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simp4konig · 8 months

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My personal thing, if you don’t mind me sharing <3, about König, while I know he has the potential to literally kill you without a second thought, I feel like he has a soft spot of children. Parents not so much, but he always spares the children. Now, for the bad behaved children I feel like he would give a scary talking to 👀

Because König feels very strongly about bullying, so if he heard a kid was bullying the other kid? Would come to their immediate rescue and shut the bully down harshly. For him, that’s a mercy, but he promises that if he ever hears word or sees them acting like that again he won’t be as “merciful”. But to the Victims he would console them, but also give them his harsh reality of “you have to be stronger than your enemies” and as much as he wants them to keep their innocence, he doesn’t want them to be weak either. Or worse killed.

But that’s just my little HC 😌

Anon rhis is such a good headcannon???? 🥹🥹 lemme just..,🤏🤌

No i don't mind qt all!!! 😊 If anuthing, im so glad you shqred this with me 🥰💖 bc I felt IMMEDIATELY inspired by this headcannon !!😽✨💖...

... so jere are MY headcannons for YOUR headcannon 🙈🙈⛅🌻💞💕💓✨🌼 Took me a short while to formulate my answer, so srry for the delayed reply 😿 I saw this as soon as you sent me this an i dont want u to tjink i ignored you at all:(</33

König with a soft spot for children headcannons🥺🥺

+ father König drabbles🤭

Word count: ~2022

*If you ignore my VERY angsty depiction of König's childhood, then it's totally pure fluff all around 💖✨🤗

*General headcannons for König

Writinf block is fuckinf AGONY and im in PAIN 😭😭💔💔 give me time to recover and ill powt two fully-fleshed out fanfics sometime soon 🙏🥺

Tag List ♡ @simpforkonig ♡ @abysslovesyou ♡ @puff0o0 ☆ @rustic-guitar-notes ☆ @happy-mushrooms ♡ @reyner-lee

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König, having been bullied all of his childhood, is FIRMLY against bullying.

To see a little girl/boy being labelled an outcast is oh too familiar to him, and hits far too close to home than it should. Brings back the insecurities, the feeling of being utterly humilated, a permanent reminder of his not fitting in. Literally.

Primary school: bullied for being a beanstalk, for head hitting the door frame, for being abnormally large, a "mutant"; balls hurtled at him in dodgeball, all competing in finding out who can knock out the "freak"; knees kicked from behind and legs buckling from the attack, a stampede of legs stamping on him as he cowered on the floor, helpless, and no one caring to help, teachers observing idly nearby.

Secondary school: nose broken to "fix" his crooked features, his "ugly" face; cast aside in class photos for "ruining the picture"; people of his own age turning their heads in the other way in disgust, avoiding him like the plague.

As if his "ugliness" was contagious, and if anyone was to touch him they'd catch the disease.

Power surpassing his tormentors, yet too powerless to fight back, he endured, yet didn't overcome.

Lasting trauma changed König's own perception of self completely.

It took a long time becoming the cocky and confident commander he presents himself as. To stand up to his full height and embrace himself for who he was and is, to be self-assured, domineering, and boisterous with others irrespective of their rank. The Colonel; a hardened soldier; a strict man of discipline exerting his authority over all, not at all sympathetic towards anyone.

Deep down, he is still that young boy, vulnerable in the center of a circle of so many pointing fingers and sneering faces. All became a collective body of ridiculing smiles, of sing-song laughter, so many that he lost count.

So, personally vowing to NEVER let his future children (or any children) go through the same turmoil, he would intervene whenever he had the chance to.

For instance, perhaps König was speed-walking home one day, dufflebag slung over his shoulder as he rushed to get back to you as soon as possible after being deployed these past weeks, and maybe he was passing by a playground.

Initially focused on the goal at hand, he couldn't help but turn his head, a small smile under his mask as he felt a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Nostalgic of times before he was forced to integrate with callous society.

Smiling at the oblivious children playing together, kicking their chubby little legs on the swings, sliding down a slide and falling, squealing. All giggling with glee, so innocent.

All except one. His eyes would land on a small girl, bawling on the ground, no older than five years old.

Surrounded by three others, all pointing fingers and laughing, the ringleader making fun of the poor thing as his henchmen stomped the remainder of her sandcastle, kicking sand at her. Hands on hip, chest puffed out triumphantly.

Rubbing her puffy eyes, thick pouting lips drooping in an open-mouthed frown, chin quivering as she struggled to contain her broken sobs, she kneeled on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.

Usually, in these types of situations, people tend to behave in two very different ways when they see something that happened to them happening before their eyes:

"Why should I help them? I went through the same thing, so it's not my problem" or "I should help! They shouldn't have to go through the same thing".

You can probably already guess under which category König falls into.

He was NOT about to actively play a passive role in ignoring the poor blubbering child, to be downright apathetic like the other adults were in their radius. No way.

Still carrying his dufflebag, imagine the horror of the little shitlings*: seeing an imposing giant 2ft+ taller than them, huge body trudging towards their little troupe; cold, icy-blue eyes half-lidded staring into their bulging ones. Glaring.

Little band of clowns would probably actually shitting themselves fr 💀

Not only does König give the brats a stern talking to (all the while they are nodding their heads with jaws on the floor, knees trembling and nearly caving in on themselves), he later makes it his due diligence to track down the parent(s) and scold them too.

"Was wird deinem Gören zu Hause beigebracht? What do you teach your brat? This behaviour is unacceptable. You have set a terrible example, Du verdammter Idiot. How dare you allow this? Bulling is wrong. Scheiße, are you listening to me? Because you should, Dummkopf. You should be ashamed. I am sure ashamed of you. I swear to Gott—"

Cue 1 hours later, he personally grounds them (the child and parents)... 🤐

...And the child goes with it? Even the adults? 😭

I mean, to be honest, I would too, if a 6'10, body-so-broad-that-it-blocked-all-sunlight-and-did-not-fit-in-the-door-frame Colonel, gesticulating wildly, projecting strongly his German-accented voice, cursing in an aggravated amalgamation of furious English and a spiteful spit of German... Yeah, I'd be pissing my pants not even gonna lie 😭

I'd imagine that the parents would be immediately saluting, images of stupidity on their faces, completely dumbfounded to have their parenting challenged and to learn that their "precious little angel(s) that can do no wrong" actually can do wrong. (sorry guys i hate toddlers with a RAGING PASSION... rant over fyi no more of me insulting shitheads🥰)

As for the sweet, weeping girl, he would crouch down to her height, gentle eyes genuine behind his menacing mask. Slowly lifting the fabric, wary of his facial deformities, his scars, he'd do his best to give her a comforting smile, wanting to make her at ease.

She was not put off by his appearance at all. If anything, she maintained eye contact — was curious yes, so with no filter whispered, "You... you have a nice smile, sir. I like your eyes.

"They're—" a loud sniff, wiping her nose with her sleeve "—they're pretty. "

Taken aback, König's eyes widened. Then, in soft whisper:

"Meine Süße, I'm so very sorry about those— those idiots..."

The girl giggled a little, dimples appearing on her tear-stained cheeks.

"And I'm so very sorry, but there will others. Other idiots," he allowed himself to smile, letting out a dry chuckle.

A tentative hand dropping to her round shoulder, squeezing it every so slightly to emphasise his words. "And you have to be strong, Mädchen. You must be strong. This world isn't a good place for angels like you."

Obviously, he didn't sugarcoat the truth. Situations like this would be unavoidable. He would make that clear.

"I do not condone violence, but—" a wink, acknowledging the irony behind his words. "—if you stick your foot out when one of those brats are walking down the corridors, surely nothing will happen, ja?"

Seeing the girl lighten up, smiling brightly, no signs anymore of crying, he ruffled her hair with a toothy grin.

Letting the veil drop down his face, he suddenly fixed his posture and gave an exaggeratedly goofy salute as he turned to head home, satisfied. All the while the girl waved at him energetically, eyes crinkling up in an adolescent's adorable smile.

On another note: I never really gave it much thought before, but... König as a father? 🥺🥺

Your headcannons unlocked a part of my brain that had been locked. 🤭✨ Needed to upgrade my König skill tree before I got to this poin. 🦸🏼‍♀️ Sure has been worth it, though. 🤩

Ever since he was past his teenage years, the thought of a family was something he longed for. Desired.

Maybe it's because he was taught traditional house roles in his European household, or was longing for something that was out of reach, he couldn't tell.

What he was certain about was that it was his biggest wish. His dream.

Deployed in a foreign country, his favourite past-time was fantasizing about his future with a special someone, to have a big family, and to raise his children, giving them everything good he never had, and to shield them from everything bad he had experienced.

Something in being the breadwinner of the house was so masculine to him, and coming home to so many short, out-stretched arms, so excited to be reunited with their papa clinging on to his long legs brought a tear to his eye.

And, once you two officially became a couple, he knew that he wanted to start a family with you at some point. From the moment he met your eyes, intuition assured him that you would be the right one for him.

If you're a [fertile] female, he wants nothing more than to see miniature you and him running around, sweet cherub faces and their chubby cheeks smiling at him, calling him papa, calling you mama.

Seeing your belly swell up with his baby would strangely give him a sense of pride, proud that you would both bring sacred life into the world together, and would practically worship the ground you walk on. He would want to get this right, for everything to be perfect.

He wouldn't allow you to lift a finger despite your protests, catering to your every need, caring for you in any and all ways he could:

Carrying the groceries, 3 carrier bags in each hand, serving you while simultaneously subtly making you swoon, not missing the googly eyes you made at his strength from his peripheral vision;

Doing the bed, making sure to stock up on additional soft pillows and fluffy blankets so you would rest well, removing all stress from your morning routine, and the discomfort of finding a comfortable sleeping position at night;

Insisting you eat balanced meals, preparing nutritious food that had all the nutrients you would need, the sustenance to feed you and develop a healthy baby.

