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Breathe

Part 10

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Fingering. Squirting. Oral sex (F receiving). Masturbation (M). Description of a heart attack and administration of CPR.

Summary: Comfortable domestication sets into your routines after Will officially moves in with you, and a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home from the gym earns Will another reputation at Publix.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who continues to follow this story and pour on so much love and excitement for it! With the events in this chapter, I'll urge anyone who has never learned or is set to renew to please get certified in CPR as you never know if and when you may need it! (In case anyone is wondering I've been watching far too much Bondi Rescue, already have a kink for first responders, and work in healthcare so this is the result 🤣)

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Will pulled another one of his t-shirts out of the box he was unpacking and shook it loose from its current fold, refolding it and then tucking it neatly in the drawer that had been designated for him in your dresser.

All of his things were moved into the house thanks to the help of the guys, and after a couple of sleepless nights due to his insomnia put to good use, almost everything he owned had found a new place intermixed with yours, leaving him with only a few more boxes to sort through.

The usual anxiety he got from disorganization was calmed by a sense of peace he hadn’t experienced in as long as he could remember, the normal stresses of moving his belongings yet again whisked away by the comforts of your house already feeling like home to him, the disarray of clothes and personal possessions that made him tick seeming small compared to the joy that was so immense in his heart.

“Hey,” your soft voice sang as you entered the room, walking up behind him where you carded your hands up his back and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

Will smiled and covered your hand with his after you had wrapped it around to his front, glancing over his shoulder at you to see your face as much as he could.

“I was thinking you might want something to eat. Are you hungry?”

“Hmm, yeah,” Will confirmed, the grumble in his stomach unnoticed until now with how focused he was on putting things away.

“Okay, I’ll go whip us something up,” you offered, puckering your lips against his back one more time before peeling yourself off of him.

“I’ll do it,” he countered, taking an empty box and stacking it in another one on the floor. “You don’t have to do everything.”

He looked at you with a mix of appreciation and guilt, and you instantly knew a lot of your time living together would be spent with him trying to repay everything you did, never wanting you to lift a finger more than you should have to.

“How about we cook together then.”

Will’s smile was crooked on his gorgeous face, the grin bringing out the lines around his eyes that you loved so much, and he followed behind as you turned and walked out of your room, feeling his arms wrap around you to make you wobble with each step.

You laughed and held onto his forearms, squirming slightly as he rubbed his face back and forth on the side of your neck, a low growl reverberating through him.

He eventually released you, stalking you from a step back whenever you looked over your shoulder at him, pulling your lip in your teeth in seeing the ravenous glint in his eyes.

You decided to lean into this mood he was in, the confidence you felt from the way he kept staring at you making you work to tease him in subtle ways; casually touching your neck and chest with a light trace of your fingers, or slipping past him closer than was necessary to grab cutlery out of the drawer, your breasts brushing his arm as you did.

Looking over your shoulder to see if your flirting ways were getting a rise out of him, you giggled when you saw him shake his head ever so slightly, a quiet warning that only encouraged you more.

You had no reason to bend over to open one of the lower cabinets, but did so anyway, sticking your bum out purposefully in hopes he would take the bait.

Straightening yourself, you continued to face away from him, taking a pot and setting it in the sink where you flicked on the tap to fill it, accepting that you should try to make a valiant attempt at actually making dinner rather than only teasing him.

You grinned when you heard him approach, excitement bubbling in you as you anticipated his retaliation.

His large hand landed on your ass with a smack, playfully but with enough force to make every part of you ache, his tone full of wanting as he leaned over you from behind and spoke in your ear.

“Keep acting like that and we’ll be skipping dinner altogether.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” you quipped, turning your body to better admire the way his t-shirt clung to his form as he retreated from you and reached up to open a cupboard, peering out at you behind the door with his eyebrows raised.

“Both. But maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll be made into dessert.”

Heat rushed through your body, your heart thrumming wildly in your chest as he shut the door with some force and closed the distance between you, his dominant stature looming over you and making you feel defenseless in the best way possible.

You closed your eyes, tilting your chin slightly to invite him to do whatever he wanted with you, reminding yourself to breathe as you stood waiting, your body completely still while arousal and lust ran frantically inside you.

You could feel him lean in close to you, the warmth of his body occupying your space, knowing his mouth was so close to yours and that his piercing blue eyes were watching you react.

Remembering once again to breathe, you forced yourself to release the air held in your lungs, your impatience growing as you continued to wait for Will to touch you in some way.

A quiet moan passed your lips with the breath you let out when he caught your chin with his hand, a firm hold on it with his thumb and index finger tucked underneath, angling your head back slightly more.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, the sound of awe in his voice making you smile, your chest swelling from his praise.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he added, his thumb moving to pull down your bottom lip before finally closing what little gap remained between you to kiss you. It was soft and sweet and full of a gentleness that was the opposite of what you were expecting, his hand letting go of your chin to land on your hips with the other one, squeezing your flesh before slipping them up and around your back.

You felt him exhale into you, his body relaxing and melting into yours, and after another minute of slowly tangling his tongue with yours he broke the seal of your lips.

His eyes were heavy when they flickered from your lips that were plump and moist from his and up the rest of your face until he met your gaze, his words coming out quietly but with a conviction you couldn’t deny.

“Let’s go to bed, dinner can wait.”

The house was full of laughter, bringing the biggest smile to your face as you cleaned up a bit in the kitchen, hearing Benny telling a funny story and all the other guys erupt loudly, the happiness you felt in hearing the sound of Will’s true laugh comparable to nothing else.

A full week had passed since he officially moved in with you, and tonight the guys were over for dinner to thank them for their help with moving all of his stuff over to your house; the pizzas almost all devoured and the empty beer bottles accumulating quickly.

Benny strutted into the kitchen as he called out a jab at Frankie over his shoulder, his broad smile greeting you and making yours stretch wider.

“Just remember,” he started, grabbing a couple of beers out of the fridge. “No take-backsies. I know more than anyone what a pain in the ass that one can be to live with but he’s all yours now.” His words came out serious but you knew Benny well enough to know he was joking, the look on his face giving away all the fallacy in his statement.

You laughed and shook your head. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting him go.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” he shouted, exiting the kitchen.

It had been another hour and Frankie, Santiago and Benny were all making their way out the door, Frankie supporting Tom as best he could as more than a few too many beers started to really show their effect on him.

“You sure you got him?” You heard Will ask Frankie as you rounded the corner from your bedroom.

“I’m fine!” Tom slurred, laughing as he tried to shake Frankie’s hold on him, only to stumble out the door and into Benny.

“Yeah, I’ll get him home,” Frankie assured Will, his tone sober and slightly annoyed, this not the first time any of them had had to wrestle his keys from him and drive him home.

“Thanks, man,” Will nodded, closing the door behind them once they all managed to find their way out.

He locked the door and turned around, puffing out his cheeks in a sigh as he raised his eyebrows at you with a knowing glance, then made his way over to the couch.

Will flopped down on it, resting his head back against it, his arms stretched out over the back while his legs splayed out wide.

You looked him up and down, never able to get over how long his legs were in his jeans that fit him so well and how you always found yourself desperate to straddle him whenever he sat like that.

Like he could read your thoughts, he beckoned you over with the tilt of his head, his smile crooked on his lips.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he purred.

You smiled as you slowly made your way over, watching him watch you with satisfaction and a slight deviousness on his face.

You went to grab onto his shoulders and straddle him, only to be stopped when he shook his head and spoke with a quiet demand.

“Not yet.”

You raised your brow and tilted your head, putting your hands up in the air to exaggerate not being able to touch him, a light chuckle sounding off his gorgeous lips.

“Get undressed,” he ordered, the hunger in his eyes making heat burst through your entire body, the need to get your clothes off even more pressing.

There was no time to waste with him sitting there looking like that, so amused and aroused, his confidence radiating through the room between you and into you as you began slipping out of your shirt and then pants, but slowed down when you got to your lacy set of underwear.

Nothing on Will moved other than his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, his stoicism exciting you even more, his patience something to be admired.

You teasingly pulled the straps of your bra off your shoulders in turn, maintaining eye contact with him when you reached behind your back and popped the clasp open, squirming on the spot when it fell to the ground and exposed your chest.

Will tipped his chin up slightly, a subtle sign of his appeasement, his eyes seeming to glow as they floated over your breasts and then down your stomach to where your thong still covered you.

Hooking your thumbs in the waist of it, you slowly shimmied the tiny garment down your hips, only to stop and put it back in place, smiling when Will tilted his head in a somewhat cautionary way, making you abide and pull the underwear all the way down your legs as you bit your lip.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and rough.

“Can I come touch you now?” you asked, hoping his answer would be the one you wanted.

He nodded, his smirk ever-present on his perfect face, and you made your way over to him with as much composure as you could muster, really just wanting to leap into his lap and attach yourself to him.

It wasn’t as easy to get your way as you had thought; Will spinning you to face away from him once you were standing between his legs, a small huff of disappointment blowing out of your lungs as you were made to face the rest of the living room.

“Don’t pout,” he chided, his fingers tracing up the side of your thighs and across your hips, then over the curve of your bum, the sensation divine and ticklish all at once.

