painfully slow over his slit. "Ladybug...you're... you're teasing," he huffs out, balling up our bedding in his fists.

"You poor thing," I mock, giving into his whines once again. I wrap my lips around his tip, sucking on it as I slide my fingertips over the rest of him.

Hissed breaths spill from him, trying to keep his noises silent. His hands jump from the bedding to mess with my veil. My focus shifts as I sink more of him into my mouth, rolling my tongue as I suck on him. Shino is a thin almost frail-looking man in every way but the size of his dick.

I let my spit spill out, running down what of him I can't take down my throat. I also switch my hands so I can continue jerking him off. "Ladybug... Look at me. You're not looking at me," he complains with rushed breaths, softly tugging on the veil caught in his grasp.

I mumble a sorry, the sound coming out as babble because my mouth is still wrapped around his dick. Shino is a very giving partner but he's a very needy partner too. Sometimes it feels like he takes forever to cum and it's not unusual for him not to finish once or twice a week because I just can't handle him any longer.

It doesn't take long for my jaw to start aching, the threat of it locking - again - knocking at the door. "I'm sorry, Love," I mutter, tugging him out of my mouth.

"It's alright," he mutters between huffy breaths, toying with the ends of my veil. "Can I... can we..." His cheeks puff out, getting tinted pink again.

"Can we what?" I ask, crawling into his lap. I position us, burying him between my folds as I grind against him. Both our breaths get jagged, Shino's tip rubbing against my clit. "What... what do you... want to do, Love?"

     Shino whines, clinging to my hips as I grind against him. "Ladybug... you're teasing... you shouldn't... can you... Ladybug?"

     "Can I what?" I ask, shifting so his tip teases my hole, popping just the head in before I lift myself off him to repeat the cycle.

     His hands squeeze my hips, more whines and babbles spilling from him. "Can you... you... please?"

     "Please what?" I ask, tipping his chin up so I can crash my lips against his. "What do you want me to do?" I press a kiss against Shino between each word, only making him whine more.

"Fuck me, please," he whispers, tongue almost hanging out of his mouth.

"As you wish, Love," I whisper back, slowly sliding his penis into me.

Shino stretches me out, almost painfully so. I swear no matter how many times I'm filled by this man, I'll never get used to him bottoming out in me. His hands crawl up my body, jumping up to cup my face. He shifts my head, forcing our eyes to connect. "Stop looking away from me," He almost cries, pouting as his breath picks up again.

"You're so needy aren't you?" I ask, shifting myself upward. I keep my movements slow as I shift up and down Shino's dick, giving myself time to adjust.

Shino's head shakes quickly, hands falling back down to my hips. "You're... you... faster?"

"Give me a second, Love," I mutter, sinking myself back down as I wrap my arms around his neck. "I need to adjust still."

"Help? I... can help?" He stumbles out, his hand tumbling from my face down to press his fingers against my clit.

"Yes, you can help," I giggle, decorating the side of his face with kisses. Again, Shino nods his head repeatedly, fingertips rubbing circles against my clit. "Good boy," I coo, shifting myself upward again before I clash back down. "Who's a good boy?"

"Me?" Shino mumbles, his nose running across my cheek. His nose bumps against mine before his lips crash against me.

"Yes, you," I agree when we pull apart, picking up my pace as I bounce on Shino's dick. It doesn't take long for a second orgasm to build up, the mix of my bouncing and his nimble fingers working it up. "My good boy," I coo again, hands jumping cling to his head as I come undone. "My good, good boy."

"I'm your good boy. I'm a good boy," he mutters, flipping us over. I'm pushed into the mattress, Shino pinning me to it as he continues to thrust into me. "Say it again. Please? Say it again," he mutters, hands crawling up my body in search of mine.

"You're my good boy," I repeat, lacing my fingers with his.

A pitched whine spills from him, his thrusts almost painful from his needy pace. "I'm a good boy, I'm your good boy, good boy," Shino says on repeat, rutting into me almost desperately, his ring digging into my fingers as he clings to my hand.

"Shino, my love," I call, my hips and pussy aching from our position. "You need to slow down or let me change positions."

"Yes ma'am," he mutters, pulling out before flipping me onto my stomach. Shino's dick dips back into me, his pace slower but thrusts still hard. "Look at me," he whines for the hundredth time, playing with the ends of my hair.

"My love," I mutter, moving myself onto all fours before I arch my back, tilting my head so I can look at him. "You're a needy boy."

"No," he whimpers, the hand not holding his weight slipping under my outfit to run over the curve of my spine. "I just... I like when... Ladybug."

"My good boy?"

Shino lets out another whine, his thrusts picking up more. His hand dips down, clinging to my waist to pull me backward. "You're... you are my wife..." he starts mumbling, his pace loses its rhythm. "So I don't... I can... inside you? Please?"

"Sure, Love."

He moves around, hips still working his dick in and out of me, both his hands digging into my sides under my lingerie. Shino is crushing into me now that he's not holding himself up, making my limbs give out. I'm pressed into the mattress, my needy husband still rutting into me, desperately trying to cum before my body gives out. "My wife... my wife... mine," he mutters, still thrusting into me, pace growing faster the longer he takes to finish.

"Yes, Shino. I'm your wife. Let's take a break though, okay?" I ask, knowing it'll leave him even more desperate but also knowing if we don't take a break my pussy is going to ache from overuse. It's a hard balance between wanting to listen to my body and wanting to let him finish.

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Shino's arms are wrapped around me, his whines spilling into my ear as he rubs his boner against my ass. "Wake up," he whines, tightening his hold around my stomach. "Please?"

"I'm awake," I murmur, rolling over in his hold so I can look at him. "You're needy tonight," I tease, resting my hand under his chin and running my thumb over his lips. "Does me being your wife get you that worked up?"

"Yes ma'am," he mutters, hands falling to my hips so he can position me on the tent in his boxers. Shino pants as he continues dry humping me, his breaths heavy and right in my ear as he gets himself off.

"Look at you, what a needy boy," I mock, sliding my hand between us so I can press against his boner. Another whine spills from him, hands tighter on my hips. "You're so desperate for my pussy you're humping me like a mutt."

"N... no," he whimpers, thrusting against my fingers.

"Oh, so you don't want sex then?" I ask, a smile tugging at my mouth as I pull my hand away from him.

"No!" He yelps, gripping my wrist and pulling my hand back down. "Please?" Shino asks, resting my hand on his erection again, pushing my touch against himself.

"Please what? What do you want, Love?" I ask, snaking my hand under his waistband so I can brush my fingertips over his dick.

"I want... to... to cum, please?"

"Oh ya? Is that what you want?" I tease, gripping his dick long enough to pull him out of his boxers before I go back to my feathery touches. Shino shakes his head like crazy. "Who's my good boy?" I ask, pulling my touch away before shoving my fingers into his mouth. "Love," I coo, enjoying the look of desperation on his face. "If you won't answer me I can't let you cum."

Shino babbles around my fingers, whining even more when I press down on his tongue. "I can't quite hear you, Love. Try again." More inaudible words and whines spill from him as he shifts back to grinding against me, his dick rubbing between my thighs as he whimpers. "Try one more time," I coo, tugging my fingers out of his mouth and wrapping them around his penis.

"I'm your good boy. Me. I'm a good boy," he rushes out between moans, his nails digging into my hips as I grip his dick.

I hum an approval, moving my hand faster as I shift forward. I nibble on Shino's neck, decorating his delicate skin with small bruises. "Who's my pretty husband?"

"Me," he whispers, clinging to my wrist, holding it still so he can use it to fuck himself. "I'm your pretty husband. It's me, I'm your husband," he whimpers, pressing crescents into my skin. "In you," he whispers, tugging my hand off of him.

"What do you want, Love?"

"In you. I want... inside... please? My wife... in my wife... cum, please?" Shino babbles, rolling on top of me, clinging to my wrists again. "Please?" He whines again, eyes glossed over and desperate as he looks down at me.

"I'm not prepped. You know I can't take you un-prepped."

Shino lets out a huff, crawling down my body and shoving his tongue against my clit. His tongue is hopelessly sliding through me, rolling back and forth to push my juices to flow and successfully pushing noises out from between my lips. "Now?" He asks after a few moments, lips and chin coated in my juices as he decorates my legs with desperate kisses.

"Yes, now, Love," I coo, rubbing my mess off his face. Shino shoves himself into me, moving slowly but roughly as he slides further and further in. His hands crawl up and down my sides, occasionally squeezing as he picks up his pace right where he left off. "My Love, you need to slow down a bit, or else I won't last long."