The gore and guts he had witnessed in the battlefield did not compare at all to the sight of blood staining the hospital bed sheet. The look of horror in his eyes as you went into labour, death grip on his hand, knuckles turning white. He'd be hyperventilating, almost feeling the same pain you were going through 😢💔

Not to say that your agony was worth it, but seeing the beautiful blanketed bundle in your arms, you cooing at the little one, made every single horrific moment combined in his life worthwhile.

All the struggles, the hardships, the troubles; all worth it if it meant seeing you with his child.

If you're anything other ([infertile] female, male, non-binary, etc), König would get so emotional when adopting a newborn with you.

He'd be teary-eyed, unable to hide the emotions.

To think that he'd be rescuing a child, giving them a second chance and making it feel so wanted, so loved. To give it all the love he was missing, the feeling forgotten through years of bullying, abuse, and violence, and war.

He would waste no time building the nursery. Painting the walls, building the crib, buying plush blankets, stuffed teddy bears, toys that would be in no way a choking hazard.

His helicopter parent preparations aside, his dream would be to grow old with you, and be surrounded by children, grand-children, and even great-grand-children, sharing stories as the lively atmosphere was bubbling with life, with a family.

Piggy back rides would be a MUST!! 😡 Or, better yet, his infants (taking turns — dunno if three kids at once is very practical 😭) sitting on his shoulders, seeing the world from so high up. Reaching out, and their head in the clouds.

Bouncing them on his knee, like a train conductor going through heavy turbulence, all the while the little ones would be laughing happily, telling him to go faster.

Every single one of his children cuddled up to him; in his lap, over his shoulders, splayed over his legs, clinging to him like a pack of koalas. 🐨

Reading bed time stories, stroking their head, stood in the door way minutes after his children had fallen asleep. Keeping them safe.

A family of his own. To eventually embarrass endearingly, to squish their cheeks, and tickle their sides, play-wrestle and tease by keeping objects out of reach. His extensive research also included horrible dad jokes, which were made hilarious by their poor translations into English.

Wanting to raise his children the way his mother had raised him while she was still around, to give his children the happy childhood he hadn't had, to make school a positive journey into adulthood. He'd teach them to deal with bullies, to stand up for themselves when he never could...

...And, athough he has good intentions, the truth is that with a father like him no snot-nosed brat would ever dare to mess with the Colonel's children ☠️

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Note: Omg you. csn tell that i got so carried away w/ this😭😭 you know rhat line where König "fantasized" about a family ?yea that was me the entire time wiritng this...💔 God i need to stop daydreamimg excessively ajd return to reality 🥲 ...

...,,jk i wont 🥰💅✨💫 good mental health??😰😰 guurrl we don't know her 💆🏼‍♀️💫✨🧚‍♀️💓

Functioning like a normal human being💔🤮🤮🤮<<<<< Making up vivid scenarios in my head💓💓 😍😍😍

*fyi, shitlings is a loose translation for "gówniaki/gówniarze", an insult you have for children in Polish (similar to the English "shithead"). Do what you will with that new knowledge. The world is your oyster with that one ig 👍

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puppsworld · 14 days

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omg hi i saw you said you wanted to be asked about ghoul hc's and I love your ideas so I have questions >:3

i hope its ok that im asking about something related to like . whats admittedly my guilty pleasure headcanon bc it lets me project onto the ghouls sobs but . i know chronically ill zeph + occasionally rain and phantom is a common hc, but is that something you have ideas for ? bc I've seen some neat ideas about how chronic illnesses manifest for ghouls vs humans, so I was curious :3

GRABS YOU. GRABS YOU. I HAVE A *LIST* OF GHOUL MEDICAL THINGS HOLD ON

ok so, here is ^^ my list of ghouls and some of the medical stuff i hc them with: (big list,,, ish. so imma put it under tha cut ^^)

Omega: - Hip Dysplasia (Uses a Cane) Delta: - Ménière’s disease: a balance disorder. It’s caused by an abnormality in part of the inner ear called the labyrinth. Fluid buildup here can cause a severe spinning feeling (vertigo) and affect the hearing. (Due to balance problems he requires crutches) - Chronic Fatigue Syndrome: Extreme fatigue that can't be explained by an underlying medical condition. - Acquired Immune Deficiency: Immune system weakened due to elemental transition Aether: - Rheumatoid arthritis Phantom: - Hypermobile EDS (hEDS) - Stomach / Digestive issues caused by his hEDS Aurora: - Hypermobile EDS (hEDS) - Heartburn caused by her hEDS Zephyr: - Idiopathic Scoliosis - Sciatica - Chronic Pain - Fatigue Dewdrop: - Acquired Immune Deficiency: Immune system weakened due to elemental transition

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bones-boneyard · 15 days

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Idk how big the overlap is on this but ive been thinking about combining my two current hyperfixations (dungeon meshi and limbus company) and thinking about how it would translate

Obviously going to put a dungeon meshi guy into limbus but I don't think the main crew actually fits that well with the limbus company cast. Mainly because it's all about how they're a group of seemingly unlikely friends with a common goal they are able to complete thanks to the power of friendship pretty much djdhsjdjnd so they're crossed off the list to be a sinner

Kabru though.... I feel like he'd be perfect as a sinner. His entire thing is wanting to beat the dungeon for his own wishes and desires. To conquer and destroy it. Plus he does seem like the type to join whatever party he feels would have the best shot at beating the dungeon so him joining limbus company seems fitting.

Certain things im still up in the air about like how falin is gonna work out or how kabru's parental backstory is gonna work. Laios' party is definitely a group of fixers exploring Lcorp ruins. Laios has an interest in the abnormalities/distortions. He probably collects abandoned reports from the ruins of Lcorp which from an outsider's perspective just seems like info gathering but really he's just autistic about it.

Also find it funny how both Kromer and Laios are people enamored by abnormalities but Laios jist became hyperfixated and Kromer went full on obsessed

#limbus company #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #idk if actually spoils anything but the target audience for this post IS people who know about things

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ashwithapen · 10 months

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⚠️ this post is edited and updated regularly! last edited: 31 march 2024

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ᯓ☆ rentry!

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hi, my name is ash! here are some things about me...

⤷ 18 ⤷ autistic, adhd, osdd-1b (system sideblog) ⤷ agender, greyromantic, bisexual, & queerplatonic ⤷ intp, aquarius, hufflepuff, 5w4, etc.

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some things i do...

⤷ write! i'm an author :) (prose, poetry, plays...) ⤷ compose music (i use musescore) ⤷ film & edit videos (check out my youtube channel) ⤷ play guitar and write songs

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im SUPER into soundtracking & symbolism in music as well as abnormal psychology!!

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link to my creative portfolio with writing (fiction, nonfic, poetry, plays), music, video editing, and photography

recently: i wrote an original soundtrack for a book

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i hope you enjoy :)

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below the cut: tags, WIPs, fandoms & interests, and more!

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ᯓ☆ tags!

#drabbles: shorts

#poetry: poetry

#life writing: life writing

#creative non-fiction: creative non-fiction

#fiction: fiction

#get wipped lmao: anything about my WIPs

#ash writes (as well as any of the above tags): original work

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#ash.txt: for when i have stuff to say

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#oo shiny: stuff i liked a lot

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#composing: i write music scores sometimes

#insane mashups: sometimes i combine songs and create monstrosities and that's okay

#music!!: where i yell about songs/artists i like & other music stuff

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ᯓ☆ WIPs!

heart beats fast; colours and promises

Viva La Ávila

tales, second edition

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ᯓ☆ fandoms & interests!

ranges from obsessed, to involved, to generally liking. listed alphabetically. i will probably post/reblog about mainly the ones in bold as they are my current 'favourite' interests, but anything is free game.

13 reasons why (show, haven't read book)

abnormal psychology (neurodiversity)

ASMP (minecraft rolepay series)

avengers + avengers adjacent (mcu, haven't read comics)

avpm, avps, avpsy (musicals)

bo burnham (musician + comedian)

c418 (composer)

circe (book)

cream crew (content creator group)

crywank (musician)

dream smp (livestream series; i don't support dream/dream team)

e7i (musician)

generation loss (interactive livestream + adjacent media)

good will hunting (movie)

hamilton (musical)

harry potter (fuck jkr)

hazbin hotel (tv show)

heartstopper (show, haven't gotten to read the graphic novels yet)

heathers (musical and movie)

heroes of olympus/percy jackson (books, still watching series)

how to train your dragon (movies + show)

how to train your dragon soundtrack

hozier (musician)

jacob collier (musician)

james marriott (musician + streamer)

john powell (film composer)

magnus chase and the gods of asgard (books)

modern baseball (band)

mom jeans. (band)

nimona (movie, haven't read graphic novel/web-series)

rainbow kitten surprise (band)

sherlock (bbc show)

sleepy bois inc. (content creator group; fuck wilbur soot)

song of achilles (book)

soundtracking & symbolism in music

star wars

studio ghibli (movies by the animation company)

the 1975 (band; i don't support matty healy)

the star and the sun (book; still reading)

the oh hellos (band)

toby fox (music, haven't played his games yet)

qsmp (livestreamed minecraft server)

why don't we (band; old fan, not in as deep as i used to be)

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ᯓ☆ extras!

⤷ as mentioned, i'm the host of an osdd-1b system @ourstarsys ⤷ my co-host, Misty, also has a side blog @wolfdogmisty ⤷ i also own @jesterjac (agere)

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hearts4namra · 1 year

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another oldie im sorry :( cute fluff

you rubbed your eyes in an exhausted manner. you see, the thing you never hear about the protocol is the amount of reconnaissance the eyes of the group do. not a day goes by where you attend work and aren't creepily stalking through some randoms civilians instagram page because they've been seen associated with a target. and now that they have a duelist who can seek out information, you can never catch a break from all the solo search and destroy missions brimstone sends you on.

the man told you in confidence that he knew you were the best agent for the job, and that he trusts you in this lone wolf- sort of- position he's assigned you to, and when someone does such a genuine thing, it's hard to say no. especially when the man has a standard golden retriever dad personality, and is your best friends father figure.

still, it doesn't take any stress of your shoulder's knowing its just you out there.

of course, cypher noticed. he always does. it's hard not to, when every night he retires to his room to find you sound asleep- still in your usually bloody clothes from taking down another target. him usually being the one to change your clothes and clean you up a little.

he must've been pretty lost in thought, because when he remembered he had been doing something, he was already at your office door. quietly opening the door, since everything he does is quiet. he watched as you leaned back in your chair and yawned harshly, spinning your chair back and forth for a second before stretching and going back to your computer. he smiled at your antics fondly.

suddenly, your ear twitched faintly and your eyes raised to meet his. "hey there, stalker."