You felt his face brush against your skin, his beard both soft and rough, and you hummed as you relaxed to his touch, every caress familiar yet just as exciting as the first one.

His hand slid between your legs, his long fingers running through your folds while his other hand gripped your cheek and pulled it apart, a needy whine sounding out of you involuntarily.

You heard him groan as he continued to explore you, feeling your wet coating his fingers, his nose grazing against your skin as he brought his face nearer to your ass, smelling your arousal and inhaling all of you.

The sound of his heavy breathing and feeling it blow out on your naked flesh made you smile, knowing how crazy he was driven just from you standing there ready for him, your curiosity as to what he would do with you next spiking as much as your desire.

With his patience fully spent, Will forcefully pulled you down onto his lap, his hands pressing firmly on your stomach and chest to angle you back against his front.

You could feel the heat pouring off of him through his shirt and jeans, the denim rough on your bare skin as you shifted slightly and wiggled your bum against the hard bulge you were sitting on.

“Fuck,” he growled, his mouth beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck as he grabbed one of your legs at a time and threw them over his vast thighs, spreading his legs further apart so yours automatically did too.

You were now completely stretched wide, your cunt exposed to the rest of the room in front of you, Will’s right hand carding down your stomach that moved with your laboured breaths until he reached your splayed folds and inserted two of his fingers.

Your hips immediately began to move the moment he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, riding his hand that expertly massaged you, your soft cries of pleasure breaking through the quiet air already.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked in your ear, his mouth reattaching to the side of your neck.

You nodded, only to have the option of moving your head stop when his hand that wasn’t between your legs came up and wrapped around your throat, applying the most gentle pressure that had you aching and even wishing he would hold it tighter.

“Will,” you breathed, begging for more, the tempo at which you rocked against his hand increasing, his fingers that were hot and slick from your body moving to toy with your clit.

“You look so beautiful like this, sweetheart,” he growled, his tone not matching the sweetness of his words but all of it making you climb to your high even more.

He inserted his fingers back inside your hole, the heel of his hand hitting your clit and providing a firm base for you to grind against, and he released his other hand from around your neck and let it land on your tits, tugging at your nipples to make you cry out even more.

He kept you firmly against him, your skin rubbing on the material of his clothes with such contrast, your nudity feeling dirty and sinful and adding to everything you were feeling.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained as you ground on his throbbing cock through his jeans. “You’re gonna squirt all over me, yeah?”

His question rang out through the blood that rushed in your ears, your orgasm imminent and coming on fast, and knowing you were going to make a mess on him brought you to the edge, heat and pressure coiling at the base of your spine as he continued to roughly fuck you with his fingers.

You attempted to close your legs as your climax ripped through you, only to have Will keep them locked apart how they were by pressing his own further out, forcing you to feel every single part of your high as thoroughly as you could, the pace he kept with his hand not faltering.

You screamed and gripped his forearm hard, knowing you were leaving claw marks in his skin, your entire body spasming as you succumbed to everything he was giving you.

There was no rest when you were done, his fingers still working you relentlessly, determined to pick you apart as much as he could.

“Good girl, you're not done yet,” he hissed, keeping the same harsh rhythm that made you break in the first place.

You jolted against him, wailing and pleading, your body calming just enough to start the build on your second orgasm.

“Fuck! Will!”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he encouraged, his breath hot on your damp skin.

His large form supported you as you arched back into him, pressing hard against his front where he felt so solid compared to how boneless you felt from the intense pleasure he was providing you, and with even more persistence, Will’s fingers made you fall apart again.

The orgasm was even more profound than the first, and just as he had predicted he would make happen, you squirted all over his lap.

“Fuck, that’s it, keep going,” he praised, not letting up as he made sure to draw out every second of euphoria, the mess you were making not his concern right now.

You glanced down at his arm that was still working between your legs, noticing his tattoo glistening with your wet, the movement of his fingers on you finally slowing.

About to make a request to return the favour by offering yourself for him to use in which ever way he wanted, you were robbed of the chance, Will efficiently placing you off his lap and onto the leather cushion that was now slippery and getting on his knees in front of yours that he was forcing apart with his hands.

He looked at you hungrily, ready to devour you, his glance almost a warning that made your breath halt in your lungs as you waited for him to pounce, his fingertips gripping at the softness of your thighs.

“I need to taste this,” he huffed out, his chest moving exaggeratedly with heaving breaths.

Will dove his face between your legs, licking a broad stripe up your inner thigh until he reached your soppy cunt, your body shuddering in reaction to more stimulation on your oversensitive sex.

“Fuuuuuck!” The word was drawn out, your head falling back against the couch as you arched into his face, his hands pulling you closer to him as he dragged you to the edge by gripping under your ass.

He ate everything he had coaxed out of you, his groans of appreciation rumbling through you, and you opened your eyes when you felt him remove his hands from your body, watching him unbuckle his belt and then open the button of his jeans, the sound of his zipper pulling down making an excited noise blow passed your lips.

He continued to lick and suck at your clit, swiping through your folds and then swirling his tongue around your swollen bud, giving it a pull with his lips as he peeled his boxers down enough to release his throbbing cock and take hold of it, his breathing and intensity of his movements on you increasing after just a couple of strokes on himself.

Knowing he was transferring your juices from his hand onto his cock to lubricate his actions turned you even more feral, his muffled groans driving you even more crazy with lust.

“God, Will!” you cried, reaching behind you to grip the back of the couch with your hand, riding his face that he kept pressed firmly on your center, your eyes closing again despite being so desperate to see him jerk his long cock in his hand.

He was focused on his task, destined to make you shatter for a third time only now on his tongue, your pleasure adding to his own.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come again!” you wailed, and Will stayed exactly how he was, maintaining the same pace and pressure on your aching cunt as you crumbled, the only change being on his cock that he pumped furiously.

You exploded on his mouth, your cry sharp as your body convulsed, hardly noticing that Will had left your body and stood before you in your weak, fucked-out state as soon as you had finished.

Your tired eyes opened slowly when you felt his fingers under your chin, holding your face up, his thumb swiping on your lower lip where he gently forced your mouth open.

You looked up at him with love and obedience, letting your jaw hang for him, watching his gorgeous face contort with pleasure as he continued to work himself.

The muscles of his stomach and legs flexed wildly as he started to release, his moans growing louder as his load shot out onto your lips and tongue that you stuck out to catch a taste, not shying away from being covered in his cum, angling your torso forward to get yourself directly in the path of it.

It felt wonderfully warm on your skin, landing on your chest that had now cooled slightly from your sweat, your nipples hardening as it dripped down the curve of your breasts and tickled your sensitive skin.

Your smile was almost deranged as you looked up at him, the man who you loved and would do absolutely anything for, never feeling more powerful and sexy than you were now as you sat in your own mess while covered in his, the smell of your love heavy in the air.

He knew it too, his own crooked, sated grin tugging up the one side of his lips as he caught his breath, his hand returning to hold your face as he looked down at you with pride.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he spoke lazily, his orgasm taking away any tension in his body.

Your grin stretched out even more, the most satisfied, warm feeling running through your veins, your eyes closing as you bit your lip and caught another taste of him and relished in the way he loved and praised you.

“You don’t mind if I just run in quickly?” you asked, watching Will nod his head again in confirmation as he turned left at the stoplight.

“Yes! It’s fine,” he chuckled, amused that you had now checked with him twice that he didn’t care if you stopped in at the grocery store quickly on your way home from the gym. “I can get some stuff to barbecue for dinner tonight.”

“Yeah? Okay,” you agreed lightly, happy he was choosing to come in with you and didn't seem too bothered by it.

Will pulled into the Publix parking lot and found a spot near the back that was away from all the other cars and big enough for his truck, raising his eyebrows at you as he turned the key in the ignition and unfastened his seatbelt.

“Let’s go,” he chimed, opening his door with a somewhat forced smile, and you sensed a bit of hesitation growing in him as the amount of occupied parking spaces indicated the number of people inside.

You met him on the other side of the truck after getting out where he stood waiting for you, taking your hand in his before walking through the lot together.

“Thanks for coming with me,” you said softly to him, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you walked.

He gave your hand a squeeze and smiled at you, his sigh audible as you stepped in through the automatic doors.

“Why don’t you go grab what you need and I’ll meet you at the checkout?” he suggested, his eyes surveying the store rather than looking at you.

It was busy, families and couples and even more people on their own weaving in and out of the produce stands with their carts, and you knew Will already wanted out of there as quickly as possible.

“Okay, I’ll be quick,” you promised, already stepping away from him to get a move on despite not wanting to let go of his clammy hand.

Will cursed under his breath as he made his way through the produce section, regretting his decision of coming in as he felt a slight sense of panic start to creep up his spine, and he began counting his breaths to himself as he grabbed some peppers and zucchinis and then moved to where the fresh meat was displayed.

He picked out a pack of chicken thighs and felt some relief that he had efficiently got everything he needed for dinner, only to remember the bottle of olive oil at home was almost empty and he would have to go through more of the store to get to the aisle where it was stocked.

He breathed out a sigh of relief when he turned down the aisle and it was empty aside from a gentleman facing one of the shelves who he assumed was in his sixties, passing by him quietly to stop in front of the bottles of various types of cooking oils, glancing at the prices and regions they were from.