"No, no, no, no!" He whimpers, burying his head into my neck as he moves faster. "Please, no." Shino's whines are muffled by the sloppy kisses he's pressing into my neck. My warning has made him even more distressed, his pace is so fast I'm surprised he's not giving one of us a rug burn. 

     "Calm down, Love," I coo, one hand rubbing through his hair as my other one crawls around the bed in search of my forgotten toy. My fingertips slide across the material of it, wrapping around the vibrator before I tug it towards us.

     "I... I... no," he whines, wrapping his arms around me as I shift around. "Please, no. Just... just stay. I'll... I'll fix it after. Please? Stay put."

     I let out a soft giggle as I bend upward, turning the vibrator on low before resting it against his inner thigh. "Wh... what are... you doing?" Shino mutters, gently nibbling on my neck.

     "Helping you finish, Love," I hum, slowly inching the toy closer to his dick.

     I test it on the underside of his penis, resting it for a beat or two before pulling it away. "Hey," he breathes out, a hand shooting down to position the toy back in place. "That... that's... please?" Shino whines, nails digging into my wrist again.

     "As you wish, Love, but I need to shift positions. I'm starting to hurt."

     Shino babbles to himself, taking the vibrator from me before tugging me down the bed. He pulls out long enough to press my knee up, wrapping an arm around it to keep it in place. His other arm is hurried between us, holding the vibrator to the bottom of his dick again.

     His thrusts are as swallow as his breath, eyes fluttering like crazy as he stares down at me. "My wife," Shino mutters, his dick starting to twitch in me. "I'm... I'm... in my... wife... my wife," he continues to babble, letting the toy fall to the ground as he bottoms out in me.

     Shino pushes himself into me, resting against my spread-apart body, thrusting two or three times before he finally finishes. "My wife. Wife. Mine. My lady... Ladybug," he chatters, more babbles spill from him just as fast as his cum. It might be a lot of work to make my husband finish but it's so worth it. When he does finish, it's always enough to overflow my cunt.

     "I... I love... you," he mutters, continuing to thrust into me.

     "What are you doing, Love? You need to rest," I tell him, trying to squirm away from him.

     "I'm... I'm pushing my... my... into you. You're... you are my wife. You... you get my... my baby. You will have my baby," he huffs out, wrapping his other arm under my free leg, pushing me upward so he can thrust deeper.

     "Is that what you want, Love? To give your wife your baby?" Shino's breath is sharp and jagged as he shakes his head, desperation coating his face as he whines from the sensitivity of his dick. Well, I guess I know how we're going to spend our honeymoon.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "You take a polaroid of me lying on your bed"?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @words-and-seeds @cookiedoughmeagain @magic-multicolored-miracle @novamariestark

Companion piece to:

Lightshow - Dwight knows that something bad's happened when the lights to flicker.

Sedated - Your Trouble causes issues when the doctors try to help with your injuries.

You’re straddling Dwight’s hips, his cock buried deep in that sweet pussy of yours as his hands grasp your waist, fingertips digging in. He’s on the edge, you can tell, it’s in the way his body stretches taut underneath you, his head tipping back into the pillow, jaw clenching.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this Dwight.” You whisper as you pick up the polaroid camera lying next you on the bed. “The most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

You take the picture as he climaxes, his release spilling into you as he lets out that loud guttural sound. You fuck him through it, wringing the pleasure right out of him as you clasp the polaroid in your hand. He sags back into the cushions, his entire form relaxing into the mattress. His palms slid down to your thighs, squeezing lightly as you take another picture.

“No more.” He requests, his eyes meeting yours. “I want…”

You.

Close, pressed against him.  

You set the camera down, your mouth leaving a trail of kisses up his chest until you reach his lips.

“Thank you for doing that for me.” You whisper, your fingertips tracing over his grizzled jaw. “I just want something to remember you by.”

“Alex…” He whispers, his fingertips tucking your hair back behind your ear and the air around you begins to crackle.

“You should leave.” You say softly as you shift from on top of him and Dwight complies with an ache in his chest.

“It won’t be like this forever.” He says quietly as he sits on the edge of the bed, tying up the laces of his boots. Already he can taste the ozone in his mouth, your Trouble it’s amping up again, getting close to erupting.

It’s been out of control since Wade Crocker stabbed you, which is why you’re here in this secluded cottage away from everything and everyone that you can hurt, including him, especially him.

“I don’t think you should come here anymore.” You tell him, pulling on your robe and cinching it at the waist. “It’s just making everything harder.”

“Alex-” He begins but you shake your head gesturing towards the bedroom door.

“I need you to go Dwight.” You whisper and the hairs start to stand up on his skin from the static in the air. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

Sparks dance on your fingertips and he knows he’s cutting it close, too close. He ignored the warning signs the last time, it’s why he has those pink fern-like scars creeping up his left shoulder, why his heart stopped for almost two minutes.

It’s in that moment that he realises what this was. Not a romantic tryst between two people that love each other but a goodbye.

“You need to go.” You say once again, this time more forcefully and Dwight nods his head before his steps towards the bedroom door. He pauses as his hand comes to rest on the door handle.

“I love you.” He whispers fiercely and he hears your breath catch as the taste of metal floods his mouth. “No matter what happens I will always love you.”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Some Curtis on his way to take care of you 💙

You curled up in the bed, finally feeling somewhat human again. You blinked your eyes awake while reaching for your cellphone to look at the time but a larger hand captured your wrist, easing it back.

"Not today Honey." came Curtis's voice behind you, his arm circling your waist and pulling you into him as his little spoon. "Its Saturday." He muttered into your hair while burying his nose into the crown of your head.

"Are you sure?" You wriggled a bit, going through the past week, had it really been five days? School had felt SO MUCH LONGER. The kids were all amped up and still haven't fallen back into the swing of schedules yet.

"Promise Honey, your alarm never went off and its well beyond your wake up time." He assured you, flattening his hand just under your breasts to have you go still, tucking his fingers in against your warmth between them.

You trusted him, settling back in like he wanted you to. "And what are you still doing in bed Mr. Early Riser?" You glanced over your shoulder at him. Even though he was playing at being still half asleep, you knew better.

"What can I say, I'm tired too Pretty Girl." He loosened his hold enough for you to turn over, letting your hands slide against his chest and cuddle up against him. "Actually, I just wanted to spend time with you in bed, not have to rush up and go somewhere and do something. We haven't been able to do this in a while." His forehead leaned against yours and you sighed in relief.

He was right, you didn't have anywhere urgent to be, or do. The project you were setting the semester up for was already done ahead of schedule due to you staying up half the night working on it. "You have no plans either?" You pulled enough away to study him and he grinned with a shake of his head.

"Told everyone I had a date so don't bother calling me for anything this weekend unless it was an emergency." His hands grasped against your ass, arching you in close to him and having you weave your legs through this. "So I was thinking, we just lay in bed and chat, maybe even play some trash tv. Get up and scrounge up food, maybe just order in delivery."

"Chinese sounds good" You interrupted.

"Chinese it is then, this afternoon we can take a drive. Youv'e been talking about that farmers market outside of town, I looked it up, its open till five tonight. Then the rest of the evening, whatever we're in the mood for."

You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming love for him, because all these things he knew you would love and want to do, you didn't even have to ask him for any of it, he just made it happen all because you happened to mention it one time. Your hands cupped his face, arching up to press a kiss to his lips. "How in the hell did I get so lucky? I love you so much."

You know me babes! I will always take Curtis ready to take care of me.

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XXIV

Ivy's POV.

explicit.

ao3

masterpost

Ivy sprinted. He was flat out running, thinking of exactly what awaited him in his Wrangler. His bag was swinging around, almost slowing him down. He hadn't had a single thought sprinting off the field other than celebrating, and that had manifested in him kissing III as aggressively as he could. He'd just barely come to terms with the fact that he wanted this man in his bed, and he wasn't about to wait for him to realize that he was the off brand version of II. He was going to take III to heaven. Now. Or the back of his Jeep. Whichever came first. It's gonna be III if I get my way. His thoughts were running as fast as his legs. He finally made it to his Jeep and ripped the gate open, flinging his bag into the trunk. III lunged at him, swinging around the gate and cornering him against the body of the jeep. 

“III,” His voice came out almost wrecked, heavy with desire. III was wrapped around him, caging Ivy with his body. 

“IV,” III returned the tone, tenor and energy. His face was against Ivy's, and Ivy wanted to pull all of the air he exhaled right into his own mouth. Ivy flung his hand out, scrabbling along the back of his backseat before finding the release. The whole bench flung toward the front of the vehicle, rocking it with the force. 