"damnit! you always know." he grumbled, you grinned softly and tilted your head. "it's never gonna work, aamir. i’ll catch you every time." he waved you off, knowing one day he'd find a way to catch you off guard. you only then noticed the two cups of coffee in his hands, you raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes (or at least, you think he did. his mask was on.) pulling a chair up to the other side of your desk. you moved your monitor so you could sit across from him with ease. he slid the coffee over to you and you started reading the label reflexively.

(ur usual coffee order)

you raised an eyebrow at the list of ingredients and smiled softly, reaching over the table, you cupped his face with your hands and rested your elbows on the table. the tips of his ears and cheeks flushed red as you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. he put a gloved hand up and over your lips, turning to look away bashfully. you giggled into his hand at the action, moving from holding his face to just holding the hand against your face.

"you're awesome, i was killing for some caffeine." you casually complimented. an abnormally sincere expression appeared on his face as he grabbed your hands and held them both in his. "i worry about you lately, (name)." you sighed as he repositioned his hands and held your face, he gently ran his thumbs under your restless eyes. you closed your eyes and relaxed into his hands. he began to rub slow circles over your temples.

"this line of work is so stressfullll!" you whined, holding the cup of coffee and feeling the warmth spread through your hands. cypher only laughed lightly at you, "its not like you have much of a choice, do you?" he asked, the question sincere, but his tone clearly indicated he was teasing. "no, not when i can walk on walls i guess." you replied defeatedly.

"hey aamir?" you asked, slowly drinking the coffee he brought. you watched the blue pupils of his mask morph into different shapes before finally adjusting as hexagons on you. "how did you find out what kind of coffee i like? we've never gotten it together before." a bit of coffee spits out of his mouth as he slapped a hand over it. his cheeks flushing red as his eyes darted to the left, his mask lifted just enough to drink (and also see the bottom of his cute pink cheeks). you could tell from his demeanor and body language he mustve been embarrassed. he hated that you knew, the growing grin on your face only confirming it further. you rolled your eyes.

"stalking me again! you really are obsessed, aren't you?"

you spent the rest of your breaktime having coffee with aamir, and when it came time for him to go you quickly finished your work, hoping you'd see him later that day. (you definitely would :))

#cypher x reader #valorant x reader #valorant cypher #valorant x you #fluff #coffee

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levmada · 10 months

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Lay for Me - PT.3/4

pairing: Erwin/Levi

summary: “I’m more worn out than I thought.”

Erwin takes Levi’s hand to get his attention, and his eyes land on his warily. He’s gazing up, undeterred.

He clears his throat. “L-Lay for me.”

content/warnings: hurt/comfort, references to sh (cutting), erwin has selective mutism, healthy communication, mouth fucking, service dom erwin, multiple orgasms, dumbification, overstimulation, crying, praise, rimming, oral, begging, a little vanilla | 8.0k

note: i'm adding my own hcs in this part so i wanted to say: i think that ackermans have a high sex drive/low rebound time because well levi is an ackerman, and i said so

and im using the ackerbond in the way that having sex with your liege makes it the most powerful so there's that also.

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Levi squints down at the paperwork spread out on Erwin’s desk. It looks more like he’s glaring at the pages not a foot under his nose.

The contents are not what’s infuriating him, despite this task he’s set up for himself (One, to check over each Squad Leaders’ report of the past expedition; two, to review the eighty-six death certificates for grammatical errors). The swoops and scrawl of words and the spaces between them are starting to blur together.

It’s mind-numbing. Over and over, he’ll get past a paragraph or two, and then stop, realizing he’s retained none of it. The urge to punish himself echoes around his thoughts’ peripherals. A minor slip-up to act on it for—even a waste of time—but if he stops before he's finished, he might act on it anyway.

He volunteered to help Erwin after all. There was an abnormally long list of tasks to complete after this expedition, and of course he volunteered to give Erwin a hand with it all.

He pushed Erwin off toward the shower a while ago—the second of the day after returning this morning—but Levi barely remembered to even make Erwin take a break because he’s been so hyper-focused on work.

Maybe when people like Eld and Oluo almost die in one Titan attack, Levi must keep that off his mind.

What’s more, the expedition as a whole wasn’t exactly a resounding success. Erwin has entered one of his silent moods since his customary speech to the regiment around lunchtime today. Tomorrow, everyone has the day off.

Erwin’s silent moods are easy to predict, despite how jarring they are. If Erwin could help it, they wouldn’t happen—he wouldn’t let himself be inconvenienced by them.

Anyway, a problem that Erwin can’t solve is in his mind a shame. Therefore, Levi doesn’t complain, and brings as little attention to his coping mechanism as possible. It’s how Erwin deals with things that he thinks are his fault. And besides, Levi knows things about anomalous ways to cope.

He turns another page, tossing a stray piece of his overgrown bangs off his eyes yet again. Annoying.

Though honed-in on reading, he’s never not aware of his surroundings. He relaxes imperceptibly as Erwin comes to his side, and places his hand on his shoulder. With the other, he tucks the offending piece of hair behind his ear.

Levi looks up at him with a questioning tilt of his head. Erwin looks as tired as he feels, but at least he’s dressed for bed on a cold and rainy spring night. And more importantly, clean.

A certain weight to his features age him. Ghosts.

Erwin motions with his head in the direction the adjoining door, his personal quarters.

“Now?”

He nods reluctantly.

Levi glances at the grandfather clock. Shit, even he would be in bed by now. He didn’t realize.

“Shit. I forgot the time,” he amends, and stands, raising his hands behind his head to stretch. Somehow his back feels even more like lead than it did this morning.

“I’ll finish them on your day off.”

Erwin lips press as he arches one brow.

“Sleep enough. Maybe I’ll change my mind.”

A shadow of playful contempt shows through the cracks of his overall resignation. They both know that this is just another effort to get Erwin to relax. The true issue erupts when it’s needed both ways.

Levi can try. But falling asleep won’t be easy, just like how the death certificates weren’t easy, or hearing the jeers of the crowds upon their return wasn't. The past two weeks weren’t easy.

Nothing is easy right now, except crawling into bed with Erwin, even in short sleeves, and wiggling under the covers. With the dirt, mud, and blood down the drain, and the lost souls barred from entering on them.

Rest. I’ll make your sacrifices worth it. I swear to you.

He’s comfortably tired after several short naps throughout the day (including during their bath this morning). Unfortunately that means he can’t just pass out after his eyes close; instead he’ll see shadows, flashes of bodies missing parts, or contorted like dolls belonging to a disturbed child, bones protruding from weeping wounds.

Sleep is an impossibility for a while.

Levi opens his eyes. The lantern framing Erwin’s silhouette is bright. For however long, Erwin has sat there, staring indecisively at it.

Yes. When he gets quiet, Erwin can’t make decisions. Erwin is even wearing the felt blue trousers (and boxer briefs) he is now because Levi picked them out.

"Leave it on," he murmurs.

At the sound of his voice, Erwin visibly relaxes, then nods. He drags his hand down his face with a deep sigh. Sleeping is out of the question for both of them now.

Erwin matches Levi's worn gaze with his own.

“Hey, there’s no need to show me that shitty look,” he says softly. On his back, he opens his arms.

“Come here.”

Erwin joins him, sinking into his hold. He wraps his arms around Levi with his head resting squarely on his left chest, over his heart. It’s a little stiff because of their height difference, but he holds him in turn.

He mindlessly strokes Erwin’s soft hair, fresh from his shower, as he thinks of something to say. Long silences between them are comfortable, but he wants to make him feel better somehow.

Levi ruffles his hair gently. "What about the book?"

The book they’re reading together.

Erwin raises his head with a solemn look on his face. There's something about the tenderness in his eyes, feelings of which they wouldn't speak even if Erwin felt like it.

“‘No’ is as good of an answer as ‘yes’.” He combs Erwin's nappy bangs off his forehead. His eyes flutter, and then crack open. "I'm probably too sore to hold up a book anyway."

Erwin looks pained suddenly.

Levi raises a brow.

“L...” He raises himself up. “…Levi..."

He trails off, peering down at him.

“Yeah?”

Levi's eyes flutter as Erwin cradles his cheek, as if he were caressing something pure and easily stained.

He tilts his chin up. He comes closer and closer, until their lips brush together.

“Hm.” Levi easily takes the lead. He’s tired, but certainly not too tired to kiss Erwin. It’s selfish… but being on professional terms for two weeks left Levi missing this.

Nothing needs to happen. Actually, they’ve never had sex after an expedition. But being close to Erwin is reinvigorating to his being.

Whether it's slow or fast, Erwin kisses him like he has eternity to spend, one thing to treasure, and one goal: to kiss him. They kiss slowly.

Levi brings his palm over the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss. A quiet sound of approval hums between them, joining the sensation of Erwin’s warm breath washing over his face, and this peace filling his chest.

As their kiss deepens, Erwin's arm comes to rest beside his head. Their chests press together, but he's not on top of him. Indecisive.

But just the suggestion of Erwin's weight pressing him down makes him run warm. How the tender smacking of their lips grows messier and more feverish.

Before Levi gives in to Erwin's parted lips and takes in his tongue, Levi pulls away. Any longer and they may get carried away further than Erwin wants. Golden strands tickle Levi's forehead.

The result is a simple but smoldering look exchanged. Erwin doesn't look listless like before.