Will reached out for a bottle, stopping when he felt a heavy hand land on his arm, making him shuffle it against the other ones on the shelf and almost fall off.

“What the f–” he started, his hand raising quickly in an instinct to protect himself while his anger did the same in his alarm, the groceries he was holding falling to the ground. When he saw it was the man he had passed dropping to the floor beside him in a heap, he immediately changed his tune, his confusion and defensiveness switching to act on the first aid training he’d practiced his whole career.

“Hey, hey,” he called, doing his best to guide the man carefully to the floor so he didn’t hit his head, a look of pure terror in his eyes as he stared at Will desperately. “It’s okay, buddy.”

“Fuck!” Will cursed, whipping his head around to look for help as the man immediately went unconscious.

Will’s index and middle fingers landed on his neck to check for a pulse, carefully waiting for a couple of seconds only to feel nothing beating against them.

He quickly positioned himself at the man’s side and placed his hands one on top of the other in the center of his sternum, beginning compressions and counting each one in his head.

One, two, three, four, five…

Each second felt like an eternity as Will waited for someone to pass by the aisle, unable to believe with how busy the store was that there was somehow no one around.

…eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen…

Finally someone walked by.

“Hey! HEY!” Will shouted, his voice a boom amongst the normal sounds of chatter and generic music playing overhead, the beep of the cash register scanning food carrying on as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

The other man Will had yelled at stood frozen behind his cart, only nodding his head as Will instructed him what to do.

“Call 911 and ask an employee for a defibrillator. Now.”

The guy fumbled for his phone in his pocket but to Will’s relief was on the line with the 911 operator right away, and thankfully someone else noticed what was happening and came over to Will.

“What can I do?” they asked, kneeling beside the unresponsive man.

“Tip his chin up and back to try to open his airway,” Will explained, still compressing on his chest.

About a minute later and already into his second round of chest compressions, an employee skirted around the corner with the defib in hand, moving quickly to open it.

“There should be scissors in there,” he explained, still counting in his head. “Cut his shirt off.”

They did as they were told, quickly exposing the man’s chest as Will continued to press on it where his unbeating heart lay beneath, trying to get it pumping again.

“Put one pad here…good, and the other there,” he nodded, indicating the spots where they needed to go with his head as he continued what he was doing.

Will stopped doing CPR once the automated voice instructed him to stop touching the patient, waiting for the defibrillator to assess and confirm if a shock was needed, wiping the sweat dripping from his face with his hand.

When you heard an employee who was stocking a shelf say to another as you walked by that there was an emergency happening a few aisles over, your heart immediately jumped into your throat.

Automatically, you started hurrying through the store, glancing down each section you passed in search of Will, trying to calm yourself and reassure your racing mind that it was unlikely it had anything to do with him, knowing nothing like what happened to him before in this store was likely to happen again.

You slid between a group of people crowding around the end of the condiments section, standing by and watching the scene before them that you eventually were able to see for yourself.

Will’s wearied, blue eyes instantly met with yours as you locked in on him kneeling beside an older man who paramedics were now attending to, the apparent excitement starting to settle as the man who, from what others were whispering beside you, was ‘dead’ only a minute ago.

Will gave you a nod that told you he was fine as he continued telling the paramedics what had happened and how many rounds of compressions he had performed, and that after two sets of CPR, the man’s pulse returned after having been unresponsive for exactly four minutes and fifty-three seconds.

Knowing there was nothing more he could do now that the paramedics were treating him and he had regained consciousness, Will stood and stepped over to you, placing his arm around you so his hand landed on the small of your back.

You felt it shake against you slightly, but he nodded again to confirm he was okay when you asked, his deep breath blowing out as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

A woman beside him clapped her hand on his arm appreciatively, congratulating him on his efforts. “You’re a hero!”

A few other people standing close agreed with her claim, and Will shook his head and glanced over at you, his voice quiet when he spoke.

“Can we get outta here?”

“Yeah, of course,” you agreed, not taking your eyes off of him as you slipped through the crowd and made your way out of the store.

It was silent after his door slammed shut, and you watched as Will stared out the windshield for a minute before sighing out slowly and then looked down at his lap.

You didn’t say anything, simply reached over and placed your hand over his, smoothing your thumb on the back of his hand until you saw the tension he held in his body visibly relax, his shoulders dropping and the flex in his cheek releasing.

His next sigh mixed with a bit of a laugh, shaking his head as he finally spoke.

“Maybe I'll have a better reputation at Publix now.”

You squeezed his hand, watching him continue to look almost defeated even though what he had just done was truly amazing, knowing how much guilt burdened him from the first incident he’d had at the store.

“You’re a good man, Will,” you proclaimed, feeling it to be the most true thing that’s ever come out of your mouth other than your love for him, your heart aching for him that he would never believe it no matter how many lives he saved or good things he did to make up for the ones he’d taken and choices he’d made.

When he remained quiet, knowing his mind was going a mile a minute and beginning to torture him with things he could no longer control, you leaned over the console and reached for his face, landing your palm on his cheek to get him to look at you.

“Hey,” you called, softly, and he smiled weakly as he turned his head and glanced over. “Do you want me to drive?”

He shook his head again, leaning slightly into your palm for a second as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“No, it’s okay. Driving will give me something to focus on. Thank you though,” he said, genuinely, his hand covering yours that still remained on his cheek, kissing your palm before peeling it off of him so he could press a kiss on your knuckles.

“Let’s go home,” he added, adjusting his body against his seat to shift his tired muscles before putting on his seatbelt and turning the key to start up the engine with a low roar.

“I’m gonna have a shower,” Will announced when you got in the door, still needing one after the gym and even more so now after the stress of the emergency at the store.

“Yeah, okay, enjoy,” you said, giving him a quick peck on his lips.

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, and he looked at you honestly, his tone true when he spoke.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, I promise.”

You smiled. “I know you are, Will. How about I sort us out some dinner? You must be hungry after all that.”

He held his stomach and sighed with a grin, “I’m starving!”

You giggled and nodded, stepping toward him again to wrap your hands around his middle to hug him, angling your face up at his. “Okay, go get clean and then I’ll get you fed.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, kissing you slowly. “I’ll never deserve you, baby.”

His hands stroked your hair as his eyes swept over your features like he would never fully grasp that you were his to love and vice versa.

“But you do,” you corrected, a smile dressing your lips when a smirk formed on his.

Will finally broke your embrace and disappeared to the bathroom, leaving you to go to the kitchen where you pondered what to put together for a meal while standing in front of an open cupboard.

You had really needed to grab a few things at the store, the pantry looking sparse and the fridge brighter than normal with all the empty spaces in it, and closing the door, you decided it was worth spending a couple extra bucks to order in some comfort food after a trying day.

Even though it wasn’t remotely cool outside, you decided some hot, spicy Pho would be the perfect choice, quickly ordering it on a delivery app and smiling when it was confirmed to arrive in less than twenty minutes.

You went into the living room and closed the curtains, grabbing two blankets from where they were neatly folded on the ottoman along with some pillows and placed them on the floor between the couch and coffee table.

A few candles were now lit and brought a warmth to the room that you loved so much, and you turned on the tv, selecting Seinfeld, knowing Will would appreciate having a familiar favourite on that would be easy to watch and take his mind off the excitement of what happened.

The sound of the shower was still going, and while waiting for the food to arrive, you ran down into the basement quickly to stick a clean towel in the dryer for a couple of minutes, hoping you would make it back up the stairs before Will was finished.

You slipped in the bathroom door that was left ajar, placing the hot towel on the vanity for him to use when he stepped out, taking a moment to admire his naked form standing beneath the stream of water, looking statuesque and godly.

Forcing yourself back out of the bathroom and not into the shower with him, you answered the door after hearing a knock, bringing the bag of food over to your cozy set-up.

You had just finished setting it all out when you heard Will walk in, and looked up to see him smiling brightly, his hair wet and sticking up a bit, his grey track pants low on his hips that made his bare upper body appear even longer.

“The warm towel was a nice touch,” he smirked, striding over where he wrapped his hands around you and pulled you into him, kissing you fiercely.

You giggled against his lips, your hands spreading out over his warm skin that was still tacky from his shower.

“Good.”

“What’s all this?” he asked, nodding behind you to the two giant bowls of soup.

You shrugged, “I thought it would be nice after everything that happened. Plus our options here were something between cereal and a can of tuna.”

Will’s eyebrows rose on his forehead in agreement, and he nodded as he looked at you with warmth and love in his blue eyes.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

With full bellies, you moved onto the couch, snuggling up to Will’s side with his arm draped comfortably over you to keep you close to him, his occasional laugh moving your head along with that of his chest as you rested against it.

“I’m glad you were there with me today,” he said quietly, his fingers lacing with yours as he did.

“I was the one who dragged you there in the first place.”

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he looked down at your entwined hands.

“Maybe we were meant to be there,” he admitted, his voice quiet almost as if he was thinking out loud.

You nodded in agreement. “I think so.”

“I hope he’s doing okay,” he added, giving your hand a squeeze as he thought about the man’s family, hoping he was lucky enough to have someone to love and fuss over him through his recovery, realizing more than ever what it meant to have someone to love you with their whole heart but knowing that if there was such a thing as luck in this world, he had taken it all.