“Get in,” he kissed the corner of III's mustache. III didn't move. “I mean, unless you want to wait the forty minutes it takes to get to my place,” III moved. Ivy followed, hands on III's thighs. He pushed those thighs wide, making room so he could sit between III's legs. His hands ran patterns down III's legs. III, the fucking minx, wrapped a leg around Ivy's lower back and pulled. Ivy happily surged forward, the material of his shorts sliding against III's jeans and causing vibrations to run down the length of Ivy's dick. Heat and hardness was rubbing right against him, and III's hands were in his hair. He slid his hands down around III's cute little ass and yanked. He pulled all of III, who really was light as a feather, against him so that he could keep both feet on the ground. 

“I've wanted this…” III panted, dragging a line of wet, open mouth kisses down Ivy's throat. Goosebumps blossomed, but Ivy wasn't sure if it was from desire or from III’s mustache. Ivy was feeling everything at a heightened level. He was full of adrenaline, and really wanted to just get anything from III that he could. III's hands were everywhere. Squeezing his ass, running up his back, rucking his jersey up to trace over his belly. Ivy was amped up. He couldn't stop running his hands anywhere he could reach, almost mirroring III. The familiar fabric of his sweatshirt, wrapped around the object of his desire, was driving him to push up against III harder. His hips were pumping, rubbing his dick against III's, in an almost mindless manner. He realized he was actually chasing an orgasm, and started to slow down. III wasn't having it. He kept moving, increasing the friction against Ivy. 

“Shit, God, you feel so fucking good,” he kissed III again, nipping at III's lower lip and making him gasp. Ivy used the opportunity, sliding his tongue against III's and making III sing. A high pitched, needy, bitchy little moan coming from III had Ivy humping against him like a mutt. Oh my god, wait. Shit. I'm gonna cum. “Hell, stop, slow down, just…one second,” 

“I don't wanna,” III groaned, burying his head against Ivy's throat. He bucked his hips one more time and Ivy. 

“Baby, please, I'm gonna cum if you don't give me a second,” III then bit into his throat and slammed forward, erratic and scrambled. Big hands wrapped around Ivy's ass once again as III jerked Ivy's hips more firmly into his own. III then froze.

“Shit,” III whispered into Ivy's throat. Ivy pulled back a bit to look at III. He was pretty sure he knew what had just happened, but he wasn't certain. III avoided his eyes, looking at the ground. “Um…m'sorry…” 

“Sorry? Do you not want to…,” it might be cruel, but he wanted to hear III say it. 

“No, I just…um…,” III's hand ran down Ivy's arm, grabbing his hand and guiding it to the front of his jeans. “Um…sorry. It just. You just. It felt really good,” Ivy could feel that his jeans were damp. He could also feel that III was pretty damn big. He wanted that in his mouth. 

“Baby… did you..?” III pulled his head back up, and his face was fully red. He nodded, and made a little noise. Ivy tried to, but couldn't stop the smile from taking over his face. An idea popped into his head, a way to get III in his bed. “Can I tempt you into coming to my place to clean up?” III nodded in response. 

“Um…do you have pants I could borrow?” III's voice was small, adorable. Ivy grinned more. He couldn't help it. Around III, his cheeks hurt because he was smiling so often. 

“Yeah, babe,” he pulled back so III could shuffle out of his way. 

“Also I'm keeping your sweatshirt,” III giggled, and then spoke again. “Thanks for kidnapping me,” 

“It was fun. I'm glad you came,” a shiteating grin on his face, he turned back to III with sweats in his hand. III was staring. Stone faced. Indignation written on his face. “Uh…too far?” Then III cracked up, cackling to the sky. He looked so beautiful, Ivy wasn't sure he was breathing. He was disheveled, in Ivy's sweatshirt and cum stained jeans, laughing. I could fall in love with him. Ivy's eyes went wide at the thought, and he shifted.

“Alright, very funny. I'm just gonna...uh... is there a bathroom?” 

“Oh, uh, it's locked this late. Just stand behind the gate, angle it like this,” Ivy adjusted the gate so that it would hide III while he put on the sweats. He thought about trying to see, but decided against It. 

“Err…okay,” III sounded unsure but he could hear him shuffling around behind the gate. Ivy averted his eyes only because he could see just how embarrassed III had become from cumming so quickly. It was seriously adorable, but III didn't seem to think so. “Okay, I'm done. Can we go to yours now?” 

“You're in my clothes,” that was doing things to Ivy's brain. III was in his clothes. 

“Yeah, I guess I am,” III laughed. “I'm cold. Can we go?” 

“‘Course, babe,” 

The drive was pretty long. But III kept telling Ivy stuff. He was on Ivy's phone, selecting songs. He showed Ivy a band, Alpha Wolf, that Ivy really liked. 

“Vessel stole my hoodie of theirs, and I haven't seen it in two years,” III tried to sound annoyed. It didn't really work, but Ivy understood. 

They finally pulled up to Ivy's place. Small. Bricks. Clean. It was home for him. Had been for years now. 

“Are you hungry? I could make you something if you wanted,” Ivy offered into the dark silence of his Jeep, now turned off. 

“You can cook?” 

“A bit. Mostly easy stuff. Like stir fry. I've got some flank steak I really need to use… if you like beef and broccoli?” 

“That sounds amazing,” III nearly moaned. It reminded Ivy that he had not cum, and his dick was perking right up at the noise. Together they went inside. Ivy threw his bag down and cornered III in the entryway. “Hi,” III smiled down at Ivy, who was pressed up against him. “Need something?” III looked down that beautiful aquiline nose at him, and Ivy just couldn’t help himself. He lunged, swooping down and throwing III over his shoulder. 

“You’re coming with me,” he marched III down the hall and into his bedroom. He threw III down on the bed and crawled up on top of him. III was grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

“I think I know what you want,” and III moved faster than Ivy was processing. He grabbed Ivy’s hips, and flipped them both so that Ivy was against the bed. “D’you like. Well. Can I suck your dick?” III asked, point blank. Ivy’s eyes rolled back in his head at the blunt question, because all he could think of was that hot mouth around his dick. “C’mon pretty boy. I wanna make those eyes roll back again,” 

“Y-yeah. Okay,” he lifted his hips and III ripped his rugby shorts down. “I’m sweaty though,” 

“Perfect,” III ran a finger just under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He leaned down and ran his nose over the ridge of Ivy’s cock, still trapped. Ivy could hear him inhale, and his dick had its own heartbeat now. He could hear a noise, and when III looked back up at him, he realized it was him. He had whined. Jesus. Then III ripped his underwear down. Just a second later, heat engulfed the head of his dick. He groaned, pushing his hands into III’s hair and pulling. 

“Shit, I’ve wanted to pull your hair so bad,” and he did pull. III hummed, driving vibrations up Ivy’s dick. Tightness gathered in his belly. Shit. Shit. “What is it about you? I’m so close already,” he mused aloud. With that, III took all of Ivy into his mouth, into his throat and swallowed. Once. Twice. III looked up, meeting Ivy’s eyes. Big sea glass eyes had Ivy going absolutely crazy. Ivy did not stop himself from fucking into III’s throat as he began to cum. Stars burst behind his eyes. A hand was against his, and he automatically loosened his grip on III’s hair. It was soft. III swallowed again, and his nerves started to spark, oversensitive. III eased him out of his throat. Long fingers wiped at the corner of III’s mouth. Ivy was entranced. III put his middle and ring finger against his tongue, cleaning the spit and cum off. He flashed that grin that had first infuriated Ivy. 

“You said something about dinner?”

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

Title: your name like a prayer

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 4,899

Chapters: 1/1

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Summary:

The list of mistakes Eddie Munson has made in his life is not short, but he’s pretty sure “calling out your best friends name while fucking your girlfriend” has jumped straight to the top of the list.

Additional tags/warnings: explicit sexual content, emotional infidelity (but not between Eddie/reader), alcohol use, dirty talk, pet names, best friends to lovers, drunk confessions, p in v, oral (f receiving), dominant eddie. Let me know if any are missing!

The list of mistakes Eddie Munson has made in his life is not short, but he’s pretty sure “calling out your best friends name while fucking your girlfriend” has jumped straight to the top of the list.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Eddie?!” Cheryl, understandably, shrieks as she throws articles of his clothing at him, rage burning in her eyes. “How long?!”

Eddie ducks, dodging a balled up t-shirt. “Cheryl, babe, it’s nothing! Come on, can’t we talk about this?”

“Talk about what, Edward? That you’re fucking that stupid bitch behind my back?!”