"Yeah," Levi consents, a faint rasp. "I'll say something if it comes up," he adds.

Levi understands that he'll speak when needed—hell, he's aware that Erwin likes his voice at all. Breaking that mysterious universal rule of blind submission was a resounding success after enough practice.

But he senses Erwin's insecurity in this state. It's important to especially him that Levi communicates. Spoken words are extra insurance.

He isn't alone in that insecurity, actually. He missed Erwin, more than he let himself feel while they were outside the Walls. That's why he swallows around a lump in his throat as Erwin presses a doting kiss to his lips before smearing them down his neck. His tongue appears, licking and nipping over his rapid pulse as his hand toys with the hem of his t-shirt.

Levi sighs, baring his neck to give him more room. Where his mouth goes, the skin soon cools, making him shiver.

Through with letting Erwin be so gentlemanly, he locks their hands, bringing them up under his shirt to spread over the hard muscles and raised lines of scars packed in his middle.

Levi winces. "Your hand's a fucking icecube."

Erwin huffs, hot breath spreading over his throat.

"It's not because I run warm," he growls, forcing annoyance as Erwin spreads his fingers, closing on his nipple and making him squirm. "Hah..."

"Hm," he hums lightly.

All Levi can do is gasp as he tugs the pink nub into a sensitive point.

His hand briefly disappears to peel up Levi's shirt, leaving it lumped below his neck. Erwin lowers his head, soothing the chill with slow licks of his tongue over his pricked nipple. A whine slips from him, loud to the point of embarrassing.

He lied. He's burning up now.

Erwin does all the right things in all the right ways. As his chest leans up, silently begging more, his hand slides down, closing on the firm bulge between his thighs.

"Ah—yeah..." he whispers.

What was a spark has transformed into a stoked burn. He slides his fingers through his silky blond hair and rubs distractedly.

He's pleased to feel Erwin's growing confidence. He mouths Levi's other nipple, sucking to bring it as hard and swollen as the other. He must taste how quick his heart is growing to beat.

He hooks his teeth into his bottom lip. Erwin is only rubbing and squeezing his hard cock, not enough, very not enough under layers. He's doing enough only to tease.

"C'mon," he whispers heatedly. "Know you can do better than that, Blondie."

He grunts, almost a moan at the sound of a challenge. He fleetingly sinks his teeth into the soft slope of his pec before moving up to his neck again, and instead of his hand, swinging his leg over for his thick thigh to rest on his crotch.

Levi gasps, pulling his hair, pushing on the new heavenly friction. What's even more, he feels Erwin's cock now, hard against his hip. Levi mouths a curse.

"F-Feels good," he whispers, grinding with a slow, but tight intensity.

Erwin practically trained him to talk, on those nights he edged Levi with his mouth. Look at me, Levi. How does it feel? Good? Do you like it when I kiss your cock?

"Don't stop."

Erwin groans with his teeth on his throat, a gravely sound he was clearly suppressing for some time.

He snags Erwin's hip, holding him in place. Desperately he swallows embarrassing whines. Erwin has a knack for that—making him beg and whine.

"Please," he mumbles.

For some reason, that gives Erwin a brief pause. Bringing Levi's cheek toward him, he kisses him hard, thrusting his tongue into his mouth in a messy outburst of desire.

It's not fair. It's hot when Erwin gets ambitious, hot when he drags his tongue down Levi's canines. He looks stupidly hot with his hair disheveled, cheeks ruddy, and boundless blue eyes lidded with desire.

Levi pulls off his shirt. Their hands snag on his boxer briefs, those following, and the huff of relief Levi makes once his stiff cock is freed. It slaps his pelvis, leaking at the tip.

It's clear when Erwin again hesitates. It's rare that he doesn't feel like taking charge, but Levi has no qualms about taking that role. He reminds himself over and over, He'd stop me.

He presses Erwin down on his back and swings his leg over so he's straddling his thighs. It's so obvious how turned on Erwin is that the idea of leaving his strained boxers on is laughable.

"These. Off."

Erwin reluctantly huffs in relief, visibly swallowing as they drop from his ankles. But before Levi can give his massive cock the slightest attention, Erwin steals his attention, his lips, back.

Levi huffs in amusement. He's suddenly being forward.

Erwin's hands flock all over his waist and hips, molding his thick flanks in his palms. Touching without making the commitment of asking Levi to do something one way or another. Clearly torn.

Levi rises up, hands closing on the top of the headboard so he looms over him a heavy amount. If he scooted up a little...

"Is this what you want?"

Erwin nods profusely, then hooking his elbows under Levi's thick thighs and hefting him forward.

He half-gasps, half-huffs as a weightlessness flips over his belly. He gets the message.

From the moment Levi's knees lay to rest above his shoulders, Erwin's attention lies on one thing. Before he has the chance to lower himself, his tongue darts out to lick his cock indiscriminately. As long as his mouth is on him, that's good enough for Erwin.

Levi's hips fall downward on their own, thighs wobbling as Erwin dutifully laps up what's oozed so far. He takes a handful of Erwin's hair, lowering himself finally with a choked curse.

He hears himself moan, as Erwin is already sucking hard—no patience indicative of him is present—with his tip sliding over his tongue, burying in his waiting mouth.

Erwin echoes the sound as those big hands he loves so much follow up, playing with the meat of his ass. Squeezing, spreading him open so that Levi gasps when that sensitive spot is exposed to air.

Levi has practiced. He wouldn't mind if Erwin put his fingers there, or pushed into his little rim like he's done with his tongue. That's not taking into account how many times he's imagined it.

His fantasies in this state are crippling in their temptation. His knuckles turn white, hooked over the headboard as he takes the initiative by fucking Erwin's mouth. How he's imagined riding Erwin's cock would be.

"Shit, you're tight..." he hisses.

Erwin just sounds so fucking pleased to hear that, he throbs. Erwin's grip hugs Levi's ass and thighs a bit tighter.

Just as soon as he speeds up and bears down a little harder, his body reminds him how worn out he is, and with a vengeance. His core begins to strain, hamstrings burning. What's just a little worse, his grip on the headboard is wearing out his hand more and more.

While focusing on how Erwin was feeling and how good it's felt to be near him again, he forgot. Even Erwin has avoided gripping where he's bruised or scraped.

He grunts, expressing a touch of frustration. Showing weakness is not only unbearable at any time, but this is embarrassing. He's even sensitive, Erwin knows that best, but the weariness is getting distracting.

He rests his forehead on his hand, breathing hard.

Some of the weight of moving is taken off him by Erwin and his hands gripping his thighs. He meets his hips more than halfway, but too soon, Levi's thighs are shaking in no attractive away.

He's slowed to a crawl when Erwin pulls off.

"Shit..."

He rests more on his haunches, muscles twinging. He grimaces—not from the bittersweet relief—as he curses himself. This... doesn't happen to him. But them having sex so soon after an expedition is unheard-of in the first place.

"I'm more worn out than I thought."

Erwin takes Levi's hand to get his attention, and his eyes land on his warily. He's gazing up, undeterred.

He clears his throat. "L-Lay for me."

Levi feels hot all over as he clambers off of him. Before he can so much as drag a pillow into place, Erwin does it for him. He presses Levi down on his back, he spreads his legs, and rubs the places that are hurting him until his body is loose and pliant.

Erwin cherishes his war-torn body with his hands, and with his lips, indiscriminately. His knees aren't exactly an erogenous zone, and neither are his biceps or his fingers, but he treats them as such. Levi can’t look at him as he does this.

He shivers as Erwin dots slow kisses up from his sternum, his chest and then attaching to his jaw. Erwin kneels between his legs.

Levi reminds himself not to overthink Erwin's feelings about him. But whatever he did to deserve this, he doesn't know. Part of it is because he was too weak to give him what he wanted, right?

He nibbles on the inside of his cheek and holds on as Erwin's lips decorate his jutting collarbones in kisses. It's the right thing to speak up about these things.

"...Sorry. I..." He cringes.

Erwin stops, and shows him an inquisitive look.

He meets it with a frown. "Doing all the work can't be fun for you.”

Well, he can already tell his answer by the way is is looking down at him. A near-imperceptible smirk doesn't reach his lips exactly, but he can still sense it, like he can sense the desire in his half-lidded blue eyes.

Levi rolls his eyes. “Right… You don’t have to say anything.”

Erwin closes his eyes, and comes to some resolution.

He opens them. "...Either way"—he plants a kiss to his blushing pink nipple—"I can make you feel as good as you des...deserve to feel," he whispers.

Levi searches his expression for any exaggeration. He can't find any, let alone a lie. "To take your mind off the past two weeks?"

"T-To cherish. The one good thing I have."

Finally, he just has to look away. He's blushing all the way to his ears, he can feel the raging heat, and this thing in his chest tightening up. Not trusting his voice, he just nods.

He feels a little guilty for making Erwin talk so much despite his obvious struggling.

A good thing. The one good thing. My one good thing.

He's noticed a trend.

Would it be selfish to conclude that he is easy enough for Erwin to talk to? Apparently not.

"You softy," he mumbles finally. Erwin peppers kisses to his firm nipples again, then across in the straight divot made by the gear he uses to fly.

Erwin raises an expectant brow.

"Do your cherishing, then."

With the ghost of a smile turning his lips up, Erwin latches his mouth on one of his tender nipples.

Levi hisses softly, eyes opening and shutting. “Erwin…”

Erwin hums to himself as he soothes his pricked nipple with his tongue. His other hand wanders up his inner thigh. Levi's chest leaps and falls as he tosses his head to the side.

Erwin smears kisses down his navel with just enough pressure to tease, soft smacks.

He licks around his sharp hipbone, nearing close to his hard cock. Closing his eyes makes the sensation that much more intense. He shivers in anticipation.

Erwin's fingertips are digging into his thighs just lightly, soothing the aching trembling from them. Those big hands can wrap around his thighs if he so wanted. He pins them down, wide apart, for now, with a startling amount of strength.

What is he planning?