Will tilted his head to see your face better, staring at you for a minute before speaking with quiet conviction.

“I love you so much.”

You reached up and rubbed his cheek, his beard soft on your skin. “I love you too, Will.”

“I feel like I can’t tell you enough.”

Your smile faded out as you took in the perfection of him, the warmth in his eyes and the fullness of his lips, your eyes trailing down to his chest where his clean, porcelain skin harboured his heart that held more love in it than anyone you had ever met before.

“Then tell me again,” you whispered.

He leaned closer to you, his lips temptingly close to yours while maintaining eye contact that made your breath stop.

“I love you.”

---

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[kingkestrel]

Welcome to my Mind

Kes(She/her)(Aries)🇬🇧🇺🇸 Born‘98,intj

I write fics most notably:

LandOscar

Amongst the Trees (rated e, 21.9k)

Oscar meets Lando on the high ropes course of a Center Parcs resort, Summer Vacation, Casual Sex

A Touch of Papaya (rated m, 38.4k)

Oscar spends his rookie season falling in love with his teammate

Software Instability (rated m, 16.5k)

Detroit: Become Human AU, Oscar is an android and Lando’s performance coach

We’ll Take the Scenic Route (rated m, 21.4k)

Oscar is a student driving solo across America, Lando is a stranger he picks up along the way (Authors favourite)

Ignore the Consequences (rated m, 11.8k)

Soulmate-Identifying Marks

Between the flags (rated m, 17.2k)

Bondi Rescue AU

How to Reform a Rake (rated m, 8k)

Too Hot to Handle Style Intervention, Mutual Abstinence

CarLandOscar

In the Middle (rated e, 3.5k)

Hate Sex, Threesome, Smut

MaxOscar

Switch it Up, Play it Down (rated e, 11.2k)

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Max is an Omega and Oscar is an Alpha but it’s never that simple

I Can Tell That You’re Curious (rated t, 1.3k)

Seven Minutes in Heaven, Drunk Kiss

Total Ellipsis of the Heart (rated t, 14.6k)

Online Dating, Texting, Mutual Pining, Oscar finds Max’s profile on a Dating App

NorStapStri

Blood Rushed, Hair Tossed and Cheeks Flushed (rated e, 4.6k)

Threesome, 2024 Dutch GP, Lando wins the Dutch Grand Prix and celebrates with Max and Oscar

Norapinto

Come Put Your Lip On Mine and Shut Me Up (rated e, 5.1k)

Smut, Lando is a Whiny Brat, Franco is a Tease, Switching, Lando likes what Franco can do with his tongue, Part 1 of Talk Too Much

Norapinstri

Silence is Golden (you’ve got my hopes up) (rated e, 4.3k)

Smut, Threesome, Spit-roasting, Part 2 of Talk Too Much

[pacifymebby]

Bits and Pieces (Sam Fender // Catfish and the Bottlemen)

<3 Requests Open <3

Headcannons

🍒looking after you when you watch scary movies

🍂 they find you crying

🐻 arguing

🐇valentines day

🍂 sex in weird places

🍒 Bondy / age gap

🍒Sam / holidays

🍂 Sam / telling him you're pregnant

🐻 moving in with them

🐇Sam / being a thighs man

🍂 travelling with them

🍒sexting

🍒they propose

🍂soft dom sam

🐻soft dom sam again

🐇 Sam Christmas

Imagines

🍒Van / Hush (hurt comfort)

🍂 Van / LSD... (Smut)

🐻 Van / Drapetomania

🐇Van / Basically

🍒Bob / Medicine (hurt comfort)

🍒Bondy / Lebowskis (about the split!)

🍂 Bondy / All I Need

🐻 Bob / November

🐇Sam / Angel in Lothian

🍒Sam (hurt comfort)

🍒 Van / Little Faith

🍂 Bondy / White Wedding

🐻 Van / Hourglass

🐇 Van / Sidetrack

🍒 Bondy / Teachers / One Two Three Four Five

🍒 Sam / Age Gap

🪽 Sam / I Can't Win

🍒again I'm convinced there were more so if you happen to find them when you're clicking through please link me to them!!!

Longer Fics

You're Not The Only One

Born To Die

If You're Feeling Sinister

Pacifier

My Bloody Valentine

The Groupie Playlist

🍒 (reply with songs that make u think of her!!)

Sam Birth Chart Deep Dive P2 ish

[clawdouobit]

list of what my ocs would be cancelled for

birdie: 1 too many sex jokes

monicca: telling her depressed brother that he should’ve jumped when he had the chance

masaki: (accidentally) merging his brain with a teenage girl’s, and neglecting his younger sister after their parents died

kera: dating a 19 year old while he was 22

suren: getting a lobotomy (not by free will)

diablo: merging a teenage girls brain with a grown man’s brain, erasing the memory of a guy and torturing them for years and giving them a lobotomy, child endangerment, child neglect, starving his son, turning his daughter into a weapon, kidnapping a 5 year old and torturing her until she was 10, etc…

radio: yelling at a guy for confessing his love to him

scuba: confessing his love to an aromantic psychopath, yelling at his ex gf, neglecting his ex gf, and slapping her, using others as a way to amend for his mistakes with said ex gf (like using radio as a replacement)

Jaine: burning scuba’s face off by accident

Finn and Sal: kidnapping a frankenstein’s monster thing off the streets because they thought it was a dog

Cory: male manipulator

Tyler: manipulating his best friend into falling in love with him, mentally and physically abusing said best friend

teral: ripping Tyler’s tongue out

bondi: going on a rampage for 20 years bc his mom died

Luther: cracker

[your-divine-ribs]

Kinktober 💖 Truth

"I actually think a lot of girls can do it but they don't realise it... they've just never had someone make them come hard enough before."

Words: 1.6k // I’m With the Band Van // squirting

Kinktober Masterlist Main Masterlist

💖 You'd thought that being on tour was going to be non-stop excitement, a never-ending run of shows and wild after-parties that would leave your head spinning and your thirst for hedonistic pleasures sated. Turns out that the sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle that you'd been expecting was a big misconception on your part where the Catfish boys were concerned though.

💖 You'd been on the road for four days with them and the wildest moment so far had been a messy night where you'd sunk shots and played Truth or Dare at some dive bar after a show. It'd been great fun until you'd all got thrown out when Bondy had been dared to re-enact the Coyote Ugly bar dance scene but had fallen off spectacularly and taken a dive into a table full of drinks.

💖 You'd giggled to yourself as you'd heard the scathing lectures the tour manager had handed out the following day, tucked away in your hiding spot on Van's bunk. "I told you it was a bad move bringing her on tour, she's nothing but a bad influence. This isn't the nineties anymore... despite what you might think it's not good publicity to be out getting fucked up in public. You're not Liam bloody Gallagher!"

💖 You're still smiling to yourself when Van appears twenty minutes later with a spliff in his hand and a giant frown on his face. He flops down on his back on the bunk, blowing a plume of smoke upwards. "Christ... it's like having me dad on tour, except even he doesn't lecture me like that!"

💖 "So... you gotta behave yourself from now on then? Got your orders?" You lean forward, plucking the spliff from between his fingers and taking a deep drag. "Heard Dan say that apparently I'm the bad influence... the cheek of it!"

💖 Van hauls his body upwards to sit facing you. "As I remember it was you who suggested playing Truth or Dare, which is exactly what got us into all that trouble in the first place... so I guess he was right... and you never even had your turn..." He pauses, grinning as he watches you with hooded eyes. "So... what'll it be then?"

💖 "Huh? What'll what be?" You shrug, confused as to what he's asking, passing the spliff back in exchange for a can of Red Stripe which you pop open, taking a swig. Van's smile widens. "Truth or Dare?"

💖 An hour later you're laughing so hard you're in tears, both feeling a little buzzed from the weed and the lager you've consumed. You've been exchanging silly dares and shocking truths back and forth, each turn getting more and more daring, and the mood has shifted from lightly flirtatious to downright blatantly sexual.

💖 "So... truth... how many virgins have you deflowered then?" You giggle, reaching for another can. Van practically sprays his mouthful of lager all over you as he stifles a hearty laugh. "Deflowered?" He echoes, clearly amused. "You make it sound so poetic!"

💖 "Isn't it then? Aren't the girlies all swooning and walking on clouds after spending a night with the hot frontman of their dreams?" He smirks back at you in a way that makes heat bloom between your thighs. Damn! Why does he have to be so bloody attractive? "Maybe you'll find out for yourself one day... and hey! It's not your turn, it's my go. C'mon what's it gonna be this time?"

💖 You roll your eyes at him, announcing "truth" before sitting back in the bunk, stretching out your legs in front of you, draping them over Van's lap. His eyes dart down to run over the smoothness of your bare legs as he ponders your question. When he looks back up at you his smile is mischievous. "Has a guy ever made you squirt?"

💖 "What the fuck?" You squeal, cheeks flaming as you clap a hand over your mouth, laughing to hide your embarrassment. "What kind of question is that? Not all girls can do it you know. If you think they can you've obviously been watching far too many pornos!"