“Don’t call her a stupid bitch, and I’m not fucking her. I’ve never even kissed her!” He shouts back. Another shirt flies towards his face and he snatches it out of the air.

“Get out! Get out! I’m not fucking doing this again, I’m so sick of coming second to her,” Cheryl screams, dumping the rest of the drawer’s, his drawer, contents on the floor in a heap. “Grab a trash bag from the kitchen and get all your shit out of here with you.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open. “Where the hell am I supposed to go?”

“That’s not my fucking problem, now is it, Eddie?” Her eyes narrow. “You have five minutes to get your shit and get out of my life. I’m so fucking done with you.”

Wisely keeping his mouth shut for once, he rummages around the wreckage on the floor of Cheryl’s apartment for something to wear, pulling off the condom that is clearly not finishing its intended use, tugging on boxers, shirt, and jeans before following her instruction of grabbing a trash bag and stuffing the rest of his earthly belongings inside. He tosses the bag out the door as he walks back into the room he shared with Cheryl, avoiding her angry gaze and crossed arms as he grabs his guitar and amp.

When he’s got the rest of his things outside, piled up at his feet, Cheryl slams the door behind him, the flip of the lock echoing in the empty hallway. With a sigh, Eddie begins lugging everything down to his van.

Loaded up and with nowhere to go, he rests his head on the steering wheel and squeezes his eyes shut, a groan of frustration leaving him.

How could he be so stupid ? Five years of pushing his feelings for you down, down, down while he tried to move on with Cheryl, a woman he’d met out at a bar outside of Hawkins that he played at sometimes for a change of scenery, and he ruined it in less than two seconds. One slip of the tongue while he buried his cock in a woman that wasn’t you, could never be you, but he was doing just fine with, and now he’s homeless, girlfriendless, and worst of all, still you-less.

He blames the phone call he’d had with you earlier that day. You’d been choking back tears as you explained that your boyfriend, whom you’d been dating since high school and had decided to stay with as you went away to college, had broken up with you, even going so far as to let you know that he’d been cheating on you for at least a year. And while he shamefully celebrated the fact that you were finally free of that asshole, he calmed you down and told you that everything would be alright, and did you want him to come out to Indianapolis and teach that limp dick asshole a lesson?

The offer had gotten a laugh out of you, his favorite sound since freshman year of high school when he was paired with you on a biology project and he’s been a goner ever since. You’d hung up the phone, telling him you would be okay, that he didn’t have to bust any heads on your behalf, but that you’d call him later.

He turns the van on, Iron Maiden blasting through the speakers as he peels out of the parking lot of the complex, heading towards the Hideout. It’s only just past 9 p.m., which gives him plenty of time to drink his stupidity away.

____

You’re still awake, having driven back to Hawkins in an emotional frenzy after your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend, you think bitterly), and you’re sitting on your childhood bed, trying to focus on the book you’re reading instead of letting your thoughts run back to Chase telling you he didn’t want to be together anymore. Both of your parents are working night shifts, your dad at the factory and your mom at the hospital, so you won’t be seeing them until the morning. You’re certain they’ll have a thousand questions about why you’re in Hawkins in the middle of a school week, so you’re grateful for the opportunity to sit in silence and try to wrap your mind around everything that’s happened.

More importantly, you’re trying not to let your mind wander to how your first instinct was to call Eddie. It always was. Ever since freshman year, when you’d been paired together in biology and you got to know the boy behind the metal music and chain accessories, and how that same boy that people seemed so spooked by would just spend an entire class period trying to make you laugh by doing impressions of your teacher when she wasn’t paying attention.

And how, deep down, you’d always wished Eddie had been the one to ask you to the homecoming dance. That it had been Eddie that took you out to dates at the movie theater, or to the roller rink. That it had been Eddie you had lost your virginity with, fumbling in the dark together until you’d figured it out. Or that it had been Eddie that came with you to college in Indianapolis, sitting with you as you studied for exams while he played his guitar.

But Eddie had never given you any sort of indication that he had seen you as more than a friend, so all those things had happened with Chase instead.

Just after 12 a.m., you hear a loud thump, followed by a deep groan outside your bedroom window. You inch towards your window to peek out through the curtains, squinting into the darkness. At first, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, until a lump moves in the grass below.

“God damnit, sonovabitch,” An all too familiar voice curses. Eddie flops over onto his back, arms circling one of his knees as he hisses in pain.

You throw the lock on the window, pulling it open in a hurry and leaning out to whisper yell, “Eddie?! What are you doing here?!”

Eddie scrambles to his feet, grass stuck in his hair, as he stares at you in disbelief. He’s pretty certain he’s dreaming - you’re not supposed to be in Hawkins. You’re eighty miles away, at college, with your pretty boyfr-

Oh shit, Eddie thinks. No, no there is no pretty boyfriend anymore. That’s right! You’d called him and told him about Chase breaking up with you! His lips spread into a grin as he remembers.

“Hey, princess,” he slurs with the confidence only a drunk man can possess. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“It’s my parent’s house, Eddie,” you reply. He saunters up to the windowsill, pressing his hands into the aged wood and hoisting himself through the window, landing in a graceless heap at your feet. “And you’re so lucky they’re not home right now, with all this noise you’re making!”

He giggles from his spot on the floor, staring up at you in the dim light of your room. God, you’re so pretty. He’s thought so since the first moment he saw you. But he was too chicken to say anything to you.

“Did you say something?” You ask, staring down at his dopey expression. You could have sworn he whispered something like soooo pretty. When he doesn’t respond, you try again. “What are you even doing here, why aren’t you at home with Cheryl?” It pains you to mention Eddie’s girlfriend. She was a nice enough girl, but you always got the feeling she didn’t like you very much. Any time she’d show up when Eddie was on the phone with you, he was quick to hang up with little explanation and hardly a goodbye.

“I…I uh…I fucked that up,” he says, slowly standing, unsteady on his feet.

“Are you…drunk, right now?” You ask. He nods, holding his hand up in a gesture meant to me just a little , thumb and index finger held closely together. “What do you mean you fucked that up? I thought things were going good between you guys.”

“Things were okaaaaay,” he says, drawing out the last word. He sits on the edge of your bed, head hanging low as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. “She kicked me out.”

“Oh, Eddie…,” you say, uncertain how to continue. It must have been really bad for her to throw him out in the middle of the night. “Let me go get you a glass of water, okay?”

You leave without waiting for his reply, walking quickly to the kitchen and filling a glass at the sink. You take the moment alone to wrap your head around what little he’s told you so far, but the only thing that has your attention is that damned crush sparking back to life.

When you walk back into your room, Eddie’s laying back on your bed, arms over his eyes. You nudge his shoulder, and he sits up slowly before taking the glass from you, fingers brushing yours and making your heart race.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” You ask quietly. He chugs the water down in a few large gulps, swiping the sleeve of his jacket across his mouth when he’s done before leaning over to place the empty glass on your nightstand.

Eddie thinks about his options here, but as his eyes scan your face, taking in the concerned furrow between your brow, and your lip pinched between your teeth, he can only think of one thing to say.

“Your name,” he murmurs. You tilt your head, confused by his response. “I said your name.”

“Well, I mean, I guess I always knew Cheryl didn’t like me very much, though I never really understood why,” you reply. Guilt presses heavy on your shoulders as you think that maybe, somehow, you’ve caused this breakup between them.

“No,” Eddie whispers. His squeezes his eyes shut tight, blowing out a deep breath. “I said your name…while we were fucking.”

“Wh-what?”

Eyes still shut, Eddie continues. “I had her on her knees, hands up on the headboard, pounding into her, but the whole time I just kept thinking about you. Except, if it had been you, I damn sure wouldn’t have you facing away from me.” He lets out a rueful little laugh. “But I guess I just got carried away, couldn’t keep it in me any longer, and your name just…slipped out.”

You’re frozen in shock. Your brain is trying to comprehend the words coming from your best friend.

“I don’t understand, Eddie,” you whisper.

He groans. “Forget I said anything, let’s just go to sleep.”

You want to press the issue. You want to demand he tell you what he means by imagining you. In the years that you’ve been friends, he’s never given any sort of sign that he saw you as anything but. And you’d looked for them, hoping that maybe the goofy metal head you’d fallen for felt the same way.

As you stand there, battling with your thoughts and navigating the aftermath of the bomb he’d dropped onto your friendship, Eddie’s breathing goes deep and even with sleep. With a sigh, you tug off his boots, dropping them to the floor. You consider taking his pants off so that he doesn’t have to sleep in jeans, but decide not to. His mild discomfort is petty revenge for upending your world with one sentence.