Levi watches Erwin through his lashes. His eyes are closed, with a face that says there's nowhere he would rather be than between Levi's legs.

His fucking tongue, so close to his stiff cock. He's already as hard as before, if not more.

Erwin has no more patience than he did earlier, not really—he was taking it slow for Levi to recover from his collapse, certainly—when suddenly the fattest part of his cock is in his mouth. All of it.

"Fuck!" he gasps, his head falling back and his back arching up. He's fucking ambitious. To make up for the past half-hour, he seems intent on making him come in under a single minute, mouth sucking this tight and bobbing this fast.

"Erwin, Erwin, ngh..." he gasps uncontrollably. "What the fuck—fuck...!"

Erwin is pinning him, letting him get nowhere, but his hips tremble and snap forward on their own, chasing the pleasure at the back of Erwin's throat. Hands grabbing at Erwin's shoulder and his hair tighten into fists.

Erwin moans with a profound satisfaction, somewhere deep in his chest.

He can't even get out a warning in time. Every muscle, drawn tight, freezes when his balls tighten, throbbing when he begins to come. Weightless, hot, so fucking hot that his vision escapes him for a moment.

He shouts out soundlessly, it dissolving into a shaky moan as Erwin swallows every drop of his cum. The sensation leaves his toes curling, and him to whine helplessly.

He whimpers and struggles to hump Erwin's hot mouth until he feels a familiar embarrassment. Even after they got into this regularly, Levi's energy is about as boundless as his strength. It's not that Erwin doesn't satisfy him—exactly the opposite—but one climax doesn't tire him out, and he comes hard.

It's embarrassing. Erwin of course loves it.

So it's several moments before he sinks back down, and soft keening noises begin to slip out of him as he fails to twitch away when Erwin isn't stopping.

He slows down, but when he goes down, his nose buries in the trimmed wiry hairs; he swallows, like he intends to suck the soul out of him, and lathers his softened cock with his tongue when he comes back up.

But he's not soft for long.

"Dammit," he gasps. "Fucking, your mouth—too fucking fuck, Erwin..."

The tight sensations of Erwin swallowing his cock leaves him shaking. He makes involuntary attempts to close his legs to get some relief from what's quickly becoming overwhelming, but he can't move at all.

The reality of his own helplessness strikes a cord deep inside him. Processing a thought becomes an arduous task better spent shivering in pleasure as Erwin sucks his cock. He throws his head back, gasping softly in quick succession.

He slurps obnoxiously on his tip, so shamelessly, erotically filthy, leaving Levi to curl his toes in preparation as he sinks back down.

"Hah"—he whines at the ceiling—"F-Fuck... That's too good... baby. Baby...."

Erwin moans, and so fucking loud, a deep rumble that hugs his cock. Just how much is he getting out of this?

The fact that he's doing nothing, but turning Erwin on anyway, strikes him deep inside again. He's hard again, and the noises falling out of him are just slutty, but he can't fixate on it for long enough to muffle himself before Erwin takes away his ability to think again.

"Hah..." Another little whine slips out, feeling it twitch on Erwin's heavy tongue. He grips the sheets tight.

A thick shiver runs through him as his whole body tenses like a rubberband close to snapping. Erwin bobs his head in wet, rapid motions with that firm grip growing tight his trembling thighs, sinking in his fingertips until it hurts and his head is dazed and he's so fucking close—

“'Vin. That’s it that’s it, oh fuckfuck—…!”

His next climax feels punched out of him. He jolts when he reaches it, freezes, and then soft moans shake their way out of his gaping mouth. Combined with the pain makes him come so much harder.

Erwin drinks him down relentlessly. He feels like he's losing his grip or something—it's too much, it feels too good.

Because of all his tossing, his head has mostly slipped off the pillow, so he must gather the strength to raise his head and meet Erwin's glassy eyes, with his cock stuffed in his bulging cheeks. His face is ruddy and wet with sticky tears. He was watching him come, getting so much more out of this than Levi can even believe.

"Sh-Shit, 'Vin..." he whispers, cradling Erwin's cheeks, who stutters out a moan. "You're so—fucking thirsty, aren't you?"

Levi swears he's drunk on him, but he sees even Erwin shiver at his words.

He notices he's still bent in a deep kneel. Surely giving himself no relief at all. Surely doing it on purpose.

"E-Erwin." The words die in his throat as Erwin goes down, just warming his soft cock in his mouth, holding still. His hand closes on his balls, tugging and playing with them.

Levi is going to dissolve into a puddle on the bed before he can get a word in. That doesn't help his reluctance to speak up.

It's in how pensive and distracted he becomes, maybe, that makes Erwin notice. Either way he always notices. Erwin pull off his wet cock, just barely hard.

"I get that you don't want anything. But I do. Want you to want," he stammers out lamely.

Erwin doesn't look confused. But he seems reluctant to believe his own conclusion.

"Give me more," Levi says.

His brows lift, voice a rough rasp. "I'm—I'm not, pressuring you, am I?"

"If we're both worrying about that, then probably not."

The edges of Erwin's rosy lips curl up slightly, all swollen from sucking him, a mess from it. He's no longer smiling as he kisses Levi's bony knee, appearing pensive.

"You can... take care of me, or whatever cheesy line you always come up with. Stop worrying for tonight." He rubs Erwin's hair, and wipes the wetness from his ruddy cheek.

Erwin's eyes glint in the light, rich cobalt. "I'd—I'd always take care of you."

He worries the inside of his cheek between his teeth. It's very hard to scowl at him right now. Especially since Erwin is feeling talkative again just to say that.

"You're such an idiot."

This time, Erwin's slight smile reaches his eyes.

Erwin sits up, and with a fleeting kiss to Levi's lips, leans over him for the bedside drawer. He fishes around in it for the oil.

"I've fingered myself before," Levi offers mildly.

This stops Erwin right in his tracks. He slips the drawer shut, but he only has eyes for Levi. "Oh? ...How many?"

His eyes widen. He was just telling him—he didn't think simple words would turn him on.

"Times?—Or what?"

Erwin crawls between his legs, and spreads his thighs apart. His free hand just idles at his inner thigh, his little finger brushing against his hipbone. "Both."

"You expected me to keep count?" he tries to retort.

"So you did it enough times to lose count?"

Levi blushes bright red. "That's not what I meant. Pervert..."

He watches Levi as he oils his fingers until they're wet and glistening. And Levi watches him.

"Is what I'm doing right now perverted...?"

Levi bites his lip as his fingers brush up against his hole, and swallows. He covers his mouth and looks away. "N-No."

He adds more quietly, "I used three."

One prods inside, massaging the tight muscle almost. Levi gasps sharply, shutting his eyes tight.

"Did you enjoy it?—Using three fingers to fuck yourself?"

He's sure he didn't do anything to make Erwin talkative again. Enough to so effortlessly make his cock throb like this. Sheer embarrassment constricts his throat.

"I'm realizing I didn't. When you make it feel like this."

"Oh, Levi," he sighs, as if Levi was touching him right now and not hiding behind his elbow.

Suddenly his fingers disappear. Levi's eyes open, a panicked question of whether he said too much popping into his mind before Erwin lays down comfortably on his stomach with his ass in front of his face.

"Please tell me if I'm good at this, or extremely bad."

A whine is torn from him as Erwin spreads his cheeks apart, thighs shivering when not his coarse fingertips, but his hot and heavy tongue rubs against his hole. That's all it is at first, rubbing and swirling it in the slowest circles imaginable.

"Oh fuck," Levi inhales, hand shooting down and sinking into golden-blond strands again. "That's good."

He's imagined Erwin's tongue on and in him in this way, but just this moment blows his imaginings of even the orgasm Erwin would give him from this out of the water.

How is it going to feel when Erwin fucks him? He's refrained from thinking about it due to their sheer size difference. But Erwin is changing his mind by the moment.

"Keep going," he whispers.

How would it feel? To be that fucking full? Erwin's massive cock inside him and his soft insides stretching around him. Squeezing on him. The ridges around his fat tip catching on his hole, fuck.

Erwin moans. Levi can feel it, too—twitching to become loose and pliant for his tongue to slide inside him. It dips into him, and rotates in circles and circles.

Levi stutters a gasp as his whole body does, unable to fully process the pleasure from the sensations. Erwin's fingers dig into his thighs, narrowly managing to pin them in place. He feels hot all over, thinking then in a string for immediately forgotten curses and an apology for being unable to control the way his hole is rapidly fluttering around his tongue.

It parts obediently for it, and with Erwin moaning, licking into him, his strong nose digging into his taint and tickling something inside him that he slaps his hand over his lips to muffle—he's going insane. His breaths grow shallow. Nothing has ever felt so incredible, even their very first time together.

He whimpers obnoxiously as Erwin thrusts in with his heavy tongue. He can't stop himself from quivering.

To say nothing of how hard he is. His cock has dripped down his shaft, wet with Erwin's mouth and beet-red from overstimulation, but he can't get enough of Erwin. Nothing compares.

Regardless of how he quiets himself, the wet sloshing sounds are impossible to miss. Finally he moans, loudly, as Erwin's tongue retreats, and thrusts in faster. His insides clamp down on it every time he pulls out, as if in refusal to let it leave.

"Don't-Don't fucking stop... Need more. Fucking—please."

But this is just the beginning, isn't it. Before his fingers. Hot anticipation in him builds and builds.

Erwin's tongue pulls out, but not before his lips latch to his hole, leaving an open-mouthed kiss. He almost cries out.

The gentle snick of the oil opening makes him squirm in anticipation. And because Erwin doesn't have his hands on him anymore.

He locks his ankles behind Erwin's shoulders in protest, imploring him with lidded silver-grey eyes.

Erwin chuckles, no more than a raspy grunt as he crawls forward. "Are you needy?"

He recoils inside, glazed eyes opening. Erwin's cheeks are pink, contrasting so beautifully against his reddened lips and bright blue eyes. He's coating four fingers, leaving them slick and glossy.

Levi closes his eyes again. "No."

"I think you will be."