💖 "I take it that's a no then," he says, placing his can down and resting his hands on your legs whilst you try not to react to his unexpected but welcome touch. "I actually think a lot of girls can do it but they don't realise it... they've just never had someone make them come hard enough before."

💖 Your cheeks grow redder and that's not the only part of you ready to combust. The atmosphere in the cramped bunk space has definitely changed from light-hearted and playful to heavy and charged. You swallow down a gulp. "And I suppose you're the expert in that area then are you?"

💖 You just look at each other, gauging the other's reactions, your gaze slipping down to his mouth as you see his tongue dart out to swipe over his plump bottom lip. Fuck... how you've wondered what that mouth might be capable of... and those long dexterous fingers that are currently moving down your legs to wrap around your ankles, gently tugging you towards him so you slip down until you're propped on your elbows. "Uh-huh," he confirms self-assuredly. "Wanna find out if you can?"

💖 You find yourself lost for words, an unusual occurrence, so you just nod, muttering out a mumbled assent of sorts, pushing your body even further down the bed so you're lying flat on your back. You can hardly believe what you're doing as Van eases your legs apart, settling down on to his belly between your spread thighs, lips brushing your skin. "Fuck Y/N, I've always wanted to do this..."

💖 Twenty minutes later you're writhing on the bunk whilst Van works you into a frenzy, kissing and licking at your now tender clit, sucking it between his plush lips whilst two of his long slender fingers fuck deeply into you in a way that makes your toes curl. You've had to clamp your hand over your mouth again to stifle the pornographic moans that still somehow manage to seep out.

💖 You're pretty sure at this point the whole tour bus including all the crew and even the driver knows you're having the time of your life back here but you can't even begin to worry about the dirty comments and Van's smug face that'll haunt you for the rest of the tour. He's a fucking magician and he's already pulled several orgasms from you, each one increasing in intensity until you're sure you're going to pass out if he keeps it up.

💖 "Shit Van," you groan as his seeking fingers hook upwards to catch a spot that has your legs nearly snapping shut around his head. "I dunno if I can take any more. I'm feeling kinda faint... ohhhh.... oh fuck that feels... uhhhh..."

💖 "Just one more darlin', you taste so fucking good," he murmurs, his words sending vibrations through your core that have you fisting at the bedsheets, your head pressed back so hard against the pillow you feel like you might melt into it.

💖 "Oh my fucking god," you whimper out, clenching helplessly around his skilled fingers as he starts to pump them in and out of you in a fast motion, his tongue circling your clit relentlessly until you feel like you might explode. "I... I... I can't..." you stutter.

💖 "C'mon love just let it go," he whispers into your slickness and then he puckers his lips around your clit, sucking a blissful pressure in tandem with his pistoning fingers. "Give it to me... I want it all."

💖 Your nerves are singing with overstimulation and you're caught between pushing Van's head away or tugging his hair by the roots to press him even closer. You decide on the latter and he increases his efforts. You almost draw blood you're biting down on your bottom lip so hard. "Uhhhh..." you moan in a voice that doesn't even sound like your own.

💖 Everything is winding up tight and fiery again except this time something feels different. You lift your head up off the mattress, mildly panicking. There's a blinding pressure low down that feels so overwhelmingly intense you'd probably feel scared if Van wasn't situated between your thighs, looking up at you with those captivating blue eyes.

💖 "Fuck... fuck... fuck... Van... I... I..." you babble, frantic fingers gripping his hair so tight he hisses in pain. He doesn't falter though, determined to give you that final push over the precipice... and then it explodes...

💖 The pressure suddenly gives way in an all-encompassing rush that sees your vision blur and a strangled cry tear from your throat. You come so hard you lose all sense of reality and you're not absolutely sure but it feels like you might actually black out for a few seconds. Your body tenses up then immediately slackens like you're boneless...and then there's the wetness.

💖 Your thighs are soaked, the bedding's drenched and to your horror you blink up, stunned, to see Van rising up to hover over you, the lower half of his face and neck dripping. The front of his shirt's wet through too and you start to blather, absolutely mortified. "Oh my god... did I... is that... oh shit, I'm so sor..."

💖 "Hey..." he cuts you off firmly, wiping his glossy lips on the back of his hand, seemingly completely unbothered about being soaked through. "Don't you dare apologise, that was the hottest fucking experience of my life... I'm not kidding." Then his mouth curves into a toothy grin, a little smug, a little over-awed, and definitely ecstatic. "Guess that answers our question then about whether or not you can! Are you okay?"

💖 "I... errr.... I... think so," you mumble uncertainly, your embarrassment starting to fade as Van cups your face in his hands and leans in close. "So how about a dare next?"

[nametakensff]

10, 11, 12 for the asks plsss

Thank you for the asks, lovely! 🥰

10. Do you prefer sneeze fics or sneeze wavs?

Hmm. I suppose it really depends what I'm trying to get out of it? For getting off quickly and reliably, wavs are definitely a go to! If I have more time I loooove reading snz fics though. Words and descriptions when used well are the most erotic things in the world imo! Also love consuming fanfic, not exclusively for getting off. I think it's probably a tie?

(I fucking LOVE a good observation, though 🥵)

11. Do you prefer masculine or feminine sneezes?

I don't think I have a preference! It really depends on each unique sneeze. When consuming content (wavs, videos, fics) it's a pretty even split! I'm a little more picky with my masculine sneezes though

(I approached this meaning more male and female? But it still applies if we're not talking specifically about sex and more like...manliness and womanliness lmao. Or whatever. I'm bisexual, it's literally all good across the board! 💕)

12. What is your favorite kind of sneeze? (harsh, wet, stifled, kittenish, etc.)

Oooh okay. Desperation and/or audible wetness are huge things for me, if I had to pick off the top of my head? But. I genuinely cannot get enough of all kinds of sneezes? I love vocally rich sneezes but I also really love when they just sound completely nasal or like a rush of wetness and air. Also can't say I strictly prefer stifles or let outs - it really just depends on my mood! I love audible build ups and talking between sneezes - someone blessing or excusing themselves is always 😩💦

I think it might be easier to say what I don't care for? And that is sneezes that sound exclusively like a yell, or those that just sound like coughs. You know. Good ol' snoughs. And whilst I can appreciate holdbacks I'm very impatient half the time and just want snz as soon as I can get it so 🤷‍♀️

(I always go back to 'Looking Up and In' on bondi's wav page - partially because I had my first ever orgasm listening to him lmao but also because he has a massive variety of extremely harsh, vocal and desperate sneezes mixed in with some smaller ones that just seem to really scratch the itch for me)

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 11: "Can you stand?"

It's Friday night, I spent $300 on a new battery for my car yesterday so I'm sitting quietly, eating cereal for dinner and watching the Taylor Swift Folklore doco thing on Disney+ which is honestly such a vibe. I wish I could write songfics again I have so many thoughts all of a sudden lmao.

Initially this was a whump prompt, but I wanted to write something happy so here are some dumb (drunk) Daggers on the sauce :)

Little treat of suggested Hangster; it's Friday night and yeah. Hangster, right?

The Daggers had all dressed warm for the occasion; even Phoenix who was from Colorado and used to subzero temperatures had donned her puffer jacket and a warm hat. Hangman, having not really seen a real Texas winter since he left home at 18, was pouting and almost shaking from the cold as he stood close to the fire. The team had joked that Rooster was going to show up in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans even in freezing temperatures but he’d dressed warm, beanie on and moustache turned downward as he tried to get Hangman to move over in front of the wood fire.

“Remind me again why we did this?” Payback muttered. He and Fanboy had curled up on the nearest couch, fully dressed and a blanket to counteract the cold air. They’d all only gotten to the cabin in the snow about an hour ago and were still waiting for it to warm up. Bob was standing off to the side with Coyote but both moved when they realised Hangman had managed to get the fire going a little harder.

“Because last Christmas, no offence guys, fuckin’ sucked,” Fanboy commented. No one could disagree; it had sucked. There was no particular reason... it just sucked.

“And we could do with some time out of San Diego,” Phoenix agreed. She glanced over her shoulder at Hangman, an eyebrow raised.

“Are you good?”

“I’m cold, of course I’m not good,” he complained. Everyone snorted in amusement, then Bob quietly cleared his throat.

“I did... bring something that might help with that.”

“Bob, sex toys are not group conversation topics,” Coyote deadpanned which earned laughter amongst the group. Bob rolled his eyes.

“No, asshole, I meant the hot chocolate in my bag.”

“Wait; I have schnapps.”

Fanboy kicked the blanket on to Payback who happily took it and went to grab said alcohol while Bob produced the hot chocolate and went into the kitchen to start making it. Rooster smirked at Hangman, who glared straight back.

“You still cold?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

Payback patted the spot Fanboy had left empty.

“It’s so much better under the blanket, man.”

Hangman grumbled, but promptly flopped into the spot. Payback tossed him the spare blanket on the back of the couch and Phoenix stifled a giggle when the only piece of him visible was a tuft of blonde hair. Fanboy waved the bottle of peppermint schnapps on his way into the kitchen to help Bob, which earned cheers and clapping. Coyote nudged his best friend.

“At least it’s not tequila; you’re a slut on tequila.”

“Everyone’s a little slutty when tequila’s involved,” Hangman muttered. He yawned and Payback grinned.