You’re already in your own pajamas, a pair of cotton sleep shorts and a faded Hawkins High School gym t-shirt that’s more snug than it used to be but no less comfortable. You take a trip back to the kitchen to refill his water glass and grab some pain reliever, setting both on the beside table when you're back in your room. You flick the light off before grabbing the blanket from the end of your bed and draping it over the both of you as you settle into bed beside him, keeping as much distance between your bodies as you can.

You shut your eyes, but despite your exhaustion from an emotional day, your brain is wide awake and your body is hyper aware of Eddie beside you. With another sigh, you roll to your side, facing away from Eddie as you will yourself into a fitful sleep.

___

Eddie wakes to a fuzzy head and a mouth as dry as a desert. He works one eye open, gaze landing on a glass of water sitting enticingly on a nightstand he doesn’t recognize but also doesn’t question as he reaches out for the blessing that’s been left for him.

Propped on his elbow, he chugs the entire glass down, a bit of the water seeping out the corner of his mouth in his haste. His eyes are adjusting to the darkness and he sees two pills on the nightstand as well, taking the risk of popping them with his last sip of water.

Satisfied that he’s taken care of his throat and his head, he lays back down. He goes to turn over on his side, to throw his arm over Cheryl–

Wait. No. Not Cheryl. Because Cheyl kicked him out…and then he went to The Hideout…before stumbling his way to–

His eyes go wide as he turns just his head to take in the body occupying the bed with him. His mouth goes dry for an entirely different reason as he takes in your hair splayed over your pillow, your lips parted and relaxed, your eyelashes fanned across your cheeks.

He starts to panic. What has he done? He tries desperately to think back to what he may have said to you and he begs the universe to give him a sign that he hasn’t destroyed the one friendship he couldn’t survive losing.

Like an answer to a prayer, your eyes flutter open. For a brief moment, you look confused, and Eddie is about to tell you to go back to sleep and that this is all a dream before making a daring escape out the window. But your eyes go soft, and a little smile tilts the corners of your mouth as you look at him, and Eddie feels trapped in that look.

“Eddie,” you whisper. Your hand shuffles out from under the covers, warm from sleep as you place your palm against his cheek. He hardly breathes, not daring to break whatever spell you’ve got him under. You shimmy forward, and Eddie feels your cold feet collide with his denim covered shins. Another shimmy of your shoulders, and you’re close enough that he can make out every shade he can see in your pretty eyes as you stare at him.

Those eyes shift down to his lips, and then flutter closed as you lean in to press a gentle kiss to them. Eddie holds himself as still as possible, eyes wide open. This has to be a dream. Or he’s dead outside The Hideout like Uncle Wayne always warned him he’d be ‘hanging out with that crowd’.

When you pull away, eyebrows pinched together with worry, an apology that he knows is about to fall out of those pretty pink lips, he finally moves. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck and slams his lips back to right where they belong.

____

When Eddie didn’t kiss you back, you were worried that you’d made a horrible mistake. Even with his confession the night before, maybe he didn’t remember telling you all of that. Maybe you’ve just blindsided him, essentially assaulted your best friend–

Calloused fingers wrap around the back of your neck and pull you forward, his slightly chapped lips pressing tightly against yours and establishing dominance as they slide against yours. You let out a surprised sound, your mouth opening just slightly beneath his but giving him all the room to snake his tongue against yours. That surprised noise quickly melts into a moan that he swallows up greedily.

“Christ. Christ . I’m pretty sure I’m dead,” Eddie mutters when he pulls back for breath. You don’t get a chance to reply before he’s back, pressing kisses to your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. “You taste even better than I thought you would,” he groans against your shoulder.

“B-Been thinking about that a lot, Munson?” You ask, voice breathy, unrecognizable to your ears. He lifts himself off of you, propped up on an elbow to look into your face as he replies, “Only every day since the first time I laid eyes on you, princess.”

The words sound so sincere and heartfelt, but you swallow nervously. “Why didn’t you say anything? All these years?”

“Wasn’t my time,” he says, voice sad. His fingers trace along your jaw, almost reverently. “Wasn’t good enough for you then, damn sure not good enough for you now.”

Those words of self-doubt wrap around your heart and squeeze. You’re angry for the boy who thought this so many years ago, angrier for the man hovering above you uncertainly. You push at his shoulder, guiding him down to his back as you throw a leg over his waist to straddle him. Seated on his hips, metal chains digging into the inside of your thighs, you level him with a glare.

“Now you listen here, Edward Munson, and you listen well.” His eyes widen in surprise. “You are the best man that I have ever met. You are sweet and funny and kind, and maybe a little bit of a weirdo, but you’ve always been my weirdo.”

“And you know what? Maybe we both just needed time to get our heads out of our asses. And that’s okay. But we’re here now and I’m not going to let you talk something between us into a grave before it even gets a chance to live. You hear me?” Your chest is heaving as you stare down at him. Your skin feels flushed and you’re suddenly all too aware of your position, your center pressed to his belt buckle and his hands wrapped tightly around your thighs, fingers dipping past the hem of your sleep shorts.

“Crystal clear,” he replies. All at once, like a switch has been flipped, his features turn sultry. Brown eyes staring at you through half-lowered lids, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips as those fingers inch just a little bit higher. “Was that all?”

You’re about to protest when he shifts his hips, throwing you off balance and onto your back. He slips his body between your open legs, kneeling between them so that his thighs press against the back of yours. His hands reach for yours, pressing them above your head and he holds you there, his face so close that his lips brush against yours when he speaks.

“Now, that was a real nice speech, princess, and I sure do appreciate it, but I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for here. This is what we’re going to do - I’m going to pull these sorry excuse for shorts off and get my face buried so deep in that pretty pussy I know you’re hiding from me that you’re going to have to send a rescue mission after me. Then, once I’ve got you floating in the clouds from an orgasm or two, I’ll slide my cock riiiight where it belongs.” Your mouth drops open in shock. Gone is your sweet best friend and apparently his sex god body double has joined the party. “And you’re going to keep your hands right here the whole time, or I stop. Now, do you hear me?”

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper in awe. He chuckles.

“Nope, wrong answer. I said, did you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Your brow furrows. “Uh…yes, sir?”

His face lights up, and he hums his approval. His hands leave yours and wrap into the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging them both down and off your legs and leaving you suddenly naked from the waist down. You try to press your legs together out of instinct, but his hands force your knees apart as he makes a disapproving noise.

“Now, now. I need room to work here,” he jokes. You roll your eyes. Eddie’s eyebrows rise in response and his hand moves, suddenly delivering a sharp swat to your clit. It’s shocking, your back bows up from the bed in surprise and a moan drops from your mouth before you can even think twice.

“Oh my god,” you hiss. Before you even recover, Eddie’s flattened himself against the bed, his mouth hovering over your core. You can feel the heat of him there, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “You don’t have to–”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. There’s no way you’re about to tell me I don’t have to devour this pussy like its my last meal.” He wraps his arms around your thighs, shoulders holding your legs spread as his hands pin you down right by your hips. “Now, eyes on me.”

You force your eyes open, meeting his lust blown brown eyes as his tongue drags through your hot center. You’re lost to the sensation of his tongue swirling and swiping through your folds, dipping into your entrance, the feel of his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he sucks gently. You squirm beneath him, unable to get away from the onslaught of attention, your hands gripping painfully into the pillow beneath your head so that you don’t disobey his earlier command to keep them up.

It doesn’t take much for him to drive you crazy with the need for release. You’re gasping for air, moving your hips only as much as he will allow, and you feel like a wire that’s ready to snap from too much pressure. As if sensing this, Eddie pulls back slightly, the pressure of his mouth easing slightly. You whine in dismay as your orgasm floats away from you.

“Don’t worry, I know what you need,” Eddie murmurs, voice rough. He swipes the fingers of one hand through the slickness he’s created. “Christ, you’re so wet.”

One finger dips inside of your heat, deep enough that you can feel the cold bite of a metal ring against your hot flesh. He curls it as he drags it back out, and your back arches at the delicious pressure. When he repeats the action, he’s slipped another finger in. He continues his torture, the slow slide of his fingers in and out of you as you moan and whine.

Eddie leans up, never faulting in his movement, and presses a messy kiss to your mouth. His tongue slides against yours and he bites down on your lip in time with a hard thrust of his hand, making you gasp. He pulls back just slightly, only enough to look into your lust blown eyes and give you a shit eating grin.

“That feel good? Can you come for me just like this, or do you need a little more?” He asks. His thumb rubs circles against your clit and you moan.