He won't admit it, but he loves it when Erwin gets like this. He's always quick-tongued, but when he's cocky, like he knows how Levi will feel, or knows what he's feeling despite coy denial.

Erwin kneels, and has Levi's legs bend comfortably out beside him before his middle finger appears at his hole and presses in. He's already so wet and pliable that it sinks in effortlessly.

"You're tight," Erwin says softly, the words drenched in unquenched desire. Levi whines sweetly into his arm. "Do you need more oil?"

Levi's brow puckers as he analyzes the feeling. He settles on shaking his head. It's not that different from his tongue at first, but he discovers it's much longer. Feels weird, but nicer and nicer.

"Do you like this, darling?"

He thrusts it now. Levi's cock twitches, oozing more, again. Erwin asks such a thing despite his squirming and weak attempts to raise his hips.

"Mm," he hums. "Mhm."

Some feeling flutters in his belly like a feather. Something else to add to the long list of things he has come to like about Erwin is that he checks in with him often, but not in a coddling manner. He came to like it as Erwin made it abundantly clear that his feelings matter to him.

A second finger prods inside him, sinking in slowly, and, there. Levi groans and raises his hips—already two of Erwin's fingers are thicker than three of his own, to none of his surprise.

He throws his arm out for anything to hold onto as Erwin spreads and scissors, and lands on the sheets. "Fuck. It's good."

Erwin kisses his inner thigh. "Good."

It's tight at some points, but Erwin is too careful, and has the patience for such care, that it doesn't hurt at all.

If he ever needed a distraction from the stretch, Erwin's lips float down and mouth over his thick balls. A pathetic noise between a whine and a gasp lifts Levi's chest.

Erwin hums from low in his throat. With two rocking in and out of him, he knows what he's murmuring. "Does that feel good, my beloved?"

"Yes," he rasps.

Erwin's mouth roams and skips upward, licking up the mess at the base of his stiff cock. He licks him like he's candy.

Dazed and whining, Levi touches Erwin's fingers spread over his waist, his hair, his jaw as it moves, anything.

His third finger makes Levi's head fall back. He gapes soundlessly as his insides flutter and stretch. So big. His lips. So soft. Mouth. So fucking wet.

"Oh fuck!" Levi cries out. "Fucking right there, right there..."

His abdomen muscles visibly tense, hips undulating uncontrollably. Pure pleasure joins the blood in his veins with Erwin's fingers pushing over a firm spot he couldn't have been aiming for. Erwin trumps him in size too much for his own good.

So good. Somewhere, his core and leg muscles are achy again, but the pain is a silent whisper amongst the rampaging pleasure.

Erwin moans softly, not even touching himself, not even doing anything. "Fuck, Levi."

The sound of a curse from Erwin's mouth burns him red-hot. He claws at his arm, wrenching the sheets in his grip, whispering, pleaseplease under his breath like a prayer. He's needy.

"Want it here?"

Erwin's hand travels from Levi's slender waist to his cock, pinning it to his belly. It's utterly swallowed in his palm, but it's his finger, stroking over his sensitive slit, that makes him writhe and tense.

"Yes."

His fingers pump inside faster. They press on that spot.

"Goddammit, you're gorgeous," Erwin breathes.

"I can't, fuck, Erwin—!" Levi tosses his head. His hips move all on their own, rushing to meet his fingers. If Erwin stops now, he'll fucking die. He slaps his hand down on Erwin's, where he's fondling him, and moans at the ceiling. Erwin sounds just as out of breath as him, if not more.

“I can’t. Can’t last. S’too much.”

"I know, I feel you're close," he soothes, his voice all low, fucking enticing. "Just let it go for me."

He comes so hard that he feels outside himself for a moment, pleasure unable to be contained to just his body. He blacks out for a moment, or he thinks so, before the explosion hits him full-body, all at once with his eyes rolled back. His thighs, every inch of him trembles.

He just knows Erwin’s eyes are locked on his slackened jaw and terse brow, and the cum spilling onto his navel, and somehow that knowledge just defeats him.

When he drops back down, his eyes brim with unshed tears. His raw cock twitches over his navel, still oozing cum. Erwin still uses his fingers, but slower now.

“Such a good boy, Levi…” Erwin murmurs, his voice like honey. Eyes meeting, his might as well be made of diamonds. When Erwin looks at him like this...

He covers his face with his elbow as a strangled, but wet whimper escapes.

Erwin slows down, almost to a stop.

“No please…” he begs. “Please. Please.”

Erwin crawls forward to hover over him, but honors his request by rocking his fingers slowly.

Levi wastes no time grabbing onto him now that he can, which means revealing his face.

"Tell me to slow down, and I will." Erwin brings down his hand, wiping the tears before pressing doting kisses to his eyelids and cheeks for good measure.

Levi shakes his head stiffly, mouth moving but failing.

"This is intense? Is it overwhelming?"

He nods, quickly.

"And you want more?"

Levi blindly nods at whatever he’s saying. He's having trouble reading between the lines, managing to grasp that Erwin is still preparing him, and that Erwin is checking in, that Erwin is loving this.

“Look at me, angel.” Erwin turns his cheek with his knuckles.

Levi manages to peel his eyes open as little whines well up, and he navigates the confusing borderline of pain and pleasure. Erwin's voice makes him feel calm, and his lips to his jaw inspires the anticipation once again. His blue eyes are cautious, but serene.

“There you are. Does this feel good?”

He nods, over and over. He’s weeping, he realizes.

“Mhm?” His breath fans over his parted lips. “How about one more?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Erwin presses a lasting kiss to his lips.

He works his fingers out, giving Levi something of a break as he coats them in more oil. The momentary reprieve also lets him take in the wreck he has made of himself as he peels his wet bangs back over his forehead. His pale skin is glossy from sweat in most places, and sticky with cum streaking his navel. To say nothing of how raw and messy it is. His thighs tremble.

He's not even sure if he can come again, but he wants Erwin all the same.

"Are you still very sore?"

Levi opens his eyes and gathers himself. "I want you."

He watches Erwin's blush glow deeper. His blue eyes soften, lidded with passion. As he leans forward, and as he looks at Levi like he's the pinnacle of what little good is in this world, Levi can hardly breathe. He kisses him softly.

Erwin's voice, then, is a crude rasp that only he will ever be blessed to hear, barely restrained. "I've got you. I've got you, dove. Put your arms around me."

Levi melts as Erwin's weight presses him down with their bodies irrevocably intertwined. He's between his legs, and as they breathe, from his hips to his chest, he is pressed against him. Levi lets his bent legs rest loose and comfortable outside Erwin's waist, arching blindly into him while Erwin positions his cock. His arms can hardly close around his large frame.

Erwin grips Levi's hip to steady him. "Tell me again if I'm bad at this."

"I'll tell you to..."

The sarcastic quip dies on his tongue as blunt heat and weight dips past his rim. Above all, he's big. Erwin gasps or moans as he pushes in, and his walls stretch around it.

Bigbigbig…

Levi gasps. He's practically sputtering as their sweaty foreheads press together, and they breathe heavily into one another.

It's not as Levi expected, but much, much better. Even now Erwin is considerate of his feelings. He doesn't slam into him with no regard to how intense it is even after all that preparation.

He rocks in and out in slow, shallow movements. From Levi barely holding him inside, to a steady sinking into him. Levi gapes soundlessly as he quivers uncontrollably around him, with Erwin caging in his head, with Erwin slurring praises against his cheek.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Ngh. Mm…”

He's so fucking full. And finally, a long moan streams from his mouth with Erwin's pelvis grinding against his ass, hips squishing together.

"Ah, god." Erwin's fingers clench in the pillow beside his head. "God, Levi. God."

“‘s… good… Good…” he groans. It throbs inside him. "Fuck me."

Erwin speeds up from the offset, hurried as the mask that hid his desperation begins to crumble. He cradles the back of Levi's head so tenderly.

Isn't this better than sex? he finds himself thinking. This pleasure runs deeper than the body. It makes 'love' a cheap term. It doesn't say much that Levi can't come up with a name for it, but he's sure of his instincts in place of what he doesn't know. It's pure, ancient, and with Erwin it's right.

It simply is as Erwin slams into him, and Levi's leg spasms in efforts to raise and bring his cock deeper into him. Erwin snaps his hips gradually, so he doesn't come too fast. He's loud in the tender flesh of his neck, and tense everywhere.

But Levi has him beat with the pitched moans Erwin reels out of him, despite the downright filthy squelching between them. Even the slap of skin against skin. The mattress, creaking. Is he really that loud?

He doesn't have the words, only tears. Shivers that pulse in him and through him each time Erwin pulls out, as his walls drag and cling to it because his body especially wants this.

It begins to confuse him where Levi's lips end and their joined hands begin, or who is tensing and how much. Whose nails drag down the other's back.

He wishes his body wasn't so tired. He can barely hold up his wobbling thighs. Even his core burns from the exertion.

Erwin's ability to read him is a bit more uncanny than usual. He slows to a stop and brings his arm around his shoulders, the other bracing his thigh.

"Hold onto me," says Erwin.

Easy. He whimpers and claws at his back as it shifts inside him with the change in position—Erwin bringing him to straddle his lap so that gravity does the work for them. Levi's hips dip to the bed outside Erwin's hips, parting his legs just about as wide as they can go.

His raw cock is left pinned between his navel and Erwin's muscular middle. Any movement at all delivers a fiery lash of friction that makes his head spin.

But he likes his own helplessness. There's no way to wiggle away or close his legs, leaving him at Erwin's mercy. Erwin who takes care of him.

"There." Erwin's eyes search his own. "Is that better?"

He nods shakily, eyes closing.

It slipped out of him at some point. Levi feels behind himself, curious, breath hitching. He could easily slip four fingers inside his wet and puffy hole.

Their arms brush as Erwin lines his cock up again, probing inside, slipping past Levi's fingers. A sob springs from his chest. His cock stretches him, and fills him up all over again.

"You're perfect," Erwin groans. His warm breath and the words that contained it kiss Levi's face.