“Think he’s finally warming up.”

“The only person more of an asshole when they’re cold is Mav,” Rooster mused. The smell of hot chocolate wafted through the room and they all admitted to themselves that they’d probably be hungover tomorrow... except for Bob, who would do what he usually did and make a solid hangover breakfast. That and make sure everyone was drinking water before they went to bed.

-

Considering they were in the middle of nowhere in a cabin in the snow, the Daggers were actually enjoying themselves. Maverick had declined the invitation, happy to spend Christmas with Penny and Amelia but had requested photos when they managed to get into the small town nearby. They’d done a food shop before arriving and were now thoroughly sloshed on peppermint schnapps hot chocolate, the nachos they’d managed to put together tipsy and the episode of Bondi Rescue they’d started but had to stop because they were too busy giggling at the worst moments (Fanboy) or complaining that they weren’t able to follow the story (Rooster). Phoenix had managed to convince Hangman to share his blanket and she was now sitting beside him, pretending she gave a shit about some college football thing he was ranting about.

Truly; if you asked her, she’d tell you she had no idea what he was on about.

She just knew she had a warm cup of hot chocolate in her hands and she was leaning on his shoulder as he talked a million miles an hour. Bob was watching the others as they milled about the cabin, warming up with said spiked hot chocolate and the wood fire Bob was now (firmly) in charge of considering they were all sloshed. He’d already had to shoo away multiple drunk Daggers from turning it into a cabin fire rather than a comfortable warmth.

“Don’t you think y’all should get to bed? You’re warm enough now to sleep through the night,” he suggested. To his surprise none of them complained, gathering their phones and each other to go to bed. Bob had been planning to share a room with Rooster but when he watched Hangman lean in to whisper in his ear and receive a positive response he made the educated decision that it was better for him to sleep on the couch. From past experience, they did tend to seek each other out but nothing actually happened; they’d wake up fully clothed, hungover and tangled together. He wasn’t going to get between them, other than making sure they were in the recovery position before he went to sleep. It was his past EMT training; they were all mostly responsible adults but he always checked on his friends before going to bed when they’d all been drinking considering he wasn’t interested in that activity.

-

The next morning, sure enough, Hangman stirred with his head on a warm chest and what felt like a sledgehammer in his head. He groaned, lifting a hand to his forehead. Rooster huffed.

“Dude; I was really enjoying that.”

Jake glanced up, smiling at Bradley.

“Happened again?”

“Just like any other time. At least you’re warm now. S’lot more quiet when you’re warm.”

Hangman reached up to take Rooster’s phone from him, interrupting the tiktok he’d apparently been watching. He went to move on to his stomach but Rooster stopped him.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. There was a lot of spiked hot chocolate last night.”

“Don’t remind me.”

They lay there together for a little longer. Finally Rooster sucked in a breath.

“I need to get up.”

“Can you stand?”

Silence.

“Fuck off, Seresin. Can you stand my ass.”

Jake shifted off his chest, watching Bradley make his way to the end of the bed. He paused on the edge, grimacing.

“Still findin’ your legs?” Jake grinned sleepily. He got a middle finger salute for his efforts.

“Go find Bob; he’s probably starting breakfast.”

Bradley finally stood, making his way into the bathroom down the hallway. Jake watched him go, groaning.

“Of course you had to mention breakfast. Hey, fuck you asshole.”

“Ask nicely!”

That was the last glimpse Jake got of Bradley before he went into the bathroom. The door softly closed behind him and Jake sighed.

Time to go find Bob... and the others, potentially. He did hear whispers of a snowball fight the night before.

-

“How is everyone this morning- woah, Tash. You look like... don’t worry, I won’t finish that sentence.”

Apparently Phoenix had gone to bed with her mascara still on and hadn’t had a chance to scrub it off yet- she was hunched over at the island in the kitchen, cradling the cup of coffee and the bottle of water Bob had placed in front of her. Coyote looked up when Hangman came in, smirking.

“You and Bradshaw?”

“What- no, not like that man. He’s like a furnace.”

Coyote snorted, but offered Hangman the Tylenol and a bottle of water anyway.

“Sure, whatever you say. How is he this morning?”

“Showering I think- Bob, you’re my favourite person right now.”

“Oh!”

Bob turned from the stove where he was frying bacon and scrambling eggs, a blush covering his cheeks.

“I- I guess I just thought because I wasn’t hungover I’d make y’all breakfast.”

“We always appreciate it, Bob, thanks... and for keeping us safe. You think we don’t know about the recovery position or forcing us to drink water so we don’t wake up dehydrated and hungover? We’re so grateful.”

“Payback’s right, man,” Fanboy affirmed, “you’re the newest to our group but we do appreciate you.”

“Damn, what’s this? Appreciating Bob hours? Without me?”

Hangman stared dead ahead when he felt a kiss pressed to his temple as Rooster passed by him, smelling clean and like he’d brushed his teeth. Coyote met Hangman’s blank stare and stifled his laugh into his elbow as a cough, nudging Phoenix who was still curled up on a bar stool.

“You good, ‘Nix?”

“Fuck off, Bradshaw. I get it, you’re big and strong and alcohol doesn’t affect you as bad-“

“-do you not remember that one time I literally hurled in Penny’s carpark and she came to see if I was alright?”

He was in a good mood; Fanboy and Payback exchanged a glance, then stood to help Bob with finishing breakfast.

Hangman was starting to get cold again and glanced over his shoulder at the wood fire that had kept them going overnight. It was out and by the looks of it would take a while to get going. He took a look around and did the next best thing; plastered his body against Rooster’s side and internally hoped the warmth radiating from him would keep him toasty while Fanboy and Coyote got the fire going again.

“You good?”

Rooster’s moustache twitched in amusement as he glanced down at the other aviator glued to him. Jake nodded, slipping his hands under Bradley’s jacket to get them warm too which earned a hiss.

“Fuck, your hands are cold. A little warning next time would be nice.”

“Tasha lift your head up and open your eyes enough you can see what I’m giving you.”

Bob, forever the former-EMT and good friend, was coaxing her to drink water and take Aspirin whilst the others put everything for breakfast on the coffee table instead of the dining table. He took her cup of coffee from her, leaving her with water.

“Down that and then try to eat some toast. You missed out on Hangman blue-screening because Rooster kissed him.”

“It wasn’t a kiss-“

“-more like a check in-“

Phoenix lifted her head. Fanboy went to get her a makeup wipe, too scared to ask. He figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

“I have no doubt I’ll see it more than I really wanted to later, don’t worry.”

Despite the teasing from their friends, neither Jake or Bradley make a move to separate. Bob shrugged.

“Let’s get you guys some food, maybe we could go see town today if you’re not still legally drunk.”

“We gotta get more hot chocolate... and schnapps.”

“Absolutely not,” Phoenix said at the same time Payback enthusiastically agreed with Coyote’s statement. Rooster glanced down at Hangman and the face he made was so similar to the one he made on the carrier after the Dagger mission that Hangman just burst out laughing.

"They're gonna be so obnoxious this whole trip," Payback sighed.

"Least Hangman's not bitching about being cold," Fanboy supplied. Everyone agreed, including Rooster, and Hangman glared at him.

"Fuck all of you."

-

[pennyclifford]

My Titanic Secret

I hardly ever tell anyone but extremely close friends ‘My Special Secret Of  Titanic’, in fear that I might get scoffed at ..

If you are not believer in extraordinary happenings or past lives, I URGE you not to read on ..

I have had a very colorful life being a Transgender Showgirl and over the years have been lucky to experience things I never expected too, but I always felt there must be a reason for my life’s journey that I was taken on.

As a young boy I hardly ever did anything slightly masculine or remotely boyish, I was a child librarian, sang in the choir, went to dance classes, knitted and generally acted like a girl..

But there was 1 thing I was completely addicted to in the 1960's & 70's and that was anything to do with the Titanic .. (this was long before James Cameron's movie made the ship popular).

I would read book after book on Titanic, had posters on my bedroom wall and built 1 hobby model after another of the great Ship..

Even as my teenage years came on, Titanic and its posters on my bedroom wall still outnumbered my ABBA posters and that was truly a big deal..

I never really understood my infatuation with her (Titanic) and just enjoyed my love for the story without analyzing it.

Another aspect of my childhood was that I would never let my head be put underwater, whether it was at the beach, in a pool or in the bath, it terrified me, I would go into hysterics if it accidentally happened.

Later in life as I started my journey on the road of a Transgender woman and faced many struggles in changing my gender, I often sought spiritual avenues to help me along the way..

One such path in the late 1980's was a clairvoyant called Karen who lived in Bondi and only did readings for Gays, Lesbians & Trans People as she felt we were more interesting …

In my early years of Trans life, I often questioned my journey and was it the right path for me, and I thought a ‘reading’ my give me insight to my future, but what I discovered was a revelation to my past..

Karen, read my cards but it was not till she read my jellewery ( a gold ring) that I was left dumbstruck and my childhood made sense.

She told me that I had been a little girl of 6 or 7 who died on the Titanic, I was in 3rd Class (Typical) and My Mum and Brother died with me..

Karen went on to say that she felt that I had a bond with the Titanic that was unbreakable and that my life would often revolve around important dates in relation to Titanic.