“Eddie, wanna touch you, please,” you beg breathlessly. All he gives you is one short nod, but its enough to get you to wrap your arms around him, nails digging into shirt as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “Just like that.”

He groans, head dropping down to pepper your neck with kisses and bites. He’s winding you so tight you want to scream. With a hard press of his thumb and a quick drag of his fingers, you finally crash with a shout of his name. You can feel the smile he presses to your skin as he works you through your release.

“I gotta say, that’s been one of my fantasies for a long, long time,” Eddie says as he pulls his hand up between your bodies, pressing the tips of his fingers against your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick his fingers, the salty taste of you blooming against your taste buds. “Fuck,” he bites, teeth gritted as he watches.

He pulls back, kneeling between your legs again. He tugs your shirt up and off, tossing it with your discarded shorts. He pulls his wallet out of his pocket, plucking out a familiar foil packet that he places on the blanket. His hands deftly undo his belt, and he flops gracelessly to his back in order to shove his jeans off.

As he returns to his position between your legs, you giggle nervously. You’re not a virgin, haven’t been for a few years, but your only experience is with Chase, whereas Eddie clearly has more notches in his belt. And you’re not judging him for that, far from it, but you’re feeling a bit…inadequate as you watch him rip his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.

“What’s with the sour face? You wanna stop? Is this too much?” Eddie asks, his palms pressing comfortingly to your shins. You shake your head. “Then what’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

You struggle to find the words. “I feel like…you’ve got all this experience? And you’re just going to find me…boring.”

“Just having you under me blows every other experience out of the water. I swear to you, the only thing I’m thinking about right now is what a lucky son of a bitch I am,” he says, voice serious. “Besides, I’ll give you all the experience you need, don’t you worry.”

That makes you laugh, the tension seeping from your muscles. Eddie flashes you a grin before opening the condom and sliding the latex over his length. Your eyes drink him in greedily, sliding over the tightly packed muscle, the tattoos that stand out against his pale skin, the dusting of hair over his chest. You bite your lip as you focus on his hands as they pump against his impressive cock.

“See something you like?” He asks, voice cocky.

“See something I’d like in me,” you quip back. His mouth drops open in surprise and then he’s pressing against you, his chest to yours. You can feel the heat of him right against your core, but he doesn’t move to enter you just yet. Instead, he places his hand gently against your throat, his thumb tilting your chin up so that he can press a kiss against your lips.

You chase his mouth as he pulls away, but that hand at your throat presses you down against the mattress. His takes himself in his other hand, rubbing the head of his cock through your wetness before beginning a slow press inside. Your hands grip his forearm as he moves so slowly, giving you time to adjust to the pressure. It feels amazing, even with the slight pinch of pain.

When his hips are pressed flush to yours, he lets out a deep breath. He loosens his grip at your throat, bringing that hand to your hip instead and holding you steady.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, pulling back just slightly before pressing in. “This is gonna be over embarrassingly quickly.”

You reach up, your hand gripping the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. The angle of his shallow thrusts changes, making you gasp. “I’m not going to break, Eddie.”

He swallows thickly, nodding once before he pulls out until just the tip of him remains pressed inside of you, before surging forward with a rough thrust that steals your breath. He sets a punishing pace, hips slapping against yours in the quiet room. His guitar pick necklace dangles in your face and you wrap your fingers around it, using it to tug his mouth to yours. It’s not so much a kiss as an exchanging of air as you pant against each other.

He presses your leg to your chest with a hand under your knee, the angle changing yet again to something even deeper that makes your pulse race. You’re so focused on the man on top of you, on his eyes that are locked to yours, that you almost miss the tightness forming in your tummy.

Your orgasm crashes over you in a wave, leaving you breathless as you clench around Eddie. With a shout of your name, he reaches his own release, his cock pulsing inside of you.

He collapses on top of you before sliding to his side, pulling you back to him and molding his body around yours. You’re both panting, sweat cooling on your skin, and he rubs his fingers over your hip bone. Sweetly. Possessively.

“I’m gonna say your name like a prayer every night,” he murmurs into your ear.

You grin. “That doesn’t sound half bad, Munson.”

[kingkatsuki]

Immediately had to zoom to your inbox bc WTF Sakura not understand the appeal/ idea behind masturbation?!?!? Now I’m imagining being the one to show him how to do it. You’re not even touching his cock directly but you use his hand to show him how to do it? Guide it up and down his shaft? Use his other one to cup his balls and fondle with them 😫

I feel like he’s used to popping stiffys. Usually the amped adrenaline from a fight can make it happen, or he feels the persistent throb whenever he wakes up in the morning— though he doesn’t know how to deal with it other than waiting for it to go down naturally, or he takes a freezing cold shower to fix it.

Although it doesn’t fix the ache that continues to throb between his thighs later, but it’s far easier to bear than walking around with a stiffy. And he’s not about to ask anyone about it. The thought of talking to anyone about his cock has a heat rising inside him as he tries to stop his cheeks from flushing a dark crimson at the thought.

Some nights when the sensation is too unbearable he’ll hump his futon, face buried in the sheets as he focuses on the pleasure that surges through him and it doesn’t take much to have him spilling his seed into his boxers.

But you’re different. Shamelessly leaning over to question him as you invade his personal space, the saccharine scent of your perfume enters his nostrils and settles at the back of his skull as he tries to remember to breathe as you give him a coy smile and ask “Sakura, are you hard?”

And he is, unbearably so— but he doesn’t know how to answer, his teeth chew his inner gum as he clenches his eyes shut tight. Triggering his fight or flight, but you’re faster— reaching out to hold his hand to stop him from running from another problem as you tilt your head to the side, “Do you want me to help you fix it?”

So he finds himself sitting opposite you, trying to remember to breathe as you make certain motions with your hands— and he mimics you perfectly, feeling the pleasure and heat course through his veins as you direct him further to cup his balls. And your praise, telling him what a good job he’s doing, and how pretty he looks— But it’s when your hand covers his, to indicate to hold himself tighter that he can’t take it anymore, as his hips buck wildly as he cums all over his tummy with a wild, blissed out look in his eyes.

Barely the side of your hand had brushed against his length and Sakura already decides that it feels so much better when you do it.

You call him a “Good boy.” when he cums, and your words already have his cock ramrod hard again.

“Maybe we should try moving on to the next step, hm?”

“W-what’s that?”

And it’s then Sakura finds out what a handjob is.

But of course he ends up asking a question that only serves to have his mind reeling when you answer— when he asks if this is how you get yourself off— and then you’re shimmying out of your panties to show him.

[kathlare]

held in a note

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A simple moment between Amelie and Rodrigo sparks questions she hadn't let herself ask before—questions about love, trust, and whether she’s ready to let someone in again.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: none

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September 29th, 2022 - Atlanta, GA

The arena was empty except for the crew, the band, and a few scattered techs adjusting the stage lights. Amelie stood center stage, gripping the microphone, her voice effortlessly filling the space as she ran through the final chorus of how many things. The music swelled around her, the sound of Alex’s guitar blending seamlessly with the piano and drums.

She was exhausted, but it was the good kind. The kind that came from doing what she loved. The opening night of her emails i can’t send tour was just a few hours away, and everything had to be perfect.

Alex gave her a nod from across the stage as the last note rang out, his fingers still lingering on the guitar strings. —Alright, not bad,— he called out, adjusting his strap. —Wanna run it again or take five?—

Amelie exhaled, rolling her shoulders. —Five. My voice is gonna hate me if I don’t chill for a second.—

She took a sip from her water bottle, stepping toward the edge of the stage when a familiar voice echoed through the arena.

—Didn’t think you’d need a break already. Thought you were a professional.—

Amelie’s head snapped up so fast she nearly dropped her bottle.

Rodrigo.

He stood near the first row of seats, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, a smirk playing at his lips. His presence alone sent a rush of warmth through her, and before she could think twice, she was running down the stage steps.

—What the fuck are you doing here?— she laughed, closing the distance between them.

—I had a few days off. Thought I’d come see your big moment,— Rodrigo said, grinning. —You didn’t think I’d miss it, did you?—

Amelie didn’t answer. Instead, she threw her arms around his neck, her momentum nearly knocking him backward. He caught her with ease, arms wrapping tightly around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground as she buried her face in his shoulder.

God, she’d missed him.

Rodrigo smelled like home—clean, familiar, safe. She pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands still resting on his shoulders. Their faces were close, too close, but neither of them moved away.

Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him.