"Mph."

Levi bends his back, arching like a cat. It's deeper than before. Somehow impossibility deeper.

He can relax like this too—he doesn't even have to hold himself up, or lift his hips. Erwin holds him in place as he does all the work.

He opens his eyes, and at the same time so does Erwin. The moment couldn't grow more intense when their faces are so close, while their bodies couldn't be closer together. Erwin's brilliant eyes have always been entrancing, and his fixates on them now.

Finally Levi cracks. "Need you to fuck me."

"Ah." Erwin moves in him again, slowly. His eyes fall closed, fighting to open. "I know, but I can't last… when you..." He chuckles, unable to complete the thought.

Levi shivers uncontrollably. This position doesn't let his cock angle away from that firm spot. The one that gives him such pleasure it pierces his very blood.

"Fuck!" he squeaks. "Fuck I can't I can't—Please, please, please…”

Erwin moans, kissing Levi’s plump and gaping bottom lip, and finally the last modicum of Erwin's control is lost.

Erwin's nails dig into his thigh as he pins Levi in place and rams into him with reckless abandon. Any pace he masterfully kept up earlier disappears in a chorus of creaking, and slapping, squelching and noise.

Levi senses Erwin’s impending climax just as much as his own. Tensing and tightening, the frenzied holds, hiccuping gasps, his, his squeals as calls of another's name slurs, the wet clapping bouncing off every wooden wall.

“Levi—! Levi Levi Levi—”

His name, gasped in frantic synchronicity with Erwin’s hips drives him over what edge is left for him.

He cries out, a moan that is just too weak to be more than a whine. It sounds like he’s crying, and he is. He jolts, as tight as a wire, and stuffs his face in Erwin’s neck as cum leaks from his raw cock.

“Oh, good boy—”

Levi cries out.

Tension that begged to escaped every moment he was pleasuring Levi—it pours out of Erwin at the moment his blood turns to fire. For that second his balls tighten up, he’s frozen to gasp, then reel as he pumps rope after rope of his cum inside him.

Levi savors every second, and he can savor several after Erwin restrained himself for so long.

His toes curl until they begin cramping from a different pleasure, of thick heat getting drained inside him, and Erwin’s tight grip as he does, as if he isn’t allowed to twitch away, even while his body tries to stave off the overwhelming fuck. He feeds off the hot, heavy throbbing, and his own quivering deep inside, something else he can’t control. Erwin moans so pretty in his ear.

Towards the end, a full second passes between each harsh thrust, and a low, satisfied grunt bombarding Levi’s mind. Anything else is blank.

When Erwin is finished, Levi collapses against his strong frame. No one moves as the room is filled with the sound of panting.

Erwin is soon to work rubbing the violent shakes from Levi's legs. He slips out of him slowly, but still, he whimpers in his half-asleep state as his cum soon begins to ooze from his hole, down.

“My beautiful love,” he murmurs in his ear. “Does anything hurt?”

He hums mildly, a no. In fact he feels different, good. He doesn't focus on it for long—one doesn't feel the need to over-analyze their instincts.

Erwin is stroking his back now. "Do you feel different, Levi?"

Levi manages to open his bleary eyes over Erwin's shoulder, biting his lip in sympathy. He probably doesn't mean covered in scratches. "Do you dislike it?" he asks.

"No. Not at all."

He closes his eyes. "Me neither."

He feels himself being laid back down. Erwin starts pulling away from him, but he's not having it right now, even to clean up.

Erwin gives in to Levi tugging him back down with an amused huff.

He maneuvers Levi onto his side with the same doll-like ease with how tired he is. He grunts in approval as their legs intertwine. He's sticky and sweating like a pig, but he's shocked that he's too tired and relaxed to care.

“Perfect. My darling. You're amazing... You're the most beautiful person I've ever known,” Erwin murmurs at random.

Levi melts for those words, melting into his arms. It doesn't feel like just words coming from Erwin. Trust in them is so complete that it hurts.

“‘m really tired. But… I feel the same,” he whispers. Levi has to hold his breath to hear himself. He smolders with emotion and an odd embarrassment at hearing himself speak them.

Erwin’s breath trembles when he sighs, an expulsion of emotion. "I'm glad Levi."

Levi nods like a dumbass, realizing he is one as soon as he does it. They don’t say these things during even what he’d define as ‘special’ moments; they don’t say it before they leave on expedition (it would feel too final; a bad omen), but they were expressed their first time together, and here again, at their second.

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Fade to Black (part 2) — e.m.

Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader (she/her pronouns)

(Prequel)(Part 1)

A/N: I know Henderson!Reader’s fics are very common and popular, but something about Eddie dating the oldest Wheeler is so appealing. I love writing Wheeler!Reader fics samskdkdc I also love this man. This is fluffy I swear. Im gonna keep writing fix it scenarios, to keep coping with that ending 💀 Also, I gave Eddie a tattoo on his ribs.

Title based on the Metallica song by the same name.

Summary: Coming home from college for the spring break, you find yourself tangled in whatever messy situation Mike’s friends are involved now. However, you’re not expecting to find your ex, Eddie Munson, involved in it as well. Things take a bad turn, and in a stupid heroic moment, Eddie ends up terribly wounded, and you’ve got to do something soon, and taking him to the hospital is not a viable option, as he is wanted for murder.

Warnings: vol 2 spoilers, mentions and descriptions of wounds and blood, cursing, mentions of reader having an active sex life,

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

Word count: 2.8K

Tag list: @daydreamin1220 @fangirling-4-ever @theeblackbarbiesworld

I love this man, I don’t ever want my Eddie brain rot to end. Pls.

"We need to get him to a hospital" The doctor said.

"No hospitals!" You snapped. "He is gonna get arrested! He was framed and is wanted for murder, but he is innocent!" You yelled.

"We have to take him–"

"No! Proving his innocence will be very fucking hard, and the entire town hates him!" You cried.

"What the hell do you intend to do, then?"

"I don't know! But I'll figure it out. I can improvise here, keep him here for a day or two and then move him and hide him elsewhere" You said.

"Hopper's place! That place is abandoned!" Dustin said.

"We've got a pulse!" One if the paramedics said, turning to look at the doctor.

"I'm trusting you on this, I'm going to let you keep him here, as long as he's stable. If something happens, you take him to a hospital, you hear me?"

You stared into the doctor's eyes, clenching your jaw as tears kept slipping down your cheeks. You nodded hesitantly.

A loud rumbling, followed by a strong earthquake shook the trailer. Dustin freaking out, as the entire paramedics team cursed, but remained glued to Eddie, exchanging terrified looks, but without actually letting go of him. The trailer shook for several seconds, as you cried out Eddie’s name, his safety first thing on your mind rather than your own. Your heart beating nervously in your head as you

And when finally the earthquake stopped, the two paramedics exchanged looks and confused questions before they both snapped back and continued attending Eddie.

The doctor gave instructions as you guided them to Eddie's room, managing to improvise a decent set up. His mattress on the floor, next to the closet doors, hanging from the handle the IV therapy, you watched anxiously from a corner as Eddie lied unconscious, IV going into the back of his hand, and one of the paramedics was giving him meds through the plastic IV tube.

Dustin explained everything that had happened to the paramedics, as they every so often looked at Dustin incredulous and asked questions. Only believing him because of the gate they all saw upon entering the trailer.

Dustin’s explanation was cut short when Steve's voice echoed.

"Henderson!"

"Shit! Sorry doc!" Dustin said rushing to the living room.

"Henderson! What the hell happened to our way out?" Steve asked furious, as Dustin stuttered and started telling them what happened, as some of the paramedics followed Dusting, their puzzled looks only growing wider in horror as they saw people abnormally standing on what would be the roof.

"Eddie cut it"

"What?!" He barked.

"He bought more time for us and cut it once we jumped back, and left to fight the bats!"

"What?! Where is he?"

"What the hell is going on here?" The doctor said, interrupting Dustin and looking up at the ceiling.

—

You remained in Eddie’s room. Now, everyone looking a lot calmer, as you kept your eyes glued to Eddie. He was looking slightly less pale, as he slept, perhaps high on morphine and other pain killers.

"Hey," One of the paramedics, a guy named Rick, called your name softly. "He's stable now, the morphine will keep him knocked out for a long while, got somewhere to write down? I'll tell you the instructions of his treatment…and I'll leave you some morphine and penicillin…okay?"

"Thank you, Rick…" you said as you stood up weakly and grabbed one of Eddie's notebooks lying around and the first pen you saw.

"So, the infamous Eddie is the Eddie you always told us about when you were on call with us?"

"Yeah, that same one…"

"Is he seriously innocent?" You glared at Rick.

"He is innocent, that I'd take the blame for the murders for him, as long as it clears his name, even if I end up in prison…"

"You love him"

"You've got no idea" You said opening the notebook in some random blank page. "Okay, treatment…"

Rick proceeded to list medications and instructions, when and how much of which medication to administer. He asked you to keep the wounds clean and dry, change the bandage at least once a day, and to check his vitals every hour at least until he woke up. You wrote everything down as Rick handed you the meds and a couple of syringes, some more IV fluids, gauzes and bandages.

"Thanks Rick" You whispered.

Before Rick could reach the door, you saw the rest of your friends rushing in the room, looking at both of you. Eddie passed out, shirtless and covered in bandages, and IV connecting him to the volume expander bottle hanging from his closet door, hair disheveled on the pillow. And you, sitting on the floor next to him, your eyes swollen and red, as you had a couple of cuts on your arm.

"Is he alright?" Steve asked, as you nodded.

"He's stable for now…" Rick said. "Anything happens, you give us another call, yes?"

"Thank you guys…" You purred. "Tell the doc," You sighed. "I'll…call him tomorrow morning after Eddie wakes up, and…I'll pay for…everything. Please tell him to not tell my parents…" You purred.

"They don't know you're back with your murderous boyfriend?" Rick joked, managing to steal a chuckle from your throat.