She then asked had I ever in my past read anything about Titanic and how did I feel about water or being on a boat.

My childhood memories filled me, and I suddenly felt like all the pieces of a jigsaw fell into place, my obsessiveness about Titanic, my fear of water and never really feeling safe on a boat..

Karen said that as I travelled through life Titanic and its special dates would still play integral moments in my life..

There are many moments over the years that I can relate my life to dates of the Titanic April 12th when she sailed and April 14th when she struck the iceberg and April 15th when she sank, my longest lasting relationship was where my BF’s Birthday was the day the Titanic sailed out of Southampton.

One of my very close friends who helped define me in the 90’s, his birthday was the Day the Titanic struck the Iceberg, and my eldest brother died the day the Titanic first touched water when it slid out of its dry dock in Belfast. I have lost and started jobs on these dates and many more meaningful occurrences are all centered around the same dates.

I am sure if I sat and truly analyzed special moments in my life I would find more historic comparisons but none more that the next secret ..

After many soul-searching years of Trans life, I finally decided to undergo sex reassignment surgery in 1990 and seeing 2 Doctors decided on Dr Howell a Gynecologist in Macquarie St.

After many appointments and 3 years of Psychiatrist therapy I was approved. I was booked into Canterbury Public Hospital for the Surgery March 24th.

I was beside myself with nerves and on the day showed up to the hospital only to be told there had been a major accident and there were no beds.. I was horrified as I had worked up through my nerves..

I saw Dr Howell the next day and requested to go to a Pvt Hospital and that I would find the extra $ as I knew that there, they would not turn me away next time no matter what.

I, without thinking of dates, as I was so in the head space of my surgery checked into Double Bay Pvt Hospital 12th April (The day Titanic Sailed on her Maiden Voyage) and on the 14th April had my Surgery (The day Titanic hit the Iceberg) and came out of the anesthetic on the 15th April (The day Titanic Sunk).

Of course, at the time I was oblivious to these coincidences but a few months after my surgery I went back to Karen the Clairvoyant now that my Trans Journey was complete and had a new reading ..

She then reminded me of the dates and Titanic and told me that the surgery was was my soul finally finding the Women’s body I was meant to be in and transforming on the dates was no coincidence, this was how it was meant to be..

I was dumdfounded and still feel quite erie when I tell story..

I am sure there will be some of you that will be laughing, scoffing or will be disbelievers but this is my life, and it makes sense to me in every fiber of my being ..

Its My Special Secret of The Titanic.

[homesickwhispers]

I just read your Van and Bondy fic and I loved it so much! The smut was really hot and I like when Van gets a bit jealous 🤭

Omg hiii beautiful anon 😚💖 thank you so much for your words, this makes me SOOO happy 😭😭 idk if u saw my previous asks but i was kinda nervous about this story ahaah

honestly i already struggle writing a normal sex scene let alone a threesome 🗣️🗣️ had to get creative for this one, but im glad you liked it :)

also YESSS I am a big Fan of a jealous cocky Van … 🤤🤤🤤 Red Van from @catb-fics is literally my biggest obsession foreverr, hottest boy ever

like we already know how he can do sweet, gentle boyfriend but i cant help but die at the thought of a possessive Van ugh 🫠 #need it

love to imagine him as a bratty jealous boy, just makes him even more desirable and i might try to write that again in the future 😗

thank you for your words, it means so much to me that you took your time to come here 💖!!! i wanted to write van x bondy for a while considering i’m kind of down bad for bondy as well ahahaha ngl seeing this band in 2017 for the first time was my sexual awakening fr

anyways have a lovely day anon!!! and ty for supporting my ideas even when im insecure about them <3🫶

[victoriademedici]

15 people, 15 questions

Thanks sm for tagging me @foreverinthepagesofhistoryy @world-of-wales @leonisandmurex 🖤

1) Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is the same as my grandmother’s but my first name isn’t really after someone… my aunt came up with my twin sister’s name and my parents wanted our names to have all the same letters so my name has the letters K-i-a-r-a (same amount of each) but scrambled in a different order

2) When was the last time you cried?

Night before last I was listening to nostalgic music and getting all sad about my missing my childhood and blah blah blah haha

3) Do you have kids?

Lol nope

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I did gymnastics and dance for some time then also cross county right before covid but then I stopped

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Occasionally, usually in a joking way with friends

6) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

If they seem friendly enough or not for me to approach/be near them probably. Then race, clothes, hair color, eye color, piercings/tattoos, etc

7) What’s your eye colour?

Brown

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t need a happily ever after ending, I just don’t want to feel broken with nothing good left over in the end :,)

9) Any talents?

I’m above average in some things but I can’t think of anything cool enough to give me bragging rights haha

10) Where were you born?

United States

11) What are your hobbies?

Reading (I’m rly trying with Harry Potter and Unravel Me rn I swear :), editing (royals ofc), complaining

12) Do you have any pets?

No, I wish :( My parents both grew up with a ton of pets but the most I’ve had was beta fish

13) How tall are you?

5’0 1/4 (shut up I know I’m short ok 😭)

14) Favorite subject in school?

Well usually my favorite class would be the one most of my friends are in or where I do the least amount of work but I really do love my psychology teacher despite the work. Psychology really interests me a lot and she was my AP Human Geography teacher last year which is great. I do also fancy some literature and history every once in a while but too much gives me a headache.

15) Dream job?

I’ve kind of explained here that I would love to be a librarian and I really do want to get into reading more but the most realistic thing right now that I want is to be an emergency room nurse because I used to watch clips of Untold Stories of the ER and Sex Sent Me to the ER and Bondi Beach and other shows that made me really want to be in the medical field. I’m even saving Grey’s Anatomy for when I’m in nursing school for motivation :)

Tagging: @victorysp @queen--maxima @queensilvy @roamwithahungryheart @leonorandsofia @andramoreaux @philibetexcerpts @philibet-fandom @betweenfrocksandbooks @sea-dukes-assistant @glowingatdawn @gloriouszipperskeletonshoe @fantasticbirdhologram @thiziri @demetrivolturiswife @thewholeplaceshimmering @rosesonkittens @royally-obsessed @redrosecut @rex-and-regina …and anyone else who wants to is tagged as well :)

[blubushie]

okay we know whats the weirdest thing youve seen in the bush but whats the SCARIEST?

Bushfire. Dingos eating each other alive. Croc eating another croc. Weird lights over the Outback without any sound, definitely weren't planes, half-convinced they were aliens. Strange shadows and sounds in the escarpments of Kakadu. Strange noises from the billabongs at night.

The only thing that's ever scared me to my core was my second year in Australia not long after I got my nose pierced by Jack. Middle of winter 2021, I was on some cockie's property taking care of a dingo issue just after sunset. A little cold out, but no wukkas, it happens, part of the job.

I kill this big male and it's the largest dingo I've ever seen. At least two or three times the size of a normal male. For comparison a captive dingo weighs around 18kg/40lbs give or take. This bloke must've weighed somewhere around 25kg/55lbs. Downright impressive. "I'm gonna keep this one's pelt" impressive. So I gather the carcasses together, lay them out, take my pictures, and I separate the big bloke from the group. I do my usual schtick of stringing him up, I take his pelt, and the only skin left on his body is on his paws below his wrists and hocks. I took the tail with the rest of the skin.

So I lower him down, set him back on the ground, remove the gambrel, put it back in Matilda, and I face my van as I drape the pelt over my knee and go to work on fleshing in. All that's really on it is fat, which is weird in itself since it's the middle of winter and there should not be this much fat on this pelt. I've never seen that much fat on a dingo pelt before or since, winter or otherwise, and the dingo didn't look that fat when I killed or was skinning him. Weird, but not that important.

So after maybe 15 or 20 minutes of standing there, I finish my fleshing and roll up the pelt and set it aside. I go into Matilda to get my notebook to log how many dingos I killed (reckon it was 5 total) and their sexes, I walk back out-

The dingo's missing.

The other four are there, but I look over by the tree where my gambrel was and the entire fucking carcass is missing. Vanished into thin air. I immediately get a chill up my spine, I get goosebumps, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and I've got this voice in my head repeating Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wong.

Something's very wrong.

And I get the feeling I'm being watched. I rush back into Matilda, hands shaking like a leaf, I grab my searchlight, come back out with my rifle, and start shining the torch around. I am five seconds from pissing myself out of fear and that feeling of dread is only getting worse. I go back and forth, back and forth, and finally I spot something out in the distance.

And it's pink.

I keep staring, and then this pink fucking thing turns to me.

It's the fucking dingo. It's standing on all four legs, WITHOUT ANY FUCKING SKIN, staring at me with these big eyes because there's no fucking eyelids to cover them. I cut the nose and lips off for the pelt. This is a bare, pink fucking skull with some meat on it but no lips, no ears, no skin, STARING AT ME. ALIVE.

I put a bullet in this thing's fucking skull. There is no goddamn way it's alive and standing there without any fucking skin just staring me, and there it is. Doing exactly that. I run to the driver's side, climb in, and shoot through like a Bondi tram. I didn't even bother securing my rifle, just laid it across my lap and prayed to Nglamudj that whatever that fucking thing was, it wasn't going to follow me.