It was soft, natural, easy. He kissed her back without hesitation, his hands settling on her waist, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of her tank top. When they finally pulled away, she could see the small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

—Guess you missed me,— he teased.

Amelie rolled her eyes, even though she knew it was true.

—Shut up,— she muttered, fighting a smile as she pulled away.

Rodrigo chuckled, grabbing his duffle bag from where he’d dropped it. —Where can I leave my stuff?—

—Dressing room. Down the hall, second door on the left,— she said, pointing toward the back of the arena. —You remember?—

—Yeah. I’ll be back in a sec.—

She watched him disappear through the side entrance before making her way back onto the stage, still feeling the ghost of his lips on hers.

Alex was leaning against his amp, arms crossed, a smirk already forming as she approached.

—That was cute,— he said, amused. —Didn’t know we were getting a live rom-com today.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, grabbing her water bottle again. —Shut the fuck up.—

—No, seriously. You look happy,— Alex said, his tone softer now. —Are you guys official yet?—

She hesitated for a second, then shook her head. —No.—

Her pianist, Sofia, who had been adjusting her sheet music nearby, chimed in, —Why not? He looks head over heels for you.—

Amelie blinked, caught off guard.

Head over heels?

She hadn’t really thought about it in those terms. She knew Rodrigo liked her—obviously. They spent time together whenever they could, and it was easy, fun. But was it more than that?

She felt something with him, something warm and real. But love? She wasn’t sure she was ready to go there again. The last time she let herself truly fall for someone, it had shattered her.

But now, standing there under the glow of the stage lights, Rodrigo’s touch still lingering on her skin, Sofia’s words echoed in her head.

He looks head over heels for you.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, glancing at Alex, who was watching her carefully. He knew her better than most people did. He had been there through it all—the highs, the heartbreaks, the moments when she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to write a love song again.

—Is he?— she asked, her voice quieter now.

Alex tilted his head slightly. —I mean... yeah. It’s pretty obvious.—

Sofia nodded in agreement. —The way he looked at you when he walked in? Like you were the only person in the room. I’m just saying, if you’re waiting for a sign, that was a big fucking one.—

Amelie exhaled slowly, staring down at the stage floor. She had spent so much of the last few years keeping people at a distance, convincing herself that she was better off not letting anyone in too deep. But maybe… maybe it was time to try again.

Maybe it was time to stop being afraid of the what ifs and just let herself feel.

Rodrigo had been nothing but patient with her. He never pushed, never demanded more than she was ready to give. He was steady in a way she hadn’t realized she needed.

And maybe, just maybe, she owed it to herself to see where this could go.

She looked up at Alex, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at her lips. —Do you think I should?—

Alex shrugged, but there was something knowing in his eyes. —I think you deserve to be happy, Am. If he makes you happy, then what are you waiting for?—

She swallowed, nodding slowly.

Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to give her heart a chance again.

Rodrigo came jogging back onto the stage, his easy grin still in place. —Alright, where were we?—

Amelie met his gaze, something shifting inside her.

—Right here,— she said softly, and for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this could be something real.

[cricketnationrise]

3:00am, haus kitchen

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The Haus is still for once.

The kegster had wound down around one in the morning, the last hangers on gently but firmly ushered out the door by the lethal combination of Bitty’s implacable Southern manners and the looming presence of Ransom and Holster, standing just behind him. Even the most devoted partiers caved in the face of such a menacing one-two punch. (Everyone also knows that Bitty’s the scarier part of that combination—Holster and Ransom are just the muscle.)

Jack had been in bed by ten. Shitty and Lardo had disappeared to the reading room around midnight. Holster had piggy-backed Ransom up the stairs to the attic just before the Frogs left, Chowder held up between the ever-bickering Nursey and Dex as they stumbled back to their dorm. He and Ollie were the only ones crashing at the Haus tonight since tomorrow was their designated Bake Tester/Bitty Bonding day. Ever since Bitty had moved in, Ollie and Wicky and Bitty had to schedule their trio bonding time. It was depressing, having to schedule what was once as easy as calling across the hall from their dorm to his, but now they were guaranteed first crack at Bitty’s baked goods.

Ollie himself had conked out on the couch before the frogs left. Normally Wicky would be right there with him, buried in a blanket nest on the floor, but he’s too fucking wired. He wishes he could say it’s the result of whatever Shitty had dumped in the tub juice this time around, but he knows better. He’s not thinking about the why though. He can’t. If he looks at it too closely, he might explode.

So he cleans instead.

Wicky picks up solo cups and empty cans and soggy confetti (who let Shitty have access to a bunch of party poppers?). He sops up puddles of mystery liquid and gathers lost hoodies and hats and socks (Socks? Who is going barefoot at a kegster?) to put in the box of the porch once the sun comes up. The set of car keys he finds, he pins to the corkboard—Ransom or Holster will know whose keys they are and can get them back to their owner. Wicky wipes the stickiness off the kitchen counters and table and sweeps the floor. He’s just bagging up the trash when a soft, concerned Wicky? comes from the doorway.

He spins to see Ollie in the doorway, looking adorably confused as he hides a yawn in his shoulder.

“Thought you were asleep, Ollie,” he says, quietly so he doesn’t wake the rest of the Haus.

“I thought you were gon’ sleep. What’re you doin’?”

“Just too amped from the party, I think. Got a jump on the clean up. Figure Bitty would appreciate—”

“Wicky.” Ollie cuts him off, mid-ramble. “Was it— Are you—” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Should I back off?”

Wicky’s mouth goes dry. Apparently Ollie doesn’t want to let him continue to ignore the root cause of his restlessness. Rude of him, but it sort of sounds like—

“Back off?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You were right there next to me on the dance floor.”

Wicky gulps. “You— you weren’t just…”

“Jesus fucking christ, Wicky. I wasn’t just anything when I pulled you against me by the back of your neck. I wanted you pressed as close as possible. I thought you wanted that, too.”

“Oh.”

“But it clearly made you uncomfortable enough that you’re cleaning at three in the morning, so. Do you want me to back off?” Ollie repeats, meeting his eyes squarely.

“Just, to confirm, or whatever. You were flirting with me tonight?”

“I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, Pace.” He rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Or trying to anyway. I couldn’t really get a read on whether you were flirting back or not. Tonight was a chance to see if you would.”

“Oh.”

In the quiet that stretches between them, Wicky can’t hear anything but the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears. Ollie has been flirting with him. For weeks. Flirting with him.

“I’m really gonna need you to say someth—mphff.”

Wicky cuts Ollie’s words off with a kiss. He pulls Ollie as close as possible, deliberately mirroring their positions from earlier tonight. He’s got one hand on his waist, the other cupping the back of Ollie’s neck, holding him firmly in place. He’s not sure how long they kiss for, only that it feels fucking amazing, his best friend matching every movement of his mouth. It feels sheets warm from the dryer—safe and comfortable, lived in.

He kind of never wants it to stop.

[rebornologist]

Fon smut with overstimulation, fem or afab reader.

Thank you 🖤

"sixth time's a charm" ♡ Fon/Reader smut blurb⁎⁺˳✧

698 words ♡ warnings: piv, overstim, orgasm torture, finger sucking/biting, slight dacryphilia, fon has a big dick idk MDNI! nsf/w utc; pet names incl: dear, darling, love, dove

You had been with Fon for a little over a year, and just when you had grown comfortable with being intimate with him and believed that your sex life could not be amped up any more, he developed a terrible habit of overstimulating you nearly every. single. time. And now, just the thought of your morning escapade has you shyly rubbing your thighs together with a quickened heartbeat. The mellow martial artist is no stranger to coyly seducing you into a vulnerable position, his lean and bare body hovering over your prone form and littering your exposed flesh with hot open-mouthed kisses and teeth scraping gently against your skin. He truly treats your body like a sacred temple, never too rough with you, even if you tell him it’s okay to be harder on you (he’s just too much of a sweetheart). It seems that the regular morning stretches and yoga had its ulterior motives perks, as it's allowed him to position you just how he likes you, and he loves the way you bend and curl so obediently for him.

"Easy there, dearest," he coos, voice hushed and barely audible over the whimpers and whines you could not hold back. You whip your head over to attempt to bury it into the pillow and muffle your cries. Lithe fingers brush over your wet swollen lower lips and part them to gently slide over your clit, earning a lewd mewl of his name from your sweet mouth. “Oh!” He exclaims, eyebrows raising and a sly smile of pure hunger and satisfaction graces his delicate features. He couldn’t get enough of your reactions to every little touch. Your chest heaves, how many times has it been? Four? Five? You’re beginning to lose count.