"They never knew. They would've never approved of Eddie, even though he's the best to have happened to me…"

"Yeah, I guess you must think highly of him if you're willing to go to jail for him…" Your friends all turned to Rick, confused and alarmed by his joke as you nodded. "Excuse me, guys…" Rick said moving along and leaving the bedroom.

"Hey," Robin said, as you looked up and met her stare. "He's going to be okay," She assured you.

Nancy walked and knelt besides you, hugging you. She knew what Eddie meant to you, and she knew how hard it was breaking up with him after you moved away, trying to keep a long distance relationship, while trying to get into med school was rough. She was the only one who knew Eddie had been your first many things, first boyfriend, first love, firs kiss, first time; and the good 3 year relationship you had. And she could only imagine how rough it was for you right now looking at Eddie like this.

You sobbed silently against her shoulder, clinging to her for comfort. While you were considerably calmer now, you still were hurting from seeing Eddie in such a state. Wishing you could speed up time until he woke up.

After a while, the paramedics had left, having to attend more emergencies after the unexpected earthquake, Steve, Nancy and Robin told you what happened. Eventually, Erica came to the trailer, letting everyone know what had happened to Max and that her and Lucas were on their way to the hospital.

"What?" Steve snapped at the news.

You spent the night at the trailer, barely letting Eddie out of your sight. Dustin and Nancy stayed with you, keeping you company, and offering to take turns to keep an eye on Eddie and check his vitals. However, the anxiety was keeping you awake, knowing that you wouldn't be able to fall asleep until Eddie woke up, or something else happened.

You kept track of time to check his heart rate, pulse, temperature, and breathing every hour, but you didn't really kept track of how long it had been. You felt stuck in a never ending cycle of obsessively looking at him, waiting for something to happen, almost as if you were watching the grass grow. It made you sick, and more often than not, you sobbed, scared that he might not wake up at all.

You finally felt your soul return to your body, as you were dozing off, leaning against the wall, next to his mattress. Eyes closed and breathing deep, and slightly asleep, although every single noise would make you flinch wide awake and immediately looking at Eddie. This time, what made you snap out of your sleepy state was Eddie’s voice.

"Babe?" His voice was deep, husky, even tired.

Your heart skipped a beat and raced instantly as you looked at him. Your stomach twisting with a tickling euphoria as tears immediately filled your eyes.

"Eddie," You whispered happily, as you leaned on your elbow against the mattress besides his head as you kissed his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Hmm…" He hummed closing his eyes, and grunting, "Funny…"

"It’s the morphine…"

"Oh, I’m on morphine?" His voice was coarse "Nice, I always wanted to try it…" He purred, making you chuckle softly.

"Well, your sense of humor is intact, so…that’s good…" you chuckled and kissed his forehead again.

"What’s the damage, doc?" He muttered weakly as you sighed and leaned back, looking at him. The blanket he had over his body was mostly covering him from his waist down, as he lied shirtless, and covered in stitches and clean bandages.

"Well, that sexy tattoo you’ve got on your ribs and the one on your chest are ruined…but you can get them redone after you’ve healed…the one in your arm and your bats are mildly compromised, but don’t worry, your Metallica tattoo is fine…" You joked, feeling your chest lighting up as he chuckled.

"The Metallica one is my favorite, so, I guess not everything is lost…" He murmured looking at you and smiling.

"You’ve got pretty gnarly wounds…but, I’ll help you get them clean. You’re currently on morphine, and will stay like that until tomorrow, a few more painkillers, antibiotics…Oh and you needed a plasma expander…"

"That sounds nasty…" Eddie sighed.

"It’s a kind of an IV fluid that’s a wannabe blood transfusion basically…" You explained as he frowned softly.

"Oh shit, it was that bad?" He said trying to sit up, groaning.

You immediately stopped him, resting your hands on his chest.

"N-no, baby. Lay back down…" You murmured, gently pushing him back on the mattress as he sighed defeated and rested his head against the pillow again. "E-Ed…" You purred. "At some point I thought you were really going to die on me…" You whispered, your voice shaking. "Your heart rate got so low, I gave you atropine, but…I should’ve done that earlier…I gave you CPR because your heart sounded pretty…slow and far away…"

"Oh…" He sighed softly, noticing the way your voice faltered and your eyes teared up slightly.

"Yeah…" You sighed as he reached up to cup your cheek in his hand.

"I’m sorry," He mouthed.

"N-no…don’t apologize…" You sighed, a tear managing to escape your eye as Eddie wiped it away with his thumb "I told you I was going to tear the world apart if I needed to, in order to keep you alive"

"You said that?" He inquired.

"You don’t remember?"

"I don’t remember a lot of things…" He began "I remember something about Blondie…And…verbs? Did we talk about school or some shit like that?" He asked, smirking as he kept looking at you.

You chuckled softly and leaned forward, kissing his cheek.

Truth was, he did remember that bit. He remembered telling you he couldn’t see himself with someone who wasn’t you, and how you’d told him to not use verbs in last tense. He just wanted to see you smile, and that soft chuckle, warmed his heart, making it beat strong.

"I love you, Eddie" You muttered,.

"I love you too, sweetheart" He purred. "Thank you…I’m here thanks to you…"

Your eyes teared up again and you shook your head. Leaning closer, your lips met his sweetly. Gently melting against his, as he moaned in surprise and instantly kissed you back. Lips locking shyly for the first time in a long time. Sure, your last proper kiss was the last time you came over to Hawkins for the summer break and went out with Eddie, reliving good times, going to the drive in movies, and making out at the back of his van, only to return to his place and finish what you started. But every kiss with Eddie felt like the very first one. The way you were so deeply in love with him, made it hard for you to lay eyes on anyone else, even after breaking up. His lips were soft and warm, and tasted like every good memory you both shared. The butterflies were still in your stomach,me even after all this time.

Breaking the kiss, you laid on the mattress. You snuggled next to him, slowly, trying not to hurt him as you rested your head against his chest and he wrapped his arm around you, keeping you close to him as he kissed your head. You ran your hand gently over his exposed skin, avoiding the bandages and the bruises, as he hummed, hypnotized by your touch.

"Hm, this is nicer than the morphine…" He murmured. "I missed you a lot, princess…"

"I missed you too, Ed…" you replied, kissing his chest, right next to the wound over his tattoo.

"It kinda sucks that we had to…see each other under these circumstances…but hey, I’m alive because of it" He added brushing his fingers delicately on your scalp.

"I know we both agreed to break up and perhaps try again after you graduated, but…it still sucked being away from you…" You whispered looking up at him.

"I mean, when you came over for the holidays we'd see each other…"

"I mean, yeah, but we’d hang out as friends" You chuckled as he raised an eyebrow and gave you a cheeky tired smirk.

"You do that with all of your friends? And do you kiss them goodbye? Damn, and I thought I was special…" He teased watching you roll your eyes.

"Shut up," you giggled. "You are special,"

"I know it’s not the best timing, and that I’m wanted for…god knows how many crimes by this point…but let’s get back together, babe…These two years have been…not the best…And when I’m with you, everything’s better…" He sighed.

You looked at him, and cupped his cheek.

"Your timing has never been the best, Ed. But that’s alright, it’s one of the reasons why I'm still in love with you…" You chuckled.

Looking into his beautiful black eyes, he smirked, winking at you. You leaned forward, kissing him again. Sweetly, slowly, the kind of kiss that made you melt with love and tenderness, making you think that you'd never be as happy with anyone else but him.

Surprised that the freak outcast metal head nerd Eddie Munson could captivate the heart of the straight A’s goodie two shoes you were. Despite the both of you being do different from one another, you two got along just perfectly. He reminded you to loosen up every once in a while, and humbled you down, reminding you how different backgrounds put you into a predetermined path, or made your life simpler or more difficult in certain aspects. You on the other hand, helped Eddie to keep his feet on the ground, and that sometimes enduring things that might be boring or too complicated, in the end rewarded you greately.

Nancy and Dustin knew Eddie had woken up when they heard the both of you talking. Wanting to go see him, but at the same time respecting your space, Dustin and nancy waited outside his room, as they had caught a glance of the both of you kissing, meliting into the sweetest kiss.

"I didn't know they were together…" Dustin sighed.

"Everyone in school knew…but she never talked about it outside of school…mostly because of our parents…" Nancy explained. "You've heard the things my dad says about Dungeons and Dragons…"

"Yeah…" Dustin sighed. "How long were they together?"

"Three years…" Nancy said "They actually had a reputation together. Eddie was the outcast, she was the sweet girl everyone got along with, and despite Eddie’s reputation, no one could deny they made the cutest couple…" Nancy explained.

"Why did they break up?"

"They tried keeping a long distance relationship…But because she wants to go into medical school, she spends a lot of time studying…And from what she told me, she felt like she was keeping Eddie from experiencing other things while staying loyal to her…They broke up, but I've never seen Eddie even in the slightest interested in seeing other women…"

"Yeah, Eddie never really showed interest in anyone…" Dustin sighed. "I'd never seen him like this. These last days, I mean, ever since we went to Skull Rock and they saw each other…He also said, several times, that he was going to move to Indianapolis after graduating…"

"Because she's there…Yeah. She told me…" Nancy sighed.

They looked back at the both of you, as you were snuggled together, foreheads bumped together, staring into each other with endless adoration.

The door was pushed open, Steve storming in, as Nancy and Dustin flinched lightly and looked at the door.

"Hey," You heard Steve’s voice echoing, followed by loud steps approaching the room and calling your name "How’s Ed— Oh," Steve stopped poking inside the room, as he saw you two cuddled on his mattress, his IV going from the back of his hand to the bag hanging from the closet handle.

"Hey Steve…" You murmured.

"Hey, man…" Eddie sighed.

"It’s good to see you awake, man" Steve said.

"Thanks Harrington…How did it go? Did the little bitch pay?" Eddie asked, as you felt a bitter taste in your mouth. Steve's face dropped.

"Yeah…about that…" Steve sighed and leaned against the wall, and crossed his arms over his chest. "We’re fucked…"

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