And people wonder why I have nightmares about dingos.

[volo-thereforeiam]

About Male Loneliness Epidemic

So I saw this post that basically expressed a disappointment towards some of (I assume) women who demeaned men that said they're struggling to develop meaningful and deep connections with other people and wish to improve that. This is related to the male loneliness epidemic, of course. I wanted to disagree, but I figured I'd make a separate post since a lot of people have already said similar things, and I don't want to be annoying.

Male loneliness epidemic isn't actually a thing. As much as some people want to believe it, the data shows that men and women feel lonely at similar rates. This post goes into the data and includes a link to a study that found different effects of age on loneliness for each sex. Here's excerpt from the abstract (you should definitely read the post and the actual study).

Results indicated that levels of loneliness increased steadily for women, whereas men’s levels followed a U-shaped curve, with highest loneliness at ages 40 and 80. At age 40, loneliness declined between the two data waves, but with increasing age the decrease abated and turned into increases when loneliness was measured indirectly.

So it's not as simple as which sex experience loneliness more. The reason why it was so easy to believe that men were lonely because they misinterpreted the 2018 GSS data measuring sexual activity, not loneliness. Never-married men aged 22-35 reported less sexual activity that year. But here's an article breaking down the newer 2022 GSS sex data to debunk the male sexlessness epidemic. Any data that measures loneliness will show greater correlation with age compared to sex.

Okay, so maybe we're looking at the quality of the friendship.

That's fair enough, but here's the excerpt of the findings.

There are no generational differences, meaning younger men are no more likely than older men are to have shared their personal feelings with a friend. However, men who have female friends are significantly more likely to express their feelings and receive emotional support than are those without. Twenty-eight percent of men with female friends report that they received emotional support from a friend within the past week, compared to 16 percent of men who do not have female friends. 

The OP of the post I'm responding to probably had a point. Men do have issues forming meaningful connections and are trying to change that. But, they're not quite hitting the mark…

Here's what we have so far:

1. The rebrand of "loneliness epidemic" to "male loneliness epidemic".

2. The disingenuous use of data measuring sexual activity to "prove" said male loneliness.

3. The reframing of conversation around men not receiving emotional support even though they don't do the same to their friends.

All of this while violence against women were increasing at the same time the conversation about "male loneliness" started appearing (during COVID-19 pandemic). And we all know the Bondi Junction stabbings where the perpetrator explicitly targeted only women but the mental illness and loneliness excuse got thrown around.

We wouldn't be having this conversation if men, as a group, were genuinely trying to solve this issue. They wouldn't call it a 'male loneliness epidemic' in the first place. They'd see that loneliness affects everyone and focus on being better friends and partners. This whole thing feels like it's more about 'compulsory sex.' It's like men having less sex is seen as a bad thing, and somehow women are responsible for that.

And that's my beef with that post, really. Male loneliness is often viewed as a shared responsibility, a collective issue, while the persistent and increasing sexual violence against women and girls is not treated the same way. Responses to sexual assault are individualized, but in reality, we need broad, collective action targeting the predominantly male perpetrators responsible for the rising rates of violence against women and girls.

Bonus anecdote below the cut lol.

Context: the conversation was about porn. I was against it and he was for it. He made a lot of bad arguments (like claiming there's vetted porn; there isn't—it's impossible to know what's consensual), but this one was the worst. It sounded more like a personal excuse than an actual argument. Basically, to him, consuming porn is more reasonable than building meaningful friendships to address what he believed to be male loneliness epidemic.

So yeah, folks. Men aren't trying to fix anything. They have most of the social power in the world—they could make changes if they wanted to.

[pacifymebby]

it’s kinda gross that she’s just giving her body to these band mates at least sam appreciates her 🥹🥹

Nahhh they all appreciate her like, you've seen how soft Bondy and Benji are with her half the time, the others definitely still care about her... It's like she says shes actually really fussy about who she keeps with, if she didn't enjoy it and didn't feel safe/appreciated she wouldn't do it!!

Just to be devil's advocate here (and I don't agree with this opinion at all but) you could totally say that Sam's trying to get her to give it all up for him isn't respectful of her choice to live the bohemian lifestyle she enjoys... Like she's been living this wild life since long before meeting Sam so it's a big ask to expect someone to completely change their ways for you without even really knowing you... (Sorry anon I'm totally just winding people up by throwing a contradiction out there)

She's just a very sex posi girl haha <3

[gothicwidowsworld]

Orange is the New Black

Full House

Glee

Victorious

Stranger Things

Reign

Game of Thrones

wet hot American summer  

Chicago Fire  

American Horror Story

Supernatural

Sex Education  

f.r.i.e.n.d.s

That 70′s Show  

Young Sheldon/TBBT  

Saturday Night Live

The Queen's Gambit  

You

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina  

Bates Motel  

Riverdale

Scream Queens

How I Met Your Mother  

Santa Clarita Diet  

Bondi Rescue

Criminal Minds

House MD

Pretty little liars

[byneddiedingo]

Frances Dee and Bruce Cabot in Finishing School (Wanda Tuchock, George Nicholls Jr., 1934)

Cast: Frances Dee, Bruce Cabot, Ginger Rogers, Billie Burker, Beulah Bondi, John Halliday, Sara Haden, Helen Freeman, Marjorie Lytell, Adalyn Doyle, Anne Shirley, Irene Franklin, Jane Darwell. Screenplay: Wanda Tuchock, Laird Doyle. Cinematography: J. Roy Hunt. Art direction: Albert S. D'Agostino, Van Nest Polglase. Film editing: Arthur P. Schmidt. 

Finishing School is a reverse Cinderella story in which poor little rich girl Virginia Radcliff (Frances Dee) finds her prince in Ralph "Mac" McFarland (Bruce Cabot), an unpaid intern at a children's hospital who supports himself by working as a waiter in a Manhattan hotel. Virginia has two wicked stepmothers: her real mother, the snobbish socialite Helen Radcliff (Billie Burke), and the headmistress of the finishing school Helen sends her off to, Miss Van Alstyne (Beulah Bondi). If there's a fairy godmother in the film, it's Virginia's wisecracking roommate, known as Pony (Ginger Rogers), who helps turn the shy and proper Virginia into something of a rebel. The movie is one of those Depression-era fables in which the tables are turned on the wealthy, and also one of the last movies to be released before the Production Code clamped down on the depiction of premarital sex. It earned a condemnation from the Catholic Legend of Decency for just that. Virginia and Mac do it in one of those pan-to-the-window scenes in which we see the snow outside filling up their footprints. And from what follows, including Virginia's refusal to see the school physician, we know the consequences even though nobody ever says "pregnant" out loud. The denouement is precipitated by a literature teacher who tells Virginia and her class that Anna Karenina's suicide was the only possible response to her breach of proper behavior, which is all that the school really teaches. It's a not-unwatchable little film that gets a nice boost occasionally from Rogers's snappy delivery of her lines, but otherwise is mainly a document of the era in which it was made.  

[le-dormeur-du-val]

Yes I heard about this, his happened in bondi i think? its in syndey, a mall, the man was named cauchi and stabbed a bunch of people and killed 5 women. Schizophrenic and a sex worker so not only did he target women, he set a shitty reputation for ppl with schizophrenia and people who are sex workers. He killed a mother and stabbed her 9 month old baby (who is stable now last time i heard). He was shot to death by a police woman who mind you ran in headfirst without backup. His five victims were Yixuan Cheng who was a chinese national and was studying in university. Pikria Darchia (we only know she was 55, her family requested privacy). Faraz Tahir, a security guard who was trying to stop the attack and it was his first day working there. Ashlee good, the mother of the injured baby, she died trying to save her. Dawn singleton, a young soon to be we wed woman. And Jade young she was active in youth education.

i don't know if this is being talked about outside of australia, but recently there was a mass stabbing event in my city. six people are dead and eight more badly injured.

the media coverage and public conversation around the stabbing has been really awful. it started with frenzied theorising- without any evidence- that the perpetrator was a muslim extremist, a palestinian hamas agent, including spreading false information about the victims to create a narrative of islamic violence. when it resulted that the perpetrator was a white man from queensland, the coverage instantly shifted- instead of a terror attack, it was now a lone wolf, a non-ideological result of an individual's mental health issues. this is typical of the framing when it comes to perpetrators: a white person is an individual, a brown person is a faceless member of an ideology. but, crucially, the attack was not non-ideological. the perpetrator specifically targeted women, specifically avoiding men except where they were preventing him from getting to women. six out of seven of the deceased victims were women, and in interviews with the perpetrators parents, they talked about his anger at not having a girlfriend. misogyny is ideological, and men are trained to harbour deep resentment towards women that regularly manifests in violence. this event was a targeted act of femicide. while it is unclear if the perpetrator was involved in any specific right-wing groups, that the attack was driven by hatred of women is not in doubt.

the new narrative is one of demonising mental illness, because the perpetrator was diagnosed with schizophrenia and there is no avenue to blame his race. there are now open calls in the media for stricter use of sectioning and more oppressive tracking, forced medication and indefinite institutionalisation of the mentally ill. it is the mentally ill who will suffer from this narrative, while the fostering of violent misogyny goes unchecked. this country never stops letting us down