“Now, my love…” he begins, pushing your leg up to hook it over his shoulder. “Would you be so patient,” he positions himself at your poor, soaked, oversensitive entrance, “as to allow me one.. last,” he continues, pushing in so teasingly slowly, feeling you clench and squirm at the sensation, “round?” he finally finishes his question as he bottoms out, and you’re biting your lip as you nod weakly, succumbing to just how good he feels inside of you. With the slightest shift of his hips, your back arches and you fight the urge to push him away from how overwhelming the sensation is. “Ah, ah, don't run.. relax, dove.” He mumbles, brushing away a stray tear and gripping you firmly with one hand on your thigh and one on your hip, leaning over you to rock into you, slowly, initially, but you’re hypersensitive to even the evenly paced drag of his cock in and out of you.

As he picks up the pace, you find yourself scrambling to cup your hand over your face to muffle your cries, but he moves it from your mouth, encouraging you to grip his bicep instead, and he presses his long, slender fingers to your drooling lips, chuckling slightly when you gratefully take them into your mouth, biting down on them softly to not hurt him, and moaning around his fingers. He finds it adorable that you’re trying to be gentle, even when he’s being so devious as to torture you with countless orgasms. His hips move faster, and you cry out as he withdraws his fingers, now thoroughly soaked in your drool, and begins to rub little circles on your clit to bring you to another high to match his. “So sweet for me, darling..” he manages between his panting breaths, rocking into you with a precision of a man desperately chasing your high in conjunction with his own. "Cum for me, again, pretty please..?" He gasps, short nails digging into the flesh of your thigh as he holds it up over his shoulder. As he brushes hard against the deep spot inside of you, he marvels at the sight before him, your hips bucking and back arching as you chant a string of yesyesyesyesyes and breathlessly thank him for making you cum again. This time, you’ve truly unwound into a teary, fucked-out mess... and he looks forward to the next time he can do this to you.

fin.✧

[flyingspicerack]

12 and 41 for maoichi. smirks

dsjfhsfhdkfjh dont smirk at me like that feshsjklf

12 - stomach

"H-Hey, wait, w-what are you doing?"

"Hm?" Looking up at them with heavy lidded eyes, Ichimatsu stops.

The two had just finished a heavy make out session, wandering hands abound chests fondled, both hot and bothered, amped up and ready to keep going further. Just moments before, Ichimatsu had asked if he could use his mouth, wanting to bury his face in them so desperately and was on his way to fulfil what he set out to do, he was just taking a small detour. He had been placing kisses all along their stomach, kissing down the curve of their belly, slowly making his way lower and lower. When Mao spoke up, he had stopped, chin now gently resting in the small indent where their belly button was.

"W-Why are you kissing there?" They ask softly, embarrassed. Propped up a bit by pillows, Mao looks down at him, one of their hand at their mouth, the back of their hand pressed against their lips, covering a bit of their face out of shyness.

"We... We've been dating for over half a year now... and you have to keep asking that?" He asks, stoic, eyes heavy lidded.

Mao shifts their eyes away, mild guilt now filling them.

"Mao... I kiss here because I like you... a-and I like this... I like your stomach, a lot." He says, proceeded to bring both hands to their belly and groping at it. "And... I'll keep reassuring you that I do... I really... really really like your stomach... There's just..." He tilts his head down so he can kiss at it again, now at the little space below their belly button. His words are slightly muffled as he speaks into the skin. "So much to grab... kiss..." Oh, he so so so desperately wants to say it, he wants to use the word... he wants to tell them he loves their stomach, but he... he can't he's a coward, he's just not ready to say it. He's even forbid himself from even saying the word around them when even referring to anything else, as if he really used that word all that much to begin with...

"I... I'm sorry I have a hard time believing you... I'm trying, I really am..." They look down at him, watching the top of his head, the bridge of his nose as he kisses.

Ichimatsu speaks between kisses, eyes fluttered shut. "I know... I know... We'll keep... working on it... together."

"P-Promise you don't mind?"

Ichimatsu stops and tilts his head up to meet their nervous gaze. He pulls a hand from where it was gently gripping one of their hip rolls and wordlessly holds up an outstretched pinkie.

Pulling the hand away from their mouth, Mao extends their own pinkie to meet his, the two intertwining. The both sharing a small moment before releasing each others digits.

Then, as quickly as the sweet smile had spread on his lips, it turns a bit malicious, corners morphing the expression to a smirk. "Now... let me show you how much I really like your body, yeah?"

With a little squeak, Mao nods, face bloomed with a deep pink hue as Ichimatsu proceeds to delve between their thighs.

41 - while one is sick

Giggles fill the room, bouncing off the walls of the shared bedroom belonging to the set of sextuplets, though it is surprisingly empty. Lying down, whole futon to himself, Ichimatsu lies at the very end of it in his typical spot, lying flat on his back. Kneeled beside him, his loving partner of only a few weeks, the source of these giggles. For the first time ever, after about 7 or so months of knowing each other, Mao has heard him sneeze for the first time. The result of holding in what could be a loud explosion, is simply a compressed little sneeze that simply sounds like a small, cute little squeak. As their giggles subside, the hand that had unsuccessfully tried to suppress the laughter moves away from their mouth to sit in their lap with their other hand. "Hehe, I'm sorry Ichimatsu-kun, I just had no idea you sounded so cute when you sneeze." Ichimatsu's eyes are shifted away, face red out of a mixture of embarrassment, the fever from his cold, and mild anger. He's not angry at them for laughing, that's the embarrassment. No, he's angry that he's gotta sound like that when he sneezes. "Can you just put the cold compress on me and leave." He grumbles.

"Hm? No, I'm not going anywhere." They reply, picking up the cold compress from the bowl of ice water its soaking it, proceeded to wring it out as he continue speaking. "You took care of me last week, it's the least I could do."

"You're... gonna get si-si-si-si-ICHU!!" He sneezes.

Mao sighs and rerolls the towel again so it's perfect, then lean over their boyfriend and with a gentle hand, move his bangs so they can put the cold towel there. "Sick?" They ask.

"Ugh, yeah..." He mutters.

They playfully roll their eyes, still leaning over him a bit. "Isn't that what you told me? This is a result of you taking care of me, remember?"

He closes his eyes, brows furrowing. "We'll end up in a cycle of perpetual sick. It's happened before... then we all turned into Jyushimatsu..."

Mao giggles again, thinking he's joking because he's sick, not knowing that was something that actually legitimately happened. "Well, I think the fact that you couldn't hold back from making out with me is what got you sick.

"I didn't see you complaining." He smirks, eyes still closed.

They scoff a little. "What? You got a lot of nerve, Ichimatsu-kun, I distinctly remembering trying to tell you to stop."

"Yeah, but... emphasis on 'trying,' you were giggling, and saying it like-" He changes the pitch of his voice and softens it a bit, trying to mimic their voice full of little giggles. "-Nooo stooop~"

They reach a hand over and lightly pinch his cheek. "Cheeky fucker."

He lets out a low chuckle before fishing his hand out from beneath the blankets and attempts to push their hand off. "So is that a no?"

"Hm?" They tilt their head to the side, not sure what he's asking.

"No more sick kisses? I think... they healed you, so they'll probably heal me, right?" He opens one of his eyes, trying to peek at them.

Mao's chest tightens... the two of them have just started their relationship together, and the both of them were insufferable, absolutely insatiable. No, they haven't done anything more than kissing, actually, they still haven't even introduced tongue yet, and still... they wanted their lips locked every moment they could, and this was driving them insane. The both of them... Sick, back to back? Torturous.

"I'll... give you a little one." They... they can't help themself, proceeding to move so they're on their knees beside him, but they half tower over him, putting each hand on either side of his head, their pink hair flowing over their shoulder a bit, the ends dusting against his chest.

Ichimatsu now opens both eyes, cheeks flushed, a slight look of surprise settles to satisfaction, his lips curling a little.

Leaning down, Mao goes to place a little kiss at the tip of his nose, but as he was expecting an actual kiss, he tilts his head to meet their lips instead.

Startled, Mao pulls back, towering above him again. "H-Hey."

A smirk sits on his lips. "You didn't say anything about not on the mouth."

Sighing, they shake their head a little. "What am I gonna do with you?"

He doesn't answer verbally, just puckers his lips.

They can't say no... even if they get sick again because of it... it's worth it, it's worth it for Ichimatsu. Moving now so they're under the blankets with him, Mao nuzzles up to him, placing soft kisses on his cheek that trail to his lips as he turns to meet them, neither caring about the cold compress that's fallen, neither caring about the cycle of sickness they'll be putting themselves into.